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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Marie St. John to Jonathan Swift - 1

Translation of letter to English: From Marie St. John to Jonathan Swift - 1 (Translation)
FROM LADY BOLINGBROKE.
DE DAWLEY, CE PREMIER FEVRIER, 1726-7.
ON m'a dit, monsieur, que vous vous plaignez de n'avoir point recû de mes lettres. Vous avez tort: je vous traite commes les divinités, qui tiennent conte aux hommes de leurs intentions. II y a dix ans, que j'ai celle de vous écrire; avant que d'avoir l'honneur de vous connoître, l'idée que je me faisois de votre gravité, me retenoit: depuis que j'ai eu celui de voir votre révérence, je ne me suis pas trouvée assez d'imagination pour l'hazarder. Un certain M. de Gulliver avoit un peu remis en mouvement cette pauvre imagination ci éteint par l'air de Londres, & par des conversations dont je n'entend que le bruit. Je voulus me saisir de ce moment pour vous écrire mais je tombai malade, & je l'ai toujours été depuis trois mois. Je profite donc, monsieur, du premier retour de ma santé pour vous remercier de vos reproches, dont je suis très flattée, & pour vous dire un mot de mon ami M. Gulliver. J'apprends avec une grand satisfaction, qu'il vient d'être traduit en François, & comme mon séjour en Angleterre a beaucoup redoublé mon amitié pour mon pays & pour mes compatriotes, je suis ravi qu'ils puissent ​participer au plaisir que m'a fait ce bon monsieur, & profiter de ses découvertes. Je ne désespére pas même que 12 vaisseaux que la France vient d'armer ne puissent être destinés à une embassade chez messieurs les Houyhnhnms. En ce cas je vous proposerai, que nous fassions ce voyage. En attendant je sai bon gré à un ouvrier de votre nation, qui pour instruire les dames (lesquelles comme vous savez, monsieur, font ici un grand usage de leurs éventails) en a fait faire, ou toutes les aventures de notre véridique voyageur sont dépeintes. Vous jugez bien quelle part il va avoir dans leur conversation. Cela fera à la vérité beaucoup de tort à la pluie & au beautems, qui en remplissoient une partie, & en mon particulier je sera privée des very cold et very warm, qui sont les seuls mots que j'entends. Je conte de vous envoyer de ces éventails par un de vos amis. Vous vous en ferez un mérite avec les dames d'Irlande, si tant est que vous en ayez besoin; ce que je ne crois pas, du moins si elles pensent comme les Françoises. Le seigneur de Dawley, Mr. Pope, & moi sommes ici occupés à boire, manger, dormir, ou ne rien faire, priant Dieu qu'ainsi soit de vous. Revenez ce printems nous revoir, monsieur; j'attend votre retour avec impatience pour tuer le boeuf le plus pesant, & le cochon le plus gras, qui soit dans ma ferme: l'un & l'autre seront servis en entier sur la table de votre révérence, crainte que mon cuisinier n'use aucun déguisement. Vous brillerez parmi nous du moins autant que parmi vos chanoines, & nous ne serons pas moins empressés à vous plaire. Je le disputerai à tout autre, étant plus que personne du monde votre très humble & très obeissante servante.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From M. Adelmar Cæsar to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MRS. CÆSAR.
AUG. 6, 1732.
PERMIT me to congratulate you upon the return of Mrs. Barber, with thanks for pleasures enjoyed in her company; for had she not come recommended by the dean of St. Patrick's, likely I had passed her by unheeded, being apt to follow a good author, in shunning those of my own coat. But hold; I must look if it runs not from corner to corner, which I more fear than length. For Pope says, Though sometimes he finds too many letters in my words, never too many words in my letters. So with Mr. Cæsar's, and my best wishes, thou worthy, witty, honest dean, adieu.
M. ADELMAR CÆSAR.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Martha Sharp to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM LADY JOHNSON.
[MARCH 30, 1729.]
TO THE REV$^D$ THE DEAN OF ST. PaTricks.
hon$^D$ s$^R$
I AM a Huckster and Lives in Strand Street & has Dealings with Several familys, a saterday Night a Case of Instruments was sent me in pawn by a Certain person in Marys Street, for two Rowls a print of Butter four Herrings and three Nagins of strong Watters, My foster brother who ply's about that End of the town tells Me, he wanst saw it in your hand, fearing Hawkins's whip I send it to ​you, and will take an Other Course to gett My Money, so I Remain your Hon$^{rs}$
Humble Sarv$^t$ to Command
* ↑ Thus endorsed by Dr. Swift; "The best letter I ever read."
* ↑ It is not unlikely this was a present of a case of instruments from lady Johnson to the doctor.
* ↑ Hawkins was keeper of Newgate.
# The roamer and other poems/The Roamer

