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# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Council of Appointment at Albany

THE COUNCIL OF APPOINTMENT AT ALBANY.
here’s magic in the robe of power, Ennobling every thing beneath it; Its spell is like the Upas bower, Whose air will puff up all that breathe it. Alike it charms the horse-hair tress That Turkey’s three-tailed Bashaws wear, And hallows Clinton’s levee-dress Cut by the classic shears of Baehr.
Before its witchery, of late, Our proudest politicians trembled, When the five Heads that rule the State Around the Council-board assembled. There, arbiter of fates and fortunes, Of brains it well supplied the loss, Gave Bates and Rosencrantz importance, And made a gentleman of Ross.
’Tis vain to win a great man’s name Without some proof of having been one;
And Killing’s a sure path to fame, Vide Jack Ketch and Mr. Clinton! Our Council well this path have trod, Honor’s immortal wreath securing; They’ve dipped their hatchets in the blood, The patriot blood, of Mat Van Buren.
He bears, as every hero ought, The mandate of the powers that rule (He’s higher game in view, ’tis thought, All in good time; the man’s no fool). With him, some dozens prostrate fall, No friend to mourn, nor foe to flout them, They die unsung, unwept by all, For no one cares a sou about them.
Wortman and Scott may grace the bar again, For them, a blest exchange we make; We’ve dignity in Ned McGareaghan, And all, but that, in Jerry Drake. And lo! the wreath of withered leaves That lately twined Van Buren’s brow, Oakley’s pure, spotless hand receives; He’s earned it—’tis no matter how.
Let office-holders cease to weep, And put once more their gala-dress on;
The Council’s closed, and they may sleep In quiet, till the winter session. Since all, or in or out of place, Wear Knavery’s cloak or Folly’s feather, ’Tis ours their ups and downs to trace, And laugh at ins and outs together.
H.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Iron Grays

THE IRON GRAYS.
e twine the wreath of honor Around the warrior’s brow, Who, at his country’s altar, breathes The life-devoting vow, And shall we to the Iron Grays The meed of praise deny, Who freely swore, in danger’s days, For their native land to die?
For o’er our bleeding country Ne’er lowered a darker storm, Than bade them round their gallant chief The iron phalanx form. When first their banner waved in air, Invasion’s bands were nigh, And the battle-drum beat long and loud, And the torch of war blazed high!
Though still bright gleam their bayonets, Unstained with hostile gore, Far distant yet is England’s host, Unheard her cannon’s roar. Yet not in vain they flew to arms; It made the foeman know
That many a gallant heart must bleed Ere freedom’s star be low.
Guards of a nation’s destiny! High is that nation’s claim, For not unknown your spirit proud, Nor your daring chieftain’s name. ’Tis yours to shield the dearest ties That bind to life the heart, That mingle with the earliest breath, And with our last depart.
The angel-smile of beauty What heart but bounds to feel? Her fingers buckled on the belt, That sheathes your gleaming steel And if the soldier’s honored death In battle be your doom, Her tears shall bid the flowers be green That blossom round your tomb.
Tread on the path of duty, Band of the patriot brave, Prepared to rush, at honor’s call, “To glory or the grave.” Nor bid your flag again be furled Till proud its eagles soar, Till the battle-drum has ceased to beat, And the war-torch burns no more.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The King of the Doctors

THE KING OF THE DOCTORS.
ow stately yon palace uplifts its proud head, Where Broadway and Barclay Street meet; Abhorring its old-fashioned tunic of red, It shines in the lustre of chromate of lead. And its doors open—into the street!
No longer it rings to the merry sleigh-bells, The steeds’ gallant neighings are o’er; Instead of the pitchfork, we meet with scalpels, And the throne of his medical majesty dwells Where the horse-trough resided before.
Oh, David! how dreadful and dire was the note, When Rebellion beleaguered the place, When the bull-dog of discord unbolted his throat, And the hot Digitalis unbuttoned his coat, And doubled his fist in your face!
Then Syncope seized thee; all wild with affright The Lord Chamberlain cried “God defend ye!” Mac swung his shillelah in hopes of a fight, While the brave Surgeon-General exclaimed in delight, “Pugnatum est arte medendi.”
But your wars are all ended, you’re now at your ease, The Regents are bound for your debts; You may fleece your poor students as much as you please, Tax boldly, matriculate, double your fees, You can pay off all scores in brevets.
So a health to your highness, and long may you reign, O’er subjects obedient and true; If the snaffle won’t hold them, apply the curb-rein; And if ever they prance, or go backward again, May you horsewhip them all black and blue!
D.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Man who frets at Worldly Strife

