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# The New Student's Reference Work/Saragossa

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​Saragossa (sā′rȧ-gŏs′ȧ) or Zaragoza, a city of Spain, formerly capital of the kingdom of Aragon, stands on the Ebro, 212 miles northeast of Madrid. A seven-arched bridge, built in 1437, crosses the Ebro within the city. The low, brick houses and narrow, winding streets contrast strangely with the many tall and slender towers and spires. There are two cathedrals, one a Gothic building of the 13th century. The citadel of Aljaferia once was the palace of the kings of Aragon and later the headquarters of the Inquisition. The university, founded in 1474, has 47 professors, 800 students and a library of 18,000 volumes. The leaning tower, Torre Nueva, built in 1504, has been declared unsafe and ordered taken down. Cloth, silk and leather are among the town's manufactures. The name is a corruption of Cæsarea Augusta, which it was called in 25 B. C. It was an important Roman town, and was one of the first Spanish cities to accept Christianity. Saragossa was taken by the Goths in the 5th and by the Moors in the 8th century, and recaptured in 1118 by Alphonso of Aragon, after a five years' siege, during which most of the people died of famine. It was twice besieged by the French in 1808, 60,000 people perishing in its defense. It was at this siege that the famous Maid of Saragossa, whose exploit has been sung by Byron and Southey, fought by the side of her artilleryman lover. Population 105,788; of the province 448,198.
# The Rising of the Court

Contents:
PROSE
* The Rising of the Court
* Roll Up at Talbragar
* "Wanted by the Police"
* The Bath
* Instinct Gone Wrong
* The Hypnotised Township
* The Exciseman
* Mateship in Shakespeare's Rome
VERSE
* One Hundred and Three
* The Army of the Rear
* The Friends of Fallen Fortunes
* The Port o' Call
* The Man Who Raised Charlestown
* The Southerly Buster
* 'Tambaroora Jim'
* Lake Eliza
* In the Days When We Are Dead
# The Princess Casamassima (3 volumes, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1886)/Volume 2/Book 4

BOOK FOURTH
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
Book 4 continues in Volume 3.
# The Princess Casamassima (3 volumes, London & New York: Macmillan & Co., 1886)/Volume 2/Book 3

BOOK THIRD
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
# The Prince and Betty/Chapter 30

Smith drew thoughtfully at his cigar, and shifted himself more comfortably into his chair. It was long since he had visited the West, and he had found all the old magic in the still, scented darkness of the prairie night. He gave a little sigh of content. When John, a year before, had announced his intention of buying this ranch, and, as it seemed to Smith, burying himself alive a thousand miles from anywhere, he had disapproved. He had pointed out that John was not doing what Fate expected of him. A miracle, in the shape of a six-figure wedding present from Mrs. Oakley, who had never been known before, in the memory of man, to give away a millionth of that sum, had happened to him. Fate, argued Smith, plainly intended him to stay in New York and spend his money in a civilized way.
John had had only one reply, but it was clinching.
"Betty likes the idea," he said, and Smith ceased to argue.
Now, as he sat smoking on the porch on the first night of his inaugural visit to the ranch, a conviction was creeping over him that John had chosen wisely.
A door opened behind him. Betty came out on to the porch, and dropped into a chair close to where John's cigar glowed redly in the darkness. They sat there without speaking. The stirring of unseen cattle in the corral made a soothing accompaniment to thought.
"It is very pleasant for an old jail bird like myself," said Smith at last, "to sit here at my ease. I wish all our absent friends could be with us to-night. Or perhaps not quite all. Let us say, Comrade Parker here, Comrades Brady and Maloney over there by you, and our old friend Renshaw sharing the floor with B. Henderson Asher, Bat Jarvis, and the cats. By the way, I was round at Broster Street before I left New York. There is certainly an improvement. Millionaires now stop there instead of going on to the Plaza. Are you asleep, John?"
"No."
"Excellent. I also saw Comrade Brady before I left. He has definitely got on his match with Jimmy Garvin."
"Good. He'll win."
"The papers seem to think so. Peaceful Moments, however, I am sorry to say, is silent on the subject. It was not like this in the good old days. How is the paper going now, John? Are the receipts satisfactory?"
"Pretty fair. Renshaw is rather a marvel in his way. He seems to have roped in nearly all the old subscribers. They eat out of his hand."
Smith stretched himself.
"These," he said, "are the moments in life to which we look back with that wistful pleasure. This peaceful scene, John, will remain with me when I have forgotten that such a man as Spider Reilly ever existed. These are the real Peaceful Moments."
He closed his eyes. The cigar dropped from his fingers. There was a long silence.
"Mr. Smith," said Betty.
There was no answer.
"He's asleep," said John. "He had a long journey to-day."
Betty drew her chair closer. From somewhere out in the darkness, from the direction of the men's quarters, came the soft tinkle of a guitar and a voice droning a Mexican love-song.
Her hand stole out and found his. They began to talk in whispers.
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 4/The Dog Who Went Abroad

