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# The Original Fables of La Fontaine/The Monkey and the Cat

XXIX
THE MONKEY AND THE CAT
(Book IX.—No. 17)
Bertrand was a monkey and Ratter was a cat. They shared the same dwelling and had the same master, and a pretty mischievous pair they were. It was impossible to intimidate them. If anything was missed or spoilt, no one thought of blaming the other people in the house. Bertrand stole all he could lay his hands upon, and as for Ratter, he gave more attention to cheese than he did to the mice.
One day, in the chimney corner, these two rascals sat watching some chestnuts that were roasting before the fire. How jolly it would be to steal them they thought: doubly desirable, for it would not only be joy to themselves, but an annoyance to others.
"Brother," said Bertrand to Ratter, "this day you shall achieve your master-stroke: you shall snatch some chestnuts out of the fire for me. Providence has not fitted me for that sort of game. If it had, I assure you chestnuts would have a fine time."
No sooner said than done. Ratter delicately stirred the cinders with his paw, stretched out his claws two or three times to prepare for the stroke, and then adroitly whipped out first one, then two, then three of the chestnuts, whilst Bertrand crunched them up ​between his teeth. In came a servant, and there was an end of the business. Farewell, ye rogues!
I am told that Ratter was by no means satisfied with the affair.
And princes are equally dissatisfied when, flattered to be employed in any uncomfortable concern, they burn their fingers in a distant province for the profit of some king.
# The Original Fables of La Fontaine/The Priest and the Corpse

XI
THE PRIEST AND THE CORPSE
(Book VII.—No. 11)
There was a funeral. The dead body was progressing sadly towards its last resting place; and following, rather gladly, was the priest who meant to bury it as soon as possible.
The dead man, in a leaden coffin, was borne in a coach, and was properly shrouded in that robe the dead always wear be it summer or winter. As for the priest, he sat near it, intoning as hard as he could all sorts of orisons, psalms, lessons, verses, and responses, in the hope that the more he gave the more would be paid for. "Leave it to me, Mr. Deadman," his actions seemed to say. "I'll give you a nice selection; a little of everything. It's only a matter of fees, you know." And the Rev. John Crow kept his eye on his silent charge as if he expected some one would make off with it. "Mr. Deadman," his looks proclaimed, "by you I shall receive so and so much in money, so and so much in wax candles, and, possibly, a little more in incidental profits.
On the strength of these calculations he promised himself a quarter-cask of the best wine the neighbourhood could offer. Beyond that he settled that a certain very attractive niece of his, as well as his housekeeper Paquette, should both have new dresses.
​Whilst these pleasant and generous thoughts were running in his mind there came a terrific shock. The car overturned. The Rev, John Crow's head was broken by the coffin which fell upon him, Alas for the poor priest! he went to heaven with the parishioner he thought only to bury.
In reality, life over and over again is nothing but the fate of the Rev, John Crow who counted on his dead, and of Perrette who counted on her chickens.
# The Original Fables of La Fontaine/The Power of Fable

XVI
THE POWER OF FABLE
(Book VIII.—No. 4)
In the old, vain, and fickle city of Athens, an orator, seeing how the light-hearted citizens were blind to certain dangers which threatened the state, presented himself before the tribune, and there sought, by the very tyranny of his forceful eloquence, to move the heart of the republic towards a sense of the common welfare.
But the people neither heard nor heeded. Then the orator had recourse to more urgent arguments and stronger metaphors, potent enough to touch hearts of stone. He spoke in thunders that might have raised the dead; but his words were carried away on the wind. The beast of many heads did not deign to hear the launching of these thunderbolts. It was engrossed in something quite different. A fight between two urchins was what the crowd found so engaging; not the orator's warnings.
What then did the speaker do? He tried another plan. "Ceres," he began, "made a voyage one day ​with an eel and a swallow. After a time the three travellers were stopped by a river. This the eel got over by swimming and the swallow by flying——"
"Well! what about Ceres? What did she do?" cried the crowd with one voice.
"She did what she did!" retorted the speaker in anger. "But first she raged against you. What! Does it take a child's story to open your ears, you who should be eager for any news of the peril that menaces; you, the only state in Greece that takes no heed? You ask what Ceres did. Why do you not ask what Philip does?"
At this reproach the assembly was stirred. A mere fable brought them open-eared to all the orator would say.
We are all Athenians in this respect. I myself am, even as I point this moral. I should take the utmost pleasure now in hearing "The Ass's Skin" told to me. The world is old, they say: so it is; but, nevertheless, it is as greedy of amusement as a child.
* ↑ Elizur Wright explains that the orator was Demades.
* ↑ Horace spoke of the Roman people as a beast with many heads.
* ↑ Philip of Macedon, who was at war against the Greeks.
* ↑ An old French nursery tale.
# The Puritan Revolution

