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# The Swiss Family Robinson - 1851/Preface

PREFACE.
Many years ago, an English translation of the first part of this charming tale appeared; and few books have obtained such deserved popularity. The gradual progress of the family from utter destitution and misery, to happiness and abundance, arising from their own labour, perseverance, and obedience, together with the effect produced on the different characters of the sons by the stirring adventures they met with, created a deep and absorbing interest. Every young reader patronized either the noble Fritz, the studious Ernest, or the generous Jack, and regarded him as a familiar personal acquaintance. The book had but one defect—the death of the talented author left it unfinished, and every reader regretted its abrupt termination.
This conclusion was happily supplied by one of the most accomplished and elegant writers of her day, the Baroness de Montolieu; and, sanctioned and approved by the son of the lamented author, the entire work was published in France, and has for many years held a distinguished rank in the ​juvenile libraries there. For the gratification of a little family circle, this now appears in English; and as, on examining the first part in the original, it was found, that "some new discoveries might be made," it was thought best to re-translate it, subduing the tone of the whole to English taste. The unanimous voices of the beloved circle, for whom the pleasant task was undertaken, have pronounced the result to be eminently successful, and they generously wish, that the whole of the juvenile public of England should share in their satisfaction, and possess a complete Swiss Robinson.
# The Twilight of the Souls

Zielenschemering (1902) — Third book of The Books of the Small Souls series.
THE TWILIGHT OF THE SOULS
BY
LOUIS COUPERUS
Author of "Small Souls," "The Later Life," etc.
TRANSLATED BY
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1917
Copyright, 1917.
By DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, INC.
* Translator's Note
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
* Chapter XVI
* Chapter XVII
* Chapter XVIII
* Chapter XIX
* Chapter XX
* Chapter XXI
* Chapter XXII
* Chapter XXIII
* Chapter XXIV
* Chapter XXV
* Chapter XXVI
* Chapter XXVII
* Chapter XXVIII
* Chapter XXIX
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# The Travels of Macarius, Patriarch of Antioch/Volume 1/Part 1/Book 1/Section 11

Sect. XI.
Constantinople.—Mahall Assamatah.
On Thursday, the Priests and Archons of Mahall Assamatah came to invite our Lord the Patriarch, by permission of the Constantinopolitan, and to request him that he would go and perform mass in their district. We therefore accompanied them, in a boat, about sixteen miles over water: for the circuit of the walls of Constantinople is said to be twelve miles. Mahall Assamatah is a neck of land stretching out into the sea, so that three-fourths of it are insular. The remaining fourth is contiguous to the gate of Adrianople, behind the Fanar. The whole of this territory is covered with vineyards and gardens, and grows a considerable number of pistachio-trees. The inhabitants met us in procession; and we arrived at their place at sun-set, on the eve of the first Sunday of the Fast of the Nativity. Early in the morning we celebrated mass in the Church of the Emperor Constantine the Great; which is very ancient and venerable, ​lofty and magnificent, built with stone, and adorned with cupolas. It contains pictures of Our Lord the Messiah, of Our Lady, of St. Nicholas, and of St. John the Baptist; all ancient and magnificently large, and supposed to be of the time of the Emperor Constantine. An immense congregation assisted at the mass, which was followed by a consecration of Deacons. We had the blessing to kiss the right-hand of the Emperor Constantine. It is a bone, as yellow as gold.
There is nothing I long for in the churches of Constantinople, and the surrounding country, but the singing of the little boys, and their chaunting Ἅγιος ὁ Θεὸς at the Epistles, and Alleluia at the Gospel, and Κύριε ἐλέησον during the whole of the Prone; and the beauty of their sweet modulation.
The name of this Mahall Assamatah, in Greek, was anciently Πασομάτια. In Turkish it is called Mahalleh Caraman; for when the Sultan Mahomet became master of the city, he sent for inhabitants from Caramania, and, settling them here, gave them the church, and the place their name. In this Pasomatia it was that happened the procession of angels, at the time the heresies appeared, saying: "Blessed is he that is on our side!" and the young man was rapt up into the air, and came down, repeating, "Blessed be he who dieth not!" according as he had heard the angels praising God.
After the mass and banquet, we went to visit the remaining Churches of Samatah. The second is dedicated to St. Nicholas, and is very handsome. The third is the Church of Our Lady: the fourth, of St. George: this last, is ancient, and has cupolas of stone, and an antique pavement. Within it is a picture of St. George, painted, in mosaic, upon the wall, and gilt; very ancient, and of surprising art; and an Ἁγίασμα: the latter is sure to be found in every church in Constantinople. We took a blessing from the body of St. Anastasia, who rescues from enchantment. Of all the churches in Constantinople, including also the Patriarchal Church, there is not one so ancient as the times of the Christian Emperors, save this in the Mahalleh Caraman.
# The Social Revolution/Translator's Preface

TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
The greater part of the first half of this translation was already completed before the numbers of Justice containing the translation of J. B. Askew reached us. Hence little use could be made of that work. Some comparisons with the first few pages were made in the proofs, and a few alterations made in accordance with suggestions there received, for which we wish to give due credit. The present translation has also been compared with the French translation of the first part which appeared in Le Mouvemente Socialiste.
Finally we wish to extend our thanks to Comrade Kautsky for his kind permission to bring this translation of what we believe to be one of the most important contributions made to Socialist literature during the last decade before American readers.
A. M. Simons, May Wood Simons.
copyright, 1902, by Charles H. Kerr & Company.
# The Social Significance of the Modern Drama

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Printed by permission of S. T. Kajiwara
Emma Goldman
THE SOCIAL SIGNIFICANCE OF THE MODERN DRAMA
EMMA GOLDMAN
BOSTON: RICHARD G. BADGER TORONTO: THE COPP CLARK CO., LIMITED
Copyright, 1914, by Richard G. Badger
All Rights Reserved
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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# The Violin (Coates)

"He gave me all, and then he laid me by"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1909), "The Violin" in Lyrics of Life (1909).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Violin" in Poems I.
* Coates, Florence Earle (1921), "The Violin" in Scribner's Magazine (February 1921).

## References

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# The Violet Fairy Book/The Two Frogs

THE TWO FROGS
Once upon a time in the country of Japan there lived two frogs, one of whom made his home in a ditch near the town of Osaka, on the sea coast, while the other dwelt in a clear little stream which ran through the city of Kioto. At such a great distance apart, they had never even heard of each other; but, funnily enough, the idea came into both their heads at once that they should like to see a little of the world, and the frog who lived at Kioto wanted to visit Osaka, and the frog who lived at Osaka wished to go to Kioto, where the great Mikado had his palace.
So one fine morning in the spring they both set out along the road that led from Kioto to Osaka, one from one end and the other from the other. The journey was more tiring than they expected, for they did not know much about travelling, and half way between the two towns there arose a mountain which had to be climbed. It took them a long time and a great many hops to reach the top, but there they were at last, and what was the surprise of each to see another frog before him! They looked at each other for a moment without speaking, and then fell into conversation, explaining the cause of their meeting so far from their homes. It was delightful to find that they both felt the same wish—to learn a little more of their native country—and as there was no sort of hurry they stretched themselves out in a cool, damp place, and agreed that they would have a good rest before they parted to go their ways.
​‘What a pity we are not bigger,’ said the Osaka frog; ‘for then we could see both towns from here, and tell if it is worth our while going on.’
‘Oh, that is easily managed,’ returned the Kioto frog. ‘We have only got to stand up on our hind legs, and hold on to each other, and then we can each look at the town he is travelling to.’
This idea pleased the Osaka frog so much that he at once jumped up and put his front paws on the shoulders of his friend, who had risen also. There they both stood, stretching themselves as high as they could, and holding each other tightly, so that they might not fall down. The Kioto frog turned his nose towards Osaka, and the Osaka frog turned his nose towards Kioto; but the foolish things forgot that when they stood up their great eyes lay in the backs of their heads, and that though their noses might point to the places to which they wanted to go their eyes beheld the places from which they had come.
‘Dear me!’ cried the Osaka frog, ‘Kioto is exactly like Osaka. It is certainly not worth such a long journey. I shall go home!’
‘If I had had any idea that Osaka was only a copy of Kioto I should never have travelled all this way,’ exclaimed the frog from Kioto, and as he spoke he took his hands from his friend’s shoulders, and they both fell down on the grass. Then they took a polite farewell of each other, and set off for home again, and to the end of their lives they believed that Osaka and Kioto, which are as different to look at as two towns can be, were as like as two peas.
[Japanische Märchen.]
# The Violinist