THE DOG WHO WENT ABROAD
There was once a dog named Spot in a certain town which was afflicted by a long famine. And as food gave out, dogs and others began to lose their homes. In fear of this, Spot felt his throat pinched by hunger, and he went to another country far away.
In a city of that country he found a citizen's wife ​who was slipshod in her housekeeping, so he entered her house every day, and ate his fill from a diversified bill of fare. But as he left the house, other dogs, drunk with aristocratic spleen, closed in from all sides, and tore him in every limb with their fangs.
Then he thought: "Better one's native land, where one lives at peace even in times of famine, and no one picks a quarrel. It is better to return to my own city." Having thus reasoned it through, he returned to his own place.
Then his relatives asked him questions, as one returning from foreign parts: "Come now, tell us about it. What is the country like? How do the people behave? What do they eat? And what are their habits?"
And he replied: "Why speak of the country?
The food is very good to eat And does not lack variety; While easy-going women meet You in the town's society: But kinsmen in that foreign street Are wanting in sobriety."
So the crocodile, having received his friend's advice, resolved to die if need be, said farewell to the monkey, and went to his own house. There he joined battle with the desperate ruffian who had forced a way in, put his reliance in resolute valor, and killed him. So he recovered his home and lived there happily for a long time.
​Yes, the proverb is right:
Shun pleasant days that listless pass, The joy that hides In sloth. For deer can eat the grass That fate provides.
Here ends Book IV, called "Loss of Gains." The first verse runs:
Blind folly always has to pay For giving property away Because of blandishments and guile— The monkey tricked the crocodile.
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 4/The Potter Militant

THE POTTER MILITANT
There was once a potter in a certain place. One day he carelessly ran with all his might into the jagged edge of a broken pot, and tumbled. And though the jagged edge tore his forehead, he struggled to his feet, blood streaming over his body. Now as the wound was unskilfully treated, the scar cicatrized horribly.
After some time the land was afflicted with famine, and he felt the pinch of hunger. So he joined certain life-guards, went to another country, and became a life-guard.
Now the king noticed on his brow the horrible scar from the potsherd, and he thought: "Surely, this man is a great hero. He took a wound in front, on his brow." So he bestowed honors and gifts and the like, regarding him more graciously than all others. Even the princes, observing the exceptional favor shown him, cherished an extreme jealousy, yet they feared the king and said not a word.
Now one day there was a review of picked troops. While the elephants were being accoutered and the horses caparisoned and the men inspected, the king took occasion to say to the potter: "O Prince, what is your name? And what your family? In what battle was this wound printed on your brow?"
​ "Your Majesty," he replied, "by birth I am a potter, and my name is Fight-Firm. This is not a sword-wound. But when I was unsteady with liquor, I was hurrying through a courtyard littered with broken pots, and tumbled over one. Later the scar from the potsherd became a horrible cicatrice."
Then the king reflected: "Good heavens! I was taken in by this potter who seemed a prince. Let a cuffing be administered."
When this had been done, the potter said: "Your Majesty, do not treat me thus, but witness my adroitness in battle." "No, my friend," said the king, "you may be a treasure-house of all the virtues. Yet you must begone. You may have heard the stanza:
Handsome you are, and valorous; You have a scholar's brain: But in your family, my boy, No elephants are slain."
"How was that?" asked the potter. And the king told the story of
THE JACKAL WHO KILLED NO ELEPHANTS
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 5/Hundred-Wit, Thousand-Wit, and Single-Wit

