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# A voice from Harper's Ferry/"J. Henrie" to "J. Smith and Sons" 2

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J. Smith and Sons,—I have just time to say that Mr. Anderson arrived in the train five minutes ago.
Respectfully,J. HENRIE.
P. S. I have not had time to talk with him, J. H.
# A voice from Harper's Ferry/"J. M. B." to "J. B., Jr."

Dear Sir,—Yours came to hand last night. One hand (Anderson) left here last night, and will be found an efficient hand. Richardson is anxious to be at work as a missionary to bring sinners to repentance. He will start in a few days. Another will follow immediately after, if not with him. More laborers may be looked for shortly. "Slow but sure."
Alexander has received yours, so you see all communications have come to hand, so far. Alexander is not coming up to the work as he agreed. I fear he will be found unreliable in the end.
Dull times affect missionary matters here more than any thing else; however, a few active laborers may be looked for as certain.
I would like to hear of your congregation numbering more than "15 and 2" to commence a good revival; still, our few will be adding strength to the good work. Yours, &c,J. M. B.
To J. B., Jr.
# A vital question; or, What is to be done?/Part Sixth

PART SIXTH.
CHANGE OF SCENES.
"Let us start," said the lady in mourning; but now she was no longer in mourning; a bright pink dress, a pink hat, a white mantilla, and a handsome bouquet. She was not alone, but with Mosolof. Mosolof and Nikítin were sitting on the front seat of the carriage; on the coachman's box was a third youth, and next the lady was a man of thirty years. How old was the lady? Was she only twenty, as she said, and not twenty-five? but this is a matter of conscience if she exaggerates.
"Yes, my dear, I have waited for this day more than two years. When I first got acquainted with him (she indicated Nikítin with her eyes), I only anticipated; but I cannot say that I expected it. It was only a hope; but soon came assurance."
"Excuse me, excuse me," says the reader, and not alone the sapient reader, but every reader, growing more and more astonished as he thinks it over. "For more than two years since she got acquainted with Nikítin!"
"Yes," I say.
"She got acquainted with Nikítin at the same time that she got acquainted with the Kirsánofs and Beaumonts on that sleighing picnic which took place at the end of this winter?"
"Absolutely true," I say.
"What does it all mean? Do you tell about things taking place in 1865?"
"Yes."
"Is it possible? have mercy!"
"Why is it impossible, when I know?"
"That is enough! Who will listen to you?"
"Doesn't it really please you?"
​"Whom do you take me for? Of course it doesn't!"
"If you don't care to listen now, of course I must postpone the rest of my story till you are ready to listen; I hope it will be very soon."
April 4 (16), 1863.
# A voice from Harper's Ferry

* A VOICE FROM HARPER'S FERRY.
* A
* NARRATIVE OF EVENTS
* AT
* HARPER'S FERRY;
* WITH
* INCIDENTS PRIOR AND SUBSEQUENT TO ITS CAPTURE BY CAPTAIN BROWN AND HIS MEN.
* BY
* OSBORNE P. ANDERSON,
* ONE OF THE NUMBER.
* BOSTON;
* PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR.
* 1861.
How old John Brown took Harper's Ferry: A ballad for the times
John Brown of Osawatomie by G. D. Whitmore
The Virginia scaffold by Edna Dean Proctor
"Old John Brown" by Rev. E. H. Sears
Dirge
PREFACE.
My sole purpose in publishing the following Narrative is to save from oblivion the facts connected with one of the most important movements of this age, with reference to the overthrow of American slavery. My own personal experience in it, under the orders of Capt. Brown, on the 16th and 17th of October, 1859, as the only man alive who was at Harper's Ferry during the entire time—the unsuccessful groping after these facts, by individuals, impossible to be obtained, except from an actor in the scene—and the conviction that the cause of impartial liberty requires this duty at my hands—alone have been the motives for writing and circulating the little book herewith presented.
I will not, under such circumstances, insult nor burden the intelligent with excuses for defects in composition, nor for the attempt to give the facts. A plain, unadorned, truthful story is wanted, and that by one who knows what he says, who is known to have been at the great encounter, and to have labored in shaping the same. My identity as a member of Capt. Brown's company cannot be questioned, successfully, by any who are bent upon suppressing the truth; neither will it be by any in Canada or the United States familiar with John Brown and his plans, as those know his men personally, or by reputation, who enjoyed his confidence sufficiently to know thoroughly his plans.
The readers of this narrative will therefore keep steadily in view the main point—that they are perusing a story of events which have happened under the eye of the great Captain, or are incidental thereto, and ​not a compendium of the "plans" of Capt. Brown; for as his plans were not consummated, and as their fulfilment is committed to the future, no one to whom they are known will recklessly expose all of them to the public gaze. Much has been given as true that never happened; much has been omitted that should have been made known; many things have been left unsaid, because, up to within a short time, but two could say them; one of them has been offered up, a sacrifice to the Moloch, Slavery; being that other one, I propose to perform the duty, trusting to that portion of the public who love the right for an appreciation of my endeavor.
O. P. A.
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# A voice from Harper's Ferry/"J. Henrie" to "J. Smith and Sons" 1

