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# The Kobzar of the Ukraine/Kobzars

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Kobzars
These are the wandering minstrels of the Ukraine.
They play on an instrument called the Kobza which somewhat resembles a mandolin. Often in former days they were old prisoners of war—too old to work—so their Turkish captors first blinded them and then set them at liberty.
Wandering among the villages, guided by some little boy, they earned their bread by singing folk-songs and hero-tales to the accompaniment of the Kobza.
Shevchenko published his book of poems with the title "Kobzar."
# The Kobzar of the Ukraine/Memories of Freedom

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Memories of Freedom
Memories of Freedom Bring sweet sadness to the exile's heart And so lost liberty of mine I dream of thee. Never hast thou seemed to me So fresh and young And so surpassing fair As now in this foreign land. Alas! Alas! Freedom that I sang away Look at me from o'er the Dnieper, Smile at me from there. And thou my only love Risest o'er the sea so far. In the mist thy face appears Like the evening star. With thee, my only one Thou bring'st my youthful years. Before me like a sea— Hamlets fair in broad array, Cherry orchards, joyous crowds. This the village, This the people Who once as brothers Welcomed me. Mother! Dear old mother! Home of memories fond! Happy guests of days gone by!
Who gathered there in days gone by Simply to dance in the good old way From evening light till dawn. Do sun-burned youth And happy maidenhood Still dance in the dear old home? And thou, sweetheart of mine, Thou heartsease of mine, My sacred, dark-eyed one! Still amongst them dost thou walk Silent and proud? And with those blue-black eyes Still dost bewitch the peoples' souls? Still as of old Do they admire in vain Thy supple form? Goddess mine! fate of mine! How wee maidens Gather round thee, Chirping and prattling In the good old way.
Perchance, unwittingly, The children remember me, One makes a little jest of me. Smile, my heart! Just a little, little smile That no one sees. That's all. I, worse luck! Must pray to God in jail.
A Scene from Siberia. Shevchenko's painting.
# The Kobzar of the Ukraine/Life

LIFE
Born 1814, February 25.
24 years a serf, 9 years a freeman, 10 years a prisoner in Siberia, 3 1-2 years under police supervision.
Died 1861, February 26.
# The Life and Work of Friedrich Engels/Chapter 8

​ Constitutional Risings in Germany
The working classes failed to get their political liberties in the 1848 revolutions: the reaction triumphed.
But they learned some valuable lessons: they learnt to recognise the unreliability of the small property-owners; their treachery, and the need to rely on themselves alone as a class in their struggle with the bourgeoisie. Of course, the subsequent history of Europe shows that this lesson was not learnt thoroughly by all sections of the workers in all Europe; but the foremost ranks of the workers did learn the lesson, and after a short respite from the shock of their defeat there commenced a more definitely class-conscious action amongst the European working class.
In May, 1849, a portion of the Rhine province broke out in revolt, and as soon as Engels heard of this he hastened to the seat of action, to Elberfeld; but the workers being betrayed by the small bourgeoisie, the rising soon fizzled out. The Neue Rheinische Zeitung was suppressed, and after remaining in hiding in Cologne for a short time, Engels went to the Palatinate, which had risen, together with Baden, for a constitution for the whole German Empire. Here he joined a volunteer corps as adjutant. But this rising also failed, owing to the mismanagement and treachery of the South German Democrats—a small bourgeois party, which, supported by the workers, had led the rising. And it ended, as described by Engels, by a bloody massacre. Engels stopped with the conquered army to the very last, until all was hopelessly lost. He then went to Switzerland. The day after he arrived at Vevey, he writes to Mrs. Marx explaining his long silence, and the course of the rising. Although, he says, he had at first tried to stand aside from this soi-disant revolution, still, when he heard that the Prussians had come he could not keep himself from entering the ranks, Although he does not think much of the rising, on the whole he is glad that one from the Neue Rheinische Zeitung had taken part; otherwise the democrats might have denounced them as being too cowardly to fight. He is very anxious as to what has become of Marx, and says: "If only I were certain that Marx is free! I have often thought that there, in the midst of the Prussian bullets, I was in a much less dangerous post after all than the others in Germany, and particularly than Marx in Paris. Please relieve me immediately from this uncertainty."
In reply, Marx tells Engels how anxious they had been on his account ​and how delighted they were to hear from him again. He urges Engels to take the opportunity now to write a history or pamphlet on the rising.
When, in August, 1849, Marx was expelled from Paris and declared his intention to go to London, he writes to Engels urging him strongly also to come to London, both because it was unsafe for him to remain in Switzerland where the Prussians might get hold of him, and also for the sake of the work they could do together in London; and, indeed, very soon after, Engels followed Marx to London.
# The Lessons of the German Events

