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# The Times/1927/Obituary/Edward Lee Warner

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Source: Obituary. The Times, Monday, Sep 19, 1927; pg. 14; Issue 44690; col D — Mr. Edward Lee Warner.
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Obituary Mr. Edward Lee Warner
The death of Mr. Edward Lee Warner, of Denton House, Harleston, Norfolk, which occurred on Friday after a long and painful illness, removes the last of a well-known Norfolk, family of brothers, at the age of 82.
Born on January 10, 1845, he was the fourth son of Canon Henry James Lee Warner, of Thorpland Hall, Fakenham, by his marriage to Anne Astley, of Barsham. He was educated at Uppingham School under Dr. Thring, though of his brothers, James, Henry and William (afterwards Sir William Lee Warner, G.C.S.I.) were sent to Rugby, his father's old school, and the third son, John, to Marlborough. In 1864 Edward was articled to the firm of solicitors, Crawley, Arnold, Green, and Price, and in 1874 he went out to Bombay for a short time and joined the firm of Hearn, Cleveland, and Lee Warner. On the death of Mr. Horace Fellowes he was invited by his friend Sir Edward Scott to come as resident partner to the banking house of Sir Samuel Scott, Cavendish-square. There he remained till he retired in 1889, six years after the death of Sir Edward Scott. Mr. Lee Warner continued to live in London and occupied himself energetically in voluntary work. He associated himself closely with the large parish interest of St. Gabriel's Warwick-square, and was an active member of the Incorporated Church Building Society and other ecclesiastical charities. In 1907 he was persuaded to stand for Westminster City Council for the Victoria Ward, and at the 1909 election headed the poll for that large district. In 1912, on the death of his aunt, Mrs. Hamilton Pemberton, he succeeded to Denton House, Harleston, and so returned to live in his native county. There he gave up his time to country pursuits and was a county magistrate. Life his father, he was interested in antiquarian research, and wrote a memoir on his ancestor, Bishop Warner, of Rochester, the founder of Bromley College, Kent.
Mr. Lee Warner married, in 1884, Maria Harvey, youngest daughter of Onley Savill-Onley, late of Sisted Hall, Braintree, Essex, and leaves a son, Edward Henry, who married Iris Beryl, only child of Arthur Wykeham Cornwallis, of Kent, in 1916, and a daughter, Maria Gladys.
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# The Times/1926/Obituary/Thomas Hamilton

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Source: Obituaries. The Times, Wednesday, May 19, 1926; Issue 44275; pg. 21; col D — The Rev. Dr. Hamilton.
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The Rev. Dr. Hamilton
The Rev. the Right Hon. Thomas Hamilton, D.D., LL.D., died yesterday in Belfast at the age of 83.
Dr. Hamilton was born in Belfast, the son of the Rev. David Hamilton, an ex-Moderator of the General Assembly of the Irish Presbyterian Church. He was sent to school at the Royal Academical Institution, Belfast, and passed on to Queen's College, where he took first-class honours and two gold medals in science in the old queen's University. For some years he was minister of York-street Presbyterian Church, but in 1889 was appointed President of Queen's College, Belfast. Under his rule the college greatly developed, but it was not till the Irish Universities Act was passed in 1908 that his ideal of an autonomous University for Belfast was realized. Naturally he was appointed the first President and Vice-Chancellor of the new University, and he held both offices till 1923. Aberdeen gave him the hon. D.D., and the Royal University of Ireland, if which he was for many years a Senator, the hon. LL.D. In 1921 he was sworn of the Irish Privy Council. Dr. Hamilton was the author of a memoir of his father, of many articles in the Dictionary of National Biography, of a history of the Irish Presbyterian Church, and of a book of bibliographical studies of Irish worthies. A prize essay of his on Sunday observance had a very wide circulation. He married in 1876 Miss Frances Allen, and had one son and two daughters. Mrs. Hamilton died on May 4 last.
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# The Times/1926/Public notice/James Macmullen Rigg

