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# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/The Volcano of Ki-Rau-E-A

See Kīlauea
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* THE VOLCANO OF KI-RAU-E-A, IN HAWAII.
* Artist: W. Ellis, after F. Howard - Engraved by: W. Finden
THE VOLCANO OF KI-RAU-E-A.
EXTRACT FROM STEWART’S JOURNAL OF A RESIDENCE IN THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.
"Standing at an elevation of one thousand five hundred feet, we looked into a black and horrid gulf, not less than eight miles in circumference, so directly beneath us, that, in appearance, we might, by a single leap, have plunged into its lowest depth. The hideous immensity itself, independent of the many frightful images which it embraced, almost caused an involuntary closing of the eyes against it. But when to the sight is added the appalling effect of the various unnatural and fearful noises, the muttering and sighing, the groaning and blowing, the every agonized struggling, of the mighty action within, as a whole, it is too horrible. And for the first moment I felt like one of my friends, who, on reaching the brink, recoiled, and covered his face, exclaiming, "Call it weakness, or what you please, but I cannot look again."—p. 375.
An ebbing tide of fire, the evil powers In fear and anger here are paramount, Rending the bosom of the fertile earth, And spreading desolation. Black as night, And terrible, as if the grave had sent Its own dark atmosphere to upper air, The heavy vapours rise; from out the smoke Break the red volumes of the central flame, And lava floods and burning showers descend, Parching the soil to barrenness. And yet there is the principle of life Within that fiery waste: when years have past, And Time, the beautifier, has been there, Then will the fierce volcano have consumed Its depths of flame, and there the coral reef Will spread; at first a bleak and dangerous waste; Until the wind bear on its wandering wings The fertilizing seeds; the salt sea tide Leave shells and weeds behind, to vegetate. The birds will come o'er ocean, and delight To find a tranquil home remote from men. Flowers will spring up, and trees; and last some ship Will penetrate the waste of waters round, And marvel at the lovely solitude.
According to the theory generally received at present among scientific men, the numerous coral islands of the Pacific are supposed to be formations upon extinct volcanoes.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/The Water Palace, Mandoo

See Mandu, Madhya Pradesh: The Ship Palace
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* THE WATER PALACE, - MANDOO.
* Artist: Copley Fielding - Engraved by: W. Floyd
THE WATER PALACE, MANDOO.
He built it, for he was a king,  And wealth was at his will; He had another mountain hold  Upon a mighty hill: But that was built in times of war  With high and armed walls, With midnight watchers in its towers,  And warriors in its halls; But this sweet palace was for peace,  Built by the water-side, When Zerid sheathed the sword and won  The Persian for his bride.
And beautiful round Ispahan  Spread gardens of the rose, And 'mid her guarded solitude  The young queen pined for those; The conqueror sought a lovely spot,  And built a lovely home; Of porphyry was the shining floor,  Of crystal was the dome. But lovelier were the cypresses  That hung the lake beside; As beauties o'er their mirror bend,  So bent they o'er the tide.
Those giant warriors of the wood,  Palms with their leafy crest, Like waving feathers caught each breeze,  That wandered from the west; And every breeze, of red rose leaves  Brought down a crimson rain,
And fields of rice and scented grass  Made green each distant plain; And cool and bright adown the stream  The water lilies swept, As if within each silvery hold  The god Camdeo slept.
She came, the young and royal bride,  And if the place was fair, Before her eyes shed sunshine round,  How fair when she was there! An hundred maidens and their lutes  Came with their queen along; The mornings passed, the evenings passed,  With story and with song: His sword the conqueror forgot,  Her early home his bride— Whenever they and summer sought  Their palace by the tide.
The early history of Mandoo is involved in much obscurity: it was first possessed by the Dhar Rajahs; to one of these the above verses refer.
Camdeo is the Indian Cupid. He is represented by the Hindoo writers as a beautiful youth, sometimes floating down the Ganges on a lotus; or, at others, riding on a loorie by moonlight, attended by dancing nymphs, the foremost of whom carries his banner, which displays a fish on a red ground. He bears four arrows, each headed by a different flower; his bow is formed of a sugar-cane, and strung with bees.—Sir W. Jones.
The lotus is a species of large lily, of which there are many varieties; some of a pure white, others tinged with a faint, others with a deep red. On a clear wave, the rich crimson has a splendid effect.—Asiatic Annual Register.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1717

