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# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Bald Heads

FABLE XXIX. THE TWO BALD-HEADS.
By chance two bald-head beggars found A something shining in the ground:  Each strove to have the prize. They fought, and fought, with kicks and blows;
Pull'd hair and tore their ragged clothes,  And black'd each other's eyes.
He who at last the object gain'd, Lost his few locks that still remain'd; And when his prize he look'd upon, Lo! 'twas a broken comb he'd won!
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Peasants

FABLE XXX. THE TWO PEASANTS.
"Bill!" said Luke one cloudy day,  In a sad foreboding tone, "Just look at yonder cloud, I pray!  How very black 'tis grown! Such threat'ning clouds as that portend  Some awful end." "Why?" answer'd Bill, "why think you so? 'Twill only be a common blow." "Why!" replied Luke in a great pet; "It is a hail storm, and I'll bet 'Twill ruin vineyards, barley, wheat, And ev'ry thing we raise to eat. Nothing to live on will remain: Famine will follow, and in train The pest will come, and we shall fall, Village, people, crops and all!"  "The pest seize on your storm!" Said Bill, getting rather warm;  "Don't take alarm! For rest assur'd, the world, my friend,
THE TWO PEASANTS.
Is not yet coming to an end; But contray to what you say, 'Twill still move on from day to day. 'Tis not a hail-cloud that you see:  A simple rain-storm it will be.
'Twill water ev'ry field  That's suff'ring now for rain;  And great will be the yield  Of ev'ry kind of grain.  A double crop of hay  Our labor will repay:  Wheat, half as much again;  And grapes will load the plain: We shall lack nothing, I opine, But casks enough to hold the wine.  And hence, We all shall live in opulence."  "That's very bright!"  Said Luke with spite. "Well! my ideas, say what you will, Are good as yours," responded Bill. "Oh then," said Luke, "if that's the case, Let's wait and see what will take place. You'd better be not quite so fast: 'Tis he laughs best who laughs the last." "Then God be prais'd!" was Bill's reply, "I shall not be the one to cry!" The two thus heated, and in rage, A battle were about to wage, When suddenly a puff of wind, Bore the portentous cloud away, Which neither hail'd nor rain'd that day,  Nor left a trace behind.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/True Happiness

FABLE XIII. TRUE HAPPINESS.
A poor young cricket, small and shy, Passing retir'd his summer hours, Beheld one day a butterfly,  Flitting among the flowers. Of ev'ry color, ev'ry hue,
The gaudy insect well might boast. From flower to flower it gaily flew, Alighting where it pleas'd him most. "Alas!" the pining cricket sigh'd, "What diff'rences us two divide! While Nature does so much for him, For me she nothing does at all. I'm void of sense and coarse of limb, With figure despicably small; I'm heeded not, am lone and lorn, And might as well have not been born." But while the cricket thus complain'd, A sudden uproar round him reign'd; A troop of children rushing by, Came hunting for the butterfly. With nets, and hats, and kerchiefs too, The gaudy insect they pursue. He struggles hard to get away, But falls at last a helpless prey. One seizes on his wings of gold; Another at his body aims; A third upon his head lays hold; In short, each one the insect claims, But leaves him mangled, dead, and cold. "Ah, ha!" the cricket said, "I see What 'tis a brilliant thing to be. If such the cost to those who shine, I ought no longer to repine; But to live happy I must be Contented with obscurity."
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Cats

FABLE XI. THE TWO CATS.
Two cats of ancient pedigree, The finest of their race e'er seen, Were diff'rent in a great degree, For one was fat and 'tother lean. The elder daily had a feast, Like senator, or judge, or priest; Was round and portly, fresh, and sleek,
Serene of brow, and plump of cheek, While 'tother, eating mice alone, Was little else than skin and bone; Though ever busy on the watch, As cats should be, his prey to catch, Peering around with famish'd look, In ev'ry cranny, hole, and nook, He toil'd from morn till eve, and yet Could scarce a full meal ever get. At length, by hunger sore distress'd, His elder brother he address'd:— "How is't that you can have good cheer, While I at death's door am so near? Though you are idle all the day. And I'm at work, and never play, How is it, brother, please explain, Why you are fat and I am lean?" "The reason, brother, 's very plain," Said fatty in complacent strain, You've quite too conscientious been. You hunt for mice." "Is that not right?" The younger answered with some spite. "Ah, yes," the elder makes reply, "'Tis right enough, perhaps, but I Can always near my master sit, And seek to please him by my wit. I share his favors, his repast; Ask little first, take much at last; Strive to amuse him with my tricks, Learn'd in the school of politics,
While you, my brother, are a flat, And serve him merely as a cat. The real secret of success, In cunning lies, not usefulness. If you would prosper here below, Play tricks and let your duties go!"
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Travelers

