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# The Bangladesh Gazette, Extraordinary, January 2, 1986

​Registered No. DA-1
The Bangladesh Gazette Extrordinary Published by Authority
THURSDAY, JANUARY 2, I986
GOVERNMENT OF THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF BANGLADESH
MINISTRY OF ESTABLISHMENT
Section-SAI
NOTIFICATION
Dhaka, the 30th December, 1985
No.S.R.O.533-L/85.—In exercise of the powers conferred by the first proviso to sub-paragraph (2) of paragraph 9 of the Senior Services Pool Order, 1979, the Government is pleased to make the following further amendment in this Ministry's Notification No. S.R.O. L96-L/8S/ME/SAl-34/85-137, dated the 24th April, 1985, namely :—
In the aforesaid Notification, for the wands, figures commas "the 31st December, 1985,” the words, ﬁgures and commas “the 31st March, 1986," shall be substituted and shall be deemed always to have been so substituted.
By order of the President MD. SHAMSUL HAQUE CHISHTY Secretary.
Printed by Khandker Obaidul Muktader. Deputy Controller, Bangladesh Government Press Dhaka.
Published by Md. Rabiul Hossain, Deputy Controller, Bangladesh Forms and Publications Office, Tejgaon. Dhaka.
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# The Banished Man

Published 1794.

### Contents
##### Volume 1

* Preface
* Chapter I.
* Chapter II.
* Chapter III.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter V.
* Chapter VI.
* Chapter VII.
* Chapter VIII.
* Chapter IX.
* Chapter X.
* Chapter XI.
* Avis Au Lecteur
* Chapter XII.
* Chapter XIII.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter XV.
* Chapter XVI.
* Chapter XVII.
* Chapter XVIII.
* Chapter XIX.
* Chapter XX.
* Chapter XXI.
* Chapter XXII.

##### Volume 2

* Chapter I.
* Chapter II.
* Chapter III.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter V.
* Chapter VI.
* Chapter VII.
* Chapter VIII.
* Chapter IX.
* Chapter X.
* Chapter XI.
* Chapter XII.
* Chapter XIII.
* Chapter XIV.
* Chapter XV.
* Chapter XVI.
* Chapter XVII.
* Chapter XVIII.
* Chapter XIX.
* Chapter XX.
* Chapter XXI.
* Chapter XXII.
* Chapter XXIII.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Banished Man/Volume 1
### Contents

* Preface
* Chapter I.
* Chapter II.
* Chapter III.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter V.
* Chapter VI.
* Chapter VII.
* Chapter VIII.
* Chapter IX.
* Chapter X.
* Chapter XI.
* Avis Au Lecteur
* Chapter XII.
* Chapter XIII.
* Chapter IV.
* Chapter XV.
* Chapter XVI.
* Chapter XVII.
* Chapter XVIII.
* Chapter XIX.
* Chapter XX.
* Chapter XXI.
* Chapter XXII.
# The Band of the Titanic

"Up, lads! they say we've struck a berg, though there 's no danger yet"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The Band of the Titanic" in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine (July 1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The Band of the 'Titanic'" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The Band of the Titanic" in Poems II.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# The Admiral’s Caravan

* information about this edition.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
This children’s story follows the adventures of Dorothy, a young girl in her wanderings through a fantasy world. The book was illustrated by Reginald B. Birch.

## Contents

* Author’s dedication
* Chapter I. Dorothy and the Admiral
* Chapter II. The Ferry to Nowhere
* Chapter III. The Cruise of the Sideboard
* Chapter IV. Tree-top Country
* Chapter V. Bob Scarlet’s Garden
* Chapter VI. In the Toy-shop
* Chapter VII. The Song in the Dell
* Chapter VIII. Something About the Camel
* Chapter IX. The Camel’s Complaint
* Chapter X. The Sizing Tower
* Chapter XI. The Dancing Animals
* Chapter XII. The Caravan Comes Home
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Admiral's Daughters

