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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from William King to Jonathan Swift - 24

FROM DR. KING.
SOON after I came into England I was obliged to cross the seas again, and go into France, upon a business of consequence to my private affairs. I am but just returned to this place, where I have met with your letter of 21st of last month. Since you are so kind as to repeat the promise you made me when I was in Ireland, I shall expect the paper with the greatest impatience. While I was reading your letter, a person called on me, who does business for you. I was in hopes he had brought it with him: but he told me, it would be sent by another hand. I will say nothing more of it here, than that I am very sure it will please the publick, and do honour to the author.
The gentleman, concerning whom you inquire, is a member of our hall; but I have never yet seen him. He had left Oxford about the time I came from Dublin, to spend the summer vacation in Herefordshire. My son, who is well acquainted with him, assures me that he is very sober, that he studies ​ hard, and constantly attends the exercises of the house. But I shall be able to give you a more particular account of him the next term, when I shall probably meet him in the hall: and he shall find me ready to do him any kind of service that may be in my power.
I do not know whether my lawsuit will force me into Ireland again the next term; as yet I have not received any summons from my managers. I should indeed be well pleased to defer my journey till the next spring, for Dublin is not a very good winter abode for a water drinker. However, I do not neglect my defence, especially that part of it which you mention, It is now in such forwardness, that as I compute, it will be finished in six weeks at farthest. There are some alterations, which I hope you will approve.
I rejoice to hear that the honest doctor has good success in his new school. If the load of his baggage should endanger his vessel again, I think he has no other remedy left, but to throw it into the sea. What is he doing with his bons mots? and when does he design to send them abroad?
My son, who is very proud to be in your thoughts, desires me to present his most humble service to you. I am, with great truth, sir, your most obedient and most humble servant,
W.K.
* ↑ This alludes to The Toast, a satirical poem, to which Dr. King was instigated by some monstrous usage that he had received from his antagonists in the suit.
* ↑ Sheridan.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Thomas Sheridan to Jonathan Swift - 9

FROM DR. SHERIDAN.
I RECEIVED your letter of reproaches with pleasure; and as I know you hate excuses, I shall make none. Whoever has informed you that I was not in my school at the right time appointed, has not done me justice; for whatever else I may disappoint, that shall be inviolably and punctually observed by me. * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As for my quondam friends, as you style them, quondam them all. It is the most decent way I can curse them; for they lulled me asleep till they stole my school into the hands of a blockhead, and have driven me toward the latter end of my life to a disagreeable solitude, where I have the misery to reflect upon my folly in making such a perfidious choice, at a time when it was not in my nature to suspect any soul upon earth. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now to think a little for myself. The duke of Dorset does certainly owe me a small living, for the expensive entertainment I gave him from ​ Terence. I only want a proper person to dun him; and I know it will be done if my lord Orrery will undertake it. Do not think me sanguine in this; for more unlikely and less reasonable favours have been granted. God knows whether, during my life, we shall have another scholar sent us for a lord lieutenant. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I wish you as much happiness as I have plague, which is enough for any honest man. I am, dear sir, your most obedient and very humble servant,
THOMAS SHERIDAN.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Thomas Sheridan to Martha Whiteway - 3

DR. SHERIDAN TO MRS. WHITEWAY.
CAVAN,
YOUR account of the dean gives me much grief. I hope in God he will disappoint all his friends fears, and his enemies hopes. Nothing can be a greater affliction to me than my distance from him; and, what is full as bad, my being so near to one who has been the occasion of it. Very rich folks in my debt have made such apologies for nonpayment, that I now feel for Ireland, but much more for myself, because I was in hopes of being able to make my appearance in Dublin with a good grace — namely, to pay some debts, which I can not.
My poor lady Mountcashell has a right to a visit from me; and thither I will venture for a day and a night — and I will venture to the deanery for another. I could wish the best friend I had in the world (you may guess who I mean) and am sure is so still, would take a little of my advice —— You may depend upon this, it should be all for my own advantage.
Now I have done raving — I must turn my pen, which is my tongue's representative, against you for a while, because I am certain it might be in your power to paint my Siberia so agreeably to the dean, as to send him hither while our good weather lasted — My new kitchen is disappointed; so is my gravel walk; but what is worse, his only favourite, my rib — ​ who dreamed with great pleasure, that he would never come. I am sorry she is disappointed; for I am certain she would run away if he had come — God forgive him for not doing it — I will make all the haste I can out of this Hell; and I hope my friends, (I beg pardon, I mean my friend) will cast about a little for me — if he does not, I will try England, where the predominant phrase is, down with the Irish. I will say no more, but tell you that you are a false mistress; and if you do not behave yourself better, I will choose another. In the mean time God bless you and my dearest friend the dean. I am, notwithstanding all your upbraidings, dear madam, your most obedient humble servant,
THOMAS SHERIDAN.
# The Zoologist/3rd series, vol 1 (1877)/Issue 9

