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# A Message from President Donald J. Trump

A message delivered on January 7th, 2021; a day after the January 6th attack on the capital.
Donald John Trump I would like to begin by addressing the heinous attack on the United States capital.
Donald John Trump Like all Americans, I am outraged by the violence, lawlessness and mayhem.
Donald John Trump I immediately deployed the National Guard and federal law enforcement to secure the building and expel the intruders.
Donald John Trump America is and must always be a nation of law and order.
Donald John Trump The demonstrators who infiltrated the capital have defiled the seat of American democracy.
Donald John Trump To those who engaged in the acts of violence and destruction, you do not represent our country.
Donald John Trump And to those who broke the law, you will pay.
Donald John Trump We have just been through an intense election and emotions are high.
Donald John Trump But now tempers must be cooled and calm restored.
Donald John Trump We must get on with the business of America.
Donald John Trump My campaign vigorously pursued every legal avenue to contest the election results.
Donald John Trump My only goal was to ensure the integrity of the vote.
Donald John Trump In so doing, I was fighting to defend American democracy.
Donald John Trump I continue to strongly believe that we must reform our election laws to verify the identity and eligibility of all voters and to ensure faith and confidence in all future elections.
Donald John Trump Now Congress has certified the results.
Donald John Trump A new administration will be inaugurated on January 20th.
Donald John Trump My focus now turns to ensuring a smooth, orderly and seamless transition of power.
Donald John Trump This moment calls for healing and reconciliation.
Donald John Trump 2020 has been a challenging time for our people.
Donald John Trump A menacing pandemic has upended the lives of our citizens, isolated millions in their homes, damaged our economy, and claimed countless lives.
Donald John Trump Defeating this pandemic and rebuilding the greatest economy on Earth will require all of us working together.
Donald John Trump It will require a renewed emphasis on the civic values of patriotism, faith, charity, community and family.
Donald John Trump We must revitalize the sacred bonds of love and loyalty that bind us together as one national family.
Donald John Trump To the citizens of our country, serving as your president has been the honor of my lifetime, and to all of my wonderful supporters, I know you are disappointed, but I also want you to know that our incredible journey is only just beginning.
Donald John Trump Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.
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# Ghost Stories of an Antiquary

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GHOST-STORIES OF AN ANTIQUARY
BY
MONTAGUE RHODES JAMES Litt.D.
Fellow of King's College, Cambridge
WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE LATE JAMES M$^c$BRYDE
SECOND IMPRESSION
LONDON
EDWARD ARNOLD
41 & 43 MADDOX STREET, BOND STREET, W.
1905
[All rights reserved]
​ THE ENGLISHMAN WAS TOO DEEP IN HIS NOTE-BOOK TO GIVE MORE THAN AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE TO THE SACRISTAN.
THESE STORIES
ARE DEDICATED
TO ALL THOSE WHO AT VARIOUS TIMES
HAVE LISTENED TO THEM
PREFACE
I wrote these stories at long intervals, and most of them were read to patient friends, usually at the season of Christmas. One of these friends offered to illustrate them, and it was agreed that, if he would do that, I would consider the question of publishing them. Four pictures he completed, which will be found in this volume, and then, very quickly and unexpectedly, he was taken away. This is the reason why the greater part of the stories are not provided with illustrations. Those who knew the artist will understand how much I wished to give a permanent form even to a fragment of his work; others will appreciate the fact that here a remembrance is made of one in whom many friendships centred.
​The stories themselves do not make any very exalted claim. If any of them succeed in causing their readers to feel pleasantly uncomfortable when walking along a solitary road at nightfall, or sitting over a dying fire in the small hours, my purpose in writing them will have been attained.
Two of them—the first two in the volume—have appeared in print in the National Review and the Pall Mall Magazine respectively, and I wish to thank the Editors of those periodicals for kindly allowing me to republish them here.
M. R. JAMES.
King's College, Cambridge,
Allhallows' Even, 1904.
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| CANON ALBERIC'S SCRAP-BOOK | 1 |
| LOST HEARTS | 29 |
| THE MEZZOTINT | 53 |
| THE ASH-TREE | 81 |
| NUMBER 13 | 113 |
| COUNT MAGNUS | 149 |
| 'OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD' | 181 |
| THE TREASURE OF ABBOT THOMAS | 227 |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| | | PAGE |
| THE ENGLISHMAN WAS TOO DEEP IN HIS NOTE-BOOK TO GIVE MORE THAN AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE AT THE SACRISTAN | frontispiece | frontispiece |
| A HAND LIKE THE HAND IN THAT PICTURE | to face | 26 |
| LOOKING UP IN AN ATTITUDE OF PAINFUL ANXIETY | ,, | 204 |
| IT LEAPT TOWARDS HIM UPON THE INSTANT | ,, | 222 |
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# Official Secrets Act

