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# The Confidence-Man (Melville)/Chapter 31

CHAPTER XXXI.
a metamorphosis more surprising than any in ovid.
"In want of money!" pushing back his chair as from a suddenly-disclosed man-trap or crater.
"Yes," naïvely assented the cosmopolitan, "and you are going to loan me fifty dollars. I could almost wish I was in need of more, only for your sake. Yes, my dear Charlie, for your sake; that you might the better prove your noble kindliness, my dear Charlie."
"None of your dear Charlies," cried the other, springing to his feet, and buttoning up his coat, as if hastily to depart upon a long journey.
"Why, why, why?" painfully looking up.
"None of your why, why, whys!" tossing out a foot, "go to the devil, sir! Beggar, impostor!—never so deceived in a man in my life."
# The Confidence-Man (Melville)/Chapter 35

CHAPTER XXXV.
in which the cosmopolitan strikingly evinces the artlessness of his nature.
"well, what do you think of the story of Charlemont?" mildly asked he who had told it.
"A very strange one," answered the auditor, who had been such not with perfect ease, "but is it true?"
"Of course not; it is a story which I told with the purpose of every story-teller—to amuse. Hence, if it seem strange to you, that strangeness is the romance; it is what contrasts it with real life; it is the invention, in brief, the fiction as opposed to the fact. For do but ask yourself, my dear Charlie," lovingly leaning over towards him, "I rest it with your own heart now, whether such a forereaching motive as Charlemont hinted he had acted on in his change—whether such a motive, I say, were a sort of one at all justified by the nature of human society? Would you, for one, turn the cold shoulder to a friend a convivial one, say, whose pennilessness should be suddenly revealed to you?"
"How can you ask me, my dear Frank? You know I would scorn such meanness." But rising somewhat disconcerted—"really, early as it is, I think I must ​retire ; my head," putting up his hand to it, "feels unpleasantly ; this confounded elixir of logwood, little as I drank of it, has played the deuce with me."
"Little as you drank of this elixir of logwood ? Why, Charlie, you are losing your mind. To talk so of the genuine, mellow old port. Yes, I think that by all means you had better away, and sleep it off. There—don't apologize—don't explain—go, go—I understand you exactly. I will see you to-morrow."
# The Black-Bird Songster/Banks of Allan Water

BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.
On tho banks of Allan water, When the sweet spring time did fall, Was the miller's lovely daughter, Fairest of them all. For his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had he; On the banks of Allan water, None so gay as sho.
On the banks of Allan water, When brown autumn spreads his story, There I saw the miller's daughter; But sho smiled no more. For the summer grief had brought her, And her soldier false was he; On the banks of Allan water, Nono so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan water, When the winter snow fell fast Still was seen the miller's daughter, Chilling blew the blast. But the miller's lovely daughter, Both from cold and care was free— On the banks of Allan water, There a corso lay she.
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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Prose/A Message of Sympathy to a Friend

A MESSAGE OF SYMPATHY TO A FRIEND
"Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither; the Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." Thus said the old Jewish saint when suffering the greatest calamities that could befall man, and he erred not. Herein lies the whole secret of Existence. Waves may roll over the surface and tempest rage, but deep down there is the stratum of infinite calmness, infinite peace, and infinite bliss. "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." And why? Because it is during these moments of visitations when the heart is wrung by hands which never stop for the father's cries or the mother's wail, when under the load of sorrow, dejection, and despair, the world seems to be cut off from under our feet, and when the whole horizon seems to be nothing but an impenetrable sheet of misery and utter despair — that the internal eyes open, light flashes all of a sudden, the dream vanishes, and intuitively we come face to face with the grandest mystery in nature — Existence. Yes, then it is — when the load would be sufficient to sink a lot of frail vessels — that the man of genius, of strength, the hero, sees that infinite, absolute, ever-blissful Existence per se, that infinite being who is called and worshipped under different names in different climes. Then it is, the shackles that bind the soul down to this hole of misery break, as it were, for a time, and unfettered it rises and rises until it reaches the throne of the Lord, "Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest". Cease not, brother, to send up petitions day and night, cease not to say day and night — THY WILL BE DONE.
"Ours not to question why, Ours but to do and die."
Blessed be Thy name, O Lord! And Thy will be done. Lord, we know that we are to submit; Lord, we know that it is the Mother's hand that is striking, and "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." There is. Father of Love, an agony at the heart which is fighting against that calm resignation which Thou teaches". Give us strength, O Thou who sawest Thy whole family destroyed before Thine eyes, with Thine hands crossed on Thy breast. Come, Lord, Thou Great Teacher, who has taught us that the soldier is only to obey and speak not. Come, Lord, come Arjuna's Charioteer, and teach me as Thou once taughtest him, that resignation in Thyself is the highest end and aim of this life, so that with those great ones of old, I may also firmly and resignedly cry, Om Shri Krishnârpanamastu.
May the Lord send you peace is the prayer day and night of —
Vivekananda.
# The Collected Works of Theodore Parker

