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# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Khan's Devil

THE KHAN’S DEVIL
The Khan came from Bokhara town To Hamza, santon of renown.
“My head is sick, my hands are weak; Thy help, O holy man, I seek.”
In silence marking for a space The Khan’s red eyes and purple face,
Thick voice, and loose, uncertain tread, “Thou hast a devil!” Hamza said.
“Allah forbid!” exclaimed the Khan, “Rid me of him at once, O man!”
“Nay,” Hamza said, “no spell of mine Can slay that cursed thing of thine.
“Leave feast and wine, go forth and drink Water of healing on the brink
“Where clear and cold from mountain snows, The Nahr el Zeben downward flows.
“Six moons remain, then come to me; May Allah’s pity go with thee!”
Awestruck, from feast and wine the Khan Went forth where Nahr el Zeben ran.
Roots were his food, the desert dust His bed, the water quenched his thirst;
And when the sixth moon’s scimitar Curved sharp above the evening star,
He sought again the santon’s door, Not weak and trembling as before,
But strong of limb and clear of brain; “Behold,” he said, “the fiend is slain.”
“Nay,” Hamza answered, “starved and drowned, The curst one lies in death-like swound.
“But evil breaks the strongest gyves, And jins like him have charmëd lives.
“One beaker of the juice of grape May call him up in living shape.
“When the red wine of Badakshan Sparkles for thee, beware, O Khan!
“With water quench the fire within, And drown each day thy devilkin!”
Thenceforth the great Khan shunned the cup As Shitan’s own, though offered up,
With laughing eyes and jewelled hands, By Yarkand’s maids and Samarcand’s.
And, in the lofty vestibule Of the medress of Kaush Kodul,
The students of the holy law A golden-lettered tablet saw,
With these words, by a cunning hand, Graved on it at the Khan’s command:
“In Allah’s name, to him who hath A devil, Khan el Hamed saith,
“Wisely our Prophet cursed the vine: The fiend that loves the breath of wine
“No prayer can slay, no marabout Nor Meccan dervis can drive out.
“I, Khan el Hamed, know the charm That robs him of his power to harm.
“Drown him, O Islam’s child! the spell To save thee lies in tank and well!”
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Haschish

THE HASCHISH
Of all that Orient lands can vaunt Of marvels with our own competing, The strangest is the Haschish plant, And what will follow on its eating.
What pictures to the taster rise, Of Dervish or of Almeh dances! Of Eblis, or of Paradise, Set all aglow with Houri glances!
The poppy visions of Cathay, The heavy beer-trance of the Suabian; The wizard lights and demon play Of nights Walpurgis and Arabian!
The Mollah and the Christian dog Change place in mad metempsychosis; The Muezzin climbs the synagogue, The Rabbi shakes his beard at Moses!
The Arab by his desert well Sits choosing from some Caliph’s daughters, And hears his single camel’s bell Sound welcome to his regal quarters.
The Koran’s reader makes complaint Of Shitan dancing on and off it; The robber offers alms, the saint Drinks Tokay and blasphemes the Prophet.
Such scenes that Eastern plant awakes; But we have one ordained to beat it, The Haschish of the West, which makes Or fools or knaves of all who eat it.
The preacher eats, and straight appears His Bible in a new translation; Its angels negro overseers, And Heaven itself a snug plantation!
The man of peace, about whose dreams The sweet millennial angels cluster, Tastes the mad weed, and plots and schemes, A raving Cuban filibuster!
The noisiest Democrat, with ease, It turns to Slavery’s parish beadle; The shrewdest statesman eats and sees Due southward point the polar needle.
The Judge partakes, and sits erelong Upon his bench a railing blackguard; Decides off-hand that right is wrong, And reads the ten commandments backward.
O potent plant! so rare a taste Has never Turk or Gentoo gotten; The hempen Haschish of the East Is powerless to our Western Cotton!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Henchman

