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# Men of Invention and Industry

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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"Men there have been, ignorant of letters; without art, without eloquence; who yet had the wisdom to devise and the courage to perform that which they lacked language to explain. Such men have worked the deliverance of nations and their own greatness. Their hearts are their books; events are their tutors; great actions are their eloquence." — MACAULAY.

## Contents

* Preface
* Chapter I: Phineas Pett -- Beginings of English Shipbuilding
* Chapter II: Francis Pettit Smith -- Practical introducer of the Screw Propeller
* Chapter III: John Harrison -- Inventor of the Marine Chronometer
* Chapter IV: John Lombe -- Introducer of the Silk Industry into England
* Chapter V: William Murdock -- His Life and Inventions
* Chapter VI: Frederick Koenig -- Inventor of the Steam-printing Machine
* Chapter VII: The Walters of The Times -- Inventor of the Walter Press
* Chapter VIII: William Clowes -- Book-printing by Steam
* Chapter IX: Charles Bianconi -- A lession of Self-Help in Ireland
* Chapter X: Industry in Ireland -- Through Connaught and Ulster to Belfast
* Chapter XI: Shipbuilding in Belfast -- Its Origin and Progress
* Chapter XII: Astronomers and students in humble life -- A new Chapter in the 'Pursuit of Knowledge under Difficulties'
# A Book of Czech Verse/A. Klášterský

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A. KLÁŠTERSKÝ (1866–1938)
RÁNO
Dyž sem šel s Mankou z muziky, lidi huž stávali k práci, venku se pjekně bryjdilo, tůlik huž zpívali ptáci.
Já sem je s Mankou poslouchal, bula to veliká krása, cítil sem, ve mňe teký tak něco že zpívá ha jásá.
Manka mňe pádla na prsa, šáteček muchlala v pěsti, tichounce, tiše plakala ze samý lásky ha chčestí.
A. KLÁŠTERSKÝ (1866–1938)
MORNING
When I came out with Manka from dancing The folks were already astir, The light of the morning was breaking, And the song of the birds filled the air.
I stood there with Manka and listened, And great was the beauty we had; And I felt there was something within me That sang with the birds and was glad.
Then Manka sank down on my bosom, And she crumpled her handkerchief tight, So gently, so quietly weeping, Out of sheer love and delight.
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HU “DOBRÝ VODY”
Tám hu Dobrý vody v Draženovský hoře Panynka Marija hojí každý hoře.
Každýmu pomůže voda z tý studánky, jen mňe nepomohla zapomít tě, Manky.
Zapomít, jak věčnou slibovala’s lásku, srce touž mi bolí, muj zlatyj vobrázku.
AT THE “GOOD WATER”
At yonder Good Water On Drazeny hill, There the good Virgin Mary She heals every ill.
The well with its water Has never failed yet. Only me, Manka, never It helped to forget.
Forget how you promised We never should part. How precious your portrait! How heavy my heart!
# A Book of Czech Verse/Acknowledgments

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
It is a pleasure to express my thanks to the following Czech writers, or their copyright owners, who have allowed me to reproduce their poems in this book:
Jiři Reif, for Jarní Noc and Vánoce by J. Vrchlický; Madame Marešová-Machar, for Posel by J. S. Machar; A. Klášterský, for Ráno and Hu “Dobrý Vody”; P. Bezruč, for Kdo na moje místo?; The Czechoslovak Literary Fund (Český Literarní-Fond), for Jarní Noc by O. Březina; Madame Horová, for Okno by J. Hora; The Regional Council, Prostějev, for Balada o Očích Topičových by J. Wolker; V. Nezval, for the first three stanzas of “Po deštíku který crčí v rákosí . . .” and Sbohem a Šáteček; J. Seifert, for “Z těch písní, . . .”; Madame Halasová, for Smrt by F. Halas; V. Holan, for Neštěstí.
In making some of these arrangements I have been grateful for the kind help of the Czechoslovak Theatrical and Literary Agency (Dilia).
I gratefully acknowledge my debt to all those who have given me the benefit of their advice in preparing this collection. I am especially indebted to Mr. J. F. N. Bradley, of Fitzwilliam House, Cambridge, for seeing the book through the press, and to the University of Adelaide for making possible its publication. I have also to thank the editors of Meanjin and Southerly for allowing me to reproduce material first published there.A. F.
# A Book of Czech Verse/Front matter