See Preface by the Editor.
THE
COLLECTED WORKS
OF
THEODORE PARKER.
* Volume I: A Discourse of Matters Pertaining to Religion
* Volume II: Sermons—Prayers
* Volume III: Discourses of Theology
* Volume IV: Discourses of Politics
* Volume V: Discourses of Slavery
* Volume VI: Discourses of Slavery—Volume II
* Volume VII: Discourses of Social Science
* Volume VIII: Miscellaneous Discourses
* Volume IX: Critical Writings—Volume I IA
* Volume X: Critical Writings—Volume II IA
* Volume XI: Sermons of Theism, Atheism, and the Popular Theology (transcription project)
* Volume XII: Autobiographical and Miscellaneous Pieces IA
* Volume XIII: Historic Americans IA
* Volume XIV: Lessons from the World of Matter and the World of Man IA
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# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Supple, Gerald Henry

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​Supple, Gerald Henry, poet and journalist, took part as a young man in the '48 movement in Ireland, and was a member of the Irish Confederation. He contributed some stirring poems to the Nation when under the editorship of Sir Charles Gavan Duffy. Four of them—"Sir Morrogh's Ride," "The Raid of Fitzmaurice," "The Sally from Salerno," and "Columbus"—are included in "The Ballads of Ireland" collected by Edmund Hayes. "Columbus" is a very striking and sonorous poem, resembling in many respects "The Dream of Dampier," which in after-years he contributed to the Melbourne Review, and by which he is best known in the colonies. In Melbourne, to which he emigrated about thirty years ago, Mr. Supple practised at the Bar and ​contributed articles to the Melbourne Age, Australasian, and other journals. He is now resident in Auckland, N.Z.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Suter, Right Rev. Andrew Burn

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​Suter, Right Rev. Andrew Burn, D.D., sometime Bishop of Nelson, N.Z., is the son of the late Richard Suter, of Castle Hill, Maidenhead, by his marriage with Ann Ruth, daughter of Major-General Burn. His lordship was born in London in 1830, and educated at St. Paul's School and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he graduated B.A. (Senior Optime) in 1853, M.A. in 1856, and D.D. in 1866. He was ordained deacon in 1855 and consecrated priest in 1856. From 1855 to 1859 he was curate of St. Dunstan's-in-the-West, London, and incumbent of All Saints', Spitalfields, from the latter year till 1866, in August of which year he was consecrated Bishop of Nelson, N.Z., in Canterbury Cathedral. The Bishop married Amelia Damaris, daughter of Rev. Thomas Harrison, of Barham, Kent. In 1889, when Bishop Harper, of Christchurch, who was also Primate of New Zealand, retired, Bishop Hadfield was elected to the primacy. As, however, there was considerable doubt as to the proper constitution of the electing body, the validity of the election was disputed, and Bishop Suter was nominated by the dissentient party. In the end, however, the claims of Bishop Hadfield were acknowledged. Bishop Suter resigned the see of Nelson in 1891.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Sutherland, George

