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# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Wont and Done

WONT AND DONE.
I have loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the slave; I then was the servant of all: By this creature so charming I now am fast bound, To love and love's guerdon she turns all around, And her my sole mistress I call.
I've had faith; for the first time my faith is now strong! And though matters go strangely, though matters go wrong. To the ranks of the faithful I'm true: Though ofttimes 'twas dark, and though ofttimes 'twas drear, In the pressure of need, and when danger was near, Yet the dawning of light I now view.
I have eaten; but ne'er have thus rehshed my food! For when glad are the senses and joyous the blood, At table all else is effaced: As for youth, it but swallows, then whistles an air; As for me, to a jovial resort I'd repair, Where to eat and enjoy what I'd taste.
I have drunk; but have never thus relished the bowl! For wine makes us lords, and enlivens the soul, And loosens the trembling slave's tongue. ​Let's seek not to spare then the heart-stirring drink, For though in the barrel the old wine may sink, In its place will fast mellow the young.
I have danced, and to dancing am pledged by a vow! Though no caper or waltz may be raved about now, In a dance that's becoming, whirl round. And he who a nosegay of flowers has dressed, And cares not for one any more than the rest, With a garland of love is aye crowned.
Then once more be merry, and banish all woes! For he who but gathers the blossoming rose, By its thorns will be tickled alone. To-day still, as yesterday, glimmers the star; Take care from all heads that hang down to keep far, And make but the future thine own.
# The murmuring of Bees, has ceased

The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the Year When Nature's laugh is done The Revelations of the Book Whose Genesis was June. Appropriate Creatures to her change The Typic Mother sends As Accent fades to interval With separating Friends Till what we speculate, has been And thoughts we will not show More intimate with us become Than Persons, that we know.
# The narrative of a Japanese; what he has seen and the people he has met in the course of the last forty years.

The narrative of a Japanese, vol. 1 contains Heco's reminiscences, based on diaries that he began to keep as soon as he had mastered English. In the first volume, he describes his boyhood in Japan and the voyage that brought him to America; a trip to Hong Kong; and a return voyage to San Francisco, where a local businessman sponsors Heco's education and travels to New York and Baltimore. This volume concludes with Heco's return to Japan in 1859 and work as interpreter for the U.S. consulate and a second trip to America, 1861-1862.
Edited by James Murdoch.
THE
NARRATIVE
OF A
JAPANESE;
What he has seen and the people he has met in the
course of the last forty years.
BY
JOSEPH HECO.
Edited
BY
JAMES MURDOCH, M.A.
VOL. II.
[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]

## Chapters

* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
* X
* XI
* XII
* XIII
* XIV
* XV
* XVI
* XVII
* XVIII
* Appendix A
* Untitled section 1
* Untitled section 2
* Untitled section 3
* Appendix B
* Untitled section 4
* Errata
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# The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met

The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish to behold so eminent a sight And sang for nothing scrutable But intimate Delight. Retired, and resumed his transitive Estate — To what delicious Accident Does finest Glory fit!
# The narrative of a Japanese; what he has seen and the people he has met in the course of the last forty years./Appendix A

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# The morns are meeker than they were—

* "Autumn" in Poems (1890)
* "The morns are meeker than they were" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# There was a small boy in Quebec

* related portals: Limericks, Canadian poetry.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
A traditional Canadian limerick, quoted in the 1902 "With the 'Ophir' Round the Empire.
There was a small boy in Quebec, Who was buried in snow to the neck. Said a friend: 'Are you friz?' Says he: 'Yes, I is, But they don't call this cold in Quebec.'"
# There is an old belief

There is an old belief, That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief Dear friends shall meet once more. Beyond the sphere of Time and Sin And Fate's control, Serene in changeless prime Of body and of soul.
That creed I fain would keep That hope I'll ne'er forgo, Eternal be the sleep, If not to waken so.
# There is no natural religion

