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# The Writings of Prosper Mérimée/Volume 1/Arsène Guillot/Chapter 4
### IV

Well, madam, you tell me that my story is finished, and you do not wish to hear more. I would have believed that you would be curious to know whether M. de Salligny made the voyage to Greece or not; if—but it is late, you have had enough. Very well! At least refrain from rash judgments, I protest that I have said nothing to authorise you to indulge in them.
Above all, do not doubt that my story is true. You do doubt it? Go to Père-Lachaise: twenty paces to the left of the tomb of General Foy, you will find a simple stone, surrounded with flowers always well kept. Upon the stone you can read the name of my heroine graven in large characters: ARSÈNE GUILLOT, and, by bending over that tomb, you will discover, if the rain has not already effaced it, a line traced with a pencil, in very fine writing: "Poor Arsène! she prays for us."
# The Writings of Prosper Mérimée/Volume 1/Carmen

Carmen is a novella by Prosper Mérimée, written and first published in 1845. It has been adapted into a number of dramatic works, including the famous opera of the same name by Georges Bizet.Warning: template has been deprecated.
CARMEN
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 15/Journal to Stella – Letter 45

LETTER XLV.
London, April 24, 1712.
I HAD yours two or three days ago. I can hardly answer it now. Since my last I have been extremely ill. 'Tis this day just a month since I felt the pain on the tip of my left shoulder which grew worse, and spread for six days; then broke all out by my collar, and left side of my neck in monstrous red spots inflamed, and these grew to small pimples. For four days I had no rest, nor nights, for a pain in my neck; then I grew a little better; afterward, where my pains were, a cruel inching seized me, beyond whatever I could imagine, and kept me awake several nights. I rubbed it vehemently, but did not scratch it: then it grew into three or four great sores like blisters, and run; at last I advised the doctor to use it like a blister, so I did with melilot plasters, which still run: and am now in pain enough, but am daily mending. I kept my chamber a fortnight, then went out a day or two, but confined myself two days ago. I went to a neighbour to dine, but yesterday again kept at home. To day I will venture abroad, and hope to be well in a week or ten days. I never suffered so much in my life. I have taken my breeches in above two inches, so I am leaner, which answers one question in your letter. The weather is mighty fine. I write in the morning because I am better then. I will go try to walk a little. I will give DD's certificate to Tooke to morrow. Farewell, MD, &c.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to Martha Whiteway - 13

TO MRS. WHITEWAY.
WE were undone for want of your answer, and thought that Mr. Rochfort was at his country seat, to whom I directed mine, as he was a franker. Never any thing of so small a kind was so vexatious to me as this broken shin. If I had apprehended the consequences, I would not have stirred from Dublin until it was cured. It has prevented my walking and riding. An apothecary, the only doctor here, has it in care, and I cannot say I am better. But the surgeon of the barrack here, a friend to the doctor, has been with me this morning, saw the sore, and says it is in a good way; and that he will consult with the apothecary, and soon make me well. It smarts more to day than ever; but the surgeon said it was because some powder called precipitate (an like you) was put on this morning, to eat off the black skin in the middle of the sore. It digests every day, but I cannot digest it. I shall lose my health by sitting still, and my leg in a chair, like a Grattan in the gout. I wish I had staid at home, and you had been my surgeon. To say truth, this town and country are so disagreeable by nature and art, that I have no other temptation to ride or walk except that of health; our house, and shoes, and streets, are so perpetually and abominably dirty. Eight of the inhabitants came out to meet me a mile or two from town. The rest would have come but ​for some unexpected impediment. In some days after, I invited the principal men in town to sup with me at the best inn here. There were sixteen of them, and I came off rarely for about thirty shillings. They were all very modest and obliging. Wild fowl is cheap, and all very good, except the ducks, which, though far from sea, have a rank taste from the lakes. It is nothing to have a present of a dozen snipes, teal, woodcock, widgeon, duck, and mallard, &c. You would admire to see me at my endeavours to supply deanery conveniencies. The cursed turf is two hours kindling, and two minutes decaying. You are a little too jocose upon Mr. Harrison's countenance. I hope he has no return of illness, nor is more lean than I left him. He must borrow an hour more from his studies, and bestow it on exercise and mirth; otherwise he may be like the miser, who, by not affording himself victuals, died a dozen years the sooner, by which he lost many thousand pounds more than if he had fed upon pheasants, and drank burgundy every day. I must now repeat the commission I mentioned. The old woman, Kenrick, and Laud, must find out Shele the wine merchant: a carrier will go next week to the deanery, be taught to find out Shele with Kenrick. Shele must, as he promised, pack up 12 dozen of his claret which has been bottled three months already. This must be given to the carrier by Shele, and ready put up in some hampers as he will contrive. I hope Mr. Rochfort will be in town to send you this letter. I am ever yours, and my love to the girl and boys.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to Mr. Wallis - 5

