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# Compendium Maleficarum/Dedication

To
the Most Illustrious and Right Reverend
Lord Orazio Maffei
Cardinal of the Holy Roman Church and ever vigilant Protector of the Order of S. Ambrose
Fra Francesco Maria Guazzo
A humble brother of the same order
giveth greeting
O most vigilant Prelate, three years ago when I was attending the Court of His Serene Highness the Duke of Cleves and Jülich (who was vexed and bound by many spells of witchcraft), I put together and composed this book which I have called “Compendium Maleficarum” and I have, moreover, filled it with various and most ample examples, with the sole purpose that men, considering the cunning of witches, might study to live piously and devoutly in the Lord. And although it may provoke the idle jests of the censorious (for what is more difficult than to satisfy every palate?), yet I conceive that it will be of some avail to those who would escape the mortal venom of sorcerers. When I had, then, determined to print it, I began to look for a Patron under whose auspices it might be more securely brought to the light. Then, O most illustrious and Most Reverend Protector, whom no one has excelled in genius, gifts of mind and body and countless graces, did you stand out in my mind as one who has given public proof that your most eminent courage is joined to a like degree of learning, a Patron who, far from despising a humble writer, would rather extend to him your greatest favour and more than ordinary kindness. Having these considerations in my mind, therefore, I was assured that you were pre-eminently suited to act the part of a Maecenas towards such as devoted themselves to the ​furtherance of sound doctrine, among whom I count myself the humblest: and I determined to light this new-born work upon its way with the torch of your most Famous Name; and although you are worthy of a far nobler work, I venture to dedicate to you this little book which has not been compiled without some labour. And if (as is my hope) you will accept it wholly and generously with that fair candour which is yours, it may assuredly be expected that those carping critics, who will tolerate nothing that does not savour of perfect genius and unremitting industry, will turn a blind eye to its faults. Farewell: and may Guazzo be written among those who are whole-heartedly attached to you.
Milan, May, 1608.
# Compendium Maleficarum/Preface to the Reader

Preface
to the Reader
Among the countless blessings which the Divine mercy daily confers upon the whole human race, and especially upon His faithful, I esteem this to be the most particular: the power to discover the malice and wickedness of our enemies, both visible and invisible. So that, recognising their cunning, we may counteract their stumbling-blocks and temptations. And since (Ps. lxxiii) the pride of them that hate God is daily increased and ever grows, and the venomous Enemy of the human race, whose fierceness waxes ever greater, does not fear to sow in our path the sharpest thorns of sorrow and tribulation and all sorts of maladies, although he himself is fearful of being tormented; therefore he essays his utmost to increase his own eternal punishment by leading as many men as he can to hell, and to deride, despise, and insult the most excellent and divine likeness of God which has been washed in the Precious Blood of Christ, and to turn man’s freedom to slavery. Therefore each one of us ought to search his heart to keep it free from the malice of the devil; for he goeth about as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour; and even though his heart may be pierced and torn by his enemy’s weapons, yet the devil leaves nothing unattempted and dares everything. When he sees men of weak and timid mind, he takes them by storm: when he finds them dauntless and firm, he becomes as it were a cunning fox to deceive them: for he has a thousand means of hurting us, and he uses countless methods, superstitions and curious arts, to seduce men’s minds from God and lead them to his own follies; and all these he wondrously performs by means of illusions and witchcraft. Therefore it is agreed that this sort of evils has been disseminated to the destruction of men’s bodies ​and souls by the devil and his fiends through the agency of warlocks, witches, sorcerers and diviners; and in proof of this the present book will give a sure indication of the truth. And that each man may be able to guard himself, let him seriously read and carefully digest this book, which I have called Compendium Maleficarum; for just as there are shown to be various means and methods of inflicting injury, so there are various remedies by which these harms may be met and dispersed when they are recognised. If therefore, reader, there be anything in this book which holds your attention and points you the way to a remedy, I lift up my hands in thanks to God, who to His own greater glory, and the confusion of devils, has permitted the temptation of our souls that the just may be made perfect and the wicked cast into hell. Therefore the demons do but work in accordance with the design and permission of Almighty God.
# Compendium Maleficarum/Foreword

