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# The Mahabharata/Book 2: Sabha Parva/Section XXIX

SECTION XXIX
(Digvijaya Parva continued)
Vaisampayana said, In the meantime, Bhimasena also endued with great energy, having obtained the assent of Yudhishthira the just marched towards the eastern direction. And the tiger among the Bharatas, possessed of great valour and ever increasing the sorrows of his foes, was accompanied by a mighty host with the full complement of elephants and horses and cars, well-armed and capable of crushing all hostile kingdoms. That tiger among men, the son of Pandu, going first into the great country of the Panchalas, began by various means to conciliate that tribe. Then that hero, that bull of the Bharata race, within a short time, vanquished the Gandakas and the Videhas. That exalted one then subjugated the Dasarnas. There in the country of the Dasarnas, the king called Sudharman with his bare arms fought a fierce battle with Bhimasena. And Bhimasena, beholding that feat of the illustrious king, appointed the mighty Sudharman as the first in command of his forces. Then Bhima of terrible prowess marched towards the east, causing the earth itself to tremble with the tread of the mighty host that followed him. Then that hero who in strength was the foremost of all strong men defeated in battle Rochamana, the king of Aswamedha, at the head of all his troops. And the son of Kunti, having vanquished that monarch by performing feats that excelled in fierceness, subjugated the eastern region. Then that prince of the Kuru race, endued with great prowess going into the country of Pulinda in the south, brought Sukumara and the king Sumitra under his sway. Then, O Janamejaya, that bull in the Bharata race, at the command of Yudhishthira the just marched against Sisupala of great energy. The king of Chedi, hearing of the intentions of the son of Pandu, came out of his city. And that chastiscr of all foes then received the son of Pritha with respect. Then, O king, those bulls of the Chedi and the Kuru lines, thus met together, enquired after each other's welfare. Then, O monarch, the king of Chedi offered his kingdom unto Bhima and said smilingly, 'O sinless one, upon what art thou bent ?' And Bhima thereupon represented unto him the intentions of king Yudhishthira. And Bhima dwelt there, O king, for thirty nights, duly entertained by Sisupala. And after this he set out from Chedi with his troops and vehicles."
Thus ends the twenty-ninth section in the Digvijiaya Parva of the Sabha Parva.
# The Land of Promise

"Although the faiths to which we fearful clung"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1895), "The Land of Promise" in The Cosmopolitan (February 1895).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1898), "The Land of Promise" in Poems.
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Land of Promise" in Poems II.

## References

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# The Literati of New York/No. V/Anne C. Lynch

Regarding poet Anne Lynch Botta.
Miss Anne Charlotte Lynch has written little; — her compositions are even too few to be collected in volume form. Her prose has been, for the most part, anonymous — critical papers in "The New York Mirror" and elsewhere, with unacknowledged contributions to the annuals, especially "The Gift," and "The Diadem," both of Philadelphia. Her "Diary of a Recluse," published in the former work, is, perhaps, the best specimen of her prose manner and ability. I remember, also, a fair critique on Fanny Kemble's poems; — this appeared in "The Democratic Review."
In poetry, however, she has done better, and given evidence of at least unusual talent. Some of her compositions in this way are of merit, and one or two of excellence. In the former class I place her "Bones in the Desert," published in "The Opal " for 1846, her "Farewell to Ole Bull," first printed in "The Tribune," and one or two of her sonnets — not forgetting some graceful and touching lines on the death of Mrs. Willis. In the latter class I place two noble poems, "The Ideal" and "The Ideal Found." These should be considered as one, for each is by itself imperfect. In modulation and vigor of rhythm, in dignity and elevation of sentiment, in metaphorical appositeness and accuracy, and in energy of expression, I really do not know where to point out anything American much superior to them. Their ideality is not so manifest as their passion, but I think it an unusual indication of taste in Miss Lynch, or (more strictly) of an intuitive sense of poetry's true nature, that this passion is just sufficiently subdued to lie within the compass of the poetic art, within the limits of the beautiful. A step farther and it might have passed them. Mere passion, however exciting, prosaically excites; it is in its very essence homely, and delights in homeliness: but the triumph over passion, as so finely depicted in the two poems mentioned, is one of the purest and most idealizing manifestations of moral beauty.
In character Miss Lynch is enthusiastic, chivalric, self-sacrificing, "equal to any Fate," capable of even martyrdom in whatever should seem to her a holy cause — a most exemplary daughter. She has her hobbies, however, (of which a very indefinite idea of "duty" is one,) and is, of course, readily imposed upon by any artful person who perceives and takes advantage of this most amiable failing.
In person she is rather above the usual height, somewhat slender, with dark hair and eyes — the whole countenance at times full of intelligent expression. Her demeanor is dignified, graceful, and noticeable for repose. She goes much into literary society.
[Editors' Book Table: "We hear of some complaints having been made by those writers who have already been noticed by Mr. Poe. Some of the ladies have suggested that the publisher has something to do with them. This we positively deny, and we as positively assert that they are published as written by Mr. Poe, without any alteration or suggestion from us" (Godey's Lady's Book, p. 144, column 1.)]
# The Literati of New York/No. IV/Prosper M. Wetmore