FABLE IV. THE TWO TRAVELERS.
Two friendly comrades, Tom and Bill, Were on their way to Thionville, When Thomas found A purse of gold upon the ground. "What a wind-fall for us!" said Bill.
"No, not for us," Tom quick replies; "To me, alone, belongs the prize." Bill answered not. But soon their way Led them where ambush'd robbers lay. Tom, trembling, would have taken flight, But rivetted by his affright, Exclaimed, "Alas! we are undone!" "Not we," says Bill, "but you alone." And saying so he nimbly flies, And through a hedge securely hies. But Tom is captur'd, gagg'd, and bound, And robb'd of all the gold he'd found.
Who, like our hero, is inclined  To keep good luck for his own ends, Must soon or late be doom'd to find,  When ill luck comes he'll have no friends.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/Truth and Fable

FLORIAN'S FABLES.
FABLE I. TRUTH AND FABLE.
At length among mankind to dwell, Truth came, all naked, from her well. By living there so long alone, She had a little passée grown; And old and young all fled surpris'd The moment she was recogniz'd. Poor Truth remain'd confounded quite By such an unsuspected slight.  Just then she chanc'd to see  Fable in all her finery, Trick'd out in plumes and diamonds, too
(The most of these were false, 'tis true, But yet were dazzling to the view), Who, in familiar courtesy, Exclaimed: "Oh, here you are, I see! And quite alone, too, I observe.  Why are you here,  My sister dear?
What end do you propose to serve?  Pray tell me, if you please." Says Truth: "I find I'm here to freeze; For all I meet upon the road, Deny me shelter or abode. I'm shunn'd as if in fear or hate; But that, alas! must be the fate Of dames, like me, when out of date." "Not so," says Fable in reply, "For you are younger still than I; And yet, if I may be believ'd, I'm ev'rywhere still well receiv'd. But let me ask, why 'tis that you Expose your nakedness to view? That's not discreet. Now list to me, Since well our int'rests do agree; Let my broad mantle drape your form: 'Twill serve to shelter both from harm. Among the wise, for your sake, All will my foolish sayings take; And with the fools, because of me, You always well receiv'd will be." Thus Fable, side by side with Truth, Like as two sisters, hand in hand, Will teach and please both age and youth, And welcom'd be in ev'ry land.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Gardeners

FABLE VII. THE TWO GARDENERS.
Two brother gardeners had the lot To fall heirs to a garden spot. They halved in peace the legacy, Working together day by day, Living in perfect amity, Each managing in his own way. One of the two, whose name was John,
A gift of speech much doted on. He thought himself a man of wit, That e'en for LL.D. was fit.  He had the knack Of conning o'er the almanac. Of books and charts he kept a stock, And daily eyed the weather-cock. Still to his genius giving wing,  He sought to know How from one single pea could spring The thousand peas that from it grow;— Why from the linden's tiny seed A tree so lofty should proceed, While from the bean's far ampler size A mere shrub comes that shortly dies; And, above all, how beans should know Their branches up from earth to throw, Yet downwards thrust their roots below. But while in search of truths like these, He quite forgets his cabbages.  His wat'ring pot  Is too forgot. He fails his fig-trees to protect, Against the cold north winds that freeze, While wilted drops his lettuces, And all things suffer from neglect. He has no fruit; and, what is worse, There is no money in his purse; So that our learned doctor lacks, In spite of all his almanacs,
The means wherewith to live, And fain must take what others give.
His brother, up at break of day, Went to his work with right good will; Sung with the birds a cheerful lay, And never failed his lot to till. Setting aside the things unknown, And mindful of his crops alone, In simple faith he sow'd his field, And was rewarded by the yield. He dug and water'd ev'rything, From gooseberry to apricot; And none to market e'er could bring Of fruits and plants a finer lot. Hence he had money and to spare, And with his brother well could share. "How is't," said John, "my brother dear, That you know how to thrive so well?" His brother answered: "'Tis quite clear; We need not on the myst'ry dwell, I go to work and till the ground, While you do naught but rack your brains; And while with me all things abound, You get but labor for your pains. The question, then, I leave to you, Which is the wiser of the two?"
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Two Young Warriors