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United Kingdom:
* Official Secrets Act 1889 (52 & 53 Vict. c. 52), repealed by Official Secrets Act 1911
* Official Secrets Act 1911 (1 & 2 Geo. 5. c. 28), repealed by National Security Act 2023
* Official Secrets Act 1920 (10 & 11 Geo. 5. c. 75), repealed by National Security Act 2023
* Official Secrets Act 1939 (2 & 3 Geo. 6. c. 121), repealed by National Security Act 2023
* Official Secrets Act 1989 (c. 6)
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## See also

* Indian Official Secrets Act, 1923 (Act No. 19 of 1923)
* Official Secrets Ordinance (Cap. 521)
* National Security Act
# Lines composed at Grasmere

* "Lines, composed at Grasmere", in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
* "Lines composed at Grasmere", in Poems (1815)
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Lines, composed at Grasmere

LINES,
Composed at Grasmere, during a walk, one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected.
Sad was I, ev'n to pain depress'd, Importunate and heavy load! The Comforter hath found me here, Upon this lonely road;
And many thousands now are sad, Wait the fulfilment of their fear; For He must die who is their Stay, Their Glory disappear.
A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss; But when the Mighty pass away What is it more than this,
That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return?— Such ebb and flow must ever be, Then wherefore should we mourn?
# Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Lines composed at Grasmere

VII.
LINES,
Composed at Grasmere, during a walk, one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty Unison of streams! Of all her Voices, One!
Loud is the Vale;—this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea; Yon Star upon the mountain-top Is listening quietly.
Sad was I, ev'n to pain depress'd, Importunate and heavy load! The Comforter hath found me here, Upon this lonely road;
And many thousands now are sad, Wait the fulfilment of their fear; For he must die who is their Stay, Their Glory disappear.
​A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss; But when the Mighty pass away What is it more than this,
That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return?— Such ebb and flow must ever be; Then wherefore should we mourn?
# Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 2/Elegiac Stanzas

Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand. To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream;
I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile! Amid a world how different from this! Beside a sea that could not cease to smile; On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss:
Thou shouldst have seem'd a treasure-house, a mine Of peaceful years; a chronicle of heaven:— Of all the sunbeams that did ever shine The very sweetest had to thee been given.
A Picture had it been of lasting ease, Elysian quiet, without toil or strife; No motion but the moving tide, a breeze, Or merely silent Nature's breathing life.
Such, in the fond delusion of my heart, Such Picture would I at that time have made: And seen the soul of truth in every part; A faith, a trust, that could not be betray'd.
So once it would have been,—'tis so no more; I have submitted to a new controul: A power is gone, which nothing can restore; A deep distress hath human iz'd my Soul.
Not for a moment could I now behold A smiling sea and be what I have been: The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old; This, which I know, I speak with mind serene.
Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, This Work of thine I blame not, but commend; This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.
Oh 'tis a passionate Work! — yet wise and well; Well chosen is the spirit that is here; That Hulk which labours in the deadly swell, This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear!
And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The light'ning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.
Farewell, farewell the Heart that lives alone, Hous'd n a dream, at distance from the Kind! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.
But welcome fortitude, and patient chear, And frequent sights of what is to be born! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here.— Not without hope we suffer and we mourn
# Ode (Wordsworth)

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Known generally as "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood", the work was first printed in 1807 as "Ode".
* "Ode", in Poems, in two volumes: Volume 2 (1807)
* "Ode", in Poems by William Wordsworth: Volume 2 (1815)
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The Sailing of the Long-Ships

The Sailing of the Long-ships
(October, 1899)
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/Waggon Hill

Waggon Hill
# St George's Day (Newbolt)

* "St. George's Day", in A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919 (1917), edited by George Herbert Clarke
* "St. George's Day", in Poems: New and Old (1919)
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The Volunteer

