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# The New Penelope/To Mrs. —

TO MRS. ——.
I cannot find the meaning out That lies in wrong and pain and strife; I know not why we grope through grief, Tear-blind, to touch the higher life.
I see the world so subtly fair, My heart with beauty often aches; But ere I quiet this sweet pain, Some cross so presses, the heart breaks.
To-day, this lovely golden day, When heaven and earth are steeped in calm; When every lightest air that blows, Sheds its delicious freight of balm.
​If I but ope my lips, I sob; If but an eyelid lift, I weep; I deprecate all good or ill, And only wish for endless sleep.
For who, I ask, has set my feet In all these dark and troubled ways? And who denies my soul's desire, When with its might it cries and prays?
In my unconscious veins there runs Perchance, some old ancestral taint; In Eve I sinned: poor Eve and I! We each may utter one complaint:—
One and the same—for knowledge came Too late to save her paradise; And I my paradise have lost; Forsooth because I am not wise.
O vain traditions! small the aid We women gather from your lore: Why, when the world was lost, did death Not come our children's birth before?
It had been better to have died, Sole prey of death, and ended so; Than to have dragged through endless time, One long, unbroken trail of woe.
To suffer, yet not expiate; To die at last, yet not atone; To mourn our heirship to a guilt, Erased by innocent blood alone!
You lift your hands in shocked surprise; You say enough I have not prayed: Can prayer go back through centuries, And change the web of fate one braid?
​Nay, own the truth, and say that we Are but the bonded slaves of doom; Unconscious to the cradle came, Unwilling must go to the tomb.
Your woman's hands are void of help, Though my soul should be stung to death; Could I avert one pang from you, Imploring with my latest breath?
And men!—we suffer any wrong That men, or mad, or blind, may do;— Let me alone in my despair! There is no help for me or you.
I wait to find the meaning out That lies beyond the bitter end; Comfort yourself with 'wearying heaven, I ask no comfort, oh my friend!
# The New Penelope/Verses for M—

VERSES FOR M——.
The river on the east Ripples its azure flood within my sight; And, darting from the west, Are "sunset arrows," feathered with red light. The northern breeze has hung His wintry harp upon some giant pine; ​And the pale stars among, I see the star I love to name as mine: But toward the south I turn my eager eyes— Beyond its flushed horizon my heart lies.
The snow-clad isles of ice, Launched by wild Boreas from a northern shore, Journey the way my eyes Turn with an envious longing evermore— Smiling back to the sky Its own pink blush, and, floating out of sight, Bear south the softest dye Of northern heavens, to fade in southern night:— My eyes but look the way my joys are gone, And the ice-islands travel not alone.
The untrod fields of snow, Glow with the rosy blush of parting day; And fancy asks if so The snow is stained with sunset far away; And if some face, like mine, Its forehead pressed against the window-pane, Peers northward, with the shine Of the pole-star reflected in eyes' rain: "Ah yes," my heart says, "it is surely so;" And, like a bound bird, flutters hard to go.
Sad eyes, that, blurred with tears, Gaze into darkness, gaze no more in vain Whence no loved face appears, And no voice comes to lull the heart's fond pain! Sad heart! restrain thy throbs, For beauty, like a presence out of heaven, Rests over all, and robs Sorrow of pain, and makes earth seem forgiven:— Twilight the fair eve ushers in with grace, And rose clouds melt for stars to take their place.
# The New Penelope/Waiting

