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# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Wonderful Visit/Chapter 45

§ 45
"The fact is," said the Vicar, "this is no world for Angels."
The blinds had not been drawn, and the twilight outer world under an overcast sky seemed unspeakably grey and cold. The Angel sat at table in dejected silence. His inevitable departure had been proclaimed. Since his presence hurt people and made the Vicar wretched he acquiesced in the justice of the decision, but what would happen to him after his plunge he could not imagine. Something very disagreeable certainly.
"There is the violin," said the Vicar. "Only after our experience———
"I must get you clothes—a general outfit. Dear me! you don't understand railway travelling! And coinage! Taking lodgings! Eating-houses! I must come up at least and see you settled. Get work ​for you. But an Angel in London! Working for his living! That grey cold wilderness of people! What will become of you? If I had one friend in the world I could trust to believe me!
"I ought not to be sending you away———"
"Do not trouble overmuch for me, my friend," said the Angel. "At least this life of yours ends. And there are things in it. There is something in this life of yours—Your care for me! I thought there was nothing beautiful at all in life———"
"And I have betrayed you!" said the Vicar, with a sudden wave of remorse. "Why did I not face them all—say, 'This is the best of life'? What do these everyday things matter?"
He stopped suddenly. "What do they matter?" he said.
"I have only come into your life to trouble it," said the Angel.
"Don't say that," said the Vicar. "You have come into my life to awaken me. I have been dreaming—dreaming. Dreaming this was necessary and that. Dreaming that this narrow prison was the world. And the dream still hangs about me and troubles me. That is all. Even your departure—Am I not dreaming that you must go?"
When he was in bed that night the mystical aspect of the case came still more forcibly before the Vicar. He lay awake and had the most horrible visions of his sweet and delicate visitor drifting through this unsympathetic world and happening upon the cruellest misadventures. His guest was an Angel assuredly. He tried to go over the whole story of the past eight ​days again. He thought of the hot afternoon, the shot fired out of sheer surprise, the fluttering iridescent wings, the beautiful saffron-robed figure upon the ground. How wonderful that had seemed to him! Then his mind turned to the things he had heard of the other world, to the dreams the violin had conjured up, to the vague, fluctuating, wonderful cities of the Angelic Land. He tried to recall the forms of the buildings, the shapes of the fruits upon the trees, the aspect of the winged shapes that traversed its ways. They grew from a memory into a present reality, grew every moment just a little more vivid and his troubles a little less immediate; and so, softly and quietly, the Vicar slipped out of his troubles and perplexities into the Land of Dreams.
# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Wonderful Visit/Chapter 43

