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# Bessy and Her Spinnin' Wheel

    O LEEZE me on my spinnin’ wheel,
    And leeze me on my rock and reel;
    Frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien,
    And haps me biel and warm at e’en;
    I’ll set me down and sing and spin,
    While laigh descends the simmer sun,
    Blest wi’ content, and milk and meal,
    O leeze me on my spinnin’ wheel.
    On ilka hand the burnies trot,
    And meet below my theekit cot;
    The scented birk and hawthorn white,
    Across the pool their arms unite,
    Alike to screen the birdie’s nest,
    And little fishes’ caller rest;
    The sun blinks kindly in the beil’,
    Where blythe I turn my spinnin’ wheel.
    On lofty aiks the cushats wail,
    And Echo cons the doolfu’ tale;
    The lintwhites in the hazel braes,
    Delighted, rival ither’s lays;
    The craik amang the claver hay,
    The pairtrick whirring o’er the ley,
    The swallow jinkin’ round my shiel,
    Amuse me at my spinnin’ wheel.
    Wi’ sma’ to sell, and less to buy,
    Aboon distress, below envy,
    O wha wad leave this humble state,
    For a’ the pride of a’ the great?
    Amid their flairing, idle toys,
    Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
    Can they the peace and pleasure feel
    Of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel?
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# Best Russian Short Stories

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* BEST
* RUSSIAN
* SHORT
* STORIES
* compiled and edited by thomas seltzer
* the modern library • new york
copyright, 1917, by boni & liveright, inc. copyright, 1925, by the modern library, inc.
* Random House is the publisher of
* T H EM O D E R NL I B R A R Y
* bennett a. cerf - donald s. klopper - robert k. haas
* Manufactured in the United States of America
* Printed by Parkway Printing Company    Bound by H. Wolff
CONTENTS
Page :
| Introduction | | vii |
| The Queen of Spades | A.S. Pushkin | 1 |
| The Cloak | N.V. Gogol | 29 |
| The District Doctor | I.S. Turgenev | 61 |
| The Christmas Tree and the Wedding | F.M. Dostoyevsky | 71 |
| God Sees the Truth, but Waits | L.N. Tolstoy | 79 |
| How a Muzhik Fed Two Officials | M.Y. Saltykov | 88 |
| The Shades, a Phantasy | V.G. Korolenko | 97 |
| The Signal | V.M. Garshin | 124 |
| The Darling | A.P. Chekhov | 134 |
| The Bet | A.P. Chekhov | 147 |
| Vanka | A.P. Chekhov | 155 |
| Hide and Seek | F.K. Sologub | 160 |
| Dethroned | I.N. Potapenko | 172 |
| The Servant | S.T. Semyonov | 192 |
| One Autumn Night | M. Gorky | 199 |
| Her Lover | M. Gorky | 209 |
| Lazarus | L.N. Andreyev | 215 |
| The Revolutionist | M.P. Artzybashev | 235 |
| The Outrage | A.I. Kuprin | 245 |
| The Seven That Were Hanged | L. N. Andreyev | 1 |
| The Red Laugh | L. N. Andreyev | 103 |
| The Gentleman from San Francisco | Ivan Bunin | 197 |
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# Bonny Lizie Bailie/The Lover's Lament

AS I lay musing all alone, Down by yon shady grove, There I beheld a youthful swain, Was sore lap’d up in Cupid’s chain, Lamenting for his love.
I sat myself down all under an oak, To hear his pityful moan, Still all his cry was cruel maid, You’ve my tender heart betray’d, I languish and die alone.
This fair maid was standing by, And heard his pityful moan, She says, you charming youthful swain, You shall no longer here complain, To languish and die alone.
Some do rail against my love, because he’s low and poor, But let them all say what they will, I shall adore my charmer still, And I love him still the more.
When sweet slumber had clos’d mine eyes, I dreamed of my true love, I dreamed he in my arms did lie, And on his breast he pressed me, Like any true turtle dove.
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# Bonny Mally Stewart (1823)

Bonny Mally Stewart.
To which are added
The Sailor's Journal
Tak your auld cloak about ye.
STIRLING; Printed by W. Macnie. ——— 1823.
* Bonny Mally Stewart
* The Sailor's Journal
* Tak your auld cloak about ye
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# Bonny Mally Stewart (1823)/Bonny Mally Stewart

