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# The Man with the Black Feather

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"A shilling shocker from the hands of the man who wrote that excellent tale, "The Mystery of the Yellow Room." [...] The soul of Cartouche, a brigand who attained notoriety under the Regency in France, and a man of a hundred murders, finds reincarnation in the body of M. Theophrastus Longuet, retired manufacturer of rubber stamps, resident in the suburbs of Paris. M. Longuet, impelled by this metaphysical motive power within him, casts aside his green umbrella at regular intervals to reproduce under modern conditions the career of eighteenth-century Cartouche." —extracted from a review in The Nation, April 1912.
THE MAN WITH THE BLACK FEATHER
See page 21
THE MAN WITH THE BLACK FEATHER
BY GASTON LEROUX
Author of "The Mystery of the Yellow Room," "The Phantom of the Opera"
TRANSLATED BY EDGAR JEPSON
ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES M. RELYEA
BOSTON
SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1912
By Small, Maynard and Company
(incorporated)
Entered at Stationers' Hall
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
CONTENTS
* Page
* Historical Preface—The Sandalwood Boxv
* Chapter
* IM. Theophrastus Longuet Desires to Improve His Mind and Visits Historical Monuments1
* IIThe Scrap of Paper13
* IIITheophrastus Longuet Bursts into Song22
* IVAdolphe Lecamus is Flabbergasted but Frank48
* VTheophrastus Shows the Black Feather55
* VIThe Portrait67
* VIIThe Young Cartouche89
* VIIIThe Wax Mask105
* IXStrange Position of a Little Violet Cat116
* XThe Explanation of the Strange Attitude of a Little Violet Cat124
* XITheophrastus Maintains that He Did Not Die on the Place de Grève135
* XIIThe House of Strange Words144
* XIIIThe Cure that Missed155
* XIVThe Operation Begins171
* XVThe Operation Ends186
* XVIThe Drawbacks of Psychic Surgery200
* XVIITheophrastus Begins to Take an Interest in Things206
* XVIIIThe Evening Paper212
* XIXThe Story of the Calf221
* XXThe Strange Behaviour of an Express Train234
* XXIThe Earless Man with His Head Out of the Window242
* XXIIIn which the Catastrophe which Appears on the Point of Being Explained, Grows yet More Inexplicable246
* XXIIIThe Melodious Bricklayer253
* XXIVThe Solution in the Catacombs261
* XXVM. Mifroid Takes the Lead273
* XXVIM. Longuet Fishes in the Catacombs288
* XXVIIM. Mifroid Parts from Theophrastus300
* XXVIIITheophrastus Goes into Eternal Exile308
Advertisements
ILLUSTRATIONS
* In horror I recognized my own handwriting. See page 21Frontispiece
* PAGE
* Theophrastus still gazed in wonder. See page 157100
* "Theophrastus Longuet, awake!"200
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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 24

CHAP. XXIV.
As many pictures as have been given of my father, how like him soever in different airs and attitudes,—not one, ​or all of them, can ever help the reader to any kind of preconception of how my father would think, speak, or act, upon any untried occasion or occurrence of life.—There was that infinitude of oddities in him, and of chances along with it, by which handle he would take a thing,—it baffled, Sir, all calculations.—The truth was, his road lay so very far on one side, from that wherein most men travelled,—that every object before him presented a face and section of itself to his eye, altogether different from the plan and elevation of it seen by the rest of mankind.—In other words, 'twas a different object,—and in course was differently considered:
This is the true reason, that my dear Jenny and I, as well as all the world besides us, have such eternal squabbles about nothing.—She looks at her outside,—I, at her in—. How is it possible we should agree about her value?
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 18

CHAP. XVIII.
When Susannah told the corporal the misadventure of the sash, with all the circumstances which attended the murder of me,—(as she called it)—the blood forsook his cheeks;—all accessaries in murder, being principals,—Trim's conscience told him he was as much to blame as Susannah,—and if the ​doctrine had been true, my uncle Toby had as much of the blood-shed to answer for to heaven, as either of 'em;—so that neither reason or instinct, separate or together, could possibly have guided Susannah's steps to so proper an asylum. It is in vain to leave this to the Reader's imagination:—to form any kind of hypothesis that will render these propositions feasible, he must cudgel his brains sore,—and to do it without,—he must have such brains as no reader ever had before him.—Why should I put them either to tryal or to torture? 'Tis my own affair: I'll explain it myself.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 21

