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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1726/A Hope

* A HOPE.
* I.
* Slowly we gather and with pain
* From many toils a scanty gain;
* We strive to know, but scant our powers,
* And short the time and strait the bounds,
* And ever-unsurmounted towers
* The mortal barrier that surrounds
* Our being; and the body still,
* Imperious slave, betrays the will.
* Slowly we gather and with pain, —
* But quick the scattering again;
* Whether it chance the failing brain
* Lets slip the treasure it hath won
* Through weary days, or sudden blow
* Lays the unshattered fabric low,
* And all our doing is undone.
* II.
* Slowly a nation builds its life
* From barbarous chaos into law
* And kindly social ties and awe
* Of powers divine. For civil strife
* Still opens wide within the walls
* The yawning gulf that will not close
* Until the noblest victim falls;
* Or, fierce without, the shock of foes
* In one wild hour of blood o'erthrows
* The labor of the patient years;
* And when at last the work appears
* Complete in stately strength to stand,
* Riot with parricidal blow,
* Or mad ambition’s traitor hand,
* Fierce clutching at the tyrant’s crown,
* In headlong ruin lays it low,
* Or brute battalions tread it down,
* Or ease and luxury and sin,
* Fell cankers sown of peace, devour,
* Till trappings of imperial power
* Hide but the living death within.
* III.
* But doubtless growth repairs decay,
* And still the great world grows to more,
* Though men and nations pass away.
* But what if at the source of day
* Some cosmic change exhaust the store
* Which feeds the myriad forms of life?
* What if some unimagined strife
* Should raise so high the solar fire,
* That all this solid earthly frame
* Should in as brief a space expire
* As raindrops in a furnace-flame?
* IV.
* Yet, if our faith is not the scheme
* Of priestly cunning, nor a dream
* Which with some fair illusion caught
* Our ungrown manhood’s childish thought;
* If Christmas tells us true, "To-day
* The Child Divine in Bethlehem lay;"
* If He is Man who, past the ken
* Of Science in her widest range,
* Orders the law of ceaseless change,
* Content we know that lives of men
* Pass as the leaves of spring away, —
* That time will bring its final day
* To the great world itself, secure
* The Eternal Manhood shall endure.
* Spectator.Alfred Church
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1726/A New Stimulant - Pitury

From Nature.
A NEW STIMULANT - PITURY.
Baron von Mueller writes to the Australian Medical Journal on the origin of the pitury, a stimulant said to be of marvellous power and known to be in use by the aborigines of central Australia. After years of efforts to get a specimen of the plant, he had obtained leaves, but neither flowers nor fruits. He can almost with certainty, after due microscopic examination, pronounce those of the pitury as derived from his Duboisia Hopwoodii, described in 1861 (Fragm. Phytogr. Austr., ii. 138). This bush extends from the Darling River and Barcoo to West Australia, through desert scrubs, but is of exceedingly sparse occurrence anywhere. In fixing the origin of the pitury, a wide field for further inquiry is opened up, inasmuch as a second species of Duboisia (D. myoporoides, R. Br.) extends in forest land from near Sydney to near Cape York, and is traced also to New Caledonia, and lately by him also to New Guinea. In all probability this D. myoporoides shares the properties of D. Hopwoodii, as he finds that both have the same burning, acrid taste. Baron Mueller adds: "Though the first known species is so near to us, we never suspected any such extraordinary properties in it as are now established for the later discovered species. Moreover, the numerous species of the allied genus Anthocercis, extending over the greater part of the Australian continent and to Tasmania, should now also be tasted, and further the many likewise cognate Schwenkeas of South America should be drawn into the same cyclus of research, nothing whatever of the properties of any of these plants being known. The natives of central Australia chew the leaves of Duboisia Hopwoodii, just as the Peruvians and Chilians masticate the leaves of the coca (Erythroxylon coca), to invigorate themselves during their long foot journeys through the deserts. I am not certain whether the aborigines of all districts in which the pitury grows are really aware of its stimulating power. Those living near the Barcoo travel many days' journeys to obtain this, to them, precious foliage, which is carried always about by them broken into small fragments and tied up in little bags. It is not improbable that a new and perhaps important medicinal plant is thus gained. The blacks use the Duboisia to excite their courage in warfare; a large dose infuriates them."
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1727

