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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LXXXV Your Highness

LXXXV
Lahore, 16th October, 1898.
Your Highness, (Maharaja Of Khetri.)
The letter that followed my wire gave the desired information; therefore I did not wire back about my health in reply to yours.
This year I suffered much in Kashmir and am now recovered and going to Calcutta direct today. For the last ten years or so I have not seen the Puja of Shri Durgâ in Bengal which is the great affair there. I hope this year to be present.
The Western friends will come to see Jaipur in a week or two. If Jagamohan be there, kindly instruct him to pay some attention to them and show them over the city and the old arts.
I leave instructions with my brother Saradananda to write to Munshiji before they start for Jaipur.
How are you and the Prince? Ever as usual praying for your welfare,
I remain yours affectionately, Vivekananda.
PS. My future address is Math, Belur, Howrah Dist. Bengal.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LXX Indian Mirror

LXX
London, 28th October, 1896.
(On the eve of the lecture-tour of Dr. Barrows in India at the end of 1896, Swami Vivekananda in a letter to the Indian Mirror, Calcutta, introduced the distinguished visitor to his countrymen and advised them to give him a fitting reception. He wrote among other things as follows:)
Dr. Barrows was the ablest lieutenant Mr. C. Boney could have selected to carry out successfully his great plan of the Congresses at the World's Fair, and it is now a matter of history how one of these Congresses scored a unique distinction under the leadership of Dr. Barrows.
It was the great courage, untiring industry, unruffled patience, and never-failing courtesy of Dr. Barrows that made the Parliament a grand success.
India, its people, and their thoughts have been brought more prominently before the world than ever before by that wonderful gathering at Chicago, and that national benefit we certainly owe to Dr. Barrows more than to any other man at that meeting.
Moreover, he comes to us in the sacred name of religion, in the name of one of the great teachers of mankind, and I am sure, his exposition of the system of the Prophet of Nazareth would be extremely liberal and elevating. The Christ-power this man intends to bring to India is not that of the intolerant, dominant superior, with heart full of contempt for everything else but its own self, but that of a brother who craves for a brother's place as a co-worker of the various powers already working in India. Above all, we must remember that gratitude and hospitality are the peculiar characteristics of Indian humanity; and as such, I would beg my countrymen to behave in such a manner that this stranger from the other side of the globe may find that in the midst of all our misery, our poverty, and degradation, the heart beats as warm as of yore, when the "wealth of Ind" was the proverb of nations and India was the land of the "Aryas".
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/LX Alasinga

LX
U. S. A., March, 1896.
Dear Alasinga,
. . . Push on with the work. I will do all I can. . . . If it pleases the Lord, yellow-garbed Sannyâsins will be common here and in England. Work on, my children.
Mind, so long as you have faith in your Guru, nothing will be able to obstruct your way. That translation of the three Bhâshyas (commentaries) will be a great thing in the eyes of the Westerners.
. . . Wait, my child, wait and work on. Patience, patience. . . . I will burst on the public again in good time. . . .
Yours with love, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/Note

NOTE
Before leaving for the U.S.A. Swamiji used to change his name very often. In earlier years, he signed as Narendra or Naren; then for some time as Vividishananda or Sachchidananda. But for the convenience of the readers, these volumes use the more familiar name of Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/L Mrs. Bull

L
Thousand Island Park, August, 1895.
Dear Mrs. Bull,
. . . Now here is another letter from Mr. Sturdy I send it over to you. See how things are being prepared ahead. Don't you think this coupled with Mr. Leggett's invitation as a divine call? I think so and am following it. I am going by the end of August with Mr. Leggett to Paris, and then I go to London.
What little can be done for my brethren and my work is all the help I want from you now. I have done my duty to my people fairly well. Now for the world that gave me this body — the country that gave me the ideas, the humanity which allows me to be one of them!
The older I grow, the more I see behind the idea of the Hindus that man is the greatest of all beings. So say the Mohammedans too. The angels were asked by Allah to bow down to Adam. Iblis did not, and therefore he became Satan. This earth is higher than all heavens; this is the greatest school in the universe; and the Mars or Jupiter people cannot be higher than we, because they cannot communicate with us. The only so-called higher beings are the departed, and these are nothing but men who have taken another body. This is finer, it is true, but still a man-body, with hands and feet, and so on. And they live on this earth in another Âkâsha, without being absolutely invisible. They also think, and have consciousness, and everything else like us. So they also are men, so are the Devas, the angels. But man alone becomes God; and they all have to become men again in order to become God. . . .
Yours etc., Vivekananda.
# The Daylight is Dying