§ 43
The Angel lay upon the summit of the cliff above Bandram Bay, and stared out at the glittering sea. Sheer from under his elbows fell the cliff, five hundred and seven feet of it down to the datum line, and the ​sea-birds eddied and soared below him. The upper part of the cliff was a greenish chalky rock, the lower two-thirds a warm red, marbled with gypsum bands, and from half-a-dozen places spurted jets of water, to fall in long cascades down its face. The swell frothed white on the flinty beach, and the water beyond where the shadows of an outstanding rock lay, was green and purple in a thousand tints and marked with streaks and flakes of foam. The air was full of sunlight and the tinkling of the little waterfalls and the slow soughing of the seas below. Now and then a butterfly flickered over the face of the cliff, and a multitude of sea-birds perched and flew hither and thither.
The Angel lay with his crippled, shrivelled wings humped upon his back, watching the gulls and jackdaws and rooks circling in the sunlight, soaring, eddying, sweeping down to the water or upward into the dazzling blue of the sky. Long the Angel lay there and watched them going to and fro on outspread wings. He watched, and as he watched them he remembered with infinite longing the rivers of starlight and the sweetness of the land from which he came. A gull came gliding overhead, swiftly and easily, with its broad wings spreading white and fair against the blue. And suddenly a shadow came into the Angel's eyes, the sunlight left them, he thought of his own crippled pinions and put his face upon his arm and wept.
A woman who was walking along the footpath across the Cliff Field saw only a twisted hunchback dressed in the Vicar of Siddermorton's cast-off clothes, ​sprawling foolishly at the edge of the cliff and with his forehead on his arm. She looked at him and looked again. "The silly creature has gone to sleep," she said, and though she had a heavy basket to carry, came towards him with an idea of waking him up. But as she drew near she saw his shoulders heave and heard the sound of his sobbing.
She stood still a minute, and her features twitched into a kind of grin. Then treading softly she turned and went back towards the pathway. "'Tis so hard to think of anything to say," she said. "Poor afflicted soul!"
Presently the Angel ceased sobbing, and stared with a tear-stained face at the beach below him.
"This world," he said, "wraps me round and swallows me up. My wings grow shrivelled and useless. Soon I shall be nothing more than a crippled man, and I shall age, and bow myself to pain, and die.… I am miserable. And I am alone."
Then he rested his chin on his hands upon the edge of the cliff, and began to think of Delia's face with the light in her eyes. The Angel felt a curious desire to go to her and tell her of his withered wings. To place his arms about her and weep for the land he had lost. "Delia!" he said to himself very softly. And presently a cloud drove in front of the sun.
# The Works of H. G. Wells (Atlantic Edition)/The Wonderful Visit/Chapter 49

§ 49
It was some minutes after the footsteps of the Angel had died away in the distance that Gotch raised himself on his hand. "By Jove!" he said. "Crump's right.
"Cut at the head, too!"
He put his hand to his face and felt the two weals running across it, hot and fat. "I'll think twice before I lift my hand against a lunatic again," said Sir John Gotch.
"He may be a person of weak intellect, but I'm damned if he hasn't a pretty strong arm. Phew! He's cut a bit clean off the top of my ear with that infernal lash.
​"That infernal horse will go galloping to the house in the approved dramatic style. Little Madam'll be scared out of her wits. And I… I shall have to explain how it all happened. While she vivisects me with questions.
"I'm a jolly good mind to have spring-guns and man-traps put in this preserve. Confound the Law!"
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 14/Letter: Pope to Swift - 10

MR. POPE TO DR. SWIFT.
MARCH 8, 1726-27.
MR. Stopford will be the bearer of this letter, for whose acquaintance I am, among many other favours, obliged to you: and I think the acquaintance of so valuable, ingenious, and unaffected a man, to be none of the least obligations.
Our miscellany is now quite printed. I am prodigiously pleased with this joint volume, in which methinks we look like friends, side by side, serious and merry by turns, conversing interchangeably, and walking down hand in hand to posterity; not in the stiff forms of learned authors, flattering each other, ​and setting the rest of mankind at nought: but in a free, unimportant, natural, easy manner; diverting others, just as we diverted ourselves. The third volume consists of verses, but I would choose to print none but such as have some peculiarity, and may be distinguished for ours, from other writers. There's no end of making books, Solomon said, and above all of making miscellanies, which all men can make. For unless there be a character in every piece, like the mark of the elect, I should not care to be one of the twelve thousand signed.
You received, I hope, some commendatory verses from a horse and a Lilliputian, to Gulliver; and an heroick epistle of Mrs. Gulliver. The bookseller would fain have printed them before the second edition of the book, but I would not permit it without your approbation: nor do I much like them. You see how much like a poet I write, and if you were with us, you would be deep in politicks. People are very warm, and very angry, very little to the purpose, but therefore the more warm and the more angry: Non nostrum est, tantas componere lites. I stay at Twitnam, without so much as reading newspapers, votes, or any other paltry pamphlets: Mr. Stopford will carry you a whole parcel of them, which are sent for your diversion, but not imitation. For my own part, methinks, I am at Glubdubdrib, with none but ancients and spirits about me.
I am rather better than I use to be at this season, but my hand (though as you see, it has not lost its cunning) is frequently in very awkward sensations, rather than pain. But to convince you it is pretty ​well, it has done some mischief already, and just been strong enough to cut the other hand, while it was aiming to prune a fruit tree.
Lady Bolingbroke has writ you a long, lively letter, which will attend this; she has very bad health, he very good. Lord Peterborow has writ twice to you; we fancy some letters have been intercepted, or lost by accident. About ten thousand things I want to tell you: I wish you were as impatient to hear them, for if so, you would, you must come early this spring. Adieu. Let me have a line from you. I am vexed at losing Mr. Stopford as soon as I knew him: but I thank God I have known him no longer. If every man one begins to value must settle in Ireland, pray make me know no more of them, and I forgive you this one.
* ↑ It is not ours such factions to compose.
* ↑ Madame Vlllette, relict of the marquis Villette, second wife to lord Bolingbroke, She was niece to the celebrated madame Maintenon.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 14/Letter: Pope to Swift - 11