THE MAN WHO FRETS AT WORLDLY STRIFE.
“A merry heart goes all the way, A sad one tires in a mile-a.”
he man who frets at worldly strife, Grows sallow, sour, and thin; Give us the lad whose happy life Is one perpetual grin; He, Midas-like, turns all to gold, He smiles when others sigh, Enjoys alike the hot and cold, And laughs through wet and dry.
There’s fun in every thing we meet, The greatest, worst, and best, Existence is a merry treat, And every speech a jest: Be’t ours to watch the crowds that pass Where Mirth’s gay banner waves; To show fools through a quizzing-glass, And bastinade the knaves.
The serious world will scold and ban, In clamor loud and hard, To hear Meigs called a Congressman, And Paulding styled a bard; But, come what may, the man’s in luck Who turns it all to glee, And laughing, cries, with honest Puck, “Great Lord! what fools ye be.”
D.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Dinner Party

THE DINNER-PARTY.
ohnny R * * * gave a dinner last night, The best I have tasted this season; The wine and the wit sparkled bright, ’Twas a frolic of soul and of reason. For the guests there was Cooper and Kean; Bishop Hobart and Alderman Brasher, Buchanan, that foe to the Queen, And Sherred the painter and glazier.
The beef had been warm, it is true, But when we sat down it was colder; The wine when we entered was new; When we drank it, ’twas six hours older. Mr. Kean, by-the-way, he’s no dunce; His plate was so often repeating, I thought he’d a genius at once Not only for acting but eating.
Mr. Cooper, a sensible man, Talked much of his scheme of rebuilding The theatre on a new plan, With fantastical carving and gilding.
Said he, “I’ve a thought of my own: Of the people, so stupid the taste is, I could fill the new playhouse in June If I only could furnish new faces.”
In addition to those I have named, Harry Cruger was there in his glory, That ci-devant jeune homme so famed In Paris—but that’s an old story. And General Lewis, by Jove! With two vests, and a new fashioned eye-glass, He looked like the young god of love At distance beheld through a spy-glass.
I have read my first stanza again, And find that for once I have erred: For Robert and Mat were the men, Instead of Buchanan and Sherred. Two Frenchmen, the best I have met, At home in bad English and flummery, Were there—just to make up the set, Together with Master Montgomery.
Jack Nicholson wanted to come With his pea-jacket on, but the ladies Compelled him to leave it at home; So he wore, as becoming his trade is,
Two epaulets—one on each arm, And a sword, once of laurels the winner, Ever ready, in case of alarm, At carving a foe or a dinner.
Bishop Hobart said grace with an air ’Twould have done your heart good to have seen him, And Lewis so sweetly did swear, You’d have thought that the devil was in him. And Alderman Brasher began A song, but he could not go through it. When Johnny R * * * asks me again To a fête—by the Lord, I’ll go to it!
H.
# The Song Book No. 4/Kelvin Grove

KELVIN GROVE.
# The Song Book No. 4/Oh! Nanny Wil't Thou Gang Wi' Me?

Oh! Nanny Wil't Thou gang Wi' Me?
# The Song Book No. 4/The Ewie Wi' the Crooked Horn

THE EWIE WI' THE CROOKED HORN.
# The Song Book No. 4/My Love She's But a Lassie Yet

MY LOVE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET.
# The Song Book No. 4/Scots wha hae, &c

Scots wha hae, &c.
# The Song Book No. 4/The Highland Plaid

THE HIGHLAND PLAID.
# The Song Book No. 4/My Nanne, O

My Nanne, O.
# The Song Book No. 4/Nae Luck About the House

NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.
# The Reminiscences of Carl Schurz/Volume Three/List of Illustrations

