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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/More, Hannah

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​MORE, Hannah, an English authoress, born in Stapleton, Gloucestershire, Feb. 2, 1745, died in Clifton, Sept. 7, 1833. She was educated at a seminary kept by her sisters in Bristol, in the direction of which she afterward became associated. At the age of 16 she composed a pastoral drama, "The Search after Happiness" (1773). In 1774 appeared her tragedy of "The Inflexible Captive," and in 1775 two legendary poems, "Sir Edred of the Bower" and "The Bleeding Rock." Garrick brought out her tragedy of "Percy" in 1777. "The Fatal Falsehood" was produced in 1779. About this time religious impressions induced Miss More to cease writing for the stage. A volume of "Sacred Dramas" (1782), "Florio," a satirical tale (1786), a "Poem on the Slave Trade" and "Thoughts on the Manners of the Great" (1788), and "Religion of the Fashionable World" (1791) were among her next productions. She began at Bath in 1795 a monthly periodical called the "Cheap Repository," consisting of short moral tales written by herself, among which was "The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain." The work attained an enormous circulation. Miss More removed to Cheddart, founded there several schools, and soon extended her charitable efforts for the education of the poor into all the surrounding country. After the appearance of her "Strictures on the Modern System of Female Education" (1799), she was invited to draw up a plan of instruction for the princess Charlotte of Wales, and produced "Hints toward forming the Character of a Young Princess" (1805). "Cœlebs in Search of a Wife," her most popular work (1809), went through 10 editions in one year. It was followed by "Practical Piety" (1811), "Christian Morals" (1812), an "Essay on the Character and Writings of St. Paul" (1815), and "Modern Sketches" (1819). In 1828 she removed from Barleywood in Gloucestershire, where she had lived for several years with her sisters, to Clifton. She accumulated by her writings about 30,000, one third of which she bequeathed for charitable purposes. The best edition of her works is in 11 vols. 16mo (London, 1853).—See "Memoirs of the Life and Correspondence of Mrs. Hannah More," by William Roberts (4 vols. 8vo, London, 1834; 2 vols. 12mo, New York, 1836), and " Correspondence of Hannah More with Zachary Macaulay " (London, 1860).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/More, Henry

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​MORE, Henry, an English philosopher, born in Grantham, Lincolnshire, Oct. 12, 1614, died in Cambridge, Sept. 1, 1687. He studied at Eton, and in 1631 removed to Christ's college, Cambridge, where he took the degree of bachelor in 1635 and of master in 1639, became a fellow of his college, and passed the remainder of his life in retirement and meditation. The rectory of Ingoldsby was resigned by him in 1642, and he became a prebendary of Gloucester in 1675, but soon resigned. In 1640 he published a philosophical poem, entitled "Psychozoia, or the Life of the Soul." At the request of Lady Conway, a Quakeress, he wrote the Conjectura Cabalistica, the Philosophiæ Teutonicæ Censura, and other works. The first of these treatises was an attempt to interpret the book of Genesis into three distinct meanings, the literal, philosophical, and mystical or divinely moral. In 1656 appeared his Enthusiasmus Triumphatus, a discourse on the nature, causes, kinds, and cure of enthusiasm. Among his other publications are: Enchiridium Metaphysicum; "The Mystery of Godliness;" "The Mystery of Iniquity;" a "Discourse on the Immortality of the Soul;" and a treatise entitled "Medela Mundi, or Cure of the World," left unfinished. His principal writings appeared in English (2d ed., 1662; 4th ed., 1712), and a complete edition of his works was published in Latin (1679). His life was written by the Rev. Richard Ward (London, 1710).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Morristown