A. FRENCH
A BOOK OF
CZECH
VERSE
MACMILLAN
# A Book of Czech Verse/J. Seifert

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J. SEIFERT (Born 1901)
Z těch písní, které slyšel jsem, když poznával jsem cizí kraje, nejdražší jsou, jež naše zem na ústech lidu rozehraje. Když děcko zbožně poslouchá je, jich slova, něhu, tklivý spád, řeč na rtech matky rozehraje tu nejkrásnější ze sonát.
Z těch obloh, které viděl jsem, když poznával jsem cizí kraje, ta, kterou nese tato zem, nejsladší ze všech obloha je, a když si matka s děckem hraje, když pláče, když je samý smích, nejsladší děcku obloha je ta, kterou zří jí na očích.
(Born 1901)
Of all the songs I heard men sing In foreign countries far away, The dearest are the songs our land Has taught its people’s lips to play. And when the child devoutly hears Their words, their soft and plaintive fall, Upon a mother’s lips there sounds The loveliest sonnet of them all.
Of all the skies my eyes have seen In foreign countries far away, The sweetest skies of all are those The vistas of our land display. When with a child a mother plays, And when she laughs, and when she cries, The sweetest sky the child beholds Is that within its mother’s eyes.
# A Book of Czech Verse/F. Halas

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F. HALAS (1901–1949)
SMRT
Vysmát se stínu když za zády se krčí strachy bez sebe smrt rychle zhasí tvář a novou hvězdu rozžehne
Naslouchejte něžnému praskotu jejích čistých kroků ten praskot slýchávali jsme při česání dlouhých vlasů žen za umírání lásek
V kamení hlíně zasuto je žití naše pro ztrátu hadí koruny své hlavy neplačte ta země nás už necítí
Tisíckrát polykajíce štěstí polkli jsme jen smrt nápadníci hrobů hlas volá přes bdělost kohoutů za kuropění
V dutině noci nepovšimnut leží roh hojnosti smrt jej vysypává a umrlec v ústech hvězdu milosti spánku se dovolává
Hřbitov je nassát jedy nebesa nikdy je nepřijmou Kristus rozežraný měděnkou dotrpěl přízraky shrbených stínů znovu prodávají jej
F. HALAS (1901–1949)
DEATH
Laugh at the shadow, when still behind your back it crouches, with terror senseless; Quickly death blows out the face’s light, A new star kindling.
Hark to the gentle crack, its steps pure sounding; That crack we heard at combing of women’s flowing hair, At each love’s dying.
In gravel, dirt, our life is set, Then shed no tears for loss of serpent’s crown, That earth feels us no more.
A thousand times we drank of happiness, and swallowed only death: Betrothed to graves, a voice is calling Above the vigil of the cocks at crowing.
Amid the hollowness of night the horn of plenty lies unseen: Death empties it, and the corpse, that holds in mouth a star, Calls out for the boon of sleep.
Through the graveyard poisons seep, by heaven rejected, Christ, to green corroded, lies in death, By crouching shadows’ images anew betrayed.
# A Book of Czech Verse/F. L. Čelakovský

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F. L. ČELAKOVSKÝ (1799–1852)
ZIMNÍ
Jak mi smutna přichází ta letošní zima, jakoby se svět zakalil před očima mýma.
Všecky cesty, chodníčky sněhem zapadaly, po kterých jsme jindy, milý! spolu chodívali.
Však je mi tak všelijak, všude mne to souží, jedva že mi srdce z těla ven se nevytouží.
Je mi jako ptáčkovi, co na poli sedá, a na sněhu, ubožátko, zrnička si hledá.
Hledá, hledá zrnička, ale nenachází: tak mi také bez milého zima ta prochází.
F. L. ČELAKOVSKÝ (1799–1852)
WINTER SONG
How sad the winter seems this year, The sombre winter days. As if the world, before my eyes, Were wrapped in misty haze.
Now every road and every path Is blanketed with snow. The paths where once we two, my love, Together used to go.
And everywhere I feel myself With weariness oppressed. For yearning eats away my heart, And tears it from my breast.
I feel just as a bird must feel That settles on the ground, And in the snow, poor creature, sits, And looks for seeds around.
He looks, he looks for seeds around, But never finds he one: And so for me, without my love, The winter cold comes on.
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PTÁČE
Má zlatá matičko, ach, povězte mně, co to bez přestání pohrává ve mně?
Hraje to, zpívá to, chvilkami skáče; oč, že mám v srdéčku zavřené ptáče.
Klec máme na půdě, dojděte pro ni; však my to ptáčátko chytíme do ní.
Dáme je za okno, musí nám zpívat, když budem večeřet, když budem snídat.
THE BIRD
“Oh, tell me, mother dear, What stirs within my breast, That flutters playfully, And never gives me rest.
“It plays there and it sings Or leaps into the air. I feel within my heart A bird imprisoned there.”
“Go up into the loft And bring the cage you find. Your little bird we’ll catch And keep him there confined.
“Then to the window-sill The little bird we’ll bring. At supper-time to us, At breakfast, he will sing.”
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SLZY A VZDYCHÁNÍ
Kdyby všecky slzičky pohromadě byly, co jsou, milý, pro tebe oči moje lily, věru by se louky naše všecky zatopily.
Ach, kdyby to vzdychání pohromadě bylo, co mé srdce pro tebe, milá, vypustilo: věru na věži by naší zvony rozzvonilo.
TEARS AND SIGHS
The girl:
“If all the tears were gathered Together into view, The tears my eyes have ever, My dearest, shed for you, I know our every meadow Would swim in shining dew.”
The boy:
“If all the sighs were gathered And set together here, The sighs my heart has ever Heaved for you, my dear, I know that, on our tower, They’d ring the bells out clear.”
# A Book of Czech Verse/J. S. Machar