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# The Soft Side (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1900)/The Abasement of the Northmores

* Chapter 1
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# The Paradise/Volume 1/The Rule of Pachomius at Tabenna/Chapter 12

​Chapter XII: Of How When The Work Of The Brethren Was Sold Rabba Was Unwilling Even That They Should Accept The Full Price Of The Same
AND that same brother [who hath been mentioned above] took away from the shoemaker to sell a large number of shoes (or sandals) and other kinds of objects, and having received as their price a larger sum of money than the shoemaker had mentioned brought to him the oboli; and when the shoemaker had received the oboli, he reckoned up the price of the leather and of the labour of his hands, and the value of the work of the days wherein he had made the various kinds of [leather] objects, and found that it amounted to fifty oboli, whilst the money [which he had received] was three times that amount. Then straightway the shoemaker went to Rabbâ, and said unto him, “Verily, O father, this brother will never prosper by such acts as these, for he still hath in him a worldly mind.” And when Rabbâ said, “What is this matter in which he hath behaved so badly?” the shoemaker answered and said, “I gave him sandals and other kinds of [leather] things to sell, and I said unto him, ‘Their prices are so much,’ but he hath sold them for a great deal more, and he hath brought unto me a price which is three times as large as that which I mentioned to him.” When Rabbâ had heard these things, he called the brother and said unto him, “Why hast thou done thus?” And the brother said unto him, “Father, I told to the people who bought the sandals and the other things the price which this shoemaker told me to take, but they said to me, ‘Brother, if these things had been stolen they would be worth a far higher price than what thou askest’; and I, feeling ashamed, said to them, ‘They have not been stolen, and I have been commanded to ​sell them at the price which I have named; but whatsoever ye wish to give [me] for them, that give’; and they gave me what it pleased them to give me, and I never counted the oboli which were given unto me by them.” When Rabbâ had heard [these things] he said, “Thou hast sinned greatly in loving excess, but run quickly, and give back the excess in price to those who gave it to thee, and come and repent because of this offence, and sit in the monastery and perform the work of thy hands, for it is not good that thou, O my son, shouldst do again work of this kind”; and the brother did even as the old man had said unto him. Then Rabbâ appointed the holy man Zakkai, a good man, who overcame all the praises of the children of men by the manifestation of good deeds, and he administered all the affairs of the monastery.
# The Paradise/Volume 1/Preface

Preface
DURING the winter of 1888 the Vicar of the Chaldean Patriarch at Môsul (Nineveh) was so kind as to shew me some of the Syriac manuscripts in his possession, and among them was a thick oblong quarto volume containing the Lives of the Holy Men by Palladius and St. Jerome. I was familiar with the Syriac MSS. of the Paradise of Palladius in the British Museum, but I had never before seen so lengthy a copy of the work. The manuscript was old, that is to say, it was written probably in the thirteenth or fourteenth century, and as it was impossible to buy the volume, it being Church property, I asked permission to have a copy of it made. To this the Vicar assented, and a copy was made in due course and sent to England. On examination it was found to contain the Life of St. Anthony, by Athanasius, Archbishop of Alexandria, the Book of Paradise, by Palladius, the Askêtikon, or History of the Monks of Tabenna, the Histories of the Solitaries of the Desert of Egypt, attributed to St. Jerome, the Sayings of the Fathers, and the Questions and Answers of the Holy Men. In fact the manuscript contained a collection of works which were of the highest importance for the history of the rise and growth of Christian monasticism in Egypt.
In 1893 I published a full description of the contents of the manuscript (see Thomas of Margâ, The Book of Governors, Vol. II, pp. 192–206), and several extracts from it, and it was generally recognized that it contained a copy of the famous Redaction of the Book of Paradise which was made by Ânân-Îshô when he was a monk in the monastery of Bêth Âbhê, probably early in the seventh century. In 1898 my friend Dom Cuthbert Butler published the Prolegomena of his edition of the Greek text of the Paradise of Palladius, and in this work he discussed at length the critical value of my manuscript copy of the Syriac version. Soon after this I made translations of the five works contained in the manuscript, and these appeared, together with the Syriac texts, in two volumes in 1904. The work was not available for the public, being printed for private circulation only.
The number of those who are interested in the history of the Christian monastic movement in Egypt has increased consider​ably in recent years, and in answer to many requests it was decided to publish a popular edition of the translation of Ânan-Îshô’s great work in a handy form, and at a price which would place it within the reach of every reader. I therefore revised my translation, which had appeared in 1904, by the light of recently acquired manuscripts, and was able to fill up several gaps in the text: the present work is the result. An entirely new introduction has been prepared for this edition, and in it an attempt has been made to indicate the great value and importance of Ânân-Îshô’s Syriac Recension for the study of Christian monasticism in Egypt. It is hoped that this edition may add to the deserved popularity of the Book of Paradise and increase the reputation of Palladius.
E. A. WALLIS BUDGE.
British Museum, June 5, 1907.
# The Paradise/Volume 1/The Rule of Pachomius at Tabenna/Chapter 15

