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# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 26

To Governor R. Burgess: Farringdon, 29 April 1645
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How Cromwell, sending off his new guns and stores to Abingdon, now shot across westward to ‘Radcot Bridge’ or ‘Bampton-in-the-Bush’; and on the 26th gained a new victory there; and on the whole made a rather brilliant sally of it :—this too is known from Clarendon, or more authentically from Rushworth; but only the concluding unsuccessful part of this, the fruitless Summons to Farringdon, has left any trace in autograph.
TO THE GOVERNOR OF THE GARRISON IN FARRINGDON
29th April 1645.
Sir,—I summon you to deliver into my hands the House wherein you are, and your Ammunition, with all things else there; together with your persons, to be disposed of as the Parliament shall appoint. Which if you refuse to do, you are to expect the utmost extremity of war. I rest, your servant,
OLIVER CROMWELL.
This Governor, ‘Roger Burgess,’ is not to be terrified with fierce countenance and mere dragoons; he refuses. Cromwell condenses himself about Farringdon Town, ‘sends for infantry’ (but, we fear, gets none), and again summons:
# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 34

To Sir T. Fairfax: Wallop, 16 October 1645
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Fairfax, with the Army, is in Devonshire; the following Letter will find him at Tiverton; Cromwell marching that way, having now ended Basing. It is ordered in the Commons House that Cromwell be thanked; moreover that he now attack Dennington Castle, of which we heard already at Newbury. These messages, as I gather, reached him at Basing, late ‘last night,’—Wednesday 15th, the day they were written in London.‘| Thursday morning early, he marched; has come (‘came,’ he calls it) as far as Wallop; purposes still to make a forced march ‘to Langford House tonight’ (probably with horse only, and leave the foot to follow);—answers meanwhile his messages here (see next Letter), and furthermore writes this:
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR THOMAS FAIRFAX, GENERAL OF THE PARLIAMENT’S ARMY: HASTE: THESE
Wallop, 16th October 1645.
Sir,—In today’s march I came to Wallop, twenty miles from Basing, towards you. Last night I received this enclosed from the Speaker of the House of Commons; which I thought fit to send you; and to which I returned an Answer, a copy whereof I have also sent enclosed to you.
I perceive that it’s their desire to have the place taken-in. But truly I could not do other than let them know what the condition of affairs in the West is, and submit the business to them and you. I shall be at Langford House tonight, if God please. I hope the work will not be long. If it should, I will rather leave a small part of the Foot (if Horse will not be ​sufficient to take it in), than be detained from obeying such commands as I shall receive. I humbly beseech you to be confident that no man hath a more faithful heart to serve you than myself, nor shall be more strict to obey your commands than your most humble servant,
OLIVER CROMWELL.
Sir, I beseech you to let me know your resolution in this business with all the possible speed that may be; because whatsoever I be designed to, I wish I may speedily endeavour it, tirne being so precious for action in this season.
Langford House, whither Oliver is now bound, hoping to arrive tonight, is near Salisbury. He did arrive accordingly; drew out part of his brigade, and summoned the place;— here is his own most brief account of the business.
* ↑ Commons Journals (iv. 309), 15th Oct. 1645.
* ↑ Marching from Collumpton to Tiverton, while Cromwell writes (Sprigge, p. 334).
* ↑ Dennington Castle.
* ↑ Sloane Mss. 1519, fol. 61:—only the Signature is in Oliver’s hand.
# The Works of Thomas Carlyle/Volume 6/Letter 27