WAITING.
I cannot wean my wayward heart from waiting, Though the steps watched for never come anear; The wearying want clings to it unabating— The fruitless wish for presences once dear.
No fairer eve e'er blessed a poet's vision; No softer airs e'er kissed a fevered brow; No scene more truly could be called Elysian, Than this which holds my gaze enchanted now.
And yet I pine;—this beautiful completeness Is incomplete, to my desiring heart; 'Tis Beauty's form, without her soul of sweetness— The pure, but chiseled loveliness of art.
There is no longer pleasure in emotion. I envy those dead souls no touch can thrill; Who—"painted ships upon a painted ocean,"— Seem to be moved, yet are forever still.
Where are they fled?—they whose delightful voices, Whose very footsteps had a charmed fall: No more, no more their sound my heart rejoices: Change, death, and distance part me now from all.
​And this fair evening, with remembrance teeming, Pierces my soul with every sharp regret; The sweetest beauty saddens to my seeming, Since all that's fair forbids me to forget.
Eyes that have gazed upon yon silver crescent, 'Till filled with light, then turned to gaze in mine, Lips that could clothe a fancy evanescent, In words whose magic thrilled the brain like wine:
Hands that have wreathed June's roses in my tresses, And gathered violets to deck my breast, Where are ye now? I miss your dear caresses— I miss the lips, the eyes, that made me blest.
Lonely I sit and watch the fitful burning Of prairie fires, far off, through gathering gloom; While the young moon, and one bright star returning Down the blue solitude, leave Night their room.
Gone is the glimmer of the silent river; Hushed is the wind that sped the leaves to-day; Alone through silence falls the crystal shiver Of the sweet starlight, on its earthward way.
And yet I wait, how vainly! for a token— A sigh, a touch, a whisper from the past; Alas, I listen for a word unspoken, And wail for arms that have embraced their last.
I wish no more, as once I wished, each feeling To grow immortal in my happy breast; Since not to feel will leave no wounds for healing— The pulse that thrills not has no need of rest.
As the conviction sinks into my spirit That my quick heart is doomed to death in life; Or that these pangs must pierce and never sear it, I am abandoned to despairing strife.
​To the lost life, alas! no more returning— In this to come no semblance of the past— Only to wait!—hoping this ceaseless yearning May, 'ere long, end—and rest may come at last.
# The New Penelope/What the Sea Said to Me

WHAT THE SEA SAID TO ME.
One evening as I sat beside the sea, A little rippling wave stole up to me, And whispered softly, yet impressively, The word Eternity: I smiled, that anything so small should utter, A word the ocean in its wrath might mutter; And with a mirthful fancy, vainly strove, To suit its cadence to some word of love— But all the little wave would say to me, Was, over and again, Eternity!
After a time, the winds, from their dark caves, Arose, and wrestled with the swelling waves, Shrieking as doth a madman when he raves; Yet still Eternity Was spoken audibly unto my hearing; While foaming billows, their huge crests up-rearing, Rushed with a furious force upon the shore, That only answered with a sullen roar; As if it hoarsely echoed what the sea Said with such emphasis—Eternity!
And by and by, the sky grew dun and dim; Soon all was darkness, save the foam's white gleam; And all was silence save the sea's deep hymn— That hymn Eternity: ​While some dread presence, all the darkness filling, Crept round my heart, its healthy pulses chilling; Making the night, so awful unto me, More fearful with that word Eternity.
So that my spirit, trembling and afraid, Bowed down itself before its God, and prayed For His strong arm of terror to be stayed; And sighed Eternity From its white lips, as the dark sea, subsiding, Sank into broken murmurs; and the gliding Of the soothed waters seemed once more to me The whisper I first heard, Eternity.
But now I mocked not what the ripple said: I only reverently bent my head, While the pure stars, unveiled, their lustre shed Upon the peaceful sea— And the mild moon, with a majestic motion, Uprose, and shed upon the murmuring ocean, Her calm and radiant glory, as if she Knew it the symbol of Eternity.
# The New Penelope/The Vine

