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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Bacon, Edwin Munroe

​BACON, Edwin Munroe, editor, was born in Providence, R.I., Oct. 20, 1844; son of the Rev. Henry and Ann Eliza (Munroe) Bacon; and of early New England ancestry; on the paternal side from Cape Cod stock, and on the maternal, from the Munroe family of Lexington, represented in the Revolution. He was educated in Philadelphia and Boston private schools and at Foxboro academy He was a reporter on the Boston Advertiser, 1863-’64; editor of the Illustrated Chicago News. 1864-'68; with the New York Times, 1868-’72; member of the staff of the Boston Advertiser, 1872-'73; editor-in-chief of the Boston Globe, 1873-’78; managing editor of the Boston Advertiser, 1878-'84; editor-in-chief of the Advertiser, 1884-’86; editor-in-chief of the Boston Post, 1886-'91, and editor of Time and the Hour, Boston, Mass., 1897-1900. He received the honorary degree of A.M. from Dartmouth in 1880. He edited guide books, and published "Boston Illustrated"; "Bacon's Dictionary of Boston" (1883); "Walks and Rides in the Country Round About Boston" (1897); and "Historic Pilgrimage in New England" (1898).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Bacon, Ezekiel

​BACON, Ezekiel, jurist, was born in Boston, Mass., Sept. 1, 1776. He was graduated at Yale in 1794; studied law at Litchfield, Conn., and engaged in practice in Stockbridge, Mass. He was a member of the state legislature, 1806-'07, and a representative in the llth, 12th and 13th congresses. In 1813 he was appointed chief justice of the court of common pleas for western Massachusetts, and President Madison made him first comptroller of the United States treasury. In 1816 he took up his residence in Utica, N.Y., where he held many prominent public offices, including those of member of assembly, judge of the court of common pleas, and member of the state constitutional convention of 1821. In 1843 he published "Recollections of Fifty Years." Yale conferred on him the degree of A. M. in 1870. He died in Utica. N.Y., Oct. 18, 1870.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Backus, Truman Jay

​BACKUS, Truman Jay, educator, was born in Milan. N.Y., Feb. 11, 1842; son of the Rev. Jay Spicer and Mercy (Williams) Backus, and a descendant of Isaac Backus. He was graduated from the University of Rochester in 1864; attended the Rochester theological seminary, 1864-'65, and was assistant secretary to the American Baptist Home Mission society, 1866-’67. He was professor of rhetoric and the English language at Vassar college, 1867-’83, and president of Packer Collegiate institute. Brooklyn, N.Y., from 1883. He was president of the Long Island state insane hospital. He received the degree LL. D. from Rochester in 1883; rewrote Shaw's "History of English Literature" and published "Great English Writers" (1885); "Outlines of English Literature" (1887).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Backus, William Woodbridge

​BACKUS, William Woodbridge, philanthropist, was born in Norwich, Conn., Oct. 22, 1803; son of James Backus. He successfully conducted a large grain and stock farm in Norwich, and amassed a fortune. He gave $75,000 to endow the W. W. Backus hospital at Norwich, and bequeathed about $85,000 to Norwich institutions, the rest of the estate going to the Backus hospital. He died in Norwich. Conn., July 13, 1892.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Bacon, Edward Payson

​BACON, Edward Payson, merchant, was born at Reading, Steuben county, N. Y., May 16, 1834; son of Joseph F. Bacon, who removed with his family to Geneva, N. Y., in 1838. It was the boy's ambition to prepare for the ministry, but the duty of assisting his invalid father in maintaining the family determined him to accept a position as a clerk in a railroad office. In 1854 he was made chief clerk in the general freight office of the Erie railway, in New York city, and in 1855 held a similar position with the Michigan southern railroad company at Chicago. In 1856 he was appointed local freight agent of the Milwaukee and Mississippi railroad company, at Milwaukee, Wis., and continued for nine years in the employ of that company and its successor, filling the positions of general freight agent, auditor and general ticket agent, each of which departments he organized. The system of accounts, and the method of conducting the freight and ticket business, afterwards adopted by all the western roads, originated with him, and constitute the basis of the extended systems in general use in that section of the country. In 1865 Mr. Bacon engaged in the grain commission business at Milwaukee, and organized the firm of Bacon & Everingham. He was a founder of the Young Men's Christian association in Milwaukee, 1857, and its president 1879-’81; a member of the board of directors of the Milwaukee chamber of commerce, 1883-'93, its vice-president two years and president two years. He was vice-president of the national board of trade, 1884-’89; and represented the Milwaukee chamber of commerce before congressional committees to oppose the free coinage of silver, and the passage of the "anti option" bill.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Backus, James

