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# The Times/1931/Obituary/Laurence Arthur Burd

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The Times, Saturday, May 09, 1931; Issue 45818; pg. 14 — Mr. L. A. Burd
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Mr. L. A. Burd
Mr. Laurence Arthur Burd, who died at Repton on April 12, at the age of 67,was Sixth Form Master at Repton School for 37 years. Born at Shrewsbury on June 1, 1863, he was at Clifton College under Dr. Percival, and went up to Balliol College, Oxford, as a classical exhibitioner in 1881. He took first classes in Moderations and Lit. Hum., and was still remembered by his tutor 30 years later as "my first pupil and my best." After travelling for a year as tutor to Lord Acton's son, in 1886 he went to Repton, where he remained for the rest of his life. To the outside world Mr. Burd was known chiefly as the historian of Machiavelli. In 1891 appeared his edition of "Il Principe," for which Lord Acton wrote an introduction. This was followed in 1897 by an article in Italian, “"Le Fonti letterarie di Machiavelli nell' Arte della Guerra,'" published at Rome by the Reale Accademia dei Lincei. Later he contributed to the Cambridge Modern History the chapter on “Florence and Machiavelli.” He also contributed “The Evolution of a Public School” to “The Public Schools from Within.”
At Repton, starting from nothing, he built up in his last 20 years one of the best-equipped and most attractive libraries to be found in a public school. But his chief work was the teaching of the Classical Sixth, for which his exact scholarship knowledge of history and modern languages, and conscientiousness in preparation admirably qualified him. He was a man of many hobbies—fishing, the 'cello, stamp-collecting, cycling and portrait photography—but he tool them up one at a time until he had achieved success in each.
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# The Times/1931/Obituary/Mr. Donald McDonald

Source: The Times, Tuesday, Mar 03, 1931; pg. 16; Issue 45761—Mr. Donald McDonald
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Mr. Donald McDonald
Mr. Donald McDonald, F.L.S., who died at 80, Hatton-garden, on Friday, at the age of 73, was an authority on gardening, of which hde had a practical knowledge. For many years he held a responsible position in the firm of James Carter and Co., High Holborn, and began to collect books on agriculture and gardening, which he eventually sold to a public institution.
About the time that his firm removed to Raynes Park Mr. McDonald retired and devoted himself entirely to horticultural journalism, and for many years he as the horticultural correspondent of the Daily Telegraph. From 1903 to 1907 he contributed a series of articles to the Field on agricultural writers from Sir Walter of Henley to Arthur Young, 1200-1800; those articles enlarged and revise with reproductions in facsimile and extracts from their actual writing, with an exhaustive bibliography, were published in book form in 1908. In 1895 Mr. McDonald published an excellent volume, "Sweet-Scented Flowers with Fragrant Leaves," with 16 coloured plates, and an introduction by Mr. William Robinson, founder of the Garden. Mr. McDonald was highly esteemed by a wide circle of friends, and was ever ready with his counsel on agricultural and horticultural matters.
The funeral service will be held to-day at 11.30 a.m. at St Andrew's Church, Holborn.
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# The Times/1931/Public notice/Julia Anne Elizabeth Roundell

Julia Anne Elizabeth Roundell (1845-1931) Source: The Times, Wednesday, Dec 30, 1931; Issue 46017; pg. 1; col A — Deaths
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# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 54

To Sir T. Fairfax: London, 7 March 1647-8
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FOR HIS EXCELLENCY SIR THOMAS FAIRFAX, GENERAL OF THE PARLIAMENTS ARMIES, “AT WINDSOR”: THESE
“London,” 7th March 1647.
Sir,—It hath pleased God to raise me out of a dangerous ​sickness; and I do most willingly acknowledge that the Lord hath, in this visitation, exercised the bowels of a Father towards me. I received in myself the sentence of death, that I might learn to trust in Him that raiseth from the dead, and have no confidence in the flesh. It’s a blessed thing to die daily. For what is there in this world to be accounted of! The best men according to the flesh, and things, are lighter than vanity. I find this only good, To love the Lord and His poor despised people, to do for them, and to be ready to suffer with them:—and he that is found worthy of this hath obtained great favour from the Lord; and he that is established in this shall (being confirmed to Christ and the rest of the Body) participate in the glory of a Resurrection which will answer all.
Sir, I must thankfully confess your favour in your last Letter. I see I am not forgotten; and truly, to be kept in your remembrance is very great satisfaction to me; for I can say in the simplicity of my heart, I put a high and true value upon your love,—which when I forget, I shall cease to be a grateful and an honest man.
I most humbly beg my service may be presented to your Lady, to whom I wish all happiness, and establishment in the truth. Sir, my prayers are for you, as becomes your Excellency’s most humble servant,
OLIVER CROMWELL.
“P.S.” Sir, Mr. Rushworth will write to you about the Quartering, and the Letter lately sent; and therefore I forbear.
* ↑ Christ’s Body, his Church.
* ↑ Turns now to the margin of the sheet, lengthwise.
* ↑ Sloane Mss. 1519, fol. 79.
# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 58

