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# How We Beat the Trotter

Oh, he was a handsome trotter, and he couldn't be completer, He had such a splendid action and he trotted to this metre, Such a pace and such a courage, such a record-killing power, That he did his mile in two-fifteen, his twenty in the hour. When he trotted on the Bathurst-road the pace it was a panter, But he broke the poet's rhythm when he broke out in a canter—
As we were remarking the pace was a panter, But just as we liked it he broke in a canter, And rattled along with a motion terrific, And scattered the sparks with a freedom prolific; He tugged at the bit and he jerked at the bridle, We pulled like a demon, the effort was idle, The bit in his teeth and the rein in the crupper, We didn't much care to get home to our supper.
Then we went Like the wind, And our hands They were skinned, And we thought With a dread To go over his head, And we tugged And we strove, Couldn't say That we drove Till we found It had stopped And the gallop was dropped!
Then he dropped into a trot again as steady as a pacer, And we thought we had a dandy that was sure to make a racer, That would rival all the Yankees and was bound to beat the British, Not a bit of vice about him though he was a trifle skittish; Past the buggies and the sulkies on the road we went a-flying, For the pace it was a clinker, and they had no chance of trying, But for fear he'd start a canter we were going to stop his caper When he bolted like a bullet at a flying piece of paper—
Helter skelter, What a pelter! Such a pace to win a welter! Rush, Race, Tear! Flying through the air! Wind a-humming, Fears benumbing, Here's another trap a-coming! Shouts! Bash! Crash! Moses, what a smash!
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# The Beautiful Squatter

First published in The Weekly Register of Politics, Facts and General Literature, 15 March 1845
Where the wandering Barwin delighteth the eye, Befringed with the myal and golden bloom’d gorse, Oh, a beautiful Squatter came galloping by, With a beard on his chin like the tail of his horse; And his locks trained all round to so equal a pitch, That his mother herself, it may truly be said, Had been puzzled in no small degree to find which Was the front, or the back, or the sides of his head.
Beside a small fire, 'neath a fair-spreading tree (A cedar, I think, but perhaps ’twas a gum,) What vision of love did that squatter now see, In the midst of a catch, so to render him dumb? Why, all on the delicate herbage asquat, And smiling to see him so flustered and mute, 'Twas the lovely Miss 'Possum-skin having a chat With the elegant Lady of Lord Bandicoot.
The squatter dismounted—what else could he do? And, meaning her tender affections to win, 'Gan talking of dampers, and blankets quite new, With a warmth that soon ruin’d poor Miss 'Possum-skin; And Lord Bandycoot also, whilst dining that day On a bak’d kangaroo, of the kind that is red, At the very third bite to king Dingo did say— Oh, how heavy I feel all at once in the head!
But, alas, for the belles of the Barwin!—the youth Galloped home, to forget all his promises fair; Whereupon Lady Bandicoot told the whole truth To her lord, and Miss 'Possum-skin raved in despair! And mark the result! Royal Dingo straightway, And his warriors, swore to avenge them in arms! And that beautiful squatter, one beautiful day, Was waddied to death in the bloom of his charms!
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# United States Code/Title 12/Chapter 13

See Title 12, Chapter 13 in the Cornell Law School U.S. Code Collection

### https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/12/1701. Short title.

    This chapter may be cited as the ``National Housing Act´´.
       (June 27, 1934, ch. 847, 48 Stat. 1246.)

### https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/12/1701a. Short title of Amendment of 1938.

    The Act of February 3, 1938, ch. 13, 52 Stat. 8, may be cited as the ``National Housing Act Amendments of 1938´´.

### https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/12/1701b. Short title of Amendment of 1942.

    The Act of May 26, 1942, ch. 319, 56 Stat. 301, may be cited as the ``National Housing Act Amendments of 1942´´.

### Subchapter XI — Voluntary Home Mortgage Credit
## Notes
### Short Title of 1959 Amendment

    Pub. L. 86–372, § 1, Sept. 23, 1959, 73 Stat. 654, provided:
       “That this Act may be cited as the ``Housing Act of 1959´´.”
* ↑ The Act which first enacted sections 1701q, 1715t to 1715w, and 1748–2 of this title, and section 1463 of Title 42, The Public Health and Welfare, amending sections 24, 1464, 1703, 1706c, 1709, 1710, 1713, 1715c to 1715e, 1715h, 1715k–1715m, 1715r, 1717, 1719 to 1721, 1723b, 1731a, 1747, 1748b, 1748g, 1748h–1, 1749, 1749a, 1749c, and 1750jj of this title, sections 461 and 462 of former Title 40, Public Buildings, Property and Works, and sections 1401, 1402, 1410, 1415, 1450, 1451, 1452, 1453, 1455, 1456, 1457, 1460, 1586, 1594a and 1594j of Title 42, repealing section 1715i of this title, and enacting provisions set out as notes under sections 1720 and 1721 of this title and under sections 1456, 1460, 1476 and 1592c of Title 42
# Patronymica Cornu-Britannica/E

