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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXX Dhira Mata—

CXX
To Mrs. Ole Bull
DARJEELING
the 4th April '98
MY DEAR DHIRA MATA —
I am afraid you are getting roasted down there in the heat of Calcutta. Here it is nice and cool and rather chill when it rains, which it does almost every day. Yesterday the view of the snows was simply superb, and it is the most picturesque city in the world; there is such a mass of colour everywhere, especially in the dress of the Lepchas and Bhutias and the Paharees. Had it not been for the awful, corrugated iron roofs everywhere, it would have been twenty times more picturesque.
My health was not bad in Calcutta; here it is the same — only, the sugar has entirely disappeared, the specific gravity being only 13. I slept very well last night too; but the morning ride up, or climb, of a few miles is proving too much for my adipose tissues. The flannel clothes only made me worse, so I have given them up and have gone to my summer dress and am all right.
I have sent you Sturdy's letter already — poor fellow — I do not know what to do for him. He is really "living in a desert of his own making" — you see, one thing is not good for every one. Marriage has indeed proved a hell for Sturdy. And he can not come, although "he is skirting the coast of India". Lord help the poor boy. May He cut all his bonds and make him free soon. Aye, it is good that he is feeling the bondage — and not "hugging and kissing its spokes of agony".
I gave a little lecture to the Hindus here yesterday, and I told them all their defects purposely and with their permission. I hope it will make them howl.
Miss Müller has taken a bungalow here and she is coming on Wednesday. I do not know whether Miss Noble is coming with her. She [Miss Noble] had better be your guest in Kashmir as according to our plan.
Have you got that place yet or changed [places]? I am going to Kashmir anyway, as I have promised.
I will be here only a few days and then I come to Calcutta, to be there only a week — and [then] I start for the N.W. Of course this is not the time to see anything in the N.W.P.; (North-West Provinces, now Uttar Pradesh.) everything is burning there. Yet that heat is much healthier than that of Bengal.
Ever yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXXIX Miss Macleod

CXXXIX
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
[When Swami Vivekananda sailed from Calcutta, he dispatched the following cablegram.]
[CALCUTTA,
June 21, 1899]
STARTED. WIRE STURDY.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXXVIII Christina

CXXXVIII
To Sister Christine
THE MATH, BELUR,
DIST. HOWRAH, BENGAL, INDIA,
10th May 1899.
MY DEAR CHRISTINA,
I am getting better again. In my mind the whole of my complaint is bad assimilation of food and nervous exhaustion. The first, I am taking care of; the second will completely pass off when I meet you again. The great joy of meeting old, old friends, you know! Cheer up! There is no cause for anxiety. Do not believe a single desponding line I write now, because I am at times not myself. I get so nervous.
I start this summer for Europe anyway, as you say in America. With all love and blessings,
Yours ever in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 9/Letters - Fifth Series/CXXXV Margot

CXXXV
To Sister Nivedita
THE MATH, BELUR,
March 2nd, 1899
MY DEAR MARGOT,
Will you look into your trunks for a Sanskrit book of mine, which was, you know, in your keeping in Kashmir. I do not find it in our library here.
I have been thinking of your friend Miss [Sarala] Ghosal's coming to see the Math on Sunday. The difficulty is here. The ebb tide will be on till 5 p.m. In that case our big boat can go down easily to bring the party up; and going back, if the party starts long before 5 p.m., say 4 p.m., will be all right. To come up will take at least two hours from Baghbazar. If the party starts from Baghbazar — say at 12 a.m. — and reaches the Math at 2 p.m. for lunch and then starts back by 4 p.m., it will be nice.
If you cannot start as early as that, I will advise you to send the carriage to wait at Baranagore on the other side so that our boat can ferry the party over any time they like. The boat journey in that case will only be on coming.
With all love and blessings,
VIVEKANANDA
# The Constitution of the Reformed Dutch Church of North America