The Lessons OF THE German Events
Published by the Communist International
1924
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The Lessons of the German Events
Published by the Communist International
1924
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The Lessons of the German Events
The Presidium met to discuss the German question for the first time on January 8. A report was read by Comrade Losovsky on the Trade Union question. After the report there was a brief discussion.
The second meeting took place on January 11. There were present, apart from the members of the Presidium and the members of the Executive Council present in Moscow, several representatives of the Polish and Bulgarian parties and the representatives of the three sections in the C.P.G.
The discussion of the political question was conducted on the basis of five draft resolutions:—
A draft by Comrade Zinoviev,
A draft by Comrade Radek and Comrade Trotsky,
A draft by the representative of the Left,
A draft by the Centre,
and an agreed draft drawn up jointly by Comrade Zinoviev, two representatives of the Centre, Comrades Remmele and Keonen and Comrade Pieck.
The discussion was opened by a report by the representative of the E.C.C.I., which was followed by reports by Brandler, Remmele, and R. Fischer.
We give here the speeches delivered during the discussion as well as the speech of Comrade Zinoviev delivered at the meeting of the Commission of January 12. We also give a report of the progress of the work of the Commission, a report of the meetings of the Presidium on January 19 and 21, the results of the voting and in addition the statements entered in the minutes and resolutions carried.
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* I. The Report of the Representative of the Executive Council in Germany
* II. Comrade Brandler's Report
* III. Report of Comrade Remmele
* IV. Report of Comrade Ruth Fischer
* V. Speech by Comrade Zinoviev
* VI. The Commission and the Decisions
* VII. Documents
* VIII. The Work of the Party in the Trade Union Movement
* IX. Resolution of the Executive Committee of the Communist International on the Organisation of Factory Nuclei
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# The Literati of New York/No. I/George H. Colton

Mr. Colton is noted as the author of "Tecumseh," and as the originator and editor of "The American Review," a Whig magazine of the higher (that is to say, of the five dollar) class. I must not be understood as meaning any disrespect to the work. It is, in my opinion, by far the best of its order in this country, and is supported in page 196 the way of contribution by many of the very noblest intellects. Mr. Colton, if in nothing else, has shown himself a man of genius in his successful establishment of the magazine within so brief a period. It is now commencing its second year, and I can say, from my own personal knowledge, that its circulation exceeds two thousand — it is probably about two thousand five hundred. So marked and immediate a success has never been attained by any of our five dollar magazines, with the exception of "The Southern Literary Messenger," which, in the course of nineteen months, (subsequent to the seventh from its commencement,) attained a circulation of rather more than five thousand.
I cannot conscientiously call Mr. Colton a good editor, although I think that he will finally be so. He improves wonderfully with experience. His present defects are timidity and a lurking taint of partiality, amounting to positive prejudice (in the vulgar sense) for the literature of the Puritans. I do not think, however, that he is at all aware of such prepossession. His taste is rather unexceptionable than positively good. He has not, perhaps, sufficient fire within himself to appreciate it in others. Nevertheless, he endeavours to do so, and in this endeavour is not inapt to take opinions at secondhand — to adopt, I mean, the opinions of others. He is nervous, and a very trifling difficulty disconcerts him, without getting the better of a sort of dogged perseverance, which will make a thoroughly successful man of him in the end. He is (classically) well educated.
As a poet he has done better things than "Tecumseh," in whose length he has committed a radical and irreparable error, sufficient in itself to destroy a far better book. Some portions of it are truly poetical; very many portions belong to a high order of eloquence; it is invariably well versified, and has no glaring defects, but, upon the whole, is insufferably tedious. Some of the author's shorter compositions, published anonymously in his magazine, have afforded indications even of genius.
Mr. Colton is marked in his personal appearance. He is probably not more than thirty, but an air of constant thought (with a pair of spectacles) causes him to seem somewhat older. He is about five feet eight or nine in height, and fairly proportioned — neither stout nor thin. His forehead is quite intellectual. His mouth has a peculiar expression difficult to describe. Hair light and generally in disorder. He converses fluently and, upon the whole, well, but grandiloquently, and with a tone half tragical, half pulpital.
In character he is in the highest degree estimable, a most sincere, high-minded and altogether honorable man. He is unmarried.
# The Literati of New York/No. I/William Kirkland