The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and frondage Where shadows are deep, They pass to its bondage -- The kingdom of sleep.
And watched in their sleeping By stars in the height, They rest in your keeping, O wonderful night. When night doth her glories Of starshine unfold, 'Tis then that the stories Of bush-land are told.
Unnumbered I hold them In memories bright, But who could unfold them, Or read them aright? Beyond all denials The stars in their glories, The breeze in the myalls, Are part of these stories.
The waving of grasses, The song of the river That sings as it passes For ever and ever, The hobble-chains' rattle, The calling of birds, The lowing of cattle Must blend with the words.
Without these, indeed, you Would find it ere long, As though I should read you The words of a song That lamely would linger When attacking the rune, The voice of a singer, The lilt of the tune.
But, as one half-hearing An old-time refrain, With memory clearing, Recalls it again, These tales roughly wrought of The Bush and its ways, May call back a thought of The wandering days;
And, blending with each In the memories that throng There haply shall reach You some echo of song.
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# The Days O' Langsyne (1802)

THE
Days O' Langsyne.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
The HAPPY STRANGER, New Way.
THE HAPPY MARRIAGE.
O DEAR! I'M SO PLEAS'D.
A TRIP TO THE FAIR.
GLASGOW, PRINTED BY J & M ROBERTSON, SALTMARKET, 1802.
* The Days O' Langsyne
* The Happy Stranger, New Way
* The Contented Wife
* The Husband's Answer
* The Happy Marriage
* O Dear! I'm So Pleas'd
* A Trip to the Fair
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# The Day to the Night

* Meynell, Alice (1875), as "Song of the Day to the Night" in Preludes.
* Meynell, Alice (1921), "The Day to the Night" in Poems.
# The Days O' Langsyne

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* "The Days o' Lansyne" (also titled "The Chelsea Pensioners"), a poem by Susanna Blamire
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# The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce

* Volume I: Ashes of the Beacon ♦ The Land beyond the Blow ♦ For the Ahkoond ♦ John Smith, Liberator ♦ Bits of Autobiography
* Volume II: In the Midst of Life (Tales of Soldiers and Civilians)
* Volume III: Can Such Things Be? ♦ The Ways of Ghosts ♦ Soldier-folk ♦ Some Haunted Houses
* Volume IV: Shapes of Clay ♦ Some Ante-mortem Epitaphs ♦ The Scrap Heap
* Volume V: Black Beetles in Amber ♦ The Mummery ♦ On Stone
* Volume VI: The Monk and the Hangman's Daughter ♦ Fantastic Fables ♦ Fables from "Fun" ♦ Aesopus Emendatus ♦ Old Saws with New Teeth ♦ Fables in Rhyme
* Volume VII: The Devil's Dictionary
* Volume VIII: Negligible Tales ♦ The Parenticide Club ♦ The Fourth Estate ♦ The Ocean Wave ♦ "On with the Dance!" ♦ Epigrams
* Volume IX: Tangential Views
* Volume X: The Opinionator ♦ The Reviewer ♦ The Controversialist ♦ The Timorous Reporter ♦ The March Hare
* Volume XI: Antepenultimata
* Volume XII: In Motley: Kings of Beasts ♦ Two Administrations ♦ Miscellaneous
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# The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce/Volume 1