THE HENCHMAN
My lady walks her morning round, My lady’s page her fleet greyhound, My lady’s hair the fond winds stir, And all the birds make songs for her.
Her thrushes sing in Rathburn bowers, And Rathburn side is gay with flowers; But ne’er like hers, in flower or bird, Was beauty seen or music heard.
The distance of the stars is hers; The least of all her worshippers, The dust beneath her dainty heel, She knows not that I see or feel.
Oh, proud and calm!—she cannot know Where’er she goes with her I go; Oh, cold and fair!—she cannot guess I kneel to share her hound’s caress!
Gay knights beside her hunt and hawk, I rob their ears of her sweet talk; Her suitors come from east and west, I steal her smiles from every guest.
Unheard of her, in loving words, I greet her with the song of birds; I reach her with her green-armed bowers, I kiss her with the lips of flowers.
The hound and I are on her trail, The wind and I uplift her veil; As if the calm, cold moon she were, And I the tide, I follow her.
As unrebuked as they, I share The license of the sun and air, And in a common homage hide My worship from her scorn and pride.
World-wide apart, and yet so near, I breathe her charmëd atmosphere, Wherein to her my service brings The reverence due to holy things.
Her maiden pride, her haughty name, My dumb devotion shall not shame; The love that no return doth crave To knightly levels lifts the slave.
No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady’s sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any need of hers to die!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Holy Land

THE HOLY LAND
Paraphrased from the lines in Lamartine’s Adieu to Marseilles, beginning
“Je n’ai pas navigué sur l’océan de sable.”
I have not felt, o’er seas of sand, The rocking of the desert bark; Nor laved at Hebron’s fount my hand, By Hebron’s palm-trees cool and dark; Nor pitched my tent at even-fall, On dust where Job of old has lain, Nor dreamed beneath its canvas wall The dream of Jacob o’er again.
One vast world-page remains unread; How shine the stars in Chaldea’s sky, How sounds the reverent pilgrim’s tread, How beats the heart with God so nigh! How round gray arch and column lone The spirit of the old time broods, And sighs in all the winds that moan Along the sandy solitudes!
In thy tall cedars, Lebanon, I have not heard the nations’ cries, Nor seen thy eagles stooping down Where buried Tyre in ruin lies. The Christian’s prayer I have not said In Tadmor’s temples of decay, Nor startled, with my dreary tread, The waste where Memnon’s empire lay.
Nor have I, from thy hallowed tide, O Jordan! heard the low lament, Like that sad wail along thy side Which Israel’s mournful prophet sent! Nor thrilled within that grotto lone Where, deep in night, the Bard of Kings Felt hands of fire direct his own, And sweep for God the conscious strings.
I have not climbed to Olivet, Nor laid me where my Saviour lay, And left His trace of tears as yet By angel eyes unwept away; Nor watched, at midnight’s solemn time, The garden where His prayer and groan, Wrung by His sorrow and our crime, Rose to One listening ear alone.
I have not kissed the rock-hewn grot Where in His mother’s arms He lay, Nor knelt upon the sacred spot Where last His footsteps pressed the clay; Nor looked on that sad mountain head, Nor smote my sinful breast, where wide His arms to fold the world He spread, And bowed His head to bless—and died!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Kansas Emigrants

THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS
This poem and the three following were called out by the popular movement of Free State men to occupy the territory of Kansas, and by the use of the great democratic weapon—an overpowering majority—to settle the conflict on that ground between Freedom and Slavery. The opponents of the movement used another kind of weapon. [This song was sent to the first company of emigrants by the poet. “It is one of those prophecies,” says E. E. Hale, “for which poets are born, uttered before the event and not after. In absolute hard fact, the song was sung by parties of emigrants, sung when they started, sung as they rode, and sung in the new home.”]
We cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free!
We go to rear a wall of men On Freedom’s southern line, And plant beside the cotton-tree The rugged Northern pine!
We ’re flowing from our native hills As our free rivers flow: The blessing of our Mother-land Is on us as we go.
We go to plant her common schools On distant prairie swells, And give the Sabbaths of the wild The music of her bells.
Upbearing, like the Ark of old, The Bible in our van, We go to test the truth of God Against the fraud of man.
No pause, nor rest, save where the streams That feed the Kansas run, Save where our Pilgrim gonfalon Shall flout the setting sun!
We ’ll tread the prairie as of old Our fathers sailed the sea, And make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/The Healer