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVIII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1717. — May 12, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Dr. Carpenter's "Mental Physiology", | Quarterly Review, | 323 |
| II. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Mac Donald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part XVI., | Advance Sheets, | 335 |
| III. | Robert Herrick. By F. T. Palgrave, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 349 |
| IV. | Charles Young, | Temple Bar, | 354 |
| V. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XII., | Examiner, | 362 |
| VI. | A Slave Hunt in Borneo, | Gentleman's Magazine, | 365 |
| VII. | Miss Muloch (Mrs. Craik), | Victoria Magazine, | 371 |
| VIII. | The Dove of Holy Saturday, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 373 |
| IX. | Mr. Ruskin's Will, | Spectator, | 376 |
| X. | Microscopic Extravagance, | Spectator, | 378 |
| XI. | Old Oak in an Old Inn, | Spectator, | 381 |
| XII. | The New Asceticism, | Spectator, | 383 |
POETRY. :
| Thy Last Farewell, | 322 | The Late Mrs. Nassau Senior's Work, | 322 |
| "From his Loving Mother", | 322 | The Late Mrs. Nassau Senior's Work, | 322 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1717/"From his Loving Mother"

* "FROM HIS LOVING MOTHER."
* Only a name; but a mother's hand
* Writes not in perishing faithless sand:
* Back from the vault of long-buried years,
* Rise memories far too deep for tears.
* Only a name; but 'tis writ in gold,
* For the hand that fashioned the word is cold:
* Spell-bound on the writing the eyes will fall,
* As the Persian gazed on the warning wall.
* Yet the gaze shall leave nothing of doubt or dread,
* It appeals to the heart with a voice from the dead,
* And the dear loved characters stand to prove
* A truth never doubted, a mother's love.
* Such love as she might to a creature of earth,
* She gave to her child when she gave him birth;
* And, perchance, from the bright spirit-world her eye
* Still marks how he moulds his destiny.
* Yea, hushes her harp and with bated breath
* Prays while he wavers 'twixt life and death;
* And if tears from the earth could dim angels' eyes,
* Hers are his griefs with his victories.
* Cassell's Magazine.Rev. Cecil Moore.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1717/The Late Mrs. Nassau Senior's Work

See Mrs. Nassau Senior on Wikipedia
* THE LATE MRS. NASSAU SENIOR'S WORK
* IN MEMORIAM.
* True woman, gentle and yet strong
* To strive with misery and wrong, —
* Thy life was like a rhythmic song
* 'Mid aimless voices.
* The poet whose fine ear has caught
* The music with which life is fraught,
* Through all discordant deed and thought,
* Is loved and honored.
* He does but listen, and translate
* For us who stand outside the gate
* The harmonies for which we wait,
* And yet discern not.
* But thou, with patient, loving care,
* Didst add a lost note here and there
* To the world's symphony, and dare
* To make it sweeter.
* His the ecstatic rapture, thine
* The dull routine of toil divine,
* Where sympathy and skill combine
* In lowly labor.
* We, who have not yet learned to play
* The tune God sets us day by day,
* Look up with wondering eyes, and say,
* "What was thy secret?"
* Spectator.A. Matheson.
# Letters to Brutus/1.1

TO M. IUNIUS BRUTUS (IN MACEDONIA)
ROME (LATE IN MAY)
L. Clodius, tribune-designate, is much attached to me, or, to speak with more empressement, loves me dearly. And when I am assured of that I feel certain--for you know me--that you will conclude that I love him: for nothing seems to me less human than not to give an answering affection to those by whom one's love is challenged. He seemed to me to suspect, much to his chagrin, that some unfavourable report had reached you from his friends, or rather through his enemies, by which your feelings were alienated from him. It is not my habit, my dear Brutus, as I think you know, to make rash statements about another man. It is a risky thing to do, owing to the secret feelings and complicated natures of mankind But I have seen to the bottom of Clodius's heart: I know it, and have formed my judgment of it. There are many proofs of it, but such as I need not write down, for I want you to regard this as a solemn deposition rather than a letter. He has been promoted by Antony--though a large share even of that very favour has its origin in you--and accordingly he would wish his safety so long as it is compatible with ours. But he fully understands--for he is no fool, as you are aware--that matters have come to such a point that both cannot be preserved; accordingly he prefers us. As to yourself, indeed, he both speaks and feels in the most affectionate manner. Wherefore, if anyone has written to you or spoken to you by word of mouth disparagingly of him, I beg you again and again to believe me rather than them. I have greater opportunity of judging than any such casual observer, and I am more devoted to you. Make up your mind that Clodius is most warmly attached to you, and is such a citizen as a man of the greatest sense and most ample fortune is bound to be.
# Letters to Lord John Russell on the Further Measures for the Social Amelioration of Ireland