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MORRISTOWN, a post village in Morris township, capital of Morris co., New Jersey, on the Whippany river and the Morris and Essex division of the Delaware, Lackawanna, and Western railroad, 43 m. N. N. E. of Trenton, and 32 m. by rail W. by N. of New York; pop. about 5,000. It is built on an elevated plain commanding beautiful views of the surrounding country. The streets are regularly laid out, the houses neatly built, and there is a public square in the centre, in which is a soldiers' monument. It is the principal market for the surrounding country, which is rich in agricultural products, and it contains a handsome court house, two national banks, manufactures of iron, &c., six hotels, five schools, three weekly newspapers, and eight churches. It is a favorite summer residence for citizens of New York. Morristown is noted as having been the headquarters of the
American army on two occasions during the revolutionary war, in the winters of 1776-7 and 1779-'80. The remains of an old fort are still visible in the rear of the court house. The house occupied by Gen. Washington is now the property of the state.
New Jersey State Asylum for the Insane.
About 3 m.
from the village a new state insane asylum, one of the largest and best arranged in the country, is in course of erection. It is to be completed early in 1875, and with site and equipments will cost about $2,000,000. The grounds embrace 408 acres. The entire length
of the building is 1,243 ft., and the depth, from the front of the main centre to the rear of the extreme wing, 542 ft. The wings on the right and left of the centre building are three stories high, except those at the extreme ends, which are two stories. It is built principally of light granite quarried on the grounds, in ornamental style, and will accommodate about 1,000 patients.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Mädler, Johann Heinrich

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MÄDLER, Johann Heinrich, a German astronomer, born in Berlin, May 29, 1794, died in Hanover, March 14, 1874. He gained a high reputation as teacher in the principal normal schools in Berlin. In 1829, in company with his pupil Wilhelm Beer, the brother of Meyerbeer, he commenced the construction of the great map of the moon afterward published at Berlin (1834-'6). This was followed by his Allgemeine Selenographie (2 vols., 1837). In 1833 he made chronometrical observations for the Russian government on the island of Rügen. In 1836 he was appointed director of the Berlin observatory, and in 1840 of that of Dorpat. In 1865 he returned to Germany on account of a disease of the eyes. In his work Die Centralsonne (Dorpat, 1846) he advanced the hypothesis of the existence of a central body, preponderating in mass, as the universal centre of gravity about which the whole stellar universe revolves, designating the bright star η Tauri (Alcyone) in the Pleiades as such centre. This latter assumption is now very generally rejected by astronomers. He made a great number of important observations upon the physical aspects of Mars and Jupiter, upon double stars, the determined periods of variable stars, and the centre of gravity of the solar system. Among his works are: Untersuchungen über die Fixsternsysteme (Mitau, 1847-'8); Populäre Astronomie (Berlin, 1841; 6th ed., 1866); and Geschichte der Himmelskunde nach ihrem gesammten Umfange (Brunswick, 1872-'3).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Mordaunt, Charles

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​MORDAUNT, Charles. See Peterborough, Earl of.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Mordvins

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​MORDVINS, a people inhabiting eastern Russia. They form a subdivision of the Bulgaric or Volgaic family of the Finnic branch of the Turanian, Uralo-Altaic, or Mongolian races, and are related to the Tcheremisses and Tchuvashes. (See Finns.) Their number has been estimated at 400,000, and their territory lies principally between the rivers Oka and Volga in the ​Russian governments of Nizhni Novgorod, Tambov, Pensa, Simbirsk, and Saratov, extending also into Samara and Astrakhan. Dialectically they may be subdivided into Mokzhas, chiefly dwelling on the banks of the Sura and Mokzha, and Ersas, occupying the shores of the Oka.—See Ahlquist, Mokscha-mordwinische Grammatik (St. Petersburg, 1871).
# The Book of Scottish Song/Poor Mary

Poor Mary.
[Angus Fletcher.—Tune, "A' body's like to get married but me."]
I met my dear lassie short syne in yon dale, But deep was her sigh, and her cheek it was pale; And sad the saft smile that was heaven to see: Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy—like me.
A feverish heat has deprived o' their bloom Her lips, ance sae rosy, exhaling perfume; An' changed is the glance o' her blythe hazel e'e,— Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy—like me.
'Twas thus a fair floweret adorn'd my lone walk, But chill blew the east on its tender green stalk: No more its sweet blossoms allure the wild bee— Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy—like me.
If I were but destined to ca' her my ain, I'd shield her sae fondly frae sna', win', an' rain; And, nightly, this bosom her pillow wad be:— Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy—like me.
Detraction and malice—society's pest! I know 'tis your venom that pains her pure breast; But, O for that haven, 'yont life's stormy sea, Where Mary, I trust, shall be happy wi' me!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Phemie