CHAP. XXI.
———I would be picquetted to death, cried the corporal, as he concluded Susannah's story, before I would suffer the woman to come to any harm,—'twas my fault, an please your honour,—not hers.
Corporal Trim, replied my uncle Toby, putting on his hat which lay upon the table,—if any thing can be said to be a fault, when the service absolutely requires it should be done,—'tis I certainly who deserve the blame,—you obeyed your orders.
​Had count Solmes, Trim, done the same at the battle of Steenkirk, said Yorick, drolling a little upon the corporal, who had been run over by a dragoon in the retreat,—he had saved thee;—Saved! cried Trim, interrupting Yorick, and finishing the sentence for him after his own fashion,—he had saved five battalions, an please your reverence, every soul of them:—there was Cutt's—continued the corporal, clapping the forefinger of his right hand upon the thumb of his left, and counting round his hand,—there was Cutt's,—Mackay's,—Angus's,—Graham's—and Leven's, all cut to pieces;—and so had the English life-guards too, had it not been for some regiments upon the right, who marched up boldly to their relief, and received the enemy's fire in their faces, before any one of their own platoons discharged a musket,—they'll go to heaven for it,—added Trim.—​Trim is right, said my uncle Toby, nodding to Yorick,—he's perfectly right. What signified his marching the horse, continued the corporal, where the ground was so strait, and the French had such a nation of hedges, and copses, and ditches, and fell'd trees laid this way and that to cover them; (as they always have.)—Count Solmes should have sent us,—we would have fired muzzle to muzzle with them for their lives.—There was nothing to be done for the horse:—he had his foot shot off however for his pains, continued the corporal, the very next campaign at Landen.—Poor Trim got his wound there, quoth my uncle Toby.—'Twas owing, an please your honour, entirely to count Solmes,—had we drub'd them soundly at Steenkirk, they would not have fought us at Landen.—Possibly not,—Trim, said my uncle Toby;—though if they have the advantage of a wood, or you give ​them a moment's time to intrench themselves, they are a nation which will pop and pop for ever at you.—There is no way but to march cooly up to them,—receive their fire, and fall in upon them, pell-mell—Ding dong, added Trim.—Horse and foot, said my uncle Toby.—Helter skelter, said Trim.—Right and left, cried my uncle Toby.—Blood an' ounds, shouted the corporal;—the battle raged,—Yorick drew his chair a little to one side for safety, and after a moment's pause, my uncle Toby sinking his voice a note,—resumed the discourse as follows.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 22

CHAP. XXII.
King William, said my uncle Toby, addressing himself to Yorick, was so terribly provoked at count Solmes for disobeying his orders, that he would not suffer him to come into his presence ​for many months after.—I fear, answered Yorick, the squire will be as much provoked at the corporal, as the King at the count.—But 'twould be singularly hard in this case, continued he, if corporal Trim, who has behaved so diametrically opposite to count Solmes, should have the fate to be rewarded with the same disgrace;—too oft in this world, do things take that train.—I would spring a mine, cried my uncle Toby, rising up,—and blow up my fortifications, and my house with them, and we would perish under their ruins, ere I would stand by and see it.—Trim directed a slight,—but a grateful bow towards his master,—and so the chapter ends.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 25

CHAP. XXV.
'Tis a point settled,—and I mention it for the comfort ofConfucius, who is apt to get entangled in telling a plain story—that provided he keeps along the line of his story,—he may go backwards and forwards as he will,—'tis still held to be no digression.
This being premised, I take the benefit of the act of going backwards myself.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 19

