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# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Locke, William John

See also William John Locke on Wikipedia.
​Locke, William John (1863).—Novelist. At the Gate of Samaria (1895), The Demagogue and Lady Phayre (1896), A Study in Shadows (1896), The White Dove (1900), The Usurper (1901), The Beloved Vagabond (1906), etc.; also dramas, The Morals of Marcus, The Palace of Puck, Idols, etc.
# A Tragedy of Error

"A Tragedy of Error" is Henry James's first known published short story. Written in four parts, it appeared without authorial attribution in the February 1864 issue of The Continental Monthly. The story was rediscovered in the 1950s and reprinted in the September 1956 edition of The New England Quarterly.
* "A Tragedy of Error" in The Continental Monthly 5 (2) (February 1864): 204–216.
* "A Tragedy of Error" in The New England Quarterly for September 1956.
# A Tramp Abroad

A non-fiction travel book about a journey by the author with his friend Harris, a character based on his friend Joseph Twichell, through central and southern Europe. It is often thought to be an unofficial sequel to the earlier The Innocents Abroad. Illustrated by the artists Walter Francis Brown, True W. Williams, Benjamin Henry Day and others.
A Tramp Abroad;
illustrated by w. fr. brown, true williams, b. day and other artists—with also three or four pictures made by the author of this book without outside help; in all
three hundred and twenty-eight illustrations.
BY Mark Twain, (SAMUEL L. CLEMENS.)
(SOLD BY SUBSCRIPTION ONLY.)
HARTFORD, CONN.: AMERICAN PUBLISHING COMPANY. Chatto & Windus, London. 1880.
COPYRIGHT BY Samuel L. Clemens. 1879.
* Contents
* Illustrations
TITIAN'S MOSES
THE AUTHOR'S MEMORIES.
# A Tragedy (Theo Marzials)

From The Gallery of Pigeons and Other Poems (1873)
Death! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop. Above, beneath. From the slimy branches the grey drips drop, As they scraggle black on the thin grey sky, Where the black cloud rack-hackles drizzle and fly To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop On the black scrag piles, where the loose cords plop, As the raw wind whines in the thin tree-top. Plop, plop. And scudding by The boatmen call out hoy! and hey! All is running water and sky, And my head shrieks -- "Stop," And my heart shrieks -- "Die."
My thought is running out of my head; My love is running out of my heart, My soul runs after, and leaves me as dead, For my life runs after to catch them -- and fled They all are every one! -- and I stand, and start, At the water that oozes up, plop and plop, On the barges that flop And dizzy me dead. I might reel and drop. Plop. Dead.
And the shrill wind whines in the thin tree-top Flop, plop.
A curse on him. Ugh! yet I knew -- I knew -- If a woman is false can a friend be true? It was only a lie from beginning to end -- My Devil -- My "Friend" I had trusted the whole of my living to! Ugh; and I knew! Ugh! So what do I care, And my head is empty as air -- I can do, I can dare, (Plop, plop The barges flop Drip drop.) I can dare! I can dare! And let myself all run away with my head And stop. Drop. Dead. Plop, flop.
Plop.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/M. J. MacMahon