THE ROAMER

## Books

* Book I
* Book II
* Book III
* Book IV
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On the Eyes of Miss A—— H——

ON THE EYES OF MISS A—— H——
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun, From it such Beams of Beauty fall; And this can be denied by none, For like the Sun, it shines on All.
Then do not admiration smother, Or say these glances don't become her; To you, or I, or any other Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.
January 14, 1807.
* ↑ [Miss Anne Houson. From an autograph MS. at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
* ↑ [Compare, for the same simile, the lines "To Edward Noel Long, Esq.," p. 187, ante.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On Finding a Fan

ON FINDING A FAN.
1.
In one who felt as once he felt, This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame; But now his heart no more will melt, Because that heart is not the same.
2.
As when the ebbing flames are low, The aid which once improved their light, And bade them burn with fiercer glow, Now quenches all their blaze in night.
3.
Thus has it been with Passion's fires— As many a boy and girl remembers— While every hope of love expires, Extinguish'd with the dying embers.
4.
The first, though not a spark survive, Some careful hand may teach to burn; The last, alas! can ne'er survive; No touch can bid its warmth return.
5.
Or, if it chance to wake again, Not always doom'd its heat to smother, It sheds (so wayward fates ordain) Its former warmth around another.
1807. [First published, 1832.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School

ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Where are those honours, Ida! once your own, When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place, ​So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate, And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate. Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul, Pomposus holds you in his harsh controul; Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd, With florid jargon, and with vain parade; With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules, (Such as were ne'er before enforc'd in schools.) Mistaking pedantry for learning's laws, He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause; With him the same dire fate, attending Rome, Ill-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom; Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame, No trace of science left you, but the name.
Harrow, July, 1805.
* ↑ [In March, 1805, Dr. Drury, the Probus of the piece, retired from the Head-mastership of Harrow School, and was succeeded by Dr. Butler, the Pomposus. "Dr. Drury," said Byron, in one of his note-books, "was the best, the kindest (and yet strict, too) friend I ever had; and I look upon him still as a father." Out of affection to his late preceptor, Byron advocated the election of Mark Drury to the vacant post, and hence his dislike of the successful candidate. He was reconciled to Dr. Butler before departing for Greece, in 1809, and in his diary he says, "I treated him rebelliously, and have been sorry ever since." (See allusions in and notes to "Childish Recollections," pp. 84-106, and especially note 1, p. 88, notes 1 and 2, p. 89, and note 1, p. 91.)]
* ↑ —— but of a narrower soul.—[4to]
* ↑ Such as were ne'er before beheld in schools.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Lines written in "Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman, by J. J. Rousseau: Founded on Facts"

