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# The Annotated Rejected Addresses

The Annotated “Rejected Addresses” by James Smith and Horace Smith
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* I. Loyal Effusion by W.T.F.
* II. The Baby’s Debut by W.W.
* III. An Address Without a Phoenix by S.T.P.
* IV. Cui Bono? by Lord B.
* V. Hampshire Farmer’s Address by W.C.
* VI. The Living Lustres by T. M
* VII. The Rebuilding by R.S.
* VIII. Drury’s Dirge by Laura Matilda
* IX. A Tale of Drury Lane
* X. Johnson’s Ghost
* XI. The Beautiful Incendiary by the Hon W. S.
* XII. Fire and Ale by M.G.L.
* XIII. Playhouse Musings by S.T.C.
* XIV. Drury Lane Hustings by a Pic-Nic Poet
* XV. Architectural Atoms tranlated by Dr. B.
* XVI. Theatrical Alarm-Bell by the editor of the M.P.
* XVII. The Theatre by the Rev. G.C.
* XVIII. Macbeth Travestie by Momus Medlar
* XIX. Stranger Travestie by Momus Medlar
* XX. George Barnwell Travestie by Momus Medlar
* XXI. Punch’s Apotheosis by T.H.
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# The Annotated Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

The Annotated 'Strange Case Of Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde' by Robert Louis Stevenson
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* Introduction to the Annotated Version
* Dedication page
# The Annotated Prince/Title page

Translated by W. K. Marriott
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# The Annotated Prince/Contents

CONTENTS
PREFACE INTRODUCTION THE MAN AND HIS WORK
The Prince
DEDICATION
I HOW MANY KINDS OF PRINCIPALITIES THERE ARE, AND BY WHAT MEANS THEY ARE ACQUIRED II CONCERNING HEREDITARY PRINCIPALITIES III CONCERNING MIXED PRINCIPALITIES IV WHY THE KINGDOM OF DARIUS, CONQUERED BY ALEXANDER, DID NOT REBEL AGAINST THE SUCCESSORS OF ALEXANDER AT HIS DEATH V CONCERNING THE WAY TO GOVERN CITIES OR PRINCIPALITIES WHICH LIVED UNDER THEIR OWN LAWS BEFORE THEY WERE ANNEXED VI CONCERNING NEW PRINCIPALITIES WHICH ARE ACQUIRED BY ONE'S OWN ARMS AND ABILITY VII CONCERNING NEW PRINCIPALITIES WHICH ARE ACQUIRED EITHER BY THE ARMS OF OTHERS OR BY GOOD FORTUNE VIII CONCERNING THOSE WHO HAVE OBTAINED A PRINCIPALITY BY WICKEDNESS IX CONCERNING A CIVIL PRINCIPALITY X CONCERNING THE WAY IN WHICH THE STRENGTH OF ALL PRINCIPALITIES OUGHT TO BE MEASURED XI CONCERNING ECCLESIASTICAL PRINCIPALITIES XII HOW MANY KINDS OF SOLDIERY THERE ARE, AND CONCERNING MERCENARIES XIII CONCERNING AUXILIARIES, MIXED SOLDIERY, AND ONE'S OWN XIV THAT WHICH CONCERNS A PRINCE ON THE SUBJECT OF THE ART OF WAR XV CONCERNING THINGS FOR WHICH MEN, AND ESPECIALLY PRINCES, ARE PRAISED OR BLAMED XVI CONCERNING LIBERALITY AND MEANNESS XVII CONCERNING CRUELTY AND CLEMENCY, AND WHETHER IT IS BETTER TO BE LOVED THAN FEARED XVIII CONCERNING THE WAY IN WHICH PRINCES SHOULD KEEP FAITH XIX THAT ONE SHOULD AVOID BEING DESPISED AND HATED XX ARE FORTRESSES, AND MANY OTHER THINGS TO WHICH PRINCES OFTEN RESORT, ADVANTAGEOUS OR HURTFUL? XXI HOW A PRINCE SHOULD CONDUCT HIMSELF SO AS TO GAIN RENOWN XXII CONCERNING THE SECRETARIES OF PRINCES XXIII HOW FLATTERERS SHOULD BE AVOIDED XXIV WHY THE PRINCES OF ITALY HAVE LOST THEIR STATES XXV WHAT FORTUNE CAN EFFECT IN HUMAN AFFAIRS AND HOW TO WITHSTAND HER XXVI AN EXHORTATION TO LIBERATE ITALY FROM THE BARBARIANS
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# The Annotated Prince/Preface

