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# The Ramayana/Book II/Canto LXVI: The Embalming

Kaus'alyá's eyes with tears o'erflowed. Weighed down by varied sorrows's load; On her dead lord her gaze she bent, Who lay like fire whose might is spent, Like the great deep with waters dry, Or like the clouded sun on high. Then on her lap she laid his head. And on Kaikeyí looked and said: 'Triumphant now enjoy thy reign Without a thorn thy side to pain. Thou hast pursued thy single aim, And lulled the king, O wicked dame. Far from my sight my Ráma flies, My perished lord has sought the skies. No friend, no hope my life to cheer, I cannot tread the dark path here. Who would forsake her husband, who That God to whom her love is due, And wish to live one hour, but she Whose heart no duty owns, like thee? The ravenous sees no fault: his greed Will e'en on poison blindly feed. Kaikeyí, through a hump-back maid, This royal house in death has laid. King Janak, with his queen, will hear Heart rent like me the tidings drear Of Ráma banished by the king, Urged by her impious counselling. No son has he, his age is great, And sinking with the double weight, He for his darling child will pine, And pierced with woe his life resign. Sprung from Videha's monarch, she A sad and lovely devotee, Roaming the wood, unmeet for woe, Will toil and trouble undergo. She in the gloomy night with fear The cries of beast and bird will hear, And trembling in her wild alarm Will cling to Ráma's sheltering arm. Ah, little knows my duteous son That I am widowed and undone-- My Ráma of the lotus eye, Gone hence, gone hence, alas, to die. Now, as a living wife and true, I, e'en this day, will perish too: Around his form these arms will throw. And to the fire with him will go.' Clasping her husband's lifeless clay A while the weeping votaress lay, Till chamberlains removed her thence O'ercome by sorrow's violence. Then in a cask of oil they laid Him who in life the world had swayed, And finished, as the lords desired, All rites for parted souls required. The lords, all-wise, refused to burn The monarch ere his son's return; So for a while the corpse they set Embalmed in oil, and waited yet. The women heard: no doubt remained, And wildly for the king they plained. With gushing tears that drowned each eye Wildly they waved their arms on high, And each her mangling nails impressed Deep in her head and knee and breast: 'Of Ráma reft,--who ever spake The sweetest words the heart to take, Who firmly to the truth would cling,-- Why dost thou leave us, mighty King? How can the consorts thou hast left Widowed, of Raghu's son bereft, Live with our foe Kaikeyí near, The wicked queen we hate and fear? She threw away the king, her spite Drove Ráma forth and Lakshman's might, And gentle Sítá: how will she Spare any, whosoe'er it be?' Oppressed with sorrow, tear-distained, The royal women thus complained. Like night when not a star appears, Like a sad widow drowned in tears, Ayodhyá's city, dark and dim, Reft of her lord was sad for him. When thus for woe the king to heaven had fled,  And still on earth his lovely wives remained. With dying light the sun to rest had sped,  And night triumphant o'er the landscape reigned.
# The New York Times/1895/5/7/James Kelly

The New York Times, May 7, 1895, Page 3
James Kelly.
James Kelly, one of the original founders of The Chicago Tribune, and one of the early pioneers of Cook County, Ill., died Sunday at the home of his daughter, Mrs. J. O. Parker, at Winnetka, Ill. The cause of his death was old age. His health had been comparatively good until two weeks ago.
Mr. Kelly was born in New-York in 1809. At the age of twelve years he accompanied his parents to Ireland, receiving there an education in the higher branches. On returning to New-York a few years later he engaged in the book publishing business.
He went on Chicago in 1838, and started one of the first newspapers in the city. It was a weekly publication, called The Gem of the Prairie. Mr. Kelly continued as its editor for a number of years, when, with the aid of Joseph K. C. Forrest and John E. Wheeler, he established The Chicago Tribune, July 10, 1847.
Mr. Kelly owned a great deal of property in and about Chicago, possessing nearly one hundred acres within six miles of the Cook County Court House, for which he held a Government patent.
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# The New York Times/1896/01/05/Chester D. Hartranft President