The Volunteer
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The Only Son

The Only Son
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The Grenadier's Good-Bye

The Grenadier's Good-Bye
"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, 'Forward, Grenadiers!'"—Press Telegram.
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The Schoolfellow

The Schoolfellow
# Poems (Holmes)/A Soliloquy

POEMS.
# The Wind

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* The Wind, a poem by Vasile Alecsandri
* The Wind, a poem by Mathilde Blind
* The Wind, a short story by Ray Bradbury
* The Wind, a poem by Thomas Holley Chivers
* The Wind, a poem by Emily Dickinson
* "The Wind", a poem by Alice Ann Holmes
* The Wind, a poem by Frances Anne Kemble
* The Wind, a poem attributed to Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* The Wind, a poem by John Cowper Powys
* "The Wind", a poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
* The Wind, a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
* Wind, a prose poem by Song Yu
* The Wind, a poem by Sara Teasdale
* The Wind, traditional Irish song, also called "I'll Tell Me Ma"
* "Wind," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
# Petition

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* "Petition", a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
* "A Petition", a poem by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
* "A Petition", a poem by Alice Ann Holmes
* "A Petition", a poem by Amy Lowell
* "A Petition", a poem by Robert Ernest Vernède
# On Death

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* "On Death", a poem by Alice Ann Holmes
* "On Death", a poem by John Keats
* "On Death", a poem by Susanna Pizey
* "On Death", a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
* "On Death", a poem by Phillis Wheatley
# On Morning

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* "On Morning", a poem by Alice Ann Holmes
* "On Morning", a poem by Susanna Pizey
# Friendship

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* "Friendship", a poem by Matilda Caroline Smiley Edwards
* "Friendship", a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson ("Thou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls")
* "Friendship", a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson ("A ruddy drop of manly blood")
* "Friendship", a poem by Alice MacDonald Fleming ("My life is very free from private cares")
* "Friendship", a poem by Richard Watson Gilder ("From the happy first time")
* "Friendship", a poem by Alice Ann Holmes
* "Friendship", a poem by Jane Elizabeth Roscoe Hornblower
* "Friendship", a poem by Elizabeth Markham
* "Friendship", a poem by Susanna Pizey
* "Friendship", a poem by Alexander Pushkin ("Thus it ever was and ever will be")
* "Friendship", a poem by Rebecca Jane Schiller
* "Friendship", a poem by Elizabeth Sherwin
* Friendship, a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney ("Something than pleasure dearer, more elate")
* "Friendship", a poem by Martha A. Smith
* "Friendship, a poem by Henry David Thoreau ("I think awhile of Love, and while I think")
* "Friendship, a poem by Henry David Thoreau ("Let such pure hate still underprop")
* "Friendship, a poem by Henry David Thoreau ("Now we are partners in such legal trade")
* "Friendship", a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox ("Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving")
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/On Spion Kop

On Spion Kop
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/The School at War

The School at War
# Poems: New and Old (Newbolt)/By the Hearth-Stone

By the Hearth-Stone
# A Pickle for the Knowing Ones

This is based on a scan of the Fourth Edition. Dexter's writings herein are famous for being wrought with spelling mistakes and barren of punctuation. They have been transcribed as written.
A
PICKLE FOR THE KNOWING ONES,
BY
LORD TIMOTHY DEXTER,
WITH AN
Introductory Preface,
BY A DISTINGUISHED CITIZEN OF "OULD NEWBERRY."
FOURTH EDITION.
NEWBURYPORT:
BLANCHARD & SARGENT.
1848.
Lord Dexter and his Dog.
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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# The Voice of the Pack

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There was a bench beneath the tree. If there had not been, the life of Dan Failing would have been entirely different. In fact, as the events will show, there would n't have been any life worth talking about at all. If the squirrel had been on any other tree, if he had n't been hungry, if any one of a dozen other things had n't been as they were, Dan Failing would have never gone back to the land of his people. The little bushy-tailed fellow on the tree limb was the squirrel of Destiny!
THE VOICE OF THE PACK
BY Edison Marshall
with frontispiece by
W. HEBERT DUNTON
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1920
Copyright, 1920,
By Little, Brown, and Company.
All rights reserved
Published, April, 1920
Norwood Press Set up and electrotyped by J. S. Cushing Co., Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
It was a now game; and they seemed to be seeking the best means of attack. Frontispiece. See page 266.
TO MY FATHER
GEORGE EDWARD MARSHALL OF MEDFORD, OREGON
HIMSELF A SON OF FRONTIERSMEN
CONTENTS
* page
* Prologue1
* BOOK ONE
* Repatriation9
* BOOK TWO
* The Debt91
* BOOK THREE
* The Payment205
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/On Cessnock Banks