Proposition III in part [b] is missing, either lost or never composed. Source: Blake Archive
There is No Natural Religion [a]
The Argument
Man has no notion of moral
fitness but from Education.
Naturally he is only a natu- ral organ subject to Sense.
I Man cannot naturally Per- ceive, but through his natural
or bodily organs
II
Man by his reason- ing power. can only
compare & judge of
what he has already
perceiv'd.
III From a perception of
only 3 senses or 3 ele -ments none could de- -duce a fourth or fifth
IV
None could have other
than natural or organic
thoughts if he had none
but organic perceptions
V
Mans desires are
limited by his percepti ons. none can de- -sire what he has not
prceiv'd
VI
The desires & percepti- -ons of man untaught by
any thing but organs of
sense, must be limited
to objects of sense.
There is No Natural Religion [b]
I
Man's percepti- -ons are not bound -ed by organs of
perception. he per- -ceives more than
sense (tho' ever
so acute) can
discover
II
Reason or the ra- -tio of all we have
already known is
not the same that
it shall be when
we know more
IV
The bounded is
loathed by its pos- -sessor.The same
dull round even
of the univer[s]e, would
soon become a
mill with complica- -ted wheels.
V
If the many bec- -ome the same as
the few, when pos- -sess'd, More! More!
is the cry of a mista- -ken soul, less than
All cannot satisfy
Man
VI
If any could de- -sire what he is in- -capable of posses- sing, despair must
be his eternal
lot
VII
The desire of
Man being Infi- -nite the possession
is Infinite & him- -self Infinite
Application
He who sees the In- -finite in all things
sees God. He who
sees the Ratio only
sees himself only
Conclusion
If it were not for the
Poetic or Prophetic
character, the Philo- -sophic& Experimen- -tal would soon be
at the ratio of all
things, & stand still,
unable to do other
than repeat the same
dull round over a- -gain
Therefore
God becomes as
we are, that we
may be as he
is
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# There was a little man, and he had a little gun

English nursery rhyme (Roud 1289)
* "There was a little Man" in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book by Nurse Lovechild (1744)
* "The Little Man" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "There was a little man and he had a little gun" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)
# There is another Loneliness

There is another Loneliness That many die without— Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot
But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought And whoso it befall Is richer than could be revealed By mortal numeral—
# There shall be showers of blessing (unsourced)

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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Note differing authorship on the versions page linked above
There shall be showers of blessing by Daniel Webster Whittle
# There is a word
### Version 1

There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The Saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away!
Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory! Behold the keenest marksman- The most accomplished host! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"!

### Version 2

There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away.
Wherever runs the breathless sun - Wherever roams the day - There is it's noiseless onset - There is it's victory! Behold the keenest marsman! The most accomplished host! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot"!
# There is no Frigate like a Book

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry— This Traverse may the poorest take Without opress of Toll— How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human soul
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM DR. SHERIDAN.
YOURS I received, and if it was not that I have a good deal of company to sup at my house upon beef griskins, I would go and play a game of backgammon with Mr. Worral's tables, and be after winning some of Mrs. Worral's coin; I would not fear to ​win a crown piece of her money by playing sixpence halfpenny a time. She is a very good body, and one that I have a great value for: I wish my spouse were but half as good, but of this I shall say nothing more till meeting. I hope my gossip Delany's spouse is upon the mending hand, for they tell me she has been lately much out of order. She is as good a woman as ever breathed, and it is a thousand pities that any thing should ail her. God Almighty wish her well; for I am sure if she went off, the doctor would not meet with her fellow. I hope nothing ails her but a brush.
To morrow I eat a bit with Mr. and Mrs. McGwyre: if you will make one, you will get as hearty a welcome, as if you were their own father; for nobody speaks better of you than they. My humble service to all friends and to yourself, is the request of yours to command,
THADY O SULIVAN.
I lodge hard by the Shovel in Francis street.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 13