Contents :
| | | PAGE |
| Feilden, H.W. | On the Mammalia of North Greenland, and Grinnell Land (concluded) | 353 |
| Pengelly, W. | The Ossiferous Caverns of Devonshire | 361 |
| | Occasional Notes | 379 |
| | Proceedings of Scientific Societies | 391 |
# The Zoologist/4th series

The Zoologist was a monthly natural history journal founded in 1843 and running until 1916, when it was merged with British Birds. Warning: template has been deprecated.
From 1897 to 1914 William Lucas Distant was editor of the fourth series of The Zoologist:
* Volume1 (1897); issue 667 (January)–issue 678 (December). (transcription project) IA
* Volume2 (1898); issue 679 (January)–issue 690 (December). (transcription project)
* Volume3 (1899); issue 691 (January)–issue 702 (December). (transcription project)
* Volume4 (1900); issue 703 (January)–issue 714 (December). (transcription project)
* Volume5 (1901); issue 715 (January)–issue 726 (December). (transcription project)
* Volume6 (1902); issue 727 (January)–issue 738 (December). (transcription project)
* Volume7 (1903) (Commons file)
* Volume8 (1904) (Commons file)
* Volume9 (1905) (Commons file)
* Volume 10 (1906)
* Volume 11 (1907) (Commons file)
* Volume 12 (1908) (Commons file)
* Volume 13 (1909) (Commons file)
* Volume 14 (1910) (Commons file)
* Volume 15 (1911) (Commons file)
* Volume 16 (1912) (Commons file)
* Volume 17 (1913) (Commons file)
* Volume 18 (1914) (Commons file)
* Volume 19 (1915) (Commons file)
* Volume 20 (1916) (Commons file) (Commons file)
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From William Pulteney to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQ.
AMONG the many compliments I have received from my friends on the birth of my son, I assure you ​none gave me greater pleasure, than the kind letter you honoured me with on the occasion. When you were last in England, your stay was so short, that I scarce had time, and very few opportunities, to convince you how great a desire I had to bear some share of your esteem; but, should you return this summer, I hope you will continue longer among us. Lord Bolingbroke, lord Bathurst, Pope, myself, and others of your friends, are got together in a country neighbourhood, which would be much enlivened, if you would come and live among us. Mrs. Pulteney joins with me in the invitation, and is much obliged to you for remembering her. She bid me tell you, that she is determined to have no more children, unless you will promise to come over, and christen the next. You see how much my happiness, in many respects, depends upon your promise. I have always desired Pope, when he wrote to you, to remember my compliments; and I can assure you, with the greatest truth, though you have much older acquaintances, that you have not in England a friend that loves and honours you more than I do, or can be with greater sincerity than I am, your most humble and obedient servant,
W. PULTENEY.
P. S. If any of our pamphlets (with which we abound) are ever sent over to Ireland, and you think them worth reading, you will perceive how low they are reduced in point of argument on one side of the question. This has driven certain people to that last resort of calling names. Villain, traitor, seditious rascal, and such ingenious appellations, have frequently been bestowed on a couple of friends of yours. Such usage has made it ​necessary to return the same polite language; and there has been more Billingsgate stuff uttered from the press within these two months, than ever was known before. Upon this, Dr. Arbuthnot has written a very humourous treatise, which he showed me this morning; wherein he proves, from many learned instances, that this sort of altercation is ancient, elegant, and classical; and that what the world falsely imagines to be polite, is truly Gothick and barbarous. He shows how the gods and goddesses used one another; dog, bitch and whore were pretty common expressions among them: kings, heroes, ambassadors, and orators, abused one another much in the same way; and he concludes, that it is a pity this method of objurgation should be lost. His quotations from Homer, Demosthenes, Æschines, and Tully, are admirable, and the whole is very humourously conducted. I take it for granted, he will send it you himself, as soon as it is printed.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Alexander Pope to John Boyle - 2

