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# The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin/Section Thirty Six
## Section Thirty Six

It was about this time that I conceiv’d the bold and arduous Project of arriving at moral Perfection. I wish’d to live without committing any Fault at any time; I would conquer all that either Natural Inclination, Custom, or Company might lead me into. As I knew, or thought I knew, what was right and wrong, I did not see why I might not always do the one and avoid the other. But I soon found I had undertaken a Task of more Difficulty than I had imagined. While my Attention was taken up in guarding against one Fault, I was often surpris’d by another. Habit took the Advantage of Inattention. Inclination was sometimes too strong for Reason. I concluded at length, that the mere speculative Conviction that it was our Interest to be completely virtuous, was not sufficient to prevent our Slipping, and that the contrary Habits must be broken and good ones acquired and established, before we can have any Dependence on a steady uniform Rectitude of Conduct. For this purpose I therefore contriv’d the following Method.
In the various Enumerations of the moral Virtues I had met with in my Reading, I found the Catalogue more or less numerous, as different Writers included more or fewer Ideas under the same Name. Temperance, for Example, was by some confin’d to Eating & Drinking, while by others it was extended to mean the moderating every other Pleasure, Appetite, Inclination or Passion, bodily or mental, even to our Avarice & Ambition. I propos’d to myself, for the sake of Clearness, to use rather more Names with fewer Ideas annex’d to each, than a few Names with more Ideas; and I included under Thirteen Names of Virtues all that at that time occurr’d to me as necessary or desirable, and annex’d to each a short Precept, which fully express’d the Extent I gave to its Meaning.
These Names of Virtues with their Precepts were
1. Temperance. Eat not to Dullness Drink not to Elevation.
2. Silence. Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself. Avoid trifling Conversation.
3. Order. Let all your Things have their Places. Let each Part of your Business have its Time.
4. Resolution. Resolve to perform what you ought. Perform without fail what you resolve.
5. Frugality. Make no Expense but to do good to others or yourself: i.e. Waste nothing.
6. Industry. Lose no Time. Be always employ’d in something useful. Cut off all unnecessary Actions.
7. Sincerity.
Use no hurtful Deceit. Think innocently and justly; and, if you speak, speak accordingly.
8. Justice. Wrong none, by doing Injuries or omitting the Benefits that are your Duty.
9. Moderation. Avoid Extremes. Forbear resenting Injuries so much as you think they deserve.
10. Cleanliness. Tolerate no Uncleanness in Body, Clothes or Habitation.
11. Tranquillity. Be not disturbed at Trifles, or at Accidents common or unavoidable.
12. Chastity. Rarely use Venery but for Health or Offspring; Never to Dullness, Weakness, or the Injury of your own or another’s Peace or Reputation.
13. Humility. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
# The Autobiography of Countess Sophie Tolstoi/Preface

PREFACE
By Vasilii Spridonov
The manuscript of the autobiography of Sophie Andreevna Tolstoi exists among the documents of the late director of the Russian Book Chamber, Professor Semen Afanasevich Vengerov, which, in accordance with the will of the deceased, have been handed over to the Book Chamber. The Book Chamber is now in the Petrograd Institute of Librarians and the documents form a special section in the Institute under the title: "The Archives of S. A. Vengerov."
The history of the manuscript is as follows:— At the end of July, 1913, S. A. Vengerov sent a letter to S. A. Tolstoi asking her to write and send him her autobiography, which he proposed to publish. We do not know the details of S. A. Vengerov's letter, but from the replies of S. A. Tolstoi which are printed below we may conclude that the late Vengerov enclosed in his letter to S. A. Tolstoi a questionnaire, and that, besides the usual questions which he was accustomed to ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/14 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/15 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/16 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/17 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/18 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/19 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/20 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/21 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/22 ​Page:Autobiography of Sophie Tolstoi.djvu/23 ​was in every one's eyes and ears, caught up by the newspapers and spread over the whole world, recorded in diaries and reminiscences as material for future judgment upon her. Forty-eight years is a long road. Many unnecessary words were spoken in that time, many incautious movements made. And for everything she will be made to answer before the court of mankind. S. A. T. knew this, and with an anxious heart she prepared herself for the judgment. The Autobiography and L. N. Tolstoi's Letters to his Wife are the last words of the accused. We should listen to them carefully and with attention, weighing every word. If S. A. T. bears a responsibility before all mankind, each of us before our conscience has a responsibility for whatever verdict we may pass upon her. We must judge sternly, but justly.
S. A. T.'s wish has been carried out. In the autobiography printed below two new chapters are substituted for the first half of Chapter III. in the original draft, and an independent Chapter V. has been made out of the last half of the original third chapter. Passages cut out of this third chapter are given in note 20.
Our notes are given at the end of the autobiography.
Vasilii Spiridonov.
# The Autobiography of Countess Sophie Tolstoi/Appendix I