FROM THE SAME.
I WOULD have written last post, but I had such a violent headach, that I could no more think than a cabbage. And now all the business I have is to make you a paper visit, only to ask you, how you do? You may think me impertinent for the question; but when I tell you, that I have not above three friends, you will not wonder that I should be afraid of losing one of them; and therefore I must give you some rules of regimen.
1. Walk little and moderately. 2. Ride slow and often. 3. Keep your temper even with my friend Mrs. Whiteway. 4. Do not strain your voice. 5. Fret not at your servants blunders. 6. Take a cheerful glass. 7. Study as little as possible. 8. Find out a merry fellow, and be much with him.
Get these precepts by heart, and observe them strictly, and my life for yours we shall see better times in the next century.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Voltaire to Charles Jean-Baptiste Fleuriau – 1

MR. VOLTAIRE TO THE COUNT DE MORVILLE,
MINISTER AND SECRETARY OF STATE, AT VERSAILLES.
HITHERTO I have confined myself to a tacit admiration of your management of the publick affairs of Europe; but it is impossible for a person, who has your glory so much at heart, and for whom you have a sincere affection, to keep silence any longer, and not to present his sincere compliments to you upon the wisdom of your conduct.
​Besides, I could not decline the honour, which the celebrated dean Swift does me, in offering to deliver this letter to your lordship. I am sensible that he is already known to you by fame, and that you are desirous of his acquaintance. He does honour to a nation which you highly esteem. You have perused the translations of several pieces attributed to him; and who is more capable than you, my lord, of discovering the beauties of an original, even through the veil of an inelegant version? I apprehend you will not be sorry to dine in company with dean Swift, and the president Henault: and I also flatter myself, that the liberty I take in introducing to your acquaintance one of the most extraordinary men that England ever produced; one who is most capable of forming a just idea of your truly great qualities, will be considered by you as a token of my sincere attachment to your person.
I shall ever remain, with the most profound respect and esteem, my lord, your lordship's most obedient humble servant,
VOLTAIRE.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 11

FROM DR. SHERIDAN.
I SINCERELY condole with you for the unspeakable loss of Mr. Harrison, which cannot be repaired in any other of his age in this world. It wounds my heart every moment I recollect him. I do verily believe no man living has met with such severe trials in losses of this kind as you have; and for this last, I must own, that I have great compassion for you, as he was every day growing more and more into a friend and companion; especially at a time of life which requires such a comfort. God Almighty support his poor mother; for none else can give her consolation under such a dreadful affliction.
Poor old Mr. Price cannot hold out a fortnight; and his son claims your promise of getting him something from the Concordatum; if it overtakes him alive, it may be a legacy for a worthy suffering person, who has fallen a sacrifice to his principles. I am, dear sir, with all respect, your most obedient and very humble servant,
THOMAS SHERIDAN.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 17

FROM DR. SHERIDAN.
IF you can believe me, I can assure you, that we have a great plenty of flies at Cavan; and let me whisper you in this letter, nec desunt pediculi nec pulices; but I beseech you not to speak of it. Si me non fallit observatio, we shall have more of the Egyptian plagues, quippe multitudo militum die crastino adventura est in Cavanniam nostrum. I do not know what the devil they will do for meat. De nostro cibo, nisi furtim, aut vi abripiant, uxor me capiat, si gustaverint. The ladies are already bespeaking seats in my field upon the hill, Spectatum ​veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsæ. Ho, brave colonels, captains, lieutenants, and cornets, adeo hie splendentes congregantur ut ipsis pavonibus pudorem incutiunt, of which I am an eye witness, dejectis capitibus caudas demittunt. Our bakers are all so busy upon this occasion, that they double the heat of the weather, atque urunt officinas. But when the army fires on Friday, proh Jupiter! infernum redolebunt et spirabunt. The noise of guns, the neighing of the horses, and the women's tongues, cœlum atque terras miscebunt.
Grouse pouts are come in, I've some in my bin, To butter your chin; When done with our din—— ——ner, through thick and thin We'll walk out and in, And care not a pin Who thinks it a sin. We make some folks grin, By lashing their kin, &c.
I could not mention troop-horses, quin Pegasus noster lusit exultim ut vides; sed jam stabulo inclusus de versibus nihil amplius. You may be surprised at this motley epistle; but you must know that I fell upon my head the other day, and the fall shook away half my English and Latin, cum omnia lingua Gallica, Hispaitica, nec non Italica. I would rather indeed my wife had lost her one tongue, totaliter, quoniam equidem nullus dubito nisi radicitus evelleretur tonitrui suprraret.
I wish your reverence were here to hear the trumpets; Mistake me not, for I mean not the strumpets.
​Well, when will you come down, or will you come at all? I think you may, can, might, could, would, or ought to come. My house is enlarging and you may now venture to bring your own company with you; namely, the provost, archdeacon Wall, the bishop of Clogher, and ———, by way of enlivening the rest. Do not let my lord Orrery come with them; for I know they will not be pleased with his company. My love to my sweetheart Mrs. Whiteway, if she continues constant; if not, my hatred and my gall. Excuse my haste. I hope by the next post to make up for this short epistle. I am, dear sir, with all affection and respect, your most obedient humble servant,
THOMAS SHERIDAN.
I send you a letter from Mr. Carte.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 7

