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# The Dandelion's pallid tube

The Dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the Grass, And Winter instantly becomes An infinite Alas —
The tube uplifts a signal Bud And then a shouting Flower, — The Proclamation of the Suns That sepulture is o'er.
# The Dandy Frightening the Squatter

About thirteen years ago, when the now flourishing young city of Hannibal, on the Mississippi River, was but a "wood-yard," surrounded by a few huts, belonging to some hardy "squatters," and such a thing as a steamboat was considered quite a sight, the following incident occurred:
A tall, brawny woodsman stood leaning against a tree which stood upon the bank of the river, gazing at some approaching object, which our readers would easily have discovered to be a steamboat.
About half an hour elapsed, and the boat was moored, and the hands busily engaged in taking on wood.
Now among the many passengers on this boat, both male and female, was a spruce young dandy, with a killing moustache, &c., who seemed bent on making an impression upon the hearts of the young ladies on board, and to do this, he thought he must perform some heroic deed. Observing our squatter friend, he imagined this to be a fine opportunity to bring himself into notice; so, stepping into the cabin, he said:
"Ladies, if you wish to enjoy a good laugh, step out on the guards. I intend to frighten that gentleman into fits who stands on the bank."
The ladies complied with the request, and our dandy drew from his bosom a formidable looking bowie-knife, and thrust it into his belt; then, taking a large horse-pistol in each hand, he seemed satisfied that all was right. Thus equipped, he strode on shore, with an air which seemed to say "The hopes of a nation depend on me." Marching up to the woodsman, he exclaimed:
"Found you at last, have I? You are the very man I've been looking for these three weeks! Say your prayers!" he continued, presenting his pistols, "you'll make a capital barn door, and I shall drill the key-hole myself!"
The squatter calmly surveyed him a moment, and then, drawing back a step, he planted his huge fist directly between the eyes of his astonished antagonist, who, in a moment, was floundering in the turbid waters of the Mississippi.
Every passenger on the boat had by this time collected on the guards, and the shout that now went up from the crowd speedily restored the crest-fallen hero to his senses, and, as he was sneaking off towards the boat, was thus accosted by his conqueror:
"I say, yeou, next time yeou come around drillin' key-holes, don't forget yer old acquaintances!"
The ladies unanimously voted the knife and pistols to the victor.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Five Nations/"Et Dona Ferentes"

"ET DONA FERENTES"
In extended observation of the ways and works of man, From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the plains of Hindustan: I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise, And the men of half creation damning half creation's eyes.
I have watched them in their tantrums, all that Pentecostal crew, French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew, Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white, But it never really mattered till the English grew polite;
​Till the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frock-coats, Till the men that do not duel, till the men who fight with votes, Till the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid, Began to "beg your pardon" and—the knowing croupier hid.
Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring the beer, Felt the psychologic moment, left the lit casino clear; But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul, Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl.
As it was in ancient Suez or 'neath wilder, milder skies, I "observe with apprehension" when the racial ructions rise; ​And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright, Hear the old casino order: "Watch your man, but be polite.
"Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore). Don't hit first, but move together (there's no hurry) to the door. Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells 'em how— 'Nous sommes allong à notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.'"
So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far ...
"Let 'em have it!" and they had it, and the same was serious war. Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot— Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot.
​Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, as a banner fluttered free; Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay; White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift— They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift.
Oh, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle runs— The pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sons— Measured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and unperturbed, Till we wake our Island-Devil—nowise cool for being curbed!
When the heir of all the ages "has the honour to remain," When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne'er so plain, ​When his lips are schooled to meekness, when his back is bowed to blows— Well the keen aas-vogels know it—well the waiting jackal knows.
Build on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-puffs float— Or bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat— Cock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite— But oh, beware my country, when my country grows polite!
# The Five Nations/"Wilful-Missing"

"WILFUL-MISSING"
There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare— It is the place where "wilful-missings" go, As we can testify, for we are there.
You may 'ave read a bullet laid us low, That we was gathered in "with reverent care" And buried proper. But it was not so, As we can testify, for we are there.
They can't be certain—faces alter so After the old aasvogel 's 'ad 'is share; The uniform's the mark by which they go— And—ain't it odd?—the one we best can spare.
We might 'ave seen our chance to cut the show— Name, number, record, an' begin elsewhere— Leavin' some not too late-lamented foe One funeral—private—British—for 'is share.
​We may 'ave took it yonder in the Low Bush-veldt that sends men stragglin' unaware Among the Kaffirs, till their columns go, An' they are left past call or count or care.
We might 'ave been your lovers long ago, 'Usbands or children—comfort or despair. Our death (an' burial) settles all we owe, An' why we done it is our own affair.
Marry again, and we will not say no, Nor come to bastardise the kids you bear; Wait on in 'ope—you've all your life below Before you'll ever 'ear us on the stair.
There is no need to give our reasons, though Gawd knows we all 'ad reasons which were fair; But other people might not judge 'em so, And now it doesn't matter what they were.
What man can size or weigh another's woe? There are some things too bitter 'ard to bear. Suffice it we 'ave finished—Domino! As we can testify, for we are there, In the side-world where "wilful-missings" go.
# The Five Nations/Bridge-Guard in the Karroo

