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# Spouter's companion/Tell's Speech

TELL'S SPEECH.
Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! I hold to you the hands you first beheld, To show they still are free. Methinks I hear A spirit in your echoes answer me, And bid your tenant welcome to his home Again!—O sacred forms, how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky! How huge you are! how mighty, and how free! Ye are the things that tower, that shine—whose smile Makes glad—whose frown is terrible—whose forms, Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear Of awe divine. Ye guards of liberty, I'm with you once again!—I call to you With all my voice!—I hold any hands to you To show they still are free. I rush to you As though I could embrace you! Scalding yonder peaks I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow O'er the abyss:— his broad-expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will That buoy'd him proudly up. Instinctively I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still His airy circle, as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath
​And round about; absorb’d, he heeded not The death that threaten’d him.—I could not shoot; ’Twas li(illegible text)—I turned my bow aside, And let him soar away! Heavens, with what pride I used To walk these hills, and look up to my God, And bless him that it was so. It was free— From end to end, from cliff to lake ’twas free! Free as our torrents are that leap our rocks, And plough our valleys, without asking leave; Or as our peaks that wear their caps of snow, In very presence of the regal sun. How happy was I then! I loved Its very storms. Yes, Emma, I have sat In my boat at night, when, midway o’er the lake, The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge The wind came roaring. I have sat and eyed The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled To see him shake his lightnings o’er my head, And think I had no master save his own. You know the jutting cliff round which a track Up thither winds, whose base is but the brow To such another one, with scanty room For two a-breast to pass? O’ertaken there By the mountain blast, I’ve laid me flat along, And while gust followed gust more furiously, As if to sweep me o’er the horrid brink, And I have thought of other lands, whose storms Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just Have wished me there—the thought that mine was free Has check’d that wish, I have raised my head, And cried in thraldom to that furious wind, Blow on! This is the land of liberty!
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# Spouter's companion

THE
SPOUTER'S COMPANION.
CONTENTS.
Outalissi’s Death Song—How-d’ye-do and Good- bye—Gertrude Von Der Wart—Billy Dip— Tell’s Speech—The Country Schoolmaster— Alonzo the Brave—The Old Man, his Son, and Ass—On the Downfall of Poland—The Fate of Richmond the Spy—Parody on Lord Ullin’s Daughter—Hohenlinden.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
* Outalissi's Death Song
* How-d'ye-do and Good-bye
* Gertrude Von Der Wart
* Billy Dip
* Tell's Speech
* The Country Schoolmaster
* Alonzo the Brave
* The Old Man, His Son, and Ass
* On the Downfall of Poland
* The Fate of Richmond the Spy
* Parody on Lord Ullin's Daughter
* Hohenlinden
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# Spouter's companion/Outalissi's Death Song

RECITATIONS.
OUTALISSI'S DEATH-SONG.
"And I could weep,"—the Oneyda chief
His descant wildly thus begun—
"But that I may not stain with grief The death-song of my father's son, Or bow his head in woe! For, by my wrongs and by my wrath,
To-morrow Areouski's breath, That fires yon heaven with storms of death,
Shall light us to the foe: And thou shalt share, my Christian boy, The foeman's blood, the avenger's joy!
But thee, my flower, whose breath was given By milder genii o'er the deep, The spirits of the white man's heaven Forbid not thee to weep:— Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve. To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave
Of her who loved thee most: She was the rainbow to thy sight!
​To-morrow let us do or die!— But when the bolt of death is hurl’d, Ah! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world?— Seek we thy once-loved home?— The hand is gone that cropp’d its flowers! Unheard their clock repeats its hours! Cold is the hearth within their bowers! And should we thither, roam, Its echoes, and its empty tread, Would sound like voices from the dead!
Or shall we cross yon mountains blue, Whose streams my kindred nation quaff’d, And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft?— Ah! there, in desolation, cold, The desert-serpent dwells alone, Where grass o’ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old! Then seek we not their camp—for there— The silence dwells of my despair!
But hark, the trump!—to-morrow thou In glory’s fires shalt dry thy tears! Even from the land of shadows now My father’s awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll! He bids my soul for battle thirst— He bids me dry—the last!—the first!— The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi’s soul! Because I may not stain with grief
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# Spouter's companion/Billy Dip