To Col. Kenrick: London, 18 April 1648
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‘The Gentleman I mentioned to you,’ who is now travelling towards Dover with this hopeful Note in his pocket, must remain for ever anonymous. Of Kenrick I have incidentally heard, at Worcester Fight or elsewhere; but of ‘the Gentleman’ nowhere ever. A Shadow, sunk deep, with all his business, in the Land of Shadows; yet still indisputably visible there: that is the miracle of him!
TO COLONEL KENRICK, “LIEUTENANT OF DOVER CASTLE: THESE”
“London,” 18th April 1648.
Sir,—This is the Gentleman I mentioned to you. I am persuaded you may be confident of his fidelity to you in the things you will employ him in.
I conceive he is fit for any Civil employment; having been bred towards the Law, and having besides very good parts. He hath been a Captain-Lieutenant. and therefore I hope you will put such a value on him, in “the” Civil way, as one that hath borne such a place shall be thought by you worthy of: Whereby you will much oblige, your affectionate servant,
OLIVER CROMWELL.
“P.S.” I expect to hear from you about your defects in the Castle, that so you may be timely supplied.
‘Defects in the Castle,’ and in all Castles, were good to be amended speedily,—in such predicaments as we are now again on the eve of.
# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 57

To Col. Hammond: London, 6 April 1648
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FOR COLONEL ROBERT HAMMOND
“London,” 6th April 1648.
Dear Robin,—Your business is done in the House: your 10l. by the week is made 20l.; 1000l. given you; and Order to Mr. Lisle to draw-up an Ordinance for 500l. per annum to be settled upon you and your heirs. This was done with smoothness; your friends were not wanting to you. I know thy ​burden; this is an addition to it: the Lord direct and sustain thee.
Intelligence came to the hands of a very considerable Person, That the King attempted to get out of his window; and that he had a cord of silk with him whereby to slip down, but his breast was so big the bar would not give him passage. This was done in one of the dark nights about a fortnight ago. A Gentleman with you led him the way, and slipped down. The Guard, that night, had some quantity of wine with them. The same party assures that there is aquafortis gone down from London, to remove that obstacle which hindered; and that the same design is to be put in execution in the next dark nights. He saith that Captain Titus, and some others about the King are not to be trusted. He is a very considerable Person of the Parliament who gave this intelligence, and desired it should be speeded to you.
The Gentleman that came out of the window was Master Firebrace; the Gentlemen doubted are Cresset, Burrowes, and Titus; the time when this attempt of escape was, the 20th of March. Your servant,
OLIVER CROMWELL.
Henry Firebrace is known to Birch, and his Narrative is known. ‘He became Clerk of the Kitchen to Charles ii.’—The old Books are full of King’s Plots for escape, by aqua-fortis and otherwise. His Majesty could make no agreement with the Parliament, and began now to smell War in the wind. His presence in this or the other locality might have been of clear advantage. But Hammond was too watchful. Titus, with or without his new horse, attends upon his Majesty; James Harrington also (afterwards author of Oceana); and ‘the Honourable Thomas Herbert,’ who has left a pleasing Narrative concerning that affair. These, though appointed by the Parliament, are all somewhat in favour with the King. ​Hammond’s Uncle the Chaplain, as too favourable, was ordered out of the Island about Christmas last.
* ↑ Birch, p. 41. The Original in cipher.
* ↑ Lilly’s Life; Wood, § Hammond, etc., etc.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 18

FROM THE SAME.
THIS is given you by Mr. Mason, whom I believe you will find answer the character I gave of him, which really was not partial; for I am not so much as acquainted with his father or himself. I explained every thing to him according to the tenour of the letter which I received from you some time ago, and for which I most heartily thank you. Let him now speak for himself. I have been inquiring about a counter tenor; but have, as yet, no intelligence of any.
I am really sensibly touched with the account you give of Ireland. It is not quite so bad here, but really bad enough: at the same time, we are told, that we are in great plenty and happiness.
Your friends, whom you mention in yours, are well. Mr. Gay is returned from Scotland, and has recovered his strength by his journey. Mr. Pope is ​well; he had got an injunction in chancery against the printers, who had pirated his Dunciad: it was dissolved again, because the printer could not prove any property, nor did the author appear. That is not Mr. Gay's case; for he has owned his book. Mr. Pulteney gives you his service. They are all better than myself; for I am now so bad of a constant convulsion in my heart, that I am likely to expire sometimes. We have no news, that I know of. I am apt to believe, that in a little time, this matter of the provisional treaty will be on or off. The young man waits for my letter. I shall trouble you no more at present, but remain with my best wishes, and most sincere affection, dear sir, your most faithful humble servant,
JO. ARBUTHNOT.
My family all send you their love and service.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 16