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January 5, 1896
CHESTER D. HARTRANFT PRESIDENT
Career of the Head of the Hartford Theological Seminary and School of Sociology.
HARTFORD, Conn., Jan. 4. President Chester D. Hartranft of the Hartford Theological Seminary, and founder of the Hartford School of Sociology, is a native of Pennsylvania, and a cousin of ex-Gov. John F. Hartranft of that State. He was graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 1861 and from the New-Brunswick Seminary in 1864. He was ordained as a clergyman in
The Rev. Dr. Hartranft, of the Hartford Theological Seminary.
the Dutch Reformed Church July 10 of that year. Prof. Hartranft has spent a number of years in German universities, and is one of the ablest Biblical scholars in the New-England theological schools. He was installed as a professor in the Hartford Theological Seminary in September, 1878, and became President ten years later, succeeding the Rev. Dr. William Thompson.
President Hartranft has received the degree of D. D. from Rutgers College. His work in this city has been of great importance , both from theological and sociological points of view. The Hartford School of Sociology was founded by him two years ago . During the first year the curriculum embraced lectureship in thirty different fields, and there are sixty lecturers, who have been assigned to work in this year's course. The list includes Prof. John Bascom of Williams College, Prof. William Z. Ripleyof Columbia College, Prof. Austin Abbott, Dean of the New-York University Law School; Prof. William Libbey, Jr., of Princeton, Prof. Roland P. Falkner of the University of Pennsylvania, Prof. Henry B. Gardner of Brown University, Prof. Lucy M. Salmon of Vassar, and Prof. W. J. Ashley of Harvard.
# The New York Times/1894/7/5/Lord Randolph Churchill in town

July 5, 1894, Wednesday. Page 9

## On a Tour Around the World with His Wife-Will Remain Here Only a Few Days.

Of the many incidents of interest to the social world yesterday one of the most important was the arrival on the White Star Line steamship Majestic of Lord and Lady Randolph Churchill.
It is over eleven years since Lord and Lady Churchill visited America. They are well known, however, by many members of New-York's smart set, who have been entertained by them abroad or who met them when on their former visit to this city.
Lord Randolph's two sons, Winston Leonard and John Winston, did no accompany their parents. Lord Randolph's eldest son, Winston Leonard, who is nineteen years old, is the centre of much interest among the English nobility since he may be the Duke of Marlborough before long. The present Duke, his cousin, is twenty-two years old, and is unmarried and of a very frail constitution. It is said by physicians that he cannot live for many years. In the even of the Duke of Marlborough's death, Lord Randolph would receive the title, and his son after him. Winston Leonard Churchill is at the Royal Military College at Sandhurst, where, in a recent examination, he stood fourth in a class of 600 students. After his graduation, which will take place next year, he will probably be ordered to India with his regiment.
Lady Randolph Churchill is acknowledged to be one of the handsomest women in English society. Her mother, Mrs. Leonard W. Jerome, who was at one time one of New-York's society leaders, has made her home in London for a number of years. Lady Randolph's aunts, Mrs. Fay Purdy and Mrs. Lawrence R. Jerome, are prominent in society here, as are her cousins, Mrs. David Thomson and Mrs. Jordan L. Mott, Jr.
Lord Randolph said to a reporter for The New-York Times: "My wife and I are on a tour around the world. We expect to remain in New-York a few days, but I cannot say just how long. I am traveling for mt health, and upon the advice of my physicians."
Lord Randolph did no care to talk further of his plans. He will probably go to Newport for a brief portion of the season, having many friends there. It is said that he will start for the West early in the Autumn, and will stop at San Francisco on his way to Japan. If this is true, the friends of the Lord and Lady Randolph Churchill will not have the pleasure of entertaining them in New-York next season.
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# The New York Times/1895/2/22/Gen. Richard Updyke Sherman

