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# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Palmer, Edward Gascoigne

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​PALMER. (Lieut., 1809. f-p., 36; h-p., 8.)
Edward Gascoigne Palmer entered the Navy, 20 June, 1803, under the auspices of H.R.H. the Duke of Kent, as Fst.-cl. Vol., on board the Donegal 74, Capts. Sir Rich. John Strachan and Pulteney Malcolm. In the following year he was present, we believe, at the capture of the Spanish 44-gun frigate Amfitrite, and of a ship with a cargo on board worth 200,000l.; and in 1805 he accompanied Lord Nelson to the West Indies and back in pursuit of the combined fleets. On 6 Feb. 1806, after having assisted at the capture of El Rayo of 100 guns, one of the ships recently defeated at Trafalgar, he took part with Sir John Thos. Duckworth in the action off St. Domingo. On leaving the Donegal, of which ship he had been constituted Midshipman in July, 1805, he became, 7 July, 1806, Master’s Mate of the Kingfisher 18, Capt. Geo. Fras. Seymour; whom, in Jan. 1807, he followed into the Aurora 28. In that frigate, and in the Kingfisher, to which vessel, commanded by Capts. Wm. Hepenstall and Ewell Tritton, he returned in June, 1808, Mr. Palmer saw much boat-service in the Mediterranean, and was on one occasion wounded by the fire of a polacre near Corfu. He obtained his commission 19 Oct. 1809, and was subsequently appointed, chiefly in the capacity of First-Lieutenant – 28 Oct. 1809, and 1 June, 1810, to the Rinaldo 10, and Oberon 16, Capts. Jas. Anderson and Jas. Murray, both in the Downs – 14 Dec. 1811, to the Warrior 74, Capt. Hon. Geo. Byng, off Flushing – 12 Feb. 1813, to the Cossack 22 Capt. Fras. Stanfell, on the Jamaica station – 7 March, 1814, to the Caledonia 120, flag-ship of Lord Exmouth, under whom he beheld the fall of Genoa – and, 23 Oct. 1815 (after a few months of half-pay), to the Esk 20, Capt. Geo. Gustavus Lennock, fitting for the West Indies, whence he invalided in 1817. In the Rinaldo, whose force consisted of 8 18-pounder carronades and 2 long sixes, with a complement of 65 men, Mr. Palmer led the boarders, and was badly wounded in the leg, at the capture, 7 Dec. 1809, after some resistance, of Le Maraudeur French privateer, of 14 guns and 66 men, 5 of whom were wounded. His appointments, since he left the Esk, have been – in 1824, for three years, to the Ordinary at Sheerness – 24 Nov. 1827, and 19 Feb. 1830, as a Supernumerary, to the Ramillies and Talavera Coast Blockade Ships, both commanded by Capt. Hugh Pigot – 15 Jan. 1831, to the Coast Guard – 14 Oct. 1831, to a three-years’ command of the Cheerful Revenue-vessel – and, 11 June, 1835, again to the Coast Guard, in which service he continues.
Lieut. Palmer married, 3 Aug. 1831, Harriet, relict of the late Higgles Bayley, Esq., of Cape Coast Castle, by whom he has issue one child.
# A Diversity of Creatures/MacDonough's Song

The song as sung in As Easy as A.B.C..
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MACDONOUGH'S SONG
Whether the State can loose and bind
 In Heaven as well as on Earth:
If it be wiser to kill mankind
 Before or after the birth—
These are matters of high concern
 Where State-kept schoolmen are;
But Holy State (we have lived to learn)
 Endeth in Holy War.
Whether The People be led by the Lord,
 Or lured by the loudest throat:
If it be quicker to die by the sword
 Or cheaper to die by vote—
These are the things we have dealt with once,
 (And they will not rise from their grave)
For Holy People, however it runs,
 Endeth in wholly Slave.
Whatsoever, for any cause,
 Seeketh to take or give,
Power above or beyond the Laws,
 Suffer it not to live!
Holy State or Holy King—
 Or Holy People's Will—
Have no truck with the senseless thing.
 Order the guns and kill!
 Saying— after—me:—
Once there was The People—Terror gave it birth;
Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth.
Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain!
Once there was The People—it shall never be again!
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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# A Diversity of Creatures/Rebirth

