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# The Sparrow and the Hare

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* "The Sparrow and the Hare", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "A Hare and a Sparrow", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
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# The Speaker

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# The Story of Joseph and His Brethren

THE STORY OF JOSEPH AND HIS BRETHREN:
ITS MORAL AND SPIRITUAL LESSONS
by the
Rev. WILLIAM BRUCE
JAMES SPEIRS, PUBLISHER 36 BLOOMSBURY STREET, LONDON 1871
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# The Survival of the Fittest

THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
J. C. SQUIRE
LONDON: GEORGE ALLEN & UNWIN LTD. RUSKIN HOUSEMUSEUM STREET, W.C.
First published in 1916
(All rights reserved)
TO W.
IN THE TRENCHES
You live with Death: yet over there You breathe a somewhat cleaner air.
NOTE
The "Christmas Hymn" appeared in The New Statesman, and some of the other verses in The Herald. "The Entente" is reprinted by special permission of the proprietors of Punch.
CONTENTS
| | | Page |
| The Survival of the Fittest | The Survival of the Fittest | 9 |
| Christmas Hymn for Lambeth | Christmas Hymn for Lambeth | 14 |
| Arms and the Politician; or, The Pilgrims' Progress | Arms and the Politician; or, The Pilgrims' Progress | 21 |
| Ballade, Written in a Moment of Elation | Ballade, Written in a Moment of Elation | 29 |
| Homœopathy | Homœopathy | 33 |
| Bridging the Gulf; or, The Union of Classes | Bridging the Gulf; or, The Union of Classes | 39 |
| The Touch of Nature | The Touch of Nature | 48 |
| The Higher Life for Clergymen | The Higher Life for Clergymen | 52 |
| Epigrams: |
| I. | The Dilemma | 57 |
| II. | Lord Molasses | 58 |
| III. | The Entente | 60 |
| IV. | On Base Metals | 61 |
| V. | The Trinity | 62 |
| VI. | Inexperto Crede | 63 |
| VII. | A Tribute to the Memory of Richard Porson | 64 |
# The Survivors Speak

The Survivors Speak
A Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada
The Survivors Speak
The Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada
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Anyone may, without charge or request for permission, reproduce all or part of this report.
2015
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada
Website: www.trc.ca
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada
The survivors speak: a report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada.
Issued also in French under title: Les survivants s’expriment, un rapport de la Commission de vérité et réconciliation au Canada.
Available also on the Internet.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 978-0-660-01985-7
Cat. no.: IR4-5/2015E
* 1. Native peoples--Canada--Residential schools. 2. Native peoples—Canada--History.
* 3. Native peoples--Canada--Social conditions. 4. Native peoples—Canada--Government relations.
* 5. Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada. 6. Truth commissions--Canada.
* I. Title. II. Title: Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada.
Contents
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# The Survival of the Fittest/The Dilemma

I
The Dilemma
GOD heard the embattled nations sing and shout "Gott strafe England!" and "God save the King!" God this, God that, and God the other thing— "Good God!" said God, "I've got my work cut out."
# The Survivors Speak/Bibliography