ZOURBERG MOUNTAINS.
Hail! land of drifting cloud and wooded wold,
Thy fairy scenes seem conjured by the hand
Of wizard king.Thy hills majestic stand
Aloft with time-bronzed brows searéd and old,
And heavenward fling their nodding peaks on high:
The breezy zephyrs rush careering free;
The eagle waves his wing of liberty.
Here Nature reigns in grand sublimity;
Far through the southern haze Old Ocean gleams
Silvered with sunlight foam, and mournfully
Heaves his wild arms—with words inspired he seems,
Mutt'ring a prologue to Eternity.
God of my soul, on earth such scenes we find,
Guiding from them to Thee the human mind.
M. J. MacMahon.
THE LOST CHILD.
It was an eve when the wild wind
Came moaning from the restless sea.
The sun sank low, and left behind
Darkness, and the wind minstrelsy
Of Ocean chafing' the rugged shore
'Mid storm and spray and hoarse waves' roar.
The brave, proud barque, which ere the noon
On pearly wings sculled scatheless on,
Had met the squall's fierce rage, and soon
Her pride, her loveliness were gone.
On rock, on beach, on foaming tide
Her timbers were scattered far and wide.
The hearts that throbbed with life's glad bound
Are silent now, save one, a child;
Whom when the passing fisher found,
He oped his little hand and smiled,
And lo! in the tiny palm there lay
A gold cross, moist with salt sea-spray.
How true that men are pilgrims all
Upon this world's wild, restless sea.
The mast'ring Passions' sudden squall
Shatters the soul: secure is he
Who grasps the Cross, and through the strife
Thus grasping, ever findeth life.
M. J. MacMahon.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Omicron

DE PROFUNDIS.
The dying sun, with mellow ray,
Illum'd the deep'ning gloom
Of carvéd apse and storied bay
And costly sculptur'd tomb.
On aisle and chapel, choir and shrine,
The morient beam delay'd;
Its ling'ring beauty, half divine,
Upon the altar stray'd.
Before that altar knelt a man
Absorbed in earnest pray'r;
His pallid face, with suff'ring wan,
Was overcast with care.
Fast, fast the eager tear-drops rolled
Adown his bronzèd cheek,
His heaving bosom's sobs foretold
His very heart would break.
His harness, all of metal tried,
Was cunningly inlaid
With jewels rare, and by his side
His golden helm display'd;
A silken scarf, of gorgeous sheen,
Upon his breast he wore,
And rev'rently, his hands atween,
A crucifix he bore.
"My heart is black with sin!" he cried,
"My soul can find no rest;
Extend Thine arms of mercy wide
And take me to Thy breast.
Canst Thou deny one soul relief
For whom Thy blood was shed?
Didst Thou not save the sorrowing thief
E'en as death bow'd Thy head?"
Athwart the altar passed a glow
From out the western heav'n—
The Messenger of Peace, to show
His guilt was all forgiven.
Uprais'd in hope, his glazing eye
With rapture's light was fired;
He sank before the Altar High,
And in a smile expir'd.
••••• For vespers rang the cloister bell;
The abbot with his train,
Each from his solitary cell,
Came slowly in amain;
The rising moonbeams softly broke
Upon that prostrate head;
The solemn organ sweetly woke
Its requiem for the dead.
"Omicron."
ANSWERED.
Weary, with tired eyes that sought
Some answer to an hopeless thought;
Sad, with remembrance of dead years,
That woke with the bright flush of morn,
But faded in a mist of tears
Before their promise could be born,—
I stood awhile upon the verge
Of a far-rolling sweep of sea,
Whose fading distance seemed to merge
Into the vast eternity.
The ghosts of things that had been dead,
Yet lived again;
The salt of tears was on my tongue;
The sound of bitter sobbing, wrung
From hearts which Joy had cursed and fled,
Was in my brain;
And from the main,
Borne on a sudden tremulous breath
Of air that chilled me as the touch of death,
Came an exceeding bitter cry,
As of a soul in mortal pain:
"All that is fair shall die!"
I did not know it was my own:
So the gloom deepened; then there came,— First in faint echoes from afar
That gathered, as an undertone,
In most hushed stillness, to one sound,— The mention of an awful name:
And the same instant flashed around
The sudden glory of a risen star.
"Omicron."
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Ralph Renaude