E.
EDEVEAIN, EDYVANE, EDYVEAIN, EDYVEAN, EDYFYN. This name may mean the little bottom or valley (izy-vean); or the valley of stones (vyin, vyyn, pl. of maen, a stone); or, as the earliest orthography is said to have been Edyfyn, it would translate "the spring in the valley" (izy-fyn). It would also corrupt from a French form of Edwin.
ELLARY, ELLERY. Perhaps from the manor of Elerky (found Elerchy, in Domesday Elerchi) in Veryan; from elerch-chy, the swan's house. Lower makes Ellery a corruption of Hilary.
ELWIN. From Hallwyn in St. Issey; or the manor of ​Halwyn in Perranzabuloe; from hâl-wyn, the white moor or hill. The name Elwin may however be derived from the old Teutonic name Alwyn (whence Allen), from al-win, mighty conqueror; or from the name Adalwin, from adal-win, the noble conqueror.
ENDEAN, INDEAN. From head-dean, an old man; or perhaps rather from heân-din, the old fortified hill. Pryce translates the local name Tregandean, the men's dwelling (dên, the men).
ENNES, ENNIS, ENNYS, ENYS. From as estate in Cornwall still possessed by the family, to whom it belonged temp. Edw. III. (Lower.) From ennis, ynes, ynez, an island, peninsula. Hence perhaps sometimes Ince and Inch.
ERISEY, ERISY, anc. written ERISIE. From the manor and barton of Erisey in Grade, or the barton of Erisey or Herisey in Ruan Major. The name Erisey. says D. Gilbert, has been extinct about a century. Pryce translates Erisey, the dry acre; Parc Erisey, the dry field. In another place he renders Park Erissie, Parc-Erisy, the corn field, or dry acre on the bottom. Eri, erw, is a field, acre; and seyh is dry.
EUREN. From voren, strange, foreign; also a knave, scoundrel, jade.
EVA. From the parish of St. Ewe, var. Hewa, Hevh, and Eva, in Powdre hundred, named from St. Eva, the fem. of St. Ivo or Ivonis, i. e. St. John (the Baptist); from the Greek Ιωαννης.
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# Brazilian tales

Introduction, notes and text translation by Isaac Goldberg.
BRAZILIAN TALES
TRANSLATED FROM THE PORTUGUESE WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
ISAAC GOLDBERG Author of "Studies in Spanish-American Literature," etc.
Boston The Four Seas Company 1921
Copyright, 1921, by The Four Seas Company
Boston, Mass., U. S. A. The Four Seas Press
CONTENTS
TO J. D. M. FORD SMITH PROFESSOR OF THE FRENCH AND SPANISH LANGUAGES, HARVARD UNIVERSITY
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# Heliogabalus (A Buffoonery in Three Acts)

HELIOGABALUS
OF THIS BOOK TWO THOUSAND COPIES HAVE BEEN PRINTED FROM TYPE AND THE TYPE DISTRIBUTED.
THIS IS NUMBER 47
HELIOGABALUS
A BUFFOONERY IN THREE ACTS
by H. L. Mencken and George Jean Nathan
NEW YORKALFRED • A • KNOPFMCMXX
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY
H. L. MENCKEN and GEORGE JEAN NATHAN
All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian.
In its present form this play is dedicated to the reading public only, and no performances of it may be given without the permission of the authors who may be addressed in care of the publisher. Any piracy or infringement will be prosecuted in accordance with the penalties provided by the United States Statutes:—
Sec. 4966.—Any person publicly performing or representing any dramatic or musical composition, for which copyright has been obtained, without the consent of the proprietor of the said dramatic or musical composition, or his heirs or assigns, shall be liable for damages therefor, such damages in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not less than one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars for every subsequent performance, as to the Court shall appear to be just. If the unlawful performance and representation be wilful and for profit, such person or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon conviction be imprisoned for a period not exceeding one year.—U. S. Revised Statutes, Title 60, Chap. 3.
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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
| VARIUS AVITUS BASSIANUS HELIOGABALUS: | Emperor of Rome. |
| PAULA: | His senior wife. |
| $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ ANNIA FAUSTINA: CAELESTIS: AQUILIA SEVERA: ALINIA: DACIA: | Junior wives. |
| LUCIA THE GALATIAN: | A Christian maiden. |
| SIMON OF CAPPADOCIA: | A Christian clergyman. |
| CAIUS MACRINUS: | Commander of the Western fleet. |
| POLORUS: | A physician. |
| PISO: | A physician. |
| RUFINIUS: | Major-domo to HELIOGABALUS. |
| HECATUS: | A Greek. |
| CORNELIA METELLI: | A public woman. |
| LUCIUS MACEDONICUS: | A pickpocket. |
Army Officers, Imperial Guards, Additional Wives of the Emperor, Dancing Girls, Slaves, etc.
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# Brazilian Short Stories