Bibliography
The endnotes of this report often commence with the abbreviation TRC, followed by one of the following abbreviations: ASAGR, AVS, CAR, IRSSA, NRA, RBS, and LACAR. The documents so cited are located in the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada's database. At the end of each of these endnotes, in square brackets, is the document identification number for each of these documents. The following is a brief description of each database.
Truth and Reconciliation Commission Databases
* National Research and Analysis Database: NRA
* Audio/Video Statement Database: AVS
Books
* Haig-Brown, Celia. Resistance and Renewal: Surviving the Indian Residential School. Vancouver: Arsenal Pulp Press, 1988.
* Marks, Don. They Call Me Chief: Warriors on Ice. Winnipeg: J. Gordon Shillingford, 2008.
* Robinson, Laura. Frontrunners = Niigaanibatowaad: a play in two acts. Port Elgin: Brucedale Press, 2008.
Book Chapters and Journal Articles
* Bruyere, Patrick. "Introduction" to Frontrunners = Niigaanibatowaad: a play in two acts, by Laura Robinson. Port Elgin: Brucedale Press, 2008, 4–5.
* Lewis, Ruth. "The Psychological Approach to the Preschool Stutterer." Canadian Medical Association Journal 60, 5 (May 1949): 497–500.
* Mandryk, Murray. "Uneasy Neighbours: White-Aboriginal relations and Agricultural Decline." In Writing Off the Rural West: Globalization, Governments and the Transformation of Rural Communities, edited by Roger Epp and Dave Whitson. Edmonton: University of Alberta Press with the Parkland Institute, 2001: 205–221. ​
* Radunovich, Heidi Liss, and Garret D. Evans. "Bed Wetting." Department of Family, Youth and Community Sciences, University of Florida/Institute of Food and Agricultural Sciences Extension." Publication #FCS2112. September 2013.
* Siebner, H. R., C. Limmer, A. Peinemann, A. Drzezga, B. E. Bloem, M. Schwaiger, and B. Conrad. "Long-term Consequences of Switching Handedness: A Positron Emission Tomography Study on Handwriting in 'Converted' Lefthanders." The Journal of Neuroscience 22 (April 1, 2002): 2816–2825.
Websites
Other
* Indian Residential Schools Settlement Agreement, Schedule N, "Mandate for the Truth and Reconciliation Commission."
* Indian Residential Schools Settlement Agreement, 8 May 2006, Schedule N, "Mandate for the Truth and Reconciliation Commission [of Canada]," http://www.residentialschoolsettlement.ca/SCHEDULE_N.pdf (accessed 14 March 2015).
* Robinson, Laura, Lori Lewis, and Liz Jarvis. Niigaanibatowaad FrontRunners, National Film Board of Canada, 2007.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Banishment

I am banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to aching shoulder, side by side, They trudged away from life’s broad wealds of light. Their wrongs were mine; and ever in my sight They went arrayed in honour. But they died,— Not one by one: and mutinous I cried To those who sent them out into the night.
The darkness tells how vainly I have striven To free them from the pit where they must dwell In outcast gloom convulsed and jagged and riven By grappling guns. Love drove me to rebel. Love drives me back to grope with them through hell; And in their tortured eyes I stand forgiven.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Dreamers
### Dreamers

Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,  Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand,  Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win  Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin  They think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
I see them in foul dug-outs, gnawed by rats,  And in the ruined trenches, lashed with rain, Dreaming of things they did with balls and bats,  And mocked by hopeless longing to regain Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,  And going to the office in the train.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Memorial Tablet
### Memorial Tablet

Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight (Under Lord Derby's scheme). I died in hell— (They called it Passchendaele); my wound was slight, And I was hobbling back, and then a shell Burst slick upon the duck-boards; so I fell Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.
In sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew, He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare; For though low down upon the list, I'm there:
"In proud and glorious memory"—that's my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France for Squire; I suffered anguish that he's never guessed; Once I came home on leave; and then went west.
What greater glory could a man desire?
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Trench Duty
### Trench Duty

Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder through the splashing murk; and then Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light. Hark! There's the big bombardment on our right Rumbling and bumping; and the dark's a glare Of flickering horror in the sectors where We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled, Or crawling on their bellies through the wire. "What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Someone killed?" Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it?... Starlight overhead-- Blank stars. I'm wide-awake; and some chap's dead.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/A Working Party

A Working Party
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk. He couldn't see the man who walked in front; Only he heard the drum and rattle of feet Stepping along barred trench boards, often splashing Wretchedly where the sludge was ankle-deep.
Voices would grunt 'Keep to your right—make way!' When squeezing past some men from the front-line: White faces peered, puffing a point of red; Candles and braziers glinted through the chinks And curtain-flaps of dug-outs; then the gloom Swallowed his sense of sight; he stooped and swore Because a sagging wire had caught his neck.
A flare went up; the shining whiteness spread And flickered upward, showing nimble rats And mounds of glimmering sand-bags, bleached with rain; Then the slow silver moment died in dark. The wind came posting by with chilly gusts And buffeting at the corners, piping thin. And dreary through the crannies; rifle-shots Would split and crack and sing along the night, And shells came calmly through the drizzling air To burst with hollow bang below the hill.
Three hours ago, he stumbled up the trench; Now he will never walk that road again: He must be carried back, a jolting lump Beyond all needs of tenderness and care.
He was a young man with a meagre wife And two small children in a Midland town, He showed their photographs to all his mates, And they considered him a decent chap Who did his work and hadn't much to say, And always laughed at other people's jokes Because he hadn't any of his own.
That night when he was busy at his job Of piling bags along the parapet, He thought how slow time went, stamping his feet And blowing on his fingers, pinched with cold. He thought of getting back by half-past twelve, And tot of rum to send him warm to sleep In draughty dug-out frowsty with the fumes Of coke, and full of snoring weary men.
He pushed another bag along the top, Craning his body outward; then a flare Gave one white glimpse of No Man's Land and wire; And as he dropped his head the instant split His startled life with lead, and all went out.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Break of Day
### Break of Day

