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# The Book of Scottish Song/Tak' tent now, Jean

Tak' tent now, Jean.
[Ivan.]
Tak' tent now, Jean,—ye mind yestreen The tap that raised ye frae your wheel. Your wily e'e, that glanced on me, Ha! lass, the meaning I kent weel. But I ha'e tint thy kindly glint, And lightly now ye geek at me; But, lass, tak' heed, you'll rue the deed, When aiblins we'll be waur to 'gree.
Tak' tent now, Jean,—the careless mein, And cauldrife look, are ill to dree; It's sair to bide the scornfu' pride And saucy leer o' woman's e'e. Ah! where is now the bosom-vow, The gushing tear of melting love, The heav'nly thought, which fancy wrought, Of joy below, and bliss above?
Tak' tent now, Jean,—thae twa sweet een Fu' light and blithely blink I trow; The hinney drop on the red-rose top Is nae sae sweet as thy wee mou': But though thy fair and faithless air Hath wrung the bosom-sigh frae me, A changing mind, and heart unkind, May chill a breast as dear to thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tarry woo

Tarry woo.
[The words of this song occur in the third volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany. The tune is old: that of "Lewie Gordon" is borrowed from it. "Tarry woo," says Burns, "is a very pretty song; but I fancy that the first half stanza, as well as the tune itself, are much older than the rest of the words." Burns was probably right in his conjecture. There is a couplet in Sir John Clerk's song of the "Miller," given at page 178, borrowed from "Tarry woo:"—
"Who'd be a king?—a petty thing. When a miller lives so happy."
This is very similar to the close of the last verse—
Who'd be a king? can ony tell, When a shepherd sings so well?
It may interest many readers in the present song when they know that it was Sir Walter Scott's almost only one. His voice as a singer belonged to that large class of human voices denominated timber-toned; and when called on for a song at a convivial meeting, he generally gotoflf by striking up a verse of "Tarry woo."]
Tarry woo, tarry woo, Tarry woo is ill to spin; Card it weil, card it weil, Card it weil, ere ye begin. When its cardit, row'd, and spun, Then the wark is haflins done; But, when woven, dress'd, and clean, It may be cleadin' for a queen. ​Sing my bonnie harmless sheep, That feed upon the mountains steep, Bleating sweetly, as ye go Through the winter's frost and snow. Hart, and hynd, and fallow-deer, No by half sae useful are: Frae kings, to him that hauds the plou',
All are obliged to tarry woo.
Up, ye shepherds, dance and skip; Ower the hills and valleys trip; Sing up the praise of tarry woo; Sing the flocks that bear it too: Harmless creatures, without blame, That clead the back, and cram the wame; Keep us warm and hearty fou— Leeze me on the tarry woo.
How happy is the shepherd's life,
Far frae courts and free of strife! While the gimmers bleat and bae, And the lambkins answer mae; No such music to his ear! Of thief or fox he has no fear: Sturdy kent, and collie true, Weil defend the tarry woo.
He lives content, and envies none: Not even a monarch on his throne, Though he the royal sceptre sways, Has such pleasant holidays. Who'd be king, can ony tell, When a shepherd sings sae well? Sings sae well, and pays his due With honest heart and tarry woo.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Tee-total Song

Tee-total Song.
[Air, "Cauld kail in Aberdeen."]
There's cauld kail in Aberdeen, And custocks in Strathbogie; And morn and e'en they're blythe and bein, That haud them frae the cogie. Now haud ye frae the cogie, lads, And bide ye frae the cogie; I'll tell ye true, ye'll never rue O' passin' by the cogie!
Young Will was braw and weel put on, Sae biythe was he and vogie, And he got bonny Mary Don, The flower o' a' Strathbogie: ​Wha wad hae thocht at wooing time. He'd e'er forsaken Mary, And ta'en him to the tipplin' trade Wi' boozin' Rab and Harry.
Sair Mary wrought, sair Mary grat, She scarce could lift the ladle; Wi' pithless feet 'tween ilka greet, She rock'd the borrowed cradle. Her weddin" plenishin' was gane, She never thought to borrow: Her bonny face was waxin' wan, And Will wrought all the sorrow.
He's reelin' hame ae winter night, Some later nor the gloamin'; He's ta'en the rig—he's miss'd the brig, And Bogie's ower bim foamin'. Wi' broken banes out ower the stanes, He creepit up Strathbogie, And a' the nicht he pray'd wi' might, To keep him firae the cogie.
Now Mary's heart is light again, She's neither sick nor silly; For auld or young, nae sinfu' tongue Could e'er entice her Willie. And aye the sang through Bogie rang, O! baud ye frae the cogie! The weary gill's the sairest ill On braes o' fair Strathbogie.
# The Betrothed (Manzoni)/front matter