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​Sutherland, George, MA., brother of above, was born on Oct. 1st, 1855, at Glasgow; arrived in Australia with his parents in 1864; was educated at the Sydney Grammar School and at the Scotch College, Melbourne; proceeded to the Melbourne University, where he gained scholarships and other distinctions and graduated Master of Arts in 1879. After some experience as a teacher he joined the staff of the South Australian Register. Of late years he has turned his attention to inventions, and has taken out patents for photographic processes for making illustrations for daily newspapers, the system being now in use in various parts of Australia. An invention for cheap windmills and one for concentrating the precious metals in poor ores have been the results of his more recent inventive activity. He is author of "Tales of the Goldfields," "Australia; or, England in the South," and of a "Descriptive Geography of Australia." Another brother, William Sutherland, is a mathematician of eminence.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Sutherland, Hon. John

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​Sutherland, Hon. John, M.L.A., was born near Wick, in Scotland, on Feb. 16th, 1816, and emigrated to New South Wales, arriving in 1838. Having been very successful as a builder, he was elected an alderman of Sydney in 1857, ​and was mayor in 1861. His principal municipal work was in connection with the sewerage of the metropolis. In 1860 he was returned to the Legislative Assembly for Paddington, which included the constituency of Redfern, which, when subdivided and constituted a separate electorate, he represented down to the date of his death, with the exception of a short interval, during which he sat in the Legislative Council. Mr. Sutherland was Minister of Public Works on no less than five occasions—viz., in the Robertson and Cowper Administrations from Oct. 1868 to Dec. 1870, in the Parkes Ministry from May 1872 to Feb. 1875, in that of Mr. Farnell from Dec. 1877 to Dec. 1878, and in the fourth Parkes Government from Jan. 1887 to Jan. 1889. He died on June 23rd, 1889.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Suttor, Hon. Francis Bathurst

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​Suttor, Hon. Francis Bathurst, M.L.A., son of the late William Henry Suttor of Bathurst, by his wife Charlotte Augusta Anne (Francis), was born at Bathurst in 1839, and educated at the King's School, Parramatta. He was returned to the Assembly for the city of Bathurst in 1875, and sat till 1889, when, on accepting office in the Dibbs Government, he was defeated and nominated to the Legislative Council in February of that year. Mr. Suttor was Minister of Justice and Public Instruction in the second and third Parkes Administrations, from March to August 1877, and from Dec. 1878 to April 1880, and held the offices of Minister of Justice, Minister of Education, Postmaster-General and Acting Secretary for Mines successively in the latter Government till Jan. 1883. From Feb. 1886 to Jan. 1887 he was Postmaster-General in the Jennings Ministry, and Minister of Public Instruction from Jan. to March 1889 in the Dibbs Government. Mr. Suttor, who married in 1863 the only daughter of Thomas J. Hawkins, of Walmer, resigned his seat in the Legislative Council in 1891, and was again returned to the Assembly for Bathurst at the General Election in that year. In October following he accepted the post of Minister of Education in the second Dibbs Government, and during the absence of Sir George Dibbs in England in 1892 was acting Colonial Secretary in addition.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Summers, Joseph

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​Summers, Joseph, Mus. Doc., youngest son of George Summers, of Charlton, Somersetshire, and brother of the above, was born in 1843, and in early life was a chorister in Wells Cathedral. After studying under such eminent musicians as Dr. Gauntlett and Sir W. Sterndale Bennett, Mr. Summers graduated Mus. Bac. at Oxford in 1863, and after holding the post of organist at Weston-super-Mare and at Notting Hill, London, he emigrated to Melbourne (1865), and for fourteen years was choirmaster and organist at St. Peter's, Eastern Hill, Melbourne, one of the oldest and leading Anglican churches in Victoria. In 1876 he was appointed Government Inspector of Music for State Schools; acts as Musical Examiner for the Tasmanian Council of Education; also the Education Department of Victoria, and assists Professor Ives (late of Glasgow) as examiner at the University of Adelaide. In 1890 the degree of Mus. Doc. was conferred on Mr. Summers by the Archbishop of Canterbury, as a social mark of recognition of his anthems and other high-class sacred music.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Summers, Charles