Regarding poet Prosper M. Wetmore.
General Wetmore occupied some years ago quite a conspicuous position among the littérateurs of New York city. His name was seen very frequently in "The Mirror" and in other similar journals, in connection with brief poems and occasional prose compositions. His only publication in volume form, I believe, is "The Battle of Lexington and other Poems," a collection of considerable merit, and one which met a very cordial reception from the press.
Much of this cordiality, however, is attributable to the personal popularity of the man, to his facility in making acquaintances and his tact in converting them into unwavering friends.
General Wetmore has an exhaustless fund of vitality. His energy, activity and indefatigability are proverbial, not less than his peculiar sociability. These qualities give him unusual influence among his fellow-citizens, and have constituted him (as precisely the same traits have constituted his friend General Morris) one of a standing committee for the regulation of a certain class of city affairs — such, for instance, as the getting up a complimentary benefit, or a public demonstration of respect for some deceased worthy, or a ball and dinner to Mr. Irving or Mr. Dickens.
Mr. Wetmore is not only a general, but Naval Officer of the Port of New York, Member of the Board of Trade, one of the Council of the Art Union, one of the Corresponding Committee of the Historical Society, and of more other committees than I can just now remember. His manners are recherchés, courteous — a little in the old school way. He is sensitive, punctilious; speaks well, roundly, fluently, plausibly, and is skilled in pouring oil upon the waters of stormy debate.
He is, perhaps, fifty years of age, but has a youthful look; is about five feet eight in height, slender, neat, with an air of military compactness; looks especially well on horseback.
# The Literati of New York/No. V

September 1846, pp. 126-133
* Frances S. Osgood
* Lydia M. Child
* Elizabeth Bogard
* Catharine M. Sedgwick
* Lewis Gaylord Clark
* Anne C. Lynch
# The Literati of New York/No. V/Elizabeth Bogard

Regarding poet Elizabeth Bogard.
Miss Bogart has been for many years before the public as a writer of poems and tales (principally the former) for the periodicals, having made her debût as a contributor to the original "New York Mirror." Doctor Griswold, in a foot-note appended to one of her poems quoted in his "Poets and Poetry," speaks of the "volume" from which he quotes; but Miss Bogart has not yet collected her writings in volume form. Her fugitive pieces have usually been signed "Estelle." They are noticeable for nerve, dignity and finish. Perhaps the four stanzas entitled "He came too Late," and introduced into Dr. Griswold's compilation, are the most favorable specimen of her manner. Had he not quoted them I should have copied them here.
Miss Bogart is a member of one of the oldest families in the state. An interesting sketch of her progenitors is to be found in Thompson's "History of Long Island." She is about the medium height, straight and slender; black hair and eyes; countenance full of vivacity and intelligence. She converses with fluency and spirit, enunciates distinctly, and exhibits interest in whatever is addressed to her — a rare quality in good talkers; has a keen appreciation of genius and of natural scenery; is cheerful and fond of society.
# The Literati of New York/No. IV/Emma C. Embury