​Chapter XV: Of The Gift Of Tongues Which Pachomius Received
AND it came to pass that, when the blessed Pachomius was visiting the brethren in their cells, and was correcting the thoughts of each of them, he was obliged to visit a certain Roman, who was a nobleman of high rank, and who knew the Greek language very well. Now therefore, having come to this great man, so that he might exhort him with words which would be beneficial to him, and might learn the motions of his heart, the blessed man spake unto him in the Egyptian tongue, but the brother did not know what the blessed man said. And because the blessed man did not know how to speak Greek, Rabbâ was obliged to call some brother who would be able to interpret to each of them the things which were said by the other. Now when the brother came to interpret, the Greek did not wish to declare to Rabbâ through others the defects of his heart, and he spoke unto him thus, “After God, I wish thee, and thee alone, to know the wickednesses of my heart, and I do not desire to declare them unto thee through others, for I do not wish that any man except thee should hear them.” And when Rabbâ heard these words he commanded the brother who had come to interpret to depart, and because Rabbâ was unable to speak to the Greek brother the words which he wished to say to him about help and redemption, for he knew nothing whatsoever of the Greek language, he made a sign to him with his hand to remain until he came [back] to him. Then Rabbâ left him, and went to pray by himself, and he stretched out his hands towards heaven, and prayed to God, saying, “O Lord, Thou Mighty One, Who sustainest the universe, if I am not able to benefit the children of men whom Thou dost send unto me from the ends of the earth, because I am not acquainted with their languages, what need is there for them to come? But if Thou wishest them to be saved here through me, give me, O Lord, Thou Star of all creation, the power to know their languages so that I may be able to set their souls in the straight way.” And when he had prayed for more than three hours and had entreated God to grant him this knowledge, suddenly there ​was sent from heaven into his right hand something which was like unto a letter written on paper, and when he had read it, he learned immediately how to speak all tongues, and he sent up praise to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. And he came with great joy to that brother, and began to talk to him both Greek and Latin with such fluency that when the brother heard him, he saith that Rabbâ’s skill in speaking [Greek] surpassed that of all the learned men [of the day]. Then Rabbâ corrected him, as was right, and appointed to him the penance which was suitable to his defects, and he committed him to the Lord, and went forth from him.
# The Special Type

* "The Special Type" in Collier's Weekly 25(11) (16 June 1900): 10–11, 14.
    — First publication in any form. Illustrated by Charlotte Harding.
* "The Special Type" in The Better Sort (London: Methuen & Co., 1903): 68–84.
    — First English book edition
* "The Special Type" in The Better Sort (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1903): 93–115.
    — First American book edition
* "The Special Type" in Maud-Evelyn, The Special Type, The Papers and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1923): 47–73.
    — Volume 28 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# The Specimen Case/End matter

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# The Specimen Case

Short story collection, including a Kai Lung story and a Max Carrados story
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# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Meeting of the Grocers