No. 733 in the Little Blue Books. "The translations are by a woman friend of Lobato's, resident in Brazil." Contains "Um suplício moderno", "O engraçado arrependido" and "O comprador de fazendas" from Urupês
LITTLE BLUE BOOK NO. 733 Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius
Brazilian Short Stories Monteiro Lobato With an Introduction by Isaac Goldberg
HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY GIRARD, KANSAS
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Copyright, Haldeman-Julius Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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BRAZILIAN SHORT STORIES
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CONTENTS
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# Jessy, the flower o' Dunblane

Jessy, the Flower o’ Dunblane,
JACK MUNRO,
AND
THE MAID IN BEDLAM.
EDINBURGH: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1817.
* Jessy, the Flower o' Dunblane
* Jack Munro
* The Maid in Bedlam
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# Jessy, the flower o' Dunblane/Jessy, the Flower o' Dunblane

THE FLOWER O’ DUMBLANE.
The sun had gane down oer the lofty Benlomund And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene, While lanely l stray’d in a calm simmer gloamin To muse on sweet Jessy the flow’r o' Dumblane. How sweet is the brier wi’ its saft faulding blossom And sweet is the birk wi’ its mantle o’ green; Yet sweeter and fairer, an’ dear to this bosom Is lovely young Jessy the flow’r of Dumblane.
She’s modest as ony, and blythe as she’s bonny, For guileles simplicity marks her its ain; An’ far be the villain divested o’ feeling, Wha’d blight in its bloom the sweet flower Dumblane. Sing on thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e’ening, Thour’t dear to the echoes of Calderwood glen; Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning Is charming young Jessy the flower o’ Dumblane.
How lost were my days till I met wi’ my Jessie The sports of the city were foolish and vain, ​ne'er saw a nymph I could ca' my dear lassie, Till charm'd wi‘ sweet Jessie the flower o' Dumblane. ho'mine were the station o'loftiest grandeur, ‘Midst its profusion I‘d languish in vain, n' reckon as naething the height o'its splendour If wanting sweet Jessy the flower o‘Dumblane.
# Jessy, the flower o' Dunblane/Jack Munro

JACK MUNRO.
Chatham town their liv'd a worthy merchantman, He had an only daughter as you shall understand This lady she was courted by many a noble knight, But there was none but Jack the Sailor could gain her hearts delight. Could gain, &c.
Her waiting maid standing by, unto her father went, And told to him the secret, his daughter’s whole [intent He called on his daughter with pride disdain Lying, good morrow Mrs Frazer, this was her true love’s name.
T'is the news, my daughter, that 1 have heard of thee, Young Jack he shall be pressed and you confin[ed be; ​It’s here is my body, you may it then confine, But there is none but Jack the Sailor can gain this heart of mine.
It’s here is twenty guineas I give to thee, If that you'll press young Jack to the wars of Germany.
As Jack he‘s gone on board he'l never more return, I’ll wed at your disposal if you will et me free,
It’s now she's set at liberty, dress’d up in mansion array, Looking for an officer to carry her away;
Jack he‘s now on board with a sore and troubled mind, For the leaving of his country and darling close confin'd
Your name we must have Sir, before on board you go, Then you shall have quickly, it is Jack Munro,
This lady’s gone on board with a troubled mind: To laud in French Flanders it was her wish'd design.
Now she's landed over reviewed for to be, Standing in the ranks her own true love did see. She stepped up unto him and thus to him did say, By your features an Englishman you be, ​If that you be willing whatever may betide, I'll be your loyal comrade, and lie down by your side. The drums did beat and trumpets did sound, Unto the field of battle they were all called along
They fought on with valour, they fought couragiously, Until two officers and a private by her did lie; The officers took notice and unto her did say, For the valour you have shewn preferred you shall be.
A majors commission on you we will bestow. And you may push your fortune brave Jack Munro, Looking through the wounded men, her own true love did see, She says my loving com’rade they have preferred me.
A major‘s commission unto me they will bestow The doctor that can cure you, shall be paid by Munro, She called for a minister & bade them step aside And would call them up again when she woo'd her bride.
It's I’ll not be groom, but groom's man I‘ll be, For I never will be married till my Molly I do see He stripped down her snow white breasts some private mark to shew, ​Saying Jack won't you marry me dear Jack don't you know
The drums did beat and the trumpets did sound, And home to old England they were all call'd along, It's now they're landed over, the people all went to see, Saying yonder comes the heroes from the wars of Germany
As they walked up the streets her father she did know, Saying, good old merchant will you list with Munro. It's out bespoke her mother I had a daughter gay, There's not a feature in her face but resembles
It's now they are got married and she lies by his side, The officers and privates begrudge Jack of his bride, When the Queen she heard of this she laughed heartily, Saying here is 50 guineas I'll give to this lady.
# Jack Munro