MR. POPE TO JOHN, EARL OF ORRERY.
THE pleasure you gave me, in acquainting me of the dean's better health, is one so truly great, as might content even your own humanity; and whatever my sincere opinion and respect of your lordship prompts me to wish from your hands for myself, your love for him makes me happy. Would to God my weight, added to yours, could turn his inclinations to this side, that I might live to enjoy him here through your means, and flatter myself it was partly through my own! But this, I fear, will never be the case; and I think it more probable his attraction will draw me on the other side, which, I protest, nothing less than a probability of dying at sea, considering the weak frame of my breast, would have hindered me from, two years past. In short, whenever I think of him, it is with the vexation of all impotent passions, that carry us out of ourselves only to spoil our quiet, and make us return to a resignation, which is the most melancholy of all virtues.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Alexander Pope to Martha Whiteway - 1

MR. POPE TO MRS. WHITEWAY.
TWICKENHAM, JUNE 18, 1740.
I AM extremely sensible of the favour of your letter, and very well see the kindness as well as honour which moved you to it. I have no merit for the one, but being (like yourself) a sincere friend to the dean, though much a less useful one; for all my friendship can only operate in wishes, yours in good works. He has had the happiness to meet with such in all the stages of his life; and I hope in God and in you, that he will not want one in the last. Never imagine, madam, that I can do otherwise than esteem that sex, which has furnished him with the best friends.
The favour you offer me I accept with the utmost thankfulness; and I think no person more fit to convey it to my hands than Mr. M$^c$Aulay, of whom I ​know you have so good an opinion. Indeed any one whom you think worthy your trust, I shall think deserves mine, in a point I am ever so tender of.
I wish the very small opportunity I had of showing Mr. Swift, your son, my regards for him, had been greater; and I wish it now more, since he is become so near to you, for whom my respect runs hand in hand with my affection for the dean; and I cannot wish well for the one without doing so for the other.
I turn my mind all I can from the melancholy subject of your letter. May God Almighty alleviate your concern, and his complaints, as much as possible in this state of infirmities, while he lives; and may your tenderness, madam, prevent any thing after his death which may anywise depreciate his memory. I dare say nothing of ill consequence can happen from the commission given to Dr. King.
You see, madam, I write to you with absolute freedom, as becomes me to the friend of my friend, and to a woman of sense and spirit. I will say no more, that you may find I treat you with the same delicacy that you do me (and for which I thank you) without the least compliment: and it is none when I add, that I am, with esteem, madam your most obliged and most obedient servant,
A. POPE.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From l'abbé des Fontaines to Jonathan Swift - 1