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REBIRTH
If any God should say "I will restore The world her yesterday Whole as before My Judgment blasted it"—who would not lift Heart, eye, and hand in passion o'er the gift?
If any God should will To wipe from mind The memory of this ill Which is mankind In soul and substance now—who would not bless Even to tears His loving-tenderness?
If any God should give Us leave to fly These present deaths we live, And safely die In those lost lives we lived ere we were born— What man but would not laugh the excuse to scorn?
For we are what we are— So broke to blood And the strict works of war— So long subdued To sacrifice, that threadbare Death commands Hardly observance at our busier hands.
Yet we were what we were, And, fashioned so, It pleases us to stare At the far show Of unbelievable years and shapes that flit, In our own likeness, on the edge of it.
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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# A Diversity of Creatures/The Beginnings

Poem, related to the previous story Mary Postgate
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THE BEGINNINGS
It was not part of their blood,
 It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
 When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
 They were icy willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
 Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
 Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
 When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
 It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
 When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
 It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
 When Time shall count from the date
 That the English began to hate.
Printed by R. & R. Clark, Limited, Edinburgh.
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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# A Diversity of Creatures/The Children

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THE CHILDREN
These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight. We have only the memory left of their home-treasured sayings and laughter. The price of our loss shall be paid to our hands, not another's hereafter. Neither the Alien nor Priest shall decide on it. That is our right. But who shall return us the children?
At the hour the Barbarian chose to disclose his pretences, And raged against Man, they engaged, on the breasts that they bared for us, The first felon-stroke of the sword he had long-time prepared for us— Their bodies were all our defence while we wrought our defences.
They bought us anew with their blood, forbearing to blame us, Those hours which we had not made good when the Judgment o'ercame us.
They believed us and perished for it. Our state-craft, our learning Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burning Whither they mirthfully hastened as jostling for honour. Not since her birth has our Earth seen such worth loosed upon her.
Nor was their agony brief, or once only imposed on them. The wounded, the war-spent, the sick received no exemption: Being cured they returned and endured and achieved our redemption, Hopeless themselves of relief, till Death, marvelling, closed on them.
That flesh we had nursed from the first in all cleanness was given To corruption unveiled and assailed by the malice of Heaven— By the heart-shaking jests of Decay where it lolled on the wires— To be blanched or gay-painted by fumes—to be cindered by fires— To be senselessly tossed and retossed in stale mutilation From crater to crater. For this we shall take expiation. But who shall return us our children?
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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# A Diversity of Creatures/The Comforters

See related (previous) story, The Dog Hervey
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THE COMFORTERS
Until thy feet have trod the Road Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break in upon the Broke.
Chase not with undesired largesse Of sympathy the heart Which, knowing her own bitterness, Presumes to dwell apart.
Employ not that glad hand to raise The God-forgotten head To Heaven, and all the neighbours' gaze— Cover thy mouth instead.
The quivering chin, the bitten lip, The cold and sweating brow, Later may yearn for fellowship— Not now, you ass, not now!
Time, not thy ne'er so timely speech, Life, not thy views thereon, Shall furnish or deny to each His consolation.
Or, if impelled to interfere, Exhort, uplift, advise, Lend not a base, betraying ear To all the victim's cries.
Only the Lord can understand When those first pangs begin, How much is reflex action and How much is really sin.
E'en from good words thyself refrain, And tremblingly admit There is no anodyne for pain Except the shock of it.
So, when thine own dark hour shall fall, Unchallenged canst thou say: 'I never worried you at all, For God's sake go away!'
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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# A Diversity of Creatures/Jobson's Amen

