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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to John Barber - 4

TO JOHN BARBER, ESQ. ALDERMAN OF LONDON, QUEEN SQUARE.
DUBLIN,
I HAVE for almost three years past been only the shadow of my former self, with years and sickness, and rage against all publick proceedings, especially in this miserable oppressed country. I have entirely lost my memory, except when it is roused by perpetual subjects of vexation. Mr. Richardson, who is your manager in your society of Londonderry, tells me, he hears you are in tolerable health and good spirits. I lately saw him, and he said he intended soon to wait on you in London. He is a gentleman of very good abilities, and a member of parliament here. He comes often to town, and then I never fail of seeing him at the deanery, where we constantly drink your health. I have not been out of doors, farther than my garden, for several months, and, unless the summer will assist me, I believe there will be the end of my travels. Our friend Lewis has writ to me once or twice, and makes the same complaint that I do, so that you are the healthiest person of the three. I luckily call to mind an affair that many of my friends have pressed me to. There is a church living in your gift, and upon your society lands, which is now possessed by one doctor Squire, who is so decayed that he cannot possibly live a month. This living, I am told, is ​about 120l. or something more, a year; I remember I got it for him by the assistance of sir William Withers and you; and since it is now likely to be so soon vacant, I insist upon it, that if doctor Squire dies, you will bestow it to Mr. William Dunkin, a clergyman, upon whose character I have lately taken him into my favour. He is a gentleman of much wit, and the best English, as well as Latin, poet in this kingdom: he has 100l. a year from our university, to be continued till he is provided for. He is a pious, regular man, highly esteemed; but our bishops, like yours, have little regard for such accomplishments, while they have any dunces of nephews or cousins. I therefore charge you to use your influence and authority that Mr. Dunkin may have this church living upon the decease of doctor Squire; because you know that my talent was a little (or rather too much) turned to poetry; but he is wiser than I, because he writes no satires, whereby you know well enough how many great people I disobliged, and suffered by angering great people in favour. Farewell, my dear friend of near thirty years standing. How many friends have we lost since our acquaintance began? I desire you will present my most humble service and respect to my lord and lady Oxford. I am ever, with great affection and esteem, dear sir,
Your most obedient humble servant,
J. SWIFT.
# The Wish (John Malcolm)

Published in the 1828 compilation Scenes of War
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# The Wishing-Caps

Part of this poem appeared in Kim (1901); the complete poem was published in Songs from Books (1912).
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one life to live. End it? I'll not find another. Spend it? But how shall I best? Sure the wise plan is to live like a man And Luck may look after the rest! Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! Give or hold at your will. If I've no care for Fortune, Fortune must follow me still.
Bad Luck, she is never a lady But the commonest wench on the street, Shuffling, shabby and shady, Shameless to pass or meet. Walk with her once — it's a weakness! Talk to her twice — it's a crime! Thrust her away when she gives you "good day" And the besom won't board you next time. Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! What is Your Ladyship's mood? If I've no care for Fortune, My Fortune is bound to be good!
Good Luck she is never a lady But the cursedest quean alive! Tricksey, wincing and jady, Kittle to lead or drive. Greet her — she's hailing a stranger! Meet her — she's busking to leave. Let her alone for a shrew to the bone, And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve! Largesse! Largesse, Fortune! I'll neither follow nor flee. If I don't run after Fortune, Fortune must run after me!
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# The Witch's Head
## Contents
### Book I

* Chapter I: Ernest's Appearance
* Chapter II: Reginald Cardus, Esq., Misanthrope
* Chapter III: Old Dum's Ness
* Chapter IV: Boy's Together
* Chapter V: Eva's Promise
* Chapter VI: Jeremy Falls in Love
* Chapter VII: Ernest is Indiscreet
* Chapter VIII: A Garden Idyl
* Chapter IX: Eva Finds Something
* Chapter X: What Eva Found
* Chapter XI: Deep Waters
* Chapter XII: Deeper Yet
* Chapter XIII: Mr. Cardus Unfolds His Plans
* Chapter XIV: Good-Bye
* Chapter XV: Ernest Gets Into Trouble
* Chapter XVI: Madame's Work

