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# Van Bibber and Others

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   ... follow the fortunes of Van Bibber, who comes up again fresh, smiling, and boutonnièred in a dozen adventures of Knickerbocker life. As a moralist, this charming old friend seems to us a bit of a poseur; but in the lighter affairs of life, as a struggler after economy, as a rescuer of lost collies, as a discourager of fraud in making a beggar just from breakfast eat a hearty meal under his personal inspection, he is truly engaging and debonair. The strongest work in the book is to be found in "An Unfinished Story," which is masterly in its force and originality. —extract from The Nation, 16 June 1892. Full review on the Discussion page
"CAN I SIT UP HERE BESIDE YOU, OR DO YOU RULE ALONE?" [See page 12.]
VAN BIBBER AND OTHERS
BY
By Richard Harding Davis
AUTHOR OP "GALLEGHER, AND OTHER STORIES"
"STORIES FOR BOYS" ETC.
NEW YORK
HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE
1892
Copyright, 1892, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
All rights reserved.
TO
MY FATHER
L. CLARKE DAVIS
WHO HAS BEEN MY KINDEST AND
MY SEVEREST CRITIC

### CONTENTS

* page
* Her First Appearance 3
* Van Bibber's Man-Servant 37
* The Hungry Man Was Fed 47
* Van Bibber at the Races 57
* An Experiment in Economy 67
* Mr. Travers's First Hunt 77
* Love Me, Love My Dog 85
* Eleanore Cuyler 95
* A Recruit at Christmas 133
* A Patron of Art 145
* Andy M'gee's Chorus Girl 159
* A Leander of the East River 169
* How Hefty Burke Got Even 183
* Outside the Prison 197
* An Unfinished Story 223

### ILLUSTRATIONS

* "CAN I SIT UP HERE BESIDE YOU, OR DO YOU RULE ALONE?'" Frontispiece.
* BUT HE KNEW THAT WAS NOT THE REASON" Facing p. 18
* "'EVEN TO-DAY, THERE IS THE CHANCE SAMARITAN'" 26
* "'ARE YOU READY, ELEANORE?' SHE ASKED, BRISKLY" 106
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# The Conservative (Lovecraft)/October 1916/By the Waters of the Brook

By the Waters of the Brook
Where waters slip like liquid lightning over polish'd stones, Swift darting, glinting, flashing--shooting back the golden rays Of dazzling sun; whore one can hear the deep-voic'd undertones Of diapason, and the overtones of crystal lays Which sing through wooded canyon halls: there, free from toil and care, In sweet abandon, loves my soul with Nature to commune;
For there abide the harmonies of peace, and all the rare Enchantments and repose of life's sweet dream-imposing rune.
And by the waters of the crystal brook, which tumbling surge Adown their stony bed, there comes to me the rhythmic swing Of plashing sea like far-off chimes of silver bells; the urge Of rolling tide and waves; the golden-russet glistening Of ocean's wide expanse; the Joyous shout of Wonder's call. And all the charm of pent-up witcheries which so abound In stream and sea, in fair cascades, and in the waterfall, Which fashion symphonies supreme from riotings of sound.
'Tis there (O wondrous truth) as upward looks my eager ken To search the rugged face of tow'ring crags, to scan the high Encircling mountains, great and staunch--my soul feals glad that men Nor cross my path, nor throw discordant thoughts into the sky Of my content. My life is sweet, and peaceful are my days, As hour by hour I sit within God's temple-close which He Hath built for those who worship Him through Nature's songful praise, And find themselves with Him in rapt accord and harmony.
'Tis there I strike from off my weary soul the binding thongs Which so enthrall the freedom of life's joyous course; and there Is joy I quaff the chalice sweet of Nature's gladsome songs Which pulse and throb like life upon the unpolluted air; 'Tis there I feel no more like bent and shackled slave, no more Like one fast bound, and sold to do a task for shining pelf. But like a free, upstanding soul which may in peace adore The God supreme of all--the kindred to my highest self.
Eugene B. Kuntz, D.D.
# The Conservative (Lovecraft)/January 1917/When New-Year Comes

When New-Year Comes
When New-Year comes into your home And smiles upon you with its cheer, Turn then your back upon the gloam Of all that in the past was drear. Roach out your hand and grasp the new, And let the old go as it will. And drink Life's cup of sweeter brew-- Forget the draught that tasted ill!
Draw to your heart the tendrils fair Of Friendship, such as never dies; And give to others share for share Of Love that charms and glorifies. Tears may be yours, and anguish, too, And hours of darkness and of pain, But God will give, dear friend, to you, The sunshine after sorrow's rain!
Eugene B. Kuntz, D.D.
# Project Mercury - A Chronology