James Macmullen Rigg (1855–1926) Source: The Times, Thursday, Apr 15, 1926; Issue 44246; pg. 1; col A — Deaths
Layout 2RIGG.—On the 14th April, at 79 Brixton-hill, S.W., James McMullen Rigg, son of the late Rev. J. H. Rigg, D.D., aged 70.
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# The Times/1927

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# The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)/New Paddy Whack

New Paddy Whack.
# The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)/The Sorrowful Husband

The Sorrowful Husband.
# The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)/The Cold House of Clay

The Cold House of Clay.
# The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)/The Hawk

The Hawk.
# The Sorrowful Husband (Glasgow)

THE
SORROWFUL HUSBAND.
To which are added,
The Cold House of Clay,
The Hawk,
New Paddy Whack,
What can a Young Lassie do wi' an auld Man?
GLASGOW: Printed and Sold, Wholesale and Retail, by T. Duncan, 159, Saltmarket.
* The Sorrowful Husband
* The Cold House of Clay
* The Hawk
* New Paddy Whack
* What can a Young Lassie do wi' an auld Man?
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# The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Jordan (II)

¶ Jordan.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Father Mathew

FATHER MATHEW.
ODE TO A PAINTER, ABOUT TO COMMENCE A PICTURE TO ILLUSTRATE THE LABOURS OF FATHER MATHEW.
I.
Seize thy pencil, child of art! Fame and fortune brighten o'er thee; Great thy hand, and great thy heart, If well thou do'st the work before thee! 'Tis not thine to round the shield, Or point the sabre, black or gory; 'Tis not thine to spread the field, Where crime is crown'd—where guilt is glory.
II.
Child of art! to thee be given To paint in colours all unclouded, Breakings of a radiant heaven O'er an isle in darkness shrouded! But to paint them true and well, Every ray we see them shedding In its very light must tell What a gloom before was spreading.
III.
Canst thou picture dried-up tears— Eyes that wept no longer weeping— Faithful woman's wrongs and fears, Lonely, nightly, vigils keeping— Listening ev'ry footfall nigh— Hoping him she loves returning? Canst thou, then, depict her joy, That we may know the change from mourning?
IV.
Paint in colours strong but mild, Our Isle's Redeemer, and Director— Canst thou paint the man a child, Yet shadow forth the mighty victor? Let his path a rainbow span, Every hue and colour blending— Beaming "peace and love" to man, And alike o'er all extending!
V.
Canst thou paint a land made free— From its sleep of bondage, woken— Yet, withal, that we may see What 'twas before the chain was broken? Seize the pencil, child of art! Fame and fortune brighten o'er thee! Great thy hand, and great thy heart, If well thou do'st the work before thee!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Erin our Own

ERIN—OUR OWN LITTLE ISLE.
I.
Oh! Irishmen! never forget— 'Tis a foreigner's farm—your own little isle; Oh! Irishmen! when will you get Some life in your hearts for your poor little isle? Yes! yes!—we've a dear little spot of it! Oh! yes!—a sweet little isle! Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it, 'Twould be a dear little, sweet little isle!
II.
Then, come on and rise, ev'ry man of you— Now is the time for a stir to be made; Ho! Pat! who made such a lamb of you? Life to your soul, boy, and strength to your blade! Yes! yes!—a dear little spot of it! Oh! yes!—a sweet little isle! Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it, Erin once more is our own little isle!
III.
Rise! heartily! shoulder to shoulder— We'll show 'em our strength with good humour galore! Rise! rise! show each foreign beholder We've not lost our love to thee, Erin astore! For oh! yes!—'tis a dear little spot of it! Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle! Yes! yes!—the Irish have thought of it; Erin for ever—our own little isle!
IV.
Never forget what your forefathers fought for, O! When, with "O'Nial" or "O'Donnell aboo!" Sassenaghs ev'rywhere sunk in the slaughter, O! Vengeance for insult, dear Erin, to you! For oh! yes!—a dear little spot! Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle; Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it, Erin once more is our own little isle!
V.
Yes, we have strength to make Irishmen free again; Only unite—and we'll conquer our foe: And never on earth shall a foreigner see again Erin a province—though lately so low. For oh! yes!—we've a dear little spot of it! Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle! Yes! yes!—the Irish have thought of it; Erin for ever—our own little isle!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Fag a Bealaċ