Chambersburg, ——————, ——————.
J. Smith & Sons,—A quantity of freight has to-day arrived for you in care of Oaks & Caufman. The amount is somewhere between 2,600 and 3,000 lbs. Charges in full, $25.98. The character is, according to manifest, 33 bundles and 4 boxes.
I yesterday received a letter from John Smith, containing nothing of any particular importance, however, so I will keep it until you come up.
Respectfully,J. HENRIE.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Prickett, William

From volume 3 of the work.
​Prickett, William, of Oxon, pleb. Magdalen Coll., matric. entry 8 May, 1601, aged 14; chorister 1593-1604; chaplain New Coll., B.A. 12 Nov., 1607, M.A. 21 June, 1610; perhaps incorporated at Cambridge 1627 (as Pricke), vicar of Wing, Bucks, 1614. See Bloxam, i. 27; & Foster's Index Eccl.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyeing, Robert

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyeing, Robert (Pising), s. Robert, of Helton, Dorset, gent. Trinity Coll., matric. 5 July, 1639, aged 17.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyne, John (5)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyne, John, arm. Lincoln Coll., matric. 15 Nov., 1650, student of Middle Temple 1651, as son and heir of John, of Curry Malet, Somerset, esq. See Foster's Inns of Court Reg.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyne, John (6)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyne, John, s. Ph., of Barnstaple, Devon, gent. Exeter Coll., matric 14 March, 1672-3, aged 17; B.A. from St. Alban Hall 1676, vicar of Yarnscombe, Devon, 1677. See Foster's Index Eccl.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Prickett, Richard (1)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Prickett, Richard, subscribed 22 June, 1610.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Prickett, Thomas

From volume 3 of the work.
​Prickett, Thomas, s. Josias, of Pocklington, Yorks, gent. Merton Coll., matric. 3 April, 1685, aged 19; vicar of Kilham, Yorks; baptised at Allerthorpe 17 Aug., 1668, and died 17 March, 1741-2.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyeing, John

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyeing, John, of Dorset, pleb. University Coll., matric 17 Nov., 1615, aged 15.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyne, John (3)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyne, John (Pine), subscribed 4 Nov., 1614.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Prickett, Richard (2)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Prickett, Richard, of Oxon, pleb. Queen's Coll., matric. 21 Nov., 1628, aged 16; B.A. 11 Feb., 1630-1. See Hearne, i. 107, 198.
# Alumni Oxonienses: the Members of the University of Oxford, 1500-1714/Pyne, John (4)

From volume 3 of the work.
​Pyne, John, s. John, of Alwington, Devon, sacerd. Wadham Coll., matric. 11 Nov., 1636, aged 16; B.A. from Hart Hall 5 April, 1641; perhaps buried at Alwington 1655.
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Where Tay Pay Isn't Tay Pay