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THE
CONSTITUTION
OF THE
REFORMED DUTCH CHURCH
OF
NORTH AMERICA:
WITH AN APPENDIX,
CONTAINING
FORMULARIES FOR THE USE OF THE CHURCHES; TOGETHER WITH THE RULES AND ORDERS FOR THE GOVERNMENT OF THE GENERAL SYNOD.
THE CATECHISM, ARTICLES OF FAITH, CANONS OF THE SYNOD OF DORDRECHT, AND LITURGY.
PHILADELPHIA:
PUBLISHED BY G. W. MENTZ & SON,
No. 53 North Third Street.
1840
Extract from the Minutes of the General Synod, at their Session in June, 1840.
“Resolved, That the publication of the Constitution, by Messrs. Mentz, be under the supervision of the Rev. John Ludlow, D.D. George W. Bethune, D.D., and James B. Hardenbergh, D.D.”
We certify that this Book has been published under our inspection, agreeably to the above order of General Synod.
JOHN LUDLOW, GEO. W. BETHUNE, JAS. B. HARDENBERGH.
* Constitution of the Reformed Dutch Church
    Constitution
    Appendix
    Rules
* Catechism, Articles of Faith, Canons, and Liturgy
    The Catechism
    A Compendium of the Christian Religion
    The Confession of Faith
    Canons
    The Liturgy
    Forms
    Consolation of the Sick
    The Nicene Creed
    The Athanasian Creed
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 Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (8)

Current Topics.
* Masaryk among Russian professors
* The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Doings of the National Alliance
* Three brothers in three armies
* New Books
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (4)

Current Topics
* What the Alliance is doing
* Bring back the Kaiser’s mustaches
* New York papers speak plainly
* Information about Bohemia
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (5)

Current Topics
* With the Bohemian National Alliance
* America taking notice of the Bohemians
* Resolutions for Bohemian independence
* Appeal of Bohemian pastors
* A real Czech army
* To new subscribers
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (7)

Current Topics.
* Bohemian Catholics co-operate
* President Judson’s message
* Bohemia in the American press
* New Books
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (6)

Current Topics.
* The work of the Alliance
* Bohemia in the American press
* Russian sailors entertained
* John Huss anniversary
* First Czech soldiers from US in Europe
* New English pamphlets
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Current Topics (9)

Current Topics.
* With the Bohemian National Alliance
* Carnegie Hall Meeting
* Czech soldiers in Russia
* Catholic Bohemians at work
* Situation in the old country
* The Bohemian Voice
* From the Protestant camp
* Bohemian cause in magazines
* Miscellaneous
# The Czechoslovak Review/Volume 1/Czech Soldiers in French Army

CZECH SOLDIERS IN FRENCH ARMY
Bohemians in France are few, compared to the hundreds of thousands that migrated to the United States, but their military record in the great European war is enviable.
At the outbreak of the war six hundred Czechs, subjects of Austria, volunteered for service in the French army for the duration of the war. Of these about four hundred came from Paris, one hundred and fifty from the provinces and some fifty came from London, where at that time they were not wanted in the English army.
They saw some real fighting. As far as the Bohemian National Alliance in Paris can ascertain, two fell at Charleroi, two in the battles of Champagne and two at Frise. In Artois, March 9, 1915, Czech soldiers covered themselves with glory. The Bohemian company of the first regiment of the Foreign Legion attacked the German trenches and forty-two boys fell around the red standard with the silver lion of Bohemia. The next losses occurred at Souchez, June 15, where eight more gave up their lives for France and Bohemia. The September fights in Champagne cost five more lives, and fourteen fell in Picardy. In addition to that four Czech volunteers of the French army were killed with the Saloniki expedition near Monastir, and one fell in Morocco.
The total losses are 80 dead, 30 permanently invalided and over 100 recovering from wounds. Decorations bestowed upon Czech volunteers are as follows: Military cross 50, military medal 11, St. George medal 20, St. George cross 3. The status to-day of the men who volunteered two and a half years ago is of some interest. On the French front 126, in the hospitals 31, aeroplane pilots 6, in Saloniki 26, in Morocco 75 with the first regiment and 77 with the second regiment of the Foreign Legion, interpreters with the French army 26, total 370. In addition to that 11 of the original volunteers were sent to munition factories.
The Czech volunteers form a very small fraction of the great French army, but what counts is that they make up fully forty percent of the Bohemian immigrants in France.
This work was published before January 1, 1929 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 95 years or less since publication.
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# The Corsair (Byron)

* The Corsair (1814).
* The Corsair from The Works of Lord Byron (1904).
# The Corsair (Byron, 1814)

THE CORSAIR,
A TALE.
BY LORD BYRON.
"——I suoi pensieri in lui dormir non ponno." Tasso, Canto decimo, Gerusalemme Liberata.
SEVENTH EDITION.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET;
By Thomas Davison, Whitefriars.
1814.
* Dedication
* CANTO I
* CANTO II
* CANTO III
* NOTES
* POEMS
    To a Lady Weeping
    From the Turkish
    Sonnet (1)
    Sonnet (2)
    Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
    Farewell
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 Corsair

