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# The Faerie Queene (1590/1596)/Books 1 to 3 (1590)

THE FAERIE
QVEENE.
Disposed into twelue books,
Fashioning XII. Morall vertues.
LONDON Printed for William Ponsonbie. 1590.
Books (not listed in original)
* Book I
* Book II
* Book III
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 54

Chap. LIV.—An Act to authorize the legislature of the State of Ohio to sell a certain part of a tract of land, reserved for the use of that state.
Be it enacted, &c., That the legislature of the State of Ohio shall be, and are hereby authorized and empowered to cause to be selected and sold, in such manner, and on such terms and conditions as they may by law direct, any one section not exceeding the quantity of six hundred and forty acres, of the tract of land of six miles square, reserved for the benefit of that state, at the Scioto salt springs: Provided, That the section so selected shall not include the said salt springs, and that the money arising from the sale of the aforesaid section shall be applied to the erection of a court-house, or other public buildings thereon, for the use of the county of Jackson, in said state; and whenever the selection and sale of the said section of land shall ​have been made, and the same shall be duly certified to the commissioner of the general land office, a patent shall be granted by the President of the United States, for the said section, in trust to such person or persons as the legislature of the state shall have appointed and authorized, to sell and execute titles to purchasers of the land aforesaid.
Apporved, April 16, 1816.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/14th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 59

Chap. LIX.—An Act for the relief of Richard Mitchell.
Released from the payment of a judgment.Be it enacted, &c., That Richard Mitchell, of the State of Tennessee, be, and he is hereby, released from the payment of two thousand and thirty dollars, being the balance remaining unsatisfied of a judgment obtained on the twenty-sixth day of January, one thousand eight hundred, against Reuben Saunders, Richard Mitchell, and others, in the district court of the United States, for East Tennessee: Provided, however, That nothing contained in this act shall be considered as releasing Reuben Saunders from any claim which the United States have against him, as collector of the internal revenues for the first division within the State of Tennessee.
Apporved, April 20, 1816.
# The Aparri News/Volume 1/Issue 45/Local Items

LOCAL ITEMS.
Mrs. I. Erwin, wife of Lieut. I. Erwin, 16th Infantry, has arrived in the city and will soon join the Lieut. to Ilagan.
Mrs. W. Lassiter, wife of Capt. W. Lassiter, 16th Infantry, arrived from the States on the "Aldecoa." They will reside in Ilagan.
The S. S. Aldecoa arrived Wednesday, with one pouch and twenty-five sacks of U. S. mail, and a large cargo of commissary stores.
The friends of Ex-Sergeant Louis Steere will be glad to know that he is now permanently located in Amberville, Kans., and is doing well.
The post was treated to something new in the way of flags, Wednesday, as the officials did some signalling to the "Albert" after that vessel had anchored outside.
Mr. L. L. Watts has opened a saloon in the building formerly occupied by Perry. Mr. Watts would be pleased to have all his old friends in the 16th to give him a call.
A detachment of "M" Company, with a herd of horses, arrived from Echague Wednesday. This detachment was left at Echague at the time the consignment to Aparri.
At the present time an unusual large number of American ladies are stopping in the city and no doubt many fine entertainments and other social functions in higher social circles will be a feature of the coming month.
The U. S. A. T. Port Albert arrived from Manila Wednesday, with a consignment of horses, mules, and forage, to the Q. M. Dept., to be used in this District in mounting troops stationed in remote districts and for increasing the pack train service not in use up the river. A large number of teamsters and packers also arrived on the same vessel.
Several of the officers stationed here, went to San Vincente, Thursday, on the "Albert" to witness the unloading of the cargo of homes and mules, as this is a very interesting feat, as the work must be done with cascoes and the animals do not always take kindly to such fragile boats, thereby causing much amusement for the onlooker and much excitement for the native boatmen.
# The Aparri News/Volume 1/Issue 45/Calls Changed