Nicolo Machiavelli, born at Florence on 3rd May 1469. From 1494 to 1512 held an official post at Florence which included diplomatic missions to various European courts. Imprisoned in Florence, 1512; later exiled and returned to San Casciano. Died at Florence on 22nd June 1527.
# The Black Cat (magazine)/Volume 2/Number 10

This number contains two of the $ 2,600 Prize Stories.
The Black Cat
July 1897.
For Dear Old Yale
$300 Prize Story James Langston
The Casket of Pandora
Margaret Dodge
A Romance of the Palisades
E. O. Weeks
A Postponed Arrest
Leland Ingersoll
A Geometrical Design
$100 Prize Story Mary Foote Arnold
Copyright,1897. by The Shortstory Publishing Co.
THE SHORTSTORY PUBLISHING CO., 144 HIGH ST. BOSTON MASS.
№22 Copyright, 1897, by The Shortstory Publishing Co.
The Black Cat
A Monthly Magazine of Original Short Stories.
Copyright, 1897, by The Shortstory Publishing Company. All rights reserved.
Entered at the Post-Office at Boston, Mass., as second-class matter.
IMPORTANT.—The entire contents of this magazine are covered by copyright and publishers everywhere are cautioned against reproducing any of the stories, either wholly or in part.
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Lead Me Gently Home, Father

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* Lead me gently home, Father, Lead me gently home, When life's toils are ended, And parting days have come, Sin no more shall tempt me, Ne'er from thee I'll roam, If thou'lt only lead me Father, Lead me gently home. Refrain Lead me gently home, Father, Lead me gently home, Lest I fall upon the wayside, Lead me gently home. (Last v.: Amen.
* Lead me gently home, Father, Lead me gently home, In life's darkest hours, Father, When life's troubles come, Keep my feet from wandering,Lest from thee I roam, Lest I fall upon the wayside, Lead me gently home. Refrain
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Lead on, O King Eternal

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* Lead on, O King Eternal, Thy day of march has come; Hence-forth in fields of conquest Thy tents shall be our home: Through days of preparation They grace has made us strong, And now, O King Eternal, We lift our battle song.
* Lead on, O king Eternal, Till sin's fierce war shall cease, And holiness shall whisper The sweet Amen of peace; For not with swords, loud clashing, Nor roll of stirring drums, With deeds of love and mercy, The heavenly kingdom comes.
* Lead on, O king Eternal, We follow, not with fears, For gladness broken like morning Where'er thy face appears: Thy cross if lifted o'er us; We hounry in its light; The crown awaits the conquest; Lead on, O God of might. Amen
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Lord, Guard and Guide the Men Who Fly

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* Lord,guard and guide the men who fly Thro' the great spaces of the sky; Be with them traversing the air In darkening storms or sunshine fair.
* Thou who doth keep with tender might The balanced birds in all their flight, Thou of the tempered winds, be near, That, having thee, they know no fear.
* Control their minds with instinct fit What time, adventuring, they quit The firm security of land; Grant steadfast eye and skillful hand.
* Aloft in solitudes of space, Uphold them with thy saving grace. O God,protect the men that fly Thro'lonely ways beneath the sky. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Lead, Kindly Light, Amid the Encircling Gloom

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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Life and Ministry of Jesus

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* I Think When I Read That Sweet Story of Old
* Master, the Tempest is Raging
* O Jesus, Thou Art Standing
* All Glory, Laud, and Honor
* O'er All the Way
* Fairest Lord Jesus
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Just As I Am, Without One Plea

* Just as I am, without one plea But that thy blood was shed for me And that thou bid'st me come to thee O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
* Just as I am, tho' tossed about With many a conflict many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
* Just as I am, thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
* Just as I am, thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Let Freemen's Hearts Grow Bolder

