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# The Paradisus Londinensis/Volume 1/Part 1

PREFACE.
The present taste for Botany, so general among all ranks, and the great encouragement given to works of merit in that fascinating science, first emboldened the Publisher of the present undertaking to solicit assistance from several distinguished Collectors of Plants in the vicinity of the Metropolis. Having been at length enabled by their liberality to bring forward, among the rest of his brethren, some of the efforts of his pencil, it would be dastardly in him not to own that his hopes of success overbalance his fears; it now only remains with the Public at large to appreciate his labours, and become his best patrons. Anxious however for fame, rather than inordinate profit, he will be content with very small interest for the sums advanced; and the descriptions of his figures will be corrected, or often wholly drawn up, by a Botanist more learned than himself. It may not be improper to add a few words respecting that department of the work.
In all similar publications which have hitherto appeared, not even excepting the most respectable, a considerable portion of each page has been filled with useless repetitions of the classes, orders and generic characters of the sexual system. No one who pretends to the least knowledge of the science is without the Genera Plantarum of Linne, nor any one who is solicitous to gain deeper information, without that of Jussieu. The transcendant merit of the last author, however, having yet never been detailed among us, the natural order to which he refers each genus here figured will always be inserted preceding its character; this will be only given with the first species, making such alterations, or remarks, as the investigation of it suggests. Botany, like all other sciences, has lately made a rapid progress in improvement, and in no branch so conspicuously as that which relates to the affinities of genera; more might be said on this head, if it were not already anticipated in a short but most energetic paragraph of the Edinburgh Review. With regard to the Plants themselves, such only as are new, uncommonly beautiful, or incompletely figured by others, will be selected; and of these the harvest is abundant.
# The Paradisus Londinensis

This work was never completed because the illustrator, William Hooker (not William Jackson Hooker the botanist!), gave up the collaboration with Salisbury to become official artist to the Horticultural Society of London.

## Volumes

* Volume 1 (1805–1808, in two parts)
* Volume 2 (1807–1808, in two parts)
# The Paradisus Londinensis/Volume 1/Part 2

THE PARADISUS LONDINENSIS:
CONTAINING PLANTS
CULTIVATED IN THE VICINITY OF
THE METROPOLIS.
THE DESCRIPTIONS BY RICHARD ANTHONY SALISBURY, ESQ. F.R.S. &c. &c.
THE FIGURES BY WILLIAM HOOKER, PUPIL OF FRANCIS BAUER, ESQ. BOTANICAL PAINTER TO THEIR MAJESTIES.
VOL. I. PART II.
LONDON: PRINTED BY D. N. SHURY, BERWICK STREET, AND PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM HOOKER, NO. 6, FRITH STREET.
1806.
# The Paradox

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# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Urges Prayer for End of War

Urges Prayer for End of War.
BOSTON, Nov. 21.—Governor McCall, in a Thanksgiving proclamation today, said: “Let us devoutly pray to Almighty God for the speedy ending of the black welter of war that threatens to put out the light of Europe.”
# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Won’t Pay for Dutch Ship

WON’T PAY FOR DUTCH SHIP.
Germans Refuse Compensation for the Blommersdyjk.
AMSTERDAM, Nov. 21, (Dispatch to The London Daily Chronicle.)—Germany has refused compensation to Holland for the loss of the steamer Blommersdyjk, which was torpedoed off the American coast. The reason for the refusal, it is said, is connected with the fact that the vessel carried bill of health papers signed by the British Consul at the port of departure.
# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Von Jagow Gives Up His Portfolio