CHAP. XIX.
' Tis a pity, Trim, said my uncle Toby, resting with his hand upon the corporal's shoulder, as they both stood surveying their works,—that we ​have not a couple of field pieces to mount in the gorge of that new redoubt;—'twould secure the lines all along there, and make the attack on that side quite complete:—get me a couple cast, Trim.
Your honour shall have them, replied Trim, before to-morrow morning.
It was the joy of Trim's heart,—nor was his fertile head ever at a loss for expedients in doing it, to supply my uncle Toby in his campaigns, with whatever his fancy called for; had it been his last crown, he would have sate down and hammered it into a padarero to have prevented a single wish in his Master. The corporal had already,—what with cutting off the ends of my uncle Toby's spouts—hacking and chiseling up the sides of his leaden gutters,—melting down his pewter shaving bason,—and ​going at last, like Lewis the fourteenth, on to the top of the church, for spare ends, &c.—he had that very campaign brought no less than eight new battering cannons, besides three demiculverins into the field; my uncle Toby's demand for two more pieces for the redoubt, had set the corporal at work again; and no better resource offering, he had taken the two leaden weights from the nursery window: and as the sash pullies, when the lead was gone, were of no kind of use, he had taken them away also, to make a couple of wheels for one of their carriages.
He had dismantled every sash window in my uncle Toby's house long before, in the very same way,—though not always in the same order; for sometimes the pullies had been wanted, and not the lead,—so then he began with the pullies,—and the pullies being picked out, then ​the lead became useless,—and so the lead went to pot too.
—A great moral might be picked handsomly out of this, but I have not time—'tis enough to say, wherever the demolition began, 'twas equally fatal to the sash window.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 23

CHAP. XXIII.
—Then, Yorick, replied my uncle Toby, you and I will lead the way abreast,—and do you, corporal, follow a few paces behind us.—And Susannah, an please your honour, said Trim, shall be put in the rear.—'Twas an excellent disposition,—and in this order, without either drums beating, or colours flying, they marched slowly from my uncle Toby's house to Shandy-hall.
—I wish, said Trim, as they entered the door,—instead of the sash-weights, I had cut off the church-spout, as I once thought to have done.—You have cut off spouts enow, replied Yorick.—
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 20

CHAP. XX.
The corporal had not taken his measures so badly in this stroke of artilleryship, but that he might have kept the matter entirely to himself, and left Susannah to have sustained the whole weight of the attack, as she could;—true courage is not content with coming off so.—The corporal, whether as general or comptroller of the train,—'twas no matter,—had done that, without which, as he imagined, the misfortune could never have happened,—at least in ​Susannah's hands;—How would your honours have behaved?—He determined at once, not to take shelter behind Susannah,—but to give it; and with this resolution upon his mind, he marched upright into the parlour, to lay the whole manœuvre before my uncle Toby.
My uncle Toby had just then been giving Yorick an account of the Battle of Steenkirk, and of the strange conduct of count Solmes in ordering the foot to halt, and the horse to march where it could not act; which was directly contrary to the king's commands, and proved the loss of the day.
There are incidents in some families so pat to the purpose of what is going to follow,—they are scarce exceeded by the invention of a dramatic writer;—I mean of ancient days.———
​Trim, by the help of his forefinger, laid flat upon the table, and the edge of his hand striking a-cross it at right angles, made a shift to tell his story so, that priests and virgins might have listened to it;—and the story being told,—the dialogue went on as follows.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 5/Chapter 26

CHAP. XXVI.
Fifty thousand pannier loads of devils—(not of the Archbishop of Benevento's,—I mean of Rabelais's devils) with their tails chopped off by their rumps, could not have made so diabo-
​a scream of it, as I did—when the accident befell me: it summoned up my mother instantly into the nursery,—so that Susannah had but just time to make her escape down the back stairs, as my mother came up the fore.
Now, though I was old enough to have told the story myself,—and young enough, I hope, to have done it without malignity; yet Susannah, in passing by the kitchen, for fear of accidents, had left it in short-hand with the cook—the cook had told it with a commentary to Jonathan, and Jonathan to Obadiah; so that by the time my father had rung the bell half a dozen times, to know what was the matter above,—was Obadiah enabled to give him a particular account of it, just as it had happened.—I thought as much, said my father, tucking up his night-gown;—and so walked up stairs.
​One would imagine from this—(though for my own part I somewhat question it)—that my father before that time, had actually wrote that remarkable chapter in the Tristrapædia, which to me is the most original and entertaining one in the whole book;—and that is the chapter upon sash-windows, with a bitter Philippick at the end of it, upon the forgetfulness of chamber-maids.—I have but two reasons for thinking otherwise.
First, Had the matter been taken into consideration, before the event happened, my father certainly would have nailed up the sash-window for good an' all;—which, considering with what difficulty he composed books,—he might have done with ten times less trouble, than he could have wrote the chapter: this argument I foresee holds good against his writing the chapter, even after the event; ​but 'tis obviated under the second reason, which I have the honour to offer to the world in support of my opinion, that my father did not write the chapter upon sash-windows and chamber-pots, at the time supposed,—and it is this.
—That, in order to render the Tristrapædia complete,—I wrote the chapter myself.
# The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland/Volume 4