### Book II

* Chapter I: My Poor Eva
* Chapter II: The Locum Tenans
* Chapter III: Eva Takes a District
* Chapter IV: Jeremy's Idea of a Shaking
* Chapter V: Florence on Marriage
* Chapter VI: Mr. Plowden Goes A-Wooing
* Chapter VII: Over the Water
* Chapter VIII: A Homeric Combat
* Chapter IX: Ernest's Love-Letter
* Chapter X: A Way of Escape
* Chapter XI: Found Wanting
* Chapter XII: Ernest Runs Away
* Chapter XIII: Mr. Plowden Asserts His Rights
* Chapter XIV: The Virgin Martyr
* Chapter XV: Hans's City of Rest
* Chapter XVI: Ernest Accepts a Commission
* Chapter XVII: Hans Prophecies Evil
* Chapter XVIII: Mr. Alston's Views
* Chapter XIX: Isandhlwana
* Chapter XX: The End of Alston's Horse

### Book III

* Chapter I: The Cliffs of Old England
* Chapter II: Ernest's Evil Destiny
* Chapter III: Introspective
* Chapter IV: After Many Days
* Chapter V: Home Again
* Chapter VI: How It All Came About
* Chapter VII: Mazooku's Farewell
* Chapter VIII: Mr. Cardus Accomplishes His Revenge
* Chapter IX: Mad Atterleigh's Last Ride
* Chapter X: Dorothy's Triumph
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# The Wish (Felicia Hemans)

* The Wish, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 25, 1829.
* The Wish, in Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans, 1836.
# The Wish (Cowley)

* "The Wish", in The Works of Abraham Cowley (1806)
* "The Wish", in The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series (1904), edited by Adam Luke Gowans
# The Wish

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* "The Wish", a poem by Abraham Cowley
* "The Wish", a short story by Myrtle Levy Gaylord
* "The Wish", versions of a poem by Felicia Hemans
* "The Wish", a poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
* "The Wish", a poem by John Malcolm
# The Wonderful Visit (1895)/Chapter 27

The Epilogue.
The Epilogue.
LII.
And there the story of the Wonderful Visit ends. The Epilogue is in the mouth of Mrs. Mendham. There stand two little white crosses in the Siddermorton churchyard, near together, where the brambles come clambering over the stone wall. One is inscribed Thomas Angel and the other Delia Hardy, and the dates of the deaths are the same. Really there is nothing beneath them but the ashes of the Vicar's stuffed ostrich. (You will remember the Vicar had his ornithological side.) I noticed them when Mrs. Mendham was showing me the new De la Beche monument. (Mendham has been Vicar since Hilyer died.) "The granite came from somewhere in Scotland," said Mrs. Mendham, "and cost ever so much—I forget how much—but a wonderful lot! It's quite the talk of the village."
​"Mother," said Cissie Mendham, "you are stepping on a grave."
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Mendham. "How heedless of me! And the cripple's grave too. But really you've no idea how much this monument cost them."
"These two people, by the bye," said Mrs. Mendham, "were killed when the old Vicarage was burnt. It's rather a strange story. He was a curious person, a hunchbacked fiddler, who came from nobody knows where, and imposed upon the late Vicar to a frightful extent. He played in a pretentious way by ear, and we found out afterwards that he did not know a note of music—not a note. He was exposed before quite a lot of people. Among other things, he seems to have been 'carrying on,' as people say, with one of the servants, a sly little drab. … But Mendham had better tell you all about it. The man was half-witted and curiously deformed. It's strange the fancies girls have."
She looked sharply at Cissie, and Cissie blushed to the eyes.
"She was left in the house and he rushed into the flames in an attempt to save her. Quite ​romantic—isn't it? He was rather clever with the fiddle in his uneducated way.
"All the poor Vicar's stuffed skins were burned at the same time. It was almost all he cared or. He never really got over the blow. He came to stop with us—for there wasn't another house available in the village. But he never seemed to be happy. He seemed all shaken. I never saw a man so changed. I tried to stir him up, but it was no good—no good at all. He had the queerest delusions about the Angels and that kind of thing. It made him odd company at times. He would say he heard music, and stare quite stupidly at nothing for hours together. He got quite careless about his dress. … He died within a twelvemonth of the fire."
THE END.
# The Wonderful Visit (1895)/Chapter 5