VON JAGOW GIVES UP HIS PORTFOLIO
Kaiser's Foreign Minister Resigns, Giving Continued Illness as the Reason.
POST FOR ZIMMERMANN
AMSTERDAM, Nov. 21, (via London.)—Gottlieb von Jagow, the German Minister of Foreign Affairs, has resigned, according to a Berlin dispatch. The condition of his health is given as the cause of his resignation.
Dr. Alfred Zimmermann, Under Secretary of Foreign Affairs, the dispatch adds, probably will succeed Herr von Jagow.
The Tageblatt prints a rumor that Herr von Jagow will become Ambassador at Vienna.
Herr von Jagow, the retiring Imperial Secretary of Foreign Affairs, and Herr Zimmermann, the Under Secretary of State, who may succeed him, figured large in the British and German White Papers, published for the first time by The New York Times in the Fall of 1914. Since then the former has signed most of the notes sent to Washington in regard to the U-boat controversy.
It also fell to his lot to conduct the negotiations with Sir Edward Goschen, the British Ambassador, which terminated in Great Britain’s declaration of war. Von Jagow was known to have worked hard for a British-German alliance.
Although von Jagow bears no title his family has been noble since the eleventh century. He was Ambassador at Rome when he was made Secretary of State in January, 1914.
Herr Zimmermann saw Sir Edward Goschen after the memorable interview with the Imperial Chancellor, Dr. von Bethmann Hollweg, in which the latter had characterized the Belgian neutrality treaty as “a scrap of paper,” and it was he who said that Germany’s failure to reply to the British ultimatum was, “in fact, a declaration of war.”
Herr Zimmermann, aside from explaining to American interviewers many times that Germany's U-boat campaign was conducted within the law, has been chiefly occupied with the cases of Sweden and Norway—particularly with the latter, which forbade U-boats to provision at her ports so long as her ships were sunk. Zimmermann, however, has always contended that armed merchant vessels should be treated as warships.
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# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Woman’s Discovery Sterilizes Uniforms

WOMAN’S DISCOVERY STERILIZES UNIFORMS
Miss Mary Davies’s Preparation Prevents Infection From Cloth Shot Into the Body.
PARIS. Nov. 21.—Miss Mary Davies, bacteriologist for the Robert Walton Goelet Research Fund, has just completed experiments at Ris-Orangeis Hospital, where Dr. Joseph A. Blake is head, which marks another advance in minimizing wound infections contracted on the battlefield.
One of the greatest causes of infection found in all military hospitals has been pieces of uniforms shot into the body.
Miss Davies’s experiments consist in treatment of cloth by antiseptic substances so that after months of subjection to all forms of dirt and germs it remains absolutely sterile. Results of the experiments are now in the hands of the French and British authorities with a view of having all uniforms at the front treated with the Davies preparation. In England the preparation has had the approval of David Lloyd George; so, for the next consignment of clothes sent to the “Tommies” such sterilization has been ordered.
Aside from preventing infection of wounds the preparation has another great advantage. In the words of Miss Davies:
“Body lice, which are the greatest discomfort of trench life, will henceforth find these antiseptic substances entirely inimical to their well being.”
Operations proving the utility of the preparation were made at Ris-Orangeis laboratories by Dr. Kenneth Taylor. The subjects were guinea pigs, and both non-treated and sterilized cloths were used. In the latter cases the cloth was subjected to the most severe exposure, such as being smeared with garden soil known to contain tetanus and other deadly germs. Also the cloth was left lying about on the earth and later on a roof for weeks before being injected into the pigs. In all cases the pigs remained well, while in cases where pieces cut from uniforms of French soldiers were injected the pigs invariably died.
The basis for the treatment is a combination of cresol and soft soap. Miss Davies, summarizing her report to the Government, says: “The practice of periodically impregnating the clothing of armies upon active service will fully repay the cost in reducing the proportion of highly septic wounds.”
Miss Davies is the woman who inoculated herself with gangrene bacilli a year ago to prove the efficacy of Taylor’s preparation.
# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Victory Heartens Serbs

