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# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Regiomontanus

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REGIOMONTANUS, rē"jĭ-ŏ-mŏn-tā'nŭs, German astronomer, whose real name was Johann Müller, but who assumed that of Regiomontanus, in allusion to the place of his birth, Königsberg (Kings Mountain),
Franconia: b. 6 June 1436; d. Rome, 6 July 1476. Having received a classical education at Leipzig, be placed himself under Purbachius (Georg von Purbach), the professor of mathematics at Vienna, and under him became one of the first astronomers of that age. With Purbachius he accompanied Cardinal Bessarion to Rome in 1461, where Beza gave him further instruction in Greek literature, and he now completed a new abridgment in Latin of the ‘Almagest’ of Ptolemy (1496), correcting many errors in the former translation, made by George of Trebizond. In 1471 he built an observatory at Nuremberg and established a press, but after three years returned to Rome on the invitation of Sixtus IV, who employed him in the reformation of the calendar and rewarded his services by raising him to the bishopric of Ratisbon (1475). He died, according to some, of the plague, according to others by poison administered by the son of George of Trebizond out of revenge for his having exposed the errors of his father. Regiomontanus was the first in Germany to apply himself to the cultivation of the neglected science of algebra. He made great improvements in trigonometry, into which he introduced the use of tangents. His refutation of a supposed discovery of the quadrature of the circle and numerous writings on various subjects of natural philosophy display extensive learning and great acuteness. His astronomical observations from 1475 to 1506 (‘Ephemerides’) are very accurate. Among his other works ‘Kalendarium’ (about 1474), ‘De Reformatione Kalendarii’ (1489); ‘De Cometæ Magnitudine Longitudineque’ (1531); ‘De Triangulis Omnimodis’ (1533); ‘Tabulæ Directionum Prejectionumque in Nativitatibus multum utiles’ (1585). Consult Gunther, ‘Johannes Müller’ (in the ‘Allgemeine deutsche Biographie,’ Vol. XXII, 1855); also Ziegler, ‘Regiomontanus als, geistiger Vorläufer des Columbus’ (1874).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Reformed Churches in South Africa

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REFORMED CHURCHES IN SOUTH AFRICA. The Union of South Africa contains six Reformed Churches. The oldest of these is the Dutch Reformed Church of the Cape province, dating from 1652 and numbering about 160 congregations, some of which are located in Rhodesia and Mashonaland. Its theological seminary is in Stellenbosch Three missionary training schools and several philanthropic institutions are maintained by this Church, which in liturgy, doctrine and polity is in accord with the other reformed churches
of Dutch origin. Both psalms and hymns are sung in public worship. The highest church court, the Synod, meets as a rule every three years. The Dutch Reformed Church in the Orange Free State became independent from the Cape Church in 1853. It numbers 61 congregations. In the Transvaal province the Dutch Reformed Church, dating from 1866, reports an enrolment of 71 churches, while the Natal denomination of the same name numbers seven congregations. Since 1906 the Dutch Reformed Churches of these four provinces have a common bond of union in their “Federal Council” which secures their co-operation in many ways. The weekly organ of these churches is De Kerkbode, Capetown. A vigorous mission work is carried on by the above-named denominations within their own territory as well as north and south of the Zambesi River. Some Boer missionaries labor in the Sudan. De Koningsbode is the missionary monthly. As a result of this missionary activity among the African natives over 100,000 persons belong to their “mission churches.” They form synods of their own. The Reformed Church in South Africa, a body composed of about 80 congregations, dates from 1858, when its founders seceded from the Dutch Reformed Church. It is found in the Cape Province, Free State and Transvaal. Psalms are used in public worship, and not any hymns. The theological school of the denomination is located in Potchefstroom. Church organ, Het Kerkblad. This body is very conservative. Mission work is carried on among the natives, although on a small scale. Much stress is laid on the erection and maintenance of free Christian primary schools. The late President Kruger was one of the leading men of this denomination, usually known as the “Doppler Church.” The Reformed (Hervormde) Church of Transvaal is the smallest Dutch denomination in the Union of South Africa. Dating from 1853, it has been unable to pass beyond the boundary lines of the Transvaal, and in 1918 reported 32,500 souls. Its seminary is in Pretoria. The Reformed Church numbers 35,000 souls. The four Dutch Reformed churches total (1918) 525,000 souls — of whom about 150,000 are communicants. African Dutch is fast becoming the official language of all the denominations mentioned above, instead of the Holland language as hitherto.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Regelation