HUNDRED-WIT, THOUSAND-WIT, AND SINGLE-WIT
In a certain pond lived two fishes whose names were Hundred-Wit and Thousand-Wit. And a frog named Single-Wit made friends with them. Thus all three would for some time enjoy at the water's edge the pleasure of conversation spiced with witticisms, then would dive into the water again.
One day at sunset they were engaged in conversation, when fishermen with nets came there, who said to one another on seeing the pond: "Look! This pond appears to contain plenty of fish, and the water seems shallow. We will return at dawn." With this they went home.
​ The three friends felt this speech to be dreadful as the fall of a thunderbolt, and they took counsel together. The frog spoke first: "Hundred-Wit and Thousand-Wit, my dear friends, what should we do now: flee or stick it out?"
At this Thousand-wit laughed and said: "My good friend, do not be frightened merely because you have heard words. An actual invasion is not to be anticipated. Yet should it take place, I will save you and myself by virtue of my wit. For I know plenty of tricks in the water." And Hundred-Wit added: "Yes, Thousand-Wit is quite right. For
Where wind is checked, and light of day, The wise man's wit soon finds a way.
One cannot, because he has heard a few mere words, abandon his birthplace, the home of his ancestors. You must not go away. I will save you by virtue of my wit."
"Well," said the frog, "I have only a single wit, and that tells me to flee. My wife and I are going to some other body of water this very night."
So spoke the frog and under cover of night he went to another body of water. At dawn the next day came the fish-catchers, who seemed the servants of Death, and inclosed the pond with nets. And all the fishes, turtles, frogs, crabs, and other water-creatures were caught in the nets and captured. Even Hundred-Wit and Thousand-Wit fell into a net and were killed, ​ though they struggled to save their lives by fancy turns.
On the following day the fishermen gleefully started home. One of them carried Hundred-Wit, who was heavy, on his head. Another carried Thousand-Wit tied to a cord. Then the frog, safe in the throat of a cistern, said to his wife: "Look, darling, look!
While Hundred-Wit is on a head, While Thousand-Wit hangs limp and dead, Your humble Single-Wit, my dear, Is paddling in the water clear."
"And that is why I say that intelligence is not the sole determinant of fate."
Then the gold-finder said: "It may be so. Yet a friend's advice should not be disregarded. But what happened? Spite of my dissuasion, you would not stop, such was your greed and pride in your scholarship. Yes, there is sense in the stanza:
Well sung, uncle! Why would you Not stop when I told you to? What a necklace! Yes, you wear Music medals rich and rare."
"How was that?" asked the wheel-bearer. And the other told the story of
THE MUSICAL DONKEY
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 4/The Ass in the Tiger-Skin

THE ASS IN THE TIGER-SKIN
There was once a laundryman named Clean-Cloth in a certain town. He had a single donkey who had grown very feeble from lack of fodder.
​As the laundryman wandered in the forest, he saw a dead tiger, and he thought: "Ah, this is lucky. I will put this tiger-skin on the donkey and let him loose in the barley fields at night. For the farmers will think him a tiger and will not drive him out."
When this was done, the donkey ate barley to his heart's content. And at dawn the laundryman took him back to the barn. So as time passed, he grew plump. He could hardly squeeze into the stall.
But one day the donkey heard the bray of a she-donkey in the distance. At the mere sound he himself began to bray. Then the farmers perceived that he was a donkey in disguise, and killed him with blows from clubs and stones and arrows.
"And that is why I say:
However skilful in disguise, . . . .
and the rest of it."
Now while the monkey was telling these stories to the crocodile, another water-beast came up and said: "Friend crocodile, your wife has starved herself to death."
When the crocodile heard this, he was bewildered in spirit, and lamented: "Oh, what has come upon me, upon hapless me? For the proverb says:
Where a mother does not dwell And a wife who flatters well, Better leave the house, and roam Forests not so wild as home.
​Oh, my friend! Forgive my sins toward you. For I have lost her, and I plan to burn myself alive."
When the monkey heard this, he laughed and said: "Come now! I knew from the very beginning that you were henpecked and in leading-strings. And this proves it. You dunderhead! You despair when you ought to be happy. When a wife like that dies, you ought to give a party. For the proverb says:
A wife forever nagging And falling in a rage, Is not a wife, say sages, But premature old age.
Therefore with patient effort Avoid the very name Of every earthly woman, If comfort be your aim.
For what she feels, she does not say; She speaks and looks a different way; Far from her looks her actions veer: Oh, woman, woman! You are queer.
But enough!
One fact suffices. Cite no more! They kill the children that they bore.
And yet:
Though girls are tasteless, hard, and selfish, Boys think them sweet and soft and elfish."
"True enough," said the crocodile, "but what am I to do? Two calamities have befallen me. First, my home is ruined. And second, I have quarreled with ​ my friend. Yet so it goes with the unfortunate. You know the stanza:
The cleverness that you have shown, You naked thing! is twice my own; Your husband and your lover fair Are lost. But why this vacant stare?"
"How was that?" asked the monkey. And the crocodile told the story of
THE FARMER'S WIFE
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 4/The Pert Hen-Sparrow