Regarding poet Emma C. Embury.
Mrs. Embury is one of the most noted, and certainly one of the most meritorious of our female [page 77:] littérateurs. She has been many years before the public — her earliest compositions, I believe, having been contributed to the "New York Mirror" under the nom de plume "Ianthe." They attracted very general attention at the time of their appearance and materially aided the paper. They were subsequently, with some other pieces, published in volume form, with the title "Guido and other Poems." The book has been long out of print. Of late days its author has written but little poetry — that little, however, has at least indicated a poetic capacity of no common order.
Yet as a poetess she is comparatively unknown, her reputation in this regard having been quite overshadowed by that which she has acquired as a writer of tales. In this latter capacity she has, upon the whole, no equal among her sex in America — certainly no superior. She is not so vigorous as Mrs. Stephens, nor so vivacious as Miss Chubbuck, nor so caustic as Miss Leslie, nor so dignified as Miss Sedgwick, nor so graceful, fanciful and spirituelle as Mrs. Osgood, but is deficient in none of the qualities for which these ladies are noted, and in certain particulars surpasses them all. Her subjects are fresh, if not always vividly original, and she manages them with more skill than is usually exhibited by our magazinists. She has also much imagination and sensibility, while her style is pure, earnest, and devoid of verbiage and exaggeration. I make a point of reading all tales to which I see the name of Mrs. Embury appended. The story by which she has attained most reputation is "Constance Latimer, the Blind Girl."
Mrs. E. is a daughter of Doctor Manly, an eminent physician of New York city. At an early age she married a gentleman of some wealth and of education, as well as of tastes akin to her own. She is noted for her domestic virtues no less than for literary talents and acquirements.
She is about the medium height; complexion, eyes, and hair light; arched eyebrows; Grecian nose; the mouth a fine one and indicative of firmness; the whole countenance pleasing, intellectual and expressive. The portrait in "Graham's Magazine" for January, 1843, has no resemblance to her whatever.
# The Literati of New York/No. IV/James Lawson

Regarding poet James Lawson.
Mr. Lawson has himself made little effort in the field of literary labor, but is distinguished for his zeal and liberality in the good cause. He is by birth a Scotchman, but few men have more ardently at heart the welfare of American letters.
His works, so far as published in volume form, are few. I know only of "Giordano, a tragedy," and two volumes entitled "Tales and Sketches by a Cosmopolite." The former was performed some years ago, (at the Park, I believe,) and with no great success. The latter were more popular. One of them, "The Dapper Gentleman's Story," is a very clever imitation of the manner of Irving, and has "gone the rounds of the press."
Mr. Lawson is of social habits and warm sympathies. He is enthusiastic, especially in matters of art or taste; converses fluently, tells a capital story, and is generally respected and beloved.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 2/Chapter 15

CHAP. XV.
In popped Corporal Trim with Stevinus:—But 'twas too late,—all the discourse had been exhausted without him, and was running into a new channel.
—You may take the book home again, Trim, said my uncle Toby, nodding to him.
But pri'thee, Corporal, quoth my father, drolling,—look first into it, and see if thou canst spy aught of a sailing chariot in it.
​Corporal Trim, by being in the service, had learned to obey,—and not to remonstrate;—so taking the book to a side-table, and running over the leaves; an' please your Honour, said Trim, I can see no such thing;— however, continued the Corporal, drolling a little in his turn, I'll make sure work of it, an' please your Honour;—so taking hold of the two covers of the book, one in each hand, and letting the leaves fall down as he bent the covers back, he gave the book a good sound shake.
There is something fallen out, however, said Trim, an' please your Honour; but it is not a chariot, or any thing like one:—Pri'thee, Corporal, said my father, smiling, what is it then?—I think, answered Trim, stooping to take it up,—'tis more like a sermon,—for it begins, ​with a text of scripture, and the chapter and verse;—and then goes on, not as a chariot,—but like a sermon directly.
The company smiled.
I cannot conceive how it is possible, quoth my uncle Toby, for such a thing as a sermon to have got into my Stevinus.
I think 'tis a sermon, replied Trim;—but if it please your Honours, as it is a fair hand, I will read you a page;—for Trim, you must know, loved to hear himself read almost as well as talk.
I have ever a strong propensity, said my father, to look into things which cross my way, by such strange fatalities as these;—and as we have nothing better to do, at least till Obadiah gets back, ​I shall be obliged to you, brother, if Dr. Slop has no objection to it, to order the Corporal to give us a page or two of it,—if he is as able to do it, as he seems willing. An' please your Honour, quoth Trim, I officiated two whole campaigns, in Flanders, as clerk to the chaplain of the regiment.—He can read it, quoth my uncle Toby, as well as I can.—Trim, I assure you, was the best scholar in my company, and should have had the next halberd, but for the poor fellow's misfortune. Corporal Trim laid his hand upon his heart, and made an humble bow to his master;—then laying down his hat upon the floor, and taking up the sermon in his left-hand, in order to have his right at liberty,—he advanced, nothing doubting, into the middle of the room, where he could best see, and be best seen by, his audience.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 2/Chapter 16