LINES
WRITTEN IN "LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN AND AN ENGLISH GENTLEMAN, BY J. J. ROUSSEAU: FOUNDED ON FACTS."
"Away, away,—your flattering arts May now betray some simpler hearts; And you will smile at their believing, And they shall weep at your deceiving."
ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING, ADDRESSED TO MISS ——.
Dear simple girl, those flattering arts, (From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts,) ​ Exist but in imagination, Mere phantoms of thine own creation; For he who views that witching grace, That perfect form, that lovely face, With eyes admiring, oh! believe me, He never wishes to deceive thee: Once in thy polish'd mirror glance Thou'lt there descry that elegance Which from our sex demands such praises, But envy in the other raises.— Then he who tells thee of thy beauty, Believe me, only does his duty: Ah! fly not from the candid youth; It is not flattery,—'tis truth.
July, 1804.
* ↑ [A second edition of this work, of which the title is, Letters, etc., translated from the French of Jean Jacques Rousseau, was published in London, in 1784. It is, probably, a literary forgery.]
* ↑ Answer to the above.—[4to]
* ↑ From which you'd.—[4to]
* ↑ Mere phantoms of your own creation; For he who sees.—[4to]
* ↑ Once let you at your mirror glance You'll there descry that elegance.—[4to]
* ↑ Then he who tells you of your beauty.—[4to]
* ↑ It is not flattery, but truth.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Love's Last Adieu

LOVE'S LAST ADIEU.
Ἀεὶ δ' ἀεί με φεύγει.—[Pseud.] Anacreon, [Εἰς χρυσὸν].
1.
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the leaves with unmerciful knife, Or prunes them for ever, in Love's last adieu!
2.
In vain, with endearments, we soothe the sad heart, In vain do we vow for an age to be true; The chance of an hour may command us to part, Or Death disunite us, in Love's last adieu!
3.
Still Hope, breathing peace, through the grief-swollen breast, Will whisper, "Our meeting we yet may renew:" With this dream of deceit, half our sorrow's represt Nor taste we the poison, of Love's last adieu!
4.
Oh! mark you yon pair, in the sunshine of youth, Love twin'd round their childhood his flow'rs as they grew; They flourish awhile, in the season of truth, Till chill'd by the winter of Love's last adieu!
5.
Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way, Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue? Yet why do I ask?—to distraction a prey, Thy reason has perish'd, with Love's last adieu!
6.
Oh! who is yon Misanthrope, shunning mankind? From cities to caves of the forest he flew: ​There, raving, he howls his complaint to the wind; The mountains reverberate Love's last adieu!
7.
Now Hate rules a heart which in Love's easy chains, Once Passion's tumultuous blandishments knew; Despair now inflames the dark tide of his veins, He ponders, in frenzy, on Love's last adieu!
8.
How he envies the wretch, with a soul wrapt in steel! His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few, Who laughs at the pang that he never can feel, And dreads not the anguish of Love's last adieu!
9.
Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o'ercast; No more, with Love's former devotion, we sue: He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast; The shroud of affection is Love's last adieu!
10.
In this life of probation, for rapture divine, Astrea declares that some penance is due; From him, who has worshipp'd at Love's gentle shrine, The atonement is ample, in Love's last adieu!
11.
Who kneels to the God, on his altar of light Must myrtle and cypress alternately strew: His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight, His cypress, the garland of Love's last adieu!
* ↑ Still, hope-beaming peace.—[P. on V. Occasions.]
* ↑ The Goddess of Justice.
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On the Death of a Young Lady

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, COUSIN TO THE AUTHOR, AND VERY DEAR TO HIM.
1.
Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom, Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return to view my Margaret's tomb, And scatter flowers on the dust I love.
2.
Within this narrow cell reclines her clay, That clay, where once such animation beam'd; The King of Terrors seiz'd her as his prey; Not worth, nor beauty, have her life redeem'd.
3.
Oh! could that King of Terrors pity feel, Or Heaven reverse the dread decree of fate, Not here the mourner would his grief reveal, Not here the Muse her virtues would relate.
4.
But wherefore weep? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day; And weeping angels lead her to those bowers, Where endless pleasures virtuous deeds repay.
5.
And shall presumptuous mortals Heaven arraign! And, madly, Godlike Providence accuse! Ah! no, far fly from me attempts so vain;— I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse.
6.
Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear, Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face; Still they call forth my warm affection's tear, Still in my heart retain their wonted place.
1802.
* ↑ The author claims the indulgence of the reader more for this piece than, perhaps, any other in the collection; but as it was written at an earlier period than the rest (being composed at the age of fourteen), and his first essay, he preferred submitting it to the indulgence of his friends in its present state, to making either addition or alteration.—[4to] ["My first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. It was the ebullition of a passion for my first cousin, Margaret Parker (daughter and granddaughter of the two Admirals Parker), one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings. I have long forgotten the verse; but it would be difficult for me to forget her—her dark eyes—her long eye-lashes—her completely Greek cast of face and figure! I was then about twelve—she rather older, perhaps a year. She died about a year or two afterwards, in consequence of a fall, which injured her spine, and induced consumption. . . . I knew nothing of her illness, being at Harrow and in the country till she was gone. Some years after, I made an attempt at an elegy—a very dull one."—Byron Diary, 1821; Life, p. 17.] [Margaret Parker was the sister of Sir Peter Parker, whose death at Baltimore, in 1814, Byron celebrated in the "Elegiac Stanzas," which were first published in the poems attached to the seventh edition of Childe Harold.]
* ↑ Such sorrow brings me honour, not disgrace.—[4to]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On Revisiting Harrow