* "The Violinist" in Everybody's Magazine (1914)
* "The Violinist" in Minnie's Bishop and Other Stories (1915)
# The Viper and the File

Perry index 93
* "Of the Serpent", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Snake and a File", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Viper and the File", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Serpent and the File", translated by Joseph Jacobs, edited by Joseph Jacobs, illustrated by Richard Heighway, in The Fables of Æsop (1894)
* "The Viper and the File", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Trigger of Conscience (Detective Story serial)

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As serialized in Detective Story Magazine, 1921 June 11 to July 9 (5 parts)
Midnight at the Broadlawns Country Club.... a moment of darkness ... two shots ... murder and theft—and off you go galloping in pursuit of the solution to a double mystery which is in every way up to the Chipperfield standard. —from an advertisement for the book.
The Trigger of Conscience
by Robert Orr Chipperfield Author of “The Man in the Jury Box,” etc.
* Part I June 11, 1921
* Part II June 18, 1921
* Part III June 25, 1921
* Part IV July 05, 1921
* Part V July 12, 1921
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# The Tricolour, Poems of the Irish Revolution/They Did Not See Thy Face

THEY DID NOT SEE THY FACE
[IN MEMORY OF THOMAS MACDONAGH]
Some on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass, As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass, They praised thy fairness and held dear thy meekness and thy grace; They only saw thy shade, Kathleen, they did not see thy face.
Some on the purple mountains stood to see thee speeding by, As glides a sudden golden shaft across a stormy sky; And these were braggarts of their love within thy dwelling-place; They saw thy beauty, Rosin Dubh, they did not see thy face.
But some in flames of battle strove their slender weight to throw Against the bayonet and the gun that hid thy only foe; They left for thee their earthly loves, these heroes of thy race, And died, as all must die, Kathleen, who once have seen thy face.
So must thy grief be ever new who holds a love like this, That thrusts away a dear one's heart, a little child's soft kiss, That leaves behind an honoured home, a Mother's fond embrace, Till others seek again, Kathleen, to see thy hidden face.
# The Tricolour, Poems of the Irish Revolution/The Wild Geese

THE WILD GEESE
   “Wild Geese are very numerous in this district, especially around Lough Esknahinny”—“Cork Examiner,” December 12, 1916.
I walked by Esknahinny at the waning of the moon, As star by star came peeping to some celestial tune. The little waves crept to me to call and fall away, O, lone I was and lonesome to meet the breaking day.
I heard wind voices whisper and leaned to hear them speak; I saw the moving shadows—and feared to turn and seek. The slender reeds were shaking between me and the light, And loneliness fell from me with the treasure of the night.
I heard dark wings flap by me towards the rising sun, Dear birds so swift in passing I blessed them every one. The wild geese had come back again, they passed me in the night. Between me and the waning moon I watched them in their flight.
I had walked the paths of Kerry and dared not say the word; I had trod the roads of Leinster all broken by the sword. O Ulster, Munster, Connacht, He gave Who can restore, The Wild Geese, the Wild Geese, they have come home once more.
# The Tricolour, Poems of the Irish Revolution/The Wreath