First published in The Times, June 5, 1901.
BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO
"and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge."
District Orders—Lines of Communication.
Sudden the desert changes, The raw glare softens and clings, Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges Stand up like the thrones of kings—
Ramparts of slaughter and peril— Blazing, amazing—aglow 'Twixt the sky-line's belting beryl And the wine-dark flats below.
Royal the pageant closes, Lit by the last of the sun— Opal and ash-of-roses, Cinnamon, umber, and dun.
​The twilight swallows the thicket— The starlight reveals the ridge; The whistle shrills to the picket We are changing guard on the bridge.
(Few, forgotten and lonely, Where the empty metals shine— No, not combatants—only Details guarding the line.)
We slip through the broken panel Of fence by the ganger's shed; We drop to the waterless channel And the lean track overhead;
We stumble on refuse of rations, The beef and the biscuit-tins; We take our appointed stations, And the endless night begins.
We hear the Hottentot herders As the sheep click past to the fold— And the click of the restless girders As the steel contracts in the cold
​Voices of jackals calling And, loud in the hush between, A morsel of dry earth falling From the flanks of the scarred ravine.
And the solemn firmament marches, And the hosts of heaven rise Framed through the iron arches— Banded and barred by the ties,
Till we feel the far track humming, And we see her headlight plain, And we gather and wait her coming— The wonderful north-bound train.
(Few, forgotten and lonely, Where the white car-windows shine— No, not combatants—only Details guarding the line.)
Quick, ere the gift escape us! Out of the darkness we reach For a handful of week-old papers And a mouthful of human speech.
​And the monstrous heaven rejoices, And the earth allows again, Meetings, greetings, and voices Of women talking with men.
So we return to our places, As out on the bridge she rolls; And the darkness covers our faces, And the darkness re-enters our souls.
More than a little lonely Where the lessening tail-lights shine. No—not combatants—only Details guarding the line!
# The Five Nations/Boots

BOOTS
(INFANTRY COLUMNS OF THE EARLIER WAR)
We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa! Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa— (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war!
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day— Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before— (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war!
Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again); ​Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' 'em, An' there's no discharge in the war.
Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different— Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic! (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war.
Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers; If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again)— There's no discharge in the war!
We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness, But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em— Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war!
​'Tain't—so—bad—by—day because o' company, But night—brings—long—strings o' forty thousand million Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war!
I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify It—is—not—fire—devils dark or anything But boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war!
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot, Joseph Hale

Edition of 1920. See also the disclaimer.
ABBOT, Joseph Hale, American educator: b. Wilton, N. H., 26 Sept. 1802; d. 7 April 1873. He was graduated at Bowdoin in 1822, was tutor there 1825–27; and professor of mathematics Phillips Exeter Academy 1827–33; then taught a ladies' school in Boston; subsequently was principal of the Beverly, Mass., high school. He was for some years recording secretary of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and published valuable scientific papers in its ‘Transactions,’ besides writing on pneumatic and hydraulic problems, in which he made ingenious investigations. He was associate editor of Worcester's ‘Dictionary of the English Language’ (1860).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot of Joy

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ABBOT OF JOY, from the French “Abbé de Liesse,” a title conferred upon the head of a fraternity founded in Lille. He presided over the games that took place during the carnival at Arras and the neighboring communities, popularly known as the “Feast of the Ass.”
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot, Henry Larcom

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ABBOT, Henry Larcom, American military engineer: b. Beverly, Mass., 13 Aug. 1831; graduated at West Point 1854, and entered the engineer corps. Took part in the survey for a Pacific railroad and of the Mississippi River delta, served through the Civil War as engineer and artillerist, was wounded at Bull Run, and commanded the siege artillery before Richmond, an account of which be published in 1867. He was brevetted brigadier-general U. S. Army and major-general U. S. Volunteers. He long commanded the engineers' garrison at Willett's Point, N. Y., established an engineers' school, worked out the submarine defenses of the United States sea coast, and accomplished much in the improvement of mortar batteries and engineering equipment, etc.; was a member of the Gun Foundry Board and the Board of Fortifications and Defense, of that for the protection of the Mississippi basin, of that on the proposed canal from Pittsburg to Lake Erie, and of the technical Committee of the new Panama Canal Company. He drew the plans for the interior harbor at Manitowoc, Wis. He was retired in 1895. He has written besides ‘Physics and Hydraulics of the Mississippi’ (1861); ‘Problems of the Panama Canal in 1905 and 1907.’ He is a member of the Committee of the National Academy of Sciences to report on the slides obstructing the Panama Canal, appointed at the request of President Wilson in 1915.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbott, Alexander Crever