ON REVISITING HARROW.
1.
Here once engaged the stranger's view Young Friendship's record simply trac'd; Few were her words,—but yet, though few, Resentment's hand the line defac'd.
2.
Deeply she cut—but not eras'd— The characters were still so plain, That Friendship once return'd, and gaz'd,— Till Memory hail'd the words again.
3.
Repentance plac'd them as before; Forgiveness join'd her gentle name; So fair the inscription seem'd once more, That Friendship thought it still the same.
4.
Thus might the Record now have been; But, ah, in spite of Hope's endeavour, Or Friendship's tears, Pride rush'd between, And blotted out the line for ever.
September, 1807. [First published in Moore's Life and Letters, etc., 1830, i. 102.]
# The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/On the Death of Mr. Fox

ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX,
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN THE "MORNING POST."
"Our Nation's foes lament on Fox's death, But bless the hour, when Pitt resign'd his breath: These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue, We give the palm, where Justice points its due."
TO WHICH THE AUTHOR OF THESE PIECES SENT THE FOLLOWING REPLY FOR INSERTION IN THE "MORNING CHRONICLE."
Oh, factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth Would mangle, still, the dead, perverting truth; What, though our "nation's foes" lament the fate, With generous feeling, of the good and great; Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the name Of him, whose meed exists in endless fame? When Pitt expir'd in plenitude of power, Though ill success obscur'd his dying hour, ​Pity her dewy wings before him spread, For noble spirits "war not with the dead:" His friends in tears, a last sad requiem gave, As all his errors slumber'd in the grave; He sunk, an Atlas bending 'neath the weight Of cares o'erwhelming our conflicting state. When, lo! a Hercules, in Fox, appear'd, Who for a time the ruin'd fabric rear'd: He, too, is fall'n, who Britain's loss supplied, With him, our fast reviving hopes have died; Not one great people, only, raise his urn, All Europe's far-extended regions mourn. "These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue, To give the palm where Justice points its due;" Yet, let not canker'd Calumny assail, Or round her statesman wind her gloomy veil. Fox! o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep, Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep; For whom, at last, e'en hostile nations groan, While friends and foes, alike, his talents own.— ​Fox! shall, in Britain's future annals, shine, Nor e'en to Pitt, the patriot's palm resign; Which Envy, wearing Candour's sacred mask, For Pitt, and Pitt alone, has dar'd to ask.
[Southwell, Oct., 1806.]
* ↑ [The stanza on the death of Fox appeared in the Morning Post, September 26, 1806.]
* ↑ The subjoined Reply.—[4to]
* ↑ Would mangle, still, the dead, in spite of truth.—[4to]
* ↑ Shall, therefore, dastard tongues assail the name Of him, whose virtues claim eternal fame?—[4to]
* ↑ And all his errors.—[4to]
* ↑ He died, an Atlas betiding 'neath the weight Of cares oppressing our unhappy state. But lo! another Hercules appeared.—[4to]
* ↑ He too is dead who still our England propp'd With him our fast reviving hopes have dropp'd.—[4to]
* ↑ And give the palm.—[4to]
* ↑ But let not canker'd Calumny assail And round.—[4to]
* ↑ And friends and foes.—[4to]
* ↑ —— would dare to ask.—[4to]
* ↑ [This MS. is preserved at Newstead.]
# The World Significance of the Russian Revolution