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XIX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1727. — July 21, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Maoris and Kanakas, | Fortnightly Review, | 131 |
| II. | Pauline. By L. B. Walford, author of "Mr. Smith," etc. Part VIII., | Advance Sheets, | 143 |
| III. | Georges D'Amboise, | Temple Bar, | 152 |
| IV. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Mac Donald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part XXI., | Advance Sheets, | 164 |
| V. | A Leaf of Eastern History, | Fortnightly Review, | 174 |
| VI. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XXI., | Examiner, | 179 |
| VII. | Crema and the Crucifix, | Cornhill Magazine, | 182 |
| VIII. | The Results of the Invention of the Sewing-Machine, | Economist, | 187 |
| IX. | The Dog of the Barracks, | Leisure Hour, | 190 |
| X. | Japanese Mirrors, | Nature, | 191 |
| XI. | A Dog Aiding in Smuggling, | Leisure Hour, | 192 |
POETRY. :
| No More Sea, | 130 | The Evening Time, | 130 |
| So is the Story Told, | 130 | Lord Justice Mellish, | 130 |
# Little Jack Horner

"Little Jack Horner" is a popular 18th-century English nursery rhyme with the Roud Folk Song Index number 13027.
* "Little Jack Horner" in Nursery Rhymes (1860)
* "Little Jack Horner" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "Little Jack Horner" in The Baby's Opera by Edmund Evans and Walter Crane (1900)
* "Little Jack Horner" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)
* "Little Jack Horner" in The Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose by Arthur Rackham (St. Nicholas, 1913)
* "Little Jack Horner" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)
* "Little Jack Horner" in The Child's Own Music Book by Albert Ernest Wier (1918)

## See also

* "The Discouraging Discovery of Little Jack Horner", a parody of the nursery rhyme, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 12

HENNY PENNY'S MISTAKE
There was great excitement at the Old Barn Yard. A big mistake had been made. Whose fault it was no one could tell; but the fact was that Henny Penny had hatched out a brood of ducklings.
At first nobody thought anything was wrong, except that, perhaps, her little brood had very large bills and feet, much larger than those of any little chicks at the farm.
But one day when the whole brood waddled off down to the Old Duck Pond and jumped in everybody knew that Henny Penny had little ducks and not little chickens.
​Poor little Henny Penny! She stood upon the bank and clucked and clucked to them to come back.
"You'll be drowned, my darlings!" she cried. But the little ducks threw out their great brown feet as cleverly as if they had taken swimming lessons all their lives and sailed off on the Old Duck Pond, away, away among the ferns, under the pink azaleas, through reeds and rushes and arrowheads and pickerel weed, the happiest ducks that ever were born. And soon they were quite out of sight.
Poor little Henny Penny. She didn't know how to swim, so she sat down on the bank and waited for her little ducks to come back. Now and then she wiped her eyes on her downy breast feathers.
​"Don't cry," said Cocky Doodle kindly.
"Don't worry," said Rosy Comb. "Your children seem to know how to swim as well as Ducky Waddles."
Just then across the Old Duck Pond came a chorus of quacks, and at a distance was seen the little brood swimming home, their feathers gleaming in green and gold.
"Such a splendid time we've had," they all cried as they waddled up the bank. "And we know now how to get our own living, for there are lots of little fish and flies out there on the Old Duck Pond. We can take care of ourselves, so don't worry any more about us, Mother Henny Penny."
"They are little ducks, not chickens," said Ducky Waddles.
"Are you sure?" asked Henny Penny ​tearfully, wiping her eyes with a tiny yellow handkerchief.
"Of course I am," replied Ducky Waddles. "Don't I know a duck's foot when I see it?"
"Dear, Oh dear!" sighed the poor little hen, "there has been a dreadful mistake!"
But whose mistake it was no one could tell, for the Kind Farmer never confessed that he put duck eggs in Henny Penny's nest.
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 1

LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES
THE RAILROAD
It was a wild story that came to the ears of Little Jack Rabbit for, as he came hopping down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop of his playmates ran out to meet him, and one cried one thing, and one another, but the words which he heard most plainly were:
"The railroad! The railroad! Oh, have you heard?"
"Yes," answered Little Jack Rabbit, not at all excited, "I know a railroad is going to run past the Sunny Meadow."
"Oh, but that's nothing! It's going to ​run right through your house!" cried Busy Beaver.
"Right through the Old Bramble Patch!" shouted Chippy Chipmunk.
"Right through your front door!" screamed Gray Squirrel.
"I don't believe that," said Little Jack Rabbit. "A railroad can't get through a door!"
"Why, of course they'll take out the door," replied Busy Beaver; "they'll pull down your whole house; they'll clear away the Old Bramble Patch; why, they may use the whole of the Sunny Meadow—every bit of it!"
By this time Little Jack Rabbit was excited. Already he saw the dear Old Bramble Patch torn out by the roots; the little house gone, and himself and all the family ​forced to rove homeless through the Shady Forest. So it was no wonder he almost forgot to stop at the postoffice on his way home.
But as he came up the Shady Forest Path that afternoon, he saw that the dear Old Bramble Patch was still there—that was one comfort. No wandering about tonight, at least.
"And there, too, was his little brother, Bobby Tail, turning somersaults under the Old Chestnut Tree, and Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit sitting quietly on the front doorstep.
So Little Jack Rabbit plucked up heart and asked Papa Rabbit if the railroad were going to take away the Old Bramble Patch and their house.
"No, it isn't," replied Mr. Rabbit, "but it's coming mighty close."
"I just knew it wasn't," said Little Jack ​Rabbit with a sigh of relief. "But Busy Beaver said it was and that I must pack up my clothes at once."
"Well, the line was laid out to run right through the dear Old Bramble Patch," said Mr. Rabbit, "but when they found it must cross the Old Duck Pond, they turned it to one side. So the dear Old Bramble Patch is safe."
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 10

AT THE FARM
"All right, come along," said Cocky Doodle, and he started back for the Old Farm, followed by Henny Penny and the little bunny.
"Where are you going?" called out Mrs. Rabbit from the Old Bramble Patch.
"I'm going over to the Old Farm with Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle," answered her little bunny boy.
"You'd better be careful," said his mother, "the farmer might catch you."
"I don't think so, Mrs. Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle; "he's a very kind farmer." Mrs. Rabbit smiled, as if she only half be​lieved the little rooster. Then she turned to her little rabbit boy and said, "Keep a bright lookout, and don't forget you're only a small bunny."
After that away went the three little people, Cocky Doodle, with his bright red comb, and Henny Penny in her pretty gray speckled feathers, and Little Jack Rabbit, in his fur waistcoat, white as the big clouds that chased Mr. Merry Sun over the bright blue sky.
"Who is this little bunny?" asked Turkey Tim when they all came to the Farm Yard.
"Don't you know?" answered Henny Penny. "Why, he's the little rabbit who colors the Easter Eggs!"
"What!" cried a big fat goose.
"This is Little Jack Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle.
​"Pleased to meet you," said Goosey Lucy. "Do you paint goose eggs, too?" But before the little bunny could say yes or no, the Kind Farmer himself came out of the house.
"Why, look who's here," he said with a smile. And such a kind smile that Little Jack Rabbit wasn't the least bit afraid.
"He saw the hired boy steal the eggs from my nest in the corner of the Old Rail Fence," cried Henny Penny.
"Ha, ha!" laughed the Kind Farmer. "So that's where you've been laying your eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?"
said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was too ashamed to speak.
Then the Weathercock whirled around on his big toe and, pointing at the little hen, shouted through his tin megaphone:
# Little Jack-a-Dandy

English nursery rhyme (Roud 19429)

### "Little Jack-a-Dandy" variant

* "Little Jack-a-dandy in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "Little Jack a Dandy" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)

### "Handy Spandy Jack-a-Dandy" variant

* "Nauty Pauty, Jacky Dandy" in Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book by Nurse Lovechild (1744)
# Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures/Chapter 11