WHERE TAY PAY ISN'T TAY PAY
"Tay Pay's Weekly," said Mark, proffering sixpence at a Cork news stand.
The woman behind the counter looked at him inquiringly. "New paper, Sir? Never heard of it."
"Never heard of Tay Pay? How long have you been in the business?" asked Mark.
"Ever since I was thirteen, and I'm past sixty now."
Mark shook his head and started to walk away, when he saw a copy of the paper nailed up on the outside. "I knew you were mistaken," he said to the woman. "There is the paper I want. See the title: 'Tay Pay,' as large as life."
"Pardon me," said the newswoman. "We call it Tee Pee's Weekly here."
"You do, do you?" cried Mark. "Damned if I ever again try to talk Irish in Ireland."
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Why Mark Was Uncomfortable in the King of Sweden's Presence

WHY MARK WAS UNCOMFORTABLE IN THE KING OF SWEDEN'S PRESENCE
"And how did you like the King of Sweden?" I heard Lord Roberts ask Clemens at the Army and Navy Club, one afternoon.
"Well, frankly, if I must suffer myself to have intercourse with kings, I prefer the Prince of Wales," replied Mark.
Then somebody told a story about the Swedish Majesty's last sojourn in Norway. There, at a railway station, Oscar ran against a crusty old farmer who thought himself a lot better than a mere king and kept his hat on.
"Don't you know enough to bare your head in the presence of the King?" demanded Oscar.
"You bare your head and I'll bare mine," replied the farmer. "My family has been here a great many hundred years longer than yours."
Thereupon Oscar got so enraged he knocked the farmer's hat off with a sweep of his cane and if bystanders hadn't interfered the King would have been pummeled "handsome" then and there.
"I am glad I doffed my hat before Oscar came in," said Mark.
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Why Mark Wouldn't Like to Die Abroad

WHY MARK WOULDN'T LIKE TO DIE ABROAD
Mark Twain cracked so many jokes, I thought I would entertain him a bit myself, and told him about an aunt of mine who, while dying, heard that she was going to lie in state in the green room.
"Not in the green room," said auntie. "I always hated that wall paper. Besides, it's unhealthy."
Twain admitted that was good fun, and regretted not having thought of the green paper himself.
"She must have been a fine old girl," he said, "to stand up for her rights even 'in extremis,' as the doctors call it."
"By the way," he continued, "every time I paddle the Atlantic I say to myself, 'Mark, old boy, don't die on this trip.' For, of course, folks have a foolish notion that one's bones must rest at home. Accordingly, if I died as United States consul in the Kingdom of Sheba—if there be such a place—Washington would have to send a warship to fetch my bones back to America. Again, if I died a plain citizen in London, I would be shipped back in an ordinary liner. But think of it. Before shipping my body, it would have to go into an undertaker's vault, and undertakers' cellars are dark and mildewed, and nasty smelling. By George, I wouldn't like to be in a cellar for a week or two. And afterwards they would ​place the casket in the hold of the ship with other boxes, and the rats come gnawing about, and perhaps the ocean looks in too and gives you a swim. No, it isn't pleasant to die abroad. I want to die at home, in bed and in comfort."
At another time Mark returned to the theme, saying:
"Remember my story about the body in the morgue? They couldn't make out whether the person was dead or merely shamming death, and so they put a bell-rope in the man's hand, and later, when the man awoke from his deathlike sleep and rang the bell, the watchers got so frightened they ran away, and, it being freezing cold, the man died a real death. When they next looked upon him, he was as dead as a doornail. No, as I said before, I want to die at home, without any bell-ropes, or undertakers' cellars, or rats, or bilge water."
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Think of Her Sorrow

THINK OF HER SORROWS
He read to several friends in Vienna what he had written about the murdered Empress Elizabeth. "I know it is full of exaggeration," he admitted. "I did gown her with virtues she never thought of possessing and I have denied all her frailties. As I learn now, she was just an ordinary woman, and her surpassing vanity was the only extraordinary thing about her. But think how much she suffered and think of the man she was married to. Re-read, too, that story about the murdered Rudolph. When Count Something approached her to break the news, she ran to him wringing her hands and cried: 'My Rudy is dead. Oh, my Rudy!' What told this Niobe among royal women that her son had been destroyed—killed in a low debauch? When I reflect how she maintained her self-respect in a life of constant disappointment and tragedy, I think I did well making her out a noble soul."
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Trying to Be Serious Didn't Work