NASA SP-4001
Project Mercury
A Chronology
Prepared by James M. Grimwood, Historical Branch, Manned Spacecraft Center, Houston, Texas, as MSC Publication HR-1
National Aeronautics and Space Administration
Washington, D.C.
For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, U.S. Government Printing Office, Washington, D.C., 20402 — Price $1.50
Mercury Spacecraft with Escape Tower.
​Contents
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# The Strand Magazine/Volume 10/Issue 55

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* The Exploits of Brigadier Gerard. IV. How the Brigadier Came to the Castle of Gloom, by A. Conan Doyle. Illustrated by W. B. Wollen.
* Sir Edward Burne-Jones, by L. T. Meade.
* A True Ghost Story by Countess of Munster. Illustrated by Florence K. Upton.
* Centenarians by Netta Esplin Cargill. Illustrated by Florence K. Upton.
* Stared Into Submission from the Italian. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* From Behind the Speaker's Chair by Henry W. Lucy. Illustrated by F. C. Gould.
* The Queen's Secret by Mrs. Skey. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Lord Hawke
* Herbert Gladstone
* May Yohe
* Windham Wyndham-Quin
* The Romance of Our News Supply, by William G. FitzGerald.
* Stories from the Diary of a Doctor, Second Series. VII. A Doctor's Dilemma, by L. T. Meade and Clifford Halifax. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* Some Notable Hymns, by Francis Arthur Jones.
* Some Remarkable Wedding-Cakes, by Framley Steelcroft.
* Gleams from the Dark Continent. I. The Veiled Idol of Kor, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Fables: An Old Crab and a Young by J. A. Shepherd.
# Battle Hymn of the Republic

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Howe wrote this hymn in 1861 as a set of alternative lyrics to the popular marching song "John Brown's Body". It was first published in The Atlantic Monthly on 1 February 1862 with the sixth verse left off. Outside the U.S. it is also called Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory.
Like "John Brown's Body", the Battle Hymn is sung to the tune originally used for "Say, Brothers, Will You Meet Us", a camp song attributed to William Steffe.

## Lyrics

* "Battle Hymn of the Republic" in The Atlantic Monthly (February 1862)
* Battle Hymn of the Republic (1863 Philadelphia: Supervisory Committee for Recruiting Colored Regiments)
* "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" in The Story of the Battle Hymn of the Republic (1916)

## Sheet music

* Battle Hymn of the Republic (1862 Boston: Oliver Ditson & Co.) set to "Glory Hallelujah" melody (transcription project)
** Battle Hymn of the Republic (1890 Boston: Oliver Ditson & Co.) set to "Glory Hallelujah" melody (transcription project)
* "Battle Hymn of the Republic" in The Riverside song book (1893)
* "Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory" in The Army and Navy Hymnal (1920)

## Film renditions

* "Battle Hymn of the Republic" (1928), an excerpt performed in the 1928 rerelease of the 1927 film Uncle Tom's Cabin

## See also

* The Story of the Battle Hymn of the Republic (1916) by Florence Marion Hall
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# The Description of Greece

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The Ἑλλάδος Περιήγησις (Hellados Periegesis, "Description of Greece"), also formerly often known by its Latin titles De Situ Graecia and Graecae Descriptio, is a work of cultural geography purporting to record and reflect upon the travels of Pausanius around 2nd-century Greece.
English-language translations of Ἑλλάδος Περιήγησις include:
* Pausanias's Description of Greece (1897), translated and annotated by J. G. Frazer
* The Description of Greece (1918–1935), translated by W. H. S. Jones and H. A. Ormerod
* The Description of Greece (1797), translated by Thomas Taylor
# Maryland Constitution of 1867

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Adopted on September 18, 1867.
# The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1918/Criticism of Amateur Journals