THE VINE.
"Too many clusters weaken the vine"— And that is why, on this morn in May, She who should walk doth weakly recline By the window whose view overlooks the Bay; While I and the "clusters" dance in the sun, Defying the breeze coming in from the sea, Mocking the bird-song and chasing the bee, Letting our fullness of mirth over-run, While the "Vine" at the window smiles down on our glee.
If I should vow that these "clusters" are fair, So, you would say, are a million more; Ah, even jewels a rank must share— Not every diamond's a Koh-i-noor! Thus when our Lillian, needing but wings, Plays us the queen of the fairies, we deem Grace such as hers a bewildering dream— Her laughter, her gestures, a dozen things, Furnish our worshiping fondness a theme.
Or when our Alice, scarcely less tall, And none the less fair, tries her slim baby feet, Or a new has lisped, to the pride of us all, Smiling, we cry, "was aught ever so sweet?" Even wee Bertha, turning her eyes, Searching and slow from one face to another— Wrinkling her brow in a comic surprise, And winking so soberly at her pale mother, For a baby, is wondrously pretty and wise!
Well, let the "vine" recline in the sun— Three such rare "clusters" in three short years, Have sapped the red wine in her veins that should run— ​For the choicest of species the gardener fears! Lillian, queen of the lilies shall be, Fair, tall and graceful—queenly in will; Alice a Provence rose—rarely sweet she; Bertha Narcissa—white daffodil— And the "vine," once more strong, shall entwine around the three!
# The New Student's Reference Work/Furniture-Manufacture

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​Furniture-Manufacture. This industry at the present day flourishes more in America than elsewhere. There is, however, no special form or style of furniture recognised as more correct than another. Steam was first applied to the making of furniture in 1815. Several historic styles are still followed in furnituremaking, including the light Chippendale, the heavy mahogany, the elaborate rococo, the severe Gothic and the Spanish-mission style. By 1850 most ordinary furniture was machine-made, for scrolls and ornaments could be readily and cheaply wrought into it by the machines. The best cabinets, however, continued to be made by hand. The great centers of the furniture-industry in the United States are New York, Chicago and Grand Rapids, Mich.; but six other cities in the United States produce furniture to the value of over $2,000,000 yearly. In respect of design America is responsible for many useful contrivances in the manufacture of furniture, including principally folding-beds and rocking-chairs. But lovers of artistic furniture complain that the use of machinery has led to the sacrifice of good taste to economy of production. The recent extension of the teaching of woodwork in American schools is likely to elevate the standard of taste and workmanship in the furniture-manufacture.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fruit

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​Fruit. When seeds are formed, contiguous parts become more or less modified, and the resulting structure is called a fruit. The parts involved in a fruit vary widely in different plants. Sometimes only the ovary is involved, as in the bean-pod; sometimes the cup-like part of the flower which bears the floral leaves is included, as in the apple; sometimes the very much enlarged receptacle is included, as in the strawberry; while in the pineapple the fruit is the whole flower-cluster, with its axis, bracts, flowers and all. Fruits may be roughly classified in two groups: (1) those which ripen dry and (2) those which ripen fleshy. The dry fruits are further divided into those which dehisce, that is, open in some way to discharge the seeds, and those which do not dehisce, the fruit being carried away with the seed. Among dry fruits which do not dehisce are the akene (sometimes spelled achene), in which a single seed is so closely invested by the ovary as to make a seed-like fruit, as in the sunflower, dandelion, strawberry pits etc.; and the characteristic grain of wheat, corn and other cereals. Among dry fruits which dehisce, called in general pods, are the follicle, a single ripened carpel which splits down one side, as in the peony; the legume (generally called pod), a single ripened carpel which splits into two parts (valves), as in the pea and bean; the capsule, a ripened pistil of several carpels which opens in various ways, as in the hollyhock and violet; the silique, the peculiar pod of the mustard family, with a false partition; the silicle, a short silique; the pyxis, a capsule which opens by a lid, as in the twin-leaf (Jeffersonia). The fleshy fruits do not dehisce, and among them are the berry which is pulpy throughout and with a thin rind, as the grape, currant, tomato etc.; the drupe or stone fruit, in which the ovary wall develops an outer fleshy part and an inner bony part (stone), the seed being the kernel, as the peach, cherry, plum etc.; the drupelet, a small drupe, as the grains of the blackberry, raspberry etc.; the pome, in which certain flower-parts outside the ovary; form the flesh, as the apple, pear etc., the ripened ovary being the core.
VARIOUS FORMS OF DRY, DEHISCENT FRUIT
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fuegians

