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# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Consecrated Spot

THE CONSECRATED SPOT.
When in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled, Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret descending, Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling, Here doth he watch their silent dances' mysterious measure.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Country Schoolmaster

I.
A master of a country school Jumped up one day from off his stool Inspired with firm resolve to try To gain the best society; So to the nearest baths he walked, And into the saloon he stalked. He felt quite startled at the door, Ne'er having seen the like before. To the first stranger made he now A very low and graceful bow, But quite forgot to bear in mind That people also stood behind; His left-hand neighbour's paunch he struck A grievous blow by great ill luck; Pardon for this he first entreated, And then in haste his bow repeated. His right-hand neighbour next he hit, And begged him, too, to pardon it; But on his granting his petition, Another was in like condition; These compliments he paid to all, Behind, before, across the hall; At length one who could stand no more Showed him impatiently the door.
A moral draw from this betimes!
II.
As he proceeded on his way He thought, "I was too weak to-day; To bow I'll ne'er again be seen; For goats will swallow what is green." Across the fields he now must speed, Not over stumps and stones, indeed, But over meads and cornfields sweet, Trampling down all with clumsy feet. A farmer met him by-and-by, And didn't ask him: how? or why? But with his fist saluted him.
"I feel new life in every limb!" Our traveller cried in ecstasy. "Who art thou who thus gladden'st me? May Heaven such blessings ever send! Ne'er may I want a jovial friend!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Death of the Fly

THE DEATH OF THE FLY.
With eagerness he drinks the treacherous potion, Nor stops to rest, by the first taste misled; Sweet is the draught, but soon all power of motion He finds has from his tender members fled; ​No longer has he strength to plume his wing, No longer strength to raise his head, poor thing! E'en in enjoyment's hour his life he loses, His little foot to bear his weight refuses; So on he sips, and ere his draught is o'er, Death veils his thousand eyes for evermore.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Church Window

THE CHURCH WINDOW.
The minster window, richly glowing, With many a gorgeous stain and dye, Itself a parable, is showing, The might, the power of Poesy.
​Look on it from the outer square, And it is only dark and dreary; Yon blockhead always views it there, And swears its aspect makes him weary.
But enter once the holy portal— What splendour bursts upon the eye! There symbols, deeds, and forms immortal, Are blazing forth in majesty.
Be thankful you, who have the gift To read and feel each sacred story; And oh, be reverent when you lift Your eyes to look on heavenly glory!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Critic

THE CRITIC.
I had a fellow as my guest, Not knowing he was such a pest, And gave him just my usual fare; He ate his fill of what was there, And for a dessert my best things swallowed, Soon as his meal was o'er, what followed? Led by the Deuce, to a neighbour he went, And talked of my food to his heart's content: "The soup might surely have had more spice, The meat was ill-browned, and the wine wasn't nice." A thousand curses alight on his head! 'Tis a critic, I vow! Let the dog be struck dead!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Dance of the Dead

THE DANCE OF THE DEAD.
The warder he gazes at dead o' the night On the graveyards under him lying, The moon into clearness throws all by her light, The night with the daylight is vying. There's a stir in the graves, and forth from their tombs The form of a man, then a woman next looms In garments long trailing and snowy.
They stretch themselves out, and with eager delight Join the bones for the revel and dancing.— Young and old, rich and poor, the lady and knight, Their trains are a hinderance to dancing. And since here by shame they no longer are bound, They shuffle them off, and lo, strewn lie around Their garments on each little hillock.
Here rises a shank, and a leg wobbles there With lewd diabolical gesture; And clatter and rattle of bones you might hear, As of one beating sticks to a measure. This seems to the warder a laughable game: Then the tempter, low whispering, up to him came: "In one of their shrouds go and wrap thee."
'Twas done soon as said; then he gained in wild flight Concealment behind the church portal, The moon all the while throws her bright beams of light On the dance where they revel and sport all. First one, then another, dispersed all are they, And donning their shrouds steal the spectres away, And under the graves all is quiet.
​But one of them stumbles and fumbles along, 'Midst the tombstones groping intently; But none of his comrades have done him this wrong, His shroud in the breeze 'gins to scent he. He rattles the door of the tower, but can find No entrance,—good luck to the warder behind!— 'Tis barred with blest crosses of metal.
His shroud he must have, or rest can he ne'er; And so, without further preambles, The old Gothic carving he grips then and there, From turret to pinnacle scrambles. Alas for the warder! all's over, I fear; From buttress to buttress in dev'lish career He climbs like a long-legged spider.
The warder he trembles, and pale doth he look, That shroud he would gladly be giving, When piercing transfixed it a sharp-pointed hook! He thought his last hour he was living. Clouds cover already the vanishing moon, With thunderous clang beats the clock a loud One— Below lies the skeleton, shattered.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Chinaman in Rome

