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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/My Cottage Home
## My Cottage Home

My cottage home! my cottage home! How beautiful it lies, Amid its quiet loveliness, Beneath our bright blue skies. A stranger's eye might mark it not, Nor deem that it was fair;— To me it is a lovely spot, For those I love are there.
In summer there are wild flowers round, And the tall forest weaves A drapery of light and shade, With its green and pleasant leaves; And thousand birds are pouring out, To the gay and singing breeze, From the wild joys of their leaping hearts, A thousand melodies.
The shadowing of an oak's green boughs Is flung the low roof o'er; And clambering vines their blossoms hang About the open door. And round the harvest's ripening wealth Waves in its yellow light; And the feathery tassels of the maize Bend gracefully and slight.
But were it thousand times more fair— If o'er the fertile soil Oppression shook her manacles, And scourged the slave to toil— To me the rudest desert wild Were better for my home, So never on its arid breeze The voice of wrong might come.
But round my home, my cottage home, The tyrant never treads, And o'er the field's luxuriant wealth No slave his sad tear sheds. And were it not that I have learn'd In other scenes to know Of deeds of cruelty and wrong, And of the oppress'd ones’ woe— And were it not that still a tale Is wafted on the air, Telling of fearful injuries, And anguish and despair; I might, perchance, almost forget The guilt and wrongs of earth, And deem that brightness gleam'd, alone, Around the household hearth.
But woe for man's dark cruelty! His selfishness and pride! For him the earth is drench'd with tears, With human life-blood dyed. In his own freedom glorying, He lifts his voice on high, While on his brother's shrinking form His crushing fetters lie.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Heaven Help Ye
## Heaven Help Ye

Heaven help ye, lorn ones! bending 'Neath your weary life of pain, Tears of ceaseless anguish blending With the bitter cup ye drain; Yet think not your prayers ascending, Shall forever rise in vain.
Hearts there are of human feeling, That have felt your cry of woe; Bear awhile! and soon revealing Brighter prospects with its glow, Light across your night-clouds stealing Hours of freedom yet may show.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Moonlight
## Moonlight

The moon hath risen o'er the silent height Of the blue vaulted heaven—and each star Is faintly glimmering in its silver light, That dimly shows the mountain-tops afar, And lights the fleecy clouds that, floating there, By turns obscure its brightness—while around, The spell of silence hangs o'er earth and air; And not a rude intruding voice, or sound, Falls on the ear, or mars the solitude profound.
Prompter of wild imagination's flight! How soft the witchery that enrobes thy beam, That sheds its magic o'er the gloom of night, And wraps the soul within its brightest dream, Till heaven and earth are mingled—and we seem, With airy beings of the land of thought, To hold high converse—till we almost deem They are indeed with life and being fraught, And not in fancy's wild unreal visions wrought.
Now rise the treasured thoughts of other days, And all the scenes that by-past years have known; And memory sheds her reminiscent rays Around the hopes and pleasures that have flown, And gives again to being every tone, That once like music on our pulses thrill'd; When childhood's gaiety was all our own, And even tears, like dew in flowers distill'd, Gave brightness to the dreams that hope delights to build.
Star-spangled vault of glory! who could gaze With coldness or with carelessness at thee? Or view the earth illumined by thy rays, Nor feel the spirit for a moment free From all terrestrial feelings?—Can it be That in yon spheres translated spirits dwell? It may be fancy's whisper—but to me It sounds scarce strangely—though we may not tell Of what awaits beyond our shortly pealing knell The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Moonlight
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/Looking At The Soldiers
## Looking At The Soldiers

“Mother, the trumpets are sounding to-day, And the soldiers go by in their gallant array! Their horses prance gaily, their banners float free, Come, come to the window, dear mother, with me.
“Do you see how their bayonets gleam in the sun, And their soldier-plumes nod, as they slowly march on? And look to the regular tread of their feet! Keeping time to the sound of the kettle-drum's beat.
“This, mother, you know, is a glorious day, And Americans all should be joyous and gay; For the Fourth of July saw our country set free; But you look not delighted, dear mother, like me!”
“No, love; for that shining and brilliant display, To me only tells of war's fearful array; And I know that those bayonets, flashing so bright, Were made in man's blood to be spoil'd of their light.
“And the music that swells up so sweet to the ear, In a long gush of melody, joyous and clear, Just as freely would pour out its wild thrilling flood, To stir up men's hearts to the shedding of blood!