THE PERT HEN-SPARROW
In a certain wood lived a sparrow and his wife who had built their nest on the branch of a tree ​One day in the month of February a monkey took shelter under the tree; for he had been caught in an unseasonable hail-storm, and his body shivered to the slightest breeze. Since his teeth were making music and his face was woebegone and his hands and feet were tightly clenched, the hen-sparrow said to him compassionately:
With hands and feet of human plan, Almost you seem to be a man. So, if you find the weather cool, Why not construct a house, you fool?
When the monkey heard this, he reflected: "Well, well, some people fancy themselves. Here is this paltry hen-sparrow who has a good opinion of her own judgment. The well-known saying is correct:
Of self-conceit all creatures show An adequate supply: The plover lies with claws upstretched To prop the falling sky."
Thereupon he said to her:
You slut! You wench! You smarty! You needle-face! Be still, Or I will spoil the party; I will, I will, I will.
But she continued to ply him with excellent advice concerning the construction of a house, even after he had thus requested her not to do so. So he climbed the tree and destroyed her nest, breaking it to bits.
"And that is why I say:
Give counsel only when it fits, . . . .
and the rest of it."
Then the crocodile said: "Oh, my friend, I did wrong, but please remember our old friendship and give me good advice."
"I will not tell you a thing," said the monkey, "because you took your wife's advice and carried me out to sea in order to drop me in. However much you love your wife, why throw friends, relatives, and such into the ocean just because she asks it?"
And the crocodile answered: "My dear fellow, it is all true. Yet consider the maxim, 'Seven words make friendship,' and give me a bit of good advice. For there is a saying:
Disaster cannot threaten The man of sterling worth Who offers helpful counsel— In heaven, or on earth.
So, though I did you a wrong, I beg you to show forgiveness by giving good advice. You know the proverb:
And is there any saintlihood In recompensing good with good? But worthy men go seeking still The saints returning good for ill."
Then the monkey said: "Well, well, my good fellow, I advise you to go and fight him. For there is a saying:
Sway patrons with obeisance; In heroes raise a doubt; Fling petty bribes to flunkeys; With equals, fight it out."
"How was that?" asked the crocodile. And the monkey told
HOW SUPERSMART ATE THE ELEPHANT
# The Panchatantra (Purnabhadra's Recension of 1199 CE)/Book 4/Loss of Gains

BOOK IV
LOSS OF GAINS
BOOK IV LOSS OF GAINS
Here, then, begins Book IV, called "Loss of Gains." The first verse runs:
Blind folly always has to pay For giving property away Because of blandishments and guile— The monkey tricked the crocodile.
"How was that?" asked the princes. And Vishnusharman told the story of
THE MONKEY AND THE CROCODILE
# The Practical Designer for Women's and Misses' Underwear

