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# The Ambassadors

* "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176–177:
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (554) (January 1903): 138–160.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (555) (February 1903): 297–320.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (556) (March 1903): 459–480.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (557) (April 1903): 634–656.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (558) (May 1903): 792–816.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 176 (559) (June 1903): 945–968.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (560) (July 1903): 138–160.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (561) (August 1903): 297–320.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (562) (September 1903): 457–480.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (563) (October 1903): 615–640.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (564) (November 1903): 779–800.
** "The Ambassadors" in The North American Review 177 (565) (December 1903): 947–968.
    — First publication in any form
* The Ambassadors (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)
    — First English book edition
* The Ambassadors (New York and London: Harper & Brothers, 1903)
    — First American book edition; this edition famously swapped the order of Chapters 28 and 29, an error that James apparently never noticed
* "The Ambassadors" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 20–21:
** "The Ambassadors" 1 in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 21
** "The Ambassadors" 2 in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 22
    — The "New York Edition"; based on the American edition, minimally revised by James; contains the swapped chapters error.
* The Ambassadors (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923)
    — Volumes 30 and 31 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text, and therefore contains the swapped chapters error.
# The Ambassadors (London: Methuen & Co., 1903)/Part 1

PART FIRST
# The Banks of Sweet Primroses (Such)

THE
BANKS OF
SWEET PRIMROSES.
London:—SUCH, Printer.
AS I walked one mid-summer morning To view the fields and take the air, Down by the banks of sweet primroses, There I beheld a most lovely fair.
Three long steps I took up to her, Not knowing her, as she passed me by; I stepp'd up to her thinking to view her She appeared to be like some virtuous bride.
I said fair maid where are you going, Or what is the occasion of all your grief I'll make you as happy as any lady, If you will grant me some small relief.
Stand off, stand off, you are quite deceitful You've been a false deceitful man 'tis plain, It's you that cause my poor heart to wander, To give me comfort it is all in vain.
I'll go down into some lonesome valley No man on earth shall e'er me find; When the pretty birds shall change their voices, At every moment shall blow boisterous wind.
Come all you young maids that go courting, Pray give attention to what I do say, For there's many a dark & cloudy morning, Turns out to be a sun-shiny day.
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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# The Banks of the Dee

* "The Banks of the Dee", in The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The banks of the Dee", in The Clydesdale wedding (1822), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Banks of the Dee", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Banks of Sweet Primroses

* related portals: Song lyrics.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
"The Banks of Sweet Primroses", "The Banks of the Sweet Primroses", "Sweet Primroses", "As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning", "As I Rode Out" or "Stand off, Stand Off": English folk song, with Roud Folk Song Index number 586.
* "Banks of Sweet Primroses", broadside published by Jackson and Son (19th century).
* "The Banks of Sweet Primroses", broadside published by Henry Parker Such (19th century).
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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# The Banks O' Doon (1st version)

This is the first of three versions of The Banks O' Doon published by Burns, all in 1791.
Sweet are the banks-the banks o' Doon, The spreading flowers are fair, And everything is blythe and glad, But I am fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause Luve was true: Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o' my fate.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine; And ilka birds sang o' its Luve, And sae did I o' mine: Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Upon its thorny tree; But my fause Luver staw my rose And left the thorn wi' me: Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Upon a morn in June; And sae I flourished on the morn, And sae was pu'd or noon!
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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# The Book of Scottish Song/See the Moon

See the Moon.
[Written by the late Daniel Weir of Greenock. Adapted to the celebrated air of "Rousseau's Dream."]
See the moon o'er cloudless Jura Shining in the lake below; See the distant mountain towering Like a pyramid of snow. Scenes of grandeur—scenes of childhood— Scenes so dear to love and me! Let us roam by bower and wildwood, All is lovelier when with thee. ​On Leman's breast the winds are sighing, All is silent in the grove, And the flowers with dew-drops glistening Sparkle like the eye of love. Night so calm, so clear, so cloudless; Blessed night to love and me! Let us roam by bower and fountain, All is lovelier when with thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/She rose and let me in