FABLE XVI. THE TWO YOUNG WARRIORS.
Two farmer-boys, genteel and bright, Who in ill-doing took delight (For they were by their father spoil’d), Were seeking nests the garden round. A brood of partridges they found, And in their joy went nearly wild. The fledglings scatter far and near Under the impulse of their fear,
And to go free great efforts make; But the two urchins here and there, Meet and head them everywhere, Till every single one they take. The mother trails her wings in vain; Now timid flies, and now makes bold; But uselessly she'd longer feign; The boys get all their pockets hold. Each boy has six; one yet remains; And for this odd one both contend; Each of his rights and wrongs complains, Till of dispute there seems no end. "Let us draw lots!" "No!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "No!"  So to and fro, The bandied words between them go.  "I'll knock you down!"  "I'll break your crown!" Hot and hotter the contest grew, When th' older one the odd bird threw  At his brother's head. The younger brother in reply, Then let another birdling fly. The elder back another sped.  Neither will yield, Until the ground is strewn around  Like any battle field, With quiv'ring, gasping, dying birds. The father, hap'ning round that way, Stopp'd to observe the cruel play, And to his boys address'd these words:—
"What! are you kings, that you should be With lives of innocents so free? What right have you, I'd like to know, To deal around you death and woe, Like emperors, whose sport it is, To slay mankind like partridges?"
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The Viper and the Blood-Sucker

FABLE XXXII. THE VIPER AND THE BLOOD-SUCKER.
Once to the leech the viper said—  "How different is our lot! They who love you would wish me dead;  Men like me not. They seem to bear for me some spite,
While on their blood they let you feed. Like you, I only give a bite; I do, like you, but make them bleed."
"But my dear friend," the leech replied, "I bite to heal, but you to kill; How many patients would have died But for the virtue of my skill! While well men are destroy'd by you, The health of sick men I renew. The difference 'tween us is, in chief, Your bite is poison, mine, relief.
My tale would thus hold up to view, What few have fail'd to see, I wist— The leech presents the Critic true; The viper is the Satirist.
# The Fables of Florian (tr. Phelps)/The White Elephant

FABLE XXXIX. THE WHITE ELEPHANT.
Far in a certain eastern land The people in great rev'rence stand In presence of the elephant. He's lodg'd in style most elegant (That is, if so the brute be white), And for him men fierce battles fight:  For prize so rare  States go to war; He's always serv'd on golden plate; And so divine is his estate That when folks meet him walking forth, They bow before him to the earth.
One of these people's pets one day (A sound clear thinker by the way) To his conductor said:—"I pray Why are such honors shown to me? For I am but a beast, you see." "Ah! you're too humble," said his guide:  "We know what's due  To one like you; And all our India knows beside, That when our heroes come to die, Their souls into your body fly, And there for some time must endure.  Priests tell us so,  And hence we know.  The thing is sure."
"What! do you think us heroes then?" "Yes; so believe our best of men." "And should we, if it were not so,  Be free to go And wander through the wide domain Of our own native woods again?" "Oh yes, my Lord."—"Then let me go; For you're deceiv'd, as I can show:— Our race is proud, yet still caressing; Gentle, though great power possessing; We never hurt, as you may see, Nor injure those less strong than we: Our hearts can love, yet, from lust free, Observe the laws of chastity; And ne'er do we our honors earn By loss of virtue in return. Since this is so, how can you then, Think we possess the souls of men?"
# The Family Kitchen Gardener (1856)/Chamomile