“Our country, my boy, as you tell me, is free, But even that thought brings a sadness to me; For less guilt would be hers, were her own fetter'd hand Unable to loosen her slaves from their band.
“We joy that our country's light bonds have been broke, But her sons wear, by thousands, a life-crushing yoke; And yon bayonets, dear, would be sheathed in their breast, Should they fling off the shackles that round them are prest.
“Even ‘midst these triumphant rejoicings, to-day, The slave-mother weeps for her babes, torn away, 'Midst the echoing burst of these shouts, to be sold, Human forms as they are, for a pittance of gold!
“Can you wonder then, love, that your mother is sad, Though yon show is so gay, and the crowd is so glad? Or will not my boy turn with me from the sight, To think of those slaves sunk in sorrow and night?”
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ON THE SAME.
Bright as the day, and like the morning fair, Such Chloe is—and common as the air.2
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CORINNA.
Corinna in the bloom of youth Was coy to ev’ry lover; Regardleſs of the tend’reſt truth, No ſoft complaint could move her.
Mankind was hers: all at her feet5 Lay proſtrate and adoring; The witty, handſome, rich, and great, In vain alike imploring.
But now, grown old, ſhe would repair Her loſs of time and pleaſure,10 With willing eyes and wanton air Inviting ev’ry gazer.
But love ’s a ſummer-flow’r, that dies With the firſt weather’s changing; The lover like the ſwallow flies,15 From ſun to ſun ſtill ranging.
Mira! let this example move Your fooliſh heart to reaſon: Youth is the proper time for love, And age is virtue’s ſeaſon.20
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PHYLLIS DRINKING.
I.
While Phyllis is drinking, Love and Wine in alliance, With forces united, bid reſiſtleſs defiance; By the touch of her lips the wine ſparkles higher, And her eyes by her drinking redouble their fire.
II.
Her cheeks glow the brighter, recruiting their colour,5 As flowers by ſprinkling revive with freſh odour; Each dart dipp’d in wine gives a wound beyond curing, And the liquor, like oil, makes the flame more enduring.
III.
Then, Phyllis! begin, let our raptures abound, And a kiſs and a glaſs be ſtill going round;10 Relieving each other our pleaſures are laſting, And we never are cloy’d, yet are ever a-taſting.12
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ON THE SAME.
Of injur’d fame, and mighty wrongs receiv’d, Chloe complains, and wondrouſly ’s aggriev’d. That free, and laviſh of a beauteous face, The faireſt and the fouleſt of her race;4
She ’s mine, or thine; and ſtrolling up and down Sucks in more filth than any ſink in Town, I not deny; this I have ſaid, ’t is true: What wrong! to give ſo bright a nymph her due.8
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BELINDA.
Belinda’s pride ’s an arrant cheat, A fooliſh artifice to blind; Some honeſt glance, that ſcorns deceit, Does ſtill reveal her native mind.
With look demure, and forc’d diſdain,5 She idly acts the ſaint; We ſee thro’ this diſguiſe as plain As we diſtinguiſh paint.
So have I ſeen grave fools deſign With formal looks to paſs for wiſe;10 But Nature is a light will ſhine, And break thro’ all diſguiſe.12
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ON THE SAME.
Impatient with deſire; at laſt I ventur’d to lay forms aſide: ’T was I was modeſt, not ſhe chaſte; Chloe, ſo gently preſs’d, comply’d.
With idle awe, an am’rous fool,5 I gaz’d upon her eyes with fear: Say, Love! how came your ſlave ſo dull To read no better there?
Thus, to ourſelves the greateſt foes, Altho’ the nymph be well inclin’d,10 For want of courage to propoſe, By our own folly ſhe’s unkind.12
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ON AN ILL-FAVOURED LORD.
That Macro’s looks are good let no man doubt, Which I, his friend and ſervant—thus make out: In ev’ry line of his perfidious face The ſecret malice of his heart we trace; So fair the warning, and ſo plainly writ,5 Let none condemn the light that ſhows a pit. Codes, whoſe face finds credit for his heart, Who can eſcape ſo ſmooth a villain’s art? Adorn’d with ev’ry grace that can perſuade, Seeing we truſt, tho’ ſure to be betray’d:10 His looks are ſnares, but Macro’s cry Beware; Believe not tho’ ten thouſand oaths he ſwear. Is thou ’rt deceiv’d, obſerving well this rule, Not Macro is the knave, but thou the fool. In this one point he and his looks agree, As they betray their maſter—ſo did he.16
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ON THE QUEEN’S PICTURE, GIVEN IN EXCHANGE FOR ANOTHER.