She rose and let me in.
[The old song of "She rose and let me in" was written by Francis Semple, Esq. of Beltrees, in Renfrewshire, but is too indelicate for admission. Semple lived about the middle of the seventeenth century. A manuscript volume of his poems is known to have been in the possession of a lady in Paisley within the last thirty years, but unfortunately all trace of it is now lost. Ritson says, "This song (the present) is an English song of great merit, and has been Scotified by the Scots themselves." But the reverse happens to be the case, for it is a Scotch song, and has been Anglified by the Scots themselves. The original Scotch words are to be found, with the music, in Playford's "Choice Ayres and Songs," 1683, also (without the music) in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, Herd's Collection, &c. What may be called the Anglified version (which we here give) first appeared in Johnson's Museum. Burns was mistaken in thinking that Ramsay was the author of this version—for Ramsay gives the original words with all their warmth and high colouring.]
The night her sable mantle wore, And gloomy were the skies; Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more, Than those in Nelly's eyes. When to her father's door I came, Where I had often been, I begg'd my fair, my lovely dame, To rise and let me in.
But she with accents all divine, Did my fond suit reprove; And while she chid my rash design, She but inflamed my love. Her beauty oft had pleased before, While her bright eyes did roll; But virtue had the very power To charm my very soul.
Then who would cruelly deceive, Or from such beauty part? I loved her so, I could not leave The charmer of my heart. My eager fondness I obey'd, Resolved she should be mine, Till Hymen to my arms convey'd My treasure so divine.
Now, happy in my Nelly's love, Transporting is my joy; No greater blessing can I prove, So blest a man am I: For beauty may a while retain The conquer'd flutt'ring heart; But virtue only is the chain Holds, never to depart.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Sing on, sing on

Sing on, sing on.
[Written by the Ettrick Shepherd, to the tune of "Prince William Henry's Delight."]
Sing on, sing on, my bonnie bird, The sang ye sang yestreen, O, When here, aneath the hawthorn wild, I met my bonnie Jean, O. My blude ran prinklin through my veins, My hair began to steer, O; My heart play'd deep against my breast, As I beheld my dear, O.
O weels me on my happy lot! O weels me on my dearie! O weels me on the charmin' spot, Where a' combin'd to cheer me. The mavis liltit on the bush, The lavrock on the green, O; The lily bloom'd, the daisy blush'd, But a' was nought to Jean, O. ​Sing on, sing on, my bonnie thrush, Be neither flee'd nor eerie; I'll wad your love sits in the bush, That gars ye sing sae cheerie: She may be kind, she may be sweet, She may be neat and dean, O; But O she's but a drysome mate, Compar'd wi' bonnie Jean, O.
If love wad open a' her stores, An' a' her bloomin' treasures, And bid me rise, an' turn an' choose, And taste her chiefest pleasures; My choice wad be the rosy cheek, The modest beamin' eye, O; The yellow hair, the bosom fair, The lips o' coral dye, O.
A bramble shade around her head, A burnie poplin' by, O; Our bed the swaird, our sheet the plaid, Our canopy the sky, O. And here's the burn, an' there's the bush Around the flowerie green, O; An' this the plaid, an' sure the lass Wad be my bonnie Jean, O.
Hear me, thou bonnie modest moon! Ye starnies twinklin' high, O! An' a' ye gentle powers aboon, That roam athwart the sky, O. To see me gratefu' for the past, Ye saw me blest yestreen, O; An' ever till I breathe my last Ye'll see me true to Jean, O.
# The Book of Scottish Song/She is a winsome