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J. S. MACHAR (1864–1942)
POSEL
Ó Sparťané, já spěchám od Thermopyl. Mě Leonidas vyslal umíraje . . .
. . . A padli všichni? . . . . . . Po zákonech vlasti. A těla barbarská se kol nich kupí jak hory a s těch sláva Lakoniky větrnou nohou po Helladě běží . . . . . . A můj syn Agil? . . . . . . Jako včely v úl svůj tak spěla kopí perská v prsa jeho . . . . . . Já smrtelného zrodila jsem syna. Ó bozi věční, teď jsem matkou šťastnou! . . .
. . . Tak. Pravdu díš. Však neblahý já posel, jenž slepým losem určen k službě trudné jsem místo svoje opustiti musil, kam poději se? Budu potácet se ve světle denním, živá kořist Hádu, a zhrda všech jen údělem mým bude. A když pak zemru, nikým neoželen, stín osamělý, Hádem bloudit budu, neb druzí z boje víc mne nepoznají, a k nim se hlásit sám—stud zabrání mi. . . .
J. S. MACHAR (1864–1942)
THE MESSENGER
“Spartans, from Thermopylae I run; Leonidas that sent me, as he died . . .” “Then all have fallen? . . .” “As their homeland’s writ Had bidden them. Around, barbaric dead Lie heaped like mountains. Thence, on airy foot, Laconian glory speeds through Hellas’ land.” “My son Agil . . .?” “Like bees that seek their hive, So flew a Persian spear within his breast . . .” “. . . My son . . . he was a mortal. O ye gods Eternal, now I feel a mother’s joy.”
“Why, so. Well spoken. Yet no blessing rests On me the courier, whom a sightless chance Has sentenced to this melancholy task, Compelled to leave my post. And whither now? To wander in the light of day, the spoil Of Hades, living on; and, for my lot, Contempt from all. And, when I die, unmourned, A lonely shade through Hades’ halls to stray; My comrades from the fight shall know me not, And shame will let me call to them no more.”
# A Book of Czech Verse/J. Hora

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J. HORA (1891–1945)
OKNO
Otevřel jsem okno do tmy tekuté, hvězdy na mne střikly se slavičím zpěvem. Pamatuješ na tmu se slavičím zpěvem v oné noci černé, husté, tekuté?
Otevřel jsem okno do tmy stříbrné, kolem mne jak šál se omotal šum jezu. Pamatuješ na tu těžkou vůni bezu na měkkém dně noci oné stříbrné?
Otevřel jsem okno do tmy, hovořící se slavíkem, jezem, s kruhy na měsíci, s doznívajícími kroky na silnici.
Otevřel jsem okno, kroky zašly v tichu, kroky našich dávných, sladkých, plachých hříchů po tekuté tmě a po stříbrném tichu.
J. HORA (1891–1945)
THE WINDOW
I opened the window to the flowing darkness, To drenching stars with the nightingale’s song. Remember the darkness, the nightingale’s song, That night in the blackness, the thick-flowing dark?
I opened the window to the silvery darkness, As winding about me the weir’s murmur fell. Remember the lilac’s heavy smell, In the yielding depths of that silvery night?
I opened the window to the darkness that echoed The weir, the nightingale, rings on the moon, And steps on the road that were fading away.
I opened the window: steps died into silence. The steps of our sweet, shy, distant sins, In the flowing darkness, the silvery silence.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Clara