CALLS CHANGED.
New orders have been issued changing the time many of the "calls" in this post. Guard mount now takes place at 9:00 a. m., instead of at 4:30 p. m. as was the custom under the old order. Drill call feature of the day now, the troops drilling one hour daily, except Saturday and Sunday. Tuesdays and Thursdays are dress parade days, and Wednesdays drill hour will be consumed in lectures on "first aid to wounded."
# Caroling Dusk/The Baker's Boy

THE BAKER’S BOY
# Krilof and His Fables/The Geese

The Geese.
A Peasant, with a long rod in his hand, was driving some Geese to a town where they were to be sold; and, to tell the truth, he did not treat them over-politely. In hopes of making a good bargain, he was hastening on so as not to lose the market-day (and when gain is concerned, geese and men alike are apt to suffer). I do not blame the peasant; but the Geese talked about him in a different spirit, and, whenever they met any passers-by, abused him to them in such terms as these:
"Is it possible to find any Geese more unfortunate than we are? This Moujik harasses us so terribly, and chases us ​about just as if we were common Geese. The ignoramus does not know that he ought to pay us reverence, seeing that we are the noble descendants of those geese to whom Rome was once indebted for her salvation, and in whose honour even feast-days were specially appointed there."
"And do you want to have honour paid you on that account?" a passer-by asked them.
"Why, our ancestors——"
"I know that—I have read all about it; but I want to know this—of what use have you been yourselves?"
"Why, our ancestors saved Rome!"
"Quite so: but what have you done?"
"We? Nothing."
"Then what merit is there in you? Let your ancestors rest in peace—they justly received honourable reward; but you, my friends, are only fit to be roasted!"
It would be easy to make this fable still more intelligible; but I am afraid of irritating the Geese.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Lion and the Panther

The Lion and the Panther.
Once on a time, in ancient days, the Lion maintained a very long contest with the Panther about certain disputed forests, valleys, and caves. To go to law about their rights—this was not in accordance with their charac­ ters; for, in matters relating to law, the strong are often blind. For such affairs they have their own rule,—"Who conquers is right." But at last, that they might not eternally squabble, with claws ever becoming more blunt, our heroes determined to submit their dispute to law. Their intention was to put an end to their fighting, to settle all hostilities, and then, as is customary, to conclude a peace which should last uninterrupted—until the next quarrel.
"Let us each choose a secretary at once," proposes the Panther to the Lion, "and decide according as the two secre­ taries shall advise. I, for instance, will choose the Cat. It is not a very good-looking little animal; but, then, its con­ science is clear. But do you, for your part, nominate the Ass, for it belongs to a distinguished order in the state; and, to tell the truth, you will have in it a very enviable beast. Trust me as a friend in this. All your court and council together are scarcely worth its hoof. Let us accept whatever arrangements it and my Cat may make."
​And the Lion sanctioned the first part of the Panther's scheme without opposition; only he chose the Fox, instead of the Ass, to represent him in the discussion, saying to himself, after so doing,
"Truly, there is but little good to be gained from him whom an enemy recommends."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Comb

The Comb.
A loving mother bought a good strong Comb to keep her boy's hair in order. The child never let his new present go out of his hands. Whether playing or learning his alphabet, he was always lovingly passing his Comb through the twining curls of his waving golden hair, soft as fine flax. And what a Comb it was! Not only did it not pull out his hair, but it never even got caught in it; so smoothly and easily did it glide through his locks. It was a priceless Comb in the eyes of the child. But at last it happened, one day, that the Comb was mislaid. Our boy went playing and ​romping about, until he got his hair into a regular tangle. Scarcely had the nurse touched it, when he began to howl,
"Where is my Comb?"
At last it was found; but when they tried to pass it through his locks, it could not be moved either backwards or forwards: all it did was to pull his hair out by the roots, so as to bring the tears into his eyes.
"How wicked you are, you bad Comb!" cries the boy.
But the Comb replies,
"My dear, I am wbat I always was; only your hair has' become tangled."
Whereupon our young friend, giving way to rage and vexa­tion, flings his Comb into the river. And new the Naiads comb their hair with it.
In my time I have often seen men behave in a like man­ ner towards the truth. As long as we have a clear conscience, truth is agreeable to us, we hold it sacred, we listen to it and obey it; but as soon as a man has begun to do violence to his conscience, the truth becomes alien to his ears. Then every one resembles the boy who did not like to have his hair combed after it had got into a tangle.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Peasants and the River