Phemie.
[Thomas C. Latto.—Here first printed.]
We sat upon a grassy knowe, My lassie dear an' me, When round her neck my arms I flung An' gat her on my knee. White as the swan's that bonnie neck, How saft nae words may say, I lookit fondly in her face, And gazed the hours away.
The e'enin' cloud that's fring'd wi' gowd Was match'd wi' Phemie's hair; The apple bloom,—how saft its tint, Her cheek was twice as fair. Her breath was sweeter than the breeze That plays 'mang new-maun hay; Her form was gracefu' as a fawn, An' fresh as openin' day.
Her poutin' lips sae rosy red 'Mang laughin' dimples dwell, Nae journey-wark were they I trow, But made by Love himsel'. Her voice was like a Unty's sang, Her een were bonnie blue, And mine drank in the livin' light That sparkled through the dew.
I kist her twenty times and mair, Syne took them a' again; My heart was rinnin owre wi' bliss That hour she was mine ain. O monie a day has fled sinsyne, When first her lips I prest, But ne'er a wish has stray'd frae her, In blessing, I am blest.
Our love was bonnie in the bud, But bonnier in the bloom,— The morning rose delights the e'e, The gloamin' brings perfume. Methuselah's were mony years, But lived I lang as he, I'll ne'er forget the raptur'd hour, I gat her on my knee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu.
[The "Pibroch of Donald the Black" is a very ancient pibroch belonging to Clan Macdonald, and supposed to refer to the expedition of Donald Balloch, who, in 1431, launched from the isles with a considerable force, invaded Lochaber, and at Inverlochy defeated and put to flight the Earls of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of an army superior to his own. The song here given was written by Sir Walter Scott for Campbell's Albyn's Anthology, 1816. It may also be seen set to music in Thomson's collection, 1830.]
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons; Come in your war array, Gentles and commons!
Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one; Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one!
Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges; Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Leave the corpse uninterr'd, The bride at the altar.
Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended: Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded. Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster: Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master.
Fast they come, fast they come, See how they gather; Wide waves the eagle plume, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set; Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Now for the onset!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Pinkie House

Pinkie House.
[The following song was written by Joseph Mitchell to an old melody, which resembles in its character a church tune, called "Rothe's Lament." Pinkie House is the name of the seat of Sir John Hope, Bart., situated near the town of Musselburgh. From this song the tune is now called "Pinkie House," and the old name "Rothe's Lament" is dropped. Mitchell was the son of a stone-mason, and was born in 1684. He was author of a tragedy called Fatal Extravagance, of an opera called the Highland Fair, and of two volumes of Poems, published in 1729. He died in 1738. Long before his death, be got introduced to Sir Robert Walpole, the celebrated Whig minister, by whom he was liberally patronized, insomuch that he used to be called the Premier's Poet. Besides "Pinkie House" Mitchell wrote another song to the same tune, beginning,
"As Sylvia in a forest lay,"
which has sometimes been erroneously ascribed to David Mallet.]
By Pinkie House oft let me walk, And muse o'er Nelly's charms! Her placid air, her winning talk, Even envy's self disarms. O let me, ever fond, behold Those graces void of art— Those cheerful smiles that sweetly hold, In willing chains, my heart!
O come, my love! and bring anew That gentle turn of mind; That gracefulness of air in you By nature's hand design'd. These, lovely as the blushing rose, First lighted up this flame, Which, like the sun, for ever glows Within my breast the same.
Ye light coquettes! ye airy things! How vain is all your art! How seldom it a lover brings! How rarely keeps a heart! O gather from my Nelly's charms That sweet, that graceful ease, That blushing modesty that warms, That native art to please! ​Come then, my love! O, come along! And feed me with thy charms; Come, fair inspirer of my song! Oh, fill my longing arms! A flame like mine can never die, While charms so bright as thine, So heavenly fair, both please the eye, And fill the soul divine!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Po'k-head Wood