MR. POPE TO DR. SWIFT.
OCTOBER 2, 1727.
IT is a perfect trouble to me to write to you, and your kind letter left for me at Mr. Gay's affected me so much, that it made me like a girl. I cannot tell what to say to you; I only feel that I wish you well in every circumstance of life; that it is almost as good to be hated as to be loved, considering the ​pain it is to minds of any tender turn, to find themselves so utterly impotent to do any good, or give any ease, to those who deserve most from us. I would very fain know, as soon as you recover your complaints, or any part of them. Would to God I could ease any of them, or had been able even to have alleviated any! I found I was not, and truly it grieved me. I was sorry to find you could think yourself easier in any house than in mine, though at the same time I can allow for a tenderness in your way of thinking, even when it seemed to want that tenderness. I cannot explain my meaning, perhaps you know it: But the best way of convincing you of my indulgence, will be, if I live, to visit you in Ireland, and act there as much in my own way as you did here in yours. I will not leave your roof, if I am ill. To your bad health I fear there was added some disagreeable news from Ireland, which might occasion your so sudden departure: for, the last time I saw you, you assured me you would not leave us the whole winter, unless your health grew better, and I do not find it did so. I never complied so unwillingly in my life with any friend as with you, in staying so entirely from you: nor could I have had the constancy to do it, if you had not promised that before you went, we should meet, and you would send to us all to come. I have given your remembrances to those you mention in yours: we are quite sorry for you, I mean for ourselves. I hope, as you do, that we shall meet in a more durable and more satisfactory state; but the less sure I am of that, the more I would indulge it in this. We are to believe, we shall have ​something better than even a friend there, but certainly here we have nothing so good.
Adieu for this time; may you find every friend you go to as pleased and happy, as every friend you went from is sorry and troubled.
Yours, &c.
# The Times/1906

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# The Times/1906/News/Dr. Garnett's Library

The Times, Saturday, Nov 03, 1906; Issue 38168; pg. 14; col E — Dr. Garnett's Library.
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The sale of the late Dr. Richard Garnett's library, which was announced in the The Times in July last, has been fixed for December 6, and Messrs. Sotheby, Wilkinson, and Hodge's catalogue of it enumerates 395 lots. It forms one of the most interesting libraries which have been put up for sale in recent years.
Three lots consist of as many note-books of Percy B. Shelley, containing manuscript matter of the highest interest, of which a considerable portion is unpublished. Those note-books were given by Shelley's widow to her son, Sir Percy Shelley, and he and Lady Shelley gave them to Dr. Garnett. All the other note-books of the poet are in the Bodleian Library, and it seems a pity that these three note-books are not in some public institution. The published and unpublished matter in each note-book is clearly set out by Mr. W. M. Rossetti; the first book contains five pieces of unpublished matter, in the second there are ten, and in the third six. They appear to be ideas, passing thoughts, and lines noted down by the poet at odd times and in different places, and possibly if they were published would not add much to the poet's reputation as a thinker and a poet; but the mere fact that they are Shelley's gives them a very great literary and commercial value. There are also nearly 100 volumes of editions and "Lives" of Shelley, some of which are presentation copies, while others are manuscript notes.
The collection of modern poetry is an extensive one, and the library is also rich in books and pamphlets relating to the British Museum, in books on bibliography, astrology, and palmistry, biography and history, in the publications of the Appledore and other private presses, and in the Transactions and Proceedings of various societies, and an unusually large number of presentation copies with autograph inscriptions. Dr. Garnett's own books also figure in the catalogue, there being, among others, a copy of his first work, "Primula: A Book of Lyrics," 1858, an exceedingly scarce book, with numerous manuscript notes and corrections by the author. Of the several books by Coventry Patmore, the most interesting is a presentation copy from the author to Dr. Garnett of "Odes," privately printed in 1868 for distribution among a few friends; nearly the whole of this edition was burnt by the author himself. One "lot" consists of 42 volumes of tracts and pamphlets on a great variety of topics, many being presentation copies.
# The Times/1906/Obituary/Cecil Bendall