THE CHINAMAN IN ROME.
In Rome I saw a stranger from Pekin: Uncouth and heavy to his eye appeared The mingled piles of old and modern time. "Alas!" he said, what wretched taste is here! When will they learn to stretch the airy roof On light pilastered shafts of varnished wood— Gain the fine sense, and educated eye, Which only finds in lacquer, carvings quaint, And variegated tintings, pure delight?" Hearing these words, unto myself I said, "Behold the type of many a moon-struck bard, Who vaunts his tissue, woven of a dream, 'Gainst nature's tapestry, that lasts for aye, Proclaims as sick the truly sound; and this, That he, the truly sick, may pass for sound!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Christmas-Box

THE CHRISTMAS-BOX.
This box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied; The fruits are they of holy Christmas-tide, But baked, indeed, for children's use designed.
​I'd fain, in speeches sweet with skill combined, Poetic sweetmeats for the feast provide; But why in such frivolities confide?
Perish the thought, with flattery to blind!
One sweet thing there is still, that from within, Within us speaks,—that may be felt afar; This may be wafted o'er to thee alone.
If thou a recollection fond canst win. As if with pleasure gleamed each well-known star, The smallest gift thou never wilt disown.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Coquette

THE COQUETTE.
O'er the meadows tripped sweet Kitty, On a dewy morn in spring, Like a lark, her blithesome ditty Gaily, lightly carolling, So la la! Le ralla.
Lubin, as she passed beside him, Offered two lambs for a kiss; Roguishly awhile she eyed him, Tripped away, then carolled this, So la la! Le ralla.
Ribbons red young Colin proffers, Robin with his heart would wile, But she mocks at all their offers, Singing, as she mounts the stile, So la la! Le ralla.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 5

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
THE earl of Oxford was removed on Tuesday; the queen died on Sunday. What a world is this! and how does fortune banter us! John Barber tells me, you have set your face toward Ireland. Pray do not go. I am against it. But this is nothing; John is against it. Ireland will be the scene of some disorder, at least it will be the scene of mortification to your friends. Here every thing is quiet, and will continue so. Beside which, as prosperity divided, ​misfortune may perhaps to some degree unite us. The tories seem to resolve not to be crushed; and that is enough to prevent them from being so. Pope has sent me a letter from Gay: being learned in geography, he took Binfield to be the ready way from Hanover to Whitehall. Adieu. But come to London, if you stay no longer than a fortnight. Ever yours, dear Jonathan, most sincerely.
I have lost all by the death of the queen, but my spirit; and I protest to you, I feel that increase upon me. The whigs are a pack of jacobites; that shall be the cry in a month, if you please.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry Sacheverell to Jonathan Swift - 2