The Peasants and the River.
Some Peasants, who had been driven out of all patience by the ruin which the brooks and rivulets had brought upon them by their overflowing, set out to seek redress from the River into which those streams fell. And, indeed, there was much reason for denouncing them. They had torn away the seed from the newly-sown fields, they had over­ thrown and washed away mills, and it was impossible to count the cattle they had drowned. But the River flows so gently, though indeed proudly: on its banks great cities stand, and no one ever hears such tricks laid to its charge. So, doubtless, it will put a check upon these streams.
​Thus did the Peasants reason among themselves. But what happened? When they had drawn near to the banks of the River, and looked out upon its surface, they saw that its stream was bearing along half of their missing property. The Peasants, without beginning a fruitless complaint, only gazed on the waters for awhile. Then, after looking in each other's faces, and shaking their heads, they returned home; and as they went, they said,
"Whyshould we waste our time? You'll never get any redress for what the children have stolen, so long as their parents go halves with them in the spoil."
[The best comment upon this fable is that supplied by Trutofsky's illustration of it. A number of peasants have come to lay before the district Ispravnik, or officer of rural police, a complaint against some of their petty oppressors. But, on arriving near the Ispravnik's house, they see that worthy standing in his verandah, bsnignantly smiling on the two men they have come to complain of, who are offering him a variety of presents, all of which the peasants recog­ nise as having formerly belonged to themselves. Horrified at the sight, they are evidently about to retire without laying their case before such a judge.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Bag

The Bag.
An empty Bag long lay neglected on the ground, in the cor­ ner of an antechamber, the lowest menials of the house often using it as a mat to rub their shoes upon. But suddenly our Bag was turned to honourable account, and filled full of ducats. In an iron-bound coffer it now lies in security. Its master caresses it with his own hand, and takes such care of it that not a breath of wind is able to ruffle it; no fly dares to light upon it. Besides this, the whole town becomes well acquainted with the Bag. If a friend comes to visit its master, he willingly begins to say pleasant things about the Bag. Whenever it is opened, every one smiles sweetly upon it; and whoever sits down by its side is sure to pat it or stroke it affectionately, seeing that it is universally respected. The Bag begins to be puffed up, to make much of itself, to air its cleverness. It begins to chatter and to give utterance to non­ sense, discussing and criticising everything: "This is not so," and "That man is a fool," or "That affair will turn out badly." Every one gives it his entire attention, listening with open mouth, although it talks nonsense enough to make their ears tingle. But, unfortunately, men have this weakness, that they are sure to admire whatever a Bag says, so long as it is full of ducats.
​But did the Bag long enjoy honour?—did its reputation for cleverness last, and was it long the object of endearment? Only until its last ducat had been taken out of it: then it was Hung out of doors, and nothing more was ever heard of it.
[To this Bag Krilof compares many of the wealthy brandy­ tax farmers. Some of them, he says, were once mere waiters in petty taverns, but have now grown rich, and assumed airs of importance. "A million is a great fact. Only, friends, don't be too proud. Shall I whisper the truth to you? God grant you may not get ruined! For, if you do, the same fate will befall you that befell the Bag."]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Snake

The Snake.
A Snake begged Jupiter to bestow upon her the voice of a nightingale.
"As I am," she says, "my life is hateful to me. Whereever I show myself, all who are weaker than I am are fright­ ened at the sight of me. And as to those who are stronger, God grant that I may escape from them alive! No, such a life as this I can no longer endure. But if I could sing in the forest like a nightingale, then, exciting admiration, I should obtain love and, perhaps, respect, and would become the life of festive meetings."
Jupiter granted the Snake's request. Not even a trace of her hideous hissing was retained by her. The Snake glided up a tree, chose a resting-place upon it, and began to sing as beautifully as any nightingale.
The birds flocked together from all sides, and would have perched close by her; but as soon as they caught sight of the songstress, away they all flew from the tree in a body. Whom could such a reception please?
"Is it possible you can find my voice disagreeable?" asks the Snake with vexation.
"No," replies a Starling: "it is sonorous, wonderful. In ​fact, you sing as well as the nightingale. But, to tell the truth, our hearts shuddered within us when we saw your sting. To us it is a terrible thing to be in your company. And so I will say this to you, but not with any intention of annoying you. We shall be delighted to hear your songs, only sing them at a little distance from us."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Mice