TO THE REV. MR. WALLIS.
I AM extremely obliged to you for your kind intention in the purchase you mention; but it will not answer my design, because these lands are let in leases renewable for ever, and consequently can never have the rent raised; which is mortal to all estates left for ever to a publick use, and is contrary to a fundamental maxim of mine; and most corporations feel the smart of it.
I have been here several months, to amuse me in my disorders of giddiness and deafness, of which I have frequent returns — and I shall hardly return to Dublin till Christmas.
I am truly grieved at your great loss. Such misfortunes seem to break the whole scheme of man's life; and although time may lessen sorrow, yet it ​cannot hinder a man from feeling the want of so near a companion, nor hardly supply it with another. I wish you health and happiness, and that the pledge left you may prove a comfort. I am, with great sincerity, your most obliged and most humble servant,
JONATHAN SWIFT.
* ↑ The seat of sir Arthur Acheson, where the dean passed two summers. He had a farm near it, which was let to him by sir Arthur, and afterward called Drapier's hill, apparently from the poem, while Swift tenanted it.
* ↑ Accordingly, in his will, by which he devised his fortune to the building and endowing of an hospital for lunaticks, he restrained his executors from purchasing any lands that "were encumbered with leases for lives renewable."
* ↑ The death of Mrs. Wallis.
* ↑ Mr. Pope has so poetically expressed this idea, that we cannot resist the temptation of transcribing it: "I am sensibly obliged to you, in the comfort you endeavour to give me upon the loss of a friend. It is like the shower we have had this morning, that just makes the drooping trees hold up their heads, but they remain checked and withered at the root: the benediction is but a short relief, though it comes from Heaven itself. The loss of a friend is the loss of life; after that is gone from us, it is all but a gentle decay, and wasting and lingering a little longer." Letters to a Lady, p. 23.
* ↑ This sentiment, no doubt, came from the writer's heart. Stella, the incomparable Stella, was then no more!
* ↑ A son, afterward a barrister at law.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to John Barber - 8

TO JOHN BARBER, ESQ., ALDERMAN OF LONDON.
DUBLIN,
AT last doctor Squire is actually dead; he died upon the 14th day of this month, and now you have the opportunity of obliging me in giving Squire's living of Colrane to Mr. William Dunkin, who is an excellent scholar, and keeps a school in my neighbourhood; besides, he is a very fine poet. My friend Mr. Richardson can give you a better account of him. It is true, Mr. Dunkin is a married man; however that is of no great moment, and in the northern country of Ireland, although it be the best inhabited part of the kingdom, a wife will be convenient. Yet we two old bachelors (I own I am your senior) could never consent to take so good example, by endeavouring to multiply the world. I heartily thank you for your civilities to young Swift. It seems he is a relation of mine. And there is one Mrs. Whiteway, a widow, the only cousin of my family for whom I have any sort of friendship; it was she prevailed with me to introduce the young man to you. He is a younger brother, and his portion is only 100l. a year English. You will oblige me if you can bear seeing him once a quarter, at his lodging near the Temple, where he designs to study the law; and so I have done with ever troubling you, my dear friend. Where is Mr. Lewis? Some months ago he writ to ​ me with many complaints of his ill health, and the effect of old age, in both which I can overmatch you and him, beside my giddy head, deafness, and forgetfulness into the bargain. I hear our friend lord Bolingbroke has sold Dawley; I wish you could tell me in what condition he is, both as to health and fortune; and where his lady lives, and how they agree. If you visit my lord and lady Oxford and their daughter, who is now as I hear a duchess, or any other friend of ours, let them have the offers of my humble service. May you, my most dear friend, preserve your health, and live as long as you desire! I am ever, with the greatest truth and esteem, your most obedient humble servant, and entire friend,
JONATH. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to Theophilus Bolton - 1