FROM DR. SHERIDAN.
BECAUSE of some dropping young lads coming to me, and because it was impossible for me to get any money before the 23d of this month, I could not fix my vacation. Now I do. On Saturday sennight, the 23d, I set out for Dublin to bring you home: and so, without ifs, ands, and ors, get ready before our fields be stripped of all their gayety. I thank God, I have every good thing in plenty but money; and that, as affairs are likely to go, will not be my complaint a month longer. Belturbet fair will make me an emperor. I have all this town, and six men of my own, at work at this juncture, to make you a winter walk by the river side. I have raised ​mountains of gravel, and diverted the river's course for that end ——— Regis opus, you will wonder and be delighted when you see it. Your works at Quilca are to be as much inferiour to ours here, as a sugarloaf to an Egyptian pyramid. We had a county of Armagh rogue, one Mackay, hanged yesterday: Griffith the player never made so merry an exit. He invited his audience the night before, with a promise of giving them such a speech from the gallows as they never heard: and indeed he made his words good; for no man was ever merrier at a christening than he was upon the ladder.
When he mounted to his proper height, he turned his face to each side of the gallows, and said, in a cheerful manner, Hah, my friend, am I come to you at last! Then turning to the people, Gentlemen, you need not stand so thick, for the farthest shall hear me as easily as the nearest. Upon this a fellow interrupted him, and asked him, Did he know any thing of a gray mare which was stolen from him? Why, what if I should, would you pay for a mass for my soul? Ay, by G—, said the fellow, will I pay for seven. Why then, said the criminal laughing, I know nothing of your mare. After this he entertained the company with two hours history of his villanies, in a loud unconcerned voice. At last he concluded with his humble service to one of the inhabitants of our town, desiring that he might give him a night's lodging, which was all he would trouble him for. He was not the least touched by any liquor; but soberly and intrepidly desired the hangman to do his office: and at last went off with a joke. Match me this with any of your Englishmen, if you can. I have no more news from Cavan, but ​that you have all their hearts, and mine among the rest, if it be worth any thing. My love and service to Mrs. Whiteway, and all friends. I am, dear sir, your most obedient and very humble servant,
THOMAS SHERIDAN.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Thomas Farren to Jonathan Swift - 1

THE ANSWER.
I AM favoured with yours by Mr. Faulkner, and am sorry the health of a man, the whole kingdom has at heart, should be so much in danger.
When the box with your freedom was given the recorder, to be presented to you, I hoped he would, in the name of the city, have expressed their grateful acknowledgments for the many services the publick have received from you, which are the motives that induced us to make you one of our citizens; and as they will ever remain monuments to your glory, we imagined it needless to make any inscription on the box, and especially as we have no precedents on our books for any such. But, as so great and deserving a patriot merits all distinction that can be made, I have, by the consent and approbation of the council, directed the box to you, and hope, what is inscribed upon it, although greatly inferiour to what your merit is entitled to, will however demonstrate the great regard and respect we have for you, on account of the many singular services your pen and your counsel have done this poor country; and am, reverend sir, your most obedient humble servant,
THOMAS FARREN, Mayor.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Martyn, Edward