Foreword
Although the “Compendium Maleficarum,” both from the encyclopaedic learning of the author and the scientific precision of his details, must rank as one of the most important of all Witchcraft Manuals, not only—largely owing to his severe concentration of thought and expression and the many technicalities—is the original Latin more than ordinarily difficult, but Guazzo was ill-served both in 1608 and in 1626 by his printers, for these two (which are the only) editions of the book are marred by a superabundance of most riddling typographical errors. Indeed before the work could be well rendered into English I found that it was necessary to prepare something like a definitive recension of the text, a preliminary which, if mechanical enough, has cost me no little time and labour.
To write a full excursus upon the “Compendium Maleficarum,” giving further and later examples of the many ill observances and devices of witchcraft, the transvection of the sorcerers to their rendezvous, the abominations of the Sabbat, the worship of the demon, the pledges of diabolical servitude, the “osculum infame,” the revelry, the dances, the lewdness of the Incubus and the Succubus, the malice and evil charms of Satanists, all of which and many more black secrets of goety Guazzo has so amply and so authoritatively displayed, would be to pen a second “History of Witchcraft,” another volume as copious and as detailed as the “Compendium” itself. However interesting and useful it would have proved to afford modern instances of the continued practices of this horrid Society I have judged it best to reserve so extensive a relation for a separate occasion, and therefore I have furnished this work of Guazzo with a minimum of annotation. Even so I am very well aware that in the glosses will be found information some may perhaps deem superfluous. On the other hand I am constantly being requested to illustrate these manuals of the demonologists by far more extensive commentaries than my wont, so that in fine it is, I fear, not possible entirely to satisfy every student and reader. In the present case I frankly acknowledge that on ​account of practical limitations of space, if for no other reason, I have felt obliged entirely to pass over no small number of points concerning which I was minded to write something fully, as also was it necessary for me to treat with economy other details not unworthy of closer investigation.
To the most learned Prefect of the Ambrosian Library, Monsignor Professore Giovanni Galbiati, I am greatly indebted for the trouble and pains he has so generously bestowed on my behalf in making very particular researches concerning Francesco-Maria Guazzo and in communicating to me important bibliographical and historical details of the Ambrosiani.
My best thanks are due to Dr. H. T. Norman, not only for the loan of many rare pieces on witchcraft from among the treasures of his library, but also for the very real and inspiring interest he has so cordially taken in the present series.
Montague Summers.
# Further India

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A General View from Mandalay Hill
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THE STORY OF EXPLORATION
Further India
BEING
THE STORY OF EXPLORATION FROM THE EARLIEST TIMES IN BURMA, MALAYA SIAM AND INDO-CHINA
BY
HUGH CLIFFORD, C.M.G.
AUTHOR OF
"IN COURT AND KAMPONG," "STUDIES IN BROWN HUMANITY," "BUSHWACKING," "A FREE-LANCE OF TO-DAY," ETC.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS AND MAPS
AND WITH MAP IN COLOURS
BY J. G. BARTHOLOMEW
NEW YORK
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
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Copyright, 1904,
By Frederick A. Stokes Company
Published in September, 1904
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TO
DÊMS
THIS BOOK IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED
IN MEMORY OF
THE DAYS DURING WHICH
IT WAS WRITTEN
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# The roamer and other poems/On the Departure of the Troops for France

ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE TROOPS FOR FRANCE
Who are these watching from ancestral doors The instant passing of our youth for France? A mighty pageant of the world's romance Their eyes have seen: it fills their native shores With an undying moment; wide it pours On silent hearts, o'erawed, the voice, the glance, The last, fond gleam of each loved countenance, And the heart trembles, while the spirit soars.
The generations draw immortal breath That breathe a nation's soul. From sire to son The glory of the fathers entereth The children's hearts, and maketh all as one: True to the race breaks out the holy flame, And to all lands doth freedom's blood proclaim.
# Wife No. 19/Chapter 5
### CHAPTER V.
#### MY FATHER'S PLURAL WIFE. — CHILDHOOD IN POLYGAMY.