STANDARD
NOVELS.
N° XLIII.
"No kind of literature is so generally attractive as Fiction. Pictures of life and manners, and Stories of adventure, are more eagerly received by the many than graver productions, however important these latter may be. Apuleius is better remembered by his fable of Cupid and Psyche than by his abstruser Platonic writings; and the Decameron of Boccaccio has outlived the Latin Treatises, and other learned works of that author."
THE BETROTHED.
COMPLETE IN ONE VOLUME.
LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, 8. NEW BURLINGTON STREET (SUCCESSOR TO HENRY COLBURN):
BELL AND BRADFUTE, EDINBURGH; AND GUMMING, DUBLIN.
1834.
London: Printed by A. Spottiswoode, New-Street-Square.
# The Better Land

* The Better Land, in The Literary Souvenir, 1827 (1826).
* The Better Land, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1830.
# The Better Sort (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1903)

First American edition. Published 26 February 1903. Sold at $1.50.
THE BETTER SORT
By
HENRY JAMES
* By the Same Author
* THE SACRED FOUNT. $1.50.
* THE WINGS OF THE DOVE. 2 vols. $2.50.
THE BETTER SORT
THE BETTER SORT
BY
HENRY JAMES
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1903
Copyright, 1903, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published, February, 1903
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| Broken Wings | 1 |
| The Beldonald Holbein | 24 |
| The Two Faces | 50 |
| The Tone of Time | 68 |
| The Special Type | 93 |
| Mrs. Medwin | 116 |
| Flickerbridge | 143 |
| The Story in It | 168 |
| The Beast in the Jungle | 189 |
| The Birthplace | 245 |
| The Papers | 312 |
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# The Better Sort (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1903)/Broken Wings

* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
# The Better Sort

The Better Sort is a 1903 book of short stories by Henry James.
* The Better Sort (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)
    — The first English edition; published 26 February 1903, simultaneously with the first American edition
* The Better Sort (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1903)
    — The first American edition; published 26 February 1903, simultaneously with the first English edition
# Tales from the Arabic/The Tenth Officer’s Story

Second-level story, contained in El Melik ez Zahir Rukneddin Bibers el Bunducdari and the Sixteen Officers of Police
THE TENTH OFFICER’S STORY.
‘A great theft had been committed in the city and I was cited, I and my fellows. Now it was a matter of considerable value and they pressed hard upon us; but we obtained of them some days’ grace and dispersed in quest of the stolen goods. As for me, I sallied forth with five men and went round about the city that day; and on the morrow we fared forth [into the suburbs]. When we came a parasang or two parasangs’ distance from the city, we were athirst; and presently we came to a garden. So I went in and going up to the water-wheel, entered it and drank and made the ablution and prayed. Presently up came the keeper of the garden and said to me, “Out on thee! Who brought thee into this water-wheel?” And he cuffed me and squeezed my ribs till I was like to die. Then he bound me with one of his bulls and made me turn in the water-wheel, flogging me the while with a cattle whip he had with ​him, till my heart was on fire; after which he loosed me and I went out, knowing not the way.
When I came forth, I swooned away: so I sat down till my trouble subsided; then I made for my comrades and said to them, “I have found the booty and the thief, and I affrighted him not neither troubled him, lest he should flee; but now, come, let us go to him, so we may make shift to lay hold upon him.” Then I took them and repaired to the keeper of the garden, who had tortured me with beating, meaning to make him taste the like of that which he had done with me and lie against him and cause him eat stick. So we rushed into the water-wheel and seizing the keeper, pinioned him.
Now there was with him a youth and he said, “By Allah, I was not with him and indeed it is six months since I entered the city, nor did I set eyes on the stuffs until they were brought hither.” Quoth we, “Show us the stuffs.” So he carried us to a place wherein was a pit, beside the water-wheel, and digging there, brought out the stolen goods, with not a stitch of them missing. So we took them and carried the keeper to the prefecture, where we stripped him and beat him with palm-rods till he confessed to thefts galore. Now I did this by way of mockery against my comrades, and it succeeded.’
* ↑ i.e. required to find the thief or make good the loss.
* ↑ i.e. the parties aggrieved.
* ↑ Or irrigation-work, usually a bucket-wheel, worked by oxen.
* ↑ Or “came true.”
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# Tales from the Arabic/The Twelfth Officer’s Story