Po’k-head Wood.
[Rev. Thomas Brydson.—Po'k-head is a local contraction for Pollock-head, a wood on the estate of Sir John Maxwell of Pollock, Bart. in Renfrewshire.]
O Po'k-head wood is bonnie, When the leaves are in their prime; O, Po'k-head wood is bonnie, In the tunefu' summer time.
Up spake the brave Sir Archibald— A comely man to see— 'Twas there I twined a bower o' the birk For my true love and me.
The hours they lichtsomely did glide, When we twa linger't there; Nae human voices but our ain To break the summer air.
O, sweet in memory are the flowers That blossom't round the spot,— I never hear sic music noo, As swell't the wild bird's note.
The tremblin' licht amang the leaves— The licht and the shadows seen— I think of them and Eleanor, Her voice and love-fill'd een.
O, Po'k-head wood is bonnie, When the leaves are in their prime: O, Po'k-head wood is bonnie, In the tunefu' summer time.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Polwarth on the Green

Polwarth on the Green.
[Burns says this song was written by a Captain John Drummond M'Gregor of the family of Bochaldie, but he must have been misinformed. The first four and the last four lines are old; the rest was added by Ramsay, and the whole is given in the first vol. of the Tea-Table Miscellany. "Polwarth," says Mr. Robert Chambers, "is a small primitive-looking parish-village in the centre of Berwickshire, with a green, in the centre of which three thorns grow within a little enclosure. These trees are the successors of one aged thorn, which, after keeping its place there for centuries, was blown down some years ago. It was formerly the custom of the villagers, who are a simple race, and were formerly vassals to the Earl of Marchmont, whose seat is in the neighbourhood, to dance round this venerable tree at weddings; which they are said to have done in consequence of a romantic incident in the history of the noble family just mentioned."]
At Polwarth, on the green, If you'll meet me the morn, Where lads and lasses do convene To dance around the thorn; A kindly welcome you shall meet Fra her, wha likes to view A lover and a lad complete, The lad and lover you. ​Let dorty dames say Na, As lang as e'er they please, Seem caulder than the snaw, While inwardly they bleeze; But I will frankly shaw my mind, And yield my heart to thee— Be ever to the captive kind, That langs na to be free.
At Polwarth, on the green, Amang the new-mawn bay, With sangs and dancing keen We'll pass the live-lang day. At nicht, if beds be ower thrang laid, And thou be twined of thine, Thou shalt be welcome, my dear lad, To take a part of mine.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Pompey's Ghost

Pompey's Ghost.
[Written by John Lowe, author of "Mary's Dream."]
From perfect and unclouded day, From joys complete without allay, From joys complete without allay, And from a spring without decay; I come by Cynthia's borrow'd beams, To visit my Cornelia's dreams, And give them still sublimer themes.
I am the man you lov'd before, Those streams have wash'd away my gore, Those streams have wash'd away my gore, And Pompey he shall bleed no more; Nor shall my vengeance be withstood, Nor unattended by a flood, Of Roman or Egyptian blood.
Cæsar himself it shall pursue, His days shall troubled be and few, His days shall troubled be and few, And he shall fall by treason too. He, by a justice all divine, Shall fall a victim to my shrine: As I was his, he shall be mine.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Poor little Jessie

Poor little Jessie.
[James Hogg.]
O what gart me greet when I partit wi' Willie, While at his guid fortune ilk ane was sae fain? The neibers upbraidit, and said it was silly, When I was sae soon to see Willie again.
He ga'e me his hand as he gaed to the river, For oh! he was aye a kind brother to me; Right sair was my heart frae my Willie to sever, An' saut was the dew-drop that smartit my e'e.
It wasna the kiss that he ga'e me at parting, Nor yet the kind squeeze that he ga'e to my hand, It wasna the tear frae his blue e'e was starting, As slaw they were shoving the boat frae the land.
The tear that I saw owre his bonnie cheek straying, It pleased me, indeed, but it doubled my pain; For something within me was constantly saying, "Ah, Jessie! ye'll never see Willie again.
The bairn's unco wae to be ta'en frae its mother, The linnet laments when bereaved o' its young, But oh, to be reft of an only kind brother,— That feeling can neither be paintit nor sung.
I dream'd a' the night that my Willie was wi' me, Sae kind to his Jessie, at meeting sae fain, An' just at the dawning a friend cam' to see me, And tell'd me I never wad see him again.
I ha'e nae body now to look kind and caress me; I look for a friend, but nae friend can I see; I dinna ken what's to become o' poor Jessie; The warld has little mair pleasure for me. ​It's lang sin' I lost baith my father an' mother, I'm simple an' poor, an' forlorn on the way; I had ane that I likit, an only dear brother, My Willie—but he's lying cauld i' the clay.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Phillis the fair