* Childhood in Mormondom.
* A striking Contrast.
* The Sorrows of my Earliest Years.
* How my Mother received Polygamy.
* Submitting to the Rod.
* Clinging to Love and Home.
* Resigning all for Religion.
* Strange ways of glorifying God.
* The Reward of Faithfulness.
* The Prophet Joseph imparts a New Religious Mystery.
* The Breaking-up of a Home.
* Feats of Rebellion.
* The Struggle of Faith against Nature.
* Seeking Rest, but finding None.
* Brigham's "Counsels."
* A New Wife Selected.
* My Parents enter into Polygamy.
* The New Bride, Elizabeth.
* The Marriage Ceremony.
* My Mother Sealed.
* She is to become a Queen.
* Domestic Arrangements in Polygamy.
* Bearing the Cross.
* A First Wife's Sorrows.
* "Where does Polygamy Hurt?"
* The Mormon Husband; his Position and Privileges.
OFTEN wonder if there is a child in Mormondom, born under the blight of polygamy, who knows what it is to have a happy, joyous childhood, rendered more happy and more joyous by the smiling, calm content of the mother in whose arms its tiny infant form lies cradled. I fear the cases are as rare as happy women are.
True, childhood always has a certain careless happiness of its own, that even the saddest surroundings cannot wholly repress; but even this happiness is embittered by the tearful eyes that gaze into trustful baby ones, and the lips that ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/103 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/104 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/105 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/106 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/107 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/108 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/109 ​Page:Wife No 19.djvu/110 ​made a wreck by the religion which should be a stay and a comfort, drove her almost wild. She had buried one little girl, and I have often heard her thank God that He had taken her to Himself before life became a terrible bitterness and burden. She often says, in referring to her sufferings at that time, and the desperate state she was in, she wonders she did not commit suicide; what kept her from it she cannot tell to this day, unless the thought that these polygamous relations did not end with time, but were carried on through all eternity.
She had to keep a double guard on her tongue and on her actions. She did not like to vex her husband, and neither did she wish to grieve the young wife, whose position was no pleasanter than her own. Besides, a husband in polygamy is very sensitive regarding the treatment of the last wife by those who have preceded her, and she knew that no act of hers would escape her husband's notice, even had she been inclined to ill-treat her rival.
Once, very mildly and kindly, she tried to tell some of her troubles to Elizabeth, and begged her not to add to her sorrow by bestowing so many marks of affection on my father in her presence. The young wife turned on her quickly, and demanded, bitterly, —
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# The Flag (Woodberry)

"Kiss the loud winds, O darling of all hearts"
* "The Flag" in Fifes and Drums (1917)
* "The Flag" in The roamer and other poems (1920)
# The roamer and other poems/The Flag

THE FLAG
Kiss the loud winds, O darling of our hearts, And shoot o'er land and sea thy beams world-wide! How many thousands in thy light have died, Radiant and sweet! now from our banners darts A greater glory; in our bosoms starts A deeper joy; so swells the long-pent tide Of full devotion to thy sacred side, And from impatient millions doubt departs.
Advance thy colors in the captain-files That vanward lead the many-languaged host, Like mighty waves that lift an angry sea!— Break thou the German! Miles on headlong miles Drive him from churchless land and shipless coast, Till law again for right be sanctuary!
# The roamer and other poems/The Eagle

THE EAGLE
The country of our sires was great of soul; And, if she draws to battle, it must be She bares her sword for peace with liberty, Justice her standard pure, honor her goal. She mails her hand to write a later scroll, And share with all mankind her destiny; Though God has bastioned her with either sea, Freedom hath no frontiers. Where heaven doth roll,
Fly forth, great Eagle, that of old didst sit At Jove's right hand beside the wakeful throne! Gazer on vast horizons battle-lit, With mightier pinions fly to nobler wars! Soar in the zenith, heavenly bird, alone, And o'er the storm bear in thy beak the stars!
# The roamer and other poems/The Message