​MARTYN, Edward, dramatist. Educ.: Belvedere, Dublin; Beaumont, Windsor; Christ Church, Oxford; chiefly self-educated. One of the original founders of the Irish Dramatic Movement in 1899; Founder of the Palestine Choir of men and boys at Dublin for the reform of liturgical music, in same year, which in 1903 became the Schola Cantorum of that Archdiocese; organised a reform of Church architecture, stained glass, etc. 1903; was President of Sinn Fein, 1904-1908; founded at Dublin, 1914, The Irish Theatre for the production of native non-peasant plays, plays in the Irish language, and translations of Continental master dramas; promoter of Gaelic League and other educational improvements for Ireland; is a Governor of the University College, Galway. Pubns: Morgante the Lesser; Preface to Robert Elliott's Art and Ireland; Ireland's Battle for her Language; the following plays:—The Heather Field, 3 acts; Maeve, 2 acts; The Tale of a Town, 5 acts; The Placehunters, 1 act; Romulus and Remus 1 act; Grangecolman, 3 acts; The Dream Physician, 5 acts; The Privilege of Place, 3 acts; Regina Eyre, 4 acts; poems; many articles on Art, Politics, etc. Recns.: Mr. George Augustus Moore; eldest son of late John Martyn, J.P., of Tulira, Co. Galway, and Anne, dau. of late James Smyth, J.P., of Masonbrook, Co. Galway; b. 1859. Res.: Tulira Ardrahan, Co. Galway; 15 Leinster Street, South, Dublin. Kildare Street Club, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Marsham, George

​MARSHAM, George, C.B.E. (1920), B.A. (Oxon.), D.L., Co. Leitrim, D.L., J.P., Kent; only son of late Rev. G. F. Marsham and Elizabeth Marcia (d. 1849), dau. of late W. Jones, of Hayle Place; b. 1849. Res.: Hayle Cottage, Maidstone.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Massey, Hon. Eyre Nathaniel

​MASSEY, Hon. Eyre Nathaniel, Capt. General Res. of Officers; late Capt. Scots Guards; served in S. African War, 1900-02; European War, 1914-19; eldest son of 5th Baron Clarina; b. 8th Feb., 1880; m. 11th July, 1906, Alice Erin, fourth dau. of William Allhusen, of Pintay, Lyme Regis, and has issue a dau. Res.: Riverview, Croom, Co. Limerick; Norman Cross, Peterborough.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Massey, Right Hon. William Ferguson

​MASSEY, Right Hon. William Ferguson, P.C. (1914); Hon. LL.D. (Edinburgh); Prime Minister of New Zealand since 1912. Educ.; Public School and Secondary Schools at Londonderry; went out to New Zealand, 1870, to join his parents, who had emigrated with the Nonconformist settlers. 1862; was early associated with Local Government, and at different times held positions of Member of Road Board, Chairman of School Committee, President of Auckland Agricultural and Pastoral Association, President of Farmers' Club, etc.; entered New Zealand Parliament as Member for Waitemata, 1894; Member for Franklin since 1896; Chief Opposition Whip, 1895; Leader of the Opposition, 1903; has held office as Minister of Lands, Labour, Agriculture, Industries, and Commerce: a Representative of New Zealand Imperial War Cabinet and Conference, 1917-18; Plenipotentiary Peace Conference, Paris, 1919; Grand Officer of the Order of the Crown of Belgium. Pubns.: pamphlets and miscellaneous articles. Recns.: bowling and general interest in all sport; b. Limavady, Co. Derry, 26th March, 1856; son of John Massey and Marian Ferguson; m. Christina, C.B.E., dau. of Walter Paul, Auckland, N.Z.; three sons, two daus. Res.: Wellington, New Zealand. Clubs: Northern, Auckland, Auckland; Wellington, Wellington.