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
LONDON, MARCH 19, 1728-9.
THIS is the second or third time, dear sir, that I have writ to you without hearing a word of you, or from you; only, in general, that you are very much out of order; sometimes of your two old complaints, the vertigo and deafness, which I am very sorry for. The gentleman who carries this has come better off than I did imagine: I used my little interest as far as it would go, in his affair. He will be able to give you some account of your friends, many of whom have been in great distress this ​winter. For John Gay, I may say without vanity, owes his life, under God, to the unwearied endeavours and care of your humble servant: for a physician, who had not been passionately his friend, could not have saved him. I had beside my personal concern for him, other motives of my care. He is now become a publick person, a little Sacheverell; and I took the same pleasure in saving him as Radcliffe did in preserving my lord chief justice Holt's wife, whom he attended out of spite to the husband who wished her dead.
The inoffensive John Gay is now become one of the obstructions to the peace of Europe, the terrour of ministers, the chief author of the Craftsman, and all the seditious pamphlets which have been published against the government. He has got several turned out of their places; the greatest ornament of the court banished from it for his sake; another great lady in danger of being chassée likewise; about seven or eight duchesses pushing forward, like the ancient circumcelliones in the church, who shall suffer martydom upon his account first. He is the darling of the city. If he should travel about the country, he would have hecatombs of roasted oxen sacrificed to him: since he became so conspicuous Will Pulteney hangs his head, to see himself so much outdone in the career of glory. I hope he will get a good deal of money by printing his play; but, I really believe, he would get more by showing his person: and I can assure you, this is the very identical John Gay, whom you formerly knew, and lodged with in Whitehall two years ago. I have been diverting myself with making an extract out of a history, which will be printed in the year 1948. I ​wish I had your assistance to go through with it; for I can assure you, it rises to a very solemn piece of burlesque.
As to the condition of your little club, it is not quite so desperate as you might imagine; for Mr. Pope is as high in favour, as I am afraid the rest are out of it. The king, upon the perusal of the last edition of his Dunciad, declared he was a very honest man. I did not know till this moment that I had so good an opportunity to send you a letter; and now I know it, I am called away, and am obliged to end with my best wishes and respects, being most sincerely yours, &c.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Barber to Jonathan Swift - 5

FROM ALDERMAN BARBER.
I WISH Dr. Delany had complied with your request sooner, in acquainting me with your intentions in favour of Mr. Pilkington. I could have been glad also, that he had acquainted you, as I desired him, with the particulars how I stood circumstantiated in relation to the chaplain; for I flatter myself that your usual good nature would have induced you to comply with my request, in writing a letter to me, in an authoritative way, in your recommendation of Mr. Pilkington; which would have given me a good excuse for my refusing a gentleman, whom my deputy and common councilmen had recommended to me above six months ago.
Another accident happened in this affair, by the doctor's not receiving a letter I sent him, which, by mistake, came not to his hands (though at home) until many hours after my man had left it at his lodgings; which letter, had he seen in time, would have prevented some little difficulties I lie under in this affair, and which I must get over as well as I can. For, sir, when I reflect on the many obligations I have to you, which I shall ever acknowledge, I am glad of any occasion to show my gratitude; and do hereby, at your request, make Mr. Pilkington my chaplain, when mayor. I wish it may answer his expectations; for the profits are not above one hundred and twenty pounds, if so much, as I am ​told. He constantly dines with the mayor; but I am afraid cannot lie in the hall, the rooms being all of state. For your sake I will show him all the civilities I can. You will recommend him to Jo. (Dr. I mean) Trapp. The mayor's day is the 30th of October; so that he may take his own time.
It would add very much to my felicity, if your health would permit you to come over in the spring, and see a pageant of your own making. Had you been here now, I am persuaded you would have put me to an additional expense, by having a raree-show (or pageant) as of old, on the lord mayor's day. Mr. Pope and I were thinking to have a large machine carried through the city, with a printingpress, author, publishers, hawkers, devils, etc., and a satirical poem printed and thrown from the press to the mob, in publick view, but not to give offence; but your absence spoils that design.
Pray God preserve you long, very long, for the good of your country, and the joy and satisfaction of your friends; among whom I take the liberty to subscribe myself, with great sincerity, sir, your most obedient and most humble servant,
J. BARBER.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 19