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ABBOTT, Alexander Crever, American hygienist: b. Baltimore, Md., 26 Feb. 1860. He was educated at Johns Hopkins University and at the universities of Maryland, Munich, and Berlin. He is a fellow of the College of Physicians in Philadelphia, and a member of numerous scientific societies; in 1900 was professor of hygiene and director of the laboratory of hygiene at the University of Pennsylvania. His publications include ‘The Principles of Bacteriology’ (1892, 1915); ‘The Hygiene of Transmissive Diseases’ (1899–1902), and numerous papers on bacteriology and hygiene.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot, Samuel

Edition of 1920. See also Samuel Abbot on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ABBOT, Samuel, American philanthropist: b. Andover, Mass., 25 Feb. 1732; d. 12 April 1812. He became a wealthy Boston merchant and gave $20,000 in 1807 toward funding Andover Seminary, with $100,000 more by will.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot, The

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ABBOT, The, by Sir Walter Scott. A sequel to ‘The Monastery,’ but dealing with more stirring situations. The time of the action is 1567–68. While the action goes on partly at Avenel Castel, and Halbert Glendinning of ‘The Monastery,’ as well as his brother Edward (now an abbot) figure prominently in the story, the reader finds that he has excnahged the humble events of the little border vale by Melrose for thrilling and romantic adventures at Lochleven Castle on its island in the lake, north of Edinburgh, where Mary Queen of Scots is imprisoned. The chief interest centres around the unfortunate queen. The framework of the tale it is claimed is historically true.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbot, Willis John

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ABBOT, Willis John, American author and editor, grandson of John S. C. Abbot; b. New Haven, Conn., 16 March 1863. He was graduated from the University of Michigan in 1884. In 1892 he became managing editor of the Chicago Times, holding this position for about a year. From 1896 to 1898 he was on the editorial staff of the New York Journal. His chief works are: ‘Blue Jackets of ’61’; ‘Blue Jackets of 1812’; ‘Battle Fields of 1861’; ‘The American Merchant Ships and Sailors’ (1902); ‘A Story of Our Navy for Young Americans’ (1910); ‘Panama and the Canal in Picture and Prose’ (1913).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbotsford

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ABBOTSFORD, a fording-place of the Tweed near its confluence with the Yarrow; the name given by Sir Walter Scott to his property there bought in 1811, in memory of its use by the monks of Melrose Abbey, it being at the time known as the Clarty [Filthy] Hole. The site is a low hillside on the southern bank, overlooked by the Selkirks. At first only a villa, now the west wing of the pile, he was seized with the idea of founding a great feudal family of the old Scotch pattern, with this for a baronial seat; and gradually added other sections, copying old Scotch mansions or ruins, or special features of them, making an irregular, rambling, picturesque abode, “a romance in stone and lime.” It remained in Scott's family for four generations, but has in recent years been leased to Americans. Consult Irving's ‘Abbotsford’ (London 1850); Lockhart's ‘Life of Scott’ (Edinburgh 1838); Scott, Mary ‘Abbotsford’ (New York 1893); Smith and Crockett ‘Abbotsford’ (ib., 1905).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbott

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ABBOTT, Frank Frost, American Latinist: b. Redding, Conn., 27 March 1860; graduated at Yale 1882; Latin tutor at Yale 1885–91; associate professor 1892; 1894, professor of Latin in the University of Chicago; 1901–02 annual professor of the American school of classical studies in Rome; becoming associate professor of classics in Princeton University; a frequent contributor to classical periodicals and associate editor of Classical Philology. He was written ‘A History of Roman Political Institutions’ (1901); ‘The Toledo Manuscript of the Germania of Tacitus’ (1903); ‘A History of Rome’ (1906); ‘Society and Politics in Ancient Rome’ (1909); ‘The Common People of Ancient Rome’ (1911); etc. He is vice-president of the American Philological Association.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Abbott, Austin

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ABBOTT, Austin, American law-writer, son of Jacob: b. Boston, 18 Dec. 1831; d. 1896. He was graduated at the University of the City of New York in 1851, and entered the practice of law; collaborated with his brother Benjamin in valuable legal compilations, digests, textbooks, etc.; was an able law lecturer, and dean of his alma mater's law school 1891–96. He was council for Theodore Tilton in the Beecher trial. With his brothers Benjamin and Lyman he wrote two novels, ‘Cone Cut Corners’ (1885) and ‘Matthew Caraby’ (1858).
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Drew, William Leworthy Goode