CHAP. XVI.
—If you have any objection,—said my father, addressing himself to Dr. Slop. Not in the least, replied Dr. Slop;—for it does not appear on which side of the question it is wrote;—it may be a composition of a divine of our church, as well as yours,—so that we run equal risks.—'Tis wrote upon neither side, quoth Trim, for 'tis only upon Conscience, an' please your Honours.
Trim's reason put his audience into good humour,—all but Dr. Slop, who, turning his head about towards Trim, look'd a little angry.
Begin, Trim,—and read distinctly, quoth my father;—I will, an' please your ​Honour, replied the Corporal, making a bow, and bespeaking attention with a slight movement of his right-hand.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 2/Chapter 18

CHAP. XVIII.
Obadiah gain'd the two crowns without dispute; for he came in jingling, with all the instruments in the green bays bag we spoke of, flung across his body, just as Corporal Trim went out of the room.
It is now proper, I think, quoth Dr. Slop (clearing up his looks) as we are in a condition to be of some service to Mrs. Shandy, to send up stairs to know how she goes on.
​I have ordered, answered my father, the old midwife to come down to us upon the least difficulty;—for you must know, Dr. Slop, continued my father, with a perplexed kind of a smile upon his countenance, that by express treaty, solemnly ratified between me and my wife, you are no more than an auxiliary in this affair,—and not so much as that,—unless the lean old mother of a midwife above stairs cannot do without you.—Women have their particular fancies, and in points of this nature, continued my father, where they bear the whole burden, and suffer so much acute pain for the advantage of our families, and the good of the species,—they claim a right of deciding, en Souveraines, in whose hands, and in what fashion, they choose to undergo it.
​They are in the right of it,—quoth my uncle Toby. But, Sir, replied Dr. Slop, not taking notice of my uncle Toby's opinion, but turning to my father,—they had better govern in other points;—and a father of a family, who wished its perpetuity, in my opinion, had better exchange this prerogative with them, and give up some other rights in lieu of it.—I know not, quoth my father, answering a little too testily, to be quite dispassionate in what he said,—I know not, quoth he, what we have left to give up, in lieu of who shall bring our children into the world,—unless that,—of who shall beget them.—One would almost give up any thing, replied Dr. Slop.—I beg your pardon,—answered my uncle Toby.—Sir, replied Dr. Slop, it would astonish you to know what improvements we have made of late years in all branches ​of obstetrical knowledge, but particularly in that one single point of the safe and expeditious extraction of the fœtus,—which has received such lights, that, for my part (holding up his hand) I declare I wonder how the world has—I wish, quoth my uncle Toby, you had seen what prodigious armies we had in Flanders.
# The Life of Mary Baker G. Eddy/Chapter 22