THE WREATH
[EASTER, 1917]
Here on my path by some hard fate struck down, When life at last held out full hands to me. When the great dreams of younger years awoke And dear, dead voices whispered “Liberty.” Ah, cruel blow, from which I stricken rise And blindly stagger fro that path again, To wonder if 'tis worth the striving now, Thus robbed upon life's highway and half slain.
Here I awoke to fear again the dead, Whose tender faces held me as I slept. Ah, well I knew who leaned above me there, Into whose arms so pitifully I crept. And I awoke, for Spring did cry, “Arise, For birds within the green woods carol clear.” Then Easter came with wreath of lilies pale, Placed on my heart the grief of yester-year.
# The Tricolour, Poems of the Irish Revolution/The Young Volunteer

THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer, 'Tis his step upon the threshold; “what is it brings you here?” “Oh, will you up and follow, swift as the homing swallow, By mountain hill and hollow?” said the young volunteer. Said the brave volunteer, said the loved volunteer, “Oh, will you up and follow with the true volunteer?”
Oh, I will not rise and follow with the young volunteer, With my pockets full of money and my house so full of cheer. Why should I go a-tramping, with cold and windy camping, On all my pleasures stamping with the young volunteer?
With this wild volunteer, with this strange volunteer, Why should I go a-tramping with this young volunteer?
With a knock upon your window comes the young volunteer, 'Tis his step upon the threshold, what is it brings him here? “Oh, rise and march together, in shine or stormy weather, With hopes you cannot tether,” said the young volunteer. Said the brave volunteer, said the loved volunteer, “Will you up and march together?” said the true volunteer.
Yea, I will rise and follow with the young volunteer, And open is my doorway, oh, welcome is he here. Yea, I will go a-drilling, how gladly and how willing, With all my pulses thrilling, for the young volunteer,
With the brave volunteer, with the loved volunteer, Oh, gladly go a-drilling with the true volunteer.
Oh, fool, to rise and follow with the young volunteer, Content we were and happy till he came calling here. Thus all our prospects blighting, what is the use of fighting? We go with foe uniting, not with this volunteer, Oh, this false volunteer, oh, this mad volunteer, All our placid progress blighting comes this wild volunteer.
Oh, since you will not follow with this young volunteer, To fight for home and freedom, what are you doing here? Why were you still delaying, thus your motherland betraying, While he rose her voice obeying did the young volunteer, Did the true volunteer, did the loved volunteer, While you were still delaying died the brave volunteer.
'Tis a ghost and but the shadow of a young volunteer, He is dead and stilly sleeping, what should be haunting here? 'Tis but the storm winds flutter old dreams you dare not utter And false the hopes they mutter, and pale the volunteer, 'Tis a dream volunteer, yea, a dead volunteer, Old leaves that fly and flutter round a dead volunteer.
Oh, be he ghost or shadow of a lost volunteer, Though sad this heart and grieving, still welcome is he here, The greater his recruiting, who fell from cowardly shooting, I stand to him saluting, oh, my brave volunteer. Oh, the dear volunteer, oh, this true volunteer, All the greater the recruiting of this dead volunteer.
# The Theory of Social Revolutions

(1913) Plain text produced by Afra Ullah, Virginia Paque and PG Distributed Proofreaders
PREFATORY NOTE
The first chapter of the following book was published, in substantially its present form, in the Atlantic Monthly for April, 1913. I have to thank the editor for his courtesy in assenting to my wish to reprint. The other chapters have not appeared before. I desire also to express my obligations to my learned friend, Dr. M.M. Bigelow, who, most kindly, at my request, read chapters two and three, which deal with the constitutional law, and gave me the benefit of his most valuable criticism.
Further than this I have but one word to add. I have written in support of no political movement, nor for any ephemeral purpose. I have written only to express a deep conviction which is the result of more than twenty years of study, and reflection upon this subject.
BROOKS ADAMS.
QUINCY, MASSACHUSETTS, May 17, 1913.
CONTENTS
I. THE COLLAPSE OF CAPITALISTIC GOVERNMENT
II. THE LIMITATIONS OF THE JUDICIAL FUNCTION
III. AMERICAN COURTS AS LEGISLATIVE CHAMBERS
IV. THE SOCIAL EQUILIBRIUM
V. POLITICAL COURTS
VI. INFERENCES
INDEX [not included in this etext]
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# The Theory of Moral Sentiments