To the same: same date
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TO THE SAME; SAME DATE
Sir,—I understand by forty or fifty poor men whom you forced into your House, that you have many there whom you cannot arm, and who are not serviceable to you.
​If these men should perish by your means, it were great inhumanity surely. Honour and honesty require this, That though you be prodigal of your own lives, yet not to be so of theirs. If God give you into my hands, I will not spare a man of you, if you put me to a storm.
OLIVER CROMWELL.
Roger Burgess, still unawed, refuses; Cromwell waits for infantry from Abingdon ‘till 3 next morning,’ then storms; loses fourteen men, with a captain taken prisoner;—and draws away, leaving Burgess to crow over him. The Army, which rose from Windsor yesterday, gets to Reading this day, and he must hasten thither.
Yesterday, Wednesday, Monthly-fast day, all Preachers, by Ordinance of Parliament, were praying for ‘God’s merciful assistance to this New Army now on march, and His blessing upon their endeavours.’ Consider it; actually ‘praying’! It was a capability old London and its Preachers and Populations had; to us the incrediblest.
* ↑ Rushworth, vi. 26.
* ↑ For Bampton, etc. see Appendix, No. 7.
* ↑ Rushworth, vi. 25.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Their Daily Bread

​Two Pictures
By Stanhope A. Forbes, A.R.A.
* Their Daily Bread
* By the Fireside
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Voyages dans les Yeux

​Voyages dans les Yeux
Par Dauphin Meunier
Vaisseaux, impatients à l'heure du départ D'éployer l'éventail de vos sillons de moire, N'avez-vous pas de pauvres àmes sans histoire, Des àmes comme nous éprises de hasard?
Ne poursuivons-nous pas les mèmes rêves d'or? N'ai-je pas comme vous perdu la tramontane, Interrogé le ciel et la mer océane, Et touché terre hélas! bien loin du Labrador. . . .
Mais aussi, loin des bords dont vous faisiez le tour, J'aventurais alors mes périlleux voyages, Voulant, pour découvrir le plus beau des rivages, Des chemins qui n'aient pas ici—bas de retour.
Ainsi, j'ai vu des yeux's'entr'ouvrir plus troublants Que le soulèvement de la mer courroucée, Ou calmes et sur qui la paupière abaissée Semblait en son repos l'aile des goëlands;
Des yeux noyés de nuit, opaques et profonds Dans leur douleur muette ou leur obscure joie, Comme l'eau d'une mare insondée où tournoie Parfois un ancien mort, surgi de ses bas-fonds;
D'autres avaient si clairs leurs globes transparents! D'autres, en leur couleur de pierre aventurine, Comme on voit dans les flots la roche sous-marine, Pour un visible écueil m'en cachaient de plus grands.
Sur ceux—là les sourcils recourbés doucement Paraissaient l'arc du ciel qui monte et puis décline, Ou bien, epais et noirs, annonçaient la bruine, Ou, rejoints et froncés, un long déchainement.
Et j'en ai vu, pareils à l'anse d'un beau port, Saluer mes couleurs d'éclatantes fanfares; J'apercevais de loin le feu certain des phares. . . . Et je restai longtemps captif de leurs cils d'or.
Ainsi, tantôt en proie au calme décevant, Tantôt frêle jouet de vaines étendues, Revenant sans fortune et mes peines perdues, O vaisseaux! Comme vous j'ai naufragé souvent.
Maintenant des yeux bleus dans leurs eaux m'ont ancré; Et si je voulais fuir, carène surannée, Ces yeux d'un pur azur de Mediterranée, Leurs digues retiendraient mon cœur désemparé.
Heureux vaisseaux, pressés de l'heure du départ, Eployez donc sans moi vos sillages de moire; Sans moi recommencez l'aventureuse histoire Des àmes vainement éprises de hasard.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Two Songs

​Two Songs
By Frances Nicholson
I—Ophelia
Oh, tender night! Lay my head on thy lap and dull me With deep-drugged breath Of sweet—lipped violet Or heavy woodbine wreath, That I may soon forget How hope no more may lull me To dreams of light.
Oh, pitying earth! Bid thy far—wandering streamlets tell me Some place of rest 'Neath sedgy banks that yet With yellow buds are drest, That I may soon forget Such sorrow erst befell me In true love's dearth.
II—Before The Dawn
In the weird stillness just before the dawn Low sang the waves, like murmuring tones that bless, Along the far, dim shore, by cape and ness, And furtive winds blew soft across the lawn, Touching with spirit—lips in faint caress The virgin—lilies, white and motionless, In the weird stillness just before the dawn.
Was it a dream, or did you really come ’Twixt the wan glimmer of my casement, where The sweet wind followed you? Did I not hear Your low voice, passion—thrilled, I, speechless, dumb? While in the tender gloom, near and more near, Your fond lips drew to mine and rested there— Was it a rapturous dream, or did you come?
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Under Grey Skies

