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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 17

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
I HAVE writ three times to Mr. dean of St. Patrick's, without receiving so much as an acknowledgment of the receipt of my letters. At the same time, I hear of other letters, which his acquaintances receive from him. I believe I should hardly have brought myself to have written this, were it not to serve you and a friend at the same time.
I recommended one Mr. Mason, son of Mason gentleman of the queen's chapel, a barytone voice, for the vacancy of a singer in your cathedral. This letter was writ from Bath last September. The same Mason informs me, that there is another vacancy: therefore I renew my request. I believe you will hardly get a better; he has a pleasant mellow voice, and has sung several times in the king's chapel this winter, to the satisfaction of the audience. I beg at least your answer to this. Your friends in town, such as I know, are well. Mr. Pope is happy again, in having his mother recovered. Mr. Gay is gone to Scotland with the duke of Queensberry. He has about twenty lawsuits with booksellers for ​pirating his book. The king goes soon to Hanover. These are all the news I know. I hope you do not imagine I am so little concerned about your health, as not to desire to be informed of the state of it from yourself. I have been tolerably well this winter, I thank God. My brother Robin is here, and longs, as well as I, to know how you do. This with my best wishes and respects, from, dear sir, your most faithful humble servant,
JO. ARBUTHNOT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 15

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
LONDON, NOV. 30, 1727.
I HAVE heard, dear sir, with great pleasure, of your safe arrival; and, which is more, of the recovery of your health. I think it will be the best expedient for me to take a journey. You will know who the enclosed comes from; and I hope will value mine for what it contains. I think every one of your friends have heard from you, except myself. Either you have not done me justice, or your friends have not done you; for I have not heard from them of my name being mentioned in any of your letters. ​If my curiosity wanted only to be gratified, I do not stand in need of a letter from yourself, to inform me what you are doing; for there are people about court, who can tell me every thing that you do or say; so that you had best take care of your conduct. You see of what importance you are. However, all quarrels aside, I must ask you, if you have any interest (or do you think that I could have, or procure any) with my lord lieutenant, to advance a relation of mine, one captain Innes, I think in colonel Wilson's regiment, and now in Limerick? He is an exceeding worthy man, but has stuck long in a low post, for want of friends. Pray tell me which way I shall proceed in this matter.
I was yesterday with all your friends at St. James's. There is certainly a fatality upon poor Gay. As for hopes of preferment there by favour, he has laid it aside. He had made a pretty good bargain (that is, a Smithfield one) for a little place in the customhouse, which was to bring him in about a hundred a year. It was done as a favour to an old man, and not at all to Gay. When every thing was concluded, the man repented, and said, he would not part with his place. I have begged Gay not to buy an annuity upon my life; I am sure I should not live a week. I long to hear of the safe arrival of Dr. Delany. Pray, give my humble service to him.
As for news, it was writ from Spain, to me, from my brother in France, that the preliminaries were ratified, and yet the ministry know nothing of it. Nay, some of them told me, that the answer was rather surly. Lord Townshend is very ill; but I think, by the description of his case, it is not mortal. I was with our friend at the back stairs ​yesterday, and had the honour to be called in, and prettily chid for leaving off, &c. The first part of the discourse was about you, Mr. Pope, Curll, and myself. My family are well: they, and my brother in France, and one that is here, all give their service to you. If you had been so lucky as to have gone to Paris last summer, you would have had health, honour, and diversion in abundance; for I will promise, you would have recovered of the spleen. I shall add no more, but my kindest wishes, and that I am, with the greatest affection and respect, yours, &c.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 8

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
THIS serves for an envelope to the enclosed; for I cannot tell whether you care to hear from any of your friends on this side. In your last, I think, you desired me to let you alone to enjoy your own spleen. Can you purchase your fifty pounds a year in Wales as yet? I can tell you, beforehand, Lewis scorns to live with you there. He keeps company with the greatest, and is principal governor in many families. I have been in France; six weeks at Paris, and as much at Rouen; where, I can assure you, I hardly heard a word of news or politicks, except a little clutter about sending some impertinent presidents du parliament to prison, that had the impudence to talk for the laws and liberties of their country. I was asked for monsieur Swift by many people, I can assure you; and particularly by the duke d'Aumont. I was respectfully and kindly treated by many folks, and even by the great Mr. Laws. Amongst other things, I had the honour to carry an Irish lady to court, that was admired beyond ​all the ladies in France for her beauty. She had great honours done her. The hussar himself was ordered to bring her the king's cat to kiss. Her name is Bennet. Among other folks I saw your old friend lord Bolingbroke, who asked for you. He looks just as he did. Your friends here are in good health; not changed in their sentiments toward you. I left my two girls in France with their uncle, which was my chief business. I do not know that I have any friends on your side, beside Mr. Ford, to whom give my service, and to Dr. Parnell and Mr. Jervis.
If it be possible for you, obey the contents of the enclosed; which, I suppose, is a kind invitation. The dragon is just as he was, only all his old habits ten times stronger upon him than ever. Let me beg of ​you not to forget me, for I can never cease to love and esteem you, being ever your most affectionate and obliged humble servant,
JO. ARBUTHNOT.
* ↑ The contrivers of the Mississippi scheme.
* ↑ The celebrated beauty miss Nelly Bennet, on whom these lines were written: For when as Nelly came to France, (Invited by her cousins) Across the Thuilleries, each glance Killed Frenchmen by whole dozens.   The king, as he at dinner sat Did beckon to his hussar, And bid him bring his tabby cat, For charming Nell to buss her. The ladies were with rage provok'd, To see her so respected: The men look'd arch, as Nelly strok'd, And puss her tail erected. But not a man did look employ, Except on pretty Nelly; Then said the duke de Villeroi, Ah! qu'elle est bien jolie? The courtiers all, with one accord, Broke out in Nelly's praises; Admir'd her rose, and lis sans farde, Which are your terms Francoises.
* ↑ The very eminent painter.
# The Visions and Prophecies of Zechariah