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LETTERS
TO
LORD JOHN RUSSELL, M.P.
&c. &c. &c.
ON THE
FURTHER MEASURES REQUIRED
FOR THE
SOCIAL AMELIORATION OF IRELAND.
FROM
G. POULETT SCROPE, M.P.
LONDON: JAMES RIDGWAY, PICCADILLY. 1847.
* Letter 1
* Letter 2
* Letter 3
* Letter 4
* Letter 5
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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# Letters to Brutus

Translated by Evelyn Shuckburgh (1900)

## Book 1

* 1.1: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, late May 43 BC
* 1.2: To Brutus at Dyrrhachium, from Rome, 17 April 43 BC
* 1.3: To Brutus at Dyrrhachium, from Rome, 21 April 43 BC
* 1.4: From Brutus at Dyrrhachium, to Cicero at Rome, 7 May 43 BC
* 1.5: To Brutus at Dyrrhachium, from Rome, 5 May 43 BC
* 1.6: From Brutus at Candavia, to Cicero at Rome, 19 May 43 BC
* 1.7: From Brutus in Macedonia, to Cicero at Rome, late May 43 BC
* 1.8: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, May or June 43 BC
* 1.9: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, 8 June 43 BC
* 1.10: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, June 43 BC
* 1.11: From Brutus at Dyrrhachium, to Cicero at Rome, May 43 BC
* 1.12: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, early July 43 BC
* 1.13: From Brutus in Macedonia, to Cicero at Rome, 1 July 43 BC
* 1.14: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, 11 July 43 BC
* 1.15: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, mid July 43 BC
* 1.16: From Brutus in Macedonia, to Cicero at Rome, May 43 BC
* 1.17: From Brutus in Macedonia, to Atticus at Rome, 1 July 43 BC
* 1.18: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, 27 July 43 BC

## Book 2

* 2.1: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, March or April 43 BC
* 2.2: To Brutus in Macedonia, from Rome, 11 April 43 BC
* 2.3: From Brutus at Dyrrhachium, to Cicero at Rome, 1 April 43 BC
* 2.4: To Brutus at Dyrrhachium, from Rome, 12 April 43 BC
* 2.5: To Brutus at Dyrrhachium, from Rome, 16 April 43 BC
* Cicero chronologically:
* 85 BC | 81 BC | 80BC | 76 BC | 70 BC | 69 BC | 68 BC | 67 BC | 66 BC | 65 BC | 64 BC | 63 BC | 62 BC | 61 BC | 60 BC | 59 BC | 58 BC | 57 BC | 56 BC | 55 BC | 54 BC | 53 BC | 52 BC | 51 BC | 50 BC | 49 BC | 48 BC | 47 BC | 46 BC | 45 BC | 44 BC | 43 BC
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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# King Coal/Book II/Chapter 14

Old Mike went to sleep quickly; but Hal had not worked for several days, and had exciting thoughts to keep him awake. He had been lying quiet for a couple of hours, when he became aware that some one was moving in the room. There was a lamp burning dimly, and through half-closed eyes he made out one of the men lifting himself to a sitting position. At first he could not be sure which one it was, but finally he recognised the Greek.
Hal lay motionless, and after a minute or so he stole another look and saw the man crouching and listening, his hands still on the floor. Through half opened eye-lids Hal continued to steal glimpses, while the other rose and tip-toed towards him, stepping carefully over the sleeping forms.
Hal did his best to simulate the breathing of sleep: no easy matter, with the man stooping over him, and a knife-thrust as one of the possibilities of the situation. He took the chance, however; and after what seemed an age, he felt the man's fingers lightly touch his side. They moved down to his coat-pocket.
"Going to search me!" thought Hal; and waited, expecting the hand to travel to other pockets. But after what seemed an interminable period, he realised that Apostolikas had risen again, and was stepping back to his place. In a minute more he had lain down, and all was still in the cabin.
Hal's hand moved to the pocket, and his fingers slid inside. They touched something, which he recognised instantly as a roll of bills.
"I see!" thought he. "A frame-up!" And he laughed to himself, his mind going back to early boyhood--to a dilapidated trunk in the attic of his home, containing story-books that his father had owned. He could see them now, with their worn brown covers and crude pictures: "The Luck and Pluck Series," by Horatio Alger; "Live or Die," "Rough and Ready," etc. How he had thrilled over the story of the country-boy who comes to the city, and meets the villain who robs his employer's cash-drawer and drops the key of it into the hero's pocket! Evidently some one connected with the General Fuel Company had read Horatio Alger!
Hal realised that he could not be too quick about getting those bills out of his pocket. He thought of returning them to "Judas," but decided that he would save them for Edstrom, who was likely to need money before long. He gave the Greek half an hour to go to sleep, then with his pocket-knife he gently picked out a hole in the cinders of the floor and buried the money as best he could. After which he wormed his way to another place, and lay thinking.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1724/I'm in the Dark