APPENDIX I
semen afanasevich vengerov
S. A. Vengerov was born April 5, 1855, and died September 14, 1920. On leaving his public school in 1872, he entered the Academy of Medicine and Surgery in Petersburg and took the general course in natural science. He then changed to the Faculty of Law in the Petersburg University and graduated in 1879. A year later he graduated in the Historical and Philological Faculty in the Derpl University, after which he remained at the Petersburg University in order to prepare for the professorship of Russian Literature. In 1897 he began a course of lectures on the history of Russian literature at the Petersburg University, but was soon dismissed by the Minister of Education because of his liberal views. It was only in 1906 that Vengerov was again allowed to lecture in the University, and in 1910 he was made professor of the University for Women and of the Institute of Psychoneurology. At last, in 1919, he was appointed Professor of Russian Literature in the Petrograd University. In addition to his lectures, after 1908 he conducted in the University a special Pushkin school, and the work of this ​school was published in three volumes, The Pushkinist, 1914, 1916, and 1918. After the Revolution, when the Book Chamber was established, Vengerov was appointed Director and managed the institution, under very unfavourable conditions, until his death.
"I can only remember three days in my whole life when I felt at leisure," Vengerov used to say. The intense industriousness of his life may be seen from the following incomplete list of his works:—
Critico-Biographical Dictionary of Russian Authors and Men of Letters, six volumes, 1889-1904. These six volumes complete the first letter of the alphabet, most of the articles being written by Vengerov.
Russian Poetry, seven volumes, 1893-1901.
Thirty volumes of Russian authors, edited with notes about the writers.
The Sources of the Dictionary of Russian Authors, four volumes, 1900-17.
Library of Great Writers, edited by Vengerov and containing the complete works of Shakespeare, Byron, Molière, and Pushkin.
Outlines of the History of Russian Literature, 1907.
Russian Literature of the 20th Century, 1890-1910.
​It will be seen from the above list that Vengerov devoted the whole of his life to Russian literature. As a writer and man of letters, he achieved considerable popularity.
# The Autobiography of a Catholic Anarchist/Chapter 11

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# The Autobiography of a Catholic Anarchist/Chapter 10

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# The Autobiography of Countess Sophie Tolstoi/Translators' Note

TRANSLATORS' NOTE
The circumstances under which this autobiography of Tolstoi's wife has just been discovered and published in Russia are explained in the preface of Vasilii Spiridonov which follows. Spiridonov edited and published it in the first number of a new Russian Review, Nachala. We have translated his preface in full, and also the greater number of his notes, which contain much material with regard to Tolstoi which has not previously been available for English readers. Such readers may perhaps consider that some of these notes and the documentation generally are over-elaborate. But they must remember that the question of Tolstoi's "going away," and of his relations with his wife, Countess Sophie Tolstoi, and other members of his family, has roused the most passionate interest and controversy in Russia. This is partly due, no doubt, to the dramatic and psychological interest of the whole story, but it is also due very largely to the fact that Tolstoi's actions were bound up with ​his teachings, and his numerous disciples and opponents were watching the struggle of the preacher to put his principles in practice in his own life. The whole question of the will and the going away of Tolstoi, of the difference with his wife, and of the subsequent dealings with his property, has given rise to an immense literature in Russia. As Spiridonov's preface shows, it is treated as a trial in which the whole of humanity is to judge between Tolstoi and his wife. The importance of this book lies in the fact that in it Countess Sophie Andreevna Tolstoi herself states her own case in full. The reader should, however, remember that it is only one side of the case.
We have ourselves added a few short appendices, giving some additional information with regard to some of the more important points and persons.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Rest awhile with me