Cecil Bendall (1856-1906) Source: Obituary. The Times, Thursday, Mar 15, 1906; Issue 37968; pg. 10; col D
Layout 2 Intelligence reached Cambridge yesterday morning of the death of Mr. Cecil Bendall, Professor Sanscrit in the University of Cambridge, which took place in Liverpool. The late professor was born in 1856 and educated at the City of London School. In 1875 he entered at Trinity College, Cambridge, afterwards migrating to Gonville and Caius. He graduated in 1879 in the Classical Tripos, obtaining the fifth place in the first class. He also was placed in the first class of the Indian Languages Tripos in 1881, and was elected to a fellowship at Caius. From 1882 to 1893 he was senior assistant in the department of Oriental MSS, and printed books at the British Museum. In 1902 he was curator of Oriental literature at the Cambridge University library,. and in the following year was elected to succeed Professor Cowell as Professor of Sanscrit. He was Professor of Sanscrit at University College, London, from 1895 to 1902, and was also University lecturer at Cambridge in Sanscrit before his election to the chair. Professor Bendall publsihed a "Jurney of Literary and Archæological Research in Nepal and Norther India," 1886, and several Oriental works of importance. He also catalogued Sanscrit and Pali books and Sanscrit MSS. in the British Museum and the Buddhist Sanscrit MSS. in the Cambridge University library. He married, in 1898, Georgette, widos of Mr. G. Mosse, of Cowley-hall, Middlesex.
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# The Times/1906/Obituary/Ellen Mary Clerke

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Source: Obituaries. The Times, Tuesday, Mar 06, 1906; Issue 37960; pg. 10; col C
Layout 2The death is announced of Miss Ellen Mary Clerke an accomplished writer on literary subjects. Her volume of early poems, with "The Flying Dutchmen" for its title-piece, has been for some time been out of print. Her later works bore the impress of an unusual familiarity with the language and literature of Italy, acquired during a prolonged residence in that country. Among these were "Fable and Song in Italy," published in 1899, a book of verse-translations; and a novel, "Flowers of Fire," the scene of which was laid in Naples. Miss Clerke also printed two attractive booklets on the planets Jupiter and Venus. She was the elder sister of "Miss A. M. Clerke," in The Times (1907)
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# The Times/1906/Obituary/Evelyn Shirley Shuckburgh