THE HEALER
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORÉ’S PICTURE OF CHRIST HEALING THE SICK
So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch sufficed To make the weakest strong.
That healing gift He lends to them Who use it in His name; The power that filled His garment’s hem Is evermore the same.
For lo! in human hearts unseen The Healer dwelleth still, And they who make His temples clean The best subserve His will.
The holiest task by Heaven decreed, An errand all divine, The burden of our common need To render less is thine.
The paths of pain are thine. Go forth With patience, trust, and hope; The sufferings of a sin-sick earth Shall give thee ample scope.
Beside the unveiled mysteries Of life and death go stand, With guarded lips and reverent eyes And pure of heart and hand.
So shalt thou be with power endued From Him who went about The Syrian hillsides doing good, And casting demons out.
That Good Physician liveth yet Thy friend and guide to be; The Healer by Gennesaret Shall walk the rounds with thee.
# The Dial/Volume 75/July 1923

July 1923 • August 1923 • September 1923 • October 1923 • November 1923 • December 1923
Julius Meier-Graefe, German Art After The War
William Butler Yeats, A Biographical Fragment
Alfred Francis Kreymborg, The Lines of Her Wary Body
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway in Bond Street
Dudley Poore, Poem
Van Wyck Brooks, Henry James: The American Scene
George Augustus Moore, The Apostle
Yvor Winters, The Precincts of February
Raymond Mortimer, London Letter
Percy Beaumont Wadsworth, Prague Letter
David Garnett, Jacob's Room
Thomas Craven, An Aesthetic Prophecy
Patrick Kearney, The Case of The Fairy Photographs
Edmund Wilson, The Anatomy of War
Briefer Mention
Edmund Wilson, The Theatre
Comment
# The Dial/Volume 75/October 1923

July 1923 • August 1923 • September 1923 • October 1923 • November 1923 • December 1923
Luigi Pirandello, The Man with the Flower in His Mouth
Richard Aldington, Exile
Benedetto Croce, Walter Scott
Louis Couperus, The Princess Chalcondylas
Thomas Craven, Lust and Hate
Briefer Mention
Comment
Edmund Wilson, The Theatre
Gilbert Seldes, Before a Picture by Picasso
Paul Leopold Rosenfeld, Musical Chronicle
# The Dial/Volume 75/November 1923

July 1923 • August 1923 • September 1923 • October 1923 • November 1923 • December 1923
Letters from W. H. Hudson to Edward Garnett
John Cowper Powys, The Philosopher Kwang
George Santayana, A Long Way to Nirvana
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth, Rain: St Augustine
Roger Fry, The Wertheimer Portraits
Elisabeth Sanxay Holding, Miss Flotsam and Mr Jetsam
Alfred Kreymborg, Six Movements
Korney Chukovsky, Reminiscences of Leonid Andreyev
Thomas Stearns Eliot, Ulysses, Order, and Myth
Alyse Gregory, Artist or Nun
Bertand Russell, Life is an Art
Edmund Wilson, The Mantuan
Marianne Moore, An Eagle in the Ring
Briefer Mention
Comment
Edmund Wilson, The Theatre
Henry McBride, Modern Art
Paul Leopold Rosenfeld, Musical Chronicle
# The Dial/Volume 75/December 1923

July 1923 • August 1923 • September 1923 • October 1923 • November 1923 • December 1923
Karel Capek, The Injured One
Roger Fry, Salamanca
Arthur Schnitzler, The Fate of Baron von Leisenbohg
Otokar Fischer, Prague Letter
Thomas Stearns Eliot, Marianne Moore
Alyse Gregory, Mrs Scott's Escapade
Llewelyn Powy, An Historical Novel
Alice Beal Parsons, Sin
Alyse Gregory, The Inflammable Slav
Cuthbert Wright, Much Ado About Nothing
Briefer Mention
Comment
Gilbert Seldes, The Theatre
Henry McBride, Modern Art
Paul Leopold Rosenfeld, Musical Chronicle
# The Dial/Volume 75/September 1923