​Under Grey Skies
By S. Cornish Watkins
Under grey skies we stood that night, We two, and saw, below us there, The city twinkling light on light. Behind, the long road glimmered bare ’Twixt shadowy hedges, faint and white, And heavy hung the silent air.
Dimly I saw the fair pale face Uplifted, like a slender flower In some forgotten garden-place, That, at the solemn twilight hour, Through leaves that cross and interlace, Craves from the night her dewy dower.
And all my heart went out to thine, And the lips trembled, as to show The fire of love that might not shine; For, through the glamour and the glow, I felt the clear eyes turned on mine, That knew not love, and could not know.
Under grey skies I stand again, And far beneath me, down the hill, The gas-lamps glimmer through the rain. As it was then, the night is chill, And no one knows the secret pain That holds the sad heart lonely still.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Trengwainton

​Two Drawings
By Norman Garstin
* Trengwainton
* A Portrait
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# The Wrecker (Stevenson)

'The Wrecker,' it is true, owns two authors, but, however valuable Mr. Osbourne's collaboration may have been, the long yarn as it is spun in print is Mr. Stevenson's. It is a curious fact, and not specially comforting to Mr. Kipling, that the very same faults which irritate and exasperate the reader of 'The Naulahka' appear in aggravated form in 'The Wrecker,' where their effect is to inspire deep and lasting joy. —extracted from "Recent Novels" in The Nation, Oct. 6, 1892, p. 263. (Full review, with spoilers, on the Discussion page)
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THE WRECKER
​ "'That kind of an accident,' said he" (p. 410).
THE WRECKER.
BY
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AND
LLOYD OSBOURNE.
ILLUSTRATED BY WILLIAM HOLE AND W. L. METCALF.
CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited: LONDON, PARIS & MELBOURNE.
1892.
[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
CONTENTS
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
| | page |
| "'that kind of an accident,' said he" | frontispiece |
| "'yes, it's a queer yarn,' said his friend" | 13 |
| "'i wanted ye to see the place,' said he" | 89 |
| "going at fifty thousand, the wreck of the brig 'flying scud'!" | 148 |
| "mamie … sat, an apparent queen, among her rude surroundings and companions" | 186 |
| "she lay head to the reef, where the huge blue wall of the rollers was for ever ranging up and crumbling down" | 207 |
| "and lo! there was disclosed but a trayful of papers" | 219 |
| "'i am afraid i am an american,' i said apologetically" | 261 |
| "'the day's work done and the evening before us; just start in with the whole story'" | 276 |
| "a lady with silver hair, a slender silver voice, and a stream of insignificant information not to be diverted, led me through the picture gallery" | 317 |
| the domain, sydney.—"my word, no!" replied the little man. "i just sit here and read the 'dead bird'" | 343 |
| "now he rose mechanically, shaking and stumbling like a drunkard after a debauch" | 382 |
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# Three Voyages of a Naturalist

THREE VOYAGES
OF A
NATURALIST
being an account of
MANY LITTLE-KNOWN ISLANDS IN THREE
OCEANS VISITED BY THE "VALHALLA" R.Y.S.
BY
M. J. NICOLL
member of the british ornithologists' union
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
The Rt. Hon. THE EARL OF CRAWFORD
K.T. F.R.S.
with fifty-six plates four sketch-maps and text illustrations
WITHERBY & CO.
326 HIGH HOLBORN LONDON
1908
CONTENTS.
page.
A Voyage bound Africa.
chap.
A Voyage to the West Indies.
A Voyage round the World.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Facing Page
Frontispiece—"Valhalla," R.Y.S.
Sketch-maps of the Voyages.
Page
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# Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her—

Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her — Some Disease had vext 'Twas with Text and Village Singing I beheld Her next
And a Company — our pleasure To discourse alone — Gracious now to me as any — Gracious unto none —
Borne without dissent of Either To the Parish night — Of the Separated Parties Which be out of sight?
# The Zoologist/4th series, vol 3 (1899)/Issue 693