Rest awhile with me.
[From a small tract entitled, "Love: by J. C. Denovan:" Printed for the author at Edinburgh in 1826. Denovan was the son of a printer in Edinburgh, where he was born in 1798. Some years of his early life were spent at sea, but latterly he supported himself by a small business of his own, in his native city, as a coffee-roaster. He died in 1827.]
The lark hath sought his grassy home, The bee her eglantine; The silver lamps, in yon blue dome, Have just begun to shine; Then rest awhile with me, love, with me, love, Then rest awhile with me, love, This breast will pillow thine.
The breeze that steals so softly by Hath caught the rose's kiss: The tear that wets the Uly's eye Is but a drop of bliss. Then rest awhile with me, love, with me, love, Then rest awhile with me, love, Home ne'er had charms like this.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Row weel, my boatie

Row weel, my boatie.
[From a small periodical called "The Wanderer," published in Glasgow in 1818. The words were set to music by R. A. Smith.]
Row weel, my boatie, row weel, Row weel, my merry men a', For there's dool and there's wae in Glenflorich's bowers, And there's grief in my father's ha'.
And the skiff it danc'd light on the merry wee waves, And it flew ower the water sae blue, And the wind it blew light, and the moon it shone bright, But the boatie ne'er reached Allandhu.
Ohon! for fair Ellen, ohon! Ohon! for the pride of Strathcoe— In the deep, deep sea, in the salt, salt bree, Lord Reoch, thy Ellen lies low.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Rob Macgregor

Rob Macgregor.
[Written by D. Thomson of Galashiels.—Air, "Donald Caird."]
Rob Macgregor's come again, Ilka ane thought dead and gane; By a wizard's cantrip slight, Rob again has seen the light. He appears in a' his glory, Laughing baith at Whig and Tory; Rob's a chief o' some regard, No a scamp like Donald Caird. Rob Macgregor's come again! Rob Macgregor's come again! Think ye does the shirra ken, Rob Macgregor's back again.
Bars o' iron and bolts o' steel Yield to Rob, for Rob's a deil; Glasgow jail it canna haud him, No a beagle dares to daud him. Rob has keys to ilka prison, Turnkey cousins by the dozen; Borough bailies and their guard Shrink afore the Highland laird. Rob Macgregor's come again! Rob Macgregor's come again! Lawland bodies pay your kain, Rob Macgregor's come again.
Robin's wife's a wife o' mettle, Weel she guards auld Scotland's kettle; Nought to Helen is a prize Like an imp of the excise! A' the Highland hills in chorus, Sing the dirge of ganger Morris, A' the pack might weel be spared, Reavers waur than Donald Caird. Rob Macgregor's come again! Rob Macgregor's come again! Lomonds wild are a' his ain, We're fain to see him back again.
Rob Macgregor dealt in cattle, But to pay them was a battle; Robin took a shorter plan, Clear'd the marches like a man. Now he's king o' hill and dale, A' the Lennox pays black mail. Soger lads be on your guard, Ye are na catching Donald Caird. Rob Macgregor's come again! Rob Macgregor's come again! We'll get back the days that's gane, Rob Macgregor's come again!
Robin Roy's caught at last, Bring the wuddie, haud him fast; Robin loups and takes the liver, Lost for ance, and lost for ever; Jouking up and jouking down, Like an otter swam the loon! Rob has baffled a' the guard, No sneaked aff like Donald Caird. Rob Macgregor's aff again! Rob Macgregor's aff again! Highland blood, and Highland bane! Rob Macgregor's ne'er been ta'en!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Remembrance

Remembrance.
[Mrs. John Hunter.]
While I behold the moon's pale beam, Her light perhaps reflects on thee, As wand'ring near the silver stream, Thy sad remembrance turns to me.
Ah, to forget! the wish were vain! Our souls were form'd thus fond to be; No more I'll murmur and complain, For thou, my love, wilt think on me.
Silent and sad, I take my way, As fortune deigns my bark to steer; Of hope a faint and distant ray Our far divided days shall cheer.
Ah! to return, to meet again! Dear blissful thought! with love and thee! No more I murmur and complain, For thou, my love, wilt think on me.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Rigs o' Barley

Rigs o' Barley.
[This was an early production of Burns's, written to the old tune of "Corn Rigs." Annie Ponald, afterwards Mrs. Paterson of Aikenbrae, is said to have been the inspirer of the song.]
It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I hied away to Annie: The time flew by wi' tentless heed, Till, 'tween the late and early, Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed, To see me through the barley.
The sky was blue, the wind was still, The moon was shining clearly: I set her down, wi' right good will, Amang the rigs o' barley: I ken't her heart was a' my ain: I lov'd her most sincerely; I kiss'd her owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o' barley.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace! Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place, Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and stars sae bright, That shone that hour sae clearly! She aye shall bless that happy night, Amang the rigs o' barley.
I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear; I ha'e been merry drinking; I ha'e been joyfu' gatherin' gear; I ha'e been happy thinkin'; But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, Though three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonnie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Rob Roy Macgregor

