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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Grote, George

​Grote, George (1794-1871).—Historian, s. of a wealthy banker in London, was b. at Beckenham, and ed. at Charterhouse School. In 1810 he entered the bank, of which he became head in 1830. In 1832 he was elected one of the members of Parliament for the City of London. In 1841 he retired from Parliament, and in 1843 from the bank, thenceforth devoting his whole time to literature, which, along with politics, had been his chief interest from his youth. He early came under the influence of Bentham and the two Mills, and was one of the leaders of the group of theorists known as "philosophical Radicals." In 1820 he m. Miss Harriet Lewin who, from her intellectual powers, was fitted to be his helper ​in his literary and political interests. In 1826 he contributed to the Westminster Review a severe criticism of Mitford's History of Greece, and in 1845 pub. the first 2 vols. of his own, the remaining 6 vols. appearing at intervals up to 1856. G. belongs to the school of philosophical historians, and his History, which begins with the legends, ends with the fall of the country under the successors of Alexander the Great. It is one of the standard works on the subject, which his learning enabled him to treat in a full and thorough manner; the style is clear and strong. It has been repeatedly re-issued, and has been translated into French and German. G. also pub., in 1865, Plato and other Companions of Socrates, and left unfinished a work on Aristotle. In political life G. was, as might be expected, a consistent and somewhat rigid Radical, and he was a strong advocate of the ballot. He was one of the founders of the first London Univ., a Trustee of the British Museum, D.C.L. of Oxf., LL.D. of Camb., and a Foreign Associate of the Académie des Sciences. He was offered, but declined, a peerage in 1869, and is buried in Westminster Abbey.
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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Griffin, Gerald

​Griffin, Gerald (1803-1840).—Dramatist, novelist, and poet, s. of a tradesman, b. and ed. in Limerick, he went in 1823 to London, where most of his literary work was produced. In 1838 he returned to Ireland and, dividing his property among his brothers, devoted himself to a religious life by joining the Teaching Order of the Christian Brothers. Two years thereafter he d., worn out by self-inflicted austerities. His chief novel, The Collegians, was adapted by Boucicault as The Colleen Bawn, and among his dramas is Gisippus. His novels depict southern Irish life.
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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Grosart, Alexander Balloch

​Grosart, Alexander Balloch (1827-1899).—Was a minister of the English Presbyterian Church. He wrote Lives of various Puritan divines, ed. their works, and also issued ed., with Lives, of the poems of Michael Bruce (q.v.) and Robert Fergusson (q.v.). But his chief service to literature was his reprints, with notes, of rare Elizabethan and Jacobean literature, including Fuller's Worthies Library, 39 vols. (1868-76), Occasional Issues of Unique and Very Rare Books, 38 vols. 1875-81, Huth Library. 33 vols. (1886), Spenser's Works, 10 vols., Daniel's Works, etc.
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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Grose, Francis

​Grose, Francis (1731-1791).—Antiquary and lexicographer, of Swiss extraction, was Richmond Herald 1755-63. He pub. Antiquities of England and Wales (1773-87), which was well received, and thereafter, 1789, set out on an antiquarian tour through Scotland, the fruit of which was Antiquity of Scotland (1789-91). He afterwards undertook a similar expedition to Ireland, but d. suddenly at Dublin. In addition to the works above mentioned he wrote A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (1785), A Provincial Glossary (1787), a Treatise on Ancient Armour and Weapons, etc. He was an accomplished draughtsman, and illustrated his works.
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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Grosseteste, Robert