The Mice.
"Oh, sister! have you heard the terrible news?" said one Mouse on board a vessel to another. "The ship must have sprung a leak! Down below there, the water has risen as high as the very tip of my snout." (But in reality she had scarcely got her paws wet.) "And no wonder! our captain is either drunk or suffering from the effects of drunkenness, and the sailors are all each one lazier than the other. In fact, there is no kind of order anywhere. I cried out immediately, and let every one know that our ship was going to the bottom. What was the use? No one lent me an ear, just as if I had been spreading false news. But the fact is plain enough: one has only to look into the hold to see that the ship has not another hour to live. Surely, sister, it is not good that we should perish with the rest? Come, let us fling ourselves at once from the ship! Perchance the land is not far off."
With that our strange friends sprang into the sea, and—were drowned. But the ship, steered by a skilful hand, reached the harbour safe and sound.
Now will come questions: "But how about the captain, and the sailors, and the leak?"
​The teak was a little one, and besides, it was stopped im­ mediately. But the rest—was mere calumny.
[It is not clear to what this fable, which was first printed in 1833, has special reference, but Trutofsky's illustration of it will serve to give an idea of its general meaning. Two ladies of the landed proprietor class are talking about the emancipation of the serfs. One of them has in her hand a copy of the famous decree of February 19, 1861, by which serfdom was abolished in Russia, and is evidently whispering fearful forebodings into the ear of the other, who holds up her hands in horror. From a corner of the room a bare­ footed peasant girl quietly watches the two terrified ladies. The slaveholding Mice evidently think that the ship of the State is sinking fast.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Peasant and the Dog

The Peasant and the Dog.
A Peasant, who was a great economist, and the pos­ sessor of a well-to-do homestead, hired a Dog to watch his courtyard and bake his bread, and, besides all this, to hoe and water his young cabbages.
"What stuff is this he's made up?" says the reader. "There's neither rhyme nor reason in it! Let's suppose the Dog watched the courtyard. Good! But has any one ever seen dogs baking bread or watering cabbages?"
Reader! I should not have been altogether justified if I had answered in the affirmative. But the matter in question is not that, but this—that our Barbos undertook to do all these things, and demanded and got triple pay in conse­ quence.
For Barbos this was capital. What did any one else matter?
Meanwhile the Peasant got ready for the fair, Avent to it, amused himself there for a time, and then came home again. At his first glance round—life became a burden to him; he tore and raged with vexation. There was no bread in the house, there were no cabbages; and, besides this, a thief had slipped into the yard and stripped the store-room bare.
​On Barbos then burst a storm of abuse; but he had his excuse ready for everything. It was utterly impossible for him to bake bread on account of having to look after the cabbages. The cabbage-garden turned out a failure merely because the constant guarding of the courtyard left him without a foot to stand on. And he had not observed the thief, simply because he was at that moment preparing to bake the bread.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Feast