​BACKUS, James, pioneer, was born at Norwich, Conn. July 14, 1764; son of Elijah and Lucy (Griswold) Backus At the age of twenty-four he joined the colony which, under General Rufus Putnam, founded Marietta, and thus was one of the first settlers of Ohio. As agent of the Ohio company he made the first surveys in Marietta, and he is said to have built, at the junction of the Muskingum and Ohio rivers, the first frame house that was erected in Ohio, then the Northwest Territory. He was both a civil and military officer in the new settlement, as his journal shows. He was a man of means, and devoted his money without stint to the benefit of the settlement. He erected the first saw and grist-mill at Marietta, and had driven from New England the first yoke of oxen that ever trod the soil of Marietta. Ohio. The mill crank and saw, the grist-mill spindle, and the other irons were made by his father at the Backus iron works, Norwich, Conn. He remained at Marietta about three years, and in March, 1791, he returned to Yantic, to succeed his father in the management of the Backus iron works, which had been established by his grandfather, and carried on by his father, both prior and subsequent to the war of the revolution. He was widely known as a man of character, great energy and executive ability. In 1793 he was married to Dorothy Church, daughter of Charles Church Chandler, of Woodstock, Conn. He died Sept. 29, 1816.
# The Book of the Homeless/Portrait of André Gide

THÉO VAN RYSSELBERGHE
PORTRAIT OF ANDRÉ GIDE
FROM A PENCIL DRAWING
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# The Book of the Homeless/Notre Héritage

MAURICE MAETERLINCK
NOTRE HÉRITAGE
Si l'on pouvait suivre des yeux ce qui se passe dans le monde idéal qui nous domine de toutes parts, on constaterait sans nul doute que rien ne se perd sur les champs de bataille. Ce que nos admirables morts abandonnent, c'est à nous qu'ils le lèguent; et quand ils périssent pour nous, ce n'est pas métaphoriquement et d'une manière détournée, mais très réellement et d'une façon directe qu'ils nous laissent leur vie. Tout homme qui succombe dans un acte de gloire émet une vertu qui redescend sur nous, et dans la violence d'une fin prématurée, rien ne s'égare et rien ne s'évapore. Il donne en grand et d'un seul coup ce qu'il eût donné dans une longue existence de devoir et d'amour. La mort n'entame pas la vie; elle ne peut rien contre elle. Le total de celle-ci demeure toujours pareil. Ce qu'elle enlève à ceux qui tombent passe en ceux qui restent debout. La mort ne gagne rien tant qu'il y a des vivants. Plus elle exerce ses ravages, plus elle augmente l'intensité de ce qu'elle n'atteint point; plus elle poursuit ses victoires illusoires, mieux elle nous prouve que l'humanité finira par la vaincre.
Maurice Maeterlinck
# The Book of the Homeless/Our Dead

OUR DEAD
[ TRANSLATION ]
Stars that behold our world upon its way, Pure legions camped upon the plains of night, Mute watchful hosts of heaven, what must you say When men destroy each other in their might? Upon their deadly race each runner starts, Nor one but will his brothers all outrun! Ah, see their blood jet upward to the sun Like living fountains refluent on our hearts! O dead divinely for so great a faith, ​Help us, whose agony is but begun, For bitterly we yield you up to death, We who had dreamed that Life and Love were one.
Comtesse de Noailles
# The Book of the Homeless/Pegasus

LÉON BONNAT
PEGASUS
FROM A PENCIL AND PEN-AND-INK SKETCH
# The Book of the Homeless/Ménade

LÉON BAKST
MÉNADE
FROM A WATER-COLOUR SKETCH
# The Book of the Homeless/Nos Morts

NOS MORTS
# The Book of the Homeless/Libertà nella Vita

LIBERTÀ NELLA VITA
Da un' anno, l' orror della guerra, e l' affanno della coscienza, per comprenderne la inevitabile nécessità. L'Antico Libro dice: "La spade levata per uccidere guarisce talvolta," e a nostri giorni, una povera donna del popolo firmo una carta questo affirmando: "Sia la guerra, per distrugger la guerra;" e la povera donna del popolo ha due figlioli al fronte.
—Infinita è la strage, e in ogni terra, disperazione e protesta!
—Per tanto dolore nel mondo, per ogni giovane esistenza troncata, sia conquista e diritto, per ogni Patria, il sommo dei beni: La libertà nella Vita.
Eleonora Duse
II Cerro, Boscolungo Pistoiese
# The Book of the Homeless/Our Inheritance