Criticism of Amateur Journals
By Philip B. McDonald Assistant Professor of Engineering English, University of Colorado
Someone has said that what the American people need is more and better critics. We are an optimistic, exuberant nation, interested more in quantity than in quality. Constructiveness appeals to us - getting ahead, progress, and quick results. Individuals who criticise are termed "knockers"; people who are conservative are called pessimists.
Yet our nation has got to a stage of development where quality is becoming as important as quantity. We are beginning to see the need for a more intensive training of the refinements, a cultivation of the "great imponderables." Americans are being brought to a stage of introspection and self-analysis; we are comparing ourselves with the Europeans with whom we are coming in contact.
Moderate criticism is valuable. It should, however, be liberal, kindly, and suggestive, rather than opinionated, rigid, and inflexible. Adverse criticism of one phase should be tempered with praise of another. We all like helpful criticism that points out our faults in a tactful manner, but we also like occasional praise -- particularly if it seems spontaneous.
In writing, it is more important to be interesting than to be correct. Often as a writer becomes more correct, he ceases to be interesting. Almost anyone prefers to read an interesting journal, in spite of faults in grammar, to a dull paper that is correct. A touch of humanness that appeals to the readers, does more good than a wooden remark that is only rhetoric.
In matters of taste and opinion, there are as great differences as the world is wide. One man's hobby is another's pet aversion. A likes fat girls, B prefers them slender, C likes none at all, while D loves them all, and so it goes. This being a free country, it is well to be broadminded in matters of opinion. Democracy should not mean mediocrity at the expense of everyone agreeing with everyone else.
# The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1918/Upon the Brink

Upon the Brink
By Eugene B. Kuntz, D. D.
I’ve often stood upon the brink where Death Holds out his wither’d hand to lead one hence To realms invisible; and there the breath Of strangest mystery from worlds immense, Pass’d gently o’er my soul like odours sweet From blossoms of immortal grace. I’ve stood And long’d to go—and yet held back my feet From paths which end in Life’s eternal good.
So oft I’ve wearied of the task which holds Me fetter’d to my earthly lot, and sigh’d For freedom and for rest from clinging folds Of Time’s habiliment: and yet when wide Dun shadows crept my way, me to embrace In that long sleep, and bear me to Death’s shore, I’ve turn’d to Earth again my tear-stain’d face, Content to linger for a moment more.
’Tis not because I fear to die, my heart Grows eager to remain: but Oh, there seems So much one needs to do: so great a part One dare not leave undone; so many dreams That should be brought to sweet fruition’s goal: So many Whys and Wherefores yet to test; So many parts to join, so that the whole May lastly answer Life’s most eager quest.
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/The Preacher and the Slave

THE PREACHER AND THE SLAVE.
By Joe Hill.
(Tune: "Sweet Bye and Bye.")
Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right; But when asked how 'bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet:
CHORUS:
You will eat, bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky; Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die.
And the starvation army they play, And they sing and clap and they pray Till they get all your coin on the drum, Then they'll tell you when you're on the bum:
Holy Rollers and jumpers come out, And they holler, they jump and they shout. "Give your money to Jesus," they say, "He will cure all diseases today."
If you fight hard for children and wife— Try to get something good in this life— You're a sinner and bad man, they tell, When you die you will sure go to hell.
Workingmen of all countries, unite, Side by side we for freedom will fight; When the world and its wealth we have gained To the grafters we'll sing this refrain:
LAST CHORUS:
You will eat, bye and bye, When you've learned how to cook and to fry Chop some wood, 'twill do you good, And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye.
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/They are All Fighters

THEY ARE ALL FIGHTERS.
By Richard Brazier.
(Tune: "San Antonio.")
There is a bunch of honest workingmen; They're known throughout the land. They've seen the horrors of the bull-pen, From Maine to the Rio Grande. They've faced starvation, hunger, privation; Upon them the soldiers were hurled. Their organization is known to the nation As the Industrial Workers of the World. Then hail to this fighting band! Good luck to their union grand!
CHORUS:
They're all fighting from the word go, And to the master They'll bring disaster. And if you'll join them They'll let you know Just the reason the boss must go.
They've faced the Pinkerton and Gatling guns In defense of their natural rights; They proved themselves to be labor sons In all of the workers' fights; They have been hounded by power unbounded Of capitalists throughout the land, But all are astounded, our foes are confounded For we still remain a union grand. Then hail to this fighting band!
You live on coffee and on doughnuts; The Boss lives on porterhouse steak. You work ten hours a day and live in huts; The Boss lives in the palace you make. You face starvation, hunger, privation, But the Boss is always well fed. Though of low station you've built this nation— Built it upon your dead. Then when will you ever get wise; When will you open your eyes?
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/There is Power in a Union

THERE IS POWER IN A UNION.
By Joe Hill.
(Tune: "There Is Power in the Blood.")
Would you have freedom from wage slavery, Then join in the grand Industrial band; Would you from mis'ry and hunger be free, Then come! Do your share, like a man.
CHORUS:
There is pow'r, there is pow'r In a band of workingmen, When they stand hand in hand, That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r That must rule in every land— One Industrial Union Grand.
Would you have mansions of gold in the sky, And live in a shack, way in the back? Would you have wings up in heaven to fly, And starve here with rags on your back?
If you've had "nuff" of "the blood of the lamb" Then join in the grand, Industrial band; If, for a change, you would have eggs and ham, Then come, do your share, like a man.
If you like sluggers to beat off your head, Then don't organize, all unions despise, If you want nothing before you are dead, Shake hands with your boss and look wise.
Come, all ye workers, from every land, Come, join in the grand Industrial band, Then we our share of this earth shall demand. Come on! Do your share, like a man.
"Why should one man's belly be empty when ten men can produce enough to feed a hundred?"
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