DR. SACHEVERELL TO DR. SWIFT.
SINCE you have been pleased to undertake the generous office of soliciting my good lord treasurer's favour in my behalf, I should be very ungrateful, if ​I did not return you my most hearty thanks for it. and my humblest acknowledgments to his lordship for the success it has met with.
I received last Monday a message by my pupil Mr. Lloyd, (representative of Shropshire,) from Mr. Harley, by his lordship's order, to inquire what my brother was qualified for. I told him, having failed in his trade, he had been out of business for some years, during which time I had entirely maintained him and his family: that his education had not qualified him for any considerable or nice post: but that, if his lordship thought him an object of his favour, I entirely submitted him to his disposal, and should be very thankful to his goodness to ease me of part of that heavy burden of my family, that required more than my poor circumstances could allow of.
I am informed also, that I am very much indebted to my great countryman, Mr. secretary St. John, for his generous recommendation of this matter to his lordship. I should be proud of an opportunity of expressing my gratitude to that eminent patriot, for whom no one, that wishes the welfare or honour of his church or country, can have too great a veneration.
But for yourself, (good doctor!) who was the first spring to move it, I can never sufficiently acknowledge the obligation. I should be glad, if you will command me, in any time or place to do it, which will be a farther favour conferred on,
Reverend sir,
your most faithful servant,
H. SACHEVERELL.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
JULY 13, 1714.
I NEVER laughed, my dear dean, at your leaving the town: on the contrary, I thought the resolution of doing so, at the time when you took it, a very wise one. But, I confess, I laughed, and very heartily too, when I heard that you affected to find, within the village of Letcombe, all your heart ​desired. In a word, I judged of you, just as you tell me in your letter, that I should judge. If my grooms did not live a happier life than I have done this great while, I am sure they would quit my service. Be pleased to apply this reflection. Indeed I wish I had been with you, with Pope and Parnell, quibus neque animi candidiores. In a little time, perhaps, I may have leisure to be happy. I continue in the same opinions and resolutions as you left me in; I will stand or fall by them. Adieu. No alteration in my fortune or circumstances can alter that sincere friendship with which I am, dear dean, yours.
I fancy you will have a visit from that great politician and casuist the duke. He is at Oxford with Mr. Clarke.
* ↑ Endorsed, "Lord Bolingbroke, on my retiring."
* ↑ Perhaps the duke of Ormond.
* ↑ George Clarke, doctor of laws, fellow of All Souls, who had been secretary to prince George of Denmark, as lord high admiral, and was member of parliament for the university of Oxford.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From James Butler to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM THE DUKE OF ORMOND.
I AM very glad to hear from you. I thought you had hid yourself from the world, and given over all thoughts of your friends. I am very sorry for the reason of your retirement. I am a witness to your endeavours to have made up, what I believe the great man you mention will hardly compass. I am of your opinion, that it is shameful that the vacant bishopricks are not disposed of. I shall do all that lies in my power to serve the gentlemen that I have already mentioned to the queen, and hope with good success.
For the lady you mention, I shall endeavour to see her as often as I can. She is one that I have a great esteem for. I send you some Burgundy, which I hope you will like. It is very good to cure the spleen. Believe me, with great truth, sir, your most affectionate friend, and humble servant,
ORMOND.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 7

FROM LORD BOLINGBROKE.
AUG. 11, 1714.
I SWEAR I did not imagine, that you could have held out through two pages, even of small paper, in so grave a style. Your state of late passages is right enough. I reflect upon them with indignation, and shall never forgive myself for having trusted so long to so much real pride, and awkward humility; to an air of such familiar friendship, and a heart so void of all tenderness; to such a temper of engrossing business and power, and so perfect an incapacity to manage one, with such a tyrannical disposition to abuse the other, &c.
But enough of this, I cannot load him as knave, without fixing fool on myself.
For you I have a most sincere and warm affection, and in every part of my life will show it. Go into Ireland, since it must be so, to swear, and come back into Britain to bless, to bless me, and those few friends who will enjoy you.
Johannes Tonsor brings you this. From him you will hear what is doing. Adieu, love me, and love me the better, because after a greater blow than most men ever felt, I keep up my spirit; am neither dejected at what has passed, nor apprehensive of what is to come. Mea virtute me involvo.
* ↑ He means lord Oxford.
* ↑ That is, to take, the oaths to the government on king George's accession to the throne.
* ↑ John Barber.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MR. SECRETARY ST. JOHN.
Sunday, past twelve, Jan. 7, 1710-11.
THERE are few things I would be more industrious to bring about than opportunities of seeing you. Since you was here in the morning, I have found means of putting off the engagement I was under for to morrow; so that I expect you to dine with me at three o'clock. I send you this early notice, to prevent you from any other appointment.
I am ever, rev. sir,
your obedient humble servant,
H. ST. JOHN.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Henry St. John to Jonathan Swift - 2