Translation of letter to English: From l'abbé des Fontaines to Jonathan Swift - 1 (Translation)
DE M. L'ABBÉ DES FONTAINES.
Á PARIS, LE 4 JUILLET, 1726.
J'AI l'honneur, monsieur, de vous envoyer la 2de édition de votre ouvrage, que j'ai traduit en François. Je vous aurois envoyé la première, si je n'avois pas été obligé, pour des raisons que je ne puis vous dire, d'insérer dans la préface un endroit, dont vous n'auriez pas eu lieu d'être content, ce que j'ai mis assurément malgré moi. Comme le livre s'est débité sans contradiction, ces raisons ne subsistent plus, et j'ai aussitôt supprimé cet endroit dans la 2de édition, comme vous verrez. J'ai aussi corrigé l'endroit de monsieur Carteret, sur lequel j'avois eu de faux mémoires. Vous trouverez, monsieur, en beaucoup d'endroits une traduction peu fidelle; mais tout ce qui plaît en Angleterre, n'a pas ici le même ​agrément; soit parce que les moeurs sont différentes, soit parce que les allusions et les allégories, qui sont sensibles dans un pays, ne le sont pas dans un autre; soit enfin parce que le goût des deux nations n'est pas le même. J'ai voulu donner aux François un livre, qui fut à leur usage: voila ce qui m'a rendu traducteur libre et peu fidelle. J'ai même pris la liberté d'ajouter, selon que votre imagination échauffoit la mienne. C'est à vous seul, monsieur, que je suis redevable de l'honneur, que me fait cette traduction, qui a été débitée ici avec une rapidité étonnante, et dont il y a déjà trois éditions. Je suis pénétré d'une si grande estime pour vous, et je vous suis si obligé, que si la suppression, que j'ai faite, ne vous satisfaisoit pas entièrement, je ferai volontiers encore d'avantage pour effacer jusqu'au souvenir de cet endroit de la préface: au surplus, je vous supplie, monsieur, de vouloir bien faire attention à la justice, que je vous ai rendûe dans la même préface.
On se flatte, monsieur, qu'on aura bientôt l'honneur de vous posséder ici. Tous vos amis vous attendent avec impatience.
On ne parle ici que de votre arrivée, et tout Paris souhaite de vous voir. Ne différez pas notre satisfaction: vous verrez un peuple, qui vous estime infiniment. En attendant je vous demande, monsieur, l'honneur de votre amitié, et vous prie d'etre persuadé, que personne ne vous honore plus que moi, et n'est avec plus de considération et d'estime, votre très humble, et très obeissant serviteur,
L'ABBÉ DES FONTAINES.
Mr. Arbuthnot a bien voulû se charger de vous faire tenir cette lettre avec l'exemplaire que j'ai l'honneur de vous envoyer.
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Alexander Pope to John Boyle - 4

FROM MR. POPE TO THE EARL OF ORRERY.
TWITNAM, NOV. 7.
WHEN you get to Dublin (whither I direct this, supposing you will see our dear friend as soon as possible) pray put the dean in mind of me, and tell him I hope he received my last. Tell him how dearly I love him, and how greatly I honour him: how greatly I reflect on every testimony of his friendship; how much I resolved to give the best I can of my esteem for him to posterity; and assure him, the world has nothing in it I admire so much; nothing the loss of which I should regret so much, as his genius and his virtues.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/Advertisement by Jonathan Swift

ADVERTISEMENT BY DR. SWIFT.
IN HIS DEFENCE AGAINST JOSHUA, LORD ALLEN, FEB. 18, 1729.
"WHEREAS Dr. Jonathan Swift, dean of St. Patrick's Dublin, hath been credibly informed, that on Friday the 13th of this instant February, a certain person did, in a publick place, and in the hearing of a great number, apply himself to the right ​honourable the lord mayor of this city, and some of his brethren, in the following reproachful manner: 'My lord, you and your city can squander away the publick money, in giving a gold box to a fellow who has libelled the government!' or words to that effect. Now, if the said words, or words to the like effect, were intended against him the said dean, and as a reflection on the right hon. the lord mayor, aldermen, and commons, for the decreeing unanimously, and in full assembly, the freedom of this city to the said dean, in an honourable manner, on account of an opinion they had conceived of some services done by him the said dean to this city, and to the kingdom in general: The said dean doth declare, that the said words, or words to the like effect, are insolent, false, scandalous, malicious, and in a particular manner perfidious; the said person, who is reported to have spoken the said or the like words, having for some years past, and even within some few days, professed a great friendship for the said dean; and, what is hardly credible, sending a common friend of the dean and himself, not many hours after the said or the like words had been spoken, to renew his profession of friendship to the said dean, but concealing the oratory; whereof the dean had no account till the following day, and then told it to all his friends."
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Alexander Pope to John Boyle - 3