THE VISIONS AND PROPHECIES OF ZECHARIAH
THE VISIONS & PROPHECIES OF ZECHARIAH:
"THE PROPHET OF HOPE AND OF GLORY"
AN EXPOSITION
BY DAVID BARON
AUTHOR OF "THE ANCIENT SCRIPTURES AND THE MODERN JEW" "TYPES, PSALMS, AND PROPHECIES" ETC. ETC.
MORGAN & SCOTT L$^{td.}$ 12, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS LONDON, E.C. MCMXVIII
CONTENTS
PART I
PART II
THE PROPHECIES
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# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Italia

Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide! Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen Because rich gold in every town is seen, And on thy sapphire-lake in tossing pride Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain! Look southward where Rome's desecrated town Lies mourning for her God-anointed King! Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing? Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down, And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
(Venice)
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Lotus Leaves

I
There is no peace beneath the moon,- Ah! in those meadows is there peace Where, girdled with a silver fleece, As a bright shepherd, strays the moon?
Queen of the gardens of the sky, Where stars like lilies, white and fair, Shine through the mists of frosty air, Oh, tarry, for the dawn is nigh!
Oh, tarry, for the envious day Stretches long hands to catch thy feet. Alas! but thou art overfleet, Alas! I know thou wilt not stay.
II
Eastward the dawn has broken red, The circling mists and shadows flee; Aurora rises from the sea, And leaves the crocus-flowered bed.
Eastward the silver arrows fall, Splintering the veil of holy night: And a long wave of yellow light Breaks silently on tower and hall.
And speeding wide across the wold Wakes into flight some fluttering bird; And all the chestnut tops are stirred, And all the branches streaked with gold.
III
To outer senses there is peace, A dream-like peace on either hand, Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence where the shadows cease,
Save for a cry that echoes shrill From some lone bird disconsolate; A curlew calling to its mate; The answer from the distant hill.
And, herald of my love to Him Who, waiting for the dawn, doth lie, The orbed maiden leaves the sky, And the white firs grow more dim.
IV
Up sprang the sun to run his race, The breeze blew fair on meadow and lea, But in the west I seemed to see The likeness of a human face.
A linnet on the hawthorn spray Sang of the glories of the spring, And made the flow’ring copses ring With gladness for the new-born day.
A lark from out the grass I trod Flew wildly, and was lost to view In the great seamless veil of blue That hangs before the face of God.
The willow whispered overhead That death is but a newer life And that with idle words of strife We bring dishonour on the dead.
I took a branch from off the tree, And hawthorn branches drenched with dew, I bound them with a sprig of yew, And made a garland fair to see.
I laid the flowers where He lies (Warm leaves and flowers on the stones): What joy I had to sit alone Till evening broke on tired eyes:
Till all the shifting clouds had spun A robe of gold for God to wear And into seas of purple air Sank the bright galley of the sun.
V
Shall I be gladdened for the day, And let my inner heart be stirred By murmuring tree or song of bird, And sorrow at the wild winds’ play?
Not so, such idle dreams belong To souls of lesser depth than mine; I feel that I am half divine; I know that I am great and strong.
I know that every forest tree By labour rises from the root I know that none shall gather fruit By sailing on the barren sea.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Madonna Mia

A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain: Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain, Red underlip drawn in for fear of love, And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove, Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease, Even to kiss her feet I am not bold, Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe. Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Louis Napoleon

Louis Napoleon.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/My Voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure---You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For very weeping is my gladness fled, Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion, And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell Of viols, or the music, of the sea That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/La Bella Donna della Mia Mente