VICTORY HEARTENS SERBS.
Col. Vassitch, Ill at Front, Wanted to Go to Monastir if Only to Die.
ATHENS, Nov. 20, (Dispatch to The London Daily Chronicle.)—The great victory at Monastir already has had far-reaching results. The enemy is in disorderly retreat along the whole left front, abandoning dead and wounded and enormous quantities of material, and the still advancing Serbs are emphasizing the thorough nature of their triumph.
Beyond the Cerna on its right bank the veteran Voivode Stephanovitch has, during recent days, achieved the capture of Dobropolje, Vet, Kukurus, and Sbornik heights and is now driving the semi-demoralized army of the enemy without halt or rest towards the river. His forces ought, in the matter of hours, to be threatening the exit from the famous Babuna defiles. His left wing has carried Groudissta and is advancing along the hills on the right bank of the Cerna. Statarovina has also fallen, while his centre is advancing along the Germaine road from Veterinik and should now be before Vebsko near the Cerna.
Inside the Cerna loop Voivode Mishitchis’s First Army is sweeping successfully onward, having taken Bernik, north of Iven, and Jarotak. But the finest triumph, just reported as I write this dispatch, is the capture of Hill 1,378 in the upper Morichovo Mountains. Thus a grip on Mount Seletchka was secured and as a result the Serb forces dominate the route to Prilep, which will greatly hasten the enemy’s retreat.
On the left the Third Serb Army under General Vassitch—the name is not to be confounded with that of the gallant Colonel Vassitch, defender of Babuna and Monastir last year—is quickly clearing the foe out of the mountainous regions east of Monastir with the aid of the French and Russians. The enemy, then, are retreating hastily along the whole line and at midnight comes news that the Serb advanced forces are within a few hours of Prilep.
All reports agree that the enemy’s losses must be enormous. For example, two regiments sent to reinforce the troops defending Hill 1,212 were in two hours slaughtered to a man.
The great triumph has been received by the Serb Army with pathetic joy. “Now,” said an officer who has just come here from the front, “we have a home again.”
He told me a story of Colonel Vassitch. The invalid Colonel took Monastir from the Turks just over four years ago. He, as all the world knows, held on to Babuna with 4,000 men last November against vastly superior enemy forces. He had a reputation with his men of always being first into the enemy’s position. Though ill, he is with the forces at the front, and a day or two ago, when it was suggested that he should go to the hospital, he replied: “No; only let me enter Monastir, if it be but to die there.”
# The New York Times/1916/11/22/Wood Sees No End of Wars

WOOD SEES NO END OF WARS
Three hundred members of the Society of the Colonial Wars in the State of New York attended the twenty-third annual dinner held last night in the grand ballroom at Delmonico’s. During the dinner the ancient punch bowl belonging to the organization was carried in by four members dressed in the uniform worn by British soldiers in the time of Cornwallis and placed in front of Henry G. Sanford, the Governor of the Society, the toastmaster.
In responding to a toast to the army, General Leonard Wood said that military training among the citizens was essential to national integrity and honor.
“The great war raging in Europe,” he continued, “is not the last of wars, and our children's children will not see the last of wars. It is essential that the new masses pouring into the country be imbued with the spirit of service to the Republic, as well as the impulse to profit by our national advantages, and that the citizens be taught not to evade the responsibility in our hour of need.
“Army men are not in favor of war, but if it should come the army should be ready and equipped to meet any situation that might arise.”
Dr. Charles A. Richmond, President of Union College, spoke in favor of universal military training, and Rear Admiral Nathaniel R. Usher responded for the navy.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Fragment of "The Castle Builder"