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​Summers, Charles, whose work as a sculptor will always be associated with early Australian art, was born at Charlton, near Ilminster, July 27th, 1827. In early life he worked with his father as a mason in various English towns, and it was while so working at Weston-super-Mare that his innate artistic talent was brought under the notice of the eminent sculptor, Henry Weekes, R.A., who was then engaged on a monumental figure in that place. Young Charles Summers was taken into Weekes' studio, and began his art career; afterward he entered the studio of Watson, and assisted in the monumental group of Lords Eldon and Stowell, now at Oxford. He was admitted as student to the Royal Academy in 1850, and obtained the silver medal for modelling from the antique. In the following year he had the almost unique honour of receiving on the same evening the first silver medal for the best model from life, and the gold medal for the best piece of historical sculpture. After exhibiting with s access at the Academy, Charles Summers emigrated to Melbourne in 1853, and after trying the diggings, opened a studio in Collins Street, and followed his art with great success. His chief work was the colossal bronze statue of the ill-fated explorers Burke and Wills, which he not only modelled but cast in bronze with his own hands. In 1866 he left Melbourne for Rome, where he executed a number of works, some of special Australian interest, such as the recumbent figure of Lady Macleay in Godstone Church, Surrey, and a bust of Viscount Canterbury. In 1876 Mr. Summers received a commission from Mr. (now Sir William) Clarke, to execute statues of the Queen, Prince Consort, and the Prince and Princess of Wales, for the Melbourne Public Library. These were finished in 1878 and sent to Victoria, whither the sculptor himself intended to follow, but was suddenly seized with a fit, and died at Paris on Nov. 30th, 1878. He was buried in his favourite city, Rome.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Sutherland, Alexander

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​Sutherland, Alexander, M.A., was born at Glasgow in 1852 and was educated in Scotland till 1864, when his father's failing health compelled the family to remove to Sydney. There at the age of fifteen he entered the service of the Education Department as a pupil teacher. At the age of nineteen he had by his own studies in the evening prepared for a university course, and in 1871 he joined the Melbourne University. Having obtained an honour degree he was mathematical master to the Scotch College during two years. At the close of 1877 he purchased the school known as Carlton College, of which he is still proprietor. Along with his younger brother George (q.v.) he published in 1879 a school history of Australia, which has enjoyed much popularity in the colonies, having attained a sale of about 80,000 copies. Subsequently he wrote by himself a "New Geography" which has been fairly successful as a schoolbook, and which induced Dr. Geikie to ask the author to contribute to Macmillan's new geographical series, of which he is the editor. But Mr. Sutherland's most important work has been done in other departments. In 1888 he contributed to a work called "Victoria and its Metropolis," the most elaborate history of Victoria which has yet been written. In 1889 he published a volume of verse under the title of "Thirty Short Poems." But the bulk of his literary work has been contributed to the Melbourne Review, the Australasian, the Argus, and a number of magazines (generally of short lives) which have striven to nourish on Australian soil. Mr. Sutherland has recently edited Kendall's poems, and has contributed articles on Melbourne and Victoria to the Encyclopædia Britannica. He was for eight years secretary to the Royal Society of Victoria, and has occupied a good deal of his time during the last twelve years in the delivery of popular lectures on scientific and literary subjects.
# The Desert

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# The Book of Scottish Song/Highland Mary 1

Highland Mary.
[Burns thought the words of "Kath'rine Ogie" unworthy of so beautiful an air, and wrote his "Highland Mary" to the same tune. The story of Highland Mary is now familiar to all readers. In a letter to Thomson the poet says, "The subject of the song is one of the most interesting passages of my youthful days, and I own that I should be much flattered to see the verses set to an air which would ensure celebrity."]
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry! For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder: But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower so early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now those rosy lips I aft ha'e kiss'd sae fondly! And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly; And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Highland Mary 2