THE MESSAGE
Great documents our chronicles afford, Since the low cabin of the Mayflower Drew the first instrument: and human power Ne'er found a seat so firm, so long a sword, As issued thence, clothed in the Written Word, Which there began in time its sovereign hour: Whatever storm may rise or tempest lower, Through lengthening ages is that still voice heard.
Jefferson with that might breathed forth the state; Washington, thus, moulded its policy; Lincoln beheld the wilderness grown great, And with his pen filled it with liberty; Now is our message to all nations sent:— Go forth, sweet gospel, freedom's argument!
# The roamer and other poems/Justice

JUSTICE
Come, Lord of hosts! establish righteousness! And in the hearts of men and nations build Love's great Republic that the soul has willed, And with Thy mercy cover our distress! How many broken realms world-wide confess The weakness wherewithal man's state is filled! Pride in our vain accomplishment is killed; Our hopes, departing, leave us comfortless.
O, raise our spirits from the deadening shock That, like an earthquake, blasteth city and town, And ease earth's unintelligible woe! Millions of men their sorrows interlock Before Thee coming; prayers Thy praises drown. Justice, O Lord, high o'er all nations show!
# Memory Systems New and Old/Prefatory Note

PREFATORY NOTE.
Part First of this little work, under the title of "All About Mnemonics," has already passed through two editions in England.
Part Second explains the suppression of "Loisette Exposed," giving in full the injunction granted by the New York Supreme Court, together with extracts from the affidavits presented in the case of Loisette vs. Fellows.
Special attention is called to Loisette's agreement and the balance-sheet.
The Bibliography of Mnemonics gives titles in full, and in this respect is superior to the Bibliography appended to "Loisette Exposed," which gave, in most cases, only abstracts of titles.
Every student of the "Loisette" system is requested to send his address to the publisher, together with his opinion of "Loisette" and his system. Students of the Pick, White, and other systems will confer a favor by doing likewise.
Washington, D. C., September, 1888.
# The roamer and other poems/Ho! the Springtime!

HO! THE SPRINGTIME!
In the Trenches. Italy: 1917
I
Ho! the springtime! Springtime sets a young heart thinking.
Then it was spring, when I gave my signore the flowers of the field, And my brother brought him great violets that the perfumed gardens yield; Sun, and field-flowers, and violets bound our bosoms and sealed.
Ho! the sun in the campagna! the flow of the sap of the world! The blossom of dawn! the irised sea! the far beach surf-impearled!— And all their joy in our bosoms like a flower from the bud unfurled! One leap, one thrill, one throb of the manifold pulse divine Flooded and blended our being, as the grapes are one in the wine. ​Sweet there was our life together in the garden this side of the grave, And the springtime smiling on us was the smile of flower and wave. O my heart!
II
Ho! the springtime! Time of kiss and time of blossom— Time of faring on the sea's blue bosom— Time of thinking of another spring— When we lived, young, open hearts together, Roved the greening land, the violet weather!— Clover, poppy, almond-bough Murmured it then, murmur it now: "Love is coming! this is it! this is it! Passes the bloom! oh, woe to miss it! The voice, the touch, the fond caress That undivided lovers bless!" O my heart, how sad is thinking!
III
"Ho! is it spring?" in the dawn I wake up saying. I can hear, far off, my mother (poveretta) praying For us three— And Italy! ​There where mighty Etna, snow-clad, thunder-torn and earthquake-riven, Lifts the breathing springtime to the fire-black heaven! Oh, the spring!
Ho! is it spring? Sì! thoughts, kisses, flowers, caresses! Time of blossom and endearing, To dark death forever nearing!— Time of weeping! Time of the black hour toward us creeping!— Signore! O signor'!
Ho! is it spring? Time of wandering forth on earth's green bosom! Time of passing of youth's almond-blossom! Far we wandered, far we wandered, far, and far away!— Across the greening lands, across the violet seas, and far, and far away!— Flowers of the field I cannot bring, signor'. Thinking, to thee I send the kiss of spring, signor'.
# The roamer and other poems/The Caucasus

THE CAUCASUS
Lift up your peaks! O sun-struck Caucasus! You first beheld the scarred Promethean form On your high cliffs, stretched to the icy storm, The vulture's beak; the multitudinous Woes of the ancient world calamitous Age-long besieged his heart: there, when our swarm Of golden youth with generous hope grew warm, Crag-like hung o'er then great Prometheus.
Lo, from the holy East, where light is born, Tornado-like the globe of glory rears A fiery sunrise with red battle torn! On that hoar world, grown old in blood and tears, The century-waited and millennial morn Bolts the long lightning of a thousand years.
# The roamer and other poems/Siberia: the Return of the Exiles