FRAGMENT OF "THE CASTLE BUILDER."
To-night I'll have my friar—let me think
About my room,—I'll have it in the pink;
It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,
Just in its mid-life in the midst of June,
Should look thro' four large windows and display
Clear, but for gold-fish vases in the way,
Their glassy diamonding on Turkish floor:
The tapers keep aside, an hour and more,
To see what else the moon alone can show;
While the night-breeze doth softly let us know
My terrace is well bower'd with oranges.
Upon the floor the dullest spirit sees
A guitar-ribbon and a lady's glove
Beside a crumple-leaved tale of love; A tambour-frame, with Venus sleeping there,
All finished but some ringlets of her hair;
A viol, bow-strings torn, cross-wise upon
A glorious folio of Anacreon;
A skull upon a mat of roses lying,
Ink'd purple with a song concerning dying;
An hour glass on the turn, amid the trails
Of passion-flower;—just in time there sails
A cloud across the moon,—the lights bring in! And see what more my phantasy can win.
It is a gorgeous room, but somewhat sad;
The draperies are so, as tho' they had
Been made for Cleopatra's winding-sheet;
And opposite the steadfast eye doth meet
A spacious looking-glass, upon whose face,
In letters raven-sombre, you may trace
Old "Mene, Mene, Tekel Upharsin."
Greek busts and statuary have ever been
Held, by the finest spirits, fitter far
Than vase grotesque and Siamesian jar;
Therefore 'tis sure a want of attic taste
That I should rather love a gothic waste
Of eyesight on cinque-colored potter's clay,
Than on the marble fairness of old Greece.
My table-coverlits of Jason's fleece
And black Numidian sheep-wool should be wrought,
Gold, black, and heavy from the Lama brought.
My ebon sofas should delicious be
With down from Leda's cygnet progeny
My pictures all Salvator's, save a few
Of Titian's portraiture, and one, though new,
Of Haydon's in its fresh magnificence.
My wine—O good! 'tis here at my desire,
And I must sit to supper with my friar.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Endymion/Preface

PREFACE.
Knowing within myself the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.
What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished. The two first books, and indeed the two last, I feel sensible are not of such completion as to warrant their passing the press; nor should they if I thought a year's castigation would do them any good;- -it will not: the foundations are too sandy. It is just that this youngster should die away: a sad thought for me, if I had not some hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting, and fitting myself for verses fit to live.
This may be speaking too presumptuously, and may ​deserve a punishment: but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it: he will leave me alone, with the conviction that there is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object. This is not written with the least atom of purpose to forestall criticisms of course, but from the desire I have to conciliate men who are competent to look, and who do look with a zealous eye, to the honor of English literature.
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness, and all the thousand bitters which those men I speak of must necessarily taste in going over the following pages.
I hope I have not in too late a day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece, and dulled its brightness: for I wish to try once more, before I bid it farewell.
Teignmouth, April 10, 1818.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Fragment (1)

FRAGMENT.
Where's the Poet? show him! show him! Muses nine! that I may know him!
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King,
Or poorest of the beggar-clan,
Or any other wondrous thing
A man may be 'twixt ape and Plato;
'Tis the man who with a bird,
Wren, or Eagle, finds his way to
All its instincts; he hath heard
The Lion's roaring, and can tell
What his horny throat expresseth,
And to him the Tiger's yell
Comes articulate and presseth
On his ear like mother-tongue.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/King Stephen

KING STEPHEN.
A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT.
ACT I.
Scene I.—Field of Battle.
THE END.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Keats's Last Sonnet

KEATS'S LAST SONNET.
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shore
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel forever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Imitation of Spenser

IMITATION OF SPENSER.
Now morning from her orient chamber came
And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill:
Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,
Silvering the untainted gushes of its rill;
Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distil,
And after parting beds of simple flowers,
By many streams a little lake did fill,
Which round its marge reflected woven bowers,
And, in its middle space, a sky that never lowers.
There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright,
Vying with fish of brilliant dye below;
Whose silken fins' and golden scales' light
Cast upward, through the waves, a ruby glow:
There saw the swan his neck of arched snow,
And oar'd himself along with majesty:
Sparkled his jetty eyes; his feet did show
Beneath the waves like Afric's ebony,
And on his back a fay reclined voluptuously.
Ah! could I tell the wonders of an isle
That in that fairest lake had placed been,
I could e'en Dido of her grief beguile;
Or rob from aged Lear his bitter teen
For sure so fair a place was never seen
Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye:
It seem'd an emerald in the silver sheen
Of the bright waters; or as when on high,
Through clouds of fleecy white, laughs the cœrulean sky.
And all around it dipp'd luxuriously
Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide,
Which, as it were in gentle amity,
Rippled delighted up the flowery side;
As if to glean the ruddy tears it tried,
Which fell profusely from the rose-tree stem!
Haply it was the workings of its pride,
In strife to throw upon the shore a gem
Outvying all the buds in Flora's diadem.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/Fragment (2)

