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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CLX Joe

CLX
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
1502 JONES STREET,
SAN FRANCISCO,
7th March, 1900.
DEAR JOE,
I learn from Mrs. Bull's letter that you are in Cambridge.
I also learn from Miss Helen that you did not get the stories sent on to you. I am sorry. Margot has copies she may give you. I am so so in health. No money. Hard work. No result. Worse than Los Angeles.
They come in crowds when the lecture is free — when there is payment, they don't. That's all. I have a relapse — for some days — and am feeling very bad. I think lecturing every night is the cause. I hope to do something in Oakland at least to work out my passage to New York, where I mean to work for my passage to India. I may go to London if I make money here to pay a few months' lodging there.
Will you send me our General's address? Even the name slips from memory now!
Good-bye. May see you in Paris, may not. Lord bless you, you have done for me more than I ever deserve.
With infinite love and gratitude,
Yours,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CLXXXVI Joe

CLXXXVI
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
102 E. 58TH STREET,
NEW YORK,
24th July, 1900.
DEAR JOE,
The sun = Knowledge. The stormy water = Work. The lotus = Love. The serpent = Yoga. The swan = the Self. The Motto = May the Swan (the Supreme Self) send us that. It is the mind-lake. (This explains the design on the Ramakrishna Math and Mission seal, printed on the title page of this volume — Ed.) How do you like it? May the Swan fill you with all these anyway.
I am to start on Thursday next, by the French steamer La Champagne. The books are in the hands of Waldo and Whitmarsh. They are nearly ready.
I am well, getting better — and all right till I see you next week.
Ever yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CV Haripada

CV
(Translated from Bengali)
To Sri Haripada Mitra
SRINAGAR, KASHMIR,
1897.
DEAR HARIPADA,
My health has been very bad for the last nine months, and the heat made it still worse. So I have been wandering over the hills from place to place. Now I am in Kashmir. I have travelled far and wide, but I have never seen such a country. I shall soon leave for the Punjab and again go to work. From Sadananda I have heard all the news about you and continue to get it. I am sure to go to Karachi after visiting the Punjab. So we shall meet in person there.
With blessings,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CLXXXV Joe

CLXXXV
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
102 E. 58TH STREET,
NEW YORK,
20th July, 1900.
DEAR JOE,
Possibly before this reaches you I shall be in Europe, London or Paris as the chance of steamer comes.
I have straightened out my business here. The works are at Mr. Whitmarsh's suggestion in the hands of Miss Waldo.
I have to get the passage and sail. Mother knows the rest.
My intimate friend did not materialise yet and writes she will come some time in August, and she is dying to see a Hindu, and her soul is burning for Mother India.
I wrote her I may see her in London. Mother knows again. Mrs. Huntington sends love to Margot and expects to hear from her if she is not too busy with her scientific exhibits.
With all love to "sacred cow" of India, to yourself, to the Leggetts, to Miss (what's her name?), the American rubber plant.
Ever yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CVI Miss MacLeod

CVI
To Miss Josephine MacLeod
SRINAGAR, KASHMIR,
30th September, 1897.
MY DEAR MISS MACLEOD,
Come soon if you intend to come really. From November to the middle of February India is cool; after that it is hot. You will be able to see all you want within that time, but to see all takes years.
I am in a hurry; therefore excuse this hasty card. Kindly tender my love to Mrs. Bull and my good wishes and earnest thoughts for Goodwin's speedy recovery. My love to Mother, to Alberta, to the baby, to Holister, and last, not the least, to Franky.
Yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CLXXX Nivedita

CLXXX
To Sister Nivedita
SAN FRANCISCO,
26th May, 1900.
DEAR NIVEDITA,
All blessings on you. Don't despond in the least. Shri wah Guru! Shri wah Guru! You come of the blood of a Kshatriya. Our yellow garb is the robe of death on the field of battle. Death for the cause is our goal, not success. Shri wah Guru! . . .
Black and thick are the folds of sinister fate. But I am the master. I raise my hand, and lo, they vanish! All this is nonsense. And fear? I am the Fear of fear, the Terror of terror, I am the fearless secondless One, I am the Rule of destiny, the Wiper-out of fact. Shri wah Guru! Steady, child, don't be bought by gold or anything else, and we win!
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CL Brahmananda