BONNY MALLY STEWART.
The cold winter is past and gone, and now comes on the spring And I am one of the king's life-guards, and I must go fight for my king, my dear: and must go fight for my king.
Now since to the wars you must go, one thing I pray grant me. It's I will dress myself in man's attire, and I'll travel along with thee, my dear, and I'll travel along with thee.
I would not for ten thousand worlds that my love endangered were; The rattling of drums and shining of swords, will cause great sorrow and wo, my dear, will cause great sorrow and wo.
I will do the thing for my true love, that she will not do for me; It's I'll put cuffs of black on my red coat, and mourn till the day I die, my dear, and mourn till the day I die.
​I will do more for my true love, than he will do for me I'll cut my hair and roll me bare, and mourn till the day I die. and mourn till the day I die.
So farewell my mother and father dear, I'll bid adieu and farewel My sweet and bonny Mally Stewart, you're the cause of all my wo my dear, you're the cause of all my wo.
When we came to bonny Stirling town, as we lay all in camp, By the King's orders we were all taken, & to Germany we were all sent, my dear, and to Germany we were all sent.
So farewell bonny Stirling town, and the maids therein also; And farewell bonny Mally Stewart, you're the cause of all my wo, my dear, you're the cause of all my wo.
She took the slippers off her feet, and the cockups off her hair; And she has ta'en a long journey, ​for seven lang years and mair, my dear, for seven lang years and mair.
Sometimes she rade sometimes she gaed, sometimes sat down to mourn, And it was aye the o'ercome o' her tale, shall I e'er see my bonny laddie come. shall I e'er see my bonny laddie come?
The trooper turned himself round about, all on the Irish shore; He has gi'en the bridle reins a shake, saying adieu for evermore, my dear, saying adieu for evermore.
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# Bonny Lizie Bailie/The Old Man's Lament for the Loss of his Time and Money

for the
LOSS of his TIME and MONEY.
ALAS! for I have spent my time, and youth with empty pleasure, My money likewise I have spent, I’ve lost my time and treasure.
When I to market or fair went, I still dress’d in the fashion, Though seldom I had business there, but get a day’s diversion.
And when I was in company, either public or private, All that knew me, paid me respect, it’s true you may believe it.
But now there’s few doth me regard, at which I’m greatly moved; My poverty makes me diffus’d, though once I was beloved.
My money I did largely spend, with young people of fashion, With drink and gaming spent my time, which now proves my vexation.
​And with young women I too oft, needlessly spent my money, Until my cash began to fail, they dearly lov’d my comp’ny.
When I was young I was belov’d, by ev’ry nymph of pleasure, But now both old and poor I’m grown, they slight me out of measure.
But if my time I could recal, and get again my money, There’s not one maid among them all, that I would call my honey.
But alas my money’s all spent, and I with rags am clothed, My former life makes me lament, by some people I’m lothed.
To work I cannot now apply, though for’t I could get payment, I must depend on charity, for both my food and raiment.
O young men all, take my advice, beware of drink and women ; Take care how time and money you spend, each minute and each farthing.
If poverty gets hold of you, few will call you their darling, So here my verses I will end, in hopes you will take warning.
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# Bonny Mally Stewart (1823)/Tak your auld cloak about ye

TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, And frost and snaw on ilka hill, And Boreas wi' his blast sae bauld. Was threat'ning a' our kye to kill, Then Bell my wife wha lo'es nae strife. She said to me right hastily, ​Get up gudeman save Crummy's life, And tak your auld clock about ye.
My crummy is a useful cow And she is come of a guid kin; Aft has she wet the bairn's mou', And I am laith that she should tine; Get up gudeman it is full time, The sun shines in the lift sae hie, Sloth never made a gracious end, Gae tak your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was ance a gude gray cloak, When it was fitting for my wear; But now its scarcely worth a groat, For I have worn it this thretty year, Let's spend the gear that we hae won, We little ken the day we'll die; Then I'll be proud, since I hae sworn, To have a new cloak about me.
In days when our king Robert rang. His trews they cost but half-a-crown He said they were a groat o'er dear. And ca'd the tailor thief and lown, He was the king that wore a crown, And thou a man of laigh degree; 'Tis pride puts a the country down, Sae tak your auld cloak about ye.
​Every land has its ain laugh, Ilk kind of corn has it's ain hole; I think the warld is a' run wrang, When ilka wife her man wad rule, Do you not see Pab. Jack and Hab, How they are girded gallantly? While I sit hurklin in the ase— I'll have a new cloak about me.
Gudeman I wat 'tis thretty years, Sin' we did ane anither ken; And we have had, between us twa, Of lads and bonny lassies ten: Now they are women grown and men, I wish and pray weel may they be, And if you prove a good husband, E'en tak your auld cloak about ye.
Bell my wife, she lo'es nae strife; Bnt she wad guide me if she can; And to maintain an easy life, I aft maun yield, tho' I’m gudeman, Nought's to be won at woman's hand, Unless ye gie her a' the plea, Then I'll leave aff where I began, And tak your auld cloak about ye.
FINIS.
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# Bonny Mally Stewart (1823)/The sailor's journal

THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL
'TWAS post meridian half past four, by signal I from Nancy parted. At six she linger'd on the shore, with uplift hands, and broken hearted; At seven, while taunting the fore-stay, I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy. At eight we all got under weigh, and bid a long adieu to Nancy.
​Night came, and now eight bells had rung,
where careless sailors ever cheerly, On the mid-watch so jovial sung, with tempers, labour cannot weary; I little to their mirth inclin'd while tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy, And my warm sighs increas'd the wind, look’'d on the moon & thought on Nancy.
And now arriv'd that jovial night, when ev'ry true-bred tar carouses, When o'er the grog all hands delight, to toss their sweethearts and their spouses. Round went the cup, the jest, the glee. while tender wishes fill'd each fancy, And when in turn it came to me, I heav'd a sigh and toasted Nancy.
Next morn a storm came on at four, at six the elements in motion, Plung'd me, and three poor tailors more, headlong within the foaming ocean; Poor wretches they soon found their graves, for me it may be only fancy. But Love seem'd to forbid the waves, to snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
​Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd, scarce winds and waves had ceas'd to rattle, When a bold enemy appear'd, and dauntless we prepar'd for battle; And now, while some lov'd friend or wife, like light'ning rush'd on every fancy, To Providence I trusted life, put up a prayer and thought on Nancy.
At last 'twas in the month of May, the crew, it being lovely weather, At three A M discover'd day, and England's chalky cliffs together. At seven up channel how we bore, while hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy, At twelve I gaily jump d ashore, and to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy.
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# Bonny Jean (1)/Tweedside

Tweed-side.
Waat beauties does Flora disclose? How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed! Yet Mary’s still sweeter than those, Where nature doth fancy exceed. No daisy nor sweet-blushing rose, Nor all the gay flowers of the field, Nor Tweed gliding gently thro' those. Such beauty and pleasure doth yield.
The warblers are heard in the grove ; The linnet the lark, and the thrush, The blackbird, and sweet cooing dove, With music enchant every bush. Come, let us go forth to the mead, Let’s see how the primroses spring, We'd lodge in some village on Tweed, And love, while the feather'd folk sing
How does my love pass the long day? Does Mary not tend a few sheep? ​Do they never carelessly stray, While happily she lies asleep? Tweed’s murmurs should lull her to rest ; Kind nature indulging my bliss— To ease the soft pains of my breast, I'd steal an embrosial kiss.
'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may compare; Love’s graces around her do dwell; She’s the fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Oh! tell me at noon where they feed? Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay, Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed?
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# Bonny Lizie Bailie

BONNY
Lizie Bailie.
To which are added,
The LOVER'S LAMENT,
AND
The Old Man's Lament for the Loss of his Time and Money.
Entered according to Order.
* Bonny Lizie Bailie
* The Lover's Lament
* The Old Man's Lament for the Loss of his Time and Money
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# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/James Miles Langstaff

JAMES MILES LANGSTAFF
MAJOR 75TH BATT. C.E.F.
KILLED IN ACTION AT VIMY RIDGE, MARCH 1ST, 1917
I never thought that strange romantic WAR Would shape my life and plan my destiny; Though in my childhood’s dreams I’ve seen
his car And grisly steeds
Drown my black steeds flash grimly thwart the sky. Yet now behold a vaster, mightier strife Than echoed on the plains of sounding Troy, Defeats and triumphs, death, wounds,
laughter, life All mingled in a strange complex alloy. I view the panorama in a trance Of awe, yet coloured with a secret joy; For I have breathed in epic and
romance, Have lived the dreams that thrilled me as a boy! How sound the ancient saying is forsooth! How weak is Fancy's gloss of Fact’s stern truth!
J.M.L.
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Jean Blewett