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​Fuegians (fū̇-ē′jĭ-an), or inhabitants of Tierra del Fuego are an interesting race, having a language or, rather, several languages different from all other known tongues. Several tribes are to be distinguished among them, including the Ona in the northwest, the Aliculuf in the center and the almost extinct Yahgans. All these tribes are ill-clothed and sheltered, yet skilled in basketry and in the making of weapons and canoes. It is likely that they will before long be extinct, for the owners and herdsmen of sheep are making sad havoc among them.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fuller, Sarah Margaret

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​Fuller, Sarah Margaret, Marchioness Ossoli, an American author, was born at Cambridgeport, Mass., May 23, 1810. After the death of her father, a lawyer and congressman, she supported herself for some time by teaching. Later on, in Boston, she edited The Dial. In 1844 she wrote Women in the Nineteenth Century, and in the same year, at the invitation of Horace Greeley, she went to New York and contributed articles to The Tribune, which were afterwards collected as Papers on Literature and Art. She afterwards went to Europe, and in 1847 met at Rome the Marquis Ossoli, to whom she was soon after married. She entered with enthusiasm into the struggle for Italian independence. In 1849, during the siege of Rome, she took charge of a hospital; and, on the capture of the city by the French, she and her husband and their child, after a period of hiding, set sail for America in 1850. The vessel was driven on Fire Island, near New York, by a violent gale in the early morning of July 16; the child's body was found on the beach; but nothing was ever seen afterward of Margaret Fuller or her husband. See Life by T. W. Higginson.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Froude, James Anthony

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* JAMES A. FROUDE
Froude (fro͞od), James Anthony, an English historian, was born at Dartington, Devonshire, April 23, 1818. His early literary work appeared largely as contributions to magazines; but in 1856 appeared the first volumes of his History of England from the Fall of Wolsey to the Defeat of the Spanish Armada. Later on he published four volumes of brilliant essays entitled Short Studies on Great Subjects. Among more recent works are a sketch of Julius Cæsar and Oceana, the latter an account of a voyage to Australia and some of the Pacific islands. In 1873-74 appeared The English in Ireland in the Eighteenth Century. Froude was for some years rector of St. Andrew's University and editor of Fraser's Magazine. In 1892 he was appointed regius professor of history at Oxford. Froude had fine literary ability, and in the art of making history as fascinating as fiction Macaulay is his only rival; but he lacked the critical fairness and accuracy of modern historians, a fault which greatly impairs the permanent value of his works. He died on Oct. 20, 1894.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fry, Elizabeth

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​Fry, Elizabeth, was born on May 21, 1780, near Norfolk, the daughter of John Gurney, a banker. She had no deep religious opinions until, at 18, a sermon she heard in the Friends' meeting-house turned her thoughts in that direction. She began working among the poor, and founded a school for poor children, which she managed entirely herself, even when the number of scholars increased to more than 70. She married, and later became a preacher among the Friends. In 1813 she first saw the miserable condition of the 300 women, ​ ​with their children, in Newgate Prison, and her attention was turned to prison-reform. By her efforts a school and manufactory were begun in the prison, an association formed to improve the prisoners and provide them with religious instruction, and a matron was appointed. Mrs. Fry visited prisons in different parts of Great Britain and on the European continent, everywhere effecting ameliorations. She died at Ramsgate, Oct. 12, 1845. See Life by Mrs. Pitman.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fugitive-Slave Laws, The

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​Fugitive-Slave Laws, The, were laws formerly in force in the United States to enable slave-owners to reclaim slaves who had escaped from them into another state. As slavery was a state affair, being recognized in some states and not in others, the logical outcome seemed to be that a slave ceased to be a slave when he entered a state in which slavery was not tolerated. This was true, unless one held strictly to the view that a slave was simply the private property of the owner, in which case the private property could be recovered through the intervention of Federal officials. On the assumption that a slave was private property, the Fugitive-Slave bill of 1793 was passed, giving the alleged owner the right to seize a person whom he could prove, before judge or local magistrate, to be his fugitive slave, and remove him to his own state. This law was much abused by kidnappers of free negroes, since a negro so seized was practically at the mercy of one who was willing to swear that he was his escaped slave, and the alleged slave was debarred from the right to demand a writ of habeas-corpus or a trial by jury.
Meanwhile states prohibiting slavery in some instances passed laws with a view to nullifying the laws permitting slave-extradition in this fashion, on the ground that state laws were here supreme. This led to much agitation on the part of slaveowners, and led to the passing of the Federal law of 1850 which denied the right of a slave to a writ of habeas-corpus or a trial by jury, and placed the enforcement of the law entirely in the hands of the officials of the Federal government. This second fugitive-slave law was repealed in 1864.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Fuller, Melville Weston