BILLY DIP.
Chloe, a maid at fifty-five, Was at her toilette dressing; Her waiting-maid, with iron hot, Each paper'd curl was pressing. The looking-glass her eyes engross, While Betty humm'd a ditty; She gazed so much upon her face, She really thought it pretty.
Her painted cheeks and pencill'd brows She could not but approve, Her thoughts on various subjects turn'd, At length she fix'd on love: ​"And shall," said she, "a virgin life Await these pleasing charms? And will not sighing, blooming youth Receive me to his arms?—
Forbid it, Love!" She scarce had spoke, When Cupid laid a trap; For, at the chamber door was heard A soft and gentle rap: Cried Betty, "who is at the door?" "Aye tell," quoth Chloe, "true;" When straight a tender voice replied, "Dear ma'am, I dye for you."
"What's that," she said, "O, Betty, say; A man! and dio for me! And can I see the youth expire?— Oh no, it must not be! Haste, Betty,—open quick the door:" 'Tis done; and, lo! to view, A little man with bundle stood, In sleeves and apron blue.
"Ye Powers!" cried Chloe, "what is this? What vision do I see? Is this the man, oh, mighty Love!— The man that dies for me?" "Yes, ma'am; your ladyship is right," The figure straight replied, "And hard for me it would have been If I had never dyed.
La! ma'am, you must have heard of me, Although I'm no highflyer; I live just by at No. 1, I'm Billy Dip, the dyer.
​'Twas I, ma'am, Betty there employed To dye your lustering gown; And I not only dye for you, But I dye for the whole town."
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# Spouter's companion/Hohenlinden

HOHENLINDEN.
On Linden when the sun was low, All bloodless lay tho untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding firos of death to light The darkness of her scenery!
By torch and trumpet fast array'd,
Each horseman drew his battle-blade,
And furious every charger neigh’d, To join tho dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of Heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser rolling rapidly.
'Tis morn—but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
The combat deepens—On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave; Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And chargo with all thy chivalry!—
Few, few shall part where many meet,— The snow shall be their winding-sheet And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
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# Spouter's companion/On the Downfall of Poland

ON THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND.
And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile, O sacred Truth, thy triumph ceased a while, When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars Her whiskered pandours, and her fierce hussars, Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, Pealed her loud drum, and twangod her trumpet horn; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van,
Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man.
Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid,— "O Heavens," he cried, "my bleeding country save! Is there no hand on high to shield the bravo? Yet, though destruction sweep theso lovely plains, Rise, fellow men, our country yet remains; By that dread name we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live—with her to die."
He said, and on the rampart heights arrayed, His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed: Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form. Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm.
​Low, murmuring sounds along their banner fly, Revenge or death—The watchword and reply; Then pealed the drum, omnipotent to charm, And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm.
In vain—alas, in vain, ye gallant few, From rank to rank your vollied thunder flew; O, bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe. Dropt from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career; Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell.
The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there, Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air— On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow— Her blood-dyed waters murmuring far below; The storm prevails, the rampart yields away— Burşts the wild cry of horror and dismay; Hark, as the mouldering piles with thunder fall, A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call; Earth shook—red meteors flashed along the sky, And conscious nature shuddered at the cry.
O righteous Heaven, ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance, where thy rod, That smote the foes of Zion and of God? That crushed proud Ammon, when his iron car Was yoked in wrath, and thundered from afar? ​Where was the storm that slumbered till the host Of blood-stained Pharaoh left their trembling coast, Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow, And heaved an ocean on their march below?
Departed spirits of the mighty dead, Ye that at Marathon and Leucra bled, Friends of the world, restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van; Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own. Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The Patriot Tell-the Bruce of Bannockburn.
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# Stories of Bengalee Life/The Wiles of a Pleader

Original story is here.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
# Stories of King Arthur and His Knights/Chapter 1