Fag a Bealaċ.
A National Hymn, chaunted in full chorus at the Symposiacs of the Editors and Contributors of "The Nation."
I.
"Hope no more for fatherland, All her ranks are thinned or broken;" Long a base and coward band Recreant words like these have spoken. But We preach a land awoken, A land of courage true and tried As your fears are false and hollow; Slaves and Dastards stand aside— Knaves and Traitors, FAG A BEALAĊ!
II.
Know, ye suffering brethren ours, Might is strong, but Right is stronger; ​Saxon wiles or Saxon powers Can enslave our land no longer, Than your own dissensions wrong her: Be ye one in might and mind— Quit the mire where Cravens wallow— And your foes shall flee like wind From your fearless FAG A BEALAĊ!
III.
Thus the mighty Multitude Speak in accents hoarse with sorrow— "We are fallen, but unsubdued; "Show us whence we Hope may borrow, "And we'll fight your fight to-morrow. "Be but cautious, true, and brave, "Where ye lead us we will follow; "Hill and valley, rock and wave, "Shall echo back our FAG A BEALAĊ!
IV.
Fling our Sun-burst to the wind, Studded o'er with names of glory; Worth, and wit, and might, and mind, Poet young, and Patriot hoary, Long shall make it shine in story. Close your ranks—the moment's come— NOW, ye men of Ireland follow: Friends of Freedom, charge them home— Foes of freedom, FAG A BEALAĊ!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Hymn of Freedom

HYMN OF FREEDOM.
I.
God of peace! before thee, Peaceful, here we kneel, Humbly to implore thee For a nation's weal; Calm her sons' dissensions, Bid their discord cease, End their mad contentions— Hear us, God of Peace!
II.
God of Love! low bending To thy throne we turn— Let thy rays descending Through our island burn; Let no strife divide us, But, from Heaven above, Look on us and guide us— Hear us, God of Love!
III.
God of Battles! aid us; Let no despot's might Trample or degrade us, Seeking this our right! Arm us for the danger; Keep all craven fear To our breasts a stranger— God of Battles! hear.
IV.
God of Right! preserve us Just—as we are strong; Let no passion swerve us To one act of wrong— Let no thought, unholy, Come our cause to blight— Thus we pray thee, lowly— Hear us, God of Right!
V.
God of Vengeance! smite us With thy shaft sublime, If one bond unite us Forged in fraud or crime! But if humbly kneeling, We implore thine ear, For our rights appealing— God of Nations! hear.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Epigram (unlisted)

EPIGRAM
TOUCHING THE TARIFF AND INCOME TAX.
When I see Peel and Co.'s plans thus give birth To want and woe 'mong Englishers and Scotchers, "O, pardon me, thou bleeding peace of earth, That I am meek and gentle with such botchers!"
# The Spirit of the Nation/Erin Aboo