CL
To Swami Brahmananda
21 WEST 34 ST.,
NEW YORK,
21st November, 1899.
MY DEAR BRAHMANANDA,
The accounts are all right. I have handed them over to Mrs. Bull who has taken charge of reporting the different parts of the accounts to different donors. Never mind what I have said in previous harsh letters. They would do you good. Firstly, they will make you business-like in the future to keep regular and clear accounts and get the brethren into it. Secondly, if these scolding don't make you brave, I shall have no more hopes of you. I want to see you die even, but you must make a fight. Die in obeying commands like a soldier, and go to Nirvana, but no cowardice.
It is necessary that I must disappear for some time. Let not anyone write me or seek me during that time, it is absolutely necessary for my health. I am only nervous, that is all, nothing more.
All blessings follow you. Never mind my harshness. You know the heart always, whatever the lips say. All blessings on you. For the last year or so I have not been in my senses at all. I do not know why. I had to pass through this hell — and I have. I am much better — well, in fact. Lord help you all. I am going to the Himalayas soon to retire for ever. My work is done.
Ever yours in the Lord,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. Mrs. Bull sends her love.
V.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CVIII Shashi

CVIII
(Translated from Bengali)
To Swami Ramakrishnananda
SRINAGAR, KASHMIR,
30th September, 1897
MY DEAR SHASHI,
Now I am returning from a visit to places in Kashmir. In a day or two I shall leave for the Punjab. As my health is now much better, I have decided to tour again in the same way as before. Not too much lecturing — one or two lectures, perhaps, in the Punjab, otherwise none. The people of our country have not yet offered me even as much as a pice for my travelling expenses — and to cap it all, to take with you a whole party, well, you can easily understand how troublesome it all is. It is also a matter of shame to have to draw upon only the English disciples. So, as before, I start out "with only a blanket". In this place there is no need for any person like Goodwin, as you can see.
A monk from Ceylon, P. C. Jinawar Vamar by name, has written to me among other things that he wants to visit India. Perhaps he is the same monk who comes of the Siamese royal family. His address is Wellawatta, Ceylon. If convenient, invite him to Madras. He believes in the Vedanta. It will not be so difficult to send him to other places from Madras. It is also good to have such a person in the Order. My love and blessings to you and all others.
Yours affectionately,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. The Maharaja of Khetri is reaching Bombay on the 10th October. Don't forget to present him an address of welcome.
V.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Blue Blazer

Blue Blazer.
(Use two silver-plated mugs.)
* Take 1 small tea-spoonful of powdered white sugar dissolved in 1 wine-glass of boiling water.
* Take 1 wine-glass of Scotch whiskey.
Put the whiskey and the boiling water in one mug, ignite the liquid with fire, and while blazing mix both ingredients by pouring them four or five times from one mug to the other. If well done this will have the appearance of a continued stream of liquid fire.
Serve in a small bar-glass with a piece of twisted lemon peel.
The novice in mixing this beverage should be careful not to scald himself. To become proficient in throwing the liquid from one mug to the other, it will be necessary to practise for some time with cold water.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Baltimore Egg Nogg

Baltimore Egg Nogg.
(for a party of ten.)
* Take ½ pint of brandy (or Jamaica Rum).
* Take 2 wine-glasses of Madeira wine. ​
* Take 6 pints rich milk.
* Take 10 eggs.
* Take 10 tea-spoonfuls powdered sugar.
* Take ⅔ nutmeg, grated.
Beat the yolks of the eggs and the sugar together to a cream; add the nutmeg, well mixed in; then add the brandy (or rum) and the wine. Have the whites of the eggs ready beaten to a stiff froth, and beat them into the mixture; then stir in the milk gradually beating up the mixture all the while. Place the bowl in a vessel containing ice, as directed on page 15.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Barbadoes Punch

Barbadoes Punch.
Barbadoes Punch is prepared by adding to each glass of Brandy Punch (see page 65) one tea-spoonful of guava jelly.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Black Stripe

Black Stripe.
(Use small bar-glass.)
* Take 1 wine-glass of Santa Cruz rum.
* Take 1 table-spoonful of molasses.
This drink can either be made in summer or winter; if in the former season, mix in one table-spoonful of water and cool with shaved ice; if in the latter, fill up the tumbler with boiling water. Grate a little nutmeg on top.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Arrack Punch

Arrack Punch.
(Use medium bar-glass.)
* Take 1 table-spoonful of powdered white sugar dissolved in a little water.
* Take Juice of half a small lemon.
* Take 1 pony-glass of Batavia arrack.
* Take 1 wine-glass of Jamaica rum.
* Take 1 piece of pineapple.
Fill the glass with shaved ice, shake well, and dress the top with berries in season. Serve with a straw.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Balaklava Nectar

