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# 1922 Encyclopædia Britannica/Plener, Ernst, Freiherr von

See also Ernst von Plener on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
PLENER, ERNST, Freiherr von (1841-), Austrian statesman, was born on Oct. 18 1841 at Eger in Bohemia, the son of the excellent Austrian statesman Ignaz von Plener (1810-1908). He began his diplomatic career in 1865, and served in the Paris and London embassies until 1873. In the latter year he was elected by the Chamber of Commerce of his native place to the Chamber of Deputies of the Reichsrat, where he was soon reckoned among the most conspicuous members of the Constitutional party. In the Taaffe period (1879-93) he was one of the leaders, and from 1888 the acknowledged head of the German-Liberals in their struggles against the Slav-Conservative majority in the Chamber. Consequently he represented Germanism on the nationalities question, but was not averse to concessions compatible with the maintenance throughout the whole monarchy of the position due to the German Austrians. He sought to compromise the quarrel between Germans and Czechs, and the so-called “points” of 1890, a summary of the bases for a German-Czech understanding, were essentially his work. In the Windischgrätz Coalition Ministry (1893-95), Plener took over the portfolio of Finance. Soon after his retirement from the Finance Ministry, Plener was appointed president of the Supreme Audit Department (Oberste Rechnungshof). He became a member of the Upper House in 1900.
Plener wrote a series of economic and political works, among others Die Englische Fabriksgesetzgebung (1871); Englische Baugenossenschaften (1873). His speeches were published by his friends in 1911. He himself published Erinnerungen (3 vols., 1911-21).
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# New York Tribune/1866/The $9,000 Jewelry Robbery

Charles Frederick Lindauer and Louis Julius Lindauer in the New York Tribune on January 25, 1866.
The $9,000 Jewelry Robbery. The examination in the case of Charles and Lewis Lindauer, of New-York, on the charge of being implicated in the robbery of $9,000 worth of jewelry from the manufactory of Baldwin & Co., of Newark, was concluded before Justice Sanford yesterday. The Justice considered the evidence sufficiently conclusive to warrant the holding of the parties for the action of the Grand Jury, and therefore committed them in default of bail.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Wallace's Lament

WALLACE'S LAMENT.
# New York Tribune

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# The Book of Scottish Song/Wallace's Lament

Wallace's Lament.
[Written by Tannahill, to the tune of "Maids of Arrochar."]
Thou dark winding Carron once pleasing to see, To me thou can'st never give pleasure again, My brave Caledonians lie low on the lea, And thy streams are deep ting'd with the blood of the slain. 'Twas base-hearted treach'ry that doom'd our undoing,— My poor bleeding country, what more can I do? Even valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin, And freedom beholds her best warriors laid low.
Farewell, ye dear partners of peril farewell! Tho' buried ye lie in one wide bloody grave, Your deeds shall ennoble the place where ye fell, And your names be enroll'd with the sons of the brave. But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander, Perhaps, like a traitor, ignobly must die! On thy wrongs, O my country! indignant I ponder.— Ah! wo to the hour when thy Wallace must fly!
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Bonny wood of Craigie lea

BONNY WOOD OF CRAIGIE LEA.
# The Drunken Exciseman (1)/Langsyne Beside the Woodland Burn

LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Langsyne beside the Woodland Burn

LANGSYNE BESIDE THE WOODLAND BURN.
# Langsyne Beside the Woodland Burn

* "Langsyne Beside the Woodland Burn", in The Drunken Exciseman (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Langsyne beside the Woodland Burn" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Langsyne, beside", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Book of Scottish Song/Langsyne, beside

Langsyne, beside.
[Written by Tannahill.—Set to music by R. A. Smith.]
Langsyne, beside the woodland burn, Amang the broom sae yellow, I lean'd me 'neath the milkwhite thorn, On nature's mossy pillow; A' 'round my seat the flowers were strew'd, That frae the wildwood I had pu'd, To weave mysel' a simmer snood, To pleasure my dear fellow.
I twined the woodbine round the rose, Its richer hues to mellow, Green sprigs of fragrant birk I chose, To busk the sedge sae yellow. The craw-flower blue, and meadow-pink, I wove in primrose-braided link, But little, little did I think, I should have wove the willow.
My bonnie lad was forced afar, Toss'd on the raging billow, Perhaps he's fa'n in bluidy war, Or wreck'd on rocky shallow; Yet aye I hope for his return, As round our wonted haunts I mourn, And aften by the woodland burn, I pu' the weeping willow.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Molly my dear

MOLLY, MY DEAR.
# The Author of "Trixie"

THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
* What this story is about
* "Everyone has, at least, one novel in him," and Archdeacon Roach puts this theory to the test.
* He writes what proves to be a "best seller"; but cannot reveal his authorship and, at the same time, preserve his Archidiaconal dignity.
* Bisham Dunkle, a poet, accepts responsibility for the book; but demands not only the Archdeacon's consent to his marriage to his daughter Chloe; but a settlement of seven hundred pounds a year, and all the royalties the book earns.
* The Archdeacon loathes Dunkle; but surrenders, and the pseudo-author enjoys his success and popularity until his publisher and public commence pressing for another book.
THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
BY WILLIAM CAINE
HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED 3 YORK STREET ST. JAMES'S LONDON S.W.1 ☙ ☙ MCMXXIV
Printed in Great Britain by Wyman & Sons Ltd., London, Reading and Fakenham
to Edward Fulton Walker
​The people in this story are all purely imaginary, with the exception of one of the members of the Committee of Authors, who is intended to be a caricature of myself.
William Caine.
THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
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# Are Ye Sleepin', Maggie

Air, "Sleepy Maggie."
* "O are ye sleeping, Maggie" in Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie", in Mary of Glenkilloch (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "O, Are Ye Sleepin', Maggie" in The Pocket Songster (1823), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Sleeping Maggie" in Ellen More (1824), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Sleepin' Maggy" in Young Lochinvar (1828), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "O are ye Sleepin' Maggie" in New minstrel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Sleeping Maggie" in The Sentimental Songster (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Sleeping Maggie" in Seraphim (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "O are ye Sleepin' Maggie" in The Singers' Companion (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "O, are ye sleeping, Maggie" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Sleepin' Maggy" in Young Lochinvar (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "O are ye sleeping, Maggie" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Ellen More

ELLEN MORE.
# Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)

The songs in this work appear in a different order to that given on the title page.
ELLEN MORE;
To which is added,
Sir William Wallace,
A red, red Rose.
Sleeping Maggie.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen.
EDINBURGH: Printed for the Booksellers
1824
* Ellen More
* Sir William Wallace
* A red, red rose
* I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen
* Sleeping Maggie
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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# Ellen More

* "Ellen More", in Ellen More (1824), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Ellen More" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/Ellen More

ELLEN MORE.
THE Sun had kiss'd green Erin's waves, The dark blue mountains tower'd between, Mild evening's dew's refresh'd the leaves, The meon unclouded rose rerene; When Ellen wander'd ⟨forth,⟩ unseen, All lone her sorrows to deplore, False was her lover, false her friend, And false was hope to Ellen More.
Young Henry was fair Ellen's love, Young Emma to his heart was dear, No weal or woe did Ellen prove, But Emma ever seem'd to share; Yet, envious, still she spread the wile, That sullied Ellen's virtue o'er, Her faithful Henry spurn'd the while His fair, his faithful Ellen More.
She wander'd down Loch-Mary side, Where oft at evening hour she stole, To meet her love with secret pride, Now deepest anguish wrang her soul. O'ercome with grief she sought the steep Were Yarrow falls with sullen roar, O pity veil thy eyes aud weep. A bleeding corpse lies Ellen More.
​The sun way shine on Yarrow braes, And woo the mountain flow'rs to bloom, But never can his golden ⟨rays⟩, Awake the flower in yonder tomb. There oft young Henry strays forlorn, When moonlight glides the abbey tower, There oft from eve'tid breezy morn, He weeps his faithful Ellen More.
# Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/Sir William Wallace

WILLIAM WALLACE.
O for my ain King, quo' Wallace, The rightfu' King of fair Scotland! Between me and my sovereign's blude, I think I see some ill seed sawn.
Wallace out owre yon river he lap And he has lighted low down on yon plain, And he was aware of a gay ladie, As she was at the well washin'.
What tydins, what tydins, fair ladie, he says, What tydins hast thou to tell unto me: What tydins, what tydins, fair ladie, he says, What tydins hae ye in the south countrie
​Low down in yon wee ostler house, There is fyfteen Englishmen, And they are seekin for gude Wallace, It's him to take, and him to hang.
There's nocht in my purse quo' gude Wallace, There's nocht, not even a bare pennie, But I will down to you wee ostler bouse Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.
And when he cam to yon wee ostler house He bad benedicite be these; He knelt, and on his bended knee Their bounty kind he begg'd to share.
Where was ye born? auld crookit carle? Where was ye born, in what countrie? Ham a true Scot born and bred, And an auld crookit carle just sic as ye see.
I wad gie fyfteen shillings to onie crookit carle, To onie crookit carle, just sic as ye, If ye will get me gude Wallace, For he is the man I was very fain see.
He hit the proud ⟨captain⟩ alang the chaft blade, ⟨That never⟩ a D(illegible text) o' meal he ⟨ate⟩ mair, ​And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat And he left them a' lying sprawlin there.
Get up, get up, gudewife, he says, And get to me some dinner in haste; For it will soon be three lang days Sin' I a bit o' meal did taste.
The dinner wasna weel readie, Nor was it on the table set, Till other fyfteen Englishmen, Were a' lighted about the yett.
Come out, come out, now gude Wallace, This is the day that thou maun die; I lippen nae sae little to God, he says, Although I be but ill wordie.
The gudewife had au auld gudeman, By gude Wallace he stiffy stood, Till ten o' the fyfteen Englishmen, Before the door lay in their blude.
# Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen

I gaed a waefu' Gate Yestreen.
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een; Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.
'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wet wi' dew, Her heaving-bosom lily white, I was her een sae bonnie blue.
​She talk'd, she smiled, my heart she wil’d, She charted my soul I watha how; An' aye the stound the deadly wound, Cam frae her een she bonnie blue.
But spare I’ll speak, an' spare I’ll speed, She’ll aiblins listen to my vow; Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonnie blue.
# Ellen More (1824, Edinburgh)/Sleeping Maggie

SLEEPING MAGGIE.
Mirk an' rainy is the night, No a starn in a the carry, Lightnings gleam athwart the litt, And winds drive wi' winter’s fury.
O are ye sleeping Maggy O are ye ⟨sleeping⟩ Maggy? Let me in, for loud the linn, Is roaring o’er the warlock craigie.
Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank. The rifted wood roars wild and dreary, Loud the iron yett does clank, And cry o’ howlets maks me eerie. O are ye sleeping &c.
​Aboon my breath I daurna speak, For fear I rouse your waukrife daddy, Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek, Rise, O rise my bonnie lady. O are ye sleeping, &c.
She’s opt the door, she's let me in, He cuist aside his dreepin plaidie, 'Blaw your warst ye rain and win’, Since Maggie, now I’m in beside you. Now I’m in beside you, &c.
FINIS
# Te Tohunga/The Fight of Night and Day

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Maui is the hero of the Maori people: he is the God of the Sun. He is Maui-roto, the Night-sun, the hero of the Lower World; and he is Maui-waho, the Day-sun, the hero of the light.
Maui-roto, living in the Lower World, created the Earth, which has, like the Sun, a body of granite; and Maui-waho then nourishes her with his blood, which he streams down upon her as the red Evening-glow. This Evening-glow, covering the earth, does not die away with the Sun, but it cools and forms a new layer upon Earth, and thus, with layer upon layer of Evening-glows, he nourishes his child. It is upon the mountain Tongariro that this radiance lives most brilliant and long, and that is the reason why Tongariro became the possessor of the highest Tapu, the sacred mountain of the Maori people.
Hine-nui-te-po is the Goddess of Night, and the whole world is her pataka (storehouse). She has commanded her slaves that, when a man came, crawling with his head forward, they should let him go into her pataka and not kill him, for he would be an atua and of great tapu; but should they perceive a man standing upright in his canoe, they should take him and put him to death.
Now a man came—it was Maui-potiki (Maui the infant), the Morning Sun; and be came crawling into the world, the pataka of Hine-nui-te-po. Head foremost he came, and, therefore, the slaves, seeing that he was an atua, let him into the world unmolested. But Maui-potiki ascends and ascends up to the very high, of the mid-day, and in his canoe be commences his descent. Lower and lower he went, standing upright in his canoe, and was at last seen by the slaves of Hine-nui-te-po. Out of Maui-potiki, the Morning Sun, has grown Maui-mua, the Evening Sun, and he now is captured by the slaves and pressed to death by Hine-nui-te-po.
The night swallows the evening.
But Maui-potiki, as Morning Sun takes revenge, for he steals off the sacred fire of his ancestress Mahuika; he returns to the world and puts fire to Hine-nui-te-po.
The night is burnt to death by the dawn of the morning,
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Coggie thou heals me