Of the rude Indians, artleſs and untaught, So brighteſt jewels are with trifles bought: Deceiv’d Ixion’s fate revers’d is ſhow’d, Imperial Juno giv’n for a cloud.4
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ON THE SAME.
So well Corinna likes the joy, She vows ſhe ’ll never more be coy; She drinks eternal draughts of pleaſure; Eternal draughts do not ſuffice; “O! give me, give me more,” ſhe cries,5 “’T is all too little, little meaſure.”
Thus wiſely ſhe makes up for time Miſpent while youth was in its prime: So travellers who waſte the day, Careful and cautious of their way,10
Noting at length the ſetting ſun, They mend their pace as night comes on, Double their ſpeed to reach their inn, And whip and ſpur thro’ thick and thin.14
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CLEORA.
Cleora has her wiſh; ſhe weds a peer; Her weighty train two pages ſcarce can bear; Perſia and both the Indies muſt provide To grace her pomp and gratify her pride:
Of rich brocade a ſhining robe ſhe wears,5 And gems ſurround her lovely neck like ſtars. Drawn by ſix grays of the proud Belgian kind, With a long train of livery beaus behind, She charms the Park, and ſets all hearts on fire, The ladies’ envy and the men’s deſire.10 Beholding thus, “O happy as a queen!” We cry. But ſhift the gaudy flatt’ring ſcene; View her at home in her domeſtic light, For thither ſhe muſt come, at leaſt at night, What has ſhe there? a ſurly ill-bred lord,15 Who chides, and ſnaps her up at ev’ry word; A brutal ſot, who, while ſhe holds his head, With drunken filth bedaubs the nuptial bed: Sick to the heart, ſhe breathes the nauſeous fume Of odious ſteams that poiſon all the room:20 Weeping all night the trembling creature lies, And counts the tedious hours when ſhe may riſe; But moſt ſhe fears leſt, waking, ſhe ſhould find, To make amends, the monſter would be kind. Thoſe matchleſs beauties, worthy of a god,25 Muſt bear, tho’ much averſe, the loathſome load. What then may be the chance that next enſues? Some vile diſeaſe freſh reeking from the ſtews: The ſecret venom, circling in her veins, Works thro’ her ſkin, and burſts in bloating ſtains:30 Her checks their freſhneſs loſe and wonted grace, And an unuſual paleneſs ſpreads her face;
Her eyes grow dim, and her corrupted breath, Tainting her gums, insects her ivory teeth: Of ſharp nocturnal anguiſh ſhe complains,35 And, guiltleſs of the cauſe, relates her pains. The conſcious huſband, whom like ſymptoms ſeize, Charges on her the guilt of their diſeaſe, Affecting fury, acts a madman’s part; He ’ll rip the fatal ſecret from her heart!40 Bids her confeſs, calls her ten thouſand names; In vain ſhe kneels, ſhe weeps, proteſts, exclaims: Scarce with her life ſhe ’ſcapes, expos’d to ſhame, In body tortur’d, murder’d in her fame, Rots with a vile adultereſs’s name;45 Abandon’d by her friends, without defence, And happy only in her innocence. Such is the vengeance the juſt gods provide For thoſe who barter liberty for pride; Who impiouſly invoke the pow’rs above50 To witneſs to falſe vows of mutual love. Thouſands of poor Cleoras may be found; Such huſbands and ſuch wretched wives abound. Ye guardian Pow’rs! the arbiters of bliſs, Preſerve Clarinda from a fate like this:55 You form’d her fair, not any grace deny’d, But gave, alas! a ſpark too much of pride: Reform that failing, and protect her ſtill; O ſave her from the curſe of chuſing ill!
Deem it not envy, or a jealous care,60 That moves theſe wiſhes, or provokes this pray’r. Tho’ worſe than death I dread to ſee those charms Allotted to ſome happier mortal’s arms, Tormenting thought! yet could I bear that pain, Or any ill, but hearing her complain:65 Intent on her, my love forgets his own, Nor frames one wiſh but for her ſake alone. Whome’er the gods have deſtin’d to prefer, They cannot make me wretched bleſſing her.69
# The Road to Wellville

This booklet was included in boxes of Grape-Nuts.