The New York Times, February 22, 1895.
Gen. Richard Updyke Sherman
Gen. Richard Updyke Sherman died of Bright's disease, at his home, in New-Hartford, N. Y., yesterday. He was a native of Oneida County, and was born in 1819. He established The Rochester Evening Gazette in 1846, and helped establish The Utica Morning Herald in 1847. He was elected Clerk of the Assembly in 1851, and held the office continuously, with the exception of one year, until 1857, when he took his seat as Member of the Assembly.
He was the author of the Clerks' Manual, which has been regarded as an authority on legislative usage. He was appointed Assistant Clerk of the House of Representatives in 1860, holding the position for ten years. He served in the Constitutional Convention in 1867. He was returned to the Assembly in 1874 as a Democrat. He was the unanimous choice of the minority for the Speakership. He was the father of Congressman James S. Sherman of Utica.
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# The New York Times/1895/5/23/John J. Gorman

The New York Times, May 23, 1895, Wednesday. Page 2.
John J. Gorman
In the death of ex-Sheriff John J. Gorman, at his home, 140 East Seventy-second Street, on Tuesday, Tammany Hall lost one of its oldest and most prominent leaders. Mr. Gorman joined the society when a young man, and was prominently identified with it until the time of his death. As a Tammany candidate he held a number of offices. He was a member of the old Fire Board, served as Fire Commissioner; was appointed twice a Police Justice, and was finally elected Sheriff. He had a reputation of being a conservative politician.
Mr. Gorman was born in Hester Street, of Irish parents, Oct. 5, 1828, and for many years was a resident of the old Ninth Ward. He attended the public school at Grove and Hudson Streets, but left school to enter a dry goods store. He afterward became and apprentice in the plumbing trade. He was taught by his father, who was a practical man, to look out for himself, and he was a self-made man in the truest sense of the word. In his early youth he was an enthusiastic member of the Volunteer Fire Department, and ran with the "machine" at every opportunity. He afterward became a member of the old Fire Board, and after the force was reorganised was elected Fire Commissioner. He served as President of the Board of Commissioners for several years. Meanwhile he had taken an active part in politics, and in 1872 was one of the Committee on Reorganization of Tammany Hall. In 1877 he was elected a Sachem, which office he held until the recent election.
While serving as Fire Commissioner, in 1883, Mr. Gorman was appointed Police Justice by Mayor Edson. He was reappointed Police Justice by Mayor Grant. In 1890 he was elected Sheriff of the City and County of New-York, and served a full term.
Mr. Gorman was prominent among Free Masons. He was honored with the thirty-third degree, and in 1892 the Supreme Council of the Sovereign Grand Inspectors General of the Thirty-Third and Last Degree, Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite for America, elected him Sovereign Grand Commander.
Both Mr. Gorman and Mrs. Gorman were prominent members of the Rev. Dr. John Hall's church. On account of the temporary absence of Dr. Hall, arrangements for the funeral have not been completed. It is expected, however, that the services will be held on Saturday morning.
At a meeting of the Commissioners of the Fire Department yesterday the following resolutions were passed:
Resolved, That the Board of Fire Commissions learns with regret of the death of John J. Gorman, at the one time Commissioner of the department, and desires to convey to the family of the deceased ex-Commissioner its sincere sympathy.
Resolved, That the flags of the department be placed at half-mast on the day of the funeral.
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# The Pearl/Volume 18/Acrostic - Madrigal

C ome love and dwell with me
U nder the greenwood tree,
N o one can happy be,
T han I shall be if bless'd with thee!
P laced near your mossy grot,
R ises a rustic cot.
I would bear thee to that spot,
C ool when the sun is hot;
K ind fair one, linger not!
F lowers bloom their brightest there!
U nknown fragrance fills the air!
C ome, sweet Chloe, grant the prayer,
K neeling I make to thee!
# The Pearl/Volume 18

A Journal of Facetiæ and Voluptuous Reading.