TO THE ARCHBISHOP OF CASHEL.
THE bearer, Mr. Faulkner, our famous printer, goes in an hour to see Kilkenny and Cashel, to gather up his country debts. Ten to one your grace may owe him a dozen shillings, and your town coffeehouse (if you have one) a dozen more. But his pretences to me for writing, are the honour of being admitted to your grace by a line in my hand. I am not in fear of his shaming me as others have done; however, I would not have you leave your manuscripts scattered about your room, for he would be terribly tempted to beg them, and return them back next winter in four volumes, as he served me; although I never let him touch or see one. He has the name of an honest man, and has good sense and behaviour. I have ordered him to mark narrowly whatever you are doing, as a prelate, an architect, a country gentleman, a politician, and an improver; and to bring me a faithful account when he returns; but chiefly about your health, and what exercise you ​ make use of to increase or preserve it. But he is in haste to be gone, and I am forced to conclude.
I am, with the greatest respect, My lord, your grace's Most obedient humble servant, J. SWIFT
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to John Barber - 7

TO JOHN BARBER, ESQ., ALDERMAN OF LONDON.
DUBLIN,
THE young gentleman who delivers you this, lies under one great disadvantage, that he is one of my relations, and those are of all mortals what I despise and hate, except one Mrs. Whiteway and her daughter. You must understand that the mother has the insolence to say, that you have heard of her and know her character. She is a perfect Irish teague born in Cheshire, and lived, as I remember, at Warrington. The young gentleman who waits upon you, has a very good countenance, has been entered three years at the Temple (as it is the usual custom), but I think was never yet in England, nor does he know any one person there. However, as it is easy to find you, who are so well known and so much esteemed, he will attend you with this letter, and you will please to instruct him in the usual methods of entering himself in the Temple. He is a younger brother, but has an estate of a hundred pounds a year, which will make shift to support him, in a frugal way. He is also a very good person of a man, and Mrs. Whiteway says he has a virtuous disposition. My disorders of deafness, forgetfulness, and other ailments, added to a dead weight of 70 years, make me weary of life. But my comfort is, that in you I find your vigour and health increase. ​Pray God continue both to you. I am, my dear friend, with very great esteem and affection, your most obedient and most humble servant,
J. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to Mr. Gibson - 1

TO MR. GIBSON.
I DESIRE you will give my hearty thanks to Mr. Richardson for the fine present he has made me; and I thank you for your care in sending it me in so good a condition. I have invited several friends to dine upon it with me to morrow, when we will drink his health. He has done every thing in the genteelest manner, and I am much obliged to him. I am your friend and servant,
J. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/Letter from Jonathan Swift to John Barber - 6

TO THE SAME.
DUBLIN, MARCH 31, 1738.
MY DEAR GOOD OLD FRIEND IN THE BEST AND WORST TIMES.
MR. Richardson is come to town, and stays only for a wind to take shipping for Chester, from whence he will hasten to attend you as his governor in London. I have told you that he is a very discreet, prudent gentleman, and I believe your society can never have a better for the station he is in. I shall see him some time to day or to morrow morning, and shall desire, with all his modesty, that he press you to write me a long letter, if your health will permit; which I believe is better than mine, for I have a constant giddiness in my head, and what is more vexatious, as constant a deafness. ​I forget every thing but old friendship and old opinions. I did desire you, that you would at your leisure visit the few friends I have left, I mean those of them with whom you have any acquaintance, as my lord and lady Oxford, my lord Bathurst, the countess of Granville, my lord and lady Carteret, my lady Worsley, my dear friend Mr. Pope, and Mr. Lewis, who always loved both you and me. My lord Masham, and some others, have quite dropped and forgot me. Is lord Masham's son good for any thing? I did never like his disposition or education. Have you quite forgot your frequent promises of coming over hither, and pass a summer in attending your government in Derry and Colrane, as well as your visitation at the deanery? the last must be for half the months of your stay. Let me know what is become of my lord Bolingbroke — how and where he lives, and whether you ever expect he will come home. Here has run about a report, that the duke of Ormond has an intention, and some countenance, to come from his banishment, which I would be extremely glad to find confirmed. That glorious exile has suffered more for his virtues, than ever the greatest villain did from the cruellest tyrant. I desire and insist that Mr. Dunkin may have the church living upon doctor Squire's decease, who I am still assured cannot long hold out, and I take it for granted, that Mr. Richardson will have no objection against him. God preserve and bless you, my dear friend. I am ever, with true esteem and friendship,
You most obedient humble servant,
J. SWIFT.
# The Victoria History of the County of Lincoln/Fox Hunting: Introduction