The Road to Wellville
From the painting by Myron Perley
You who envy the rosy cheek and sparkling eye, who arise each morning weary and unrefreshed, who go to meet the daily task with fagged brain and unwilling tread, lift up your eyes and see the spires of Wellville shining in the sun.
The Road to Wellville
A Personally Conducted Journey
to the Land of Good Health
by the Route of Right Living
“Give me the clear blue sky over my head and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me and a three hours’ march to dinner.”
Hazlitt
Battle Creek
The Postum Cereal Company
1926
Copyright 1926
by Postum Cereal Company, Inc.
Battle Creek, Michigan
Printed in the United States of America
to C. W. POST who foresaw the day when men and women would select their food with better understanding of its important relation to health
The Tragic Significance of age 31.
Introduction: Just Thirteen Years of Real Health and Happiness
But why be the average man or woman?
Nature never intended the normal body to give only thirteen years of maximum service. Wrong living is to blame. Too little exercise, lack of sleep, over-stimulated nerves, careless eating—these slow up the human machine long before slowing up is necessary.
Isn’t it wiser to take a few common-sense precautions to extend the average thirteen years ​into the possible thirty? Isn’t it better to live while we are living, to take unto ourselves all the joys that come with health and last while health remains?
Exercise, sleep, and fresh air; the observance of the simple laws of sanitation and hygiene; drinking healthful beverages; eating healthful foods—these contribute to your well-being.
It is our hope that the following pages may help you to find the Road to Wellville.
CONTENTS
| | Page No. |
| Introduction: Just Thirteen Years of Real Health and Happiness | ix |
| Come, Join the Happy Throng | 1 |
| Preparing for the Journey | 4 |
| Foods and their Functions | 11 |
| Our Daily Food Requirements | 20 |
| Organizing the Day’s Food | 32 |
| Cereals, Their Place in the Diet | 37 |
| Why We Can’t Follow in Grandmother’s Footsteps | 49 |
| A Glimpse Around the Turn in the Road | 52 |
| The Food Manufacturer’s Opportunity | 56 |
APPENDIX
| Building Balanced Menus for all Seasons | 64 |
| A Month of Seasonable Menus | 67 |
| Special Recipes Used in the Month of Menus | 77 |
| Daily Caloric Requirements | 92 |
| Weight Tables for Young and Old | 93 |
| Exercises for Folks who “Sit” | 98 |
| A Book Shelf for the Home Library | 101 |
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# The Road to Wellville/Chapter 10

The Appendix
A SET OF WELL-DIGESTED ROAD RULES FOR THE SERIOUS SEEKER AFTER HEALTH
Building Balanced Menus for All Seasons
For vitamins, humble cabbage and canned tomato can hold their own in any company, competing even with the orange. The latter has the advantage of being at its best served raw. There is no temptation to cook it and destroy the vitamin C. Its flavor, fragrance, and mild acidity make its frequent appearance on the menu welcome, especially at breakfast. The cheaper sources of vitamin C should be used often for luncheon and dinner.
Vegetables and fruits should be used abundantly in the season when they are most plentiful and cheapest. This means economy but also ingenuity and good cookery to prevent monotony of service. Canned vegetables may be used combined in the menu with fresh raw foods. Carrots and potatoes, onions and turnips, and the faithful cereals we have always with us.
​Season and climate have a bearing on the foods needed as well as on their economic use. In cold weather more of the fuel foods are used (fats and oils, starches and sugars). Cereals even in puddings and soups are welcome in December. Note the Esquimo on his diet of whale blubber and the dweller in the tropics with his banana and other fruits handy! The steam-heated American, well clad and exercising but little out-of-doors, needs little more food in winter than in summer. But even in summer the ration must be balanced; you need all kinds of food, but should cut down on the fuel foods a little, eat more fresh vegetables and fruit and less meat. The wholesome cereals are still needed for balance.
Personal peculiarities have a right to consideration. The woman who knows how to make the simple, wholesome foods palatable is greater than she who forces “what they ought to have” on the family, willy nilly. Such a simple and easily digested food as white of egg is poison to some, and strawberries cause discomfort to others. Even a matter of taste may be met by substituting one food for another, if it is done wisely, without cheating the body of necessities.