Highland Mary.
[Hon. Mrs. Norton.]
I would I were the light fern growing Beneath my Highland Mary's tread, I would I were the green tree throwing Its shadow o'er her gentle head! I would I were a wild flower springing Where my sweet Mary loves to rest, That she might pluck me while she's singing, And place me on her snowy breast!
I would I were in yonder heaven A silver star, whose soft dim light Would rise to bless each summer even, And watch my Mary all the night! I would, beneath these small white fingers, I were the lute her breath has fanned— The gentle lute, whose soft note lingers, As loth to leave her fairy band!
Ah, happy things! ye may not wander From Scotland to some darker sky, But ever live unchanging yonder, To happiness and Mary nigh! ​While I at midnight sadly weeping Upon its deep transparent blue, Can only gaze while all are sleeping, And dream my Mary watches too!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Hey the Hielan Heather

Hey the Hielan Heather.
[John Imlah. Music by A. Lee.]
Hey! for the Hielan heather, Hey! for the Hielan heather, Dear to me, and aye shall be, The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather; Hey! for the Hielan heather, Dear to me, and aye shall be, The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather.
There light o' heart and light o' heel, The lads and lasses trip thegither; Native norlan' rant an' reel, Amang the bonnie Hielan heather. Singing, hey! for the Hielan heather, Hey! for the Hielan heather, Dear to me, and aye shall be, The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather.
Hey! for the Hielan heather, Hey! for the Hielan heather, Dear to me, and aye shall be, The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather. The broom and whin, by loch and linn, Are tipp'd with gowd in simmer weather, Sweet and fair, but meikle mair, The purple bells o' Hielan heather. Singing, hey! for the Hielan heather, Hey! for the Hielan heather, Dear to me, and aye shall be, The bonnie braes o' Hielan heather.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Highland Coronach

Highland Coronach.
[From the "Lady's Poetical Album," Glasgow, 1830.]
I'll wake it no more By Strath-Fillan's blue fountain, By Achray's lonely shore, Or Benledi's high mountain— No more wake the sound Of the hunter's bold bugle; For in death's narrow mound Lies my loved Coilantugal!
How oft has that horn To the chase hailed his coming, At the first break of morn, Ere the bee raised its humming; Ere the maid, blythe of mood, To the ewe-bught was wending,— While each spray of the wood With the dew-drops was bending.
When the fox from the shade Of the pine-wood was peeping; When the deer through the glade In the grey dawn was leaping; When the mist of the hills From the sun-rise was flying; And no sound—save the rills And the wild breezes sighing—
Then—oh, then—the far cry Of his deep-baying beagle, From her eyrie on high How it startled the eagle! ​Roused the stag from his rest In the glen of green braiken— But no more its loud quest Coilantugal shall waken!
Ay! now may his hounds In the paddock lie idle, And the steed roam his bounds Unrestrained by the bridle; The proud pibroch may blow, But its notes shall not cheer him— O'er his breast the brown roe May leap wild and not fear him!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Hie to the woodlands, hie

Hie to the woodlands, hie.
[James Macdonald.—Here first printed.]
Hie to the woodlands, hie! The balmy morning breeze, And the laughing voice of merry spring Are piping 'mong the trees. ​The soft blue sky, the spangled earth, The rich green woods, the streamlet's mirth— All Nature's voice cries loud—Be gay! Oh! 'tis the flowery month of May.
Hie to the woodlands, hie! The lambs frisk on the lea, And the little birds are singing blythe From every brake and tree. In every note that steals along Is heard the tale of their sweet song; 'Tis love that bids them chant—Be gay! Oh! 'tis the flowery month of May.
Hie to the woodlands, hie! And gather honey flowers On mossy bank and brackeny braes The long sweet summer hours. The cowslip and the sweet blue-bell, The wild rose and the pimpernell, And wild thyme too, all cry—Be gay! Oh! 'tis the flowery month of May.
The happy hour is nigh— I'll seek the shady grove, With her my heart longs for its own, And sing my notes of love. The purest flower from earth that springs, The sweetest bird on tree that sings, Are nought to her I bid—Be gay! Oh! 'tis the flowery month of May.