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CHAMOMILE.
A’nthemis nóbilis.—Camomille, Fr.—Kamille, Ger.
Grows wild in many parts of Europe. It is a hardy perennial, and easily propagated by parting the roots early in Spring. Both the leaves and flowers of the Chamomile have a strong, though not ungrateful, smell, and a very bitter, nauseous taste. The flowers possess the stomachic and tonic qualities usually ascribed to simple bitters. A watery infusion of them is frequently used for the purpose of exciting vomiting, or for promoting the operation of emetics. They are very generally used in emollient decoctions, to assuage pain; and externally as fomentations.
# The Family Kitchen Gardener (1856)/Chervil

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CHERVIL.
Scándix Cerefòlium.—Cerfeuil, Fr.—Gartenkerbel, Ger.
Is a warm, mild, and aromatic plant, a native of Europe, and in olden times of great repute. After being boiled, it was eaten with oil and vinegar, and considered a panacea for courage, comfort to the heart, and strength to the body. It is much cultivated by the French and Dutch, who use the tender leaves in soups and salads as frequently as we use Parsley, and is considered by many to be a milder and more agreeable ingredient.
Culture.—Chervil is an annual plant, and should be sown in March, April, and May, in drills, about a quarter of an inch deep, and nine inches apart. Cover lightly, and press the soil firm with the foot, rake evenly, and give a gentle watering in dry weather. The leaves are fit for use, when two to four inches high. Cut them off close; they will come up again, and may be gathered in succession throughout the season.
# The Family Kitchen Gardener (1856)/Cardoon

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CARDOON.
Cy’nara Cardūnculus.—Cardon, Fr.—Kardonen, Ger.
The Cardoon is somewhat like the Artichoke, but rises to a greater height, and, with it, may be classed as one of the fanciful vegetables, grown exclusively for the name, or to please the fancy of some professed epicure. At least it has but little nutriment; the tender stalks, after being blanched, are either stewed or put in soups or salads during Autumn and Winter.
Culture.—This is easily accomplished, by sowing the seeds about the middle of Spring, where they are to remain. They succeed in soils of a sandy loam, inclining to moisture, well enriched by manure. Plant the seeds in a row six inches apart and one inch deep. When they come up, thin them out to one foot apart, as they require room to grow four feet wide and five feet high. Keep clean from weeds, hoe deep and frequently. About the beginning of October, when the plants have attained their full size, they should be prepared for blanching; choose a dry day, and tie the leaves of the plant carefully and lightly together with matting or small hay-bands. previously removing all the damaged or decayed ones; keeping the whole upright, binding the plant closely round with twisted straw or hay-bands, from the root to about two-thirds of its height, covering it so as to prevent the earth from coming in contact with the ribs of the leaves; then earth them up the height of the bands, as directed for Celery. In three weeks they will be sufficiently blanched for use, when they may be taken up as wanted. In severe weather protect them as directed for Celery.
# The Family Kitchen Gardener (1856)/Celeriac

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CELERIAC.
​Celeriac, or Turnip-Rooted Celery, is occasionally cultivated for its seasoning qualities, and when well boiled is used at the table. Culture, same as Cabbage. When the roots have acquired a tolerable size, draw the earth to each side of the row, three or four inches high, which will render them white and tender, particularly so in moist weather (the whole of this family being partial to moisture). In from four to six weeks after being earthed up, they will be in good order for use.
# The Family Kitchen Gardener (1856)/Caraway

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CARAWAY.
Càrum Cárui.—Carvi, Fr.—Kummel, Ger.
A native of many countries in the northern parts of Europe. It is biennial, and propagated by sowing the seeds in Spring. The seeds of this plant are well known to have a pleasant, spicy smell, and a warm, aromatic taste; and on that account they are much used as a common ingredient in cakes, and are encrusted in sugar for comfits; they are also distilled with spirituous liquors, to improve their flavor. The tender leaves in Spring are sometimes boiled in soups.
# The Forgotten Man and Other Essays