​Grosseteste, Robert (d. 1253).—Theologian and scholar, was b. of poor parents at Stradbrook, Suffolk, and studied at Oxf. and possibly Paris. His abilities and learning procured him many preferments; but after an illness he refused to be longer a pluralist, and resigned all but a prebend at Lincoln. Later he was a strenuous and courageous reformer, as is shown by his refusing in 1253 to induct a nephew of the Pope to a canonry at Lincoln, of which he had been Bishop since 1235. He was equally bold in resisting the demand of Henry III. for a tenth of the Church revenues. Amid his absorbing labours as a Churchman, he found time to be a copious writer on a great variety of subjects, including husbandry, physical and moral philosophy, as also sermons, commentaries, and an allegory, the Chateau d' Amour. Roger Bacon was a pupil of his, and testifies to his amazing variety of knowledge.
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# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet—The Two Processions (Joséphin Soulary)

Sonnet.—THE TW0 PROCESSIONS.
JOSÉPHIN SOULARY.
Two processions met on consecrated sod, One was sad,—it followed the bier of a child, A woman was there, whose sobs bursting wild Attested a heart crushed under the rod; The other was gay,—a mother who trod Triumphant, friends, and a babe undefiled (Who sucked at her breast, prattled nonsense, and smiled), To be sealed with the seal that marks us of God. The service done, the gatherings crossed each other, And then prayer's mighty work was seen achieved, The women barely glanced at one another, But oh, the change in both the glad and grieved! One wept by the bier,—'twas the joyful young mother, And one smiled at the babe,—'twas the mother bereaved.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet—To My Mother (Henri Heine)

Sonnet.—TO MY MOTHER.
HENRI HEINE.
Proud from my birth, I never care to pay Homage to men, whatever be their place; No king may boast that looking me in face, He—mortal—made me turn my eyes away; But in thy holy presence, let me say, My pride, O mother, fades and leaves no trace, And the wings drop that bear me up through space To scale the skies in veriest open day. Am I o'erwhelmed because thy powerful soul Penetrating all earthly things is lost In God's own bosom, its predestined goal? Or is it rather that my mind is crost By memories sad of wounds I often gave A heart so tender, loving, patient, brave?
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet—The Retreat (Joséphin Soulary)

Sonnet.—THE RETREAT.
JOSÉPHIN SOULARY.
It was a hidden corner in a hedge! A thicket full of sap and sombre shade! An eglantine and clematis that swayed Upon a white-thorn, by the footpath's edge, A dome, with flowers upon its cornice-ledge, For my delight, and mine alone, had made. That was my house and desert. There I played And there I dreamed, oft mindless of the pledge I left at home or school. There, eyes, ears and heart Revelled in rays and sounds, from men apart. O nook retired! O childhood's best-loved goal! Can I not stretch myself in thee once more? Ah me! What mighty magic may restore That puny figure, and that free great soul!
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Souvenir d'un Vieil Air (Valéry Vernier)

SOUVENIR D'UN VIEIL AIR.
VALÉRY VERNIER.
'Tis strange, there needs nothing but a ballad romance, The far-off remembrance of an air, brought by chance, To give back to our heart its purity entire, Our earliest bashfulness, and our candour and fire.
O refrain half-forgotten, from some delicate hand! Fragment of a sonata, old, simple and grand! O dream of Mozart that he had never written out, That I hum in my sleep, and that floats all about! Thou awaken'st one by one the blest days of my prime, Framed like a picture in a landscape sublime; Thou restorest me Hours that pass smiling again, Hand linked in hand as of fair wood-nymphs a train, Treading down the high grass that green borders the road Which leads to our village, to my childhood's abode.
From the plane-tree high lifted the twilight falls down; O Night, Cleopatra with the bright starry crown! Stop, stop a moment thy car, and quench not the sun, Leave, leave us alone until our pastimes be done! We are gathered together by Friendship divine. How pleasant to run under the boughs that entwine! The sward is so verdant and so lovely the hour! To-morrow to meet thus, shall fate grant us the power?
At last comes the darkness; we embrace, bid adieu; Then home through the shadows while the stars are yet few! At her side the good mother in prayer makes us kneel, Saying—'When tired of our pleasures 'tis fit that we feel Our God's hand around us, for all good comes from Him!' Song rises, rises prayer, by the hearth embers dim. Thus learnt, can those prayers, can those songs pass away? Their echoes still ring and make us purer to-day. The chaste sweet remembrance of the days that are past Is the gold key that opens the soul's treasures shut fast, For it opens the gardens enchanted—the bowers, Where the bloom is eternal on the fruits and the flowers.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/The Awakening (Les Châtiments, Victor Hugo)