THE
LIVES
OF THE
POETS
OF
Great Britain and Ireland.
By Mr. CIBBER, and other Hands.
Vol. IV.
LONDON:
Printed for R. Griffiths, at the Dunciad in St. Paul's Church-Yard.
Mdccliii.
Volume IV.
Contains the
LIVES
OF
| | Page |
| Motteux Manley, Mrs. | 1 4 |
| Needler | 23 |
| Hughes | 27 |
| Prior | 43 |
| Centlivre, Mrs. | 58 |
| Brady | 62 |
| Stepney | 72 |
| Pack | 77 |
| Dawes, Arch. York | 81 |
| Congreve | 83 |
| Vanbrugh | 99 |
| Steele | 112 |
| Marvel | 124 |
| Thomas, Mrs. | 146 |
| Fenton | 164 |
| Booth | 178 |
| Sewel | 188 |
| Hammond | 192 |
| Euſden | 193 |
| Eachard | 198 |
| Oldmixon | 200 |
| Welſted | 205 |
| Smyth, More | 210 |
| Dennis | 215 ​ |
| Granville, L. Lanſdowne | 239 |
| Gay | 250 |
| Philip D. Wharton | 260 |
| Codrington | 292 |
| Ward | 293 |
| L’Eſtrange | 295 |
| Smith, Edmund | 303 |
| De Foe | 313 |
| Rowe, Mrs. | 326 |
| Yalden | 342 |
| Mitchel | 347 |
| Ozell | 352 |
Juſt Publiſhed,
Dedicated to the Right Honourable Philip Earl of CHESTERFIELD. Correctly printed in a neat Pocket Volume (Price Bound Three Shillings,) The Second Edition of
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# The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland

Biographical dictionary in five volumes
* Volume 1 (transcription project)
* Volume 2 (transcription project)
* Volume 3 (transcription project)
* Volume 4 (transcription project)
* Volume 5 (transcription project)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland/Volume 1

THE
LIVES
OF THE
POETS
OF
Great Britain and Ireland, To the TIME of
Dean SWIFT.
By Mr. CIBBER.
In Four Volumes.
Vol. I.
LONDON:
Printed for R. Griffiths, at the Dunciad in St. Paul's Church-Yard.
Mdccliii.
Volume I.
Contains the
LIVES
OF
* CHAUCERPag. 1
* Langland18
* Gower20
* Lydgate23
* Harding25
* Skelton27
* Barclay30
* More32
* Surry Earl46
* Wyat53
* Sackville55
* Churchyard63
* Heywood66
* Ferrars69
* Sidney76
* Marloe85
* Green87
* Spenſer87
* J. Heywood91
* Lilly110
* Overbury113
* Marſten120
* Shakeſpear123
* Sylveſter143
* Daniel145
* Harrington149
* Decker152
* Beaumont and Fletcher154
* Lodge164
* Davies167
* Goff170
* Greville L. Brooke173
* Da178
* Raleigh180
* Donne202
* Drayton212
* Corbet223
* Fairfax223
* Randolph226
* Chapman229
* Johnſon235
* Carew249
* Wotton252
* Markham268
* T. Heywood271
* Cartwright277
* Sandys282
* Falkland286
* Suckling294
* Hauſted300
* Drummond302
* Stirling Earl313
* Hall320
* Craſhaw344
* Rowley346
* Naſh347
* Ford349
* Middleton352
# The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland/Volume 4/Anthony Hammond