Traditional Scottish song. Also known as Jack Munroe.
* "Jack Munroe" in Three Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Jack Munro" in Jessy, the flower o' Dunblane, etc. (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# Bruce's Address (chapbook)

Bruce's Address; THE DEIL CAM FIDDLING. The Flower o' Dumblain. The Exile of Erin. Blithe was She. Tom Bowling.
GLASGOW: Published, and Sold Wholesale and Retail, by R. Hutchison, 10. Saltmarket,
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# The Lonesomest Doll (1928)

by Abbie Farwell Brown
Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
Boston & New York Houghton Mifflin C$^o$
Copyright, 1901, by Abbie Farwell Brown
Copyright, 1928, by Houghton Mifflin Company
All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or parts thereof in any form
The Riverside Press
Cambridge • Massachusetts
Printed in the U.S.A.
CONTENTS
| I. | Mignon | 1 |
| II. | Nichette | 5 |
| III. | In the Garden | 10 |
| IV. | The Bunch of Keys | 16 |
| V. | In the Queen’s Palace | 20 |
| VI. | The Treasure Closet | 25 |
| VII. | Clotilde, the Queen | 30 |
| VIII. | The Toy-Room | 37 |
| IX. | Mother Marie | 43 |
| X. | The Plot | 47 |
| XI. | The Good-Night Kiss | 51 |
| XII. | The Robbers | 56 |
| XIII. | The Stolen Queen | 62 |
| XIV. | How Mignon Saved the Queen | 66 |
| XV. | The Return Home | 70 |
| XVI. | And They Lived Happily Ever After | 76 |
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# The Pope's knavery, or, Old Nick's invention (1)/Sweet Alison

Sweet Alison.
Come all you honest lovers, and listen to my thame, For I love a pretty girl, sweet Alison by name,
Whoe’er knors this lovely creature, surely they will be as I, They will love her, they will love her, else they deserve to die.
For she’s such a loving creature, that my heart she's ta’en from me, Tho’ I thought I’d been posses’d o’t, as firm's most men could be.
She’s not the first maid I have seen, altho' I love her best. But she’s mere blythness in her face, than any of the rest.
Ihe first time that I near her was, she on me cast a smile; And whether it was my love or not, she did my heart beguile.
​For her eyes they're so enflaming, that many they're like to burn, But if she'd grant her hand to me, we’d leave the rest to mourn
Her smiles new life gives to my heart, her frowns ⟨are⟩ like to kill O if the may uot be my love, from my heart keep her still.
For happy thrice that youth must be, who folds her in his arms, Who access has and freedom too, to enjoy all her charms.
O had I her into my arms, how happy would I be? If this I get, I'll dance and sing, and love my sweet Alie.
# The Pope's knavery, or, Old Nick's invention (1)/The Maid in Bedlam