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REGELATION, rē-jē-lā'shȯn, a phenomenon observed by Faraday in 1850, namely, that two pieces of moist ice placed in contact will freeze together, even in a warm atmosphere. It is proved that beside the pressure from the weight of the upper piece of ice there is atmospheric pressure holding the two pieces together; this pressure melts the ice at the parts which bear on one another, and thus enough heat is absorbed to produce regelation. A snowball is formed by the regelation of the particles composing it; so also are the snow bridges spanning chasms on high mountains. The phenomena or regelation are easily seen in the making of snow balls, which is well known to be impossible, by the hands at least, when the snow has been exposed to great cold, and is therefore dry. Professor Thomson's discovery, that the freezing-point is lowered by pressure, explains the motions of glaciers and the apparent plasticity of ice under pressure.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Reformed Presbyterian Church

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REFORMED PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. See Cameronians; Presbyterian Church in the United States.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Rensselaer (New York)

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RENSSELAER, N. Y., city in Rensselaer County, on the Hudson River and the Boston and Albany, the New York Central and Hudson River railroads, opposite Albany and six miles south of Troy. It is connected with Albany, Troy and other cities by electric lines and by steamboat with many cities and towns on the river. Three large bridges span the Hudson and connect Rensselaer with Albany. The first settlement was made by the Dutch. It was incorporated as a village in 1815 and in 1897 was chartered as a city. It was called Greenbush until it became a city, when it took the name Rensselaer. The village of Bath was annexed in 1902. Rensselaer is a commercial and manufacturing city, noted for its chemical and aniline works, felt factory, tannery and shirt-waist factory. According to the United States census for 1914, the city had 32 manufacturing establishments, employing a capital of $2,317,925 and yielding products valued at $2,755,418. A large number of persons are employed in connection with the railroads and steamboats and in the offices, stores and factories in Albany and Troy. There are 10 churches, two public schools, one parish school, Saint John's Academy, Saint John's Orphan Asylum, Franciscan Father's Home, Genet Barracks and Memorial Park. Fort Cralo, built in 1642, still stands. The government is vested in a mayor and a common council of 10 members, elected biennially. Pop. 11,213.
# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Harlequin

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
The world lay brown and barren at the closing of the year, Where the rushes shook and shuddered on the borders of the mere, And the troubled tide ran shoreward, where the estuaries twined Through the wide and empty marsh toward the sullen hills behind: And the smoke-engirdled city sulked beneath the leaden skies, With the rain-tears slowly sliding from her million window eyes, And the fog-ghost limped and lingered past the buildings clad in grime, Till the Frost King gave the signal for the Christmas pantomime!
Then we heard the winds of winter on their brazen trumpets blow The summons for the ballet of the nimble-footed snow, And the flakes, all silver-spangled, through the mazy measures wound, Till each finished out his figure, and took station on the ground. And the drifts, in shining armor, and with gem-encrusted shields, Spread their wide-deployed battalions on the drill-ground of the fields, Till the hillside shone and shimmered with the armies of the rime, As the Frost King gave the signal for the Christmas pantomime !
He spread a crystal carpet on the rush-encircled pond, And looped about with ermine all the hemlock-trees beyond: He strung his gleaming icicles along the scowling eaves, And decked the barren branches of the oak with snowy leaves, And, when the world was silver-girt with garland and festoon, He drew the cloudy curtain that had lain across the moon, And his wand awoke the wonders of his dazzling distant clime, When the Frost King gave the signal for the Christmas pantomime!
Then around the benches, crowded with the audience of earth, Ran the sound of hands applauding, and of little people’s mirth, And the air was full of savors such as only Christmas knows, When the ruddy cottage windows cast their roses on the snows: And the Fire-God cracked the drift-wood ’twixt his fingers and his thumbs, And the merry pop-corn answered like the roll of little drums, While the snow-clad belfries wakened, and the midnight heard their chime, As the Frost King gave the signal for the Christmas pantomime!
With blaze of starry splendor, and with brilliance of the moon, With fir-trees dressed grotesquely, like the slippered Pantaloon, With snowflakes light as fairies, and with slender ivy vines In their spangled winter-dresses, like a host of Columbines; — With sheen of silver scenery, and sleigh-bells’ merry din, The whole world laughed and capered ’neath the wand of Harlequin! With the cap and bells of Folly he invested Father Time, When the Frost King gave the signal for the Christmas pantomime !
Swampscott, 1902.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Hesperia