The ages of the family group and the size of the purse; taste and the amount of time needed for preparation for the table, will affect the form in which these foods will be served, but any woman can vary these items to suit her own conditions. These menus obviously are not made for very young children, but represent ​what an average family might profitably eat, with a view both to pleasure and health, during four weeks (one representing each season of the year), and be well fed from every angle.
# The Road to Russian Terror Goes Through Saudi Arabia

Congressional Record: September 15, 2004 (Extensions of Remarks) Page E1648-E1649. DOCID:cr15se04-95.
Mr. BURTON of Indiana. Mr. Speaker, the U.S. State Department announced today that for the first time Saudi Arabia has been placed on a list of countries who have engaged in "particularly severe violations" of religious freedom, and faces possible sanctions by the United States as a result. Today's action simply underscores a point that I have made time and time again, namely, that the Saudis have been funding for many, many years madrassas where Wahhabism is taught, and Wahhabism is a radical fundamentalist Muslim religion that teaches children to hate Christians and Jews, and to perpetrate violent acts against them.
Wahhabism is also the philosophical and religious underpinning of Saudi-born Osama bin Laden's al-Qaida terrorist network. The simple fact is, wherever you find Wahhabis you will find fertile ground for al-Qaida and its supporters.
The Russian people learned this painful lesson when 30 Chechen rebels took control of a schoolhouse on the first day of school, and killed at least 338 people, half of them children who were going to school for their first day. According to the reports, 10 of those people who were terrorists were Arabs, and we believe that they were probably from Saudi Arabia. In addition, the attacks were reportly planned by Shamil Basayev, a Chechen rebel commander, and financed by Abu Omar as-Seyf, a radical Islamic Wahhabite, who is not surprisingly believed to be associated with al-Qaida.
Mr. Speaker, I commend to my colleagues an article published in the September 20, 2004, edition of the Weekly Standard and written by Stephen Schwartz, entitled "The Road from Riyadh to Beslan." The article lays out quite clearly how the Chechen separatist movement has been hijacked by the Islamist radical Jihadist movement, and makes a compelling case that we must compel Saudi Arabia to cut off funding for global Wahhabism if we are to avoid more 9/11s and Beslans. I urge my colleagues to read this article and I would like to have the text of this article placed into the Congressional Record following my statement.
   The Road from Riyadh to Beslan
   (By Stephen Schwartz)
   [article text]
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SONG.
I ’ll tell her the next time, ſaid I: In vain! in vain! for when I try, Upon my tim’rous tongue the trembling accents die.3 Alas! a thouſand thouſand fears Still overawe when ſhe appears; My breath is ſpent in ſighs, my eyes are drown’d in tears.6
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SONG. TO MIRA.
“Fooliſh Love! begone,” ſaid I, “Vain are thy attempts on me; Thy ſoft allurements I defy: Women, thoſe fair diſſemblers, fly; My heart was never made for thee.”5
Love heard, and ſtraight prepar’d a dart: “Mira, revenge my cauſe,” ſaid he. Too ſure ’t was ſhot; I feel the ſmart, It rends my brain, and tears my heart, O Love! my conqu’ror, pity me.10
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SONG. TO MIRA.
Forſaken of my kindly ſtars, Within this melancholy grove I waſte my days and nights in tears, A victim to ingrateful Love.
The happy ſtill untimely end:5 Death flies from grief; or why ſhould I So many hours in ſorrow ſpend, Wiſhing, alas! in vain to die?
Ye Powers! take pity of my pain; This, only this, is my deſire;10 Ah! take from Mira her diſdain, Or let me with this ſigh expire.12
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LADY HYDE HAVING THE SMALL-POX, Soon after the recovery of Mrs. Mohun.
Scarce could the general joy for Mohun appear, But new attempts ſhew other dangers near; Beauty ’s attack’d in her imperial fort, Where all her Loves and Graces kept their court;
In her chief reſidence beſieg’d at laſt,5 Laments to ſee her faireſt fields laid waſte. On things immortal all attempts are vain; Tyrant Diſeaſe! ’t is loſs of time and pain; Glut thy wild rage, and load thee with rich prize, Torn from her cheeks, her fragrant lips and eyes:10 Let her but live; as much vermilion take As might a Helen or a Venus make; Like Thetis ſhe ſhall fruſtrate thy vain rape, And in variety of charms eſcape. The twinkling ſtars drop numberleſs each night,15 Yet ſhines the radiant firmament as bright: So from the ocean ſhould we rivers drain, Still would enough to drown the world remain.18