FROM MR. SECRETARY ST. JOHN.
HAMPTON COURT, NOV. 16, 1711.
I RETURN you the sheet, which is, I think, very correct. Sunday morning I hope to see you. I am sincerely your hearty friend, and obedient servant,
H. ST. JOHN.
I have a vile story to tell you of the moral philosopher Steele.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/Six Drawings

For the last picture ("Portrait of Madame Réjane"), see also "Madame Réjane".
Six Drawings
By Aubrey Beardsley
IV. Garçons de Café
IV. The Slippers of Cinderella
For you must have all heard of the Princess Cinderella with her slim feet and shining slippers. She was beloved by Prince ******, who married her, but she died soon afterwards, poisoned (according to Dr. Gerschovius) by her elder sister Arabella, with powdered glass. It was ground I suspect from those very slippers she danced in at the famous ball. For the slippers of Cinderella have never been found since. They are not at Cluny.
Hector Sandus
VI. Portrait of Madame Réjane
# The Yellow Book/Volume 2/Portrait of Henry James

Portrait of Henry James
By John S. Sargent, A.R.A.
# The Zoologist

The Zoologist was a monthly natural history journal founded in 1843 and running until 1916, when it was merged with British Birds. Warning: template has been deprecated.
The Zoologist appeared in four series:
       In general the first volumes were published in monthly issues of 32 pages, and also as an annual.
       The pages of the first and second series are, apart from prefaces, contents etc., continuously numbered: 1 to 5180. The issues are not numbered.
       Starting with the 3rd series, the issues are continuously numbered, and page numbering restarts at every new volume.
       The fourth series for some reason starts with issue no. 667, and is again continuously numbered, with page numbers restarting at every new volume.
For an overview of all issues, see this page in BHL. See also the set in BSB (1st series vol 1 - 2nd series vol 11 And incomplete set in HathiTrust; id.
# The Zoologist/1st series

The Zoologist was a monthly natural history journal founded in 1843 and running until 1916, when it was merged with British Birds. Warning: template has been deprecated.
From 1843 to 1865 Edward Newman was editor of the first series of The Zoologist:
    (Commons file) IA; pdf: (Commons file), (Commons file); see also: IA
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 6/A Voyage to the Country of the Houyhnhnms

$^*$$_*$$^*$ Gulliver's Travels and the Tale of a Tub are indisputably the two most capital works of Swift. It is remarkable that he never would own himself to be the author of the latter; nor is the slightest hint of it to be found in any of his writings. I have very lately been authentically informed, that Swift used to be mortified at sir William Temple's frequent censure and contempt of burlesque writings; and was much hurt at the last paragraph of sir William's Essay upon Ancient and Modern Learning; where he says, "I wish the vein of ridiculing all that is serious and good, all honour and virtue, as well as learning and piety, may have no worse effect on any state; it is the itch of our age and climate; and has overrun both the court and the stage, enters a house of lords and commons, as boldly as a coffeehouse; debates of council as well as private conversation; and I have known in my life, more than one or two ministers of state, that would rather have said a witty thing, than have done a wise one; and made the company laugh, rather than the kingdom rejoice."
Warton.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Joseph Addison to Jonathan Swift - 8