JEAN BLEWETT
AUTHOR OF "HEART SONGS," "THE CORNFLOWER AND OTHER POEMS," ETC,
LOVE'S LESSON.
Put self behind, turn tender eyes, Keep back the words that hurt and sting, We learn when Sorrow makes us wise, Forbearance is the grandest thing.
Be patient lest some day we turn Our eyes on loved one fast asleep In death and whisper as we yearn: "How often I have made you weep!
"Some loved you not, and words let fall That must have pierced your gentle breast, But I—who loved you best of all— Did hurt you more than all the rest!"
One lesson let us keep in mind, To hold our dear ones close and fast— Since loyal hearts are hard to find— And Life and Love so soon are past.
Jean Blewett.
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Isabel Ecclestone MacKay

ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY
AUTHOR OF "THE SHINING SHIP AND OTHER VERSE FOR CHILDREN," "UP THE HILL AND OVER," "MIST OF MORNING," ETC.
Killed In Action
My father lived his three-score years; my son lived twenty-two; One looked long back on work well done, and
one had all to do— Yet which the better served his world, I know
not, nor do you!
To one, Life chattered all her lore, `Till he
grew wise and gray, To one, she whispered only, ere she turned
her face away— Yet which her deeper secret held only they
two might say.
Peace gave my father restful days, with
love and fame for wage; War gave my son an unmarked grave, and
an unwritten page— Who shall declare which gift conveyed
The greater heritage?
Isabel Ecclestone MacKay
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/James B. Dollard

JAMES B. DOLLARD
AUTHOR OF "IRISH MIST AND SUNSHINE," "COLLECTED POEMS OF FATHER DOLLARD," "IRISH LYRICS AND BALLADS," ETC.
To the Aviators Of Leaside and Armour Heights
______
All summer long, your crowding planes Shadowed the fields where droned the bee,
Or drowned the roar of rushing trains,
With engines purring stentorously.
______
Banked white against a mottled sky,
Or lifted to the noonday blaze;
Singly, or like wild geese on high,
All day ye met our marvelling gaze.
______
Airy as tinted dragon-flies,
One with the light and drifting wind; So did your whirring shapes arise, And leave the grovelling Earth behind.
______
Across deep lakes of molten gold Where sunset's colours flushed and paled;— Past purple peaks where angels fold Their wings, your venturous pilots sailed!
______
And cried to us:—"Look up! Look up! Ye blinded moles that haunt the shade— Gaze on the Heavens' jewelled cup,
And praise the wonders God hath made!"
______
Cleavers of space, ye fear no foe,
The huge cloud-dragons ye out-race: Or float serene o’er Earth below, Like falcons poised in pride of place
______
Dismays of timid souls ye shame— Your souls of fire no perils shun;
Lo! ye, like moths that dare the flame,
Would beard the Angel in the sun!
James B. Dollard
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/John Frushard Waddington

JOHN FRUSHARD WADDINGTON
CAPTAIN 2ND CANADIAN PIONEERS, C.E.F.
AUTHOR OF "CANADA AND OTHER POEMS," ETC.
From: "The Little Things"
The little tender blades of grass, The tiny buds of green, The shoots, the fronds that in a mass Beneath the moss are seen; The delicate untempered growth That every forest bears, As if the very Earth were loath To advertise her wares,— Are still as beautiful, as dear To Him who gave them life As any bloom that does not fear The highway and the strife.
The hidden, gentle thoughts that rise Like wind blown scent of flowers Wafting their incense to the skies Endowed with secret powers To charm, to soothe, to drive away The rough, uncouth veneer Of unkind moods that try to slay With barb or pointed spear,— How we should welcome them, & know From whence their sweetness springs— To set the happy heart aglow, To give the spirit wings.
John. F. Waddington
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Isabella Valancy Crawford

ISABELLA VALANCY CRAWFORD
AUTHOR OF "OLD SPOOKSES' PASS, MALCOLM'S KATIE," ETC, AND "COLLECTED POEMS,"
Faith, Hope and Charity
—.1.— A star lean'd down and laid a silver hand On the pale brow of Death— Before it roll'd bleak shadows from the land The star was Faith —.2.— Across wild storms that hid the mountain far In fun'ral cope; Piercing the black there sailed a throbbing star, The red star, Hope! —.3.— From God's vast palm a large sun grandly roll'd O'er land and sea Its core pure fire, its stretching hands of gold Great Charity!
Isabella Valancy Crawford Aug 24th 83
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Jesse Edgar Middleton

