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# The New Student's Reference Work/Vol V:5

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# The Pentamerone, or The Story of Stories

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THE
PENTAMERONE,
OR
THE STORY OF STORIES,
FUN FOR THE LITTLE ONES.
BY
GIAMBATTISTA BASILE.
TRANSLATED FROM THE NEAPOLITAN BY
JOHN EDWARD TAYLOR.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.
Second Edition.
LONDON: DAVID BOGUE, 86 FLEET STREET: M.DCCC.L.
Printed by Richard and John E. Taylor, Red Lion Court, Fleet Street.
CONTENTS.
First Day, Page 1.
Second Day, Page 115.
Third Day, Page 199.
Fourth Day, Page 235.
Fifth Day, Page 326.
Conclusion, Page 396.
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# The Overland Monthly/Series 2/Volume 23

* Announcements for 1894
* Ella Higginson: Mount Baker
* Frances Fuller Victor: Northern Seaside Resorts (February)
* John Chetwood, Jr.: Is it Practicable to Regulate Immigration? (February)
* Recent Fiction
# The Overland Monthly/1894/Mount Baker

MOUNT BAKER.
Thou sphinx that sittest at the Opal Gate, That lets the ocean in to Puget Sea, Keeping thy silent watch o'er time and fate Thro' clouds that veil thy grandeur mistily, Or with the sun's fierce halo on thy brow; Furrowed by lava, rugged, stern, and white, Thou wert a marvel to me once, but now, Majestic sphinx! I read thy secret right.
God, let me be a mountain when I die,
Stung by the hail, lashed by the terrible rains! Let lava fires surge, turbulent and high, And fierce with torment, thro' my bursting veins; Let lightnings flame around my lonely brow,
And mighty storm-clouds race, and break, and roar About me; let the melted lava plow Raw furrows in my breast; torment me sore, O God! Let me curse loneliness, yet see My very forests felled beneath my eyes. Give me all Time's distilled agony,— Yet let me still stand, mute, beneath the skies; Thro' storms that beat and inward fires that burn, Tortured, yet silent; suffering, yet pure,— That torn and tempted hearts may lift and learn The noble meaning of the word endure.
Ella Higginson
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# The Overland Monthly/Series 2/Volume 3

* Issue 17 IA
* Issue 18 IA
# The Overland Monthly/Series 2/Volume 4

* Issue 24 IA
# The Overland Monthly/Volume 1

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* Issue 1
* Issue 2 (transcription project)
* Issue 3 (transcription project)
* Issue 4 (transcription project)
* Issue 5
* Issue 6 (transcription project)
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Thorwaldsen, Albert Bertel

See also Bertel Thorvaldsen on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
​Thorwaldsen (tôr'wa̤ld-sĕn), Albert Bertel, one of the greatest of modern sculptors, was born probably at Copenhagen, Nov. 15, 1770. When, asked where he was born he said: “I don't know; but I arrived at Rome on March 8, 1797,” thus dating his birth, as it were, from the beginning of his career as an artist. He was a son of a poor ship-carpenter, and first carved figureheads in the shipyard where his father worked. He had little schooling, and always was a poor writer and speller, but by 1793 he had gained a gold medal for a design and with it a chance to study abroad for three years. Only after long and hard study did he at last (1803) gain recognition by his Jason, but from this time he prospered. His return to Denmark in 1819 was triumphal and his reception almost royal. But a year later found him back at Rome, which he made his home. Thorwaldsen died on March 24, 1844, leaving to his country most of his great works and the bulk of his fortune, with which to build a museum where they should be kept. Of his many busts that of Byron is one of the finest. His famous Christ and the Twelve Apostles is in the cathedral of Copenhagen. See his Life by Plon.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Thorn

See also Thorns, spines, and prickles on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
​Thorn, a conspicuous rigid and sharp structure of plants. Thorns may be transformed leaves or branches, and are most extensively developed by plants of the arid regions.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Thor

See also Thor on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
​Thor (thôr or tôr), in Scandinavian myth, was the oldest son of Odin and Frigga and was the god of thunder. He ruled winds, seasons and agriculture. The Eddas speak of him as the champion of gods and men, hurling his thunderbolts at his enemies, — the monsters and giants. His weapon was an enormous hammer, which, after it was thrown, came back into his hand. He never grew weary. No matter how much strength he spent, it was renewed by a magic belt which he wore around his waist. Thursday is named from Thor.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Thomson, Sir William