THE COLLECTED WORKS OF AMBROSE BIERCE
VOLUME I
The publishers certify that this edition of
THE COLLECTED WORKS OF AMBROSE BIERCE
consists of two hundred and fifty numbered sets, autographed by the author, and that the number of this set is . . . . . .
​For
With the compliments of
AMBROSE BIERCE IN 1896
Copyright, 1909, by The Neale Publishing Company
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE LAND BEYOND THE BLOW
BITS OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY
# The Civil War/Table of Content

TABLE OF CONTENT
Battle of 1st Manassas
Jackson's Shenandoah Valley Campaign
The Seven Day's Battle
Battle of 2nd Manassas
Battle of Antietam, Md.
Battle of Fredericksburg, Va.
Battle of Chancellorsville, Va.
Battle of Gettysburg, Pa.
General Meade's Campaign in Virginia
Battle of the Wilderness, Va.
The Seige of Petersburg, Va.
The Campaign to Appomattox, Va.
# The Civil War/Sources

​The sources of information used to write these short accounts of battles of the Civil War were as follows:
1. War of the Rebellion, Official Records of the Union and Confederate Armies, 132 Volumes.
2. The National Archives.
3. Harper's Pictorial History of the Civil War, Alfred H. Guersey and Henry M. Alden.
4. The Confederate Soldier in the Civil War, The Fairfax Press, Eulogy by Fitzhugh Lee.
5. Divided We Fought 1861-1865, The MacMillan Co.
6. Battles and Leaders of the Civil War, Ned Bradford.
7. Gettysburg, The Long Encampment, Jack McLaughlin.
8. Civil War Handbook, William H. Price.
9. Civil War Battles, Curt Johnson and Mark McLaughlin.
10. The Golden Book of the Civil War, Bruce Catton.
11. Gardner's Photographic Sketchbook of the Civil War, Alendria Gardner.
12. Civil War Times Illustrated, William Davis, Editor
# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 4

​Page:Calcutta Review (1845), Volume 4, Issue 7-8.djvu/1
* Number VII
* Number VIII
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 2

* Number III
* Number IV
# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Number 4

First volume, fourth number of The Calcutta Review. Published in 1844; the current (3rd) edition was printed in 1846.

### Articles

* Art. I.: State of Indigenous Education in Bengal and Behar
* Art. II.: Romance and Reality of Indian Life
* Art. III.: Macfarlane’s “Indian Empire”
* Art. IV.: Kashmir and the Countries around the Indus
* Art. V.: The Algebra of the Hindus
* Art. VI.: Sir P. Francis
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Number 3

First volume, third number of The Calcutta Review. Published in 1844; the 3rd edition printed in 1846.

### Articles

* Art. I.: The Kulin Brahmins of Bengal
* Art. II.: The Military Defence of our Empire in the East
* Art. III.: The Jesuits’ Missions in India
* Art. IV.: Addiscombe
* Art. V.: The Seikhs and Their Country
* Art. VI.: Sir W. H. Macnaghten
* Miscellaneous Critical Notices
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# The Calcutta Review/Series 1/Volume 40

​Page:Calcutta Review (1864), Volume 40, Issue 79-80.djvu/1
* Number LXXIX
* Number LXXX
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# The Convalescent (Willis)/Dedicatory Preface

DEDICATORY PREFACE
To sickness I have always found I had much reason to be indebted; but, among the other blessings which have come to me under its apparent untempting veil, I number two of the most precious memories of the past—two of the habitual and most unfailing sources of my happiness at the present hour—the friendships of two eminent men, to whose medical care and counsel, under Providence, I have, at different times, owed my recovery.
By Dr. William Beattie, the English poet and physician, so well known to our countrymen, I was first attended, in 1835, when dangerously ill in London; and, with the acquaintance thus formed upon a sick-bed, commenced a confidential intercourse, maintained subsequently by a correspondence, which, after twenty-four years of almost constant separation, still retains its first interest and cordiality. My last and just-received letter from the venerable man (now near eighty years of age, if I am not mistaken), came accompanied with a present of ten or twelve rare books from his choice library, and an invaluable manuscript of Campbell the poet, whose most intimate friend he was during that afflicted man's troubled life, and to whom he performed so devotedly the last services and honors.
By Dr. John F. Gray, of New York, I have been more lately attended, through the years of my critical experience of ​disease; and to his admirable skill, and watchful and patient care, I owe, like so many others, a recovery, by all others thought impossible. For even so weary an illness, since it brought within reach treasures I might otherwise have lost—the intimate knowledge of such a man, and the privileged assurance of a place in his heart—I thank God as for a blessing.
Looking upon the well-tried and affectionate friendships of these two eminent and admirable men—friendships first won in sickness, but confirmed and strengthened in after health—as among the choicest privileges and honors of my varied life, let me, by gratefully inscribing their names together on the first leaf of this record of convalescence, link the two jewels found so far apart, to be left, as it were, in a casket of memory to my children.
# The Convalescent (Willis)/To the Reader