There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a dank, musty dug-out where he lay, Legs wrapped in sand-bags,--lumps of chalk and clay Spattering his face. Dry-mouthed, he thought, "To-day We start the damned attack; and, Lord knows why, Zero's at nine; how bloody if I'm done in Under the freedom of that morning sky!" And then he coughed and dozed, cursing the din.
Was it the ghost of autumn in that smell Of underground, or God's blank heart grown kind, That sent a happy dream to him in hell?-- Where men are crushed like clods, and crawl to find Some crater for their wretchedness; who lie In outcast immolation, doomed to die Far from clean things or any hope of cheer, Cowed anger in their eyes, till darkness brims And roars into their heads, and they can hear Old childish talk, and tags of foolish hymns.
He sniffs the chilly air; (his dreaming starts). He's riding in a dusty Sussex lane In quiet September; slowly night departs; And he's a living soul, absolved from pain. Beyond the brambled fences where he goes Are glimmering fields with harvest piled in sheaves, And tree-tops dark against the stars grown pale; Then, clear and shrill, a distant farm-cock crows; And there's a wall of mist along the vale Where willows shake their watery-sounding leaves. He gazes on it all, and scarce believes That earth is telling its old peaceful tale; He thanks the blessed world that he was born.... Then, far away, a lonely note of the horn.
They're drawing the Big Wood! Unlatch the gate, And set Golumpus going on the grass: He knows the corner where it's best to wait And hear the crashing woodland chorus pass; The corner where old foxes make their track To the Long Spinney; that's the place to be. The bracken shakes below an ivied tree, And then a cub looks out; and "Tally-o-back!" He bawls, and swings his thong with volleying crack,-- All the clean thrill of autumn in his blood, And hunting surging through him like a flood In joyous welcome from the untroubled past; While the war drifts away, forgotten at last.
Now a red, sleepy sun above the rim Of twilight stares along the quiet weald, And the kind, simple country shines revealed In solitudes of peace, no longer dim. The old horse lifts his face and thanks the light, Then stretches down his head to crop the green. All things that he has loved are in his sight; The places where his happiness has been Are in his eyes, his heart, and they are good.
Hark! there's the horn: they're drawing the Big Wood.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/The Redeemer
### The Redeemer

Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk in beds lay snug asleep: There, with much work to do before the light, We lugged our clay-sucked boots as best we might Along the trench; sometimes a bullet sang, And droning shells burst with a hollow bang; We were soaked, chilled and wretched, every one. Darkness: the distant wink of a huge gun.
I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm; A rocket fizzed and burned with blanching flare, And lit the face of what had been a form Floundering in mirk. He stood before me there; I say that he was Christ; stiff in the glare, And leaning forward from his burdening task, Both arms supporting it; his eyes on mine Stared from the woeful head that seemed a mask Of mortal pain in Hell's unholy shine.
No thorny crown, only a woolen cap He wore--an English soldier, white and strong, Who loved his time like any simple chap, Good days of work and sport and homely song; Now he has learned that nights are very long, And dawn a watching of the windowed sky. But to the end, unjudging, he'll endure Horror and pain, not uncontent to die That Lancaster on Lune may stand secure.
He faced me, reeling in his weariness, Shouldering his load of planks, so hard to bear. I say that he was Christ, who wrought to bless All groping things with freedom bright as air, And with His mercy washed and made them fair. Then the flame sank, and all grew black as pitch, While we began to struggle along the ditch; And some one flung his burden in the muck, Mumbling: "O Christ Almighty, now I'm stuck!"
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Wirers
### Wirers