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​SANTA CLARA (or Villa-Clara), the capital of Santa Clara province, Cuba, about 185 m. (by rail) E.S.E. of Havana. Pop. (1907) 16,702. It is situated near the centre of the island, on a plateau, between two small streams, and is served by the United Railways of Havana and by the Cuba and the Cuba Central railways, the last connecting the east and west lines with the north and south coasts. The streets are straight and wide, and there are many fine buildings. The oldest church is of the last third of the 18th century. The city is surrounded by fertile plains, which are cultivated in cane or devoted to grazing. Santa Clara was founded in 1689 by a band of schismatics from Remedios.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Barbara (Philippines)

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​SANTA BARBARA, a town of Iloilo province, island of Panay, Philippine Islands, on the S.E. coast, on the Ialaur river, a few miles N. of Iloilo, the capital of the province. Pop. (1903), after the annexation of Zárraga, Lucena, Pavía and Leganés, ​37,621; subsequently Pavia (pop. in 1903, 5700) was annexed to Jaro. There are 87 barrios or villages in the town, only three of these had a population in 1903 exceeding 1000. The language is Visayan. The principal industries are the cultivation of sugar cane, Indian corn, rice, cacao, coco-nut palm and tobacco, and the raising of cattle.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Catharina

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​SANTA CATHARINA, a southern maritime state of Brazil, bounded N. by Parana, E. by the Atlantic, S. by Rio Grande do Sul, and W. by Rio Grande do Sul and the Misiones territory of Argentina. Pop. (1900) 320,289; area 28,633 sq. m. The Serra do Mar rises not far from the coast and leaves only a narrow coast zone, and the plateau above is much broken with irregular ranges of mountains. The coast region, though in the temperate zone, is hot and humid. It is densely forested, is broken by swamps and lagoons, and is crossed by numerous short streams from the wooded slopes of the serras. The plateau is less densely wooded, but has some highly fertile plains, the open campos being partly devoted to stock raising. Except in the malarious coast zone, the climate is temperate, bracing and exceptionally healthy. The drainage is westward to the Parana, the rivers being tributaries of the Iguassú, which forms its northern boundary, and of the Uruguay, which forms its southern boundary. A number of prosperous German colonies—the largest and best known of which are Blumenau, Dona Francisca, Joinville, Itajahy, Brusque, Dom Pedro and São Bento—are devoted chiefly to agriculture. There is no cultivation on a large scale, as in São Paulo and the northern provinces. Coffee is produced to a limited extent. Indian corn, beans, onions, fruit and mandioca are the principal products. A prominent industry is the gathering and preparation of maté or Paraguayan tea (Ilex paraguayensis), which is an article of export. The mineral resources include coal, iron, silver, gold and petroleum, the first alone is mined. The only railway of the state, the Dona Thereza Christina, runs from Laguna, at the mouth of a lagoon of that name on the southern coast, northward to the port of Imbituba (about 4 m.) and thence westward up the valley of the Rio Tubarão to the coal fields of that name (69 m.). The coal is of inferior quality and the development of the mines, which were discovered in 1841, has not been a success. A later investigation shows that there are beds of better coal at a greater depth extending from Rio Grande do Sul to São Paulo. The capital of the state is Florianopolis (q.v.) also called Santa Catharina and Desterro, and its other towns are Blumenau, Lages (9356), Laguna (7282), Joinville (13,996), Itajahy (8875), Brusque (8094), São José (11,820), opposite Florianopolis, Tubarão (5495) and São Francisco (5583), a good port in the northern part of the state in direct communication with a majority of the German colonies.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Cruz de Tenerife

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​SANTA CRUZ DE TENERIFE, or De Santiago, a seaport and the capital of Teneriffe and of the Canary Islands; in 28° 28' N. and 16° 15' W., on the east coast. Pop. (1900) 38,419. Santa Cruz is the residence of the governor-general of the Canaries, the civil lieutenant-governor of the Teneriffe district, and the military governor of the island. It occupies a small plain bounded by rugged volcanic rocks, and seamed by watercourses which are dry almost throughout the year. Scarcely any vegetation, except cactuses and euphorbias, is to be seen in the neighbourhood. Almost the entire town was rebuilt in the 19th century, when its population more than trebled. The houses are generally low, with flat roofs; those of the better class are large, with a courtyard in the middle, planted with shrubs in the Spanish fashion. There are many good public buildings, including a school of navigation, technical institute, library, natural history museum and hospital. An aqueduct 5 m. long brings pure water from the mountains of the interior. Dromedaries from the adjacent islands of Lanzarote and Fuerteventura are used to convey merchandise and in agricultural operations. The town is defended by modern forts, but its ancient batteries have also been preserved. It was bombarded by the, British fleet under Blake in 1657, and by Nelson, who lost his arm during the attack, in 1797. Some British flags lost on that occasion hang in one of the churches. The anchorage is good, and a mole facilitates landing. Santa Cruz is an important coaling station and commercial centre. (See Canary Islands.)
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Cruz (California)