The Maid in Bedlam.
One morning very early, one morning in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam, who mournfully did sing, Her chains she rattled in her hands, while sweetly thus sung she, I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
Oh! cruel were his parents, who sent my love to sea, ​And cruel, cruel was the ship, that bore my love from me. Yet I love his parents since they're his although they’ve ruin’d me:
And I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
O should it please the pitying powers, to call me to the sky, I’d claim a guardian angel’s charge, around my love to fly, To ⟨guard⟩ him from all dangers, how happy should I be! For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
⟨I'll⟩ make a strawy garlands I’ll make it wondrous fine, With roses, lillies, daises, I'll mix the eglantine; And I’ll present it to my love, when he returns from sea, For ⟨I⟩ love my love, because I know my love loves me.
O! if I was a little bird to build upon his breast, Or if I was a nightingale, to sing my love to rest; To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward shou'd be, For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
# Poetical pieces on various subjects/The Miser, in miniature

THE MISER.
I
THE Miser may in anguish rave, and say I soon must die; My goods, my wealth, I soon must leave For time does quickly fly.
II
But ah! the world still has his heart, and will not let it go; He will not give the poor a part to soften human woe.
III
Or, if a penny he gives one, his mind feels that a cross; Alas! he cries, my money's gone, and what makes up my loss.
IV
He ne'er considers, that on high, there is a great reward ​For those who hear the poor man's cry, and who his wants regard.
V
He rather will his neighbour taunt, than aid, when in distress; Nay, ay the more he is in want, he feels for him the less
VI
Or, if he lends him to relieve, out of his golden cask, His heart cries, while his hand does give, this is an irksome task
VII
Altho the widow sore complain, and hungry orphans cry, His mind is never touch'd with pain, his feelings dormant lie
VIII
Within his heart he thus does boast, the poor I do disdain, What e'er I give to them is lost, to keep from them is gain
IX
His golden bags he holds them fast, they are his idols still; ​He cannot quit them till the last; and then against his will
X
From fancied ills, himself to save, he fondly does them clasp; The nearer he draws to the grave, more eager is his grasp
XI
'Tis only when death points his dart, and strikes the fatal blow, The miser with his wealth can part; he then must let it go
XII
But, O! what sorrows him surround, when parting with the store, That heart then feels a painful wound which ne'er felt for the poor.
# Poetical pieces on various subjects/Reflections on the death of a Profligate

Reflections on the death of a PROFLIGATE
I
Now shrinks my soul, I hear a doleful moan, Enough to melt an heart tho' hard as stone: The sound proceedeth from a mansion nigh, The Master thereof is about to die
II
I view him on affliction's bed confin'd, Pain'd in his body, troubled in his mind, Sad sight indeed! for human eyes to see, He seems in torments tho' on earth he be
III
Extreme his grief! deplorable his stale! Much he repines and murmurs against fate; Can common ills, or any bod'ly pain, Ere make a living man thus to complain.
IV
Ah! surely no, it is the gall within, The bitter effect of a life of sin, Which makes him now to cry when death does stare In all the ravings of a wild despair
V
⟨So⟩ profligate he was, and habits ill ⟨Had⟩ long contracted with assiduous skill. ⟨The⟩ door of vice he could not think to pass; ⟨It⟩ cheer'd him much to see the drunkard's glass
VI
⟨He⟩ hugg'd the world, and in it he did trust, ⟨He⟩ scarce would spend, but to obtain some lust; ⟨His⟩ unrepented crimes now makes him shrink, ⟨He⟩ dreads the awful cup he soon must drink
VII
⟨Tho'⟩ to God's law he sometimes paid pretence, Yet still his chiefest deity was sense. When vice display'd her banner, fools to draw, ⟨His⟩ heart did leap when he the signal saw
VIII
⟨Base⟩ were the passions that did thus enslave, ⟨They⟩ broke his health, and digg'd for him a grave, ⟨His⟩ chief delight was in the harlot's bower; ⟨But⟩ vain's the pleasures of a short-liv'd hour.
IX
⟨Behold⟩ him now upon the verge of death, With great reluctance parting with his breath; He longs for life; but far it from him flies; He bows his head, and by compulsion dies
X
O! may each mortal who reflects on this, Shun ev'ry crime, and seek for future bliss, For oft the death of wicked men does shew Awful presages of eternal woe
XI
But tho' we see the dupes of sin and sense, Distracted much when God doth call them hence, Let this great truth the righteous still solace, "The latter end of the good man is peace,"
# Poetical pieces on various subjects/A Simile

A SIMILE.
The crazy vessel in the flood, That hath great billows oft withstood, In past revolved years; Now worn sore out with leaks and chinks, Each wave that beats she deeper sinks: At last she disappears. So human frames when days begin, grow stout by nature's cup; Cut when old age sets winter in, they soon are swallow'd up.
FINIS.