FROM MR.POPE TO THE EARL OF ORRERY.
APRIL 2, 1738.
I WRITE by the same post that I received your very obliging letter. The consideration you show toward me, in the just apprehension that any news of the dean's condition might alarm me, is most kind and generous. The very last post I writ to him a long letter, little suspecting him in that dangerous circumstance. I was so far from fearing his health, that I was proposing schemes, and hoping possibilities for our meeting once more in this world. I am weary of it; and shall have one reason more, and one of the strongest that nature can give me (even when she ​is shaking my weak frame to pieces) to be willing to leave this world, when our dear friend is on the edge of the other. Yet I hope, I would fain hope, he may yet hover a while on the brink of it, to preserve to this wretched age a relick and example of the last.
# The Witch-Maid, and Other Verses/The Grey Lake

THE GREY LAKE
(Lake Eyre, South Australia)
Far away to southward
 The grey lake lies,
Thirty leagues of mud, bare
 To turquoise skies.
Shallow, sluggish water,
 Warm—warm as blood;
Not enough to cover
 The quaking mud.
Hot winds drive the water
 In summer time
Southward—and behind them
 There lies grey slime.
Forty miles to westward,
 A hundred north,
Wind-fiends hunt the water
 Back—back and forth.
There are reed-grown islands
 The eye scarce sees,
Grey ooze guarding grimly
 Their mysteries.
Strange Things may survive there,
 What, who can tell?
Monsters old—the lake-slime
 Can guard them well.
No one knows those islands,—  The gulls that fly
May go near, but others
 Would surely die.
For the wind-scourged water
 Would flee the ships,
And the mud would open
 Her soft smooth lips.
So the isles are sacred
 From alien tread,
Since the slime can swallow
 And keep her dead.
Who can know her secrets?
 The blue sky might— (Cloudless-hot in daytime,
 Star-gemmed at night).
To and fro for ever
 The water swings,
And the gulls fly over,
 For they have wings.
# The Witch-Maid, and Other Verses/The Road to Ronda

THE ROAD TO RONDA
Along the road to Ronda  Grow rosemary and thyme, And trails of periwinkle  Among the brambles climb; But 'tis the broom the paths along That lifts the traveller's heart to song.
The broom its royal treasure  Spills lavish, far and wide, No stone but has its banner  Of cloth-of-gold beside, No weed but bears its nodding plume, Its careless bravery of bloom.
The purple spears of lavender  Smell sweet as charity,
And amaryllis blossoms  By grey-flowered rosemary; It's worth a year of suffering To walk the Ronda road in spring.
There grows a gallant army  Of blossoms great and small Along the road to Ronda—  The broom is lord of all. O fair and fair and wonder-fair, Spilt like the sunshine everywhere!
Ronda, Spain.
# The Witch and Other Stories

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THE TALES OF CHEKHOV
THE WITCH
AND OTHER STORIES
ANTON CHEKHOV
TRANSLATED BY CONSTANCE GARNETT
THE TALES OF CHEKHOV
VOL. VI
THE WITCH
AND OTHER STORIES
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO • DALLAS ATLANTA • SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., Limited LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd. TORONTO
THE WITCH
AND OTHER STORIES
BY
ANTON CHEKHOV
FROM THE RUSSIAN BY
CONSTANCE GARNETT
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1918
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1918
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
Set up and printed. Published April, 1918
CONTENTS
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# The Witch-Maid, and Other Verses/The Heart of a Bird

TWO JAPANESE SONGS
I
THE HEART OF A BIRD
* What does the bird-seller know of the heart of a bird?
* There was a bird in a cage of gold, a small red bird in a cage of gold;
* The sun shone through the bars of the cage, out of the wide heaven;
* The depths of the sky were soft and blue, greatly to be longed for.
* The bird sang for desire of the sky, and her feathers shone redder for sorrow;
* And many passed in the street below, and they said one to another:
* "Ah, that we had hearts as light as a bird's!"
* But what does the passer-by know of the heart of a bird?
* What does the bird-seller know of the heart of a bird?
* "I have given grain for you to eat and water that you may bathe."
* Shall not this bird be content? is there need to clip her wings?
* No, for her cage is very strong, the golden bars are set close;
* Yet the real bird has flown away, very far away over the rice-fields;
* There is only the shadow-body in the cage.
* What does the bird-seller care for the heart of a bird?