​Thomson, Sir William. See Kelvin, Lord.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Tiberius

See also Tiberius on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Tiberius (tî-be′rĭ-ŭs), emperor of Rome, was born on Nov. 16, 42 B. C. As the stepson of Augustus he was adopted by that emperor, and saw service at the head of the legions on the outposts of the empire. He was popular with Augustus, the soldiers and the people, and was married to Julia, the emperor's daughter. He ascended the throne in 14 A. D., and, according to Mommsen, was the best of the emperors. Tacitus grossly misrepresented his character and life. When power fell into the hands of Ælius Sejanus, a Roman knight and a commander of the Prætorian guards, a man of ability, Sejanus ruled well, though he murdered leading citizens, pouring tales of conspiracy into the ears of Tiberius. But Sejanus could not hide his ambition to become emperor in name as well as fact, and fell in 31 A. D. There has been an almost complete reversal of the unjust verdict of history on Tiberius. It is recognized that he ruled the people well, though the Roman court suffered injustice at his hands in retaliation for the disloyalty of the old aristocracy. Consult Mommsen's Roman Provinces; Beesley's Catiline, Clodius and Tiberius; Duruy's History of Rome, and Tarver's Tiberius. It was in the reign of Tiberius that Christ was crucified at Jerusalem. The emperor died on March 16, 37 A. D.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Timur

See also Timur on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Timur (tē-mōōr′) or Tamerlane was the second of the great conquerors whom central Asia sent forth in the middle ages, and was born at Kesh, about 40 miles southeast of Samarkand, April 9, 1333. His father was a Turkish chieftain and his mother claimed descent from the great Genghis Khan. When he became tribal chieftain, Timur helped Emir Hussein to drive out the Kalmucks. Turkestan was divided between them, but war broke out between the chiefs, and the death of Hussein in battle made Timur master of all Turkestan. He now began his career of conquest, overcoming the Getes, Khiva and Khorassan, after storming Herat. His ever-widening circle of possessions soon embraced Persia, Mesopotamia, Georgia and the Mongol state of Kiptchak. He threatened Moscow, burned Azov, captured Delhi, overran Syria, and stormed Baghdad, which had revolted. At last, July 20, 1402, Timur met Sultan Bajazet on the plains of Angora, captured him and routed his army, thus becoming master of the Turkish Empire. He took but a short rest at his capital, Samarkand, and in his eagerness to conquer China led 200,000 men across the Jaxartes on the ice, and pushed rapidly on for 300 miles, when his death, Feb. 18, 1405, saved the independence of China. In his reign of 35 years this chief of a small tribe, dependent on the Kalmucks, became the ruler of the vast territory stretching from Moscow to the Ganges. He was an able administrator, had traits of statesmanship, and patronized science and art. A number of writings said to have been written by Timur have been preserved in Persian, one of which, the Institutions, has been translated into English. Timur is made the hero of Marlowe's Tamburlaine, the first play in which blank verse appeared on the stage. The name of Tamerlane means Timur the Lame.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Thomson, Joseph John

See also J. J. Thomson on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
​Thomson, Joseph John, a brilliant young English physicist, who has since 1884 occupied the most important chair of physics in Great Britain, that of Experimental Physics at Cambridge University. He was born near Manchester, Dec. 18, 1856; was educated at Owens College and at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he graduated as second wrangler and second Smith's prizeman in 1880. His work has been of profound character. Aside from numerous contributions to periodical literature, the following works give some idea of his activity: Treatise on Vortex Motion; Application of Dynamics to Physics and Chemistry; and Recent Researches in Electricity and Magnetism. In 1899 he achieved the division of the hydrogen atom. By a clear and logically connected series of experiments he split a small part from the hydrogen atom, which he calls a corpuscle. It has a mass of only one-thousandth of that of the hydrogen atom. For a popular account of this work consult The Astrophysical Journal, Vol. XI., pp. 170-4 (1900). See Atom and Hydrogen.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Tissot, James Joseph Jacques

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Tissot (tḗ sṓ′), James Joseph Jacques, an eminent French genre painter, famous for his series of 365 pictures representing the life of Christ, was born at Nantes, Oct. 15, 1836. He was educated at Ecole des Beaux Arts in Paris. In 1861 he painted his Rencontre de Faust et Marguerite, now in the Luxembourg. The originals are in Brooklyn’s Institute of Art. He died on Aug. 9, 1902.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Titanic Disaster