OUR INHERITANCE
[TRANSLATION]
If our vision could open on that unseen world which dominates us from all sides, we should unquestionably learn that on the battlefields there can be no loss. The heritage which our splendid soldiers yield up in dying is bequeathed to us; and when they perish for our sakes, they give us their lives in no metaphoric, roundabout sense, but really and directly. From every man who meets death gloriously there goes forth a virtue ​which enters into us, and even in the violence of an untimely end nothing goes astray or vanishes. In one short moment the soldier gives open-handed the offering of an entire lifetime of love and duty. Death is powerless to prevail over Life. Its total remains forever unchanged. That which is taken from the fallen passes on to those left standing. While men still live, Death can win nothing. The more desperate its efforts, the brighter burns the flame it would fain extinguish; the more cruelly it pursues its phantom victories, the clearer is it proven that in the end Humanity must surely vanquish.
Maurice Maeterlinck
Translated by J. G. D. Paul
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Wanderers

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE WANDERERS
Out from her doorway peeped the little maid To gaze upon the world most full of glee. Her eager eyes all bright and unafraid, Her smooth cheek flushed with joy of things to be.
Nor did she stay because long shadows fleet Did seek the sun for some too slow eclipse; She shut the door behind her daring feet, And hastened forth, a song upon her lips.
Deep in her heart a timid dream's unrest, A chidden thought not all forbid to stay, Of how, as from life's fruit she plucked the best, A splendid knight would ride upon her way.
There was for her no danger in the shade, No evil in the whisper of the wind, Out from her home sped forth the little maid, And closed the door her eager feet behind.
Did you not know her? Woman, pale of cheek. Dim-eyed and weary, pray you stop and tell— The years are long, the grave is far to seek. Rest you a little—you who knew her well.
The splendid youth—was he but all a dream? Came he not forth in armour's bright array, Fore of the battle did his banner stream. In eager hand uplifted for the fray?
There at his gate he stood, the little knight, For any maid a champion bold and fair, In benediction lay a shaft of light Upon his golden helm of silken hair.
He looked into the world, nor feared the shade, High were his hopes of battles yet to be; With his brave eyes he sought them unafraid And for his watchword hath he purity.
The victor's laurels and the poet's crown, The singer's lute, the soldier's sword, all won, All that the world could hold of high renown. As there he stood a-dreaming in the sun.
Do you remember, elder, sad and grey, Behind his feet youth's portals clashing fell? Worn in life's battle, broken in the fray, Have you forgotten?—yet you knew him well.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Watcher in the Wood

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE WATCHER IN THE WOOD
Deep in the wood's recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In doth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side.
But who has hung from leaf to leaf, From flower to flower, a silken twine— A cloud of grey that holds the dew In globes of dear enchanted wine?
Or stretches far from branch to branch. From thorn to thorn, in diamond rain. Who caught the cup of crystal pure And hung so fair the shining chain?
'Tis death, the spider, in his net, Who lures the dancers as they glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Wind on the Hills

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE WIND ON THE HILLS
Go not to the hills of Erinn When the night winds are about, Put up your bar and shutter, And so keep the danger out.
For the good-folk whirl within it,
And they pull you by the hand,
And they push you on the shoulder,
Till you move to their command.
And lo ! you have forgotten What you have known of tears. And you will not remember That the world goes full of years;
A year there is a lifetime, And a second but a day, And an older world will meet you Each morn you come away.
Your wife grows old with weeping, And your children one by one Grow grey with nights of watching. Before your dance is done.
And it will chance some morning
You will come home no more;
Your wife sees but a withered leaf
In the wind about the door.
And your children will inherit The unrest of the wind, They shall seek some face elusive. And some land they never find.
When the wind is loud, they sighing Go with hearts unsatisfied, For some joy beyond remembrance, For some memory denied.
And all your children's children, They cannot sleep or rest. When the wind is out in Erinn And the sun is in the West.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Wolf and the Lamb