THE AWAKENING.
VICTOR HUGO.
(Les Châtiments.)
There are days abject when, seduced by joys, Of Honour reft, The peoples serve success, and follow noise: What then is left?
Then from such peoples, lulled by fatal dreams In swoon-like sleep, Virtue flows out, as blood from sword-wounds' streams, And angels weep.
Then—then, before all Evil, Folly, Crime, They, but to live, Bend like vile reeds—bow, bow, they say, in time, And offerings give.
Then revels reign; then whispers of the soul Are heard no more, They eat, drink, sing, nor care they, if they roll In mire and gore.
Then happy Crime, by brazen tools obeyed, Seems half a god, But bones of heroes quiver as afraid, Beneath the clod.
Then have men eyes, and yet they do not see And fear no harms— When sharp a clarion rings out—'Liberty! 'To arms! To arms!'
And they awake, like drunkards whom the sun Surprises rude, Ah! Well, if they can grasp at last the gun, For Right withstood!
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/The Black Point (Gérard de Nerval)

THE BLACK P0INT.
GÉRARD DE NERVAL.
Whoever has looked a long time at the sun, Beholds in the welkin, where spot there is none, A disk livid and strange, persistently float:
Thus young and audacious, mine eyes dared to gaze On Glory one instant, and blind from the blaze, Are destined the black spot for ever to note.
Since then, on all things, like a portent or sign, Like the seal on Cain's brow, in dark and in shine, I see the mark spectral,—a black oriflamme:
A bar to my happiness ill I may brook! Ah woe! 'Tis the eagle alone that may look On the Sun and on Glory undazzled and calm.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sonnet—The Present Age (Ferdinand de Gramont)

Sonnet.—THE PRESENT AGE.
LE COMTE F. DE GRAMONT.
Vile Sloth and greedy Self-love hunt as game Each noble Virtue honoured in the past, Man grovels in a cesspool dim and vast, And hides not now, but blazons out his shame. So well proscribed is the celestial flame, That glory's antique hymn is hushed at last, And bard and prophet with the idiots classed Raise mockful laughter more than serious blame. 'Shall we on laurels feed, or dress in flowers? Go, foolish poet, in thy garret dream!' So speak the crowds, insatiate in all hours For filthy gold. Well! Let them thus blaspheme. Care not for them, but mustering thy powers, O Soul well-born, pull hard against the stream.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Sur la Terrasse des Aygalades (Joseph Méry)

SUR LA TERRASSE DES AYGALADES.
JOSEPH MÉRY.
From this high terrace where the roses Mount up as if to tempt the hand, Three things the horizon-bound discloses— The road, the town, the sea-line grand.
The sea says:—Fear me, when wrath urges, Yawns terrible for all my deep, And those who brave my foam-fringed surges Down, down amidst my sea-weeds sleep.
The town says:—Wouldst thou comfort borrow From me so full of noise and care? My days are given to toil and sorrow, And all my nights want fresher air.
The road says:—Lo, my winding traces Lead to the climates of the snow, Inhabited by divers races,— But Death is in the winds that blow.
Now, life is here, in this sweet shadow; What balm sheds Zephyr as he flies! And oh! what flowers on hill and meadow As thick as stars in summer skies!
Around the red-tiled roofs that slumber Bathed in an azure light divine, Grow olive trees, a countless number, And tendrils propped that promise wine.
The mountains, stern as stern Pelides, Wear crowns of flowers, and at their feet The fair spring of the Hesperides A carpet strows for Beauty meet.
The skies rain music, clear and clearer, Sweet echoes from the Heavenly court! And on the rounded hill-tops nearer The gentle sheep and lambkins sport.
What long arcades of birch and hazel! How soft the twilight that they cast! And what cascades! The sunbeams dazzle, And span them with a rainbow vast.
Peace on these shores herself invites us To pass with her the hours away; The very air we breathe incites us To keep an endless holiday.
Ah! Who would not live here for ever, From every care and passion free, And leave the crowd its vain endeavour, Its dusty road and town and sea?
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/The Butterfly (Xavier de Maistre)