SONNET.
Slow fades the sunlight from each lonely hill,
And the pale half-moon paints with shadowy hue
The sleeping earth; how soon doth night renew
Watch o'er a world—so passionless, so still!
So free from all the turbulent thoughts that fill
And thrill the human soul, deep hid from view!
Oh! would that we poor, tired mortals, too,
Might seek and find repose. Ah! not until
We learn, through life, to know and understand
The million chords—struck by some unseen hand
On the responsive, yearning soul of man— Strange and conflicting since the world began;
Then all of beauty, truth, and love will find
Abiding echo in our heart and mind.
Ralph Renaude.
# A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse/Mu

THE FORGET-ME-NOT.
Drifting adown life's rapid stream,
And musing on man's lot,
Methought, upon the wave-worn bank,
Bloomed a Forget-me-not.
Quickly I drew me to the shore,
And culled the little flower.
Ah! ever in my mem'ry lives
The rapture of that hour.
But soon the sweet blue pass'd away,
Too swiftly fled my dream;
And now my bark drifts slowly on,
Down the dark, lonely stream.
Only above a soft light shines,
And whispers to my heart—
Place not thy love on aught below
From which thou soon must part.
Nor weep thou o'er thy faded flower;
It has but passed on high.
The tender blue thou deemest lost,
Beams on thee from the sky.
Then pray to Him, who reigns above,
That when this life is o'er,
Thou safe may'st find thy flow'ret sweet
Blooming on heaven's fair shore.
"Mu."
THE VOICE.
There is a wailing voice which cries
For ever from the ocean,
When the great angry waves arise,
In long low lines against the skies,
And, with a sullen motion,
Dash themselves against the rocks,
Raising a cloud of foam, which mocks
Their sullenness—then falling, dies.
Or when the moon, with radiant face,
Shines on the sea's broad breast,
And woos her with such tender grace,
That, yielding to the soft embrace,
She sinks entranced to rest;
And a soft sleep steals over all,
Unbroken, save by the sea-gull's call,
As he seeks his watery nest.
Out, out afar he wheels his flight,
Where the sky and waters meet,
Till, like a speck in the waning light,
Fading away he is lost to sight,
'Mid shadows dim and fleet;
While from the ocean, calm and deep,
A cool soft mist doth slowly creep,
And shrouds the mountain's feet.
And when the wind moans drearily,
Among the leafless trees,
In storm or calm, by land or sea,
Still that same voice comes unto me,
Borne on the wings of the breeze:
"Change and decay: change and decay:
All that is earthly fadeth away."
"Mu."
# Aetna Casualty Surety Company v. Phoenix National Bank & Trust Company of Lexington

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United States Supreme Court
285 U.S. 209
Aetna Casualty Surety Company v. Phoenix National Bank & Trust Company of Lexington
Argued: Jan. 25, 1932. --- Decided: March 14, 1932
Messrs. Samuel M. Wilson, of Lexington, Ky., and Charles Kerr, of Washington, D. C., for petitioner.
Mr. James Park, of Lexington, Ky., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 210-211 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Aeterni Patris (Leo XIII)

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This Encyclical letter, issued in August 1879, urged the Catholic Church to reject modern philosophy and return to the Scholastic school of philosophy, especially the teachings of Thomas Aquinas.
English-language translations of Aeterni Patris include:
* "The Study of Scholastic Philosophy" in The Great Encyclical Letters of Pope Leo XIII, 1903.
* "Encyclical of Leo XIII on the Restoration of Christian Philosophy" in Summa Theologiae, pub. 1917.
# Aetna Casualty Surety Company v. Flowers

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United States Supreme Court
330 U.S. 464
Aetna Casualty Surety Company v. Flowers
Argued: and Submitted Feb. 13, 1947. --- Decided: March 10, 1947
Mr. Clyde W. Key, of Knoxville, Tenn., for petitioners.
Fannie M. Flowers, pro se.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# A Tale of Two Cities

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* A Tale of Two Cities, a novel by Charles Dickens
* "A Tale of Two Cities", a poem by Rudyard Kipling
# A Tale of Rosamund Gray and Old Blind Margaret/Chapter 5