ERIN ABOO
Air—"Noċ mbainim sin do."
I.
Arise, men of Erin! for liberty rally, The rights of your own cherished island defend, Let freedom's wild chaunt from each mountain and valley, Sublime to the throne of the Godhead ascend; Let feuds be forgotten—the curse of our land— Let parties no longer divide it in two; And while we together in brotherhood stand, Our watchword be—Freedom and Erin aboo.
II.
Oh! why should we sever whom God has united, Whose children are cradled in one dewy isle— Why think that one spot in that isle must be blighted, If Heaven on another benignantly smile? Away with the thought—like our banner of green, Whose colour combines both the orange and blue, May all honest sons of old Ireland be seen, And their watchword be—Freedom and Erin aboo!
III.
Will Ulster stand back while one true heart remembers The spirit that dwelt in her children of yore? Who fanned the last spark of our liberty's embers, Till tyranny dazzled shrunk back from our shore. No, no; by the graves of your valorous dead! Who stood forth majestic in proud "Eighty-two," If the spirit of men from your hearths be not fled, Join, Ulster! for—Freedom and Erin aboo!
IV.
She comes—in the struggle for freedom victorious, Before—she will bend not to slavery now, Nor sully, by conduct supine and inglorious, The light with which Fame has encircled her brow. The North and the South in one brotherhood stand, The East and the West are united and true, And far through the length and the breadth of the land The watchword is—Freedom and Erin aboo!
V.
Accursed be your cause, if there linger within it One dark stain of falsehood, one relic of guile; If Freedom we love not, and seek not to win it, For All without favour that dwell in our isle. Invoking that God we in common adore, To do unto us as to others we do; We swear that no Saxon shall fetter us more, Our watchword still—Freedom and Erin aboo!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Lament for the Brave

LAMENT FOR THE LAST OF THE BRAVE.
"Ultimi Romanorum."
Sainted the names and peaceful the slumbers Of the heroes who struggled their country to free— Who perished oppressed, but not vanquished, by numbers, And streamed out their life-blood, dear Erin, for thee.
Twice—thrice be they blest, for no common devotion Was theirs to the island that called them their own; The pulse of their hearts, like the tide of the ocean, Flowed true to the land of their fathers alone.
In the depths of the vale, on the peak of the mountain, Raise high the proud trophy to tell of their fame— Let the cairn of their glory be piled by the fountain, And the stone of repose bear the spell of their name.
On the National Banner, in letters of glory, Inscribe them to serve as the watchwords for men, Who, roused from despair by their patriot story, Shall dare all the deeds of these heroes again.
In the requiem chaunt for the souls of the dead, When the prayers of the millions in silence are given, Oh, ask of their God, for each spirit thus fled, Peace and joy without end 'midst the blessed in heaven.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Lines on a Rock

LINES WRITTEN ON A ROCK.
I.
How oft with bounding heart I've stood On yonder rugged rock and drear, While youth and pleasure flushed my blood, And cherished loved ones lingered near!
II.
How oft I've sat and dreamt of love And heaved the half unconscious sigh, While silent rolled the moon above, And passed the hours uncounted by!
III.
How oft the song hath charmed mine ear In woman's sweet melodious tone! Her softest notes were floating near! Ah! me, and are those moments gone?
IV.
Lone rock! the wintry waves shall fret, And toss o'er thee their angry spray, And billows foam around thee yet— But we shall be far, far away!
V.
Where shall be, then, the song, the tale, The laugh of joy, the gladsome smile! The howling winds shall round thee wail, But we shall be afar the while!
VI.
As vanisheth the fleeting dream— As leaves, that part upon the tide— So 'tis our lot on life's swift stream, Perchance for ever, to divide;
VII.
Or meet, perhaps, in years to come, As cold as if we ne'er had known; Or follow to the silent tomb The corse of some now joyous one.
VIII.
Thus time still severs constant hearts! Thus former joys have passed and flown! How soon each transient bliss departs, And leaves us sorrowing and alone!
IX.
Ah! yes; there is on all below— How passing dear soe'er it be— All that we have, or love, or know— The stamp of sad mortality!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Irish War Song, 1843

