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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Edward Harley to Jonathan Swift - 6

FROM THE EARL OF OXFORD.
DOVER-STREET,
IT is now above a whole year and six months since I have had the favour and pleasure of a line from your own self, and I have not troubled you with one from myself; the answer that you would naturally make is very obvious, Why do you then trouble me now? I reply. It is to join with my friend Mr. Pope in recommending the person concerned in the enclosed proposal to your favour and protection, and to entreat that you would be so good as to promote his enterest. I have not sent you any of his receipts; but will when you please to let me know what number you can dispose of: I believe that your bishops have more learning, at least would be thought to have more, than our bench here can pretend to; so I hope they will all subscribe. The person concerned is a worthy honest man; and, by this work of his, he is in hopes to get free of the load which has hung upon him some years: this debt of his is not owing to any folly or extravagance of his, but to the calamity of his house being twice burnt, which he was obliged to rebuild; and having but small preferment in the church, and a large family of children, he has not been able to extricate himself out of the difficulties these accidents have brought upon him. Three sons he has bred up well at Westminster, and they are excellent scholars: the ​eldest has been one of the ushers in Westminster school since the year 1714.
He is a man in years, yet hearty and able to study many hours in a day. This, in short, is the case of an honest, poor, worthy clergyman; and I hope you will take him under your protection. I cannot pretend that my recommendation should have any weight with you, but as it is joined to and under the wing of Mr. Pope.
I took hold of this opportunity to write to you, to let you know you had such an humble servant in being that often remembers you, and wishes to see you in this island. My family, I thank God, is well: my daughter had, last summer, the smallpox really, and in the natural way, and she is not marked at all. My wife and daughter desire that you will accept of their humble services, and say that they want much to see you.
I obeyed your commands, and did Mr. Whalley all the little service I was capable of: it was little enough that was in my power, God knows. He comes again before us soon after Easter: he seems to be in great hopes, I wish they may be well founded.
I think it is now time to release you, which I will not do until I have told you, I may say repeat to you, that I have a house for you, or houseroom, come when you please, provided you come soon. I am, with true respect and esteem, your most obliged and most humble servant,
OXFORD.
Your lord lieutenant would do well to encourage this poor man; he deserves it better than Bulkeley.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Edward Harley to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM EDWARD, EARL OF OXFORD.
I RECEIVED the favour of your letter; I am vexed that the trifle of the ring should not have reached you; I found where the fault lay; I hope you will soon receive both the picture and the ring safe: I have ordered them to the care of Erasmus Lewis, esq., our old friend, and he is a punctual man, and is well acquainted with Mrs. Ford, and my lord Arran's chaplain, Mr Charleton; so I hope this method will not fail that I have now taken. I would not be wanting in the least trifle, by which I ​might show the value and esteem I have, and always must and will have for you.
The picture I have of you is the same which Mr. Jarvis drew of you in Ireland, and it is very like you, and is a very good picture; and though Mr. Jarvis is honoured with the place of his majesty's painter, he cannot paint a picture I shall so much value as I do that of the dean of St. Patrick's.
My old fellow collegiate has done so right a thing as to prefer one of your recommendation. — I am, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
OXFORD.
My wife sends her compliments to you; she is as well as can be expected.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Edward Harley to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM THE EARL OF OXFORD.
I HOPE you will excuse these few lines for once, when I tell you that yesterday morning, I thank ​God, my wife was safely delivered of a son, and both mother and child are as well as can be expected. I fancy this will not be disagreeable news to the dean of St. Patrick's, except he be very much altered, which I believe not. I will not trouble you with any more, but to tell you that I am with great respect, sir, your most obedient servant,
OXFORD.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Charles Mordaunt to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM LORD PETERBOROW.
SATURDAY EVENING.
ONE of your Irish heroes, that from the extremity of our English land, came to destroy the wicked brazen project, desires to meet you on Monday next at Parson's green. If you are not engaged, I will send my coach for you.
Sir Robert Walpole, any morning, except Tuesday and Thursday, which are his publick days, about nine in the morning will be glad to see you at his London house. On Monday, if I see you, I will give you a farther account. Your affectionate servant,
PETERBOROW.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Charles Mordaunt to Jonathan Swift - 5