Hesperia is a region in ancient Greek mythology, thought be located in the far western corner of the world, and said to contain an idyllic garden tended by the Hesperides. This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Across the stretch of southward seas  The zephyr-swept Hesperides  Lie smiling, ever smiling; And there the laughter-loving Pan Leads on his joyous woodland clan Through halcyon haunts, unknown to man,  With song the hours beguiling. O fair, far land, thy portals Swing only to immortals!  Thy scented bowers, thy wondrous flowers,  Thy pleasant ways of ease, Thy nights dew-dipped and breathless, Thy birds, unwearied, deathless—  These charms untold I’d fain behold,  Fair, far Hesperides!
The dusk with all her wealth of stars, The dawn, when clouds like crimson bars  Turn all the east to splendor, Bring roseate dreamings unto me Of Nereids flashing from the sea, Who turn their shining eyes to thee,  Thou land of music tender. But ah, ’t is useless dreaming— Thy woodland pools that, gleaming  Like bits of sky, unruffled lie,  Are not for eyes like these; Yet, could my longing vision Behold thy fields Elysian,  What peace divine I’d claim as mine,  Fair, far Hesperides!
New York, 1896.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/June

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Lightsome, laughter-loving June,  Days that swoon  In beds of flowers; Twilights dipped in rose perfume,  Nights of gloom  Washed clear by showers. Suns that softly sink to rest  In the west,  All purple barred; And a faint night-wind that sighs  Under skies  Still, silver-starred. Languorous breaths of meadow land  Overspanned  By clouds like snow; And a shouting from the brooks,  Where in nooks  Late violets grow. June, ah, June, to lie and dream  By the stream,  And in the maze Of thy spells never to heed—  How they speed,  Thy witching days; Watching where the shadows pass.  And the grass  All rustling bends, While the bees fly east and west,  On a quest  That never ends. Thus to shun the whirl of life,  Freed from strife  And freed from care— Hear, as when a lad I heard  How the bird  Sings, high in air. June, to hear beneath the skies  Lullabies  That night airs blow; Ah, to find upon thy breast  That pure rest  I used to know!
New York, 1895.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Ebb-Tide

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
A sodden reach of wide and wind-swept lea,  A sky of shattered steel that palls the sight,  And one long shaft of sun that seems to write Vast letters slowly on a slate of sea;  The dreary wail of gulls that skim the crest  Of sullen breakers sliding in to land,  A world grown empty, full of vague unrest,  And shadow-shapes that stride across the sand!
The gray beach widens. Foot by foot appear  Strange forms of wreckage creeping from the waves,  Like ghosts that steal in silence from their graves To watch beside the death-bed of the year;  Poor shattered shapes of ships that once stood out  Full-freighted to the far horizon’s sweep  To music of the cheery sailor-shout  Of men who sought the wonders of the deep!
Poor shattered ships! Their gallant cruising o’er,  Their cargoes coral-crusted, leagues below,  They rise, unnamed, unnumbered, from the slow Recession of the ebb along the shore.  The fickle tide, that bore them bravely then,  Betrays their shame and nakedness to be  Mute witness to the littleness of men  Who battle with the sovereignty of sea.
For me, as well, alone upon the dune,  There sinks a tide that strips the beaches bare,  And leaves but grim, unsightly wreckage where The brooding skies make mockery of noon.  Ah, dear, that hopes, like tides, should ebb away,  Unmasking on the naked shore of love  Flotsam and jetsam of a happier day,  Dreams wrecked and all the emptiness thereof!
New York, 1899.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Haven-Mother

This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
By ways I know not of they come, wind-swept along the miles, From the palm-encircled beaches of the jewelled southern isles, Through stress of gales that shred their sails and split their straining spars, Through nights of calm unbroken and the wonder of the stars: And, sliding to their moorings where the harbor beacons shine, They drop their sullen anchors for a moment, and are mine. Of their questing grown a-weary, for a moment they abide, Standing mutely and majestic, where the ripple of the tide With its lazy lips is lapping in the shadows at their side.
Of the wind and waves beleaguered, and assailed of berg and floe, To the ends of sea undaunted, these, my errant children, go; Seeking out the northern waters, it is theirs a way to win Through the grinding of the ice-pack, threading slowly out and in, Where the castles of the Frost King in their pride and pallor rise, Thrusting tower and buttress upward to the steely Arctic skies: And a deep auroral glory from the white horizon grows, Mounting swift towards the zenith and reflected on the snows, Till each pinnacled escarpment turns to amethyst and rose.
Or, by southward pathways faring, where the stately islands are, They, by beach and breaker gliding, run to safety by the bar; And, their sails serenely furling where the motionless lagoon In its lap as in a cradle holds the duplicated moon, Hear the sound of sailors singing and the plash of rhythmic oars Run to meet the midnight murmurs that are born along the shores. But I fear not these enchantments; where the trumpet-creepers twine, Though the air be filled with music, though the air be sweet as wine, These my children stay not—may not. I am theirs, and they are mine.
Let them go their ways unquestioned, let them come, unquestioned still, I shall wait them, I shall welcome, come they when or whence they will; Am I not the Haven-Mother? ’T is a mother’s part to bide, To be ready, to be tender, when the turning of the tide Brings the rovers homeward, weary of their strivings with the sea, To the sweet surcease that waits them in the port where they would be. Let them roam to north or southward—wheresoe’er their ways are cast, To my bosom backward turning when their journeying is past, They shall gleam within the offing, and be mine again at last!
New York, 1897.
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# The Garden of Years and Other Poems/Narcissus