SIBERIA
The Return of the Exiles
The gates of the Siberian waste stand wide; Great joy has thrilled the mighty wilderness; The message of the Lord has come to bless The souls in bondage; broken is the pride Of the invincible tyrant who doth ride On human hearts, and thrones him on distress! Fallen he is! his victims numberless Crowd the long roads by steppe and mountain-side.
So when our Lord descended into hell And broke the fetters of the spirits in prison, A glorious company to heaven made way. What triumph more divine doth history tell Than Truth from her captivity arisen, And Faith rejoicing in her holy ray!
# Siberia (Woodberry)

"The gates of the Siberian waste stand wide"
* "The Return of the Exiles" in Fifes and Drums (1917)
* "Siberia: the Return of the Exiles" in The roamer and other poems (1920)
# The roamer and other poems/A Song of Sunrise

A SONG OF SUNRISE
On the Morning of the Russian Revolution
To those who drink the golden mist Whereon the world's horizons rest, Who teach the peoples to resist The terrors of the human breast:— By burning stake and prison-camp They lead the march of man divine, Above whose head the sacred lamp Of liberty doth blaze and shine; O'er blood and tears and nameless woe They hail far off the dawning light; Through faith in them the nations go, Sun-smitten in the deepest night:— Honor to them from East to West Be on the shouting earth to-day! Holy their memory! Sweet their rest! Who fill the skies with freedom's ray!
# The roamer and other poems/The Bell-Tower

THE BELL-TOWER
There is a bell-tower in my brain, that tolls— And tolls—and tolls,—night-long, no pause, no rest,— "Eugen', Raimondo, .Salvator', Ernest, Giovanni, Antonin', Vincenz',"—and rolls, Peal after peal, peace to departed souls! Dost hear it, Napoli? hear'st, empty nest Among the violets on Etna's breast?— "Eugenio, peace!" thee first death aureoles.
And unknown names, pulsing along my brain, (Who lives? who dies?) go sounding like a bell, Sounding forlorn o'er mount, and sea, and plain,— Now far, now near, crying the long farewell; Carso,—O sound immitigable of pain!— Gorizia, Isonzo, San Michel!
# The Bell-Tower

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* "The Bell-Tower", a short story by Herman Melville
* "The Bell-Tower", a poem by George Edward Woodberry
# On the Italian Front, 1916

"I will die cheering, if I needs must die"
* "On the Italian Front, MCMXVI" in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917)
* "On the Italian Front, 1916" in The roamer and other poems (1920)
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/On the Italian Front, MCMXVI

ON THE ITALIAN FRONT, MCMXVI
"I WILL die cheering, if I needs must die; So shall my last breath write upon my lips Viva Italia! when my spirit slips Down the great darkness from the mountain sky; And those who shall behold me where I lie Shall murmur: 'Look, you! how his spirit dips From glory into glory! the eclipse Of death is vanquished! Lo, his victor-cry!'
"Live, thou, upon my lips, Italia mine, The sacred death-cry of my frozen clay! Let thy dear light from my dead body shine And to the passer-by thy message say: 'Ecco! though heaven has made my skies divine, My sons' love sanctifies my soil for aye!'"
George Edward Woodberry
# The roamer and other poems/On the Italian Front, 1916

ON THE ITALIAN FRONT
1916
"I will die cheering, if I needs must die; So shall my last breath write upon my lips Viva Italia! when my spirit slips Down the great darkness from the mountain sky; And those who shall behold me where I lie Shall murmur,—'Look you! how his spirit dips From glory into glory! the eclipse Of death is vanquished! Lo, his victor-cry!'
"Live thou upon my lips, Italia mine, The sacred death-cry of my frozen clay! Let thy dear light from my dead body shine And to the passer-by thy message say: 'Ecco! though heaven has made my skies divine, My sons' love sanctilies my soil for aye!'"