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* The Corsair, a poem by George Gordon Byron.
* The Corsair, a case before the Supreme Court of the United States (1892).
# The Chinese Empire

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* The Chinese Empire: A General & Missionary Survey (1907)
# The Chinese Empire. A General & Missionary Survey

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THE CHINESE EMPIRE
A GENERAL & MISSIONARY SURVEY
WITH PORTRAITS AND ILLUSTRATIONS
Edited by MARSHALL BROOMHALL, B.A. Editorial Secretary, China Inland Mission
With Preface by The Right Hon. Sir ERNEST SATOW, G.C.M.G. H.M. Minister at Peking 1900–1906
LONDON: MORGAN & SCOTT 12 PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E.C. CHINA INLAND MISSION, NEWINGTON GREEN, LONDON, N. PHILADELPHIA, TORONTO, MELBOURNE
CONTENTS
PAGE
By the Rt. Hon. Sir Ernest Satow, G.C.M.G.
By the Editor. Geography; Early Nestorian Missions; First Roman Catholic effort; second Roman Catholic effort. Protestant Missions: Period of Preparation, 1807-1842; Period of the Ports, 1842-1860; Period of Penetration, 1860-1877; Period of Progress, Persecution, and Prosperity, 1878-1907.
By the Rev. J. Campbell Gibson, M.A., D.D. English Presbyterian Mission. Arrived in China 1874.
By the Rev. Llewellyn Lloyd, Church Missionary Society. Arrived in China 1876.
By the Rev. Thomas Barclay, M.A., English Presbyterian Mission. Arrived in China 1874.
By the Ven. Archdeacon A. E. Moule, B.D., Church Missionary Society. Arrived in China 1861.
By Rev. John Darroch, Translator for Shansi Imperial University. Arrived in China 1887.
By Mr. C. F. Hogg. Arrived in China 1884.
By the Rev. Thomas Bryson, London Missionary Society. Arrived in China 1866.
By the Rev. Arnold Foster, B.A., London Missionary Society. Arrived in China 1871.
By Mr. Archibald Orr-Ewing, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1886.
By the Rev. J. J. Coulthard, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1879.
By G. Whitfield Guinness, B.A., M.B., China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1897.
By Mr. A. H. Harris, late Acting Commissioner of Customs, Changsha. Arrived in China 1883.
By the Editor. In China 1890-1899.
By the Editor. In China 1890-1899.
By Mr. Albert Lutley, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1887.
By Mr. Joshua Vale, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1887.
By the Rev. John M'Carthy, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1867.
By the Rev. Samuel Clarke, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1878.
By the Rev. Louis Byrde, B.A., Church Missionary Society. Arrived in China 1898.
By Mr. George Hunter, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1889.
By the Rev. J. W. Inglis, M.A., United Free Church of Scotland. Arrived in Manchuria in 1890.
By Mr. Cecil Polhill, China Inland Mission. Arrived in China 1885.
By the Editor. And supplementary section on work for the Mongols at Kalgan, by Rev. J. H. Roberts, American Board of C.F.M. Arrived in China 1877.
By the Editor; based on material supplied by the British and Foreign Bible Society.
APPENDICES—
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Call

​ THE CALL
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, because you called to me.
I broke the Night's primeval bars, I dared the old abysmal curse, And flashed through ranks of frightened stars Suddenly on the universe!
The eternal silences were broken; Hell became Heaven as I passed.— What shall I give you as a token, A sign that we have met, at last?
I'll break and forge the stars anew, Shatter the heavens with a song; Immortal in my love for you, Because I love you, very strong.
Your mouth shall mock the old and wise, Your laugh shall fill the world with flame, I'll write upon the shrinking skies The scarlet splendour of your name,
​Till Heaven cracks, and Hell thereunder Dies in her ultimate mad fire, And darkness falls, with scornful thunder, On dreams of men and men's desire.
Then only in the empty spaces, Death, walking very silently, Shall fear the glory of our faces Through all the dark infinity.
So, clothed about with perfect love, The eternal end shall find us one, Alone above the Night, above The dust of the dead gods, alone.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Goddess in the Wood

​ THE GODDESS IN THE WOOD
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the gold of trees and sun Rang out; and held; and died. . . . She thought the wood Grew quieter. Wing, and leaf, and pool of light Forgot to dance. Dumb lay the unfailing stream; Life one eternal instant rose in dream Clear out of time, poised on a golden height. . . .
Till a swift terror broke the abrupt hour. The gold waves purled amidst the green above her; And a bird sang. With one sharp-taken breath, By sunlit branches and unshaken flower, The immortal limbs flashed to the human lover, And the immortal eyes to look on death.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Charm