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him a long time. And the duke was named the Duke of Tintagil. Ten miles away from his castle, called Terrabil, there was, in the castle Tintagil, Igraine of Cornwall, that King Uther liked and loved well, for she was a good and fair lady, and passing wise. He made her great cheer out of measure, and desired to have her love in return; but she would not assent unto him, and for pure anger and for great love of fair Igraine King Uther fell sick.
At that time there lived a powerful magician named Merlin, who could appear in any place he chose, could change his looks as he liked, and at will could do wonderful things to help or to harm knights and ladies. So to King Uther came Sir Ulfius, a noble knight, and said, "I will seek Merlin, and he shall do you remedy so that your heart shall be pleased." So Ulfius departed, and by adventure met Merlin in beggar's array, and made him promise to be not long behind in riding to Uther's pavilion.
Soon Merlin stood by the king's side and said: "I know all your heart, and promise ye shall have your desire, if ye will be sworn to fulfil my wish." This the king solemnly agreed to do, and then Merlin said: "After ye shall win Igraine as wife, a child shall be born to you that is to be given unto me to be brought up as I will; this shall be for your honour and the child's avail."
That night King Uther met in battle the Duke of Tintagil, who had protected Igraine in her castle, and overcame him. Then Igraine welcomed Uther as her true lover, for Merlin had given him the appearance of one dear to her, and, the barons being all well accorded, the two were married on a morning with great mirth and joy.
When the time came that Igraine should bear a son, Merlin came again unto the King to claim his promise, and he said: "I know a lord of yours in this land, a passing true man and a faithful, named Sir Ector, and he shall have the nourishing of your child. Let the young Prince be delivered to me at yonder privy postern, when I come for him."
So the babe, Arthur Pendragon, bound in a cloth of gold, was taken by two knights and two ladies to the postern gate of the castle and delivered unto Merlin, disguised as a poor man, and by him was carried forth to Sir Ector, whose wife nourished him as her own child.
Then within two years King Uther fell sick of a great malady. Wherefore all the barons made great sorrow, and asked Merlin what counsel were best, for few of them had ever seen or heard of the young child, Arthur. On the morn all by Merlin's counsel came before the King, and Merlin said: "Sir, shall your son Arthur be king, after your days, of this realm with all the appurtenance?"
Then Uther Pendragon turned him and said in hearing of them all, "I give him God's blessing and mine, and bid him righteously and honourably to claim the crown upon forfeiture of my blessing."
Therewith he died, and he was buried as befitted a king, and the Queen, fair Igraine, and all the barons made great sorrow.
# The Aborigines of Victoria

* Volume 1
* Volume 2
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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Dennis

Edition of 1879. See also Dennis, Massachusetts on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ DENNIS, a town of Barnstable co., Mass., on Cape Cod, about 65 m. S. E. of Boston; pop. in 1870, 3,269. It extends entirely across the peninsula, here 8 m. wide, and is separated from Yarmouth by Bass river. It contains a number of churches and schools. Most of the inhabitants are engaged in commerce, ship building, and fishing. About 50 vessels are annually employed in cod and mackerel fishing, and 80 or 90 in the coasting trade. The Cape Cod railroad passes through the town.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Denman, Thomas

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​ DENMAN, Thomas lord chief justice of England, born in London, Feb. 23, 1779, died at Stoke Albany, Northamptonshire, Sept. 22, 1854. The only son of Thomas Denman, M. D., author of a well known work on midwifery, he graduated in 1800 at St. John's college, Cambridge, was called to the bar in 1806, returned to parliament for Wareham at the general election of 1818, and in 1820 for Nottingham, representing that town from this time till 1826, and again in 1830-'31. In 1820 he took a distinguished part as solicitor in the trial of Queen Caroline. In 1822 he was appointed common serjeant of the city of London; from 1830 to 1832 he was attorney general; and from 1832 till 1850, he was chief of the king's bench. He was raised to the peerage in 1834. His “Life,” by Sir Joseph Arnould, was published in 1873.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Denner, Balthasar

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​ DENNER, Balthasar, a German portrait painter, born in Hamburg in 1685, died there, April 14, 1747. He was employed by Frederick the Great and other German princes, and was invited by George I. to England, where he met with little encouragement. His chief merit consists in the mechanical finish of his pictures, some of which require to be examined with a magnifying glass in order that the labors of the artist may be appreciated. In his head of an old woman in the gallery of Vienna the down on the cheeks and the pores of the skin are represented with scrupulous exactness. This picture was purchased by the emperor Charles VI. for 4,700 imperial florins, and the artist was commissioned to furnish a companion piece of an old man, which is not less carefully finished. His pictures were in great request in his day and brought very high prices.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Dennie, Joseph