July 1923 • August 1923 • September 1923 • October 1923 • November 1923 • December 1923
Knut Hamsun, On the Island
Alyse Gregory, Sherwood Anderson
Sherwood Anderson, The Man's Story
Llewelyn Powys, Matthew Prior
Hugo von Hofmannsthal, Vienna Letter
Bertrand Russell, A New System of Philosophy
Glenway Wescott, The First Book of Mary Butts
Gilbert Seldes, Mr Wells' Ancients
Ralph Adams Cram, Pro Vita Monastica
Marianne Moore, Gentle Sorcery
Malcolm Cowley, Properties
Briefer Mention
Gilbert Seldes, The Demoniac in the American Theatre
Edmund Wilson, The Theatre
Comment
# The Dial (Third Series)/Volume 73/December 1922

July 1922 • August 1922 • September 1922 • October 1922 • November 1922 • December 1922
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December 1922
Thomas Mann, Tristan
Edmund Wilson, Jr., The Poetry of Drouth
William Carlos Williams, When Fresh, It Was Sweet
Marianne Moore, Is the Real the Actual?
Sherwood Anderson, Many Marriages
Ch’ên Tzŭ-ang, On a Gate Tower at Yu-Chou
Thomas Mann, German Letter
Percy Beaumont Wadsworth, Prague Letter
T. S. Eliot, London Letter
Marianne Moore, A Portrait of George Moore
Helen Ives Gilchrist, Balkan Balloons
Kenneth Burke, The Critic of Dostoevsky
Slater Brown, Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bertrand Russel, What is Morality?
Briefer Mention
Comment
G. S., The Theatre
Henry McBride, Modern Art
Paul Rosenfeld, Music Chronicle
# The Breath of Scandal

A silent drama film of the same name based on this novel was made in 1924, but that film is now considered lost.
THE BREATH OF SCANDAL
By Edwin Balmer
Resurrection Rock The Breath of Scandal
In collaboration with William MacHarg
The Blind Man's Eyes The Indian Drum
She snatched up a letter; held it. Frontispiece. See page 71.
THE BREATH OF SCANDAL
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# The Breakwater

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United States Supreme Court
155 U.S. 252
The Breakwater
This was a libel in admiralty for a collision which took place on December 16, 1887, between the steam ferry boat Pavonia, of the Erie Railway Line, as she was leaving her slip at the foot of Chambers street in the North river, and the steamship Breakwater, of the Old Dominion Line, as she was coming up the river to her berth at the foot of Beach street above the ferry slip.
The collision occurred a short distance below the ferry slip, the Breakwater striking the Pavonia on her port side a little abaft her wheel, and seriously damaging her. The libel charged the Breakwater with having been in fault for not keeping out of the way of the ferry boat, as required by the starboard-hand rule; and for coming up the river too near the shore and at too great speed. The answer attributed the collision either to unavoidable accident, or to the negligence of the ferry boat in leaving her slip, either without seeing the Breakwater, or at a time when, if she had seen her, she must have known there was danger of collision in so leaving.
The district court found the Breakwater to have been wholly in fault (39 Fed. 511), and upon appeal to the circuit court this decree was affirmed by Mr. Justice Blatchford upon the following finding of facts:

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# The Dragon's Claw

Novella, extracted from the Adventure magazine, Dec 3, 1919
   Intermittent flashes appear on the western horizon whence the caravan has traveled—dazzling streaks that pierce the sky at irregular intervals but withal systematically. These flashes are the beginning of a race with death—a race that extends from the desert sands of China to a modern hotel in New York City
A Complete Novelette
by J. Allan Dunn Author of "Death's Carpenter," "The Pearls of Paruki," etc.
CONTENTS
* I. Throats in Peril
* II. In the Cañon
* III. The Features of Fung-Ti
* IV. Occident Against Orient
* V. Sing Lee, Laundryman
* VI. New York
* VII. The Glove of Velvet
* VIII. The Hand of Steel
* IX. The White Death
* X. McNeil
* XI. The Fortune Teller
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# The Dragon

English-language translations of Злой Дракон include:
* "Evil dragon…" in Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse (1919).
* "The Dragon" in Modern Russian Poetry (1921).
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Wakefield, Felix