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* MELVILLE W. FULLER
Fuller, Melville Weston, chief-justice of the supreme court of the United States, was born at Augusta, Me., Feb. 11, 1833, and graduated from Bowdoin College and Harvard Law School. In 1855 he was admitted to the bar and practiced for a time at Augusta, Me., but removed to Chicago and pursued his profession there until 1888, when he took the oath of office as chief-justice, the post being offered him by President Cleveland. In the sixties he was a member of the Illinois state legislature, and was repeatedly delegate to the Democratic national conventions. Bowdoin College, Northwestern University and Harvard each conferred upon him the honorary degree of LL.D. He died July 4, 1911.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Furs

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​Furs. The history of the development of Canada, of the earlier struggles between the French and English for possession, of the opening of the northwest, which is still going on, and of exploration is largely the history of the fur-trade. Though the pursuit of fur-bearing animals has long ceased to be one of the principal industries of Canada, it in 1906 exported no less than $2,464,337 in furs alone. See Hudson Bay Company.
# The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake

Second book in the Outdoor Girls series
The Outdoor Girls
at Rainbow Lake
OR
THE STIRRING CRUISE OF THE MOTOR BOAT GEM
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of "The Outdoor Girls of Deepdale," "The Outdoor Girls in a Motor Car," "The Bobbsey Twins," "The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore," etc.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
PRINCE JUMPED NERVOUSLY AND SHIED TO ONE SIDE.
Books for Girls
By LAURA LEE HOPE
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Price per volume, 50 cents, postpaid.
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP
THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS For Little Men and Women
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE
THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
Copyright, 1913, by Grosset & Dunlap.
The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | CHAPTER | PAGE |
| I | A Grand Surprise | 1 |
| II | After the Papers | 11 |
| III | The Runaway | 22 |
| IV | The Missing Documents | 31 |
| V | The Gem | 40 |
| VI | Ready for a Cruise | 51 |
| VII | Stowaways | 60 |
| VIII | A Hint of Ghosts | 72 |
| IX | Off on a Trip | 81 |
| X | Adrift | 89 |
| XI | In Danger | 99 |
| XII | At Rainbow Lake | 106 |
| XIII | Crackers and Olives | 115 |
| XIV | The Regatta | 127 |
| XV | The Race | 139 |
| XVI | Fighting Fire | 148 |
| XVII | On Elm Island | 158 |
| XVIII | In Camp | 166 |
| XIX | A Queer Disturbance | 172 |
| XX | The Storm | 179 ​ |
| XXI | The Ghost | 188 |
| XXII | What Mollie Found | 193 |
| XXIII | Setting a Trap | 196 |
| XXIV | The Ghost Caught | 204 |
| XXV | The Missing Saddle | 208 |
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Portland, Isle of

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​ Portland, Isle of, a rocky island or peninsula in Dorsetshire, England, connected with the mainland by a long, narrow ridge called Chisel Bank. It is four and a half miles long, one and a half wide and nine to ten in circumference. The coast is rough and precipitous, the only landing place being on the north, opposite Weymouth. From its highest point the Verne (495 feet) presents an almost unbroken slope to Portland Bill, the southern extremity, where stand two lighthouses, showing fixed lights 210 and 136 feet above the sea. Between this point and the Shambles is a dangerous reef three miles southeast, while a surf, called the Portland Race, is raised by the impetuous tides. By the construction of a magnificent break-water over two miles in length, the building of which occupied twenty-three years, a harbor of refuge has been formed, affording anchorage for a large fleet of vessels. Population 11,000.