Regarding poet William Kirkland.
Mr. William Kirkland — husband of the author of "A New Home" — has written much for the magazines, but has made no collection of his works. A series of "Letters from Abroad" have been among his most popular compositions. He was in Europe for some time, and is well acquainted with the French language and literature, as also with the German. He aided Dr. Turner in the late translation of Von Raumer's "America," published by the Langleys. One of his best magazine papers appeared in "The Columbian" — a review of the London Foreign Quarterly for April, 1844. The arrogance, ignorance and self-glorification of the Quarterly, with its gross injustice towards everything un-British, were severely and palpably exposed, and its narrow malignity shown to be especially mal-à-propos in a journal exclusively devoted to foreign concerns, and therefore presumably imbued with something of a cosmopolitan spirit. An article on "English and American Monthlies" in Godey's Magazine, and one entitled "Our English Visitors," in "The Columbian," have also been extensively read and admired. A valuable essay on "The Tyranny of Public Opinion in the United States," (published in "The Columbian" for December, 1845) demonstrates the truth of Jefferson's assertion, that in this country, which has set the world an example of physical liberty, the inquisition of popular sentiment overrules in practice the freedom asserted in theory by the laws. "The West, the Paradise of the Poor," and "The United States' Census for 1830 [1850]," the former in "The Democratic Review," the latter in "Hunt's Merchants' Magazine," with sundry essays in the daily papers, complete the list of Mr. Kirkland's works. It will be seen that he has written little, but that little is entitled to respect, for its simplicity and the evidence which it affords of scholarship and diligent research. Whatever Mr. Kirkland does is done carefully. He is occasionally very caustic, but seldom without cause. His style is vigorous, precise, and, notwithstanding his foreign acquirements, free from idiomatic peculiarities.
Mr. Kirkland is beloved by all who know him; in character mild, unassuming, benevolent, yet not without becoming energy at times; in person rather short and slight; features indistinctive; converses well and zealously, although his hearing is defective.
# The Literary World (1869-1919)

The Literary World is a periodical, published from 1869 to 1919 in London. It was a monthly supplement to the Christian World.
The Literary World: Choice Readings from the Best New Books, and Critical Reviews (London)
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# The Literati of New York

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A series appearing in 1846 Godey's Magazine from May to October.
* No. I
* No. II
* No. III
* No. IV
* No. V
* No. VI
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# The Literati of New York/No. I/George Bush