In addition to illustrations from Volume Three, illustrations have been taken from the serialization in McClure's Magazine. These illustrations are listed in a separate section below.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| | FACING PAGE |
| Carl Schurz in 1871 Frontispiece |
| St. Joseph's College at Emmitsburg, Maryland | 4 |
| The Town of Gettysburg | 8 |
| General George G. Meade | 20 |
| General Winfield S. Hancock | 20 |
| Captain Fritz Tiedemann | 30 |
| General Schimmelfennig | 34 |
| The Battlefield at Gettysburg | 38 |
| Major-General Carl Schurz | 50 |
| Colonel Friedrich Hecker | 64 |
| General U. S. Grant | 76 |
| General William Tecumseh Sherman | 128 |
| Jefferson Davis | 140 |
| General Otho C. Ord | 144 |
| Jacob Thompson | 148 |
| Clement C. Clay | 148 |
| President Johnson | 158 |
| Major-General O. O. Howard | 178 |
| Senator William Lewis Sharkey | 188 |
| Major-General E. R. S. Canby | 188 |
| Major-General H. W. Slocum | 200 |
| Thaddeus Stevens | 214 |
| Senator John Sherman | 220 |
| Senator William Pitt Fessenden | 220 |
| Senator Lyman Trumbull | 224 |
| Wendell Phillips | 228 |
| Senator John Potter Stockton | 232 |
| Senator Preston King | 238 |
| Senator Zachariah Chandler | 244 |
| Dr. Emil Preetorius | 256 |
| Prince Otto von Bismarck | 264 |
| Kaiser Wilhelm I | 270 |
| Emperor Napoleon III | 276 |
| Schuyler Colfax | 284 |
| Francis Preston Blair | 284 |
| Senator John B. Henderson | 292 |
| Senator Charles D. Drake | 296 |
| Alexander T. Stewart | 304 |
| President Grant | 308 |
| ONLY IN MCCLURE'S MAGAZINE |
| General Meade's Headquarters at Gettysburg |
| General Grant at Missionary Ridge |
| Major-General Joseph Hooker |
| Major-General H. W. Slocum |
| General William Tecumseh Sherman |
| Charleston After the War |
| A Photograph of General Howard, taken at Governor's Island in 1893 |
| Senator James Lane |
| The Chancellor's Palace on the Wilhelmstrasse |
| Count Hellmuth von Moltke |
| President Andrew Johnson |
| Horatio Seymour |
# The Reminiscences of Carl Schurz/Volume Three/Preface

Originally A Sketch of Carl Schurz's Political Career 1869-1906, the contribution mentioned in this preface, formed a second part of Volume Three. Since the sketch was not written by Carl Schurz, it has been separated from the material Carl Schurz wrote for Volume Three.
PREFACE
In 1904, when Mr. Schurz was nearing the end of the second volume, and was hoping to finish the first draft of the third volume in a year or two, he consented to the serial publication of parts of what he had written. The selection, special alteration and proof-reading of these rapidly appearing parts, and also the preparation of the first volume for the press—these and many incidental matters claimed the right of way and much impeded his progress with the third volume. When his work was abruptly terminated he had reached only the first problems of Grant's administration and had barely passed the threshold of his important services in the Senate. His manuscript is printed as he left it. Had he lived to complete his third volume, in which he hoped to reach at least the end of Hayes' administration, it would doubtless have been revised and condensed.
It was a serious question to decide how to fill out the third volume and how to treat the remainder of Mr. Schurz's career. Various projects were carefully considered. All except the one that has been followed, were found to be impracticable because they either did not suit present requirements or would interfere with probable later publications that ought to be kept distinct from the Reminiscences. Fortunately Mr. Schurz had preserved a practically complete set of his speeches and important public writings during all the later period, which are comprehensive, interesting and valuable, historically. He had also preserved a correspondence of many thousands of letters on matters of public interest. It was accordingly decided that it would be most in harmony with the Reminiscences and most welcome to the readers who have followed Mr. Schurz's narrative, if this vast material should be carefully examined with a view to making a summary sketch of the leading features of his political career after 1869.
​Mr. Frederic Bancroft, for many years a valued friend of Mr. Schurz, seemed peculiarly fitted for this task and could happily be prevailed upon to undertake it. He was so fortunate as to be able to associate with himself Professor William A. Dunning of Columbia University, an authority on that period of history. The results of their collaboration are presented in a later part of this volume.
AGATHE SCHURZ, MARIANNE SCHURZ, CARL L. SCHURZ.
New York, October, 1908
# The Reminiscences of Carl Schurz/Volume Two