Anti-Semitic pamphlet with a preface by the Nietzsche scholar Oscar Levy. Excerpted by Henry Ford in The Dearborn Independent
The World Significance of the Russian Revolution
By GEORGE PITT-RIVERS (Author of "Conscience and Fanaticism")
With Preface by Dr. OSCAR LEVY, (Author of "The Revival of Aristocracy," etc.)
Oxford: BASIL BLACKWELL,
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The hours should be instructed by the ages, and the ages explained by the hours.—Emerson.
The surest way to prevent Seditions is to take away the Matter of them. For if there be Fuel prepared, it is hard to tell, whence the Spark shall come, that shall set it on Fire.—Bacon.
Every time I have heard rebel and foaming devils speak, I have found them bitter and shallow liars.
Ye understand how to roar and obscure with ashes! Ye are the best braggarts and the most gifted in the art of making dregs boil.—Nietzsche.
Against whom do ye sport yourselves? against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood, enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree?—Isaiah, LVII. 4.
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THE WORLD SIGNIFICANCE OF THE RUSSIAN REVOLUTION.
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# The World Significance of the Russian Revolution/End Matter

Note.
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The author will, however, be very glad to receive comments and criticism (addressed to him c/o The Publisher), or to answer questions, where he can do so without betraying confidences, on the subject of this pamphlet.
June, 1920.
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# The comical stories of Thrummy Cap and the Ghaist (NLS104185773)

the
COMICAL STORIES
of
THRUMMY CAP
and
THE GHAIST.
Margaret and the Minister.
soda water.
GLASGOW:
printed for the booksellers.
* Thrummy Cap
* The Comic Tale of Margaret and the Minister
* Soda Water
* Scarcity of Asses
* Blind Fou
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# The comical stories of Thrummy Cap and the Ghaist/The Water Drinker

THE WATER DRINKER.
A bonnet-laird in the vicinity of Glasgow, who was given to indulge too freely in ardent spirits, come at last to the resolution of eschewing the evil, by becoming a member of the Temperance Society. With this purpose he went to Glasgow, and inquired of a friend where he should enrol his name. 'I'm just resolved,' he said, to drap the whisky a'thegither, and tak naething stronger than water.' The friend, who was a wag, informed him that there wore several Temperance Societies in town, but the chief one, and the one which he would advise him to enter, was The Glasgow Water Company. Being directed to the office of that Company, the following dialogue took place:
'I wish, gentlemen, to become a member of your society.'
You wish to take a share in our company?'
'Deed do I, sirs; for I think there's naething like water after a'.'
'To be sure, it is essential to life. The gentleman who disposes of shares will be here presently if yon can wait.'
'Oh, I can wait brawly. And is there mony now in Glasgow friendly to your Society!'
'Why, we have to fight against a good deal of opposition, as you may have heard.'
'That's a pity. It wad save mony a nair head
​and sair heart if the folk o' the town were a' of your mind.'
'Yes, but that is scarcely to be looked for.'
Na, na - sae lang as puir human nature is what it is. But tell me, gentlemen, in real earn does none o' yo ever taste whisky!'
(A laugh) 'Why, there's no denying, we ma take a glass like our neighbours at times.'
'Ay, I jaloused as much from your looks. And were ye just desperately gi'en to the dram before you cam' here?'
'What do you mean, you old quiz? - There comes the gentleman with whom you have to deal.'
Weel, sir, I was wanting to enrol myself in your company.'
'You wish a share, sir? The price per share is £85 at present.'
'Eighty-five pounds for entering a water society! D'ye tak me for an idiot?
'It is not a farthing lower, and has not been this twelve month.'
'Gae wa'— gae wa' sir! Eighty-five pounds for drinking water! If that's the case, I'll stick by the speerit trade yet.'
FINIS.
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