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* Let free- men's hearts grow bold - er; Let free-dom's ban-ner fiy Where God's four winds en - fold her To God's un - chart - ed sky. His Word and not an - oth er's Is pledged to lib - er - ty; His hand hath made men broth - ers, His truth shall make men free.
* Where free- dom's flag is fly - ing In lands a - cross the sea, On thee we are re - ly - ing, Great God, we count on thee! For right is right for ev -er, Tho' men have crowned the wrong, And truth shall per - ish nev - er Great God, how long ? how long ?
* When our brave lads are dy ing In lands a - cross the sea, On thee we are re - ly - ing, Great God, they die for thee! And if we lay them sleep - ing In lands be - yond the sea, God have them in thy keep - ing We leave them there with thee. A-men.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Look Ye Saints

* Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious; See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow; Crown him! Crown him! Crowns become the Victor's brow.
* Crown the Saviour, angels crown him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; On the seat of power enthrone him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown him! Crown him! Crown the Saviour King of Kings.
* Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name; Crown him! Crown him! Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
* Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the high est station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown him! Crown him!King of kings, and Lord of Lords! Amen.
# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Light in the Darkness

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* Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand! See o'er the foam ing billows fair Haven's land, Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er ; Safe with - in the life-boat, sail - or, pull for the shore ! Refrain Pull for shore, sail or, pull for the shore, Heed not the roll-ing waves, but bend to the oar Safe in the life-boat, sail or, cling to self no more! Leave the poor old stranded wreck, and pull for the shore.
* Trust in the lifeboat, sailor ; all else will fail, Stronger the surges dash and fierc - er the gale; Heed not the stormy winds, tho' loudly they roar; Watch the 'Bright and Morning Star,' and pull for the shore! Refrain
* Bright gleams the morning, sailor; uplift the eye : Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh! Safe in the lifeboat, sailor, sing ev - er-more ' Glory, glory, halleluah 'pull for the shore! Refrain Amen
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing

* Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; O refresh us, O refresh us, Trav'ling thro' this wilderness. Ever faithful, Ever faithful To the truth may we be found.
* Thanks we give and adoration For thy Gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In out hearts and lives abound; O refresh us, &c. A-men
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Pride o' the Glen

The Pride o' the Glen.
[Written by James Macdonald.—Set to music by J. Fisher.]
O bonnie's the lily that blooms in the valley, And fair is the cherry that grows on the tree; The primrose smiles sweet as it welcomes the simmer, And modest's the wee gowan's love-talking e'e; Mair dear to my heart is that lowne cosy dingle Whar late i' the gloamin', by the lanely "Ha' den," I met wi' the fairest e'er bounded in beauty, By the banks o' the Endrick, the pride o' the glen.
She's pure as the spring cloud that smiles in the welkin, An' blythe as the lambkin that sports on the lea; Her heart is a fount rinnin' owre wi' affection; And a warld o' feeling is the love o' her e'e. The prince may be proud o' his vast hoarded treasures— The heir o' his grandeur an' hie pedigree; They kenna the happiness dwalt in my bosom When alane wi' the angel o' lave and o' le.
I've seen the day dawn, in a shower drappin' goud, The grass spread wi' dew, like a wide siller sea, The clouds shinin' bricht in a deep amber licht, And the earth blushin' back to the glad lift on hie; I've dream'd o' a palace wi' gem-spangled ha's, And proud wa's a' glitterin' in rich diamond sheen, Wi' towers shinin' fair thro' the rose-tinted air, And domes o' rare pearls and rubies atween.
I've sat in a garden mid earth's gayest flowers, A' gaudily shawin' their beauteous dyes, And breathing in calm the air's fragrant balm, Like angels asleep on the plains o' the skies; Yet the garden and palace and day's rosy dawning Though in bless'd morning dreams they should aft come again, Can ne'er be sae sweet as the bonnie young lassie That bloom'd by the Endrick, the pride o' the glen.
The exile, in sleep, haunts the land o' his fathers, The captive's ae dream is his hour to be free, The weary heart langs for the morning ray's comin', The oppress'd for his sabbath o' sweet libertie, But my life's only hope, my heart's only prayer, Is the day that I'll ca' the young lassie my ain, Though a' should forsake me, wi' her I'll be happy On the banks o' the Endrick, the pride o' the glen.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Rantin' Highlandman