Second-level story, contained in El Melik ez Zahir Rukneddin Bibers el Bunducdari and the Sixteen Officers of Police
THE TWELFTH OFFICER’S STORY.
As I was passing one day in the market, I found that a thief had broken into the shop of a money-changer and taken thence a casket, with which he had made off to the burial-grounds. So I followed him thither [and came up to him, as] he opened the casket and fell a-looking into it; whereupon I accosted him, saying, “Peace be on thee!” And he was startled at me. Then I left him and went away from him.
Some months after this, I met him again under arrest, in the midst of the guards and officers of the police, and he said to them, “Seize yonder man.” So they laid hands on me and carried me to the chief of the police, who said, “What hast thou to do with this fellow?” The thief turned to me and looking a long while in my face, said, “Who took this man?” Quoth the officers, “Thou badest us take him; so we took him.” And he said, “I seek refuge with God! I know not this man, nor knoweth he me; and I said not that to you but of a man other than this.” So they released me, and awhile afterward the thief met me in the street and saluted me, saying, “O my lord, fright for fright! Hadst thou taken aught from me, thou hadst had a part ​in the calamity.” And I said to him, “God [judge] between thee and me!” And this is what I have to tell.’
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# Tales from the Arabic/The Thief’s Story

Third-level story, contained in The Eighth Officer’s Story < El Melik ez Zahir Rukneddin Bibers el Bunducdari and the Sixteen Officers of Police
THE THIEF’S STORY.
The woman who used to act as decoy for them once caught them a woman from a bride-feast, under pretence that she had a wedding toward in her own house, and appointed her for a day, whereon she should come to her. When the appointed day arrived, the woman presented herself and the other carried her into the house by a door, avouching that it was a privy door. When she entered [the saloon], she saw men and champions [and knew that she had fallen into a trap]; so she looked at them and said, “Harkye, lads! I am a woman and there is no glory in my slaughter, nor have ye any feud of blood-revenge against me, wherefore ye should pursue me; and that which is upon me of [trinkets and apparel] ye are free to take.” Quoth they, “We fear thy denunciation.” But she answered, saying, “I will abide with you, neither coming in nor going out.” And they said, “We grant thee thy life.”
Then the captain looked on her [and she pleased him]; so he took her for himself and she abode with him a whole year, doing her endeavour in their service. till they became accustomed to her [and felt assured of ​her]. One night she plied them with drink and they drank [till they became intoxicated]; whereupon she arose and took her clothes and five hundred dinars from the captain; after which she fetched a razor and shaved all their chins. Then she took soot from the cooking-pots and blackening their faces withal, opened the doors and went out; and when the thieves awoke, they abode confounded and knew that the woman had practised upon them.’”’
* ↑ i.e. strong men (or athletes) armed.
* ↑ Fityan, Arab cant name for thieves.
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# Tales from the Arabic/The Thirteenth Officer’s Story