FROM THE EARL OF PETERBOROW.
I WAS endeavouring to give an answer to yours in a new dialect, which most of us are very fond of. I depended much upon a lady, who had a good ear, and a pliant tongue, in hopes she might have taught me to draw sounds out of consonants. But she, being a professed friend to the Italian speech and vowels, would give me no assistance, and so I am forced to write to you in the yahoo language.
The new one in fashion is much studied, and great pains taken about the pronunciation. Every body (since a new turn) approves of it; but the women seem most satisfied, who declare for few words and horse performance. It suffices to let you know, that there is a neighing duetto appointed for the next opera.
Strange distempers rage in the nation, which your friend the doctor takes no care of. In some, the imagination is struck with the apprehension of swelling to a giant, or dwindling to a pigmy. Others expect an oration equal to any of Cicero's from an eloquent bard, and some take the braying of an ass for the emperor's speech in favour of the Vienna alliance. The knowledge of the ancient world is of no use; men have lost their titles; continents and islands have got new names, just upon the appearance of a certain book. Women bring forth rabbits; ​and every man, whose wife has conceived, expects an heir with four legs. It was concluded not long ago, that such confusion could be only brought about by the black art, and by the spells of a notorious scribbling magician who was generally suspected, and was to be recommended to the mercy of the inquisition. Indictments were upon the anvil, a charge of sorcery preparing, and Merlin's friends were afraid, that the exasperated pettifoggers would persuade the jury to bring in billa vera. For they pretended to bring in certain proofs of his appearance in several shapes: at one time a drapier; at another a Wapping surgeon; sometimes a nardack, sometimes a reverend divine. Nay more, that he could raise the dead; that he had brought philosophers, heroes, and poets, in the same caravan from the other world; and after a few questions, had sent them all to play at quadrille in a flying island of his own.
This was the scene not many days ago, and burning was too good for the wizard. But what mutations among the Lilliputians! The greatest lady in the nation resolves to send a pair of shoes without heels to captain Gulliver: she takes vi et armis the plaid from the lady it was sent to, which is soon to appear upon her royal person; and now, who but captain Gulliver? The captain indeed has nothing more to do but to chalk his pumps, learn to dance upon the rope, and I may yet live to see him a bishop. Verily, verily, I believe he never was in such imminent danger of preferment. Sir, your affectionate tar.
* ↑ Probably Arbuthnot.
* ↑ Gulliver's Travels.
* ↑ Mary Tofts pretended to do this, see p. 213; but being brought up to town, and well watched, the imposture was detected.
* ↑ The dean.
* ↑ In the drapier's letters against Wood's halfpence.
* ↑ Lemuel Gulliver.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Edward Harley to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM EDWARD, EARL OF OXFORD.
THERE has nothing of late given me so much real trouble and uneasiness, as my having so long deferred writing to you, to make my acknowledgments for your most kind letter, and to assure you ​that I took every part of your obliging letter in the manner you would wish me to do: I must say, that amid my grief and concern, it gave me a secret pleasure to find that I was thought of by you; and what was a greater addition, that you still retained the same thoughts and sentiments of my dear father, and that you had not laid aside the design you once entertained of transmitting his name and story to posterity. I did delay writing some time, because I was in great hopes I should have been able to have given you a much more satisfactory account than I am now able to give, notwithstanding the search I have made in answer to your question, "If he had left any memoirs behind him;" I suppose you mean in relation to himself. I have not been able to find any among his papers in town. This, with some other affairs, drew the time into the length it is; but I assure you, if I have the satisfaction to hear from you again (as I hope I shall) I will be more punctual in my returns; for I will allow no body to value and esteem you more than I do.
There is certainly a very great number of materials for a history, a vast collection of letters and other papers, a great deal may be supplied elsewhere; but give me leave to say, that if you do not come into England, nothing can be done; it will not be possible to do any thing to purpose. Without this view, there would be no body more welcome to me than yourself, you should live in your own way, and do just what was most agreeable to you: I have houses enough, you shall take your choice: I must with earnestness repeat it to you again. That I beg you will think of this matter seriously.
​As to what you mention of the picture, I have often heard my father say, That he did design to sit for you, but did not: I shall certainly take care that you shall have a picture, and a good one: pray let me know what size you would have it of: if you design it should fit any particular place, you must send me the exact measure of the place.
Your sister, as you used to call her, is much your servant; she has been at the Bath for some time; she is better than when she went. I suppose you hear sometimes from our friend Mr. Pope: he has taken another voyage into Homer-land, as Gay calls it; I wish he may make an advantageous voyage of it.
I doubt you will say, That since I was so long before I began to write, that now I have begun, I do not know when to end; I will therefore tell you what I am with great truth, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
OXFORD.
I desire your acceptance of a ring, a small remembrance of my father. How shall I send it you?
* ↑ Lady Oxford.
* ↑ Translation of the Odyssey.
# The War with Mexico/Volume 2/Contents