CHAPTER V.
When Allan returned home, he found an invitation had been left for him, in his absence, to spend that evening with a young friend, who had just quitted a public school in London, and was come to pass one night in his father's house at Widford, previous to his departure the next morning for Edinburgh University.
It was Allan's bosom friend—they had not met for some months—and it was probable, a much longer ​time must intervene, before they should meet again.
Yet Allan could not help looking a little blank, when he first heard of the invitation. This was to have been an important evening. But Elinor soon relieved her brother, by expressing her readiness to go alone to the cottage.
"I will not lose the pleasure I promised myself, whatever you may determine upon, Allan—I will go by myself, rather than be disappointed."
"Will you, will you, Elinor?"
Elinor promised to go—and I believe, Allan, on a second thought, ​was not very sorry to be spared the aukwardness of introducing two persons to each other, both so dear to him, but either of whom might happen not much to fancy the other.
At times, indeed, he was confident, that Elinor must love Rosamund, and Rosamund must love Elinor—but there were also times, in which he felt misgivings—it was an event he could scarce hope for very joy!
Allan's real presence that evening was more at the cottage than at the house, where his bodily semblance was visiting—his friend could not help complaining of a certain absence of mind, a coldness he called it.
​It might have been expected, and in the course of things predicted, that Allan would have asked his friend some questions, of what had happened since their last meeting, what his feelings were on leaving school, the probable time when they should meet again, and a hundred natural questions, which friendship is most lavish of at such times; but nothing of all this ever occurred to Allan—they did not even settle the method of their future correspondence.
The consequence was, as might have been expected, Allan's friend thought him much altered, and, after his departure, sat down to compose a doleful sonnet about a "faithless friend."—I do not find that he ​ever finished it—indignation, or a dearth of rhimes, causing him to break off in the middle.
# A Tale of Two Cities (1898)/Book the First
### Contents

* Chapter I: The Period
* Chapter II: The Mail
* Chapter III: The Night Shadows
* Chapter IV: The Preparation
* Chapter V: The Wine-shop
* Chapter VI: The Shoemaker
# A Tale of Rosamund Gray and Old Blind Margaret/Chapter 8

CHAPTER VIII.
They had but four rooms in the cottage. Margaret slept in the biggest room up stairs, and her Grandaughter in a kind of closet adjoining, where he could be within hearing, if her Grandmother should call her in the night.
The girl was often disturbed in that manner—two or three times in a night she has been forced to leave her bed, to fetch her Grandmother's cordials, or do some little service for her—but she knew, that Margaret's ailings were real and pressing, and Rosamund never complained—never ​suspected, that her Grandmother's requisitions had any thing unreasonable in them.
The night she parted with Miss Clare, she had helped Margaret to bed, as usual—and, after saying her prayers, as the custom was, kneeling by the old Lady's bed-side, kissed her Grandmother, and wished her a good night—Margaret blessed her, and charged her to go to bed directly. It was her customary injunction, and Rosamund had never dreamed of disobeying.
So she retired to her little room. The night was warm and clear—the moon very bright—her window commanded a view of scenes she had ​been tracing in the day-time with Miss Clare.
All the events of the day past, the occurrences of their walk, arose in her mind. She fancied she should like to retrace those scenes—but it was now nine o'clock, a late hour in the village.
Still she fancied it would be very charming—and then her Grandmother's injunction came powerfully to her recollection—she sighed, and turned from the window—and walked up and down her little room.
Ever, when he looked at the window, the wish returned. It was not so very late. The neighbours ​were yet about, passing under the window to their homes—she thought, and thought again, till her sensations became vivid, even to painfulness—her bosom was aching to give them vent.
The village clock struck ten!—the neighbours ceased to pass under the window. Rosamund, stealing down stairs, fastened the latch behind her, and left the cottage.
One, that knew her, met her, and observed her with some surprize. Another recollects having wished her a good night. Rosamund never returned to the cottage!
​An old man, that lay sick in a small house adjoining to Margaret's, testified the next morning, that he had plainly heard the old creature calling for her Grandaughter. All the night long she made her moan, and ceased not to call upon the name of Rosamund. But no Rosamund was there—the voice died away, but not till near day-break.
When the neighbours came to search in the morning, Margaret was missing! She had straggled out of bed, and made her way into Rosamund's room—worn out with fatigue and fright, when she found the girl not there, she had laid herself down to die—and, it is thought, she ​died praying—for she was discovered in a kneeling posture, her arms and face extended on the pillow, where Rosamund had slept the night before—a smile was on her face in death.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 34