As serialized in Once a Week.
* Part 1
* Part 2
* Part 3
# The Admiral Peoples

* related portals: Supreme Court of the United States.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
United States Supreme Court
295 U.S. 649
The Admiral Peoples
Argued: April 12, 1935. --- Decided: June 3, 1935
Messrs. Andrew G. Haley, of Washington, D.C., and John P. Hannon and Wm. P. Lord, both of Portland, Or., for petitioner.
Messrs. W. Lair Thompson and Wallace McCamant, both of Portland, Or., for respondents.
Mr. Chief Justice HUGHES delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# The Admiral’s Caravan/Author’s dedication
### Author’s dedication

TO CONSTANCE
Sweet Chatterbox, ’t is thou that hast beguiled My fancy, as it drew the little child Who in these pages lives; her gentle ways Are but the reflex of thy round of days. The trip of syllable I held so dear, And all thy small remarks, are treasured here— Charmed by the alchemy of love to stay The while thy blissful childhood slips away. Kind little heart, that knows no selfish thought, Read here the tale that thou, thyself, hast wrought!
# The Black Cat (magazine)/Volume 1/Number 7

The Black Cat
April 1896.
| The Mystery of Thirty Millions, | T. F. Anderson. H. D. Umbstaetter. |
| The Man at Solitaria, | Geik Turner. |
| The Compass of Fortune, | Eugene Shade Bisbee. |
| A Surgical Love Cure, | James Buckham. |
| The Williamson Safe Mystery, | F. S. Hesseltime. |
| How Small the World, | E. H. Mayde. |
THE SHORTSTORY PUBLISHING CO. 144 HIGH ST., BOSTON, MASS.
The Black Cat
A Monthly Magazine of Original Short Stories.
Entered at the Post-Office at Boston, Mass., as second-class matter.
IMPORTANT.—The entire contents of this magazine are covered by copyright and publishers everywhere are cautioned against reproducing any of the stories, either wholly or in part.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Zeno, Nicolò and Antonio

Edition of 1879. See also Zeno brothers on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
ZENO, Nicolò and Antonio, two Italian navigators, born about the middle of the 14th century. They were members of one of the noblest Venetian families, and brothers of Carlo Zeno, grand admiral of Venice. About 1390 Nicolò went on a voyage of discovery into the northern seas, was wrecked on what he describes as the island of Frislanda, supposed to be one of the Faroe isles, and was rescued from wreckers by the chief of a neighboring principality, whom he calls Zichmni. After serving this chieftain as pilot of his fleet for a year or two, he wrote a letter giving an account of his voyage to his brother Antonio, who soon after joined him. Nicolò died in Frislanda four years after his brother's arrival; and Antonio, after remaining ten years longer in the service of Zichmni, returned to Venice, where he died about 1405. From the above mentioned letter from Nicolò to Antonio, and from other letters from Antonio to his brother Carlo, a narrative was compiled and published in 1558 by Nicolò Zeno, a descendant of Antonio. This was accompanied by a map illustrative of the account, which was found in the palace and supposed to be by one of the brothers. The narrative gives an account of a visit made by both to the Shetland isles, and by Nicolò to Greenland, with details concerning the colonies there, and of the voyages of fishermen to an island called Estotiland, supposed to be Newfoundland, and to a country called Drogeo, conjectured to be on the mainland of North America. This narrative, which if true would
seem to prove that the new world was visited by Venetians a century before the discovery by Columbus, has been severely assailed by several writers, especially Admiral Zahrtmann of the Danish navy; but Mr. R. H. Major, in a communication to the royal geographical society of London, upholds its general accuracy, and shows Zichmni to be Henry Sinclair, earl of Orkney. (See “Journal of the Royal Geographical Society,” 1873.)
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Zenobia, Septimia