Contents :
| | | PAGE |
| Rope, George Thomas | Observations on the Common Toad (Bufo vulgaris) | 97 |
| Southwell, Thomas | Notes on the Seal and Whale Fishery, 1898 | 103 |
| Gurney Jr., John Henry | Ornithological Record from Norfolk for 1898 | 113 |
| Hartert, Ernst | On the First Primary in Passerine Birds | 129 |
| | Notes and Queries | 131 |
| | Editorial Gleanings | 144 |
# The Zoologist/4th series, vol 3 (1899)/Issue 693/Editorial Gleanings

Published in The Zoologist, 4th series, vol 3, issue 693 (March, 1899), p. 144
EDITORIAL GLEANINGS.
Mr. W.F.R. Weldon, Professor of Zoology at University College, London, has been elected Linacre Professor of Comparative Anatomy at Oxford, in succession to Professor Ray Lankester, resigned, but now directing the Natural History Department of our British Museum.
The Manchester Microscopical Society does not limit itself too severely to microscopic work. Its 'Transactions,' of which the last Annual Report for 1897 (issued July, 1898) is now before us, contains a number of most interesting natural history communications. Mr. W.F. Keeble gives his "Impressions of Tropical Life" during a stay in Ceylon, from which we extract the following quite original observation:—"One of the strangest sights I ever witnessed was an ant-army marching beneath shields of butterfly wings. The heavy tropical rain which prunes so vigorously the trees, and breaks down branches, leaves, and flowers, had no doubt surprised a flight of butterflies and destroyed them; the ants had found them, disarticulated each wing, and were bearing off the gaudy treasure, though for what purpose I do not venture to suggest."
We extract the following note from 'The Halifax Naturalist' and Record of the Scientific Society, vol. iii. 1898-99:—
Natural History Notes from Churchwardens' Accounts.—The following extracts, quoted in the Rev. Mark Pearson's 'Northowram' from 'Ye Olde Towne's Books,' show that Foxes and Polecats formerly existed in the parish, though they are now, and have probably for a long time been, exterminated—
"May 11th, 1677.—The account of Joshua Crowther, Church-warder for ye yeare just past:—June 7th, paid for a Fox head, £00 01s. 00d.
"May 30th, 1688.—John Morris, who was Church-warden last year:—For 8 Urchins (Hedge Hoggs) and 1 Polecat, £00 01s. 06d."
"Hedgehogs, it might be mentioned, are still not uncommon in the district, though not often seen. In the grounds at Warley House they were recently so numerous as to be a pest, and they may be met with in woods in the Ryburn Valley, and about Hebden Bridge."
# Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There/Chapter X

CHAPTER X.
SHAKING.
She took her off the table as she spoke, and shook her backwards and forwards with all her might.
The Red Queen made no resistance whatever; only her face grew very small, and her eyes got large and green: and still, as Alice went on shaking her, she kept on growing shorter——and fatter——and softer——and rounder——and——
# Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There/Chapter XI

CHAPTER XI.
WAKING.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From William Richardson to Jonathan Swift - 4