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The fourth of four collections of essays on economics, liberty, and sociology by Sumner, edited by Albert Galloway Keller. Page scans are available.
THE
FORGOTTEN MAN
AND
OTHER ESSAYS
BY
WILLIAM GRAHAM SUMNER
EDITED BY
ALBERT GALLOWAY KELLER
NEW HAVEN
YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORD
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
Copyright, 1919,
By Yale University Press
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 Forgotten Books of Eden

* Preface
* Introduction
* The First Book of Adam and Eve
* The Second Book of Adam and Eve
* The Book of the Secrets of Enoch
* The Psalms of Solomon
* The Odes of Solomon
* The Letter of Aristeas
* Fourth Book of Maccabees
* The Story of Ahikar
* The Testaments of the Twelve Patriarchs
* Testament of Reuben
* Testament of Simeon
* Testament of Levi
* The Testament of Judah
* The Testament of Issachar
* The Testament of Zebulun
* The Testament of Dan
* The Testament of Naphtali
* The Testament Of Gad
* The Testament of Asher
* The Testament of Joseph
* The Testament of Benjamin
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# The Ego and Its Own/The Free
## The Free

The ancients and the moderns having been presented above in two divisions, it may seem as if the free were here to be described in a third division as independent and distinct. This is not so. The free are only the more modern and most modern among the "moderns," and are put in a separate division merely because they belong to the present, and what is present, above all, claims our attention here. I give "the free" only as a translation of "the liberals," but must with regard to the concept of freedom (as in general with regard to so many other things whose anticipatory introduction cannot be avoided) refer to what comes later.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hughes, David Edward

Edition of 1920. See also David Edward Hughes on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HUGHES, David Edward, English-American inventor: b. London, 16 May 1831; d. there, 22 Jan. 1900. When very young came with his parents to the United States, of which he became a citizen. He was educated at Saint Joseph's College, Bardstown, Ky., where he was appointed professor of music (1850) and later of natural philosophy. In 1855 he patented his first important invention, that of the well-known printing telegraph which bears his name. It was at once adopted in America, and by 1876 by practically every European country. In 1877 he settled in London. In 1878 Hughes announced to the Royal Society his invention of the microphone, an ingenious instrument which not only transmits sound, but so magnifies faint sounds as to make them distinctly audible. The microphone is now in universal use in the telephone. Another important invention, that of the induction balance, was completed by Hughes in 1879, and in 1880 he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society, which awarded him its gold medal in 1885. He was a member and at times an officer of the Society of Telegraph Engineers (now Institution of Electrical Engineers), and a manager and vice-president of the Royal Institution. In his later years he experimented along the lines which some years later led to the discoveries of Hertz, Branly and Marconi, resulting in wireless telegraphy. He left a large fortune which was divided among four London hospitals and a number of scientific bodies. A list of his scientific papers will be found in Royal Society of London, Catalogue of Scientific Papers. Consult Anon., ‘D. E. Hughes’ (in Nature, Vol. LXI, p. 325, London 1900).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Hunkers

Edition of 1920. See also Barnburners and Hunkers on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
HUNKERS (supposably from Dutch honk, “post” or “station”; “stick-in-the-muds”), in American politics, at present a contemptuous nickname, like “moss-backs,” for the unprogressive elements of a party, which detest change. Originally, a name given about 1844 to the section of the New York State Democrats which opposed new issues; the points for which it then stood, however, had become party tenets from about 1835. Thence till 1840 the Hunker faction was in opposition to the Locofoco wing (q.v.) which opposed bank charters; but was obliged to yield in 1838. From 1840 to 1846 they opposed the Radicals, who wished a revised State constitution, elective judges and cessation of State canal building. Thence till 1852 they opposed the Barnburners (q.v.), who, at first separately and then in alliance with the Free-Soil party (q.v.) fought the National Democratic party for recognition of its State power. After the election of Pierce in 1852, it divided into “hards” and “softs”; the first under Daniel S. Dickinson opposed the administration, the second under William L. Marcy supported it. The former made up the bulk of the “War Democrats” after 1861. Besides those named, Horatio Seymour is the best remembered Hunker leader; while the opposition has the familiar names of Martin Van Buren, Silas Wright and John A. Dix, besides others remembered by the older generation.