CONTENTS OF VOLUME II
| | | page |
| Maps and Plans in Volume II | Maps and Plans in Volume II | vi |
| Conspectus of Events | Conspectus of Events | xi |
| Pronunciation of Spanish | Pronunciation of Spanish | xiii |
| chapter |||
| XXI. | Behind the Scenes at Mexico | 1 |
| XXII. | Vera Cruz | 17 |
| XXIII. | Cerro Gordo | 37 |
| XXIV. | Puebla | 60 |
| XXV. | On to the Capital | 79 |
| XXVI. | Contreras and Churubusco | 99 |
| XXVII. | Negotiations | 120 |
| XXVIII. | Molino del Rey, Chapultepec and Mexico | 140 |
| XXIX. | Final Military Operations | 165 |
| XXX. | The Naval Operations | 189 |
| XXXI. | The Americans as Conquerors | 210 |
| XXXII. | Peace | 233 |
| XXXIII. | The Finances of the War | 253 |
| XXXIV. | The War in American Politics | 268 |
| XXXV. | The Foreign Relations of the War | 294 |
| XXXVI. | Conclusion | 310 |
| Notes On Volume 2 | Notes On Volume 2 | 327 |
| Appendix (List of Sources) | Appendix (List of Sources) | 517 |
| Index | Index | 563 |
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 4

THE
WORKS
OF THE
REV. JONATHAN SWIFT, D.D.,
DEAN OF ST. PATRICK'S, DUBLIN.
ARRANGED BY THOMAS SHERIDAN, A.M.
WITH
NOTES, HISTORICAL AND CRITICAL.
A NEW EDITION, IN NINETEEN VOLUMES;
CORRECTED AND REVISED
BY JOHN NICHOLS, F.S.A. EDINBURGH AND PERTH,
VOLUME IV.
LONDON:
1801.
CONTENTS
OF THE
FOURTH VOLUME.
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# The Watch in the Wood

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When Death has laid her in his quietude, And dimmed the glow of her benignant star, Her tired limbs shall rest within a wood, In a green glade where oaks and beeches are,
Where the shy fawns, the pretty fawns, the deer, With mild brown eyes shall view her spirit’s husk; The sleeping woman of her will appear, The maiden Dian shining through the dusk.
And, when the stars are white as twilight fails, And the green leaves are hushed, and the winds swoon, The calm pure thrilling throats of nightingales Shall hymn her sleeping beauty to the moon.
All the woods hushed – save for a dripping rose, All the woods dim – save where a glow-worm glows.
Brimming the quiet woods with holiness, The lone brown birds will hymn her till the dawn, The delicate, shy, dappled deer will press Soft pitying muzzles on her swathèd lawn.
The little pretty rabbits running by, Will pause among the dewy grass to peep, Their thudding hearts affrightened to espy The maiden Dian lying there asleep.
Brown, lustrous, placid eyes of sylvan things Will wonder at the quiet in her face, While from the thorny branch the singer brings Beauty and peace to that immortal place.
Until the grey dawn sets the woods astir The pure birds’ thrilling psalm will mourn for her.
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# The Watcher (Hale)