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB
She had hair gold as her father's corn; She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young.
She gathered lone in the long day's shade, So soft, so shy, Ripe berries red, poor little maid— And he came by.
He loved youth well, and her years were few, Was he ever young? A cold heart hid 'neath his eyes stone blue, And a honeyed tongue.
He loved gold hair, and her tresses strayed Like the pale sunrise, And a gentle gaze, poor little maid— She had sweet eyes.
He rode all lone with his horse and hound, Now his hunting done. With his chin on breast and his eyes on ground In the setting sun.
She gathered there in the long day's shade Ripe fruit all red, And life was good, poor little maid, She sung and said.
But Fate in an evil mood let slip A rolling stone In the steed's swift way, and it ran to trip The frightened roan.
She leaned from the bush, all sore afraid At the tumult there, Her dimpled face, poor little maid. And shining hair.
He stayed to woo and his love to tell For an idle day, Opened the gates of Heaven—of Hell— Then rode away.
With a smile and a jest for his time delayed, He came to town— In the lake's deep heart, poor little maid. She laid her down.
And I, who heard the tale retold, Still wondering wait Will the man some time, a thousandfold. Repent her fate?
But he laughs to-day with his sin unpaid. And she sleeping lies— So white, so still—poor little maid, She had sweet eyes.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Youth Bewitched

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE YOUTH BEWITCHED
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched, He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is sure of fairy weaving.
His cheery laugh I never hear, His voice is rough and chiding; Upon his path some evil thing Does watch him from its hiding.
Ahone! Ahone! I bid him tell If he has trod unknowing Upon the fairy sleeping grass Or cut the thorn a-growing.
He only turns his head away. His words are bitter hearing; But, ah! he cannot silence so A mother's heart from fearing.
Last night I made a waxen shape To bring the witch before me, So she could take the sullen lad. And my bright child restore me.
Nine pins I thrust within its side To pierce her heart to dying, And laid it on the glowing turf. So listened for her crying.
Soon pressed a hand upon the latch, I feared the evil fairy; But when I raised my frightened eyes 'Twas none but Dwyer's Mary.
I told her of the boy bewitched, She listened unbelieving; And said she knew to-morrow's eve Would free him of his grieving.
She turned her blushing face aside, Her voice was low and cheering; But, ah I she cannot silence so A mother's heart from fearing.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/The Wreckage

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
THE WRECKAGE
Love lit a beacon in thine eyes,
 And I out in the storm,
And lo! the night had taken wings;
 I dream me safe and warm.
Love lit a beacon in thine eyes,
 A wreckers' light for me;
My heart is broken on the rocks;
 I perish in the sea.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/To-Morrow

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
TO-MORROW
She walks in a lonely garden On the path her feet have made, With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckled. And gown of a flowered brocade;
The hair that falls on her shoulders, Half-held with a ribbon tie, Once glowed like the wheat in autumn. Now grey as a winter sky.
Time on her brow with rough fingers Writes record of smiles and tears; Her mind, like a golden timepiece, He stopped in the long past years.
At the foot of the lonely garden, She comes to the trysting-place She knew of old, there she lingers, A blush on her withered face.
The children out on the common, They climb to the garden wall. And laugh, “He will come to-morrow!” Who never will come at all.
And often over our sewing, As I and my neighbour sit We gossip over this story That never had end to it,
“He is dead,” I say, “that lover,  Who left her so long ago,” My neighbour rests her needle  To answer, “He's false I know.
“For could it be he were sleeping.  With love that was such as this He'd break through the gates of silence.  And hurry to meet her kiss.”
Is she best worth tears or laughter,  This dame in her old brocade? My neighbour says she is holy,  With her faith that will not fade.
The children out on the common,  They answer her dreary call. And say, “He will come to-morrow!”  Who never will come at all.
# The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter/Time and the Lady

From The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter (1907).
TIME AND THE LADY
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding, The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair. Come, see the bud ere breaking, the languid day awaking. “A moment, Time, until I bind my hair.”
Come, maiden, come I the bud has burst to blossom. The sun has kissed the earth and found it sweet. Come, lest you lose, adorning, the beauty of the morning. “A moment, Time, a moment, till I eat”
Come, maiden, come! ripe fruits are on the branches, The evening star is glowing in the blue; The breeze's breath grows colder. Come ere the day is older! “A moment till I sip—I'm then with you.”
Quick, maiden, quick I Death's hand has stripped the leafing; Night frees her clouding hair from bonds that keep. Quick I lest you're lost for ever, in the gloom to find me never. “A moment, Time, a moment, till I sleep.”
# The Cantonese Made Easy Vocabulary/M

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