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​Wakefield, Felix, was the fifth son of Edward Wakefield, of Burnham Hall, Essex, and younger brother of Edward Gibbon Wakefield. He was born in 1807, and was educated as an engineer. In early life he was Superintendent of Public Works in Tasmania. Returning to England in 1847, he threw himself with energy into his brother's colonising schemes, and took an active part in establishing the Canterbury settlement in the colony of New Zealand, to which he himself emigrated in 1851, the allotment which he took up being No. 2, now the site of the town of Sumner. Being an enthusiastic botanist, he distributed seeds and cuttings, from which many of the plantations in the vicinity of Christchurch had their rise. On his return after a visit to England in ​1854, he brought out to Nelson the first red deer, pheasants, and other animals and birds. On the outbreak of the Crimean war he returned to England, and was made principal superintendent of the Army Works Corps at the seat of war, being given the rank of lieutenant-colonel and employed in making the railway from Balaclava to Sebastopol. After the peace he travelled in Russia, Turkey, Syria, and Egypt, returning in 1863 to New Zealand, where he at first lived at Nelson, and subsequently at Sumner. He died suddenly at the latter place on Dec. 24th, 1876.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Walcot, Captain John Cotterel Phillips

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​Walcot, Captain John Cotterel Phillips, R.N., Naval Commandant, South Australia, entered the Royal Navy in 1863, became lieutenant in 1874, and commander on retirement in 1883. In April 1884 he was appointed captain of the South Australian gun-vessel Protector and Senior Officer of the Naval Forces of that colony. In Feb. 1891 he was given local seniority, with brevet rank as post captain.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Walker, George Washington

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​Walker, George Washington, son of John Walker, was born in London on March 1st, 1800. The family belonged to Northumberland, and Mr. Walker was educated at Newcastle-on-Tyne, where he entered into business as a draper. In 1831 Mr. James Backhouse and Mr. Walker were accredited by the Society of Friends on a religious mission to the Australian colonies, especially with the view of endeavouring to improve the condition of the convict population. They arrived in Hobart in Feb. 1832, and began the work of their mission. They remained three years in Tasmania, visiting all the settled districts, inspecting chain gangs and convict stations, including those of Macquarie Harbour and Port Arthur. From Hobart they proceeded to Sydney, and spent two years in similar work in New South Wales, extending their travels to Moreton Bay (now Brisbane) and to Norfolk Island, which they found to be Macquarie Harbour over again with an extra shade of darkness. Their reports to the Governors of Tasmania and New South ​Wales had considerable influence in inducing reforms in the treatment of the prisoners. Returning to Hobart, they sailed thence for South Africa. On their way they visited Melbourne, at that time (1837) a mere group of huts, also Adelaide and Swan River (Western Australia). Arriving at the Cape, they travelled by waggon to the utmost bounds to which white men had then penetrated, visiting the mission stations and inquiring into the condition of the native races. His eight years of missionary travel completed, Mr. Walker returned to Hobart, where he married a daughter of the late Mr. Robert Mather, and for some years carried on business as a draper. He was one of the founders of the Hobart Savings Bank (1845), of which he undertook the direction, and eventually gave up his business to become manager of the institution. He was an earnest advocate and promoter of the temperance and other philanthropic movements. He died at Hobart Feb. 1st, 1859. A life of Mr. Walker, by Backhouse and Tylor, was published in London (1862). The Walker family belonged originally to Wylam-on-Tyne, near Newcastle, having held an estate there from the time of the Reformation. About the middle of last century an elder branch migrated south to the neighbourhood of Leeds, while the branch from which Mr. Walker was descended went into business at Newcastle-on-Tyne. The family were Unitarians, but when a young man Mr. Walker joined the Society of Friends. He began life as owner of pottery works near Newcastle, but, owing to losses through the misconduct of a relative, the works were given up.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Walker, Hon. William Froggatt

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​Walker, Hon. William Froggatt, M.L.A., arrived in Victoria in 1857, and engaged successfully in commercial pursuits. He entered the Legislative Assembly as member for Boroondara, and on the formation of the Gillies Ministry, in Feb. 1886, accepted the post of Commissioner of Trade and Customs, and was sworn of the Executive Council. He resigned this office in Feb. 1889, and proceeded to ​Europe to act as executive commissioner for Victoria at the Paris International Exhibition of 1889, for his services in connection with which he was created an officer of the Legion of Honour. He died in England on Jan. 23rd, 1889.