JESSE EDGAR MIDDLETON
AUTHOR OF "SEA-DOGS AND MEN-AT-ARMS."
Reality
These deathless wonders shame the Spanish blade: Fury of Nero, hate of Sabine maid, Terror of Olaf at the Christian font, Love of Leander in the Hellespont.
Men and machines are but a winter breath, Seen for a moment, then dissolved by death. Passions of men, the visions men may see Troop to the confines of Eternity.
—Jesse Edgar Middleton.
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/John Daniel Logan

JOHN DANIEL LOGAN, PH.D.
SERGEANT IN 85TH BATTALION NOVA SCOTIA HIGHLANDERS, C.E.F.
AUTHOR OF "INSULTERS OF DEATH AND OTHER POEMS OF THE GREAT DEPARTURE,"
"THE NEW APOCALYPSE AND OTHER POEMS OF DAYS AND DEEDS
IN FRANCE," ETC.
A Soldier’s Shrines
Two secret shrines there are for me: The one a wayside calvary, Low-canopied by fir and pine And thither oft I steal away, Kneel penitent & pray Christ grants forgiveness, free, divine; And Mary Virgin, grace benign; And John his tender charity. O welcome wayside calvary, O calm, secluded shrine, O sweet retreat of mine, Whose holy peace brings blissful eucrasy!
Another shrine for me there is, Recessed, inviolate, within The ruby chamber of my Love’s pure heart; And only I, her devoter, I wis, May duly enter in, And supplicate & worship there apart. Before her dear remembered Image now, Unworthy worshiper, I bow: Her winsome graces are my Creed; Her low, meek speech, my Litany: Her tender thoughts, my Rosary And her 'Absolvo te,' my strength—for holier deed O Heart of Mine, O Heart of Mine, Whos secret chamber is my constant shrine!
France, Ap. 1917J.D. Logan
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/J. Lewis Milligan

J. LEWIS MILLIGAN
God's Library
God has a library, Wondrous and vast, Where books are stored on the Shelves of the past:
Tragedies, comedies, Dramas of yore, Dead worlds' long histories— Infinite lore!
God has his favorite Volumes, and these Bound are in vellum white— Biographies.
J. Lewis Milligan
# Canadian Singers and Their Songs/John McCrae

JOHN McCRAE
AUTHOR OF "IN FLANDERS FIELDS AND OTHER POEMS."
SURGEON FIRST BRIGADE FIELD ARTILLERY, C.E.F., 1914-15 ; LIEUT.-COLONEL
MEDICAL DIVISION No. 3 CANADIAN GENERAL HOSPITAL, 1915-18. DIED 28TH JANUARY, 1918. BURIED AT WIMEREUX, FRANCE.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The Torch: be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
John McCrae
NOTE—THE WORD "GROW" (INSTEAD OF "BLOW," AS IN THE ORIGINAL) IN THE FIRST LINE IS EVIDENTLY AN INADVERTENT ERROR OF THE AUTHOR IN TRANSCRIBING THE POEM FOR A FRIEND—EDITOR.
# Canada Gazette/Volume I/No. 50/Parliamentary Notice, January 13, 1868

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OFFICE OF THE SENATE,
Ottawa, 13th January, 1868.
Extracts from the Code of Rules of the Senate of Canada.
BILLS OF DIVORCE.
71. Every Applicant for a Bill of Divorce is required to give notice of his intention so to do, and to specify from whom and for what cause, by advertisement, during six months in the Official Gazette, and in two newspapers published in the District, in Quebec, or County, or Union of Counties in the other Provinces, where such applicant usually resided, at the time of the separation, or if the requisite numbers of papers cannot be found therein, then in the adjoining District, or County, or Union of Counties.
72. A Copy of the Notice, in writing, is to be served, at the instance of the Applicant, upon the person from whom the Divorce is sought, if the residence of such person can be ascertained ; and proof on oath of such service, or of the attempts made to effect it, to the satisfaction of the Senate, is to be adduced before the Senate on the reading of the Petition.
(Attest,)
J. F. TAYLOR,
Clerk Senate.