Regarding poet Reverend George Bush.
The Reverend George Bush is Professor of Hebrew in the University of New York, and has long been distinguished for the extent and variety of his attainments in oriental literature; indeed, as an oriental linguist it is probable that he has no equal among us. He has published a great deal, and his books have always the good fortune to attract attention throughout the civilized world. His "Treatise on the Millennium" is, perhaps, that of his earlier compositions by which he is most extensively as well as most favorably known. Of late days he has created a singular commotion in the realm of theology by his "Anastasis, or the Doctrine of the Resurrection: in which it is shown that the Doctrine of the Resurrection of the Body is not sanctioned by Reason or Revelation." This work has been zealously attacked, and as zealously defended by the professor and his friends. There can be no doubt that, up to this period, the Bushites have had the best of the battle. The "Anastasis" is lucidly, succinctly, vigorously and logically written, and proves, in my opinion, everything that it attempts — provided we admit the imaginary axioms from which it starts; and this is as much as can be well said of any theological disquisition under the sun. It might be hinted, too, in reference as well to Professor Bush as to his opponents, "que la plupart del sectes ont raison dans une bonne partie de ce qu'elles avancent, mais non pas en ce qu'elles nient." A subsequent work on "The Soul," by the author of "Anastasis," has made nearly as much noise as the "Anastasis" itself.
Taylor, who wrote so ingeniously "The Natural History of Enthusiasm," might have derived many a valuable hint from the study of Professor Bush. No man is more ardent in his theories; and these latter are neither few nor commonplace. He is a Mesmerist and a Swedenborgian — has lately been engaged in editing Swedenborg's works, publishing them in numbers. He converses with fervour, and often with eloquence. Very probably he will establish an independent church.
He is one of the most amiable men in the world, universally respected and beloved. His frank, unpretending simplicity of demeanour, is especially winning.
In person, he is tall, nearly six feet, and spare, with large bones. His countenance expresses rather benevolence and profound earnestness than high intelligence. The eyes are piercing; the other features, in general, massive. The forehead, phrenologically, indicates causality and comparison, with deficient ideality — the organization which induces strict logicality from insufficient premises. He walks with a slouching gait and with an air of abstraction. His dress is exceedingly plain. In respect to the arrangement about his study, he has many of the Magliabechian habits. He is, perhaps, fifty-five years of age, and seems to enjoy good health.
# The Maid's Tragedy/Act 5 Sc 1

Act V. Scene I.
Enter Evadne and a Gentleman.
Evad.SIR, is the King a-bed?
Gent.Madam, an hour ago.
Evad.Give me the Key then, and let none be near;
'Tis the King's Pleasure.
Gent.I understand you, Madam; would 'twere mine.
I must not wish good Rest unto your Ladyship.
Evad.You talk, you talk.
Gent.'Tis all I dare do, Madam; but the King will wake, and then———
Evad.Saving your Imagination, pray good Night, Sir.
Gent.A good Night be it then, and a long one, Madam; I am gone.
# The Maid's Tragedy

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The Maid's Tragedy was first published in 1619, but was probably written in the period 1608-11. This transcription is of an edition published in 1717. The play consists of five Acts, each containing more than one scene. Although the Acts are explicitly delineated, the scenes are not, although they can be identified from the limited stage directions included in the text.
THE
MAID’S
TRAGEDY.
Written by
Mr. FRANCIS BEAUMONT,
and
Mr. JOHN FLETCHER.
LONDON,
Printed for J. T. And Sold by J. Brown at the Black Swan without Temple-Bar, 1717.
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* Dramatis Personae
* Act I Scene I
* Act I Scene II
* Act II Scene I
* Act II Scene II
* Act III Scene I
* Act III Scene II
* Act IV Scene I
* Act IV Scene II
* Act V Scene I
* Act V Scene II
* Act V Scene III
* Act V Scene IV
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# The Life of Buddha/Part Three/17. The Meal at Cunda's
### 17. The Meal at Cunda's