The Theory of Moral Sentiments, written by Adam Smith in 1759, is an important work in the theory of capitalism, wherein the ethical, philosophical, psychological and methodological underpinnings to Smith's later works are provided, including The Wealth of Nations (1776). Warning: template has been deprecated.
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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### Contents

* Part I: Of the Propriety of Action
* Part II: Of Merit and Demerit; or, of the Objects of Reward and Punishment
* Part III: Of the Foundation of our Judgments concerning our own Sentiments and Conduct, and of the Sense of Duty
* Part IV: Of the Effect of Utility upon the Sentiment of Approbation
* Part V: Of the Influence of Custom and Fashion upon the Sentiments of Moral Approbation and Disapprobation
* Part VI: Of the Character of Virtue
* Part VII: Of Systems of Moral Philosophy
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epitaph

EPITAPH, BY THE SAME.
HOC tumulata jacet proles Lenæa sepulchro, Immortale genus, nec peritura jacet; Quin oritura iterum, matris concreditur alvo; Bis natum referunt te quoque, Bacche Pater.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Inscription by Dean Smedley

INSCRIPTION,
BY DEAN SMEDLEY. 1729.
Reverendus Decanus, Jonathan Smedley, Theologia instructus, in Poesi exercitatus, Politioribus excultus literis; Parce pius, impius minime; Veritatis Indagator, Libertatis Assertor; Subsannatus multis, fastiditus quibusdam, Exoptatus plurimis, omnibus amicus, Auctor hujus sententiæ, Patres sunt vetulæ. Per laudem et vituperium, per famam atque infamiam; Utramque fortunam, variosque expertus casus, Mente sana, sano corpore, volens, lætusque, Lustris plus quam xi numeratis, Ad rem familiarem restaurandam augendamque, Et ad Evangelium Indos inter Orientales prædicandum, Grevæ, idibus Februarii, navem ascendens, Arcemque Sancti petens Georgii, vernale peræquinoxium, Anno Æræ Christianæ mdccxxviii, Transfretavit, Fata vocant — revocentque precamur.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epitaph on the Duke of Suffolk's Fool

EPITAPH,
IN BERKELEY CHURCHYARD, GLOUCESTERSHIRE.
HERE lies the earl of Suffolk's fool, Men call'd him Dicky Pearce; His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce.
Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone, What signifies to cry? Dickies enough are still behind, To laugh at by and by. Buried June 18, 1728, aged 63.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epigrams, Occasioned by Dr. Swift's Intended Hospital for Idiots and Lunaticks

EPIGRAMS,
OCCASIONED BY DR. SWIFT'S INTENDED HOSPITAL FOR IDIOTS AND LUNATICKS.
I.
THE dean must die — our idiots to maintain! Perish, ye idiots! and long live the dean!
II.
O GENIUS of Hibernia's state, Sublimely good, severely great, How doth this latest act excel All you have done or wrote so well! Satire may be the child of spite, And fame might bid the drapier write: But to relieve, and to endow, Creatures that know not whence or how, Argues a soul both good and wise, Resembling Him who rules the skies. He to the thoughtful mind displays Immortal skill, ten thousand ways; And, to complete his glorious task, Gives what we have not sense to ask!
III.
LO! Swift to idiots bequeaths his store: Be wise, ye rich! — consider thus the poor!
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Epitaph at Lee in Kent, on William Pate, the learned Woollen-draper

EPITAPH AT LEE IN KENT.
Hic jacent Reliquiæ GULIELMI PATE, Viri propter ingenii fœcunditatem et literarum peritiam,
haud minus eximii, quam ob morum urbanitatem suavitatemque dilecti. Hunc lapidem sequenti Apophthegmate aureo incisum, Tumulo imponi jussit: "Epicharmian illud teneto, Nervos atque Artus esse Sapientiæ, Non temere credere." Obiit nono die Decembris, Anno ætatis suæ octogesimo, Æræ Christianæ mdccxlvi.