Second-level story, contained in El Melik ez Zahir Rukneddin Bibers el Bunducdari and the Sixteen Officers of Police
THE THIRTEENTH OFFICER’S STORY.
I went out one night to the house of one of my friends and when it was the middle of the night, I sallied forth alone [to go home]. When I came into the road, I espied a sort of thieves and they saw me, whereupon my spittle dried up; but I feigned myself drunken and staggered from side to side, crying out and saying, “I am drunken.” And I went up to the walls right and left and made as if I saw not the thieves, who followed me till I reached my house and knocked at the door, when they went away.
Some days after this, as I stood at the door of my house, there came up to me a young man, with a chain about his neck and with him a trooper, and he said to me, “O my lord, charity for the love of God!” Quoth I, “God open!” and he looked at me a long while and said, “That which thou shouldst give me would not come to the value of thy turban or thy waistcloth or what not else of thy raiment, to say nothing of the gold and the silver that was about thee.” “How so?” asked I, and he said, “On such a night, when thou fellest into peril and the thieves would have stripped thee, I was with them and said to them, ‘Yonder man ​is my lord and my master who reared me.’ So was I the cause of thy deliverance and thus I saved thee from them.” When I heard this, I said to him, “Stop;” and entering my house, brought him that which God the Most High made easy [to me]. So he went his way. And this is my story.’
* ↑ The well-known Arab formula of refusal to a beggar, equivalent to the Spanish “Perdonéme por amor de Dios, hermano!”
* ↑ i.e. what I could afford.
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# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 28

HOW GOD SPRANGE IN TO THE MOUTHE OF A HOOLY LADY.
OW I shalle telle yow vpon this matere of a good lady whiche was hooly of lyf and moche loued god & his seruyse. And that day that she herd no masse, she ete neither flesshe ne fysshe, so euyll at ease was she at her herte. So it happed on a tyme that her chappellayn was in suche wyse seke that he myght not synge The good lady was not wel at ease att her herte, by cause she had lost her seruyse, and walked out of her Castel sayenge, "O good lorde, forgete vs not, but plese hit the to pourueye to vs that we may here the holy seruyce!" And in sayeng these words, she sawe two freres of relygyon comying, of whom she had grete ioye. And anon she demaūded yf they had said masse, and they said "Nay." And she desyred them to synge, and they saide, " Gladly, yf it please god." And when the good lady herd that, she thanked god. And the yonger songe first. And thenne whan he had made thre pyeces of the sacrament, the olde frere beheld it, and sawe one of the partes spryng in to the mouthe of the good lady in maner of a lytel bryght clerenes. The yonge frere loked all aboute where hit was become, and that other trembled for fere and sorowe of his felawe, and cam to hym and sayd that he sholde not be dismayed, for that he sought was in the mouthe of the good lady. Thenne was he wel assured, and thanked god of the myracle that thus happed to this good lady that so moche louyd the seruyce of god. Loo, my faire doughters, this is a good ensample for you certayn. They that love god in his seruyse, god loueth them, as it is shewed appertely by this good lady, whiche had so grete desyre to see hym and here his seruyse as afore is said.
# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 25

AN ENSAMPLE THAT HAPPED AT THE MASSE OF SEYNT MARTYN.
ND yet I shalle saye to yow what befelle att the masse of seynt Martyn of Tours. The hooly man songe the masse, and his godsone seynt Bryce helpe hym to synge, which was after hym Archebisshop of Tours. This saynt Bryce began to laughe, and saynt Martyn apperceyued it. And when the masse was done, seynt Martyn callyd hym, and demaunded of him why he laughed. And he answerd hym that he had sene the deuyll, whiche put in wrytynge alle that the men and wymmen talked togeder as longe as he sayd the masse. Thenne it happed that the parchemyn in whiche the fende wrote was ouer shorte, and he began to drawe it oute along with his teeth, for to make it larger, And when he so drewhe with his teeth the perchemyn escaped fro hym in such wyse that he smote his heede ayenst the stone walle. And for that cause I lough. And whan saynt Martyn hadde herd that seynt Bryce had sene this, he preched vpon this mater to the peple, how it was grete perylle to speke & talke in the masse tyme and in the tyme of the seruyce of god. And yet susteyne the grete clerkes that me ought not saye no prayers in the masse tyme, and in especial whyle the gospell is red, and per omnia with the preface. And for these causes aforsaid, my fair doughters, ye have herby a fayre ensample how that ye out to mayntene you humbly and deuoutely in the Chirche, and not to talke ne iangle for no thyng that may happen.
# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 27