The Rantin' Highlandman.
[Written by John Hamilton, for many years a musicseller and teacher of music in Edinburgh, and the composer of several melodies. He died at Edinburgh in September, 1814, aged 53.]
Ae morn, Last ouk, as I gaed out To flit a tether'd yowe and lamb, I met, as skiffing ower the green, A jolly rantin' Highlandman. His shape was neat, wi' feature sweet, And ilka smile my favour wan; I ne'er had seen sae braw a lad, As this young rantin' Highlandman.
He said, My dear, ye're sune asteer; Cam' ye to hear the laverock's sang? O, wad ye gang and wed wi' me, And wed a rantin' Highlandman? In summer days, on flowery braes, When frisky is the ewe and lamb, I'se row ye in my tartan plaid, And be your rantin' Highlandman.
With heather bells, that sweetly smells, I'll deck your hair sae fair and lang, If ye'll consent to scour the bent Wi' me, a rantin' Highlandman. We'll big a cot, and buy a stock, Syne do the best that e'er we can; Then come, my dear, ye needna fear To trust a rantin' Highlandman.
His words sae sweet gaed to my heart, And fain I wad ha'e gi'en my han', Yet durstna, least my mother should Dislike a rantin' Highlandman. But I expect he will come back; Then, though my kin' should scauld and ban, I'll ower the hill, or where he will, Wi' my young rantin' Highlandman.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Poor Man

The Poor Man.
[James Hogg.]
Loose the yett, an let me in, Lady wi' the glistening e'e, Dinna let your menial train Drive an auld man out to dee. Cauldrife is the winter even, See, the rime hangs at my chin; Lady, for the sake of Heaven, Loose the yett, an' let me in!
Ye shall gain a virgin hue, Lady, for your courtesye, Ever beaming, ever new, Aye to bloom an' ne'er to dee. Lady, there's a lovely plain Lies beyond yon setting sun, There we soon may meet again— Short the race we ha'e to run.
'Tis a land of love an' light; Rank or title is not there, High an' low maun there unite, Poor man, prince, an' lady fair; ​There, what thou on earth hast given, Doubly shall be paid again! Lady, for the sake of Heaven, Loose the yett, an' let me in!
Blessings rest upon thy head, Lady of this lordly ha'! That bright tear that thou did'st shed Fell nae down amang the snaw! It is gane to heaven aboon, To the fount of charitye; When thy days on earth are done, That blest drop shall plead for thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Quern Lilt

The Quern Lilt.
[Robert Jamieson.]
The cronach stills the dowie heart The jurram stills the bairnie; The music for a hungry wane Is grinding o' the quernie. And loes me o' my little quemie! Grind the gradden, grind it: We'll a' get crowdie whan it's done, And bannocks steeve to bind it.
The married man his joy may prize; The lover prize his arles; But gin the quernie gangna round, They baith will soon be sareless. Sae loes me, &c.
The whisky gars the bark o' life Drive merrily and rarely; But graddan is the ballast gars It steady gang and fairly. Then loes me, &c.
Though winter steeks the door wi' drift, And o'er the ingle hings us; Let but the little quernie gae, We're blythe, whatever dings us. Then loes me, &c.
And how it cheers the herd at e'en, And sets his heart-strings dirlin', When, comin' frae the hungry hill, He hears the quernie birlin'! Then loes me, &c.
Though sturt and stride wi' young and auld, And flytin' but and ben be; Let but the quernie play, they'll soon A' lown and fidgin'-fain be. Then loes me, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Old Man's Song