ON CESSNOCK BANKS.
TUNE—'IF HE BE A BUTCHER NEAT AND TRIM.'
# On Cessnock Banks

* "Cessnock Banks", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "On Cessnock Banks", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Book of Scottish Song/Cessnock Banks

Cessnock Banks.
[This song—elaborate in its similitudes, but at the same time beautiful—was an early unpublished production of Burns's.—Cromek recovered it from the recitation of a lady in Glasgow with whom the poet was intimately acquainted. In Pickering's edition of Burns, a version is given from the author's own manuscript, which differs little from Cromek's, but which we here follow. Who the heroine of Cessnock Banks was has not transpired. The tune of the song is called "If he be a butcher neat and trim."]
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mien; Our lasses a' she far excels,— An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
She's sweeter than the morning dawn, When rising Phœbus first is seen, And dew-drops twinkle o'er the lawn; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
She's stately, like yon youthful ash, That grows the cowslip braes between, And drinks the stream wi' vigour fresh; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn, With flow'rs so white, and leaves so green, When purest in the dewy morn; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her looks are like the vernal May, When ev'ning Phœbus shines serene, While birds rejoice on every spray; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een. ​Her hair is like the curling mist That climbs the mountain-sides at e'en, When flow'r-reviving rains are past; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her forehead 's like the show'ry bow, When gleaming sunbeams intervene, And gild the distant mountain's brow; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her cheeks are like yon crimson gem, The pride of all the flow'ry scene, Just op'ning on its thorny stem; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her teeth are like the nightly snow, When pale the morning rises keen, While hid the murm'ring streamlets flow; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her lips are like yon cherries ripe, That sunny walls from Boreas screen,
They tempt the taste and charm the sight; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her breath is like the fragrant breeze, That gently stirs the blossom'd bean, When Phœbus sinks behind the seas; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
Her voice is like the ev'ning thrush, That sings on Cessnock banks unseen, While his mate sits nestling in the bush; An' she 's twa sparkling, rogueish een.
But it's not her air, her form, her face, Though matching beauty's fabled queen, 'Tis the mind that shines in every grace; An' chiefly in her rogueish een.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Young Peggy

YOUNG PEGGY.
TUNE—'LAST TIME I CAM O'ER THE MUIR.'
# Young Peggy (Burns)

* "Young Peggy", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
* "Young Peggy", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# The Book of Scottish Song/Young Peggy

Young Peggy.
[This is given in Johnson's Museum to the tune of "Loch-Erroch Side." It is an early" production of Burns's.]
Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With pearly gems adorning: Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower, And glitter o'er the crystal streams, And cheer each fresh'ning flower.
Her lips, more than the cherries bright, A richer dye has grac'd them; They charm th' admiring gazer's sight, And sweetly tempt to taste them; Her smile is, like the evening, mild, When feather'd tribes are courting, And little lambkins wanton wild, In playful bands disporting.
Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe, Such sweetness would relent her, As blooming Spring unbends the brow Of surly, savage Winter. Detraction's eye no aim can gain, Her winning powers to lessen; And spiteful Envy grins in vain, The poison'd tooth to fasten.
Ye Powers of Honour, Love, and Truth, From every ill defend her; Inspire the highly-favour'd youth The destinies intend her; Still fan the sweet connubial flame, Responsive in each bosom; And bless the dear parental name With many a filial blossom.
# The Knickerbocker Gallery/Orpheus in Hades

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W. P. Palmer
Orpheus in Hades.
By W. P. Palmer.
"Manesque adiit Regemque tremedum."—Virgil.
New-York, 1854.
# Young Peggy

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* "Young Peggy", a song by an unknown author ("O whare hae ye been, Peggy?")
* "Young Peggy", a song by Robert Burns ("Young Peggy blooms our bonniest lass")