This poem bears the initials of Toru Dutt's father.
THE BUTTERFLY.
XAVIER DE MAISTRE.
Thou dweller of the ethereal plain, Beloved and brilliant butterfly! How in this dungeon, where I sigh, Couldst thou admittance gain? Scarce ever on these frightful walls, Across the bars, one ray of light Steals to dispel the long, long night That in its cheerlessness appals.
Hast thou from Nature, wise and great, Received a heart to friendship prone? By pity hither art thou drawn To share the sorrows of my fate? Thy very presence charms my pain, No longer bleeds the wound that bled: The hope extinct, or all but dead, Is brought by thee to life again.
Sweet ornament on Nature's sheen! Recall her loveliness to me, And speak, oh speak of liberty, Of waters, flowers, and foliage green; Speak of the torrent's dreadful voice, Of lakes profound, of cooling shades, And of the murmur in the glades, When winds 'mid dripping leaves rejoice.
Hast thou beheld the roses blow? Hast thou amongst them lovers met? Of spring the tidings let me get, And give me news of morns-a-glow. Tell me, if in the forest gloom, Thou heard'st thy friend the nightingale Repeat her joyous notes, or wail, To flowers that listen as they bloom.
Along these sombre humid halls For forest flowers thou search'st in vain; Here captives register their pain, And trace their sorrows on the walls; A living grave, deep under ground, Unvisited by breeze or ray; Here chains assert their ruthless sway, And groanings are the only sound.
Gay darling of the meadows—go, My prison is no place for thee! Short-lived but freest of the free, Enjoy the blessings as they flow; Out of this place of endless sighs! Where life is one long torment still! And then, no chains may bind thy will, No walls enclose thee but the skies.
Perchance some day, while fluttering glad In some sequestered lone retreat, Thou shalt two playful children meet, Beside a mother pale and sad; Ah then! console that mother meek, And tell her all, yes, all I feel,— But how should'st thou my heart reveal, Alas! I know thou canst not speak!
Display thy richly-gilded wings At least before the children's eyes, And in their pastimes them surprise, Wheeling around in glittering rings. Soon shall they follow thee in chase, With shouts—'̕̕'Tis here—'tis there—'tis gone!' From flower to flower allure them on, Until thou lead'st them to this place.
Their mother then will surely come, Their sad companion while they play; Attract them with thy movements gay, And cheer them all the way from home. Ah me! what hopes unconscious start! They come—they come—away my fears! Who knows but childhood's tender tears May melt the gaoler's iron heart?
Yes—to the faithful, faithful bride, The tender husband shall be given, The bars asunder shall be riven, The brazen gates stand open wide. But ah, great Lord! what do I say? This clanking chain dispels my dream, The butterfly—was but a gleam, Behold,—it flutters far away!
G.
# A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/The Captive to the Swallows (Béranger)