She is a winsome.
[Written by Burns in 1792 for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "My wife's a wanton wee thing."]
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a winsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine!
I never saw a fairer, I never loo'd a dearer; And neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine.
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.
The warld's wrak we share o't, The warstle and the care o't; Wi' her I'll blythely bear it, And think my lot divine.
# The Book of Scottish Song/She left us

She left us.
[William Knox.]
She left us when spring-time Had painted the plain, And promis'd in autumn To see us again.
Long, long seem'd the summer When she was away, And we sigh'd for the woodlands And flowers to decay.
The tree at our window Had scatter'd its leaves, And the swallow had left us That sung from the eaves,
When we thought of her promise To see us again, And long'd for her coming; But all was in vain.
She left us in spring-time In health and in joy, But the breezes of autumn Had blown to destroy.
We saw the long fun'ral Come over the plain, And the voice that could cheer us Can cheer not again.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Slichtit Nancy

Slichtit Nancy.
[This appears in the first vol. of Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany (1724) without any mark. The reader will discover in it the origin of the English song, "Nobody coming to marry me." It is given in Ramsay to the tune of "Kirk wad let me be."]
It's I ha'e seven braw new gouns, And ither seven better to mak'; And yet, for a' my new gouns, My wooer has turn'd his back. Besides, I have seven milk-kye, And Sandy he has but three; And yet, for a' my gude kye, The laddie winna ha'e me.
My daddie's a delver o' dykes, My mother can card and spin, And I'm a fine fodgel lass, And the siller comes linkin' in; The siller comes linkin' in, And it is fu' fair to see, And fifty times, wow! O wow! What ails the lads at me?
Whenever our Bawty does bark, Then fast to the door I rin, To see gin ony young spark Will licht and venture but in; But never a ane will come in, Though mony a ane gaes by; Syne ben the house I rin, And a weary wicht am I.
When I was at my first prayers, I pray'd but anes i' the year, I wish'd for a handsome young lad, And a lad wi' muckle gear. When I was at my neist prayers, I pray'd but now and then, I fash'd na my head about gear, If I got a handsome young man.
Now I am at my last prayers, I pray on baith nicht and day, And, oh, if a beggar wad come, With that same beggar I'd gae. And, oh, and what'll come o' me: And, oh, and what'll I do! That sic a braw lassie as I Should die for a wooer, I trow!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Scotland yet

Scotland yet.
[Written by the Rev. H. S. Riddel. Set music by Peter Macleod.]
Gae bring my gude auld harp ance mair, Gae bring it firm and fast— For I maun sing anither sang, Ere a' my glee be past. And trow ye as I sing, my lads, The burden o't shall be, Auld Scotland's howes, and Scotland's knowes, And Scotland's hills for me! I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a' the honours three.
The heath waves wild upon her hills, And, foaming frae the fells, Her fountains sing o' freedom still, As they dance down the dells; And weel I lo'e the land, my lads, That's girded by the sea; Then Scotland's dales, and Scotland's vales, And Scotland's hills for me! I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a' the honours three.
Her thistle wags upon the fields Where Wallace bore his blade, That gave her foemen's dearest bluid To dye her auld grey plaid; And looking to the lift, my lads, He sang this doughty glee, Auld Scotland's right, and Scotland's might, And Scotland's hills for me! Then drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a' the honours three.
They tell o' lands wi' brighter skies, Where freedom's voice ne'er rang— Gi'e me the hills where Ossian dwelt, And Coila's Minstrel sang; For I've nae skill o' lands, my lads, That ken na to be free, Then Scotland's right, and Scotland's might, And Scotland's hills for me! We'll drink a cup to Scotland yet, Wi' a' the honours three.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Sing on