IX. Parenthesis on Angels.
Parenthesis on Angels.
IX.
Let us be plain. The Angel of this story is the Angel of Art, not the Angel that one must be irreverent to touch—neither the Angel of religious feeling nor the Angel of popular belief. The last we all know. She is alone among the angelic hosts in being distinctly feminine: she wears a robe of immaculate, unmitigated white with sleeves, is fair, with long golden tresses, and has eyes of the blue of Heaven. Just a pure woman she is, pure maiden or pure matron, in her robe de nuit, and with wings attached to her shoulder blades. Her callings are domestic and sympathetic, she watches over a cradle or assists a sister soul heavenward. Often she bears a palm leaf, but one would not be surprised if one met her carrying a warming-pan softly to some poor chilly sinner. She it was who came down in a bevy to Marguerite in prison, in the amended last scene in Faust at ​the Lyceum, and the interesting and improving little children that are to die young, have visions of such angels in the novels of Mrs Henry Wood. This white womanliness with her indescribable charm of lavender-like holiness, her aroma of clean, methodical lives, is, it would seem after all, a purely Teutonic invention. Latin thought knows her not; the old masters have none of her. She is of a piece with that gentle innocent ladylike school of art whereof the greatest triumph is "a lump in one's throat," and where wit and passion, scorn and pomp, have no place. The white angel was made in Germany, in the land of blonde women and the domestic sentiments. She comes to us cool and worshipful, pure and tranquil, as silently soothing as the breadth and calmness of the starlit sky, which also is so unspeakably dear to the Teutonic soul. … We do her reverence. And to the angels of the Hebrews, those spirits of power and mystery, to Raphael, Zadkiel, and Michael, of whom only Watts has caught the shadow, of whom only Blake has seen the splendour, to them too, do we do reverence.
​But this Angel the Vicar shot is, we say, no such angel at all, but the Angel of Italian art, polychromatic and gay. He comes from the land of beautiful dreams and not from any holier place. At best he is a popish creature. Bear patiently, therefore, with his scattered remiges, and be not hasty with your charge of irreverence before the story is read.
# The Strand Magazine/The Land of Mist

THE LAND OF MIST
or,
The Quest of Edward Malone
By
SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE
IN this month’s issue we begin a serial which will, we venture to say, attract world-wide interest. It deals with the borderland of human and experience which fades away into “The Land of Mist.”
Whether one agrees or disagrees, it is an undoubted fact that psychic questions are before the world at present as they have never been before. It will also be admitted that our contributor, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, can claim an almost unique experience in such matters, having studied them for thirty-six years, and being now elected Honorary President of the French Spiritual Association, which is the central body of the world. He has thrown some of these experiences into narrative form, painting with a full brush both the weakness and the strength of the movement. The false medium is drawn with a relentless accuracy. Many of the almost incredible scenes and incidents which he depicts have, he assures us, either occurred to himself or to those whose testimony cannot be doubted. The whole is executed with that vivid force and sense of drama which have given Sir Arthur his great hold over the public. We venture to think that whatever are the conclusions of the public they will be amazed at the adventures which are still to be encountered in this workaday world.
In conclusion, we may say that our friends of
“THE LOST WORLD " and “ THE POISON BELT,”
Professor Challenger,
Lord John Roxton,
and
Mr. Malone,
are among the chief persons of the drama.
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
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# The Strand Magazine/The Hound of the Baskervilles