IRISH WAR-SONG.
A. D. 1843.
I.
Bright sun, before whose glorious ray, Our Pagan fathers bent the knee; Whose pillar-altars yet can say, When time was young our sires were free— ​Who saw'st our latter days' decree— Our matrons' tear—our patriots' gore; We swear before high Heaven and thee, The Saxon holds us slaves no more!
II.
Our sun-burst on the Roman foe Flash'd vengeance once in foreign field— On Clontarf's plain lay scathed low What power the Sea-kings fierce could wield! Benburb might say whose cloven shield 'Neath bloody hoofs was trampled o'er; And, by these memories high, we yield Our limbs to Saxon chains no more!
III.
The clarseach wild, whose trembling string Had long the "song of sorrow" spoke, Shall bid the wild Rosg-Catha sing The curse and crime of Saxon yoke. And, by each heart his bondage broke— Each exile's sigh on distant shore— Each martyr 'neath the headsman's stroke— The Saxon holds us slaves no more!
IV.
Send the loud war-cry o'er the main— Your sun-burst to the breezes spread! That slogan rends the heaven in twain— The earth reels back beneath your tread! Ye Saxon despot, hear, and dread— Thy march o'er patriot hearts is o'er— That shout hath told—that tramp hath said, Our country's sons are slaves no more!
# The Sinister Lake

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Extracted from Smith's magazine, Aug. (pp. 641–680) and Sept. 1919 pp. 905–933. (USA; 1879 - 1951)
The Sinister Lake
By Geraldine Bonner
Author of “The Emigrant Trail,” “The Girl at Central,” etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY ROBERT A. GRAEF
The strange and terrible revenge plotted by rich old Jaspar Blatch against the sweetheart who jilted him in his youth.
The flame shot up, trembled in transparent beauty, and died. Blatch poured the burned brandy into his cup. “Do you think Frank Harmon knows what this man really is?” (Chapter IV)
       PART I Aug. 1919
* Prologue 641
* Chapter 1 642
* Chapter 2 652
* Chapter 3 656
* Chapter 4 662
* Chapter 5 666
* Chapter 6 671
* Chapter 7 675
       PART II Sept. 1919
* Chapter 8 905
* Chapter 9 910
* Chapter 10 915
* Chapter 11 922
* Chapter 12 927
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# The Single Article Law of March 20, 1951

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The Single Article Law of March 20, 1951
For the Happiness and Prosperity of the Iranian Nation and for the purpose of securing world peace, it is hereby resolved that the oil industry throughout all parts of the country, without excerption, be nationalized; that is to say, all operations of exploration, extraction and exploitation shall be carried out by the Government.
Passed by the Majlis on March 15, 1951, and by the Senate on March 20, 1951. Signed and promulgated by the Shah May 1, 1951.
Source of text: Iranian Embassy, Washington, D.C., (Some Documents on the Nationalization of the Oil Industry in Iran (n.d. 1951, p. 2.)
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# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Time Machine

THE TIME MACHINE
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Epilogue
# The Truth about China and Japan

Cornell University Library
Ithaca, New York
CHARLES WILLIAM WASON
COLLECTION
CHINA AND THE CHINESE
THE TRUTH ABOUT CHINA AND JAPAN
BOOKS BY PUTNAM WEALE
Political
Manchu and Muscovite The Re-Shaping of the Far East (2 volumes) The Truce in the East and Its Aftermath The Coming Struggle in Eastern Asia The Conflict of Colour The Fight for the Republic in China The Truth About China and Japan
Romantic
Indiscreet Letters from Peking The Forbidden Boundary The Human Cobweb The Unknown God The Romance of a Few Days The Revolt The Eternal Priestess The Altar Fire
THE TRUTH ABOUT
CHINA AND JAPAN
BY B. L. PUTNAM WEALE
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1919
Copyright, 1919,
By DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, Inc.
PREFACE
The present volume carries the writer's studies regarding the problem of the Far East one step further. It has been written primarily to allow the ordinary reader to see at a glance what the position really is to-day in Eastern Asia, and to explain precisely why there should be conflict between China and Japan.
The essential point—which the writer first insisted upon at great length in 'The Fight for the Republic in China'—is that Japan has a double policy, one policy for the East and another for the West; that she uses military power and secret loans to advance the first, and diplomacy and publicity the second; and that this intricate matter can be understood only by exploring the history of the remote past.
The writer's thanks are due to the publishers of the magazine Asia for permission to reprint these essays in book-form.
Peking, April, 1919.
CONTENTS
Appendix:
MAPS
THE TRUTH ABOUT CHINA AND JAPAN