Sing on.
[William Chalmers.—Air, "The pride of the broomlands."]
Sing on, thou little bird, Thy wild notes sae loud, O sing, sweetly sing frae the tree; Aft, beneath thy birken bow'r, I have met at e'ening hour, My young Jamie that's far o'er the sea.
On yon bonnie heather knowes We pledged our mutual vows, And dear is the spot unto me; Tho' pleasure I ha'e nane, While I wander alane, And my Jamie is far o'er the sea.
But why should I mourn, The seasons will return, And verdure again clothe the lea; The flow'rets shall bring, And the saft breeze shall bring My dear laddie again back to me.
Thou star! give thy light, Guide my lover aright, Frae rocks and frae shoals keep him free; Now gold I ha'e in store, He shall wander no more, No, no more shall he sail o'er the sea.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Bridgeport

Edition of 1879. See also Bridgeport, Connecticut on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
BRIDGEPORT, a city and half shire town of Fairfield co., Conn., situated on Long Island sound, 59 m. N. E. of New York, by the New York and New Haven railroad. It is the most important station on the road, and a terminus
of the Housatonic and Naugatuck railroads. The mouth of the Pequonnock creek furnishes a harbor safe and capacious, but somewhat injured by a sand bar. Much coasting business is done here, and steamboats make daily passages to and from New York. Near the shore the land is level, but soon rises to an elevation of 100 ft., called Golden hill, commanding a beautiful view of the sound, and crowned with elegant residences. The city is well built, has a gas and a water company, and many of its streets are shaded with large elms. The immediate vicinity was settled in 1639, but the city (formerly called Newfield) is almost wholly the growth of the present century. The town, formerly a part of Stratford, was incorporated in 1821, and the city charter was obtained in 1836. The population of the city in 1850 was 6,080; in 1860, 13,299; and in 1870, 18,969; of the town in 1870, 19,835. The value of the taxable property of the town in 1871 was $10,512,156, which amount was exceeded only by that of three other towns in the state, Hartford, New Haven, and Norwich. In 1871 there were in the town 13 schools, with 7 male teachers, 43 female teachers, 3,605 pupils registered in the public schools, and 498 in private schools. The city contains 5 national banks and three savings banks, with deposits aggregating, Jan. 1, 1871, $4,473,102. Bridgeport is noted for its manufactures of firearms and sewing machines. Among the most extensive establishments are those of the Wheeler and Wilson and Howe sewing machine companies, the Union metallic cartridge company, the New Haven arms company, and one of the largest carriage manufactories in the United States. There are seven other carriage factories, several iron founderies, manufactories of locks, saddles, harness, carriage springs, and coach lace, and two daily newspapers.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Brummel, George Bryan

Edition of 1879. See also Beau Brummel on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
BRUMMEL, George Bryan, a celebrated English man of fashion, born in London in June, 1778, died at Caen, France, March 29, 1840. He was educated at Eton and Oxford, where, though he displayed some skill in writing Latin verses, he was less distinguished for scholarship than for a fastidious taste in dress, which early gained for him the sobriquet of “Beau Brummel.” On the death of his father in 1794 he inherited £30,000, and about the same time he became the favorite companion of the prince of Wales, who gave him a cornetcy in his regiment, and rapidly promoted him to a captaincy. Military life not being to his taste, he sold his commission and devoted himself to fashion and fine society. He set up a splendid bachelor establishment at the west end of London, and became the arbiter of taste and fashion, a position which he retained so long as the favor of the prince of Wales and his own money lasted. The former he forfeited about 1813, and the latter, replenished occasionally by gambling, gave out soon after; and in the latter part of the next year he fled from his creditors to Calais. After living there for some years on such remittances as he could obtain from his friends, he was appointed consul at Caen, where he became reduced to utter penury and died in a hospital for lunatic mendicants. See “Life of Brummel,” by Capt. William Jesse (2 vols. 8vo, London, 1844; 12mo, 1854).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Brunck, Richard François Philippe