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FOX-HUNTING
LINCOLNSHIRE is well provided with packs of foxhounds; except in the north-west, which is given over very largely to the preservation of game, and in the south-east, where the unjumpable drains forbid the chase, very little of the county is unhunted. The territory of the Earl of Yarborough stretches from the Humber to a line drawn from Gainsborough to Louth, and up the canal to the North Sea, while the River Trent forms its western limit. The eastern side of the county is hunted by the Southwold, whose boundaries extend from those of Lord Yarborough's country to an imaginary line drawn from Wainfleet to Billinghay and thence northward till the Brocklesby country is reached again. The old Burton country used to extend from Lord Yarborough's boundary to Newark, and so across to meet the Southwold at Billinghay; but that portion below an imaginary line drawn across the country just below Lincoln has been hunted by the Blankney since the year 1871. Below the Blankney comes the Belvoir, whose eastern limits extend to the sea, though they practically go no further than the Forty-foot drain, beyond which lie the unhuntable Fens. The Cottesmore hunt the extreme south-westerly corner. In 1904 a small area on the east coast was lent to Mr. W. A. Ewbank, of Fulstow Hall, by the respective masters of the Brocklesby and the Southwold. There are few coverts in Mr. Ewbank's country, but a great many foxes lie out in hedgerows and stick-heaps and provide sport for the marsh farmers. The Marquess of Exeter hunts two days a week in the neighbourhood of Burghley House, Stamford, by permission of the Hon. G. C. W. Fitzwilliam, and has occasional invitation meets in the Cottesmore and Belvoir territories.
# The Victoria History of the County of Lincoln/Athletics

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ATHLETICS
The most important athletic gathering in the county is that held annually on the last Saturday in August, under the auspices of the Lincoln City Football Club. This meeting has been established for nearly thirty years; in point of entries it holds a position almost unique among athletic meetings. In the year 1903 for six open events there were 354 entries; in 1904 388 entries were received for the same competitions, and in 1905 the number had increased to 416. These figures represent the numbers of candidates in the foot-racing events alone. Adding the entries for the cycling and local races the grand total for the three years is 2,523. In 1905 the enormous entry necessitated the running of the twelve events in seventy-seven heats. The races then took place on a turf track 342½ yards to the lap, yet the racing was so well managed that the twelve events occupied only three hours and fifty-one minutes. A still older sports meeting—for it has been in existence for thirty-two years—and one which in Lincolnshire takes a very high position, and is always well supported, is that conjointly held by the local cricket and athletic clubs on the August Bank-holiday at Spalding. All the events at this meeting are handicaps, but the large entries invariably include the names of many of the best-known athletes. At Lincoln on Whit Monday, in recent years, an athletic meeting has been arranged by the committee in connexion with the Unionist Demonstration. Other meetings in the county are those of Washingborough, generally held at the end of July or the beginning of August; Grimsby, where the proceeds are devoted to charitable purposes; Sleaford, organized by some friendly societies; Saltfleet, where, although the meeting is under the management of a horse-show committee, open athletic events are included in the programme; Scunthorpe, also under horse-show committee management, with open foot-races; Cleethorpe, of relatively recent origin; Heckington, a meeting annually promoted by two old athletes; Saxilby; and Woodhall Spa. Small meetings of less importance are held at various villages, and a few gatherings which are not under the laws of the Amateur Athletic Association. Meetings of the unregistered class, however, are rapidly dying out, and, while athletic meetings in Lincolnshire are numerous and important, there are not many athletic clubs, and these, with a few exceptions, have but a small membership.
# The Victoria History of the County of Lincoln/Harriers and Beagles

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HARRIERS AND BEAGLES
There are now no harriers in Lincolnshire. Both the Hon. G. Pelham and Mr. W. Wright of Wold Newton kept harriers in the last century, and Major Allott has a pack of beagles kennelled at Louth, which provides excellent sport in the neighbourhood and attracts a large field. The master hunts them himself, and the honorary whipper-in, Mr. E. H. Cartwright, carries the horn in his absence.
# Tom Swift and His Giant Telescope

Volume 39 in the first Tom Swift series
* The New Project
* Suspicions
* An Accident
* A Murderous Attempt
* In Peril
* Tom Drugged!
* Deep Sea Diving
* Trapped By a Sea Monster
* A Robber
* Success!
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 8/An Inscription Intended For a Compartment in Dr. Swift's Monument

AN INSCRIPTION
INTENDED FOR A COMPARTMENT IN DR. SWIFT'S MONUMENT, DESIGNED BY CUNNINGHAM, ON COLLEGE GREEN, DUBLIN.
SAY, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame, What added honours can the sculptor give? None. — 'Tis a sanction from the Drapier's name Must bid the sculptor and his marble live.
June 4, 1765.