The Feast.
Once, during a year of dearth, the Lion prepared a rich feast as a means of general consolation. Cou­ riers and heralds were sent out to invite the guests—the animals both small and great.
From all sides they crowd together on the invitation to the Lion's abode. How could such an invitation possibly be refused? A feast is a good thing even at a time which is not one of dearth.
Well, there came among others a Marmot, a Fox, and a Mole; only they came an hour after the proper time, and found that the guests were already at table. The Fox, un­ luckily, had had its hands full of business; the Marmot had lost a great deal of time in getting up and washing itself, and the Mole had lost its way. However, none of them were inclined to go home empty, so, spying a vacant place near the Lion, all three tried to make their way to it.
"Hark ye, brothers!" said the Panther to them; "there is plenty of room there, only it isn't intended for you. The Elephant is coming there, and he will turn you out; or, worse still, will squeeze you to death. So if you don't want to go away hungry, you will stop there on the threshold. ​You will get your fill, and that's a thing to thank God for! The places in front are not for the like of you. They're kept for animals of a large size only; but those of the little ones who don't like to eat standing, had better keep their seats at home."
[This fable was not printed till 1869, when it appeared for the first time in a collection of essays, etc., about Krilof, published at St. Petersburg by the Imperial Academy of Sciences. Appended to the MS. was the following note, by a daughter of Krilof's friend and patron, Olenine.—"At the time when this fable was written by Krilof, the censors would not allow it to be printed."]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Funeral

The Funeral.
In Egypt, in the olden time, whenever people wanted to bury any one in a very sumptuous style, it wms the cus­ tom to have professional female mourners to wail behind the coffin.
Once upon a time, at a grand funeral, a number of these mourners, uttering loud howls, were escorting home a dead man who had passed from this transitory life to everlasting rest.
Then a stranger, who fancied that in them he saw the whole family of the defunct a prey to unfeigned woe, said to them:
"Tell me, wouldn't you be pleased if I were to bring him to life for you? I am a magician, and so I have the power of doing such things. We keep about us such exorcisms—the corpse will come to life in a moment."
"Father," they all cried out, "pray give us poor creatures that pleasure! There is only one other favour we would ask—that he may die again at the end of four or five days. While he was alive here there was no good at all in him, and there scarcely could be any if he were to live longer. But ​if he were to die, why, then, of course, they would have to hire us to howl for him again."
[Krilof need scarcely have gone all the way to Egypt for is "howlers." Numbers of women earn a comfortable livelihood in Russia as "crieresses," being employed not only at funerals, but also at marriages—for the bride is expected to mourn freely at having to leave her father's home, and pass from the state of "maiden liberty" to that of married subjection, and the "crieress" is invaluable as prompting her with the wailings appropriate to the occasion.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Council of the Mice

The Council of the Mice.
Once upon a time the Mice took it into their heads to glorify themselves, to spread abroad the fame of their deeds from the cellar to the attic, and, in spite of cats, male and female, to drive cooks and housekeepers out of their senses.
And to this end it was resolved to convene a council, in which those only should be allowed to sit whose tails were as long as the rest of their bodies.
It is acknowledged among mice that the longer a mouse's tail is, the wiser he is sure to be, and the quicker in every­ thing. Whether this be true or not we will not inquire at present. We ourselves, for the matter of that, often judge of a man's wisdom according to the cut of his dress or his beard.
But you must know that by general consent it was decided that only long-tailed members should be admitted into the council. As for those who unfortunately had no tails, al­ though they might have lost them in battle, yet, inasmuch as such loss is a sign of folly or carelessness, they should not be admitted into the council, in order that mice should ​thereby be deterred from losing their tails through their own fault.
Everything was duly arranged; it was proclaimed that the assembly would be held as soon as it was night, and finally the sitting was opened in a meal-bin.
But, as soon as the seats had been taken, there sat a rat without a tail!
A young Mouse, who saw that, turned to a grey-haired Mouse, and said,
"What right has that tailless one to sit here with us? What has become of our regulation? Call out that he may be expelled at once! You know that our people don't like the tailless. And is it likely that we could find of any use to us one who had not managed to saveeven his own tail? Why, he will be the ruin not only of us, but of the whole under-floor population."
But the old Mouse replied,
"Hush! I know all that; but that rat is my gossip."
[La Fontaine's fable, "Le Conseil tenu par les Rats," was translated by Khvostof, under the title adopted in the pre­sent case by Krilof, Sovyet Muishei; but the two fables have nothing else in common. The rat most probably represents some great man who, although disqualified for office, as­ sumed it in an assembly of smaller people. But what his name was does not appear.]