OF A LADY THAT DISPENDED THE FOURTHE PARTE OF THE DAY FOR TO ARAYE HER.
HERE was a lady whiche had her lodgyng by the chirche. And she was alweye acustomed for to be long to araye her, and to make her fresshe and gay, in so moche that it annoyed and greued moche the parson of the Chirche and the parysshens. And it happed on a sonday that she was so long that she sente to the preest that he shold tarye for her, lyke as she had ben acustomed, and it was thenne ferforthe on the day. And it annoyed the peple, and there were somme that said, "How is hit? Shall not this lady this day be pynned ne wel besene in a Myrroure?" And somme said softely, "God sende to her an euyll syght in her myrroure that causeth vs this day and so oftymes to muse & to abyde for her.” & th?ne as it plesyd god for an ensample, as she loked in the Myrroure she sawe therin the fende, whiche shewed to her his hynder parte so fowle and horryble, that the lady wente oute of her wytte, and was al demonyak a long tyme. And after god sente to her helthe, and after she was not so long in arayeng, but thanked god, that had so suffred her to be chastysed. And therfore this is a good ensample, how me ought not to be go long for to apparayle ne to make her gaye, as for to lese the seruyse of the masse, ne to make other to lese the seruyce of god.
# The Booke of Thenseygnementes and Techynge that the Knyght of the Towre made to his Doughters/Chapter 23

OF THE SUSTER OF SEYNT BERNARD WHICHE CAM TO SEE HYM IN GRETE ARAYE.
NE Ensample wylle I telle yow after this matere. It happed that seynt bernard, whiche was an hooly man and of hyhe lygnage, lefte all his grete possessions and noblesse for to serue god in an Abbaye and to lede the better his lyf. He was chosen Abbot, and ware hayer and dyd grete abstynence & was a grete almes man to the poure. And he had a suster whiche was a grete lady, and she cam for to see hym with grete foyson of peple nobly arrayed with ryche robes set with perles & precious stones, & in this grete estate she cam to fore her broder, whiche was a good and holy man. And whan saynt Bernard sawe her in this araye he blessid hym, and torned to her his back. And the lady was gretely abasshed by cause he deyned not to speke to her. & he sente her worde that he was aferd to see her in so grete pryde, & so desguysed & deffaited. Thenne she dide of her ryche atours & ryche robes, & arayed her moche symply, & thene he came to her & said, "Fair suster, yf i loue your body j owe by reson moch more to loue youre sowle. Wene ye not that it displesyth god & hys sayntes & to all the Courte of heuen to see suche pryde and bobauce set vp, and to araye karoyn that within a day after the sowle shal departe shalle so rote and stynke that no creature may feele ne see it withoute errour and abhomynacion. Faire suster, why thynke not ye ones a day how the poure dye for cold and for hongre ther withoute, where as the tenthe parte of youre queyateryes and noblesses myght refresshe and clothe moo than xl persones ageynst the cold?" Thenne this hooly man declared to her hou she shold leue the folye of the world and the bobaunce therof, and shewed to her how she shold saue her sowie soo moche that the good lady wepte. And after she dyde doo selle ​the moost parte of her ryche Roobes and ryche araye, and ledde so hooly a lyf, that she had the grace of god and of the world, that is to say, of good and wyse men, whiche ben better than fooles. And therfor, my fayr doughters, this is a fair Ensample that ye ought not haue youre herte set toward the world, ne to fynde and set these newe gyses and queyntyses to please with the world, but that ye departe so with god, whiche all sendeth, and soo may ye gete youre sauacion. For it is better to haue lasse gownes and robes, that the poure may haue theyr parte, for who someuer sette all his entent for to haue the playsyr of the world, i am certayne that it is folye and temptacion of the fende oure enemye. And ye ought more better to araye yow for the love and honoure of god, than for the folysshe thought of the world, whiche is but a shadowe vnto the regard of hym that all maye, and al gyueth, and alwey endureth his glorye.
OF THE SUSTER OF SEYNT BERNARD WHICHE CAM TO SEE HYM IN GRETE ARAYE