FROM MR. ADDISON.
I HAVE received the honour of your letter at Bristol, where I have just finished a course of water drinking, which I hope has pretty well recovered me from the leavings of my last winter's sickness. As for the subject of your letter, though you know an affair of that nature cannot well nor safely be treated of in writing, I desired a friend of mine to acquaint sir Ralph Gore, that I was under a preengagement, and not at my own choice to act in it, and have since ​troubled my lady Ashe with a letter to the same effect, which I hope has not miscarried. However, upon my return to London, I will farther inquire that matter, and see if there is any room left for me to negotiate as you propose.
I live still in hopes of seeing you in England, and if you would take my house at Bilton in your way, (which lies upon the road within a mile of Rugby) I would strain hard to meet you there, provided you would make me happy in your company for some days. The greatest pleasure I have met with for some months, is in the conversation of my old friend Dr. Smalridge; who, since the death of the excellent man you mention, is to me the most candid and agreeable of all bishops; I would say clergymen, were not deans comprehended under that title. We have often talked of you; and when I assure you he has an exquisite taste of writing, I need not tell you how he talks on such a subject. I look upon it as my good fortune, that I can express my esteem of you, even to those who are not of the bishop's party without giving offence. When a man has so much compass in his character, he affords his friends topicks enough to enlarge upon, that all sides admire. I am sure a sincere and zealous friendly behaviour distinguishes you as much as your many more shining talents; and as I have received particular instances of it, you must have a very bad opinion of me, if you do not think I heartily love and respect you; and that I am ever, dear sir, your most obedient, and most humble servant,
J. ADDISON.
* ↑ Some time after speaker of the house of commons, and of the lords justice, of Ireland.
* ↑ Who had been promoted to the bishoprick of Bristol in 1713.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From Martha Blount to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT.
I AM very much pleased with your letter, but I should have thought myself much more obliged, had you been less sincere, and not told me, I did not owe the favour entirely to your inclinations, but to an information that I had a mind to hear from you: and I mistrust you think even that as much as I deserve. If so, you really are not deserving of my repeated inquiries after you, and my constant good wishes and concern for your welfare; which merits some remembrance without the help of another. I cannot say I have a great inclination to write to you, for I have no great vanity that way, at least not enough to support me above the fear of writing ill: but I would fain have you know how truly well I wish you.
I am sorry to hear no good account of your health; mine has been, since Christmas (at which time I had my fever and rash) neither well, nor ill enough to be taken notice of: but within these three weeks I have been sick in form, and kept my bed for a week, and my chamber to this day.
This confinement, together with the mourning, has enabled me to be very easy in my chair hire: ​for a dyed black gown, and a scoured white one, have done my business very well; and they are now just fit for Petersham, where we talk of going in three weeks; and I am not without hopes I shall have the same squire I had last year. I am very unwilling to change; and moreover I begin to fear I have no great prospect of getting any new danglers; and therefore, in order to make a tolerable figure, I shall endeavour to behave myself mighty well, that I may keep my old ones.
As a proof that I continue to be well received at court, I will tell you where the royal family design to pass their summer: two months at Richmond lodge, the same time at Hampton court, and six weeks at Windsor. Mrs. Howard is well, and happier than ever you saw her; for her whole affair with her husband is ended to her satisfaction.
Dr. Arbuthnot, I am very angry with: he neglects me for those he thinks finer ladies. Mr. Gay's fame continues, but his riches are in a fair way of diminishing, he is gone to the Bath: I wish you were ordered there, for I believe that would carry Mr. Pope, who is always inclined to do more for his friends than himself. He is much out of order, and is told nothing is so likely to do him good.
My illness has prevented my writing to you sooner. If I was a favourite at court, I would soon convince you that I am very sincerely your faithful friend and very humble servant,
M. B.