A scan-backed version of this volume with fewer illustrations can be found at Volume Two (with scans).
THE
REMINISCENCES
OF
CARL SCHURZ
VOLUME TWO
1852-1863
CARL SCHURZ IN 1861
TABLE OF CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| | Note | |
| | List of Illustrations | |
| I | First Years in America—Visit to Washington | 3 |
| II | Journey to the West—Short Visit to Europe, Wagner | 39 |
| III | Beginnings in Politics | 65 |
| IV | A Western Campaign in 1859 | 143 |
| V | The Campaign of 1860 | 173 |
| VI | Spain | 245 |
| VII | War | 327 |
| VIII | Fredericksburg—Chancellorsville | 387 |

## Sources

* Facsimile of Volume Two at the Internet Archive
See the Reminiscences talk page for more details.
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# The Tales of John Oliver Hobbes/A Bundle of Life/Dedication

To
WALTER SPINDLER.
AH, not for me—to learn the truth by dreaming,
To hear the cries of earth in melody,
To know 'tis night but when the stars are gleaming,—
Ah, not for me.
Music of form and colour's mystery,
The joy of fashioning in fairest seeming
Life's dullest clay and Winter's barest tree;
To count the years as moments—only deeming
That truly Time which makes thy Art to thee
The one thing needful and the all-redeeming,—
Ah, not for me!
September 23, 1893.
# The Stone of the Sun and the First Chapter of the History of Mexico/Starr's Introduction

INTRODUCTION
In the course upon Mexico, which has been given repeatedly to my students at the University of Chicago during the last twenty-five years, we have always devoted some time to the study of the "Aztec Calendar Stone." As a specimen of native American art it is of extraordinary interest; as a mass of symbols, in which the astronomical and chronometric knowledge of the ancient Mexicans is, in a sense, summarized, it is of the highest importance.
It has long been my intention to print a sort of study guide regarding the stone for the use of my students. My plan was to prepare a careful summary of the argument of each and every work who had seriously attempted to interpret the stone; to arrange these summaries in chronological order; to subject them to critical investigation in order to extract from them what appear to be final conclusions; to add some original suggestions as to significance; and, finally, to point out what further study was necessary in order to a full understanding of the monument.
While I delayed, another worker has done a task so nearly like the one I proposed that mine seems no longer necessary. Mr. Enrique Juan Palacios, of the City of Mexico, has presented a paper, entitled La Piedra del Sol y el primer capitulo de la historia de México, before the Sociedad Cientifica "Antonio Alzate," which has been printed in its Memorias. It is an admirable piece of work. I have felt that it would be better for me to translate it into English than to write a new work. Nor have I thought it desirable to recast his work or to alter it. I still think that, for students in a class, my method—presenting complete summaries of the ideas of each author, before attempting study of details—is preferable, but I present Señor Palacios' work as he made it. I have omitted some sentences or paragraphs which did not in any way affect either his argument or his conclusions; there are also a few verbal changes and one or two additions, but these have been made by the author himself and have been translated from his copy.
Señor Palacios has made an actual contribution to our knowledge of the Calendar Stone. This is not to say I am as yet prepared ​to accept each and all of his suggestions. His long-continued and capable study, however, deserves and earns serious consideration of his views. Faithful examination of his work will show students what may be accepted as settled; it will also indicate what problems remain to be solved.
Chicago June 21, 1921
# The Storm-Painter in his Dungeon

* The Storm-Painter in his Dungeon, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 25, 1829.
* The Storm Painter in his Dungeon, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Miscellaneous Poems), 1830.
# The Storks

English-language translations of Storkene include:
* "The Storks" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Storks" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "The Storks" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "The Storks" in Hans Andersen's fairy tales (1913), translated by unknown translator, illustrated by W. Heath Robinson
* "The Storks" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
# The Story Behind the Verdict