CHAPTER XXII
LIFE AT PLEASANT VIEW—MRS. EDDY PRODUCES MORE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE LITERATURE—FOSTER EDDY IS MADE PUBLISHER OF THE TEXT-BOOK—THE STORY OF HIS FALL FROM FAVOUR—RULE OF SERVICE
When Mrs. Eddy retired to Concord, N. H., in the latter part of 1889, her coming there was little noticed by the townsfolk. Her name, which was well enough known in Boston, Chicago, and Denver, as yet meant almost nothing in the capital of her native state, though her birthplace was scarcely six miles from Concord. Mrs. Eddy lived quietly at 62 State Street for nearly three years. She kept no horses then; she occasionally went about the town on foot, but did not mingle with the townspeople. There was a general impression in the neighbourhood that she was a broken-down Boston spiritualist who had "lost her power." Because, when the chill autumn weather came on, she had her front piazza inclosed in heavy sail-cloth and took her exercise there, it was supposed that she was an invalid. Not until after the dedication of the Mother Church, in Boston, 1895, did Concord people begin to feel an interest in Mrs. Eddy and to speak of her as a public personage.
It was while Mrs. Eddy was living in State Street that she bought the property now known as Pleasant View, and had the modest farmhouse which stood there remodelled into the ​cheerful, jaunty structure which it is to-day. She added bow-windows and verandas, built a porte-cochère at the front of the house and a tower at the southeast corner. Pleasant View is in Pleasant Street, about a mile and a half west of the centre of the city.
The traditions of mystery and seclusion which of late years have grown up about the place are hard to reconcile with its cheerful aspect. The house stands upon a little knoll, very near the road; the drives and gateway are wide; there are no high fences or shaded walks; the trees are kept closely trimmed, the turf neatly shaven, and the flower-beds are tidy and gay. There is a fountain, and a boat-house, and a fish-pond with a fine clump of willows. The tower rooms, which were occupied by Mrs. Eddy, have large windows looking southward down a narrow valley, at the end of which rise gentle green hills, one above another, their sides covered with fields and woodland which admirably distribute light and shadow. These hills, besides being peaceful and pleasant to the eye, must have had many associations for Mrs. Eddy, for among them lies the farm upon which she was born and where she spent her childhood. Every day for seventeen years Mrs. Eddy could look off toward Bow and measure the distance she had travelled. Whatever an architect or gardener might find to quarrel with at Pleasant View, it was certainly a cheerful place for an old lady to live in, and looked out over the gentlest and friendliest of landscapes.
PLEASANT VIEW, MRS. EDDY'S HOME IN CONCORD, N. H.
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# The Life of Michael Angelo

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THE LIFE OF
MICHAEL ANGELO
BY ROMAIN ROLLAND
AUTHOR OF “JOHN CHRISTOPHER” ETC.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY FREDERIC LEES
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY
1912
BALLANTYNE & COMPANY LTD Tavistock Street Covent Garden London England
CONTENTS :
| | page |
| Preface | v |
| Introduction | 3 |
| PART I—THE STRUGGLE ||
| IIIStrength | 23 |
| IIIShattered Strength | 50 |
| IIIDespair | 70 |
| PART II—ABDICATION ||
| IIILove | 91 |
| IIIFaith | 125 |
| IIISolitude | 149 |
| EPILOGUE ||
| Death | 165 |
| APPENDIX ||
| Part IIPoems by Michael Angelo | 175 |
| Part IIBibliography | 192 |
| Index | 197 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS :
| | facing page |
| FrontispiecePortrait of Michael Angelo Attributed to Marcello Venusti |
| Tomb of Giuliano de’ Medici In the Medici Chapel, San Lorenzo, Florence | 12 |
| The Battle of the Centaurs Unfinished bas-relief in the Galleria Buonarroti, Florence | 24 |
| Pieta St. Peter’s, Rome | 28 |
| David Academy of Fine Arts, Florence | 30 |
| The Holy Family In the Uffizi, Florence | 34 |
| The Prophet Jeremiah In the Sistine Chapel | 42 |
| Decorative Figure In the Sistine Chapel | 48 |
| The Slave From the statue in the Louvre | 54 |
| God Creating the Sun and Moon In the Sistine Chapel | 60 |
| Monument of Lorenzo de’ Medici Medici Chapel, San Lorenzo, Florence | 64 |
| The Creation of Man In the Sistine Chapel | 68 |
| The Erythræan Sybil From the Sistine Chapel | 74 |
| The Libyan Sybil From the Sistine Chapel | 80 |
| Victory From the group in the National Museum, Florence | 84 ​ |
| Christ Condemning the Wicked Fragment of “The Last Judgement,” in the Sistine Chapel | 92 |
| Young Woman Wearing a Helmet From the drawing in the Uffizi Gallery | 100 |
| The Resurrection From a drawing in the Louvre | 112 |
| The Resurrection From a drawing in the British Museum | 116 |
| Charon’s Boat Fragment of “The Last Judgment” in the Sistine Chapel | 120 |
| Moses (Tomb of Julius II) San Pietro in Vincoli, Rome | 124 |
| Original Model (in wood) of the Dome of St. Peter’s In the Vatican | 128 |
| The Descent from the Cross From the group in the Cathedral, Florence | 130 |
| Jesse In the Sistine Chapel | 146 |