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV (Part 1)
* Chapter XIV (Part 2)
* Chapter XV
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 1

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EDITED BY
GEO. NEWNES
Vol. I.
JANUARY TO JUNE
London:
BURLEIGH STREET, STRAND
1891
* No. 1. - January 1891.
* No. 2. - February 1891.
* No. 3. - March 1891.
* No. 4. - April 1891.
* No. 5. - May 1891.
* No. 6. - June 1891.
* Index to Volume I.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 1/Issue 1

January, 1891.
Layout 4
SANTA CLAUS.
* Introduction
* The Story of the Strand Illustrations by George C. Haité.
* "A Deadly Dilemma," by Grant Allen. Illustrations by Grant Allen.
* The Metropolitan Fire Brigade. Its home and its work. Illustrations by Mabel Dorothy Hardy and W. B. Wollen, R.I.
* Scenes of the Siege of Paris, from the French of Alphonse Daudet Illustrations by Sidney Paget.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of Their Lives
* Alfred Tennyson
* The Rev. C. H. Spurgeon
* Miss Ellen Terry
* Henry Irving
* Algernon Swinburne
* Sir John Lubbock, Bart.
* H. Rider Haggard
* "A Fair Smuggler," from the Russian of Michael Lermontoff. Illustrations by W. B. Wollen.
* "The Maid of Treppi," from the German of Paul Heyse. Illustrations by Gordon Browne.
* At the Animals' Hospital. Illustrations by Mabel Dorothy Hardy.
* "The Mirror," from the French of Léo Lespès. Illustrations by N. Prescott Davies.
* Fac-simile of the Notes of a Sermon of Cardinal Manning
* "The Queen of Spades," translated from the Russian of Alexander Pushkin. Illustrations by Paul Hardy.
* "The Two Genies," A Story for Children; from the French of Voltaire. Illustrations by John Gülich.
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 9/Resolutions of the House of Commons in England 1680