The night was dark and fearful,  The blast swept wailing by; A Watcher, pale and tearful,  Look'd forth with anxious eye; How wistfully she gazes—  No gleam of morn is there! And then her heart upraises  Its agony of prayer!
Within that dwelling lonely,  Where want and darkness reign, Her precious child, her only,  Lay moaning in his pain; And death alone can free him—  She feels that this must be: "But oh! for morn to see him  Smile once again for me!"
A hundred lights are glancing  In yonder mansion fair, And merry feet are dancing—  They heed not morning there. Oh! young and lovely creatures,  One lamp, from out your store, Would give that poor boy's features  To her fond gaze once more.
The morning sun is shining—  She heedeth not its ray; Beside her dead, reclining,  That pale, dead mother lay! A smile her lip was wreathing,  A smile of hope and love, As though she still were breathing—  "There's light for us above!"
# The Watcher by the Threshold

Now there may be two opinions about the excellence of these stories as stories; but it may be confidently asserted that what Mr. Buchan set out to do he has done with a large measure of success. His is not a cheerful intention. Indeed, persons who demand cheerful literature should keep the book far from them; for it is the "back-world of Scotland" he tries to describe, "the land behind the mist and over the seven bens," the land where linger old terrors, which is haunted by ancient cruelties and a paganism so outworn as to be quite reasonably called inhuman. […] However, unlike in plot, vague terror of an unrecognised reality, the survival of an unkindly time, is in them all, to shake our smug content with the triumphs of civilisation, and to stir forgotten depths, from which rise what wars against our comfort. —Extract from a review in The Bookman June 1902.
THE WATCHER BY THE THRESHOLD
JOHN BUCHAN
BY JOHN BUCHAN
* THE WATCHER BY THE THRESHOLD
* PRESTER JOHN
* SALUTE TO ADVENTURERS
* THE BATTLE OF THE SOMME
* GREENMANTLE
* THE POWER-HOUSE
* THE THIRTY-NINE STEPS
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
THE WATCHER BY THE THRESHOLD
BY JOHN BUCHAN
Author of "Greenmantle," "Salute to Adventurers," etc.
NEW YORK
Copyright, 1918, By George H. Doran Company
Printed in the United States of America
TO
STAIR AGNEW GILLON
My dear Stair,
We have travelled so many roads together, highland and lowland, pleasant and dreary, that I ask you to accept this book of travellers' tales. For Scotland is a wide place to travel in for those who believe that it is not bounded strictly by kirk and market-place, and who have an ear for old songs and lost romances. It is of the back-world of Scotland that I write, the land behind the mist and over the seven bens, a place hard of access for the foot-passenger but easy for the maker of stories. Meantime, to you, who have chosen the better part, I wish many bright days by hill and loch in the summers to come.
R. M. S. Briton, at sea J. B.
"Among idle men there be some who tarry in the outer courts, speeding the days joyfully with dance and song. But the other sort dwell near the portals of the House, and are ever anxious and ill at ease that they may see something of the Shadows which come and go. Wherefore night and day they are found watching by the threshold, in fearfulness and joy, not without tears." Extract from the writings of Donisarius of Padua, circa 1310.