COGGIE, THOU HEALS ME.
# Te Tohunga/Mahuika

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MAHUIKA
Gods and the heroes of the Maori people are personifications of Nature and her elemental powers: through the forms and doings of these gods and heroes alone could they understand Nature—night and light, cloud and lightning, sun and ocean.
The personalities and deeds of these heroes were human translations of the unfathomable workings of Nature and the character of the elements: the winter became the mother of the summer, but the winter has to devour his child again; the night kills the evening, but the morning kills the night through its fire. The moon is slowly eaten by her enemies, and must descend to the dead that she may be born anew out of the world of death; the gods of the lower world devour the dead that they may be cleaned and come to life again in the Reinga. The sun alone is wandering daily through the heavens, and nightly through the world of darkness, with never diminished brilliancy; and this phantasy gave birth to the Sun-god Maui, the great hero of the Maori people.
Taranga, the goddess of the Night-sun, is his mother, but Tama-nui-ki-te-Rangi, Great Son of Heaven, lifts him as a child, Maui-potiki, out of the ocean upon which he is swimming, and rears him into manhood. With him Maui learns to use his great wisdom, given to him by the sea—his Sun-wisdom. He learns how to assume the form of birds, to throw spears, to cast fishing lines, for birds, spears, fishing-lines, are the wisdom of the sun-rays.
Grown into manhood, and in full possession of his Sun-wisdom, he wanders forth to find his brothers, the heroes of the Ascending Sun, the Sun at midday, the evening Sun, and his mother, the Night-Sun.
His mother recognises him as her son whom she had given birth, and had thrown into the sea, and she takes him into her house; through cunning he follows his mother—who only lives with her children during the night—as pigeon; bird—sunrays, through the caves of the lower world to Hawaiki. Here he throws his berries (sunrays) upon his father and
​the people and is again recognised by his mother and received with songs of welcome by her and with incantations by his father to make him all-powerful, in the world into which he has now entered as the first Sun-rise.
But after a time he extinguishes all the fires of the world, and enters the Lower World to steal new fire from his ancestress Mahuika.
Mahuika is the mother of the fire, and her children, living in her fingers are the first rays of light which shoot over the sky in the mornings. In order to ask for one of her fingers he visits Mahuika, but be deceives her, and she, to punish him, sets fire to the world. Out of this fire—the second Sunrise—emerges the flying Maui, flying as sun-eagle over the heavens, and hurling himself at last into the ocean.
That was the first sunset.
# My Mary

* "My Mary" in Cream of Tannahill's Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "My Mary", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Book of Scottish Song/My Mary

My Mary.
[Robt. Tannnahill.— Air, "Invercauld's Reel."]
My Mary is a bonnie lassie, Sweet as the dewy morn, When Fancy tunes her rural reed, Beside the upland thorn. She lives ahint yon sunny knowe,
Where flow'rs in wild profusion grow,
Where spreading birks and hazels throw
Their shadows o'er the burn.
'Tis no the streamlet-skirted wood, Wi' a' its leafy bow'rs, That gars me wait in solitude Among the wild-sprung flow'rs; But aft I cast a langing e'e, Down frae the bank out-owre the lea, There haply I my lass may see, As through the broom she scours.
Yestreen I met my bonnie lassie Coming frae the town, We raptur'd sunk in ither's arms And prest the breckans down; The pairtrick sung his e'ening note, The rye-craik rispt his clam'rous throat, While there the heav'nly vow I got, That erl'd her my own.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Kitty Tyrell

KITTY TYRELL.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/Mine ain dear somebody

MINE AIN DEAR SOMEBODY.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/My heart is sair wi' heavy care

MY HEART IS SAIR WI' HEAVY CARE.
# Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/The Lassie o' Merry Eighteen

THE LASSIE O' MERRY EIGHTEEN
# Imam Khamenei’s message following the martyrdom of the great Mujahid Mr. Ismail Haniyeh

In the Name of God, the Beneficent, the Merciful
"Indeed we belong to Allah and to Him do we indeed return" [Quran 2:156].
Dear Iranian nation!
The brave leader and prominent Palestinian mujahid, Mr. Ismail Haniyeh, joined his Creator in the early hours at dawn, and the great Resistance Front is mourning his loss. The criminal, terrorist Zionist regime martyred our dear guest in our territory and has caused our grief, but it has also prepared the ground for a severe punishment.
Martyr Haniyeh was willing to sacrifice his honorable life in this dignified battle for many years. He was prepared for martyrdom and had sacrificed his children and loved ones on this path. He was not afraid of being martyred on the path of God and in order to save the lives of God’s servants. However, following this bitter, tragic event which has taken place within the borders of the Islamic Republic, we believe it is our duty to take revenge.
I offer my condolences to the Islamic Ummah, the Resistance Front, the courageous, proud people of Palestine, and in particular to the family and loved ones of Martyr Haniyeh and of one of his companions who was martyred beside him. May Almighty God elevate their ranks.
Sayyid Ali Khamenei Mordad 10, 1403
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# The Herald-News/1954/John H. Lindauer

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John Howard Lindauer I (1904-1954) in The Herald-News on June 2, 1954.
John H. Lindauer.
John H. Lindauer, 49, formerly of Bloomfield, died Saturday in the Desert Mission Hospital, Phoenix, Arizona. He was a radio and television engineer and was employed at the Harrison plant of Radio Corporation of America until transferred by the firm in 1948 to Indianapolis. Mr. Lindauer is survived by his wife, the former Louise Platts, of Rutherford; two sons, John and Thayer; a daughter, Ruth Elizabeth, all of Indianapolis; his mother, Mrs. O. A. Lindauer, of Cincinnati; two sister, Mrs. Natalie Richardson and Mrs. Florence Cull, both of Nutley, and a brother, Charles F. Lindauer, of Clifton.
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