THE MEETING OF THE GROCERS.
he knights of the firkin are gathered around, The rag-idols’ rights to assert; Each gatherer pricks up his ears at the sound, Town rags are advancing a penny a pound, While country rags sink in the dirt.
Aghast stand the brokers—the carrying-trade Is lost if the butter-boys win— The farmers are quaking, the worst is dismayed, Omnipotent Fundable trembles afraid, And Wall Street is all in a din.
’Twasn’t so when the banks in a body prepared To cut their own corporate throats; And, biting their thumbs at the farmers, declared To the thunderstruck dealers in butter and lard, They would handle no more of their notes.
Oh, Fundable! Fundable! look to thine own, Now, now, let thy management shine; I fear the young Franklin will worry thee down, And if all the bad paper be kicked out of town, Dear Fundable! where will be thine?
D.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Love of Notoriety

THE LOVE OF NOTORIETY.
here are laurels our temples throb warmly to claim, Unwet by the blood-dripping fingers of War, And as dear to the heart are the whispers of fame, As the blasts of her bugle rang fiercely and far; The death-dirge is sung o’er the warrior’s tomb, Ere the world to his valor its homage will give, But the feathers that form Notoriety’s plume, Are plucked in the sunshine, and live while we live.
There’s a wonderful charm in that sort of renown Which consists in becoming “the talk of the town;” ’Tis a pleasure which none but your “truly great” feels, To be followed about by a mob at one’s heels; And to hear from the gazing and mouth-open throng, The dear words “That’s he,” as one trudges along; While Beauty, all anxious, stands up on tip-toes, Leans on her beau’s shoulder, and lisps “There he goes.”
For this the young Dandy, half whalebone, half starch, Parades through Broadway with the stiff Steuben march; A new species of being, created, they say, By nine London tailors, who ventured one day
To cabbage a spark of Promethean fire, Which they placed in a German doll latticed with wire, And formed of the scarecrow a Dandy divine, But mum about tailors—I haven’t paid mine.
And for this, little Brummagem mounts with a smile His own hackney buggy, and dashes in style From some livery stable to Cato’s Hotel, And though ’tis a desperate task to be striving With these sons of John Bull in the science of driving, We have still a few Jockies who do it as well.
There are two, “par example,” ’tis joy to behold, With their Haytian grooms trotting graceful behind them, In their livery jackets of blue, green, and gold, Their bright varnished hats and the laces that bind them: The one’s an Adonis, who, since the sad day That he shot at himself has been courted no more; The other’s a name it were treason to say, A very great man—with “two lamps at his door.”
H.
# The Poetical Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck/The Forum

THE FORUM.
’is o’er—the fatal hour has come, The voice of eloquence is dumb, Mute are the members of the Forum! We’ve shed what tears we had to spare, There now remains the pious care Of chanting a sad requiem o’er ’em.
The Roman drank the Tiber’s wave, Ilissus’ stream its virtues gave To bid the Grecian live forever; Our Forum orators a draught Of greater potency have quaffed, Sparkling and pure from the North River!
Proudly our bosoms beat to claim Communion with our country’s fame From Bunker’s Hill to Chippewa. All who on battle-field or wave, Have met the death that waits the brave, Or pealed, above their foeman’s grave, The victor’s wild hurrah!
The one that quelled a tyrant king, And he who “grasped the lightning’s wing,” Were nurtured in our country’s bowers; But now a brighter gem is set Upon her star-wrought coronet, The world’s first orators are ours.
The name of every Forum chief Shall gleam upon our history’s leaf, Girded with glory’s quenchless fires; And poet’s pen and painter’s pallet Shall tell of William Paxson Hallett, And Richard Varick Dey—Esquires!
Resort of fashion, beauty, taste, The Forum-hall was nightly graced With all who blushed their hours to waste At balls—and such ungodly places; And Quaker girls were there allowed To show, among the worldly crowd, Their sweet blue eyes and pretty faces.
And thither all our wise ones went, On charity and learning bent, With open ears—and purses willing, Where they could dry the mourner’s tear, And see the world, and speeches hear, All, for “a matter of two shilling!”
Let Envy drop her raven quill, Let Slander’s venomed lip be still, And hushed Detraction’s croaking song, That dared, devoid of taste and sense, To call these sons of Eloquence A spouting, stammering, schoolboy throng.
In vain, for they in grave debate Weighed mighty themes of church and state With words of power, and looks of sages; While far diffused, their gracious smile Soothed Bony in his prison-isle. And Turkish wives in harem-cages!
Heaven bless them! for their generous pity Toiled hard to light our darkened city, With that firm zeal that never flinches; And long, to prove the love they bore us, With “more last words” they lingered o’er us, And died, like a tom-cat, by inches!
H.