TRYING TO BE SERIOUS DIDN'T WORK
At Brown's, in London, somebody spoke in glowing terms of Raymond's portrayal of Colonel Sellers.
"You needn't praise him for my sake," said Mark. "I did not write the part for an actor like him at all. I wrote it for Edwin Booth. That is, I had Edwin Booth in mind when I did the play. But Raymond was the superior money-maker. He had the masses with him—and I was pressed for funds.
"As a matter of fact, my Colonel Sellers is a portrait study—a take-off on a fine old Southern gentleman. Colonel Mulberry Sellers, whom I knew in life. He had some funny traits about him, but these never counted with me. It was the pathos in his life that got me. And the pathos, relieved by a few funny things, I intended to put upon the stage. Raymond caricatured the part, and I often felt like taking it away from him."
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/What May Happen to You after You Are Dead

WHAT MAY HAPPEN TO YOU AFTER YOU ARE DEAD
With Richard Harding Davis I had covered the coronation of the Czar in Moscow and Mark could never get enough of that trip, asking me a thousand questions about the country and people. But what most interested him was the fact that they had taken Carlyle's Cromwell away from me at the frontier. "You can have it back when you return," said the Russian customs people, but they stuck to my book just the same.
"Maybe they will start a revolution on the strength of Carlyle," said Mark. "I hope they will."
"Talking of Cromwell—I am glad they have no Westminster Abbey in the States. And here is why. This man Cromwell was alternately an anarchist and an autocrat. More powerful than any king, he refused the crown, yet made Parliament accept his imbecile son as his successor. They buried him in Westminster Abbey with all the honors due a king and after two years dragged his body out and beheaded the poor carcass, then stuck the head on a pike, mounted on Parliament House. You say even if we had a Westminster Abbey in America and I was buried there, yet the things that happened to Cromwell could never happen to me. But I don't know about that. When I was in Paris last, somebody offered me a tooth ​out of the head of Turenne, who had been buried two hundred years or more. How did he get that tooth? Why, during the revolution the Jacobins—ancestors of our present-day anarchists—smashed the royal graves at Saint Denis and flung the royal bones to the winds. Turenne happened to have been buried among his peers at the feet of Louis XIV. That is the reason why he was dispossessed. Now comes a commercially inclined Frenchman who had read that Turenne had been blessed with exceptionally fine molars. So he breaks all the teeth out of the dead man's jaws and sells them to the highest bidder. I was told there was only one left and I could have it for 100 francs. But I was more interested in my own teeth than in Turenne's and refused to do business with the antiquarian. However, to have my little joke I said to him, 'If you had the "Henri Quatre" of the 4th Henry I might buy.'
"'The Jacobins plucked that out, too,' he replied, 'but there isn't a hair left for sale nowadays. However, I may locate one or more by diligent hunting and I'll let you know if I succeed.'
"Think of it! Henri Quatre's Henri Quatre torn out by the roots and sold at so much per hair! That mustache and goatee that was next to so many sweet lips—the sweetest in France. I have seen the originals of some of his letters in the Musee de Cluny, Paris, ​and had some of those little masterpieces of grace translated for me."
Mark took out his Paris notebook and read: "'My true heart," he wrote at one time to Diane de Poitiers, 'you have lied. I shall not see you for ten days. It is enough to kill me. I will not tell you how much I care, it would make you too vain, and I think you love me, so with a happy heart I finish.'
"In answer Diane wrote back, 'If I die, have me opened and you will find your image engraved on my heart.'"
# Abroad with Mark Twain and Eugene Field/Those German Professors

THOSE GERMAN PROFESSORS
When Gene Field returned from Hanover, where he had placed his children in school, he was full of the German professors he had met.
I reminded him that Lord Palmerston had called Germany "that damned land of Professors."
"I know the woods are full of them. I have seen them in droves, good, bad and indifferent, but I put my kids with the human kind of professor, and, besides, those youngsters can take care of themselves. I am told of a private tutor who, on applying for a job at a country house, thought his future paymaster as big a brute as himself. Accordingly, while the rich man was drawing up a contract, this tutor fell upon the boys, his future charges, as he thought, and began to thrash them without any cause whatever in the most cruel and barbarous fashion.
"The children's howls brought the father to the scene, who seized the scoundrel by the neck and demanded what he meant by assaulting his boys.
"'Well,' answered the tutor, 'I meant to show them right away that I am master.'
"'And I will show you who is master here,' shouted the father, and gave that tutor the licking of his life. Then he kicked ​him out of doors, and said: 'Now run, for in five minutes I will loose my dogs, and if they catch you, God have mercy upon your soul.'"
# Absalom and Achitophel/Absalom and Achitophel, a Poem