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New York: The Leading Pattern Co., page 789
The Practical Designer
FOR
Women's and Misses'
UNDERWEAR
consisting of
Corset Covers, Camisoles, Brassiers, Envelope Chemise, Nightgowns, Drawers, Bloomers, Combinations, Pajamas, Princess Slips and Petticoats
According to the most up-to-date method.
Specially designed for self-instruction and Copyrighted by
Prof. I. ROSENFELD.
Entered in the Library of Congress, Washington, D. C. 1918.
Published by
THE LEADING PATTERN CO.
INDEX
WOMEN'S AND MISSES' UNDERWEAR
| | Page |
| Title page for Women's and Misses' Underwear | 789 |
| Problem of Underwear | 790-791 |
| Proper Way of Taking Rise Measurement | 792 |
| Proportional Measurements for Women's and Misses' Underwear | 793 |
| Woman's First Foundation Lines | 794-795 |
| Woman's Second Foundation Lines | 796-797 |
| Woman's Corset Cover | 798-799 |
| Woman's Tight-fitting Corset Cover | 800-801 |
| Woman's Brassiere | 802-803 |
| Woman's Camisole | 804-805 |
| Woman's Chemise | 806-807 |
| Woman's Envelope Chemise | 808-809 |
| Woman's One-piece Night Gown | 810-811 |
| Woman's Night Gown with Yoke | 812-813 |
| Woman's Princess Slip | 814-815 |
| Woman's Bloomers or Knickerbockers, Front Part | 816-817 |
| Woman's Bloomers or Knickerbockers, Back Part | 816-817 |
| Woman's Drawers, Front Part | 818-819 |
| Woman's Drawers, Back Part | 818-819 |
| Woman's Pantaloon Pajamas, Front Part | 820-821 |
| Woman's Pantaloon Pajamas, Back Part | 820-821 |
| Woman's One-piece or Circular Drawers | 822 |
| Woman's Envelope Drawers | 823 |
| Woman's One-piece Pajamas, Kimono Style, Front Part | 824-825 |
| Woman's One-piece Pajamas, Kimono Style, Back Part | 826-827 |
| Woman's Combination Chemise, Back Part | 828-829 |
| Woman's Combination Chemise, Front Part | 828-829 |
| Woman's Step-in Chemise | 830-831 |
| Woman's One-piece Step-in | 830-831 |
| The Study of the Stout Form | 832 |
| Proportional Stout Measurements for Women | 833 |
| Woman's Tight-fitting Drawers, Front Part | 834-835 |
| Woman's Tight-fitting Drawers, Back Part | 834-835 |
| Woman's Kimono Effect Foundation | 836-837 |
| Woman's Pajama Blouse | 838-839 |
| Woman's Standing Collar | 840 |
| Woman's Flat Collar | 841 |
| Woman's One-piece Sleeve on Top of Armhole | 842-843 |
| Woman's Two-piece or Four Gore Petticoat | 844-845 |
| Woman's Five Gore Petticoat | 846-847 |
| Misses' Foundation Outline | 848-849 |
| Style Illustrations | 850 |
| Grading for Women's and Misses' Underwear | 853 |
| Problem of Grading for Women's and Misses' Underwear | 854 |
# The Power of Words

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# The Power of the Spirit

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THE POWER OF THE SPIRIT
BY
PERCY DEARMER, M.A., D.D. PROFESSOR OF ECCLESIASTICAL ART, KING'S COLLEGE, LONDON
HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
LONDON EDINBURGH GLASGOW NEW YORK TORONTO MELBOURNE CAPE TOWN BOMBAY
1919
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​In one of the chief text-books of theology used in our theological seminaries, the following references are given by the index : 'Holy Ghost, addition of Article on, 198; Divinity of, 199; distinct personality of, 201; history of the doctrine of, 204; procession of, 209; blasphemy against; 446 seq.'
This seemed to leave room for a little more upon the subject. I therefore ventured to choose 'The Power of the Spirit' as the subject for the Page Lectures, at Berkeley Divinity School, Middletown, Connecticut, this year.
1919.
CONTENTS :
| | | PAGE |
| I. | Military Virtue | 7 |
| II. | The Gifts of the Spirit | 27 |
| III. | The Talents of the Spirit | 54 |
| IV. | The Fruits of the Spirit | 81 |
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# The Princess and the Microbe

1903
* "The Princess and the Microbe" in Scribner's Magazine, Vol. 34, No. 2, Aug. 1903
* The Princess and the Microbe in The Princess Pourquoi, 1907
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