TO THE READER
The key to the volume which follows—or rather the encouragement to the collection of its contents into a volume for re-publication—is the very large correspondence of inquiry drawn upon my by the appearances of the articles, on after another, in the "Home Journal." I find, by the number and earnestness of the strangers who have thus written to me, that there is a very large Public of Unrest, composed of Invalids—consumptives more particularly—whose main and most hopeful inquiry is for some new catholicon of health. From any more fortunate or successful fellow-patient, whose cure would seem to be remarkable, the experience is sought, with exceeding interest and particularity.
"Convalescent" as I find myself to be, at present, however, or in as fair health as may reasonably be expected at the beginning of one's fifties—and this after being pronounced by many physicians an incurable case of consumption—I have no special medicine to commend. It is in answer to many correspondents that I here say I can advocate no particular theory of pulmonary treatment. With a reasonable amount of advice from any school of medicine, with a sensible watch of Nature's curative instincts, and with proper self-government, persevering exercise, and control of appetites, the most "incurable" may often take the "favorable turn." There is but one little secret, of which I may ​confess to have accidentally learned the value in my own experience of recovery—accidentally, because I practised it, not for cure but by way of resigning myself to a destiny I believed to be irretrievable—and in this very un-medical secret there may often be a cure for consumption. It is that the patient, after paying reasonable attention to the symptoms and treatment of his dsease, should ignore and out-happy it! With good spirits, occupation, and the disease taken little or no notice of, recovery is, at least, much more likely. This book will, perhaps do its best office, in showing how that indirect cure operated upon me.
Of topics which interested me, of excursions I took, etc. etc. during this year or two of convalescence, the chronicles are also here given. It forms altogether a volume of most digressive miscellanies, for which, of the general reader, indulgence should be asked. But it is it to my parish of Invalids, that, I must confess, I principally address and commend it.
# The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant

The
Complete Short Stories
of
GUY de MAUPASSANT
Ten Volumes
in
One
P. F. COLLIER & SON CORPORATION
NEW YORK
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# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Errata

ERRATA.
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Hymn

HYMN.
Oh, Thou! before whose radiant shrine,  Entranc'd, adoring seraphs bend; Eternal source of light divine! Wilt Thou thy hallow'd ear incline!  And mortal pray'r attend? Yes, Father! yes, benignant Pow'r! Around Thee beams fair Mercy's purest ray;  No awful terrors round Thee low'r,  Save when, in Judgment's dreaded hour, Thou bidst Creation tremble and obey!
 Then, rob'd in darkness and in clouds,  That solemn veil thy glory shrouds; Chaos and night thy dark pavilion form;  Thy spirit on the whirlwind rides,  Impels the unresisting tides, Glares in the lightning, rushes in the storm!
But Thou wilt meet the suppliant eye, And Thou wilt mark the lowly sigh; And Thou the holy tear wilt see, Which penitence devotes to Thee; That sigh thy breezes waft to heav'n, That holy tear is grateful incense giv'n! Low, humble, sad, to Thee I bend,  Oh! listen from thy blest abode! And though celestial hymns ascend, Oh! deign a mortal's prayer attend,  My Father and my GOD!
Teach me if hope, if joy, be mine, To bless thy bounteous hand divine; And still, with trembling homage, raise The grateful pæan of exalted praise!
When deep affliction wounds my soul, Still let me own thy mild control;
Teach me, submissive and resign'd, To calm the tempest of the mind; To lift the meek, adoring eye, Suppress the tear and hush the sigh; Gaze on one bright, unclouded star, And hail "the day-spring" from afar, Bid angel-faith dispel surrounding gloom, And soar, on cherub-wing—beyond the tomb.
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Lines written to the Memory of Elizabeth Smith