Related to the previous story, In the Presence
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JOBSON'S AMEN
'Blessed be the English and all their ways and works. Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!' 'Amen,' quo' Jobson, 'but where I used to lie Was neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by:
'But a palm-tree in full bearing, bowing down, bowing down, To a surf that drove unsparing at the brown-walled town— Conches in a temple, oil-lamps in a dome— And a low moon out of Africa said: "This way home!"'
'Blessed be the English and all that they profess. Cursed be the Savages that prance in nakedness!' 'Amen,' quo' Jobson, 'but where I used to lie Was neither shirt nor pantaloons to catch my brethren by:
'But a well-wheel slowly creaking, going round, going round, By a water-channel leaking over drowned, warm ground— Parrots very busy in the trellised pepper-vine— And a high sun over Asia shouting: "Rise and shine!"'
'Blessed be the English and everything they own. Cursed be the Infidels that bow to wood and stone!' 'Amen,' quo' Jobson, 'but where I used to lie Was neither pew nor Gospelleer to save my brethren by:
'But a desert stretched and stricken, left and right, left and right, Where the piled mirages thicken under white-hot light— A skull beneath a sand-hill and a viper coiled inside— And a red wind out of Libya roaring: "Run and hide!"'
'Blessed be the English and all they make or do. Cursed be the Hereticks who doubt that this is true!' 'Amen,' quo' Jobson, 'but where I mean to die Is neither rule nor calliper to judge the matter by:
'But Himalaya heavenward-heading, sheer and vast, sheer and vast, In a million summits bedding on the last world's past; A certain sacred mountain where the scented cedars climb, And—the feet of my Beloved hurrying back through Time!'
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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# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 29

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ŌSHI-KŌCHI NO MITSUNE
Kokoro-ate ni Orabaya oramu Hatsu shimo no Oki madowaseru Shira giku no hana.
MITSUNE ŌSHI-KŌCHI
It was a white chrysanthemum I came to take away; But, which are coloured, which are white, I’m half afraid to say, So thick the frost to-day!
Mitsune lived some time in the beginning of the tenth century, and was one of the compilers of Odes Ancient and Modern (the Kokinshiu). The illustration shows him with a boy in attendance, trying to make up his mind which flower he will pick.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 32

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HARUMICHI NO TSURAKI
Yama gawa ni Kaze no kaketaru Shigarami wa Nagare mo aenu Momiji nari keri.
TSURAKI HARUMICHI
The stormy winds of yesterday The maple branches shook; And see! a mass of crimson leaves Has lodged within that nook, And choked the mountain brook.
The writer of this verse died in the year 864.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 28

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MINAMOTO NO MUNE-YUKI ASON
Yama zato wa Fuyu zo sabishisa Masari keru Hito-me mo kusa mo Karenu to omoeba.
THE MINISTER MUNE-YUKI MINAMOTO
The mountain village solitude In winter time I dread; It seems as if, when friends are gone, And trees their leaves have shed, All men and plants are dead.
The poet was a grandson of the Emperor Kwōkō, and died A.D. 940. The Minamoto family, who sprang from the Emperor Seiwa, who reigned 856–877, was at one time very powerful, and produced many famous men, including Yoritomo, the great founder of the Shōgunate. The Taira family and the Minamotos were the Yorks and Lancasters of mediaeval Japan; but, after thirty years of warfare, Yoritomo finally defeated his rivals in a great battle fought at Dan-no-ura, in the Straits of Shimonoseki, in 1185; the entire Taira family was exterminated, including women and children, and the infant Emperor Antoku. The Minamoto clan themselves became extinct in 1219, when Sanetomo was murdered at Kamakura, as related in the note to verse No. 93.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 30

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NIBU NO TADAMINE
Ariake no Tsurenaku mieshi Wakare yori Akatsuki bakari Uki-mono wa nashi.
TADAMINE NIBU
I hate the cold unfriendly moon, That shines at early morn; And nothing seems so sad and grey, When I am left forlorn, As day’s returning dawn.
The writer lived to the age of ninety-nine, and died in the year 965. He was, like the composer of the previous verse, one of the compilers of the Kokinshiu, and was also the father of the author of verse No. 41.
The picture seems to show the poet all alone looking out at the early dawn, but the moon is not visible.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 35

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KINO TSURA-YUKI
Hito wa iza Kokoro mo shirazu Furu sato wa Hana zo mukashi no Ka ni nioi keru.
TSURA-YUKI KINO
The village of my youth is gone, New faces meet my gaze; But still the blossoms at thy gate, Whose perfume scents the ways, Recall my childhood’s days.
The writer of this verse, who lived A.D. 884–946, was a nobleman at Court, one of the greatest of the classical poets, and the first writer of Japanese prose. He was the chief compiler of the Kokinshiu, in which work he was assisted by the authors of verses Nos. 29, 30, and 33. This work consists of twenty volumes, containing some eleven hundred verses, and was completed in the year 922. It is related that Tsura-yuki once visited a friend after a long absence; and on being asked jestingly by the latter, how he could remember the way after such a long interval of time, the poet broke off a spray of blossoms from a plum tree growing at the entrance, and presented it to his friend with this impromptu verse.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 31