Balaklava Nectar.
(For a party of fifteen. Recipe by Soyer.)
* Take 2 bottles of Claret.
* Take 1 bottle of Champagne.
* Take 2 bottles of soda-water.
* Take 2 table-spoonfuls of powdered sugar.
* Take 2 lemons.
* Take ½ a small cucumber.
Peel and shred fine the rind of half a lemon; add the sugar, the juice of both the lemons, and the cucumber sliced thin, with the peel on. Toss it up several times, and add the Claret, Champagne, and soda-water. Stir well together and serve.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Bishop

Bishop.
(Use large soda-glass.)
* Take 1 tea-spoonful of powdered white sugar dissolved in 1 wine-glass of water.
* Take 2 thin slices of lemon.
* Take 2 dashes of Jamaica rum.
* Take 2 or 3 small lumps of ice.
Fill the glass with claret or red Burgundy, shake up well, and remove the ice before serving.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Arrack Punch 2

Arrack Punch.
(Three tumblers of punch.)
* Take 2 wine-glasses of Batavia Arrack (old).
* Take 3 wine-glasses of Jamaica rum.
* Take Sweeten to taste with loaf-sugar dissolved in hot water.
Lemons and limes are also matter of palate, but two lemons are enough for the above quantity; put then an equal quantity of water—i.e., not five but six glasses to allow for the lemon juice, and you have three very pretty tumblers of punch.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Bimbo Punch

Bimbo Punch.
* Take 1 quart of brandy.
* Take 1 gill of Arrack.
* Take 6 lemons.
* Take 1 pound of loaf-sugar.
* Take 1 quart of boiling water.
Cut the lemons into thin slices, and steep them in the brandy for six hours. Remove the lemons without squeezing them. Dissolve the sugar in the water, and add it while hot to the brandy and Arrack. Then let it cool. Ice and serve.
# The Bar-tender's Guide/Bishop à la Prusse

Bishop à la Prusse.
* Take 1 bottle of claret.
* Take 36 pound of pounded loaf-sugar.
* Take 4 good sized bitter oranges.
Roast the oranges until they are of a pale brown color; lay them in a tureen, and cover them with the sugar, adding three glasses of the claret; cover the tureen and let it stand until the next day. When required for use, place the tureen in a pan of boiling water, press the oranges with a spoon, and run the juice through a sieve. Boil the remainder of the claret; add the strained juice, and serve warm in glasses. Port wine may be substituted for claret, and lemons may be used instead of oranges, but this is not often done when claret is used.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Compensation

Because I had loved so deeply,  Because I had loved so long, God in His great compassion  Gave me the gift of song.
Because I have loved so vainly,  And sung with such faltering breath, The Master in infinite mercy  Offers the boon of Death.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine

DAT OL' MARE O' MINE
Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not, W'y you couldn't buy my Sukey fu' a thousan' on de spot.  Dat ol' mare o' mine? Yes, huh coat ah long an' shaggy, an' she ain't no shakes to see; Dat's a ring-bone, yes, you right, suh, an' she got a on'ry knee, But dey ain't no use in talkin', she de only hoss fu' me,  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Co'se, I knows dat Suke 's contra'y, an' she moughty ap' to vex; But you got to mek erlowance fu' de nature of huh sex;  Dat ol' mare o' mine. Ef you pull her on de lef han'; she plum 'termined to go right, A cannon could n't skeer huh, but she boun' to tek a fright At a piece o' common paper, or anyt'ing whut's white,  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
Wen my eyes commence to fail me, dough, I trus'es to huh sight, An' she 'll tote me safe an' hones' on de ve'y da'kes' night,  Dat ol' mare o' mine. Ef I whup huh, she jes' switch huh tail, an' settle to a walk, Ef I whup huh mo', she shek huh haid, an' lak ez not, she balk.[Pg 190] But huh sense ain't no ways lackin', she do evah t'ing but talk,  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
But she gentle ez a lady w'en she know huh beau kin see. An' she sholy got mo' gumption any day den you or me,  Dat ol' mare o' mine. She's a leetle slow a-goin,' an' she moughty ha'd to sta't, But we 's gittin' ol' togathah, an' she 's closah to my hea't, An' I does n't reckon, mistah, dat she 'd sca'cely keer to pa't;  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
W'y I knows de time dat cidah 's kin' o' muddled up my haid, Ef it had n't been fu' Sukey hyeah, I reckon I 'd been daid;  Dat ol' mare o' mine. But she got me in de middle o' de road an' tuk me home, An' she would n't let me wandah, ner she would n't let me roam, Dat's de kin' o' hoss to tie to w'en you 's seed de cidah's foam,  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
You kin talk erbout yo' heaven, you kin talk erbout yo' hell, Dey is people, dey is hosses, den dey's cattle, den dey's—well—  Dat ol' mare o' mine; She de beatenes' t'ing dat evah struck de medders o' de town, An' aldough huh haid ain't fittin' fu' to waih no golden crown, D' ain't a blessed way fu' Petah fu' to tu'n my Sukey down,  Dat ol' mare o' mine.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Confessional