See also RMS Titanic on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Titanic Disaster. The greatest tragedy in the history of steam navigation occurred shortly before midnight April 14, 1912, in the Atlantic, lat. 41° 46′ N., long. 50° 14′ W., the vessel striking the under-water shelf of an iceberg which had come down on the Labrador current and sinking at 2:20 a.m., April 15. Her wireless call for help was responded to by the Cunard liner Carpathia. Of the 2,300 passengers only 705 were saved. The death list included authors, artists, capitalists and other prominent men, who gave up their places in the boats to the women and children, many of whom were passengers in the steerage. The property loss, including the value of the ship, money and other personal property, was $15,000,000. The disaster resulted in important changes in shipbuilding and management. (See Ships.)
# The New Student's Reference Work/Thoreau, Henry David

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​Thoreau (thō'rṓ), Henry David, was born at Concord, Mass., July 12, 1817. He graduated at Harvard College in 1837, and became a surveyor. He lived the simplest of lives, spending most of his time in long tramps through the woods, in the study of nature and in writing. Emerson says of him: “He was bred to no profession; he never married; he lived alone; he never went to church; he never voted; he refused to pay a tax to the state; he ate no flesh; he drank no wine; he never knew the use of tobacco; and, though a naturalist, he used neither trap nor gun.” This poet-naturalist built with his own hands a small cabin on the banks of Walden Pond near Concord, and lived there by himself for two years. His expenses during these years were nine cents a day, and he gave an account of his experiences in perhaps his finest book, Walden, published in 1854. Others were Cape Cod, The Maine Woods and A Yankee in Canada. No one else has lived so close to nature or so written of it. He died at Concord, May 6, 1862. See Thoreau the Poet-Naturalist by Channing and Sanborn's Thoreau in The American Men of Letters Series.
# The Other House (London: William Heinemann, 1896)/Volume 2/Book 3

BOOK THIRD
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
# The Oregon Native Son

Periodical devoted to pioneer history of Oregon. Predecessor to the Oregon Historical Quarterly.
* Volume 1 (1899)
* Volume 2 (1900)
# The Oregon Native Son/Volume 2

THE
Oregon Native Son
DEVOTED TO THE
History, Industries and Development
OF THE
Original Oregon
COMPRISING THE STATES OF OREGON, WASHINGTON IDAHO AND PART OF MONTANA.
Second Year, May 1900 -April 1901
Native Son Publishing Company
PUBLISHERS
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# The Oregon Native Son/Volume 1

​Vol. I. 979.5005 Or 3n V./ KLOSENESINA ILLAHEE MAY, 1899. OREGON NATIVE SON and Historical Magazine Devoted to the History, Industries and Development of the Pacific Northwest in General and Oregon in Particular. $1.00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE. 10 CTS. A NUMBER No. 1. OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE NATIVE SONS AND UNDER THE PATRONAGE OF THE PIONEER ASSOCIATION, INDIAN WAR VETERANS AND HISTORICAL SOCIETY. Cor NATIVE SON PUBLISHING CO., PUBLISHERS, PORTLAND, OREGON. The entire contents of this magazine are protected by copyright and must not be reprinted without proper credit being given the OREGON NATIVE SON
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ORIGINAL OREGON
COMPRISING THE STATES OF OREGON, WASHINGTON, IDAHO, AND PART OF MONTANA.
$1.00 A YEAR
IN ADVANCE
NATIVE SON PUBLISHING CO. PUBLISHERS, PORTLAND, OREGON.
PUBLISHED MONTHLY,
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# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/My Father was a Farmer

MY FATHER WAS A FARMER.
TUNE—'THE WEAVER AND HIS SHUTTLE, O.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O, for ane and twenty, Tam!

O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM!
TUNE—'THE MOUDIEWORT.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/O, once I lov'd a bonie Lass

O, ONCE I LOV'D A BONIE LASS.
TUNE—'I AM A MAN UNMARRIED.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Man was made to mourn

MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.
A DIRGE.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Mark yonder Pomp

MARK YONDER POMP.
TUNE—'DEIL TAK THE WARS.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Musing on the roaring Ocean

MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.
TUNE—'DRUIMION DUBH.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Lying at a Reverend Friend's house one night

LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE NIGHT.
THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING VERSES IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/My Harry was a Gallant gay

MY HARRY WAS A GALLANT GAY.
TUNE—'HIGHLANDER'S LAMENT.'
# The Painted Veil/Chapter 67