The series of mysterious crimes hidden behind bungling verdicts by coroner's juries makes up the contents of Frank Danby's new volume which, while interesting as a clever example of the Sherlock Holmes type of story, is a curious and radical departure from the customary methods of the author of Pigs in Clover. Keightley Wilbur, a young novelist and playwright, master of the epigram and paradox and possessed of an unwholesome love for ferreting out ugly deeds. [...] The circumstances under which Keightley subsequently tells real facts to a friend, forms another sub-current of narrative which recurs intermittently through the succeeding stories and is quite outside of the stories themselves.—From a review in the Bookman, November 1915
THE STORY BEHIND THE VERDICT
* FULL SWING
* HEART OF A CHILD
* CONCERT PITCH
* LET THE ROOF FALL IN
* PIGS IN CLOVER
* BACCARAT
* DR. PHILLIPS, Etc.
THE STORY BEHIND THE VERDICT
BY
FRANK DANBY
Author of "Pigs in Clover," "Heart of a Child," etc.
NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
1915
Copyright, 1914
By HARPER'S WEEKLY
COPYRIGHT, 1915
By DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY

### CONTENTS

* chapterpage
* Introduction vii
* I The Case of Pierre Lamotte 1
* II The Arbuthnot Case 32
* III The Case of Mornington Ransby 74
* IV Medical Etiquette 102
* V The Seddon-Battyes 133
* VI The Affair of Harry Maingaye 175
* VII The Inquest on Armand le Mesurier 205
* VIII The End of the Story 245
* IX La Valière and Her Pearls 284
* Epilogue 317
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# The Roads Also

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The roads also have their wistful rest, When the weathercocks perch still and roost, And the looks of men turn kind to clocks And the trams go empty to their drome. The streets also dream their dream.
The old houses muse of the old days And their fond trees leaning on them doze. On their steps chatter and clatter stops For the cries of other times hold men And they hear the unknown moan.
They remember alien ardours and far futures And the smiles not seen in happy features. Their begetters call them from the gutters; In the gardens unborn child-souls wail, And the dead scribble on walls.
Though their own child cry for them in tears, Women weep but hear no sound upstairs. They believe in love they had not lived And passion past the reach of stairs To the world's towers or stars.
# The Robber-Bridegroom (Grimm/Taylor)

* "The Robber-Bridegroom" in German Popular Stories (1826) (transcription project)
* "The Robber-Bridegroom" in Grimm's Goblins (1876)

## See also

* "The Robber Bridegroom" (1912), Taylor translation, revised by Marian Edwardes
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# The Road to Wellville/Chapter 7

Why We Can’t Follow in Grandmother's Footsteps
She needed no gymnasium or “daily dozen,” because water was carried (not just turned on at the spigot), food was cooked at the crane in the fireplace or on the wood range (not on the electric or gas stove), her foot was busy at the spinning wheel!
She did not need to know about exercise and fresh air, and vitamins and coarse foods, and where to get her iron and lime. They were all forced upon her. She couldn’t escape them. The further we get from nature and simplicity, the more we need to know in order to live wisely.
​So do not try to wear grandmother’s hoop skirts under your tubular one-piece dress. It can’t be done! We who step from home or office to elevator, motor, or street car (whereas she jolted in a springless wagon over pioneer roads) cannot compare our life with hers. Civilization takes the physical stress and exercise out of life and substitutes for it nervous strain—hardly a compensating exchange.
Refrigerator cars, cold storage, transportation facilities, cables and telegraph wires have bound the nations so closely together that fresh fruits and vegetables from many lands are with us the seasons round. Our garden patch is the world—an advantage that we should make the most of, not begrudging the investment, for it pays big health dividends. All foods are more abundant, more available, more sanitary, better kept—the package cereals working a big advantage here. We must make use of all these compensating advantages as we exchange old ways for new ones.
In return for our greater leisure and shifting the weight of many household burdens to other shoulders, we must put more thought upon what we need and why, in order to choose from these modified foods.
If we eat refined grains, white flour that has lost the bran and germ, with their vitalizing minerals, vitamins and the “roughage” of the outer branny coats, then we need more of the bran itself in such appetizing forms as Post’s Bran Flakes and Grape-Nuts, and also ​bulky, moisture-bearing vegetables and fruits to offset this tendency in our diet.
If we eat only the overcooked meats, minced and sauced, and daintily refrain from the liver, kidneys, and brains, then we miss the important vitamin values that are contained in these organs. If we are overfatigued and nervous, we should sleep or rest, not lash our nerves to overeffort by caffein-bearing beverages; hence Postum!
These facts stand reiteration from different points of view. Plainly we must keep our eyes wide open and know how to keep in step with the times, if we would fare happily along the Road to Wellville.