Rob Roy Macgregor.
[This is introduced as a finale to the opera of "Rob Roy," and is sung to the tune of "Duncan Gray." Terry manufactured the opera from Sir Walter's celebrated novel of "Rob Roy," but we cannot say who is the author of the song.]
Pardon now the bold outlaw, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Grant him mercy, gentles a', Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Let your hands and hearts agree, Set the Highland laddie free, Make us sing wi' muckle glee,
Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Long the state has doom'd his fa',
Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Still he spurn'd the hatefu' law, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Scots can for their country die; Ne'er frae Britain's foes they flee, A' that's past forget—forgie, Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
Scotland's fear and Scotland's pride, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Your award must now abide, Rob Roy Macgregor, O! Lang your favours ha'e been mine, Favours I will ne'er resign, Welcome then for auld langsyne, Rob Roy Macgregor, O!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Romance of Dunois

Romance of Dunois.
[This appeared in 1815, as a translation from the French, in Paul's Letters to his Kinsfolk, by Sir Walter Scott. It was afterwards set to music by G. F. Graham, Esq. in Mr. Thomson's Select Melodies. Sir Walter says that "the original made part of a MS. collection of French Songs, found on the field of Waterloo, so much stained with clay and with blood as sufficiently to indicate the fate of its owner." Mr Lockhart informs us, that the original romance,
"Partant pour la Syrie, le jeune et brave Dunois," &c.
was written, and set to music also, by Hortense Beauharnois, Duchesse de St. Leu, Ex-Queen of Holland.]
It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine; "And grant, immortal queen of heaven," was still the soldier's prayer, That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair."
His oath of honour on the shrine, he graved it with his sword, And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his lord; Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry filled the air— "Be honoured aye the bravest knight—be loved the fairest fair."
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his liege lord said, "The heart that has for honour beat, by bliss must be repaid,— My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, For thou art bravest of the brave—she fairest of the fair."
And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine, That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine; And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there, Cried, "Honoured be the bravest knight—be loved the fairest fair."
# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 18/Number 107/The Voice

Featured in Volume 18, Number 107 of The Atlantic Monthly. (September 1866)
THE VOICE.
A saintly Voice fell on my ear, Out of the dewy atmosphere:— "O hush, dear Bird of Night, be mute,— Be still, O throbbing heart and lute!" The Night-Bird shook the sparkling dew Upon me as he ruffed and flew: My heart was still, almost as soon, My lute as silent as the moon: I hushed my heart, and held my breath, And would have died the death of death, To hear—but just once more—to hear That Voice within the atmosphere.
Again The Voice fell on my ear, Out of the dewy atmosphere!— The same words, but half heard at first,— I listened with a quenchless thirst; And drank as of that heavenly balm, The Silence that succeeds a psalm: My soul to ecstasy was stirred:— It was a Voice that I had heard A thousand blissful times before; But deemed that I should hear no more Till I should have a spirit's ear, And breathe another atmosphere!
Then there was Silence in my ear, And Silence in the atmosphere, And silent moonshine on the mart, And Peace and Silence in my heart: But suddenly a dark Doubt said, "The fancy of a fevered head!" A wild, quick whirlwind of desire Then wrapt me as in folds of fire. I ran the strange words o'er and o'er, And listened breathlessly once more: And lo, the third time I did hear The same words in the atmosphere! ​They fell and died upon my ear, As dew dies on the atmosphere; And then an intense yearning thrilled My Soul, that all might be fulfilled: "Where art thou, Blessed Spirit, where?— Whose Voice is dew upon the air!" I looked, around me, and above, And cried aloud: "Where art thou, Love? O let me see thy living eye, And clasp thy living hand, or die!"— Again upon the atmosphere The self-same words fell: "I Am Here."
"Here? Thou art here, Love!"—"I Am Here." The echo died upon my ear! I looked around me—everywhere,— But ah! there was no mortal there! The moonlight was upon the mart, And awe and wonder in my heart. I saw no form!—I only felt Heaven's Peace upon me as I knelt, And knew a Soul Beatified Was at that moment by my side:— And there was Silence in my ear, And Silence in the atmosphere!
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