The quote at the beginning of this piece is a version of some lines from Paradise Lost, Book 2, which read "Strive here for mastery, and to battle bring | Their embryon atoms: they around the flag⁠ | Of each his faction, in their several clans"
FRAGMENT.
"Under the flag
Of each his faction, they to battle bring
Their embryo atoms." Milton.
Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow,
Lethe's weed and Hermes' feather;
Come to-day, and come to-morrow,
I do love you both together!— I love to mark sad faces in fair weather;
And hear a merry laugh amid the thunder;
Fair and foul I love together:
Meadows sweet where flames are under,
And a giggle at a wonder;
Visage sage at pantomime;
Funeral, and steeple-chime;
Infant playing with a skull;
Morning fair, and shipwreck'd hull:
Nightshade with the woodbine kissing
Serpents in red roses hissing;
Cleopatra regal-dress'd
With the aspic at her breast;
Dancing music, music sad,
Both together, sane and mad;
Muses bright, and muses pale;
Sombre Saturn, Momus hale;— Laugh and sigh, and laugh again;
Oh the sweetness of the pain!
Muses bright and muses pale,
Bare your faces of the veil;
Let me see: and let me write
Of the day, and of the night—
Both together:—let me slake All my thirst and sweet heart-ache! Let my bower be of yew, Interwreath'd with myrtles new Pines and lime-trees full in bloom, And my couch a low grass-tomb.
# The Poetical Works of John Keats/From Ronsard

FROM RONSARD.
fragment of a sonnet.
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies,
For more adornment, a full thousand years;
She took their cream of Beauty, fairest dies,
And shaped and tinted her above all Peers:
Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
And underneath their shadow filled her eyes
With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
Of high Olympus uttered slavish sighs.
When from the Heavens I saw her first descend,
My heart took fire, and only burning pains,
They were my pleasures—they my Life's sad end;
Love poured her beauty into my warm veins.
# The New York Times/1920/11/29

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# The New York Times/1920/6/21/Armenia prepared for a hard fight

The New York Times, July 21, 1920.
ARMENIA PREPARED
FOR A HARD FIGHT
Maintains Forces Under General
Dro Able to Make a Strong
Defense Against Bolsheviki
TIFLIS, Transcaucasia, July 17 (Associated Press). - Armenia temporarily is in no danger of going Bolshevist unless the Moscow Government sends a great Russian force against it, in the opinion of observers who have just returned from Shusha, Erivan and Nakhitchevan, after a careful study in the field of the military situation.
Both the Georgians and Armenians, say these observers, had a terrible object lesson of what espousal of Bolshevism may mean in the frightful way the Tartars of Azerbaijan were slaughtered by the Russians when they resented Bolshevist domination. The observers point out that the Bolsheviki must actually fight their way into Armenia through the mountain forces of General Dro, an experienced Russian Armenian leader, who has barely 10,00 mountain tribesmen in Nakhitchevan, waging a ruthless war on Tartars who cross the Armenian boundaries.
General Dro threw a bomb at the tyrannical Governor of Baku in 1904. He fought with the Russians in the early part of the European war, and when he visited the hospital at Tiflis, where Dro was recovering from wounds. He is a magnetic, small man of about 40, wears no uniform, and his soldiers call him merely Dro.
The General does not disguise his hatred for the Bolsheviki. He operates independently of the main Armenian Army, and is generally respected and feared by the rough bands which blindly follow him. These bands wage guerrilla warfare mercilessly. They lack ammunitition, and consequently use the bayonet freely.
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# The New York Times/1922

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