The Old Man's Song.
[Written by the Rev. John Skinner to the tune of "Dumbarton's Drums." The picture here drawn of contented old age was one realized in the venerable author's own life.]
O! why should old age so much wound us, O? There is nothing in't all to confound us, O; For how happy now am I, With my old wife sitting by, And our bairns and our oyes all around us, O. We began in the world wi' naething, O, And we've jogged on and toiled for the ae thing, O; We made use of what we had, And our thankfu' hearts were glad, When we got the bit meat and the claithing, O.
We have lived all our lifetime contented, O, Since the day we became first acquainted, O; It's true we've been but poor, And we are so to this hour, Yet we never pined nor lamented, O. We ne'er thought o' schemes to be wealthy, O, By ways that were cunning or stealthie, O; But we always had the bliss— And what farther could we wiss?— To be pleased wi' ourselves and be healthy, O.
What though we canna boast of our guineas, O, We have plenty of Jockies and Jeanies, O; And these, I'm certain, are More desirable by far, Than a pock full of poor yellow steenies, O. ​We have seen many a wonder and ferlie, O, Of changes that almost are yearlie, O, Among rich folks up and down, Both in country and in town, Who now live but scrimply and barely, O.
Then why should people brag of prosperity, O? A straitened life, we see, is no rarity, O; Indeed, we've been in want, And our living been but scant, Yet we never were reduced to need charity, O. In this house we first came together, O, Where we've long been a father and mother, O; And though not of stone and lime, It will last us a' our time; And I hope we shall never need anither, O.
And when we leave this habitation, O, We'll depart with a good commendation, O; We'll go hand in hand, I wiss, To a better house than this, To make room for the next generation, O. Then why should old age so much wound us, O? There is nothing in't all to confound us, O? For how happy now am I, With my auld wile sitting by, And our bairns and our oyes all around us, O!
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Old Scottish Gentleman

The Old Scottish Gentleman.
[This song, written on the model and to the air of "The Old Country Gentleman," is here printed for the first time.]
The Song I'll sing, though lately made, it tells of olden days, Of a good old Scottish gentleman,—of good old Scottish ways; When our barons bold kept house and hold, and sung their olden lays, And drove with speed across the Tweed "auld Scotland's" bluidy faes, Like brave old Scottish gentlemen all of the olden time.
His castle old was strongly built and well defended then, With drawbridge, moat, and portcullis, and true and stalwart men; His steeds so good all housed stood, prepar'd for fight, and when His trumpets' shout the charge gave out,—the abbot said, Amen! The brave old Scottish gentleman all of the olden time.
In sooth it was a goodly sight to see this brave old man, When border slogan forth had call'd his hardy faithful clan, As, stoutly marching in their front, he boldly led the van, Till from their sturdy blows, in dread, the haughty Southrons ran. The stout old Scottish gentleman all of the olden time.
There's nought so cheer'd his good old heart as round his board to see His clansmen and retainers true, all join'd in wassail free, When loudest rose the song and laugh, the loudest laugh gave he, And aye his toast was, "Scotland's right," "wi' a' the honours three." The rare old Scottish gentleman all of the olden time.
His door was op'd to ev'ry one who'd fight for Scotland dear: The stranger cold and harper old were always welcome here; For aye he lov'd to hear the tale of ancient deeds of weir, How England's might, on Bannock's field, did quail 'neath Bruce's spear. The rare old Scottish gentleman all of the olden time.
At length death's arrows, 'gainst which nought avails the temper'd shield, Met this old man as valiantly he fought in battle field; Where, though attack'd by three to one, yet still he scorn'd to yield, But blow for blow he dealt the foe, till death his eyelids seal'd. So died this Scottish gentleman all of the olden time.
W. G. B.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Ploughman

The Ploughman
[This is an old song, furbished up a little by Burns for Johnson's Museum.]
The ploughman he's a bonnie lad, His mind is ever true, jo, His garters knit below his knee, His bonnet it is blue, jo. Then up wi't a', my ploughman lad, And hey, my merry ploughman; Of a' the trades that I do ken, Commend me to the ploughman.
My ploughman he comes hame at e'en, He's aften wat and weary: Cast aff the wat, put on the dry, And gae to bed, my dearie. Then up wi't a', &c.
I will wash my ploughman's hose, And I will dress his o'erlay. I will mak' my ploughman's bed, And cheer him late and early. Then up wi't a', &c.
I ha'e been east, I ha'e been west, I ha'e been at St. Johnston, The bonniest sight that e'er I saw Was the ploughman laddie dancin'. Then up wi't a', &c.
Snaw-white stockings on his legs, And siller buckles glancin'; A gude blue bannet on his head, And Oh! but he was handsome. Then up wi't a', &c.