FROM WILLIAM RICHARDSON, ESQ.
LONDON,
IT is an age since I had the honour of a line from you. Your friend Mr. Alderman Barber, whose veneration for you prompts him to do any thing he can think of that can show his respect and affection, made a present to the university of Oxford of the original picture done for you by Jervas, to do honour to the university by your being placed in the gallery among the most renowned and distinguished personages this island has produced; but first had a copy taken, and then had the original set in a fine rich frame, and sent it to Oxford, after concerting with lord Bolingbroke, the vicechancellor, and Mr. Pope, as I remember, the inscription to be under the picture, a copy whereof is enclosed. The ​man had a very handsome compliment from the vicechancellor, in the name of all the heads of houses there, and by their direction; wherein there is most honourable mention of the dean of St. Patrick's on that occasion.
Seeing an article in the London Evening Post upon your picture, which was drawn at the request and expense of the chapter of your cathedral, being put up in the deanery; alderman Barber took the hint, and caused what you see in the London Evening Post of this day to be printed therein. He knows nothing of my writing to you at this time; but I thought it right that you should be acquainted how intent he is, all manner of ways, to show the effects of the highest friendship, kindled to a flame by the warmest sense of gratitude, and the most exalted esteem and veneration.
Mrs. Whiteway, and Mr. M$^c$Aulay, can inform you how absolute your commands are with me. Since you recommended him, he is sure of the utmost I can do for him.
Sir, if I have not a few words from you, I shall conclude that you think me troublesome, and are resolved to get rid of my impertinence. It will be two or three months before I can get from hence, although I am impatient to be at home: but wherever I am, or however engaged, I am always, dear sir, your most obliged and most truly faithful servant,
WILLIAM RICHARDSON.
My best respects wait upon Mrs. Whiteway.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From William Richardson to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM WILLIAM RICHARDSON, ESQ.
I RETURNED last night from Derry, where I have been for some time past, and where you will be received with great respect. I pleased myself with the hopes of finding at home an account of the time you design being here. —— My disappointment occasions you this trouble; and I hope you will suffer that which can do it best to plead my excuse for being so importunate.
Sir, I take the country to be as pleasant the latter end of this, and all the next month, as any in the year; the fields are putting on their gayest liveries to receive you; the birds will warble their sweetest notes to entertain you; and the waters in the river Bann, when they come in view of your apartment, will tumble in great hurry to wait on you, and leave you with reluctance.
I must brag of my situation, and will pawn my credit with you in those matters, that you will pronounce it the most delightful you have seen in Dublin at least.
​Sir, I will not conceal from you any longer a self-interest I have in honouring this place with your presence. All the enclosures I intend in my demesne are now finished, and I am ready to begin what I intend by way of ornament; but until I am fixed in the scheme of the whole, which I would have adapted in the best manner to the place, I would do nothing. I have delayed coming to a final resolution, till I shall have the opportunity of entreating your opinion and assistance after viewing the whole. It will perhaps afford yourself no disagreeable amusement, and occasion something elegant and correct in miniature, where nature has almost done every thing. When you let me know that you have fitted your stages, I will contrive to meet you as far as Armagh or Stewartstown. I will only add, that it is one that loves you, as well as admires you, that is thus troublesome to you; and that I am, with the greatest truth, as well as esteem, sir, your most humble and most obedient servant,
WILLIAM RICHARDSON.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From William Richardson to Jonathan Swift - 2

FROM WILLIAM RICHARDSON, ESQ.
JULY, 25, 1738.
THERE are but very few things would give me a greater concern than the dean of St. Patrick's becoming indifferent toward me; and yet I fear one of those few things is the cause I have not had a line from you since I came hither. I beseech you ease ​me of my present pain, by telling me that you are well; that summer, which hath but lately reached us here, hath invited you, and tempted you to ride again.
If any thing occurs to you I can do, that is agreeable to you, if you have the least inclination to oblige me, you will let me know it.
My hurry here is almost over; but one affair or other will detain me till the latter end of October, if I get away then. I cannot say I pass my time disagreeably. I have had some opportunities of doing good offices; and, when I am not engaged by business, I live with a few friends that I love, and love me, and for the most part, go every week with one of them to the country for two or three days.
Your friend Bolingbroke is well, and at present with Mr. Pope. I am told he has sold Dawley. Alderman Barber, who has promised me to write to you by the next post, tells me his lordship inquired much about you and your health. The alderman plays his cards so as that his credit in the city daily increases. There is nothing but the vacancy wanted to put Mr. Dunkin in possession of the parish of Colrain.
I hear you have seen Pope's first Dialogue, 1738. Have you seen his Universal Prayer? This second dialogue, together with a copy of the inscription intended by the old duchess of Marlborough for a statue she is to erect of queen Anne, and a few lines attributed to lord Chesterfield, on another subject, wait on you enclosed.
Believe that I love as much as I admire you; and ​that I am, with the most perfect respect, dear sir, your most obliged and most truly faithful servant,
WILLIAM RICHARDSON.