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​Drew, William Leworthy Goode, C.M.G., son of Captain George Drew, R.N., was born at Broadstairs, Kent, on Oct. 14th, 1826, and received his education at the Blue Coat School. After fourteen years in H.M.'s navy, five years as paymaster of H.M.S. Fantome on the Australian station, he settled in New South Wales in June 1856, and was appointed secretary to the Railway Commissioners, and afterwards secretary to the Marine Board of that colony. He then entered the Union Bank, Sydney; but his health failing he engaged in country pursuits. In Feb. 1862, however, he accepted the Under-Secretaryship of the Treasury of Queensland. In Oct. 1877 he was appointed Auditor-General of that colony—a post which he held till Dec. 1889, when he became Chairman of the Civil Service Board and of the Civil Service Investment. ​Board. Mr. Drew, who has been Chairman of the Immigration Board, Brisbane, since July 1883, was in 1855 made "Fleet Paymaster" by Queen's warrant. In 1891 he was created C.M.G.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Drury, Albert Victor

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​Drury, Albert Victor, son of the late Rev. William Drury, and brother of Lieut.-Colonel Edward Robert Drury, C.M.G. (q.v.), entered the Civil Service of Queensland in March 1862, and was appointed clerk of the Executive Council in Jan. 1867. He acted as private secretary to Sir Arthur R. Palmer, K.C.M.G., when Administrator of the Government from Oct. 1888 to May 1889.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Drury, Lieut.-Colonel Edward Robert

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​Drury, Lieut.-Colonel Edward Robert, C.M.G., J.P., is a son of the late Rev. William Drury, M.A., sometime a master at Harrow School, and tutor to the late Prince Consort and his brother and to the sons of the King of the Belgians, by his wife Anne, daughter of Robert Nicholas, M.P., of Ashton Keynes, Wilts. He was born and educated at Brussels, and in 1852 emigrated to Australia, entering the service of the Bank of Australasia in the following year. In 1860 he was appointed manager of that Bank in Brisbane; and in 1872 he became general manager of the Queensland National Bank, which appointment he still holds. Mr. Drury served in the first volunteer corps raised in Queensland in 1854, and holds the rank of lieut.-colonel commanding the Field Artillery of the Queensland Defence Force, and has several times filled the position of Acting Commandant. His services in connection with the force were favourably noticed by H.R.H. the Commander-in-Chief in 1883, and he was deputed by the Queensland Government to give evidence before the Royal Commission on the defence of British possessions, being created C.M.G. in 1885. Mr. Drury is consul for Belgium, and a J.P. of Queensland. He married, in 1869, Barbara, daughter of the late John Grahame, of Sydney, N.S.W.
# The Dictionary of Australasian Biography/Dry, Hon. Sir Richard

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​Dry, Hon. Sir Richard, formerly Speaker and Premier of Tasmania, was the son of an Irishman who was exiled to Van Diemen's Land in the early part of the century in connection with the United Ireland troubles. He was born at Elphin, near Launceston, Tasmania, on August 15th, 1815, and at an early age succeeded to his father's estate at Quamby. Having been appointed a member of the old Legislative Council, he became the leader of the party which sought to compel the Imperial Government to relieve the local Treasury of the expenses of the police and gaol system rendered necessary by the existence of convictism. This and the agitation for responsible government brought the non-official members of the council into collision with Governor Wilmot, who forced his financial measures through the Council with a high hand. The dispute came to a head in 1845, and after much unavailing opposition, Sir Richard Dry and five of his colleagues in the first instance absented themselves from the Legislative Council, so as to prevent the forming of a quorum, and ultimately resigned their seats in that body. Henceforward they were known as "the Patriotic Six," Sir Richard becoming the idol of the hour, and securing a popularity which his exceptional qualities enabled him to retain to the last hour of his life. In 1848 the Patriotic Six were reappointed to the Council by the Queen's mandate. As the first native politician to take the leading part in championing the rights of his native land, Sir Richard Dry will always be an interesting figure in Tasmanian history. When the first instalment of representative institutions was granted, in 1851, he was elected to the new Legislative Council for Launceston, and was chosen Speaker, a post which he retained till 1855, when he retired from ill-health, the Council complimenting him by a request that he should sit for his portrait to be placed on the walls of the chamber in which he had played so high-minded a part. Sir Richard subsequently visited England, and was knighted in 1858. After his return to the colony he re- entered Parliament, and took office as Premier and Colonial Secretary in Nov. ​1866, his term of power being ended by his death on August 1st, 1869. The "Dry Scholarship" was founded in his honour in connection with the Tasmanian Scholarships by public subscription. Sir Richard married a daughter of George Meredith, of Cambria, Great Swan Port, who still survives.