### CONTENTS

* chapterpage
* I No-Man's Land 13
* II The Far Islands 100
* III The Watcher by the Threshold 137
* IV The Outgoing of the Tide 204
* V The Rime of True Thomas 238
* VI Basilissa 255
* VII Divus Johnston 286
* VIII The King of Ypres 301
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# Thompson v. United States (103 U.S. 480)

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United States Supreme Court
103 U.S. 480
Thompson v. United States
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Western District of Michigan.
The facts are stated in the
ERROR to the Circuit Court
Mr. H. F. Severens for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. M. J. Smiley, contra.
Mr. JUSTICE BRADLEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Thompson v. United States

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# The Way of a Virgin/The Fool

THE FOOL.
A peasant and his wife had a half-witted son, who pictured himself married an sleeping with his wife. He spoke of this matter to his father.
"Marry me, little father," he said.
Said the little father:
"Wait, my son. You are still too young marry. Thy yard hath not yet reached to thy backside. When it doth reach there, I will marry thee."
The son seized his yard with his two hands, stretched it with all his strength, and inspected it.
"'Tis true," quoth he. "It hath not yet reached to my backside. 'Tis still too soon for me to marry. My yard is yet small. It reacheth not to my backside. I must wait a year or two."
Time passed. The youth had naught to do but lengthen his yard; and he did it so often and so well that not only did his yard reach to his backside, but even passed beyond it.
"I shall have no shame in sleeping with my wife," said he. "I will satisfy her myself. She will have no need to resort to strangers."
"Vain to expect sense on the part of a fool," ​argued the father to himself; and he spake his son, saying:
"Since thy yard is become so great that it passeth beyond thy backside, there is no need for thee to marry. Live single, rest at home, and futter thyself."
Thus the matter ended.
* ↑ Kruptadia: Heibronn, Henninger Frères, 1883: vol. 1, Secret Stories from the Russian, No. 12.
* ↑ Stories of sexual ignorance, amounting in the case of men to veritable imbecility, are numerous in Kruptadia. In Vol. X., Stories of Picardy, we have the tale of a young girl who had been seduced, but had married a half-witted youth, whom she was forced to instruct in the art of love. When they were in bed together, "she showed him how children are made—a business entirely unknown to him. After the explanations had been given in theory, the husband mounted upon his wife, desiring to show that he had learned his lesson well; but the young wife cried out in surprise: "Tis too high! 'Tis too high!' An instant later she was forced to say: "Tis too low! 'Tis too low!' Several other of his efforts having failed, she told her husband that he did but knock at the side of the door. Whereat the latter, aweary of 'Too high' and 'Too low,' exclaimed: 'Since thou knowest the spot so well, put it there thyself!'"
# The Youth's Companion/July 19, 1860/Paying Dearly for Bad Company

Paying Dearly for Bad Company.
Recently, a young man employed upon one of the railroads leading out the city, went into a gambling saloon on Brattle street, and engaged in a game of “props” with a miscellaneous company there assembled. He soon lost all his money, some $24, a portion of which was a twenty dollar bill. As that bill was about to be pocketed by the winner, the young man seized it, and ran from the place with a speed about equal to shat of his favorite engine, and was followed by the crowd of gamblers, who were joined in the street by half a hundred loafers and boys, and one or two policemen, all shouting—“Stop thief! Stop him!” The fugitive was likely to outstrip his pursuers, when a policeman headed him off, and stopped him in the Sudbury street Market. The person from whom the money had been snatched, soon came up, and the young man was so frightened that he at once gave him the bill. When the police learned the particulars of the case, their sympathies were with the prisoner, and they looked after the gambler to make him restore the money, but could not find him. The young man was discharged, no person appearing to make complaint against him. Perhaps this dear lesson will prove a benefit to him.
# The Youth's Companion/July 19, 1860/Prayer

Prayer.
Wake, little child, the morn is gay, The air is fresh and cool; But pause awhile, and kneel to pray, Before you go to merry play, Before you go to school.
Kneel down, and speak the holy words: God loves your simple prayer, Above the sweet songs of the birds, The bleating of the gentle herds, The flowers that scent the air.
And when the quiet evenings come, And dewdrops wet the sod, When bats and owls begin to roam, And flocks and herds are driven home, Then kneel again to God.
Because you need him day and night, To shield you with his arm; To help you always to do right, To feed your soul and give it light, And keep you safe from harm.”