Edition of 1879. See also Zenobia on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
ZENOBIA, Septimia, queen of Palmyra. She was the daughter of an Arab chief, and had by her first husband a son named Athenodorus Vaballathus, whom she is said to have invested with the purple when she attained to power. Her second husband was Septimius Odenathus, prince of Palmyra, who after the surrender of the emperor Valerian to Sapor, king of Persia, pursued and twice defeated the latter, was afterward associated by Gallienus in the government of the empire with the title of Augustus, and was assassinated in A. D. 266 by his nephew Mæonius. Zenobia put the assassin to death, and assumed the vacant Palmyrene throne. For five years she governed Palmyra, Syria, and adjoining parts of the East with vigor and judgment, independent of the Roman power, and compelled one of the Roman generals sent against her to retreat with loss into Europe. She assumed the title of queen of the East, and exacted from her subjects the same adoration that was paid to the Persian monarchs. She maintained her power through the reigns of Gallienus and Claudius, but in 272 Aurelian defeated her in two pitched battles, one at Antioch, the other at Emesa, when she shut herself up in Palmyra, and prepared for a vigorous defence. To an advantageous capitulation offered by Aurelian she returned an insulting refusal, confiding in her eastern allies, and in the famine which she trusted would assail the Romans. Disappointed in both, she prepared to fly, but was captured after reaching the Euphrates, 60 miles from Palmyra (273). To the demand of Aurelian why she had taken up arms against the emperors, she replied: “Because I disdained to consider as Roman emperors an Aureolus or a Gallienus; you alone I acknowledge as my conqueror and my sovereign.” She sacrificed her ministers, one of whom was the celebrated Longinus, to the resentment of Aurelian. She adorned the triumph of the emperor, but was presented by him with an elegant villa at Tibur, where she passed the rest of her life. Her daughters married into noble Roman families, and her descendants were still living in the 5th century. Zenobia was exceedingly beautiful, dark in complexion, with large, black, fiery eyes. She spoke Latin, Greek, Syriac, and Egyptian, and wrote for her own use an epitome of oriental history. She was a passionate hunter, and thoroughly inured to fatigue, sometimes walking on foot at the head of her troops. The emperor gave her son Vaballathus a small principality in Armenia.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Örebro

Edition of 1879. See also Örebro on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ÖREBRO, a city of Sweden, capital of a län or province of the same name, situated at the W. end of Lake Hjelmar, which receives here the Swarta river and forms a harbor, 100 m. W. of Stockholm; pop. about 9,000. It is of great antiquity. The town has manufactories of cloth and hosiery, and an important printing establishment. In the vicinity are the Adolfsberg mineral springs. Here were held the memorable assemblies of the states under Gustavus Vasa in which Lutheranism was declared the religion of the kingdom (1529), and the crown was made hereditary (1540). Preliminaries of peace between Sweden and England were concluded here in April, 1812; and a treaty of peace between England and Russia was signed here July 12, 1812.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Yankton (county)

Edition of 1879. See also Yankton County, South Dakota on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
YANKTON, a S. E. county of Dakota, separated from Nebraska by the Missouri river, and intersected by the Dakota; area, about 520 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 2,097. The Dakota Southern railroad terminates at the county seat. The river bottoms are very fertile. The chief productions in 1870 were 18,225 bushels of wheat, 8,855 of Indian corn, 15,075 of oats, 12,459 of potatoes, 7,000 lbs. of wool, 5,060 of butter, and 3,177 tons of hay. There were 348 horses, 479 milch cows, 1,315 other cattle, 965 sheep, and 288 swine. Capital, Yankton, which is also the capital of the territory.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/Sonnet (2)

SONNET
The master and the slave go hand in hand, Though touch be lost. The poet is a slave, And there be kings do sorrowfully crave The joyance that a scullion may command. But, ah, the sonnet-slave must understand The mission of his bondage, or the grave May clasp his bones, or ever he shall save The perfect word that is the poet's wand!
The sonnet is a crown, whereof the rhymes Are for Thought's purest gold the jewel-stones; But shapes and echoes that are never done Will haunt the workshop, as regret sometimes Will bring with human yearning to sad thrones The crash of battles that are never won.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Dead Village

THE DEAD VILLAGE
Here there is death. But even here, they say,— Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis,—men were gay; And there were little children here to play, With small soft hands that once did keep in tune The strings that stretch from heaven, till too soon The change came, and the music passed away.
Now there is nothing but the ghosts of things,— No life, no love, no children, and no men; And over the forgotten place there clings The strange and unrememberable light That is in dreams. The music failed, and then God frowned, and shut the village from His sight.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/Sonnet (1)

SONNET
Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright To rift this changeless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, long astray, And flush Parnassus with a newer light; To put these little sonnet-men to flight Who fashion, in a shrewd, mechanic way, Songs without souls, that flicker for a day, To vanish in irrevocable night.
What does it mean, this barren age of ours? Here are the men, the women, and the flowers, The seasons, and the sunset, as before. What does it mean? Shall not one bard arise To wrench one banner from the western skies, And mark it with his name forevermore?
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Altar