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SAKA-NO-UYE NO KORENORI
Asaborake Ariake no tsuki to Miru made ni Yoshino no sato ni Fureru shira yuki.
KORENORI SAKA-NO-UYE
Surely the morning moon, I thought, Has bathed the hill in light; But, no; I see it is the snow That, falling in the night, Has made Yoshino white.
Little is known about this poet, but he is said to have lived some time in the tenth century. Yoshino is a mountain village in the Province of Yamato, famous for its cherry blossoms; at one time it contained the Imperial Summer Palace. In the illustration we see the poet looking across at the village on the hills all covered with snow.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 33

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KINO TOMONORI
Hisakata no Hikari nodokeki Haru no hi ni Shizu kokoro naku Hana no chiruramu.
TOMONORI KINO
The spring has come, and once again The sun shines in the sky; So gently smile the heavens, that It almost makes me cry, When blossoms droop and die.
Tomonori Kino was the grandson of Uchisukune Take, a famous warrior, and nephew of Tsura-yuki, who composed verse No. 35; he was one of the compilers of the Kokinshiu, and died at the beginning of the tenth century. He refers in this verse to the fall of the cherry blossoms.
Hisakata is a ‘pillow-word’ for heaven, without any definite meaning in the present day; it is generally used in poetry in conjunction with such words as sun, moon, sky, or, as in this case, ‘the light’ (of heaven).
The picture shows the poet with his attendant, watching the petals falling from the cherry tree.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 27

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CHŪ-NAGON KANESUKE
Mika no hara Wakite nagaruru Izumi gawa Itsu miki tote ka Koishi-karuramu.
THE IMPERIAL ADVISER KANESUKE
Oh! rippling River Izumi, That flows through Mika plain, Why should the maid I saw but now And soon shall see again Torment my love-sick brain?
Kanesuke was a member of the Fujiwara family; he died in the year 933. The River Izumi is in the Province of Yamashiro.
The word-plays in this verse are—Izumi, in the third line, which is imitated in the next line, and Mika, which is also repeated in the third line. The first three lines of this verse, about the river flowing through the plain, form a ‘preface’, and appear to be inserted merely because itsu miki (when I have seen her) sounds like Izumi.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 3

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KAKI-NO-MOTO NO HITOMARO
Ashibiki no Yamadori no o no Shidario no Naga-nagashi yo wo Hitori ka mo nemu.
THE NOBLEMAN KAKI-NO-MOTO
Long is the mountain pheasant’s tail That curves down in its flight; But longer still, it seems to me, Left in my lonely plight, Is this unending night.
The writer was a foundling, picked up and adopted by Abaye at the foot of a persimmon tree, which is in Japanese kaki, from which he got his name. He was an attendant on the Emperor Mommu, who reigned A.D. 697–707, and was one of the great poets of the early days of Japan; he is known as the rival of Akahito Yamabe (see next verse), and after death was deified as a God of Poetry. There is a temple erected in his honour at Ichi-no-Moto, and another at Akashi, not far from Kobe; he died in the year 737.
In the fourth line nagashi may be taken as the adjective ‘long’, or the verb ‘to drift along’; and yo may mean either ‘night’ or ‘life’; so that this line, which I have taken as ‘long, long is the night’, may also mean ‘my life is drifting, drifting along’. Yamadori (pheasant) is literally ‘mountain bird’, and ashibiki is a pillow-word for mountain, which is itself the first half of the word for pheasant.
# A Hundred Verses from Old Japan/Poem 34

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FUJIWARA NO OKI-KAZE
Tare wo ka mo Shiru hito nisemu Takasago no Matsu mo mukashi no Tomo nara-naku ni.
OKI-KAZE FUJIWARA
Gone are my old familiar friends, The men I used to know; Yet still on Takasago beach The same old pine trees grow, That I knew long ago.
Oki-kaze, the son of Michinari, was an official in the Province of Sagami in the year 911; the date of his death is unknown, but he is mentioned as being alive as late as the year 914. Takasago, which is mentioned again in verse No. 73, is a seaside place in the Province of Harima, famous for its pine trees; the pine tree is one of the recognized emblems of long life in Japan, because it is believed that after a thousand years its sap turns to amber.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Bury, Lady Charlotte