ABSALOM
AND
ACHITOPHEL.
A POEM.
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# A cringing woman's lot is hard

First published in The Collected Letters of Robert E. Howard, vol. 1 (2007), where it appears in a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith, ca. June 1928.
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# A descriptive catalogue of the Warren Anatomical Museum/947

​947. A deep incised wound in the body of the first dorsal vertebra.
From a young man who was stabbed in the middle of the right side of the neck, with a broad and sharp knife. The hemorrhage, which was very copious, was arrested; the common carotid being tied, though it was subsequently found uninjured. After this he rallied well; but on the second clay phlegmonous inflammation came on about the wound, and he died seventy-eight hours after the injury. (Med. Jour. Vol. LXIX. p. 98.) Vertebrae prepared by Dr. H., and dried. 1863.
             Dr. R. M. Hodges.
# A descriptive catalogue of the Warren Anatomical Museum

HARVARD UNIVERSITY
DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE
OF THE
WARREN ANATOMICAL MUSEUM.
BY
J. B. S. JACKSON, M.D.,
CURATOR OF THE MUSEUM; AND SHATTUCK PROFESSOR OF MORBID ANATOMY.
BOSTON:
A. WILLIAMS AND COMPANY.
1870.
    949 - Gage skull
    950 - Gage skull
    951 - Gage skull
    3106 - iron bar that went in Gage skull
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# A descriptive catalogue of the Warren Anatomical Museum/948

​948. The fifth and sixth cervical vertebrae, entirely separated, but not dislocated, and with only a trace of fracture.
From a man who was struck upon his breast, and thrown upon his back, when attempting to get upon the front platform of a horse-railroad car. Lived rather more than three days. Hospital, 97, 62. 1861.
             Dr. George H. Gay.
# All Sorts

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I have called attention to many of these stories in previous years, but now that they are reprinted as a group I must reaffirm my belief that few among the younger English short story writers have such a command of dramatic finality as Miss Wylie. It is true that these stories might have been told with advantage in a more quiet tone.... —Edward J. O'Brien in The Best Short Stories of 1920; and the Yearbook of the American Short Story (1921) {Full review in the Discussion page}
ALL SORTS
MILLS AND BOON'S NEW NOVELS
* THE RED ONE Jack London
* THE MYSTERY OF "GOLDEN LOTUS"Louise Gerard
* THE DEVIL'S CHAPEL Sophie Cole
* THE ROGUE'S PROGRESS Horace W. C. Newte
* THE NATURAL LAW Charles Collins
* THE LADY FROM LONG ACRE Victor Bridges
* BEAUTIFUL END Constance Holme
* BIFFIN AND HIS CIRCLE Harry Graham
* TAKE JOY HOME S. C. Nethersole
* THE EXPERIMENT Horace W. C. Newte
* THE MINX GOES TO THE FRONT
C. N. and A. M. Williamson
* ALL SORTS I. A. R. Wylie
* THE SPLENDID FAIRING Constance Holme
ALL SORTS
BY
I. A. R. WYLIE AUTHOR OF "THE RAJAH'S PEOPLE," "THE DUCHESS IN PURSUIT," ETC
MILLS & BOON, LIMITED 49 RUPERT STREET LONDON, W.
Published 1919
COPYRIGHT IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA BY I. A. R. WYLIE

### CONTENTS

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* Holy Fire 1
* Thirst 21
* John Prettyman's Fourth Dimension 59
* An Episcopal Scherzo 96
* The Bridge Across 136
* "Tinker—Tailor—" 168
* Colonel Tibbit Comes Home 205
* "'Melia, No Good" 236
* A Gift for St. Nicholas 269
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