This is the sixth in the series of eleven works on the subject of Wood's Halfpence:
* The Drapier’s Letters 1
* The Drapier’s Letters 2
* The Drapier’s Letters 3
* The Drapier’s Letters 4
* Seasonable Advice Concerning the Bill Against the Printer of the Drapier's Fourth Letter
* Resolutions of the House of Commons in England 1680
* The Presentment of the Grand Jury of the County of the City of Dublin
* The Drapier’s Letters 5
* The Drapier’s Letters 6
* The Drapier’s Letters 7
* A Full and True Account of the Solemn Procession at the Execution of William Wood
RESOLUTIONS OF THE HOUSE OF COMMONS IN ENGLAND, NOV. 13, 1680.
SEVERAL persons being examined about the dismissing a grand jury in Middlesex, the house came to the following resolutions:
Resolved, that the discharging of a grand jury by any judge, before the end of the term, assises, or sessions, while matters are under their consideration, and not presented, is arbitrary, illegal, destructive to publick justice, a manifest violation of his oath, and is a means to subvert the fundamental laws of this kingdom.
Resolved, that a committee be appointed to examine the proceedings of the judges in Westminsterhall; and report the same, with their opinion herein, to this house.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Mary Butler to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM THE DUCHESS OF ORMOND.
I HOPE your servant has told you, I sent to beg the favour of you to come hither to night; but since you could not conveniently, I hope you will not deny me the satisfaction of seeing you to morrow morning. My lord joins with me in that request, and will see no company but you. I hope you will come before ten o'clock, because he is to go at that hour to Windsor. I beg your pardon for sending so early as I have ordered them to carry this; but the fear of your being gone abroad, if they went later, occasioned that trouble given you by, sir, your most sincere
and most faithful humble servant,
M. ORMOND.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Matthew Prior to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MR. PRIOR.
PARIS, APRIL 8, 1713.
PRAY take this word writ after our packet is closed, and the messenger staying for it, as an equivalent for your dispatches at midnight when the writer was half asleep. Hang me if I know how to go on, though I am in a country where every body does not only write letters, but print them. Our great affair goes on very successfully. We transmit the Spanish treaty, concluded at Madrid, for your approbation in England, and transmission to Utrecht; after which, I think, pax sit will become authentick Latin: after which, I suppose, our society will flourish, and I shall have nothing to do but to partake of that universal protection, which it will receive. In the mean time, pray give my great respects to our brethren; and tell them, that, while ​in hopes of being favoured, they are spending their own money, I am advancing my interest in the French language, and forgetting my own mother tongue. But we shall have time enough to perfect our English, when we have done with other matters. I want mightily to hear from lord treasurer. Tell him so. I owe brother Arbuthnot a letter. Excuse my not writing to him, till I know what to say. I cannot find Vanhomrigh since he brought me your letter. I have a rarity of a book to send you by the first fair occasion. It makes but little of the English wit, The Guardian; but, possibly, I do not enter into his design. Let lord Bolingbroke know, I love him mightily; and pray do you as much for Dick Skelton. Adieu, my good friend. I am very truly,
Your obedient and faithful servant,
M. PRIOR.
* ↑ He was plenipotentiary to France.
* ↑ The sixteen. See note to a letter from lord Harley to Swift, dated July 17, 1714.
* ↑ One of the brothers of Vanessa. See the note prefixed to the dean's letter to miss Esther Vanhomrigh, dated July 8, 1713.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Matthew Prior to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM MR. PRIOR.
DUKE STREET, WESTMINSTER,
I HAVE the favour of four letters from you, of the ninth, thirteenth, sixteenth, and twentieth instant. They all came safe to me, however variously directed; but the last to me at my house in Duke street, is the rightest. I find myself equally comforted by your philosophy, and assisted by your friendship. You will easily imagine, that I have a hundred things to say to you, which for as many reasons I omit, and only touch upon that business, to which, in the pride of your heart, you give the epithet of sorry. ​I return you the names of those, who have been kind enough to subscribe, that you may see if they are rightly spelt, and the just titles put to them, as likewise if it has happened that any has subscribed for more than one volume. You will please to look over the catalogue. You see that our calculation comes even, the gentleman's name that desired it being omitted. I am sensible that this has given you too much trouble; but it is too late now to make an apology. Let Mr. Lewis, who is now with me, do it for me, at what time, and in what manner, he pleases. I take it for granted, that whatever I write, as whatever is writ to me, will be broke open: so you will expect nothing from me, but what you may have as particularly from the postboy. We are all pretty well in health. I have my old whoreson cough, and I think I may call it mine for life. The earl is semper idem. Lord Harley is in the country. Our brotherhood is extremely dispersed; but so as that we have been three or four times able to get as many of the society together, and drink to our absent friends. I have been made to believe, that we may see your reverend person this summer in England: if so, I shall be glad to meet you at any place; but, when you come to London, do not go to the Cocoa-tree, (as you sent your letter) but come immediately to Duke street, where you shall find a bed, a book, and a candle: so pray think of sojourning no where else. Pray give my service to all friends in general. I think, as you have ordered the matter, you have made the greater part of Ireland list themselves under that number. I do not know how you can ​recompense them, but by coming over to help me to correct the book which I promise them.
You will pardon my having used another hand, since it is so much better than my own; and, believe me, ever with the greatest truth, dear sir, yours,
M. PRIOR.
* ↑ Endorsed, "Received Aug. 6, 1717. Answered the same day."
* ↑ Subscriptions for Mr. Prior's poems, procured by the dean. The subscription was two guineas.
* ↑ Of Oxford.