* I'M IN THE DARK.
* "I'm in the dark!" cried little Josephine,
* A saucy maiden of but summers three;
* The lamp was out, the grey dawn yet unseen—
* "I'm in the dark! I'm in the dark!" said she.
* "I'm in the dark!" Yet fear not, little one,
* Those are beside thee who for thee would die;
* The night, midwinter deep, will soon be gone,
* And the glad day stand in the eastern sky.
* Light is thy wish, and in that wish we share—
* "Light, light, more light!" "O Lord, that I may see!"
* Some, for unholy uses make the prayer,
* And some, that they the nearer heaven may be.
* Some would uplift the curtain of the year,
* And clutch its secrets with irreverent hand,
* That barn and press may burst with autumn gear,
* Or they among earth's foremost princes stand.
* And some would lift the veil of flesh, and see
* If all be real on the other side,
* If truth be spoken of the One in Three,
* Or if the seers of Jewry raved and lied.
* And some, more happy, of the night complain,
* "It is far spent, and yet there is no day;"
* Weary and sad they watch the window-pane—
* "When will He come? Oh, why so long away?"
* "I'm in the dark!" My darling, so are all,
* Save those blest spirits who have fought and won;
* Light shines upon them there behind the pall,
* Light uncreated, brighter than the sun.
* "I'm in the dark!" Ah me, that wild lament
* Will one day be the ruined spirits' wail,
* When all the lamps of love and grace are spent,
* And not one ray to pierce hell's awful veil!
* Like thine, my child, our terrors and our cares
* Are of mere trifles, sickness, want, and pain.
* A holier fear, in answer to our prayers,
* Give, Lord, and light to make the highway plain;
* Light, as we need it, step by step to tread
* The road to us allotted, strait and steep,
* The thorny waste with cloud and storm o'erspread,
* Then death's drear pass, and heaven's all-crystal keep.
* Sunday Magazine.George S. Outram.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1724

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVIII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1724. — June 30, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Political Biographies, | Quarterly Review, | 771 |
| II. | Pauline. Blundellsaye. Part V., | Blackwood's Magazine, | 781 |
| III. | Barry Cornwall, | Fortnightly Review, | 791 |
| IV. | How I Caught my First Salmon: A Canadian Sketch, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 798 |
| V. | Recent Science, | Nineteenth Century, | 804 |
| VI. | Carita. By Mrs. Oliphant, author of "Chronicles of Carlingford," "Zaidee," etc., Part XVI., | Cornhill Magazine, | 815 |
| | ⁂ Title and Index to Volume CXXXIII., | | |
POETRY. :
| I'm in the Dark, | 770 | Three Houses, | 770 |
| A Feather, | 770 | | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1725

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XIX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1725. — July 7, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Life and Times of Thomas Becket. By James Anthony Froude, | Nineteenth Century, | 3 |
| II. | Pauline. By L. B. Walford, author of "Mr. Smith,"etc. Part VI., | Advance Sheets, | 12 |
| III. | Twenty Years of African Travel, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 27 |
| IV. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XIX., | Examiner, | 44 |
| V. | Genius and Vanity, | Cornhill Magazine, | 52 |
| VI. | A Great Sea-Wave, | Spectator, | 61 |
| VII. | North-Country Fishermen, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 63 |
POETRY. :
| Ave Maria. A Breton Legend, | 2 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1724/A Feather

* A FEATHER.
* "Drop me a feather out of the blue,
* Bird flying up to the sun:"
* Higher and higher the skylark flew,
* But dropped he never a one.
* "Only a feather I ask of thee
* Fresh from the purer air:"
* Upward the lark flew bold and free
* To heaven, and vanished there.
* Only the sound of a rapturous song
* Throbbed in the tremulous light;
* Only a voice could linger long
* At such a wondrous height.
* "Drop me a feather!" but while I cry,
* Lo! like a vision fair,
* The bird from the heart of the glowing sky
* Sinks through the joyous air.
* Downward sinking and singing alone,
* But the song which was glad above
* Takes ever a deeper and dearer tone,
* For it trembles with earthly love.
* And the feather I asked from the boundless heaven
* Were a gift of little worth;
* For oh what a boon by the lark is given
* When he brings all heaven to earth!
* Blackwood's Magazine.J. R. S.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1724/Three Houses