Edition of 1879. See also Richard François Philippe Brunck on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
BRUNCK, Richard François Philippe, a French philologist, born in Strasburg, Dec. 30, 1729, died June 12, 1803. He was educated in the college of the Jesuits at Paris, served in Hanover as commissary of war, and returned at the age of 30 to Strasburg, where he studied in the university till he had mastered the Greek language. As an editor he made no commentaries, but occupied himself only with the text. Persuaded that all faults in the language of the Greek poets came from the carelessness of copyists, he corrected the texts with the utmost fearlessness, regardless of manuscript readings. Holding a lucrative official position, he was enabled to issue his editions without depending on a publisher. He edited the Greek anthology, all of the tragedies of Sophocles, and several of those of Æschylus and Euripides, the Greek gnomic poets, and the works of Anacreon, Aristophanes, and Apollonius of Rhodes. His labors were interrupted by the French revolution, whose principles he espoused. He was imprisoned during the reign of terror, was twice ruined in property, and obliged to part with his books. He then turned his attention to Latin authors, and edited Virgil, Plautus, and Terence.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Brunet, Jacques Charles

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BRUNET, Jacques Charles, a French bibliographer, born in Paris, Nov. 2, 1780, died there, Nov. 16, 1867. The son of a bookseller, he early devoted himself to the study of bibliography, and made several catalogues of old libraries. His most important work is the Manuel du libraire et de l'amateur de livres (3 vols. 8vo, 1810). The 5th edition (7 vols. 8vo, Paris, 1860-'67) is the most complete work on bibliography ever produced. He also published Recherches sur les éditions originales des cinq livres du roman satirique de Rabelais, and several other works. In 1848 he received the decoration of the legion of honor.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Brun, Friederike Sophie Christiane

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BRUN, Friederike Sophie Christiane, a German authoress, born at Gräfen-Tonna, near Gotha, June 8, 1765, died in Copenhagen, March 25, 1835. The daughter of Balthasar Münter, a German clergyman and poet, who removed to Copenhagen, she was early remarkable for her linguistic and poetical talents, and married in 1783 the wealthy Danish councillor Constantin Brun, with whom she went to St. Petersburg and to Hamburg, where she formed the acquaintance of Klopstock. She became deaf during the cold winter of 1788-'9, and subsequently travelled in various countries, and for some time in company with the princess of Dessau and the poet Matthisson. With the latter and with the historian Johannes von Müller she spent some time in Switzerland in the house of Bonstetten, who was afterward for several years her guest in Copenhagen, and who addressed many remarkable letters to her, which have been published. After a long residence in Italy, she spent nearly the last 25 years of her life in Copenhagen, gathering round her many eminent persons. Her husband survived her hardly one year. Her early poems, edited by Matthisson in 1795 (4th ed., Zürich, 1806), were followed by Neue Gedichte (Darmstadt, 1812), and Neueste Gedichte (Bonn, 1820). She described her travels in her Prosaische Schriften (4 vols.,
Zürich, 1799-1801), Episoden (4 vols., 1807-'18), Römisches Leben (2 vols., Leipsic, 1833), and in her Briefe aus Rom, addressed to her brother, the bishop of Seeland, edited by Böttiger (Dresden, 1816; new ed., 1820). Her last work, Wahrheit am Morgenträumen und Ida's ästhetische Entwickelung (Aarau, 1824), contains a partial autobiography and an account of her daughter Ida's education.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Buff Leather

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​ BUFF LEATHER, a strong soft preparation of bull's or elk's hide, which was worn under the mail armor of the middle ages, to deaden the effect of a blow. As armor fell into disuse, buff coats, which would turn a broadsword cut, and even a pistol ball, were often worn in lieu of complete steel, either with or without a cuirass and gorget of metal. Modern buff leather, of which soldiers' crossbelts and other accoutrements are frequently made, is for the most part made of common buckskin.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Colophon

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## Annotations

DUTCH HANDMADE PAPER:
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S. B. Sylvia Beach, proprietor of the Parisian bookstore Shakespeare and Company. She published Joyce's Ulysses on 2 February 1922.