Narcissus, in Greek mythology, was a beautiful youth who fell in love with his own image in a reflection. This poem was published in the posthumous anthology The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1904).
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from the eastern hills  Triumphant ran with a shout to the woods below, With the song in his ears of the clearly clamoring rills  He has lain, like a man of snow, Slender and straight as the joyous immortals are made,  Born of woman, but born with the grace of a god. Unheeded airs, caressingly cool, have played  With his hair, and the nymphs have trod Close to his side, and have kissed him, waiting to flee—  But Narcissus, what recketh he?
In the pool where the lithe fish flashes and slips  From his covert to snap at the careless, fluttering flies, Narcissus has seen the curve of his drooping lips,  And, like mirrored miniature heavens, his shining eyes. And a flush like a dew-dipped rose has dyed the pool, He has laid his cheek to the ripples cool;  Brow touches brow, lips lips, and his eyes of violet roam  Down through the crystal depths. In the darkening dome The stars shine forth from their faint, far ways, Trimming their lamps; and, from the purple haze,  The moon, cloud-veiled, her circle just complete, Wan as a travail-spent mother, plants her feet  On the carpeted hills, and fearful of change Seeks her reflected face in the sea’s southward range—  But Narcissus, what recketh he?
Narcissus, Narcissus, where is thy boyish bloom, Thy long, slim form that lay beside the pool, And the lips cold smiling to their smiling image cool?  Narcissus!
 Only a strange, indefinite perfume, And a dim white spot in the night when soft airs blow; A flower, bending, bending low Its petals and its yellow heart to where the waters flow; Its scent the winds have borne Through the pearl-gray east to the arms of morn, To faint and to die in the wakening light— But of time’s swift flight, the dawn, and the noon, and the night, The sun’s gold glory, the moon’s white mystery,  Narcissus, what recketh he?
New York, 1896.
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# The Historical Library of Diodorus the Sicilian/Book XV
### Contents

* Preface
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
# The Historical ballad of May Culzean (1817-1818)/A Poem on the Times

Dated from period of activity of publisher.
A Poem on the Times.
⟨NOT⟩ hard to show, some years ago, The Farmers grew too grand, ⟨The⟩ reason why, grain sold so high, What hunting then for land! ⟨What⟩ farms they took! by hook and crook, By fraud and extra rent; ⟨How⟩ chang'd the scene, and low and mean To make such great complaint.
⟨How⟩ did the poor so long endure, When all things sold so high? ⟨They⟩ labour'd hard, and prest forward By sweet frugality. ⟨The⟩ Farmers break, and methods take Design'd the Lairds to cheat; ⟨What⟩ cringing hounds, how vice abounds, ⟨Care⟩ not for church nor State.
⟨My⟩ Bonapart' do love in heart, ⟨And⟩ wills him back again, (illegible text) in his time they so did reign, ⟨Hold⟩ high both stock and grain. ⟨What⟩ cursed pride! how high they ride, ⟨The⟩ best of Horse upon, ⟨He wig⟩ must have, and dress as brave ⟨As⟩ any Squire's old son.
​They priz'd not peace, nor great increase Got in the year fifteen; Their aim is dearth, starve from the earth Poor honest lab'ring men. As truth I wrote, Lairds value not Their growling vexing plaints, Make them more low, and frugal go, And duely pay their rents.
# The Historical ballad of May Culzean (1817-1818)

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THE
HISTORICAL
BALLAD
OF
May Culzean.
Founded on Fact.
WITH
A POEM ON THE TIMES.
Ayr: Printed by D. Macarter & Co.
* The Historical ballad of May Culzean
* A Poem on the Times
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# The Gift of Black Folk: The Negroes in the Making of America

The
Gift of Black Folk
The Negroes in the Making of America
by
W. E. Burghardt DuBois Ph. D. (Harv.)
Author of “The Souls of Black Folk,” “Darkwater,” etc. Editor of The Crisis
Introduction by
Edward F. McSweeney, LL.D.
1924 The Stratford Co.; Publishers Boston, Massachusetts
Copyright, 1924
By The Knights of Columbus
Printed in the United States of America
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