"Pass it along, the wiring party's going out"-- And yawning sentries mumble, "Wirers going out." Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with muffled thud, They toil with stealthy haste and anger in their blood. The Boche sends up a flare. Black forms stand rigid there, Stock-still like posts; then darkness, and the clumsy ghosts Stride hither and thither, whispering, tripped by clutching snare Of snags and tangles.  Ghastly dawn with vaporous coasts Gleams desolate along the sky, night's misery ended.
Young Hughes was badly hit; I heard him carried away, Moaning at every lurch; no doubt he'll die to-day. But we can say the front-line wire's been safely mended.
# The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/The Troops
### PRELUDE: THE TROOPS

Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots And turn dulled, sunken faces to the sky Haggard and hopeless. They, who have beaten down The stale despair of night, must now renew Their desolation in the truce of dawn, Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace.
Yet these, who cling to life with stubborn hands, Can grin through storms of death and find a gap In the clawed, cruel tangles of his defence. They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky That hastens over them where they endure Sad, smoking, flat horizons, reeking woods, And foundered trench-lines volleying doom for doom.
O my brave brown companions, when your souls Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead, Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge, Death will stand grieving in that field of war Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent. And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell; The unreturning army that was youth; The legions who have suffered and are dust.
# The Times/1943/Obituary/Henry Forster Morley

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Source: Obituary. The Times, Tuesday, Apr 06, 1943;; Issue 49513; pg. 6 col F
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Dr. H. F. Morley
Dr. Henry Forster Morley, late Director of the International Catalogue of Scientific Literature, and of the Royal Society's Catalogue of Scientific Papers, died on Saturday at Midhurst.
The son of the late Professor Henry Morley, he was born in 1855 and educated at University College School, London, and at the Universities of Bonn, Munich, Berlin, and Paris. After graduating in mathematics he took his doctorate in organic chemistry in 1883. For the next four years he served as Assistant Professor at University College, London, and from 1888 to 1901 he was Professor of Chemistry at Queen's College. He was joint editor of Watts's "Dictionary of Chemistry," and contributed scientific papers to the Journal of the Chemical Society. He married in 1893 Ida Rose, daughter of Stephen Seaward Tayler, and they had one son.
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# The Times/1941/Public notice/Percy Arthur Barnett

Source: Death. The Times, Tuesday, Oct 28, 1941; Issue 49068; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2BARNETT. On Oct. 26, 1941 (six months after the death of Annie, his wife) Percy Arthur Barnett, late H.M. Inspector of Schools and Chief Inspector of Training Colleges, of 593, Park West, London, W.2, aged 83. Cremation private. No flowers. (South African papers, please copy.)
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# The Times/1942

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# The Times/1943/Public notice/Arthur Mee

Arthur Mee (1875–1943) Source: Deaths. The Times, Saturday, May 29, 1943; Issue 49558; pg. 1; col A
Layout 2MEE.—On May 27, 1943, at King's College Hospital, Arthur Mee, beloved husband of Amy Mee, Eynsford Hill, Kent. Cremation private.
His wish: Should any friends desire to buy a flower for me I beg that they will send a mite instead to some children's hospital with the simple words "For Arthur Mee."
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# The Times/1943/Public notice/Arthur Waugh

Arthur Waugh (1866-1943) Source: The Times, Monday, Jun 28, 1943; Issue 49583; pg. 1; col A — Deaths
Layout 2 WAUGH.—On June 26, 1943, at 14a, Hampstead Lane, N.6., Arthur Waugh, husband of Catherine, and father of Alec and Evelyn Waugh, aged 76 years, Funeral service at Hampstead Parish Church to-morrow (Tuesday) at 2.30 p.m.
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# The Times/1942/Public notice/Augustus Robert Buckland

Source: Death. The Times, Friday, Apr 10, 1942; Issue 49206; pg. 1
Layout 2BUCKLAND.—On April 8, 1942, at a Norwich nursing home, Canon Augustus Robert Buckland, of Sunnyside, Scole, Diss, Norfolk, aged 84 years. Funeral service, Norwich Cathedral, 12 noon, to-morrow (Saturday). Interment following, the Rosary Cemetery.
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# The Times/1942/Public notice/Augustus Hughes-Hughes

Source: The Times, Tuesday, Jan 06, 1942; Issue 49126; pg. 1 — Deaths
Layout 2 Hughes-Hughes.— On Jan. 2, 1942, at The Rectory, Temple Combe, Som., Augustus Hughes-Hughes of Albert Hall Mansions, London, aged 84 years.
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