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Source: The Times Wednesday, Jul 11, 1906; Issue 38069; pg. 12 — Obituary.
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OBITUARY
News reached Emmanuel College, Cambridge, yesterday, that Dr. Evelyn Shirley Shuckburgh had been found dead in a railway carriage whilst travelling to Scotland. He was librarian and late Fellow and assistant tutor of Emmanuel College, and was in college on Monday. He was the son of the rector of Aldborough, Norfolk, and as educated at Ipswich School. He took a first-class in the Classical Tripos of 1866, and was president of the union in 1864. Dr. Shuckburgh was classical lecturer to the non-collegiate students, examiner in classics at Edinburgh and St. Andrews Universities, and in Latin at London University. He was also lecturer in ancient history at University College, London. At one time, from 1874 to 1884, he was master at Eton, and in 1901 was appointed inspector of intermediate schools, Ireland. His publications include :— Translation of Polybius, two volumes; editions of Herodotus, of Ovid, Terrence, Cicero, Cæsar, Horace, and others; Euripide's Bacchae in English verse, lives of Dr. Farmer and Dr. Chaderton, and the history of Emmanuel College. Dr. Shuckburgh was born in 1843. He married Frances Mary, the daughter of the Rev. S. Pullen, Fellow and tutor of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, and Gresham Professor of Astronomy.
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# The Times/1909/Obituary/Ghetal Burdon-Sanderson

Ghetal Burdon-Sanderson (1832-1909) Source: Obituary. The Times, Tuesday, Jul 06, 1909; Issue 39004; pg. 13; col C — Lady Burdon-Sanderson.
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Lady Burdon-Sanderson
Lady Burdon-Sanderson, who died in Aberdeenshire on July 3, was the widow of Sir John Burdon-Sanderson, Bt., F.R.S., formerly Waynflete Professor of Physiology and then Regius Professor of Medicine in the University of Oxford. He died on November 23, 1905.
Lady Burdon-Sanderson was a daughter of the Rev. Ridley Herschell and a sister of the late Lord Herschell, Lord Chancellor of England. She was thus aunt to the present Lord Herschell. Her nephews by marriage were Mr. Richard Burdon-Sanderson, of Otterburn Dene, Northumberland, who died a short time ago; Mr. James Burdon-Sanderson; the Right Hon. Richard Burdon Haldane, Secretary of State for War; Mr. John Scott Haldane, F.R.S., of Oxford; and Mr. W. S. Haldane, of Edinburgh.
Lady Burdon-Sanderson was a woman of considerable literary and intellectual gifts. She assisted her husband and very materially in his strenuous work during more than 50 years of their married life, and at the time of her death was occupied in writing his biography. In early life she also published memoirs of her father and mother. She had a very large circle of friends at Oxford and elsewhere, amongst whom her ready sympathy and keen common sense were always deeply valued and will be greatly missed. She was a member of council of Somerville College, Oxford, and there were many philanthropic societies there in which she took a deep interest. As a member of the National Union of Women Workers she visited Aberdeen for the purpose of attending its annual conference last October. On arriving at the railway station she was thrown over by a truck, and sustained injuries from which she never fully recovered.
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# The Times/1908/Obituary/John Wellesley Thomas

The Times, Saturday, Feb 08, 1908; Issue 38564; pg. 10; col D — Obituary.
Layout 2 By the death on February 6 of Lieutenant-General Sir John Wellesley Thomas the name of a very distinguished soldier, whose active military career dates back to the middle of the last century, is removed from the Army List. Sir John W. Thomas, who was an elder son of the late Admiral Jennings Thomas, R.N., was born in 1822. He received his first commission in 1839. He served with the 40th Regiment in Afghanistan in 1841-42, and he was also present at the action of Maharajpur, when he was severely wounded. His decorations for those engagements included the clasps "Kandahar, Kabul, Ghuznee" and the bronze star for Maharajpur. In 1854 he commanded detachments in the operations in Australia against the insurgents at the Ballarat goldfields. In North China in 1860 he served with the 67th Regiment and was wounded when in command of a half-battalion attacking the North Taku Fort. For this campaign he was mentioned in despatches and given a C.B. Two years later he commanded the 67th Regiment and a brigade at the second capture of Khading in the Taiping rebellion. This was his last active service. He retired in 1881 with the honorary rank of lieutenant-general. In 1882 he was appointed to the colonelcy of the Hampshire Regiment, and in 1904 was made a K.C.B. The funeral will take place at Kensal Green on Monday at 2.45pm.
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