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​SANTA CRUZ, a city and the county-seat of Santa Cruz county, California, U.S.A., on the northern headland of the Bay of Monterey, about 75 m. S. of San Francisco. Pop. (1900) 5659 (1123 foreign-born); (1910) 11,146. It is served by the Southern Pacific railway. Santa Cruz is a popular seaside resort. The site of the city, which spreads back over bluffs and terraces to the foothills of the mountains (2000-3800 ft. in altitude), is very picturesque, and the scenery in the environs beautiful. Hills nearly enclose the city, protecting it from the ocean fogs. Monterey Bay has a remarkable variety of fish; and there is a large fish hatchery near the city. Fruits in great variety are grown in the valley and foothills. The mountains are covered with one of the noblest redwood forests of the state—the only one south of San Francisco; two groves, the Sempervirens Park (4000 acres) and the Fremont Grove of Big Trees, 5 m. from Santa Cruz, have been permanently preserved by the state. A Franciscan mission was established at Santa Cruz in 1791 and secularized in 1834, but was later destroyed. A pueblo or villa called Branciforte, one of the least important of the Spanish settlements (now a suburb of Santa Cruz), was founded in the vicinity in 1797, and before the American conquest was merged with the settlement that had grown up about the mission. The flag of the United States was raised over Santa Cruz in July 1846. The city was chartered in 1876.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Cruz (Philippine Islands)

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​SANTA CRUZ, chief town and capital of the province of La Laguna, Luzon, Philippine Islands, on the S.E. shore of Laguna de Bay, about 35 m. S.E. of Manila. Pop. of the municipality (1903) 12,747. Santa Cruz has numerous fine buildings and a large trade with Manila by way of the lake and Pasig river. Agriculture and manufacturing are important pursuits, the town being noted for its manufacture of palm wine. The language is Tagalog.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Santa Cruz (archipelago)

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​SANTA CRUZ, an archipelago of the Pacific Ocean, in the division of Melanesia, belonging to Great Britain. It is a scattered group of small volcanic islands, irregularly disposed from N.W. to S.E. between 8° 31' and 11° 40' S., 165° 38' and 168° E. The total land area is 380 sq. m., and the population is estimated at 5000.
At the north-western extremity, separated by a deep channel from the Solomon Islands, the following islands are clustered: the Duff and Matema or Swallow groups, Analogo, Tinakula or Volcano Island and others; from these a single chain curves S.E. and then E., consist in of Nitendi or Santa Cruz, the largest island, Tupua or Edgecombe, Vanikoro (Recherche), Tucopia, Anuda (Cherry) and Fataka (Mitie). In Vanikoro there are volcanic mountains up to 3030 ft. in height, and Tinakula is a constantly active volcano of 2200 ft. Nitendi is of less elevation (1215 ft. at the highest). Coral reefs are not extensive, excepting those surrounding Vanikoro. The islands are densely wooded, and have a flora akin to that of New Guinea. The land fauna is very scanty; that of the sea extremely rich and valuable to the natives, who are skilled fishermen and navigators. The climate is hot and humid, and storms are frequent. The natives are of Papuan stock, with an intermixture of other blood; but an exception is found in the Duff group, Tucopia and Anuda, which are inhabited by pure Polynesians. The natives live in villages (sometimes fortified). In the past they have proved treacherous, and cannibalism is not extinct. The work of missionaries, however, has borne good fruit. The islands are included in the British protectorate of the Southern Solomons. Some trade in copra is carried on.
The islands were discovered by the Spaniard Alvaro Mendaña in 1595, in which year he attempted to found a colony on Nitendi, but died there on the 18th of October. In 1767 Philip Carteret visited the archipelago, and called it the Queen Charlotte Islands, a name still sometimes used. During the next century, owing to the practice of kidnapping them as labourers, the natives became so much embittered against foreigners that in 1871 they murdered Bishop John Coleridge Patteson on Nukapu, one of the Swallow group. In 1875 James Graham Goodenough, Commodore of the Australian station, was shot with a poisoned arrow on Nitendi during a cruise, and died of his wound. Patteson's murder, however, had roused public feeling in England; steps were taken to regulate the labour traffic, and subsequently Bishop John Selwyn was able to establish friendly relations with the natives. He erected the cross which commemorates his predecessor on Nukapu. The British protectorate was declared in 1898.