THE ALTAR
Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream— A fiery place, whereof there was a gleam So swift, so searching, and so eloquent Of upward promise, that love's murmur, blent With sorrow's warning, gave but a supreme Unending impulse to that human stream Whose flood was all for the flame's fury bent.
Alas! I said,—the world is in the wrong. But the same quenchless fever of unrest That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng Thrilled me, and I awoke . . . and was the same
Bewildered insect plunging for the flame That burns, and must burn somehow for the best.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/Sonnet (3)

SONNET
When we can all so excellently give The measure of love's wisdom with a blow,— Why can we not in turn receive it so, And end this murmur for the life we live? And when we do so frantically strive To win strange faith, why do we shun to know That in love's elemental over-glow God's wholeness gleams with light superlative?
Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all, Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose,— Or anything God ever made that grows,— Nor let the smallest vision of it slip, Till you can read, as on Belshazzar’s wall. The glory of eternal partnership!
# The Children of the Night (1921)/Supremacy

SUPREMACY
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are, Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell. I walked among them and I knew them well: Men I had slandered on life's little star For churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar Upon their brows of woe ineffable.
But as I went majestic on my way, Into the dark they vanished, one by one, Till, with a shaft of God’s eternal day, The dream of all my glory was undone,— And, with a fool’s importunate dismay, I heard the dead men singing in the sun.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Chorus of Old Men in "Ægeus"

THE CHORUS OF OLD MEN IN "ÆGEUS"
Ye gods that have a home beyond the world, Ye that have eyes for all man's agony, Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen,— Look with a just regard, And with an even grace, Here on the shattered corpse of a shattered king, Here on a suffering world where men grow old And wander like sad shadows till, at last, Out of the flare of life, Out of the whirl of years, Into the mist they go, Into the mist of death.
O shades of you that loved him long before The cruel threads of that black sail were spun, May loyal arms and ancient welcomings Receive him once again Who now no longer moves Here in this flickering dance of changing days, Where a battle is lost and won for a withered wreath, And the black master Death is over all, To chill with his approach, To level with his touch, The reigning strength of youth, The fluttered heart of age.
Woe for the fateful day when Delphi’s word was lost— Woe for the loveless prince of Æthra’s line! Woe for a father's tears and the curse of a king’s release— Woe for the wings of pride and the shafts of doom!— And thou, the saddest wind That ever blew from Crete, Sing the fell tidings back to that thrice unhappy ship!— Sing to the western flame, Sing to the dying foam, A dirge for the sundered years and a dirge for the years to be!
Better his end had been as the end of a cloudless day, Bright, by the word of Zeus, with a golden star, Wrought of a golden fame, and flung to the central sky, To gleam on a stormless tomb for evermore:— Whether or not there fell To the touch of an alien hand The sheen of his purple robe and the shine of his diadem, Better his end had been To die as an old man dies,— But the fates are ever the fates, and a crown is ever a crown.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Clerks

New York: Scribner's, page 54
THE CLERKS
I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,— And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were.
And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears? Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
# The Children of the Night (1921)/The Garden

THE GARDEN
There is a fenceless garden overgrown With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; And once, among the roses and the sheaves, The Gardener and I were there alone. He led me to the plot where I had thrown The fennel of my days on wasted ground, And in that riot of sad weeds I found The fruitage of a life that was my own.
My life! Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed And there were all the lives of humankind; And they were like a book that I could read, Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, Outrolled itself from Thought’s eternal seed, Love-rooted in God's garden of the mind.
# The Awakening (Chopin)/Chapter XXVIII

XXVIII
Edna cried a little that night after Arobin left her. It was only one phase of the multitudinous emotions which had assailed her. There was with her an overwhelming feeling of irresponsibility. There was the shock of the unexpected and the unaccustomed. There was her husband's reproach looking at her from the external things around her which he had provided for her external existence. There was Robert's reproach making itself felt by a quicker, fiercer, more overpowering love, which had awakened within her toward him. Above all, there was understanding. She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality. But among the conflicting sensations which assailed her, there was neither shame nor remorse. There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.