TA-RA-RA BOOM DE-AY.
By Joe Hill.
I had a job once threshing wheat, worked sixteen hours with hands and feet. And when the moon was shining bright, they kept me working all the night. One moonlight night, I hate to tell, I "accidentally" slipped and fell. My pitchfork went right in between some cog wheels of that thresh-machine.
CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! It made a noise that way, And wheels and bolts and hay, Went flying every way. That stigny rube said, "Well! A thousand gone to hell." But I did sleep that night, I needed it all right.
Next day that stingy rube did say, "I'll bring my eggs to town today; You grease my wagon up, you mutt, and don't forget to screw the nut." I greased his wagon all right, but, I plumb forgot to screw the nut. And when he started on that trip, the wheel slipped off and broke his hip.
SECOND CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! It made a noise that way. That rube was sure a sight, And mad enough to fight; His whiskers and his legs Were full of scrambled eggs: I told him, "That's too bad— I'm feeling very sad."
And then that farmer said, "You turk! I bet you are an I-Won't Work." He paid me off right there, By Gum! So I went home and told my chum. Next day when threshing did commence, my chum was Johnny on the fence; And 'pon my word, that awkward kid, he dropped his pitchfork, like I did.
THIRD CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! It made a noise that way, And part of that machine Hit Reuben on the bean. He cried, "Oh me, oh my; I nearly lost my eye." My partner said, "You're right— It's bedtime now, good night."
But still that rube was pretty wise, these things did open up his eyes. He said, "There must be something wrong; I think I work my men too long." He cut the hours and raised the pay, gave ham and eggs for every day, Now gets his men from union hall, and has no "accidents" at all.
FOURTH CHORUS:
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! That rube is feeling gay; He learned his lesson quick, Just through a simple trick. For fixing rotten jobs And fixing greedy slobs, This is the only way, Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
Education is ammunition. Organization the weapon. Aim true and keep your powder dry.
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/Hold the Fort

HOLD THE FORT.
(English Transport Workers' Strike Song)
We meet today in Freedom's cause, And raise our voices high, We'll join our hands in union strong, To battle or to die.
CHORUS:
Hold the fort for we are coming Union men be strong. Side by side we battle onward Victory will come.
Look my Comrades, see the union Banners waving high. Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh.
See our numbers still increasing; Hear the bugle blow. By our union we shall triumph Over every foe.
Fierce and long the battle rages, But we will not fear. Help will come whene'er it's needed, Cheer, my Comrades, cheer.
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/The Ninety and Nine

THE NINETY AND NINE.
By Rose Elizabeth Smith
(Tune: "Ninety and Nine.")
There are ninety and nine that work and die, In hunger and want and cold, That one may revel in luxury, And be lapped in the silken fold. And ninety and nine in their hovels bare, And one in a palace of riches rare.
From the sweat of their brow the desert blooms And the forest before them falls;
Their labor has builded humble homes, And cities with lofty halls; And the one owns cities and houses and lands And the ninety and nine have empty hands.
But the night so dreary and dark and long, At last shall the morning bring; And over the land the victor's song Of the ninety and nine shall ring, And echo afar, from zone to zone, "Rejoice! for Labor shall have its own."
# Songs of the Workers (9th edition)/The Road to Emancipation

THE ROAD TO EMANCIPATION.
By Lone Wolf
(Tune: "Tipperary.")
Now, workingmen, you know you live a life of misery, So join the union of your class, determined to be free. Don't let the master gouge your lives for many years to come, But organize upon the job and put him on the bum.
CHORUS:
It's the road to Emancipation, it's the right way to go; For the toilers to run the nation, and the world both high and low. Kick in, and do your duty; for it's up to you and me— It's the One Big Union of the Workers that will bring prosperity.
Don't be a meek and lowly slave like lots of those you meet, Don't be a servile scissorbill and lick the bosses' feet. Don't let them starve you off the earth, don't fear their prison cell, Make your laws in the union hall—the rest can go to hell.
Now, workingmen, the masters they have no more jobs to give; You must form the taking habit if you ever wish to live. Postponing meals is suicide on the installment plan, So organize to get the goods, and take them like a man.