​Bury, Lady Charlotte (1775-1861).—Novelist, dau. of the 5th Duke of Argyll, and m. first to Col. J. Campbell, and second to Rev. E. J. Bury, wrote a number of novels—Flirtation, Separation, The Divorced, etc., but is chiefly remembered in connection with a Diary illustrative of the Times of George IV. (1838), a somewhat scandalous work generally, and probably correctly, ascribed to her. She also wrote some poems and two devotional works. She held for some time an appointment in the household of the Princess of Wales.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Butler, Samuel (satirist)

​Butler, Samuel (1612-1680).—Satirist, was the s. of a Worcestershire farmer. In early youth he was page to the Countess of Kent, and thereafter clerk to various Puritan justices, some of whom are believed to have suggested characters in Hudibras. After the Restoration he became Sec. to the Lord Pres. of Wales, and about the same time m. a Mrs. Herbert, a widow with a jointure, which, however, was lost. In 1663 the first part of Hudibras was pub., and the other two in 1664 and 1668 respectively. This work, which is to a certain extent modelled on Don Quixote, stands at the head of the satirical literature of England, and for wit and compressed thought has few rivals in any language. It is directed against the Puritans, and while it holds up to ridicule the extravagancies into which many of the party ran, it entirely fails to do justice to their virtues and their services to liberty, civil and religious. Many of its brilliant couplets have passed into the proverbial commonplaces of the language, and few who use them have any idea of their source. Butler, notwithstanding the popularity of his work, was neglected by the Court, and d. in poverty.
Ed. of B.'s works have been issued by Bell (3 vols., 1813), and Johnson (2 vols., 1893).
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Burton, John Hill

​Burton, John Hill (1809-1881).—Historian, was b. and ed. at Aberdeen, was in 1831 called to the Bar, but had little practice, and in 1854 was appointed Sec. to the Prison Board of Scotland, and in 1877 a Commissioner of Prisons. He became at an early period of his life a contributor to Blackwood's Magazine and other periodicals, and in 1846 pub. a life of Hume, which attracted considerable attention, and was followed by Lives of Lord Lovat and Lord President Forbes. He began his career as an historian by the publication in 1853 of History of Scotland from the Revolution to the Extinction of the last Jacobite Insurrection, to which he added (1867-70) History of Scotland from Agricola's Invasion to the Revolution, in 7 vols., thus completing a continuous narrative. Subsequently he pub. a History of the Reign of Queen Anne (1880). Other works of a lighter kind were The Book-Hunter (1862), and The Scot Abroad (1864). B.'s historical works display much research and a spirit of candour and honesty, and have picturesque and spirited passages, but the style is unequal, and frequently lacks dignity. On the whole, however, his is regarded as the most generally trustworthy and valuable history of Scotland at present existing.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Burton, Robert

​Burton, Robert (1577-1640).—Miscellaneous writer, b. at Lindley, Leicestershire, and ed. at Oxf., took orders, and became Vicar of St. Thomas, Oxf., 1616, and Rector of Segrave, Leicestershire, 1630. Subject to depression of spirits, he wrote as an antidote the singular book which has given him fame. The Anatomy of Melancholy, in which he appears under the name of Democritus Junior, was pub. in 1621, and had great popularity. In the words of Warton, "The author's variety of learning, his quotations from rare and curious books, his pedantry sparkling with rude wit and shapeless elegance ... have rendered it a repertory of amusement and information." It has also proved a store-house from which later authors have not scrupled to draw without acknowledgment. It was a favourite book of Dr. Johnson. B. was a mathematician and dabbled in astrology. When not under depression he was an amusing companion, "very merry, facete, and juvenile," and a person of "great honesty, plain dealing, and charity."
The best ed. is that of Rev. A.R. Shilleto, with introduction by A.H. Bullen (3 vols. 1893).
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Bury, Richard de

​Bury, Richard de (1281-1345).—S. of Sir Richard Aungerville, b. at Bury St. Edmunds, studied at Oxf., and was a Benedictine monk, became tutor to Edward III. when Prince of Wales, and Bishop of Durham, and held many offices of State. He was a patron of learning, and one of the first English collectors of books, and he wrote his work, Philobiblon, in praise of books, and founded a library at Durham.