THE Master and his disciples stopped at Pava, in the garden of Cunda, the blacksmith. Cunda came and paid homage to the Master, and said to him:
"My Lord, do me the honor of taking your meal at my home, to-morrow."
The Master accepted. The next day, Cunda had pork and other delicacies prepared for his guests. They arrived and took their seats. When the Master saw the pork, he pointed to it and said:
"No one but me could eat that, Cunda; you must keep it for me. My disciples will partake of the other delicacies."
When he had eaten, he said:
"Bury deep in the ground what I have left untouched; the Buddha alone can eat of such meat."
Then he left. The disciples followed.
They had gone only a short distance from Pava when the Master began to feel weary and sick. Ananda grieved, and he cursed Cunda, the blacksmith, for having offered the Master this fatal meal.
"Ananda," said the Master, "do not be angry with Cunda, the blacksmith. Great rewards are reserved to him for the food he gave me. Of all the meals I have ever had, two are most deserving of praise: the one that Sujata, and the other that Cunda, the blacksmith, served to me."
He overcame his weariness and presently he reached the banks of the Kakutstha. The river was peaceful and pure. The Master bathed in the limpid waters. After the bath, he drank, then went to a mango grove. There, he said to the monk Cundaka:
"Fold my cloak in four, that I may lie down and rest."
Cundaka cheerfully obeyed. He quickly folded the cloak in four and spread it on the ground. The Master lay down, and Cundaka sat beside him.
The Master rested a few hours. Then he set out again, and he finally arrived at Kusinagara. There, on the banks of the Hiranyavati, stood a pleasant, peaceful little wood.
The Master said:
"Go, Ananda, and prepare a couch for me between two twin trees. Have the head to the north. I am ill, Ananda."
Ananda prepared the couch, and the Master went and reclined on it.
# The Life of Buddha/Part Three/18. The Buddha Enters Nirvana
### 18. The Buddha Enters Nirvana

IT was not the season for trees to bloom, yet the two trees that sheltered the Master were covered with blossoms. The flowers fell gently upon his couch, and from the sky, sweet melodies slowly drifted down.
The Master said to pious Ananda:
"See: it is not the season for flowers, yet these trees have bloomed, and the blossoms are raining down upon me. Listen: the air is joyous with the songs that the happy Gods are singing in the sky in honor of the Buddha. But the Buddha is paid a more enduring honor than this. Monks, nuns, believers, all those who see the truth, all those who live within the law, they are the ones that do the Buddha supreme honor. Therefore you must live according to the law, Ananda, and, even in the most trivial matters, you must follow the sacred path of truth."
Ananda was weeping. He walked away, to hide his tears.
He thought, "For many misdeeds I have not yet been forgiven, and I shall be guilty of many more misdeeds. Oh, I am still far from the saintly goal, and he who took pity on me, the Master, is about to enter nirvana."
The Master called him back and said:
"Do not grieve, Ananda, do not despair. Remember my words: from all that delights us, from all that we love, we must one day be separated. How can that which is born he other than inconstant and perishable? How can that which is born, how can that which is created, endure for ever? Long have you honored me, Ananda; you have been a devoted friend. Yours was a happy friendship, and you were faithful to it in thought, in word and in deed. You have done great good, Ananda; continue in the right path, and you will be forgiven your former misdeeds."
Night came on. The inhabitants of Kusinagara had heard that the Master was reclining under two twin trees, and they came in great crowds to pay him homage. An aged hermit, Subhadra, appeared, and bowing before the Master, professed his belief in the Buddha, in the law and in the community; and Subhadra was the last of the faithful to have the joy of seeing the Master face to face.
The night was beautiful. Ananda was seated beside the Master. The Master said:
"Perhaps, Ananda, you will think, 'We no longer have a Master.' But you must not think that. The law remains, the law that I taught you; let it be your guide, Ananda, when I shall no longer be with you.
He said again:
"Verily, O monks, all that is created must perish. Never cease to struggle."
He was no longer of this world. His face was of luminous gold. His spirit ascended to the realms of ecstasy. He entered nirvana. The earth shook, and thunder rolled across the sky.
Near the ramparts, at dawn, they of Kusinagara built a great funeral pile, as though for a king of the world, and there they burned the body of the Blessed One.