​ THE CHARM
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now to know you sleep! Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone, Out of the slow grim fight, One thought to wing—to you, asleep, In some cool room that's open to the night Lying half-forward, breathing quietly, One white hand on the white Unrumpled sheet, and the ever-moving hair Quiet and still at length! . . .
Your magic and your beauty and your strength, Like hills at noon or sunlight on a tree, Sleeping prevail in earth and air.
In the sweet gloom above the brown and white Night benedictions hover; and the winds of night Move gently round the room, and watch you there. And through the dreadful hours The trees and waters and the hills have kept The sacred vigil while you slept, And lay a way of dew and flowers Where your feet, your morning feet, shall tread.
​And still the darkness ebbs about your bed. Quiet, and strange, and loving-kind, you sleep. And holy joy about the earth is shed; And holiness upon the deep.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Dead ("Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!")

​ III. THE DEAD
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Hill

​ THE HILL
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I, —"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"
"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here. Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said; "We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!" . . . Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say. —And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Chilterns

​ THE CHILTERNS
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness —Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or a bit less. It wasn't a success.
Thank God, that's done! and I'll take the road, Quit of my youth and you, The Roman road to Wendover By Tring and Lilley Hoo, As a free man may do.
For youth goes over, the joys that fly, The tears that follow fast; And the dirtiest things we do must lie Forgotten at the last; Even Love goes past.
What's left behind I shall not find, The splendour and the pain; The splash of sun, the shouting wind, And the brave sting of rain, I may not meet again.
But the years, that take the best away, Give something in the end; And a better friend than love have they, For none to mar or mend, That have themselves to friend.
​I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fires.
White mist about the black hedgerows, The slumbering Midland plain, The silence where the clover grows, And the dead leaves in the lane, Certainly, these remain.
And I shall find some girl perhaps, And a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, And lips as soft, but true. And I daresay she will do.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Dead ("These hearts were woven of human joys and cares")

​ IV. THE DEAD
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, And sunset, and the colours of the earth. These had seen movement, and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after, Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.
# The Collected poems of Rupert Brooke/The Fish

​ THE FISH
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all his universe to feel And know and be; the clinging stream Closes his memory, glooms his dream, Who lips the roots o' the shore, and glides Superb on unreturning tides. Those silent waters weave for him A fluctuant mutable world and dim, Where wavering masses bulge and gape Mysterious, and shape to shape Dies momently through whorl and hollow, And form and line and solid follow Solid and line and form to dream Fantastic down the eternal stream; An obscure world, a shifting world, Bulbous, or pulled to thin, or curled, Or serpentine, or driving arrows, Or serene slidings, or March narrows. There slipping wave and shore are one, And weed and mud. No ray of sun, But glow to glow fades down the deep (As dream to unknown dream in sleep); Shaken translucency illumes The hyaline of drifting glooms; ​The strange soft-handed depth subdues Drowned colour there, but black to hues, As death to living, decomposes— Red darkness of the heart of roses, Blue brilliant from dead starless skies, And gold that lies behind the eyes, The unknown unnameable sightless white That is the essential flame of night, Lustreless purple, hooded green, The myriad hues that He between Darkness and darkness! . . .
And all's one. Gentle, embracing, quiet, dun, The world he rests in, world he knows, Perpetual curving. Only—grows An eddy in that ordered falling, A knowledge from the gloom, a calling Weed in the wave, gleam in the mud— The dark fire leaps along his blood; Dateless and deathless, blind and still, The intricate impulse works its will; His woven world drops back; and he, Sans providence, sans memory, Unconscious and directly driven, Fades to some dank sufficient heaven.
O world of lips, O world of laughter, Where hope is fleet and thought flies after, Of lights in the clear night, of cries ​That drift along the wave and rise Thin to the glittering stars above, You know the hands, the eyes of love! The strife of limbs, the sightless clinging, The infinite distance, and the singing Blown by the wind, a flame of sound, The gleam, the flowers, and vast around The horizon, and the heights above— You know the sigh, the song of love!
But there the night is close, and there Darkness is cold and strange and bare; And the secret deeps are whisperless; And rhythm is all deliciousness; And joy is in the throbbing tide, Whose intricate fingers beat and glide In felt bewildering harmonies Of trembling touch; and music is The exquisite knocking of the blood. Space is no more, under the mud; His bliss is older than the sun. Silent and straight the waters run. The lights, the cries, the willows dim, And the dark tide are one with him.