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NEXT morning Kitty went to the convent. The girl who opened the door seemed surprised to see her and when Kitty had been for a few minutes about her work the Mother Superior came in. She went up to Kitty and took her hand.
“I am glad to see you, my dear child. You show a fine courage in coming back here so soon after your great sorrow; and wisdom, for I am sure that a little work will keep you from brooding.”
Kitty cast down her eyes, reddening a little; she did not want the Mother Superior to see into her heart.
“I need not tell you how sincerely all of us here sympathise with you.”
“You are very kind,” whispered Kitty.
“We all pray for you constantly and for the soul of him you have lost.”
Kitty made no reply. The Mother Superior released her hand and in her cool, authoritative tone imposed various tasks upon her. She patted two or three children on the head, gave them her aloof, but winning smile, and went about her more pressing affairs.
# The Painted Veil/Chapter 65

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THEY buried him three hours later. It seemed horrible to Kitty that he must be put into a Chinese coffin, as though in so strange a bed he must rest uneasily, but there was no help for it. The nuns, learning of Walter’s death as they learned everything that happened in the city, sent by a messenger a cross of dahlias, stiff and formal, but made as though by the accustomed hands of a florist; and the cross, alone on the Chinese coffin, looked grotesque and out of place. When all was ready they had to wait for Colonel Yü who had sent to Wad- ​dington to say that he desired to attend the funeral. He came accompanied by an A.D.C. They walked up the hill, the coffin borne by half a dozen coolies, to a little plot of land where lay buried the missionary whose place Walter had taken. Waddington had found among the missionary’s effects an English prayer-book and in a low voice, with an embarrassment that was unusual to him, read the burial service. Perhaps, reciting those solemn but terrible words, the thought hovered in his mind that if he in his turn fell a victim to the pestilence there would be no one now to say them over him. The coffin was lowered into the grave and the grave-diggers began to throw in the earth.
Colonel Yü, who had stood with bared head by the grave-side, put on his hat, saluted Kitty gravely, said a word or two to Waddington and followed by his A.D.C. walked away. The coolies, curious to watch a Christian burial, had lingered and now in a straggling group, their yokes trailing in their hands, sauntered off. Kitty and Waddington waited till the grave was filled and then placed on the mound, smelling of fresh earth, the nuns’ prim dahlias. She had not wept, but when the first shovelful of earth rattled on the coffin she felt a dreadful pang at her heart.
She saw that Waddington was waiting for her to come away.
“Are you in a hurry?” she asked. “I don’t want to go back to the bungalow just yet.”
“I have nothing to do. I am entirely in your hands.”
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/In her Island Home

IN HER ISLAND HOME.
WRITTEN IN MISS BRONSON’S ALBUM.
[In the olden time, a sect of Persian philosophers formed a society dedicated to Silence. Their number was limited to ten. One of the brotherhood, a personage who was never known to speak in his lifetime, and of whom no one has ever been heard to speak since, died. Among the applicants for the vacant chair was “Sadi,” a “sage grave man,” remarkable for saying nothing, at least nothing to the purpose. Unfortunately, ere he reached the place of meeting, the choice had fallen on another. The president announced this by placing a wineglass on the table, and filling it up to the brim. As Sadi entered, he pointed toward it. Sadi bowed, as is usual on such occasions, then took a roseleaf from the floor, and placed it so lightly on the bubbles of the wine, that not a drop was spilt. They received him.—Cotton Mather.]
n her island home, her home of flowers, The Queen of Beauty sat at noon, In the shade of one of her wild-rose bowers, Watching the spray of the bright sea-showers, As it sparkled in the sun of June.
And the smile of delight round her lip that played Was as sweet as a smile can be, For that day had her minstrel-worshippers laid On her altar a book where each pen had paid Its vows to their island-deity.
Its words still breathed, though the ink was cold As the hopes of the hearts she had fettered, A magical name on the book was enrolled, And its hot-pressed pages were tipped with gold, And ’twas bound in green, and lettered.
As she counted the leaves, and counted o’er The victims her frowns had killed, A stranger-bard, from a far-off shore, Came blushing, and said, “Here is one song more;” She answered, “The pages are filled.”
He sighed, of course, but he manfully strove To check the sigh as it rose; And, plucking a roseleaf, he tremblingly wove Into very bad verses the tale which, above, Is written in good plain prose.
And added, “In coming hours, Lady, when you On the tears of your victims are feeding, As the sunbeam feeds upon drops of dew, Keep this withered leaf in the book—’twill do To mark where you left off reading.”