COLORED EGGS
"I often wondered why she went across the Sunny Meadow every day," said Ducky Waddles. "It's too long a walk for me!"
"Yes, you wabble too much!" said Henny Penny.
"That's because I've little thin pieces of skin between my toes," answered Ducky Waddles. "My feet are too wide and flat for walking, but they make splendid paddles."
"Come, come," interrupted the Kind Farmer. "Henny Penny hasn't explained why she goes over to the Sunny Meadow to lay her eggs instead of in the nice nests in the Henhouse."
​"Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit to color them for Easter," she answered. "I thought if I laid them near the Old Bramble Patch it would be easier for him."
"Oh, that's the reason?" said the Kind Farmer. "And pray, Mr. Jack Rabbit, how do you color the eggs?"
Oh, dear me! Wasn't the little rabbit embarrassed! He wasn't sure but what he'd better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch. Perhaps, too, he was a little bit afraid of the big Kind Farmer.
"I never colored any eggs," answered the little rabbit in a low voice, "but I've often helped mother color them. She takes a big red rose and rubs it over an egg until it turns red. With a buttercup she makes a ​yellow one. From the violets by the Bubbling Brook she gets a beautiful purple color, and from the wild roses a lovely pink tint. Just every-day grass gives a dandy green color."
"Ha, ha," laughed the big Kind Farmer, "so that's what the rabbits do on Easter, is it?" and he turned away and went into the Big Red Barn to feed the horses.
"I guess it's time for me to be going," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mother may worry if I stay away too long!"
"What's your hurry?" said Ducky Waddles.
"Goodby," said Henny Penny.
"Come again," said Cocky Doodle.
"Come very soon," said Turkey Tim.
"Call tomorrow," cried Goosey Lucy.
​But the little rabbit was out of hearing by this time, and just as Mr. Merry Sun went down behind the West Hill, he hopped into the Old Bramble Patch.
"Come, wash your hands; supper is ready," said Mrs. Rabbit, as she took the carrot muffins out of the oven and dished the stewed lollypops.
# Little Ida's Flowers

Translation of Hans Christian Andersen's Den lille Idas blomster (Danish)
English-language translations of Den lille Idas blomster include:
* "Little Ida's Flowers" in Little Ellie and Other Tales (1850), translated by unknown translator
* "Little Ida's Flowers" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "Little Ida's Flowers" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "Little Ida's Flowers" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
# Lines (Thoreau, "All things are current found")

"All things are current found"
* "All things are current found" in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
* "Lines" in Poems of Nature (1895)
# Lines (Wordsworth, "Five years have passed; five summers, with the length")

* Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey, from Lyrical Ballads (1798)
* Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey, from Lyrical Ballads, Volume I (1800)
* "Lines Composed a few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour" in Poems Volume II (1815)
# Lines (Wordsworth, "If Nature, for a favorite Child")

* "Lines" in Lyrical Ballads (1800) Volume II.
* "Lines written on a Tablet in a School" in Poems (1815) Volume II.
# Lines Rhymed in a Letter Received (by J.H. Reynolds) From Oxford

THE Gothic looks solemn–  The plain Doric column
Supports an old Bishop and crosier;  The mouldering arch,  Shaded o’er by a larch
Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier.
Vicè– that is, by turns–  O’er pale faces mourns
The black-tassled trencher and common hat;  The chantry boy sings,  The steeple bell rings,
And as for the Chancellor–dominat.
There are plenty of trees,  And plenty of ease,
And plenty of fat deer for parsons;  And when it is venison,  Short is the benison–
Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.
# Lines Sacred to the Memory of Capt. Henry C. Gorrell of Greensboro’

Lines
Sacred to the Memory of
Capt. Henry C. Gorrell of Greensboro’, N.C.,
Of the Second North Carolina Regiment,
Who fell in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries at the battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862.
MAY HE REST IN PEACE.
They laid him away in the cold damp ground, On the banks of a Southern stream; Not far from his home in his own native land Where the rays of a tropic sun gleam. No coffin to enclose his mangled remains No shroud save his uniform coat, But his name is entwined with the laurels of fame, And on memory’s tablet ’tis wrote.
He sleeps all unheeding the cannon’s deep roar, Or the sound of the murmuring stream; The armies march o’er him in battle array, Yet he fears not their musketry’s gleam. For his “home” he fought, for his “rights” he died, He’s a martyr to a “Glorious Cause;” The Confederacy he loved, and to see her prevail He died while defending her laws.
In a little white cottage in the land of the South, They are waiting his coming again: But dream not that his body all mangled and torn, Had been laid ’neath the field of the slain. Sleep, soldier, sleep! in thy rough Southern tomb, While above thee may soft breezes wave, And in summer the birds shall thy requiem sing From the trees over thy “Patriot grave.”
By a Friend of the Cause.
This work was published before January 1, 1929 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 95 years or less since publication.
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# Lines (Wordsworth, "Glide gently, thus for ever glide")

* "Lines" in Lyrical Ballads (1800) Volume I.
* "Remembrance of Collins" in Poems (1815) Volume II.
# Lines (Wordsworth, "I heard a thousand blended notes")