My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name My lips have now forgot to sing.
O Linnet in the wild-rose brake Strain for my Love thy melody, O Lark sing louder for love's sake, My gentle Lady passeth by.
She is too fair for any man To see or hold his heart's delight, Fairer than Queen or courtesan Or moonlit water in the night.
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves Of autumn corn are not more fair.
Her little lips, more made to kiss Than to cry bitterly for pain, Are tremulous as brook-water is, Or roses after evening rain.
Her neck is like white melilote Flushing for pleasure of the sun, The throbbing of the linnet's throat Is not so sweet to look upon.
As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded, in her crimson mouth, Her cheeks are as the fading stain Where the peach reddens to the south.
O twining hands! O delicate White body made for love and pain! O House of love! O desolate Pale flower beaten by the rain!
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Libertatis Sacra Fames

Albeit nurtured in democracy, And liking best that state republican Where every man is Kinglike and no man Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see, Spite of this modern fret for Liberty, Better the rule of One, whom all obey, Than to let clamorous demagogues betray Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street For no right cause, beneath whose ignorant reign Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade, Save Treason and the dagger of her trade, And Murder with his silent bloody feet.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Magdalen Walks

The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze, The odour of leaves and of grass, and of newly upturned earth, The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth, Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green, And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
See! the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there, Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew, And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue! The kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
# The Writings of Oscar Wilde/Volume 1/Le Jardin des Tuileries

THIS winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children run Like little things of dancing gold.
Sometimes about the painted kiosk The mimic soldiers strut and stride, Sometimes the blue-eyed brigands hide In the bleak tangles of the bosk.
And sometimes, while the old nurse cons Her book, they steal across the square, And launch their paper navies where Huge Triton writhes in greenish bronze.
And now in mimic flight they flee, And now they rush, a boisterous band--- And, tiny hand on tiny hand, Climb up the black and leafless tree.
Ah! cruel tree! if I were you, And children climbed me, for their sake Though it be winter I would break Into spring blossoms white and blue!
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/De Profundis

"De Profundis"
By S. Cornish Watkins
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Fleurs de Feu

Fleurs de Feu
By José Maria de Heredia
of the French Academy
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/"Tell me not Now"

"Tell me not Now"
By William Watson
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/A Sunset

A Sunset
By William Hyde
# The Yellow Book/Volume 3

Contents
The Yellow Book
Volume III October, 1894
The Editor of The Yellow Book can in no case hold himself responsible for rejected manuscripts; when, however, they are accompanied by stamped addressed envelopes, every effort will be made to secure their prompt return.
The Yellow Book
An Illustrated Quarterly
Volume IIIOctober, 1894
London: John Lane, The Bodley Head, Vigo Street
Boston: Copeland & Day
Agents for the Colonies: Robt. A. Thompson & Co.
Ballantyne Press
London & Edinburgh
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1958, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 65 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 3/Credo

Credo
By Arthur Symons
# The World Factbook (1982)/Wallis and Futuna
## WALLIS AND FUTUNAWALLIS AND FUTUNA

* (See reference map X)

### LANDLAND

About 207 km$^2$

### WATERWATER

Limits of territorial waters: 12 nm (fishing 200 nm; exclusive economic zone 200 nm)
Coastline: about 129 km

### PEOPLEPEOPLE

Population: 11,000 (July 1982) average annual growth rate 3.0%
Nationality: noun—Wallisian(s), Futunan(s), or Wallis and Futuna Islanders; adjective—Wallisian, Futunan, or Wallis and Futuna Islander
Ethnic divisions: almost entirely Polynesian
Religion: largely Roman Catholic

### GOVERNMENTGOVERNMENT

Official name: Territory of the Wallis and Futuna Islands
Type: overseas territory of France
Capital: Matu Utu
Political subdivisions: 3 districts
Branches: territorial assembly of 20 members; popular election of one deputy to National Assembly in Paris and one senator
Government leaders: Superior Administrator Pierre ISSAC; President of Territorial Assembly Robert THIL
Suffrage: universal adult
Elections: every five years

### ECONOMYECONOMY

Agriculture: dominated by coconut production with subsistence crops of yams, taro, bananas
Electric power: 1,000 kW capacity (1981); 1 million kWh produced (1981), 133 kWh per capita
Exports: negligible
Imports: $3.4 million (1977); largely foodstuffs and some equipment associated with development programs
Aid: (1978) France, European Development Fund, $2.6 million
Monetary conversion rate: 75 Colonial Franc Pacifique (CFP)=US$1

### COMMUNICATIONSCOMMUNICATIONS

Highways: 100 km of improved road on Uvea Island (1977)
Ports: 2 minor
Airfields: 2 total, 2 usable; 1 with permanent-surface runways, 1 with runways 1,220-2,439 m
Telecommunications: 148 telephones (1.6 per 100 popl.)

### DEFENSE FORCESDEFENSE FORCES

No formal defense structure; no regular armed forces