LINES,
WRITTEN IN THE MEMOIRS OF ELIZABETH SMITH.
Oh, thou! whose pure, exalted mind  Lives in this record, fair and bright; Oh, thou! whose blameless life combin'd Soft female charms and grace refin'd  With science and with light!  Celestial maid! whose spirit soar'd  Beyond this vale of tears;  Whose clear, enlighten'd eye explor'd  The lore of years!
Daughter of heav'n! if here, e'en here,  The wing of tow'ring thought was thine; If, on this dim and mundane sphere, Fair truth illum'd thy bright career,  With morning-star divine;
How must thy blest, ethereal soul,  Now kindle in her noon-tide ray;  And hail, unfetter'd by control,  The fount of day!
E'en now, perhaps, thy seraph-eyes,  Undimm'd by doubt, nor veil'd by fear, Behold a chain of wonders rise; Gaze on the noon-beam of the skies,  Transcendent, pure and clear!  E'en now the fair, the good, the true.  From mortal sight conceal'd,  Bless in one blaze thy raptur'd view,  In light reveal'd!
If here, the lore of distant time,  And learning's flow'rs were all thine own; How must thy mind ascend, sublime, Matur'd in heav'n's empyreal clime,  To light's unclouded throne!
Perhaps, e'en now, thy kindling glance,  Each orb of living fire explores;  Darts o'er creation's wide expanse,  Admires—adores!
Oh! if that lightning-eye surveys  This dark and sublunary plain; How must the wreath of human praise, Fade, wither, vanish, in thy gaze,  So dim, so pale, so vain!
How, like a faint and shadowy dream,  Must quiver learning's brightest ray; While on thine eyes, with lucid stream, The sun of glory pours his beam,  Perfection's day!
# The Domestic Affections, and Other Poems/Mountaineer Song

MOUNTAINEER-SONG.
Blow, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee,  Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free,  From snowy cliff, to shadowy grove! And teach lone echoes to prolong, From Caves remote, my sprightly song,  Blow, mountain-breeze!
No sigh for pomp or state I breathe,  For me, the sun-beam smiles in gold! I envy not the victor's wreath,  For me the Alpine flow'rs unfold! Gay, simple, free, I rove along, And wood and hill resound my song,
 Blow, mountain-breeze!
When morning wakes, with humid eye,  And cheek that kindling, bright'ning, glows; When the soft blushes of the sky,  With roseate lustre tinge the snows; I lead my flocks, I leave my home, And carol gaily as I roam,  Blow, mountain-breeze!
When fervid beams of noon invade,  And bloom and verdure faint with heat; The palm, the pine, the cedar-shade,  Afford me still a cool retreat! Where shelter’d from th' oppressive ray, I wake soft echoes with my lay,  Blow, mountain-breeze!
Deep in a glen, retir'd and green,  How sweetly smiles my native cot; Where peace, and joy, and love serene,  Have sanctified the tranquil spot!
How blest! there ever to remain, And warble still th' untutor'd strain,  Blow, mountain-breeze!
In rich festoons, the mantling vine,  Embow'ring, o'er its casement waves; And bloomy clusters dangling, shine,  Thro' tendrils and luxuriant leaves— While, as I train each wayward spray, I carol still the artless lay,  Blow, mountain-breeze!
Mine is the breath of zephyr pure,  The Alpine sweet that scents the gale; The slumber light, the life secure,  The boundless range of hill and dale! Fearless I rove, exploring, free, Spirit of air! all wild like thee,  Blow, mountain-breeze!