### Table of Contents

* My Grandmother's Tale or May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love
* Acrostic - Madrigal
* Acrostic - The Martyr
* The Disagreeable Passenger
* A Question of Lunacy
* The Sultan's Reverie
* How He Lost His Whiskers: An Episode in the Life of Steve Broad
* The Novice
* A Gentleman's Wig
* Acrostic
* The Wedding Night
* God Save Queen Cunt
# The Pearl/Volume 18/Acrostic - The Martyr

F irm as a rock the noble martyr stood,
U nbending as a rod of tempered steel;
C almly he sees the touch ignite the wood,
K nowing the agony he soon must feel.
M ighty the influence which makes the body
Y ield prompt obedience to the power of will!
C onscious of being right, this is the motto,
U pon his banner writ in words of light.
N o other motive can supply the power,
T o cheer the martyr in his dying hour!
D ying because he would maintain the right,
E ver should rule in place of boastful might!
A nd so the martyr's name shall never die,
R ound the whole world the stirring tale shall fly.
P eoples unborn his noble name shall learn,
A nd his example make their bosoms burn;
P atriots shall hail him as a brother true,
A nd write his history for all to view!
# The Pearl/Volume 18/God Save Queen Cunt

God save our great Cunt! our Queen! For ever may she reign, Supreme o'er all! Her praises we will sound, True bliss in her is found, She long ago was crowned, Queen of the world!
Adam in Eden's bowers, With choicest fruits and flowers, Felt all alone!
Only his prick to frig, When it was hard and big, Till he felt with fatigue Weary and worn! Our Queen saw his distress, And swift to his redress From heaven she came.
Told him her name was Eve, And asked him to believe That she would relieve Prick's burning flame! Adam at once replied: "For something I have sighed, I knew not what!"
This cunt you show to me, New strength puts into me. And yet it seems to me, My prick's more hot!"
Great Cunt, our Queen, then said: "On this bank in the shade I will lay down. Put your prick in the slit, Never fear the tight fit, Push, and it will admit, Your cock so brown!
Up and down move your bum, In which I'll put my thumb, To keep good time! Shove your cock in and out, Until from his blunt snout The sperm shall madly spout, 'Tis bliss divine!"
Can I describe our Queen? Her beauties must be seen To be well known.
Lips that are lecherous, Perfect and amorous, And odoriferous! This is her crown!
You will find her great chink, Lined with skin quite pink, God bless Queen Cunt! Never in man or beast, Will you find such a feast, If with your tongue you taste Her juicy cunt!
Emp'rors and kings bow down To her power and renown, Queen Cunt they love! Their pricks with joy they push Into her hairy bush, And with a furious rush With joy they shove!
The Pope of Rome, I know, Cunt's claims cannot forgo, But owns her sway! Cardinal, monk and priest, From greatest to the least, All love her luscious feast, Both night and day!
Mankind of every race, Where'er the dwelling place, Get the stiff prick.
Chinese or Negromen, Zulus or Englishmen, Irish or American, Love Cunt's sweet nick!
Ever since Adam's day Cunt has maintained her sway Over the world!
Never by piety, Or any dignity, From her authority Has she been hurled!
Cunt's greatest foe has been, One that is quite obscene: A tight arse-hole!
Conquered now is this foe, Perfect his overthrow! In sight he dares not show, To save his soul!
God save great Cunt, our Queen, Let her throne be between Sweet woman's thighs!
And may the curling hair, Gracefully clustering there, Man's pego still ensnare, Until he dies!
# The Pearl/Volume 18/A Gentleman's Wig