* THREE HOUSES.
* Three houses all alike, all piteous
* With winking windows and a midday gloom,
* All choked with London fog, and hideous
* With monster sideboard in the dining-room;
* Alike, yet all unlike as blight and bloom.
* For the first holds fair lady Gwendoline,
* Whom I have never seen;
* The second bonnie Kate,
* Whom I nor love nor hate;
* But the third house holds in its heart for me
* My little Dorothy.
* My lady, dost thou bind thy bright brown hair,
* Or dost thou steal adown the noiseless stair?
* Love, thou art in the house, and gazing there
* I turn to thee.
* Blackwood's Magazine.J. R. S.
# Letters of Julian/Letter 7

From The Works of the Emperor Julian, volume III (1913) Loeb Classical Library.

## 7. To the Same

It happened that when you sent me your map I had just recovered from my illness, but I was none the less glad on that account to receive the chart that you sent. For not only does it contain diagrams better than any hitherto made; but you have embellished it by adding those iambic verses, not such as "Sing the War of Bupalus," as the poet of Cyrene expresses it, but such as beautiful Sappho is wont to fashion for her songs. In fact the gift is such as no doubt it well became you to give, while to me it is most agreeable to receive. With regard to your administration of affairs, inasmuch as you study to act in all cases both energetically and humanely, I am well pleased with it. For to blend mildness and moderation with courage and force, and to exercise the former towards the most virtuous, and the latter implacably in the case of the wicked for their regeneration, is, as I am convinced, a task that calls for no slight natural endowment and virtue. I pray that you may ever hold fast to these ambitions and may adapt them both solely to what is fair and honourable. Not without reason did the most eloquent of the ancient writers believe that this is the end and aim set for all the virtues. May you continue in health and happiness as long as possible, my well-beloved and most dear brother!

## Footnotes

* ↑ For Bupalus cf. Horace, Epodes 6. 14; Lucian, Pseudologist 2.
* ↑ Callimachus, frag. 90, Ernesti.
* ↑ Literally "nomes," though Julian may only have meant "poetry"; in any case he refers to lyric iambics.
* ↑ An echo of Isocrates, Nicocles 29b.
* ↑ Cf. Oration 1. 3d, Vol. 1.
# Letters of Julian/Letter 71

From The Works of the Emperor Julian, volume III (1913) Loeb Classical Library.

## 71. To Commander Gregory

Even a short letter from you is enough to provide me with grounds for feeling greatly pleased. Accordingly, since I was exceedingly pleased with what you wrote to me, I in turn send you a letter of the same length, because in my judgement the friendly greetings of comrades ought to be rewarded not by length of letter so much as by magnitude of goodwill.

## Footnotes

* ↑ A Gregorius Dux was pretorian prefect in 336, according to Codex Theodosianus 3. 1. 2, but this purely formal letter of the type that survived in epistolary handbooks and is probably addressed to a younger man.
# Letters of Julian/Letter 72

From The Works of the Emperor Julian, volume III (1913) Loeb Classical Library.

## 72. To Plutarch

In all respects my bodily health is fairly good, and indeed my state of mind is no less satisfactory. I fancy there can be no better prelude than this to a letter sent from one friend to another. And to what is this the prelude? To a request, of course! And what is the request? It is for letters in return, and in their sentiments may they harmonise with my own letters and bring me similar news from you, and equally auspicious.

## Footnotes

* ↑ This may be the obscure Athenian philosopher, a contemporary of Julian; cf. Marinus, Proclus 12.
# Letters of Julian/Letter 73

From The Works of the Emperor Julian, volume III (1913) Loeb Classical Library.

## 73. To Maximinus

I have given orders that there shall be ships at Cenchreae. The number of these you will learn from the governor of the Hellenes, but as to how you are to discharge your commission you may now hear from me. It must be without bribery and without delay. I will myself, with the help of the gods, see that you do not repent of having done your duty as I have indicated.

## Footnotes

* ↑ Nothing is known of Maximinus or the circumstances; if the letter is genuine, as is probable, it may refer to Julian's preparations for his march against Constantius in 361.
* ↑ A coast town S.W. of the Isthmus of Corinth.
* ↑ i.e. the proconsul of Achaia who resided at Corinth.