Anthony Hammond, Eſq;
This gentleman was deſcended from a good family, of Somerſham-Place, in the county of Huntingdon, and was born in the year 1668. When he arrived at a proper age, he was choſen member of Parliament, and did not remain long in the houſe before he diſtinguiſhed himſelf as a very eminent ſpeaker. Having eſpouſed the court intereſt, his zeal and merit recommended him to very conſiderable public employments, particularly that of being one of the commiſſioners of the royal navy, which place he quitted in the year 1712. The ingenious Mr. Southern in his dedication of his Innocent Adultery, to Mr. Hammond, ſpeaks thus of him. ‘If generoſity with friendſhip, learning with good ſenſe, true wit and humour, with good-nature, be accompliſhments to qualify a gentleman for a patron, I am ſure I have hit right in Mr. Hammond.’
Our author obliged the public with a Miſcellany of Original Poems, by the Moſt Eminent Hands; in which himſelf had no ſmall ſhare. In this miſcellany are ſeveral poetical performances of Mrs. Martha Fowkes, a lady of exquiſite taſte in the belle accompliſhments.
​As to Mr. Hammond’s own pieces, he acknowleges in his preface, that they were written at very different times, and particularly owned by him, leſt they ſhould afterwards be aſcribed to other perſons; as the Ode on Solitude, was falſely aſcribed to the earl of Roſcommon, and other pieces of his, were likewiſe given to other authors.
This author wrote the Life of Walter Moyle, Eſq; prefixed to his works.——Mr. Hammond died about the year 1726.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Anna Ivanovna

Edition of 1905. See also the disclaimer.
​ANNA IVANOVNA, än'nȧ ḗ-vä'nōv-nȧ (1693-1740). Empress of Russia. She was the second daughter of Ivan, the elder brother of Peter the Great. She was married in 1710 to the Duke of Courland, the last of his race, who died in the following year. The throne of Russia was offered to her by the Supreme Council on the death of Peter II. in 1730, on conditions which greatly limited the power of the monarchy, terms which she soon broke. Her elevation was greatly due to the intrigues of the chancellor, Ostermann, who had had the charge of her education, but who was disappointed in finding her not so grateful and tractable as he had expected. For some years, however, her rule was tolerable. Abroad, Russia fought successfully in the War of the Polish Succession. Internally the army was reformed, greater liberty was allowed to the landed gentry, and government debts were paid, though to do so the peasants were crushed down with taxes. But her paramour, Biron, a German of low extraction, for whom she had obtained the Duchy of Courland, having determined to govern the nation as well as the Empress, a sudden and deplorable change ensued. This man, a blood-thirsty and avaricious wretch, established something like a reign of terror through the land. He is said to have banished not less than 20,000 persons to Siberia; numbers were knouted, had their tongues cut out, or were broken alive on the wheel. Eleven thousand perished in this way. Prince Basil Dolgoruki and others of his family suffered the ignominy of the scaffold. At length the health of the Empress gave way. She died on October 28, 1740, and left the throne to her grand-nephew Ivan, with Biron as regent. See Russia, and Biron.
# The New International Encyclopædia/Anna Karlovna

Edition of 1905. See also Grand Duchess Anna Leopoldovna of Russia on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ANNA KARLOVNA, än′nȧ kär′lŏv-nȧ, or frequently, Anna Leopoldovna (1718-46). Regent of Russia during the minority of her son Ivan. She was the daughter of Charles Leopold, Duke of Mecklenburg, and of Catharine, sister of the Russian Empress, Anna Ivanovna (q.v.). In 1730 she married Anthony Ulric, Duke of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel. Her son, Ivan, born August 24, 1740, was appointed by the Empress Anna Ivanovna as her successor. The Empress died in October, 1740, and Biron, whom she had made regent, was overthrown within a month. Anna Karlovna now proclaimed herself Grand Duchess and Regent of Russia; but she showed no capacity for managing the affairs of a great country, spent her time in indolent enjoyments, and resigned herself very much to the guidance of one of the ladies of her court, Julia von Mengden. A conspiracy was formed by a party desirous of raising to the throne Elizabeth, daughter of Peter the Great and Catharine, and this was accomplished on December 6, 1741. The infant Ivan was sent to the castle of Schlüsselburg, where he was afterward murdered; Anna and her husband were condemned to prison for life and conveyed to Kholmogory, on the White Sea, where she died in childbed. Her husband remained a prisoner for thirty-nine years, and died in 1780.