This poem bears the initials of Toru Dutt's sister, Aru.
THE CAPTIVE TO THE SWALLOWS
BÉRANGER.
A soldier-captive by the Maure, Who bent beneath his heavy chain, Welcomed the swallows from afar,— 'O birds! I see you once again, Foes of the winter, high ye wheel, Hope follows in your track e'en here; From well-loved France ye come, reveal All that ye know of my country dear.
'For three long years I've sighed and pined For some remembrance of the spot, Where dawned upon my infant mind Sweet visions of a happy lot. Under fresh lilacs flows the rill By which our humble cottage stands, O speak of it,—I love it still, Though fettered here in iron bands.
'Who knows but some of ye were born Upon the roof, beneath whose shade I first beheld the light of morn, And by the gentlest mother played? My mother! to her last sad hour, She waited for my foot-fall's sound, Then withered like a storm-crushed flower; Speak of her love, while wheeling round.
'Speak of them all, the loved, the lost, My sister, is she married now? And have they e'er your wanderings crost That were my playmates long ago? Of all the friends that came of yore With me, to win a soldier's praise, How many have beheld once more The cherished scenes of earlier days?
'Who live there yet? and who have died? O speak, dear birds, for ye must know,— Who slumber happy side by side? And who, as exiles, live in woe? My country's birds, your tidings tell, As high ye circle in the air, Though never heart for me may swell Nor ever rise the mother's prayer.'
A.
# About Mexico - Past and Present/Preface

Table of Contents
PREFACE.
It is not judged needful by either author or publisher to assign reasons for laying before the public these chapters About Mexico, Past and Present, much less to apologize for so doing, save as they may be inadequate to the importance and the interest of the subject. Our "next neighbor" on the south needs and deserves to be understood by the citizens of the United States, and especially by those who have at heart the welfare of their fellowmen and desire the extension to them of the blessings of a pure and elevating Bible Christianity. Near neighborhood enhances all the motives which would lead us to study another nation and emphasizes our obligation so to do. In the case of Mexico the romance of her history as well as the wonders of her land and the hope of her future renders interest in her people and in their welfare easy.
Among the many authorities consulted in the preparation of this work, the author would acknowledge special indebtedness to—
History of Columbus, Washington Irving.
Houses and Home-Life of the American Aborigines, L. H. Morgan (Government Printing-Office, Washington, D. C., ​1881); also an article by the same writer in Johnson's Cyclopædia, entitled "Architecture of American Indians.".
Articles by Ad. F. Bandelier, Report of Peabody Museum, 1880.
Native Religions of Mexico and Peru, Révelle (1884).
Despatches of Hernandez Cortez, with introduction by George Folsom (New York, 1843).
Memoirs of Captain Bernal Diaz.
History of Mexico, by the Abbé Clavigero.
Origin of Written Language, Rev. James F. Riggs,
Mexico, by Brantz Mayer.
History of Mexico, H. H. Bancroft.
Causes and Consequences of the Mexican War, William Jay.
Mexico and the United States, Gorham D. Abbott, D.D., LL.D.
Twenty Years among the Mexicans, by Miss Melinda Rankin (1875).
Publications of the Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions, of the American Board of Foreign Missions and the Bible Society Record.
For the use of valuable engravings which add much to the interest of its pages the book is indebted to the courtesy of the Missouri and Pacific Railway Company, St. Louis, and to the Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions, New York, to whom the thanks of author and publisher are hereby gratefully tendered.
# About Safety

About Safety was a children's educational television program. In the 3 to 6 minute shorts, marionettes, most notably Clyde Frog, taught children about safety and first aid. Mischievous Clyde has a distinctive, high-pitched voice, and would get himself into various troubles. The show illustrated dangers, ranging from traffic, guns, and tornadoes. About Safety ran for 47 episodes and the shows were quite successful. MAETV syndicated them throughout the United States.
Note that most episodes of this series are lost, so only the ones thus known to be obtainable are listed here.

## Episodes

* "Clyde Examines Medicine Cabinet"
* "Clyde Gets in Trouble at School"
* "Clyde Gets Off a School Bus"
* "Clyde Goes Hitch-Hiking"
* "Clyde Learns About Babysitting"
* "Clyde Learns About Fireworks"
* "Clyde Learns About Gun Safety"
* "Clyde Learns Fire Safety"
* "Clyde Learns School Bus Rules"
* "Clyde Takes a Hike"
* "Clyde Waits for the School Bus"
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# About my fields, in the broad sun

* "About my fields, in the broad sun" in New poems and variant readings (1918)
* "About my fields, in the broad sun" in The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Vailima ed.) Volume 8 (1922)