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
DEAR SIR,
THE passage in Mr. Pope's letter about your health does not alarm me: both of us have had the distemper these thirty years. I have found that steel, the warm gums, and the bark, all do good in it. Therefore, first take the vomit A; then, every day, the quantity of a nutmeg, in the morning, of the electuary, marked B; with five spoonfuls of the tincture marked D. Take the tincture, but not the electuary, in the afternoon. You may take one of the pills marked C, at any time when you are troubled with it, or thirty of the drops marked E, in any vehicle, even water. I had a servant of my own, that was cured merely with vomiting. There is another medicine not mentioned, which you may try; the pulvis rad. valerianæ sylvestris, about a scruple of it twice a day. How came you to take it in your head, that I was queen's physician? When I am so, you shall be a bishop, or any thing you have a mind to. Pope is now the great reigning poetical favourite. Your lord lieutenant has a mind to be well with you. Lady Betty Germain complains you have not writ to her since she wrote to you. I have showed as much civility to Mrs. Barber as I could, and she likewise to me. I have no more ​paper, but what serves to tell you, that I am, with great sincerity, your most faithful humble servant,
J. ARBUTHNOT.
I recommended Dr. Helsham to be physician to the lord lieutenant. I know not what effect it will have. My respects to him, and Dr. Delany.
A.
℞ pulv. rad. ipecacoanæ, Эj.
B.
C.
D.
E.
* ↑ Endorsed, "Received, Nov. 13, 1730."
* ↑ The duke of Dorset.
* ↑ As these receipts may possibly be useful to some person troubled with the dean's complaint of giddiness, Dr. Arbuthnot's receipt of bitters, for strengthening the stomach, is added. Take of zedoary root one drachm; galangal and Roman wormwood, of each two drachms; orange peel, a drachm; lesser cardamom seeds, two scruples. Infuse all in a quart of boiling spring water for six hours; strain it off, and add to it four ounces of greater compound wormwood water.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Arbuthnot to Jonathan Swift - 13

FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
LONDON, SEPT. 26, 1726.
I HAVE been balancing, dear sir, these three days, whether I should write to you first. Laying aside the superiority of your dignity, I thought a notification was due to me, as well as to two others of my friends: then, I considered, that this was done in the publick news, with all the formalities of reception of a lord lieutenant. I reflected on the dependency of Ireland; but, said I, what if my friend should dispute this? Then I considered, that letters were always introduced at first from the civilized to the barbarous kingdom. In short, my affection and the pleasure of corresponding with my dear friend, prevailed; and, since you most disdainfully, and barbarously confined me to two lines a month, I was resolved to plague you with twenty times that number, though I think it was a sort of a compliment, to be supposed capable of saying any thing in two lines. The Gascon asked only to speak one word to the French king; which the king confining him to, he brought ​a paper, and said, signez, and not a word more. Your negotiation with the singing man is in the hands of my daughter Nancy, who, I can assure you, will neglect nothing that concerns you: she has written about it. Mr Pope has been in hazard of his life by drowning; coming late, two weeks ago, from lord Bolingbroke's in his coach and six, a bridge on a little river being broke down, they were obliged to go through the water, which was not too high, but the coach was overturned in it; and the glass being up, which he could not break nor get down, he was very near drowned; for, the footman was stuck in the mud, and could hardly come in time to help him. He had that in common with Horace, that it was occasioned by the trunk of a tree; but it was trunco rheda illapsa, neque Faunus ictum dextra levabat; for he was wounded in the left hand, but, thank God, without any danger; but by the cutting of a large vessel, lost a great deal of blood. I have been with Mrs. Howard, who has a most intolerable pain in one side of her head. I had a great deal of discourse with your friend, her royal highness. She insisted upon your wit, and good conversation. I told her royal highness, that was not what I valued you for, but for being a sincere, honest man, and speaking truth when others were afraid to speak it. I have been for near three weeks together every day at the duchess of Marlborough's, with Mr. Congreve, who has been likely to die with a fever, and the gout in his stomach; but he is now better, and likely to do well. My brother was near being cast away going to France: there was a ship lost just by him. I write this in a dull humour, but with most sincere affection to an ungrateful man as ​you are, that minds every body more than me, except what concerns my interest. My dear friend, farewell.