* "Lines written in early spring" in Lyrical Ballads (1798)
* "Lines" in Lyrical Ballads (1800) Volume I.
* "Lines written in early spring" in Poems (1815) Volume II.
* "Lines Written in Early Spring" in The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language (1904), edited by Adam Luke Gowans
# Lines (Wordsworth, "It is the first mild day of March")

* "Lines written at a small distance from my House, and sent by my little Boy to the Person to whom they are addressed" in Lyrical Ballads (1798).
* "Lines" in Lyrical Ballads (1800) Volume I.
* "Lines written at a small distance from my House, &c." in Poems (1815) Volume II.
# Lines (Thoreau, "Though all the fates should prove unkind")

"Though all the fates should prove unkind"
* "Though all the fates should prove unkind" in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
* "Lines" in Poems of Nature (1895)
# Lines (Wordsworth, "Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands")

* "Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite" in Lyrical Ballads (1798).
* "Lines" in Lyrical Ballads (1800) Volume I.
* "Lines left upon a Seat, &c" in Poems (1815) Volume II.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1758/A Florentine Carnival Song of the Sixteenth Century

* A FLORENTINE CARNIVAL SONG Of THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY.
* COMPOSED BY ANTONIO ALAMANNI,
* AND SUNG BY A COMPANY OF MASQUERS, HABITED AS
* SKELETONS, ON A CAR OF DEATH DESIGNED BY PIERO
* DI COSIMO.
* Sorrow, tears, and penitence
* Are our doom of pain for aye:
* This dead concourse riding by
* Hath no cry but penitence!
* E'en as you are, once were we:
* You shall be as now we are:
* We are dead men, as you see:
* We shall see you dead men, where
* Nought avails to take great care,
* After sins, of penitence.
* We too in the Carnival
* Sang our love-songs through the town;
* Thus from sin to sin we all
* Headlong, heedless, tumbled down:
* Now we cry, the world around,
* Penitence! oh, penitence!
* Senseless, blind, and stubborn fools!
* Time steals all things as he rides:
* Honors, glories, states, and schools,
* Pass away, and nought abides;
* Till the tomb our carckse hides,
* And compels this penitence.
* This sharp scythe you see us bear,
* Brings the world at length to woe:
* But from life to life we fare;
* And that life is joy or woe:
* All heaven's bliss on him doth flow
* Who on earth does penitence.
* Living here, we all must die;
* Dying, every soul shall live:
* For the king of kings on high
* This fixed ordinance doth give:
* Lo, you all are fugitive!
* Penitence! Cry penitence!
* Torment great and grievous dole
* Hath the thankless heart mid you:
* But the man of piteous soul
* Finds much honor in our crew:
* Love for loving is the due
* That prevents this penitence.
* Sorrow, tears, and penitence
* Are our doom of pain for aye:
* This dead concourse riding by
* Hath no cry but penitence!
* Cornhill Magazine.J. A. S.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1758/Farewell

* FAREWELL.
* My love, I love thee with a love undying,
* But love so fraught with sorrow that my heart,
* Weary of waiting for a bright to-morrow,
* Will say for thy sweet sake, dear love, we part!
* Farewell, my darling! Yes, my own forever,
* Wher'er I go, by land or sea, my star,
* My star to guide me, guard me, ah, oh never
* Can we forget, although we're sundered far!
* Have pity, God! oh, hold her in thy keeping,
* Upon her way I pray thee shed thy light.
* Farewell! One kiss! Oh, cease thy bitter weeping,
* I go into the night!
* W. S. Reed.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1757

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXI. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1757. — February 16, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXVI. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Lord Melbourne, | Quarterly Review, | 387 |
| II. | Erica. Part XII. Translated for The Living Age from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 410 |
| III. | Congregational Singing, | Cornhill Magazine, | 419 |
| IV. | Macleod of Dare. By William Black. Part III., | Advance Sheets, | 428 |
| V. | Murder of Commissioner Fraser - Delhi, 1835. A Tale of Circumstantial Evidence, | Fraser's Magazine, | 440 |
| VI. | Dulcissima! Dilectissima! A Passage in the Life of an Antiquary, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 445 |
POETRY. :
| Motherhood, | 386 | The Bloom of the Heart, | 386 |
| A Japanese Love-Song, | 386 | |