Phillis the fair.
[Also written by Burns, for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "Robin Adair." The Phillis here celebrated was Miss Phillis Macmurdo, afterwards Mrs Norman Lockhart of Carnwath, who died in 1825.]
While larks with little wing Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing spring, Forth I did fare; Gay the sun's golden eye, Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair.
In each bird's careless song, Glad did I share; While yon wild flowers among, Chance led me there. Sweet to the opening day, Rosebuds bent the dewy spray; Such thy bloom! did I say, Phillis the fair.
Down in a shady walk, Doves cooing were: I marked the cruel hawk Caught in a snare. So kind may fortune be, Such make his destiny! He who would injure thee, Phillis the fair.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Phœbe Graeme

Phœbe Graeme.
[Alex. Maclaggan.]
Arise, my faithfu' Phœbe Graeme! I grieve to see ye sit Sae laigh upon your creepy stool, In sic a dorty fit! A reamin' cog's a wilin' rogue; But, by my vows sincere, Ilk smilin' cup, by mirth flll'd up, Was drained wi' friends lang dear.
Ye needua turn your tearfu' e'e Sae aften on the clock; I ken the short han' frae the lang As weel as wiser folk. Let hoary time, wi' bleth'rin' chime, Taunt on—nae wit has he! Nae spell-spun hour—nae wilin' power, Can win my heart frae thee.
Oh, weel ye ken, dear Phœbe Graeme! Sin' we, 'maist bairns, wed, That, torn by poortith's iron teeth, My heart has aft times bled:— Fortune, the jaud, for a' she had, Doled me but feckless blanks; But bless'd wi' thee, and love, and glee, I scorn her partial pranks.
As drumlie clouds o'er summer skies Let anger's shadows flit! There's days o' peace, and nights o' joy, To pass between us yet! For I do swear to thee, my fair, Till life's last pulse be o'er, Till light depart, my faithfu' heart Shall love thee more and more!
Fair be thy fa'! my Phœbe Graeme! Enraptured now I see The smile upon thy bonnie face, Whilk wont to welcome me. Grant me the bliss o' ae fond kiss, Ae kind forgi'ein' blink O' thy true love, and I will prove Far wiser than ye think!
# The Bird Book/Dippers

DIPPERS. Family CINCLID^E
701. DIPPER. Cinclus mexicanus unicolor.
Range Mountains of western North America from Alaska to Central America.
These short-tailed, grayish colored birds are among the strangest of feathered creatures; they frequent the sides of mountain streams where they feed upon aquatic insects and small fish. Although they do not have webbed feet, they swim on or under water with the greatest of ease and rapidity, using their wings as paddles. They have a thrush-like bill and the teetering habits of the Sandpiper, and they are said to be one of the sweetest of songsters. They nest among the rocks along the banks of swiftly flowing streams, and sometimes beneath falls; the nests are large round structures of green moss, lined with fine grass and with the entrance on the side. The eggs are pure white, four or five in number, and laid during May or June. Size 1.00 x .70.
# The Bird Book/Curassows and Guans

CURASSOWS AND GUANS. Family CRACID^E
311. CHACHALACA. Ortalis vetula mccalli.
Range. Eastern portions of Mexico, north to the Lower Rio Grande Valley in Texas. A very peculiar grayish colored bird with a
Chachalaca
Buffy white ^
greenish gloss to the back, and a long, broad tail, quite long legs, and with the face and sides of the throat devoid of feathers. They are very abundant birds in some localities, and very noisy during the breeding season, their notes resembling a harsh trumpeting repetition of their name. They are ground inhabiting birds, but nest in low bushes. Their nests are made of sticks, twigs, leaves, or moss and are generally frail, flat structures only a few feet above the ground. During April, they lay from three to five buffy white eggs, the shell of which is very rough and hard. Size 2.25 x 1.55.
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