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​ DENNIE, Joseph, an American author and journalist, born in Boston, Aug. 30, 1768, died in Philadelphia, Jan. 7, 1812. He graduated at Harvard college in 1790, and studied law at Charlestown, N. H., where he was admitted to the bar. He read the Episcopal service to members of that communion at Claremont, and was urged to enter holy orders, with the promise of a settlement. In 1795, having acquired some reputation by literary contributions to various newspapers, under the title of “The Farrago,” he became connected with a weekly journal published in Boston, called the “Tablet.” This publication survived but three months, and in the summer of 1795 Dennie removed to Walpole, N. H., and became editor of the “Farmer's Weekly Museum,” which attained extensive popularity under his management. His most notable contributions were a series of essays entitled “The Lay Preacher.” The articles were discursive and lively, were widely copied by the newspapers of the Union, and gave their author a high reputation as a graceful and humorous essayist. The publisher became bankrupt in 1798, and Dennie was induced to become a candidate for congress, but was defeated. In 1799 he went to Philadelphia to fill the position of confidential secretary to Timothy Pickering, then secretary of state. He remained in this office but a few months, and after editing for a short time the “United States Gazette,” on Jan. 1, 1801, he commenced, in conjunction with Asbury Dickins, the publication in Philadelphia of the “Port Folio,” originally a weekly, but subsequently a monthly journal, in which he adopted the editorial cognomen of “Oliver Old-school.” The “Port Folio” was the vehicle of frequent communications from John Quincy Adams (whose letters from Silesia were originally published in it), Horace Binney, Judge Hopkinson, Robert Walsh, Charles Brockden Brown, and other literary men, and maintained for many years a high reputation. He continued to be connected with the “Port Folio” until his death, and was highly esteemed for his social qualities as well as for his literary abilities. He was the originator of the “Tuesday Club.”
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Denton

Edition of 1879. See also Denton County, Texas on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
DENTON, a N. E. county of Texas, drained by two forks of Trinity river, and occupied partly by prairies and partly by vast forests called the Cross Timbers; area 900 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 7,251, of whom 500 were colored. The chief productions in 1870 were 18,216 bushels of wheat, 173,510 of Indian corn, 41,060 of oats, 11,826 of sweet potatoes, and 674 bales of cotton. There were 6,195 horses, 2,863 milch cows, 35,220 other cattle, 5,331 sheep, and 10,200 swine. Capital, Denton.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Depping, Georges Bernard

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DEPPING, Georges Bernard, a miscellaneous writer, born at Münster in Westphalia, May 11, 1784, died in Paris, Sept. 5, 1853. He went to Paris in 1803, and during the rest of his life was engaged in writing books on a variety of subjects and preparing articles for various periodicals and cyclopædias. Among his works were two juvenile books which obtained great popularity, and were translated into several languages: Les soirées d'hiver, ou entretiens d'un père avec ses enfants sur le génie, les mœurs et l'industrie des divers peuples de la terre (2 vols., 3d ed., 1832), and Merveilles et beautés de la nature en France (2 vols., 1835). He assisted Malte-Brun in his geographical works, and wrote descriptive sketches of Switzerland, Greece, England, and other countries. His most important historical works are: Histoire générale de l'Espagne (2 vols., 1811); Histoire des expéditions maritimes des Normands et de leur etablissement en France au dixième siècle (1826); Histoire du commerce entre le Levant et l'Europe, depuis les croisades jusqu'à la fondation des colonies d'Amérique (2 vols., 1832); Les Juifs dans le moyen âge (1834); and Histoire de la Normandie sous le regne de Guillaume le Conquérant et de ses successeurs (2 vols., 1835). Several of these have been translated into other languages. He also wrote several books of travel, made various translations, edited the Romancero castellano and other works, contributed to the Biographie universelle and the Encyclopédie portative, and published an autobiography in German entitled Erinnerungen aus dem Leben eines Deutschen in Paris. An account of his life and works, by Alfred Maury, was published in Paris in 1854.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Deptford

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DEPTFORD, a town and naval arsenal in Kent and Surrey, England, on the right bank of the Thames, at the mouth of the Ravensbourne, on the Croydon and Greenwich railways, and at the junction of the Croydon and Surrey canals, 3 m. S. E. of London bridge, and contiguous to Greenwich; pop. about 40,000. It contains a royal naval school incorporated in 1840, and two ancient hospitals for decayed pilots and shipmasters or their widows. Its principal feature was formerly the dockyard, established by Henry VIII., enclosing an area of 31 acres, with three slips for ships of the line on the river front, two for smaller vessels opening into a basin 260 by 220 ft., and two dry docks, one communicating with the basin, and the other, a double dock, with the Thames. This famous yard, in which Peter the Great worked as a shipwright, and near which Queen Elizabeth visited Sir Francis Drake on board the Pelican, was closed in 1869. The victualling yard for the royal navy, which adjoins it, is still open, and contains sheep and cattle pens, slaughter houses, salting
establishments, an extensive mill, bakeries, an immense brewery, and cooper shops. There are several private dockyards in the town, and manufactories of some extent, including large engine and boiler works. The retail trade is considerable, and the market gardens are famous. The workhouse stands on the site of Sayes court, the mansion of John Evelyn, in which Peter the Great resided, and the once beautiful grounds are covered in part by the victualling yard.