Tune-"Derry-Down."
I sing not of despots, or slaves who submit,
Not of farmer George, Jenky, Dundas, Fox or Pitt!
My ballad's the bantling of laughter and gig,
'Tis of an old cock in a c-tified wig.
'Gainst the poll tax of Pitt this old codger did rave,
Like a felon transported, it forc'd him to shave.
"Tho' tried for my life," said th' old buck,
"I'll rob The tail of some Dolly to build a brown bob."
Near Somerset House he fell in with a tit,
And he thought for his purpose the c-tling was fit;
But when he examin'd her parts; d'ye see,
All the hair of her c-t wouldn't make a toupee.
The same night he picked up a merry-ars'd wench,
The hair-quantum stuff of the wise-wig'd bench;
Whilst on her back, sleeping as fast as a top,
He with keen cutting scissors her c-t made a crop.
Away went the thief, and the barber received,
The booty, for which a final caul he had weav'd;
But strange! whilst old razor the wig had in hand,
The pole in his breeches did constantly stand.
Well pleas'd with his plight, Razor laid by his work,
And lather'd the beard of his wife like a Turk.
"Keep the wig," said she, "love, don't expose it for sale.
'Tis bob for your head and a bob for my tail."
The wig frizz'd and curl'd, closely shav'd Codger's nob;
Away went the barber to try on the bob;
But the box waxing warm, Codger's passions did rise,
Which brought tears in his breeches instead of his eyes.
In rampant condition he flew to a fair,
And perchance met the Dolly he'd robb'd of her hair;
She whipp'd off the wig, cloth'd his parts with the caul,
So in went his dry bob, and wet bob, and all.
Now we know to be true what anatomists state,
That the fountain of love is supplied from the pate;
'Twas the jasey provoking, sirs, mark what I say,
Made his fountain of love's bason to play.
Then take my advice, ye old cocks of the game,
Whenever you find your wild passions grown tame,
Get a wig made of hair from the spot ye all prize,
And in spite of your prudence your pego will rise.
# The Pearl/Volume 18/A Question of Lunacy

A lady the other day, wishing to get an imbecile son into an asylum, consulted a doctor about a certificate and he naturally enquired as to the actions of the alleged lunatic.
Lady - I must tell you that lately at Christmas he would get up at night and eat all the mince-pie in the pantry.
Doctor - That is only gluttony.
Lady - There's something awfully shocking to tell: The other day he threw the servant down the stairs and fucked her!
Doctor - Mere depravity, that's, all. Now allow me to explain the difference to you, Madame! If you had told me that your son had eaten the servant and fucked the mince-pies there could have been no doubt about the necessity of confining him in an asylum.
# The Pearl/Volume 18/Acrostic

Come father dear! now lay your body down
Upon your daughter's naked belly white,
Now raptures soon shall our embraces crown;
This is the only road to true delight!
I know the lessons I have learnt from you,
Sweet lessons in the flowerY paths of love!   Sure I'll remember all I ought to do,
When I am under and you are above!
Enter at once, dear father, to my bower,
Each movement of your prick will give me bliss!
'Tis joy to me to know I have the power,   With you to share sweet rapture such as this!
How often you have praised my cunt's tight grip!
Each time you fuck 'tis better than the last!
Now from my cunt your prick will never slip!
Your legs and mine entwined shall keep it fast!
Only a father's love such joy can give,
United thus, forever I could live!
Nor envy those who boast a husband's love.
Give me always this prick, I ne'er will rove,
And never wish for any other man.
No prick with this, I'm certain, can compare!
Does it not take both of my hands to span?
Then what a wealth he has of curly hair!
Each morn upon my cunt his burning kisses fall,
Night after night his tongue enters my quim so small.
Do it again, papa, I can't forbear to call,
Even my mother laughs and says: "My husband dear,
Ram in your prick at once, and end this wild career."
# The Pearl/Volume 18/The Disagreeable Passenger

A Yorkshire excursion train the other day contained a rather morose-looking individual, who being offered the newspaper, grumpily replied: "I don't read!"
"Will you take a cigar then?" asked another passenger.
"I don't smoke!"
Presently a third offered him his flask.
"I don't drink!"
This happened in a carriage with open compartments, so a clergyman who had overheard it all and thinking that perhaps a little intellectual conversation would be more to his taste, leaned over the back of the seat and said: "Would you like to step over here with us, there is only myself, wife and daughter?"
"I don't fuck!" was all he got for his kind intention.
And we need not say that he was both disgusted and chagrined as the laughter of the others pealed through the carriage.
# The Rear-guard

"Groping along the tunnel step by step"
* "The Rear-guard" in The Muse in Arms (1917).
* "The Rear-guard" in Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918).
# The Reason of Church-governement Urg'd against Prelaty

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THE
REASON
OF
Church-governement
Urg'd against
PRELATY
By Mr. John Milton.
In two Books.
LONDON,
Printed by E. G. for for Iohn Rothwell, and are to be sold at the Sunne in Pauls Church-yard. 1641.
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Book 1 Preface Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Book 2 Introduction Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Conclusion Errata