HYMN 34.
Glory be to God on high, God, whose glory fills the sky. Peace on earth, and man forgiv'n, Man the well-beloved of Heaven. Hail, by all Thy works ador'd! Hail, the everlasting Lord! All Thy glories we confess, Infinite and numberless.
​Holy Spirit, Thee we own; Thee, O Christ, the only Son! Lamb of God for sinners slain, Saviour of offending men. Praise the Name of God most High; Praise Him, all below the sky; Praise Him, all ye heav'nly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 36

HYMN 36.
Gracious spirit, love divine Let Thy light around us shine; ​All our guilty fears remove, Fill us with Thy peace and love.
Pardon to the contrite give; Bid the wounded sinner live; Lead us to the Lamb of God; Wash us in His precious blood.
Earnest Thou of hea'vnly rest, Comfort ev'ry troubled breast; Life and joy and peace impart, Sanctifying ev'ry heart.
Guardian Spirit, lest we stray, Keep us in the heav'nly way; Bring us to Thy courts above, Realms of light and endless love.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 32

HYMN 32.
Give to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are in His ways; Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat His mercies in your song.
He built the earth, He spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high; Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat His mercies in your song.
He sent His Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave! Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat His mercies in your song.
​Through this vain world He guides our feet, And leads us to His Heav'nly seat; Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat His mercies in your song.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 33

HYMN 33.
Glory to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, o keep me, King of Kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
O let my soul on Thee repose; And may sweet sleep my eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make, To serve my God when I awake.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 37

HYMN 37.
Great God! what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds! the graves restore The dead, wbich they contained before! Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding; No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
​O Jesu, friend to fallen man, To me impart Thy merit; Forgive my sin, wash out its stain, By Thine Almighty spirit; The trumpet sounds, the Judge is near, But Thou my soul, devoid of fear, Shall rise with joy to meet Him.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 31

HYMN 31.
From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Java's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
​Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learn'd Messiah's Name.
Waft, waft, ye winds His story, And you, ye waters roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till, o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign!
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 35

HYMN 35.
God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of Thy face; Shine upon us, Saviour shine, Fill Thy church with light divine; And Thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end.
Let the people praise Thee, Lord; Be by all that live adored; Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Saviour King; At Thy feet their tribute pay, And Thy holy will obey.
Let the people praise Thee, Lord; Be by all that live ador'd; God to man His blessing give, Man to God devoted live; All below, and all above, One in joy, and light, and love.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 38

HYMN 38.
Great King of nations hear our prayer, While at Thy feet we fall, And humbly with united cry, To Thee for mercy call.
The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine, O turn us not away, But hear us from Thy lofty throne, And help us when we pray.
With one consent we meekly bow Beneath Thy chastening hand, And, pouring forth confession meet; Mourn with our mourning land.
With pitying eye behold our need, As thus we lift our prayer, "Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, Then let Thy mercy spare."
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 39

HYMN 39.
Great Shepherd of Thy people hear Thy presence now display; As Thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray.
​Shew us some token of Thy love Our feeble hope to raise; And pour Thy blessing from above, That we may render praise.
Within these walls let holy peace, And love and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal.
O may the gospel's joyful sound, Enforced by grace divine, Awaken many sinners round, And bend their wills to Thine.