CONFESSIONAL
Search thou my heart;  If there be guile, It shall depart  Before thy smile.
Search thou my soul;  Be there deceit, 'T will vanish whole  Before thee, sweet.
Upon my mind  Turn thy pure lens; Naught shalt thou find  Thou canst not cleanse.
If I should pray,  I scarcely know In just what way  My prayers would go.
So strong in me  I feel love's leaven, I 'd bow to thee As soon as Heaven!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Curtain

CURTAIN
Villain shows his indiscretion, Villain's partner makes confession. Juvenile, with golden tresses, Finds her pa and dons long dresses. Scapegrace comes home money-laden, Hero comforts tearful maiden, Soubrette marries loyal chappie, Villain skips, and all are happy.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Dawn

DAWN An angel, robed in spotless white, Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night. Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone. Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Columbian Ode

COLUMBIAN ODE
I
Four hundred years ago a tangled waste  Lay sleeping on the west Atlantic's side; Their devious ways the Old World's millions traced  Content, and loved, and labored, dared and died, While students still believed the charts they conned,  And revelled in their thriftless ignorance, Nor dreamed of other lands that lay beyond  Old Ocean's dense, indefinite expanse.
 II
But deep within her heart old Nature knew  That she had once arrayed, at Earth's behest, Another offspring, fine and fair to view,—  The chosen suckling of the mother's breast. The child was wrapped in vestments soft and fine,  Each fold a work of Nature's matchless art; The mother looked on it with love divine,  And strained the loved one closely to her heart. And there it lay, and with the warmth grew strong  And hearty, by the salt sea breezes fanned, Till Time with mellowing touches passed along,  And changed the infant to a mighty land.
 III But men knew naught of this, till there arose  That mighty mariner, the Genoese, Who dared to try, in spite of fears and foes,  The unknown fortunes of unsounded seas. O noblest of Italia's sons, thy bark Went not alone into that shrouding night! O dauntless darer of the rayless dark,  The world sailed with thee to eternal light! The deer-haunts that with game were crowded then  To-day are tilled and cultivated lands; The schoolhouse tow'rs where Bruin had his den,  And where the wigwam stood the chapel stands; The place that nurtured men of savage mien  Now teems with men of Nature's noblest types; Where moved the forest-foliage banner green,  Now flutters in the breeze the stars and stripes!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Communion

COMMUNION
In the silence of my heart,  I will spend an hour with thee, When my love shall rend apart  All the veil of mystery:
All that dim and misty veil  That shut in between our souls When Death cried, "Ho, maiden, hail!"  And your barque sped on the shoals.
On the shoals? Nay, wrongly said.  On the breeze of Death that sweeps Far from life, thy soul has sped  Out into unsounded deeps.
I shall take an hour and come  Sailing, darling, to thy side. Wind nor sea may keep me from  Soft communings with my bride.
I shall rest my head on thee  As I did long days of yore, When a calm, untroubled sea  Rocked thy vessel at the shore.
I shall take thy hand in mine,  And live o'er the olden days When thy smile to me was wine,—  Golden wine thy word of praise,
For the carols I had wrought  In my soul's simplicity; For the petty beads of thought  Which thine eyes alone could see.
Ah, those eyes, love-blind, but keen For my welfare and my weal! Tho' the grave-door shut between, Still their love-lights o'er me steal.
I can see thee thro' my tears,  As thro' rain we see the sun. What tho' cold and cooling years  Shall their bitter courses run,—
I shall see thee still and be  Thy true lover evermore, And thy face shall be to me  Dear and helpful as before.
Death may vaunt and Death may boast,  But we laugh his pow'r to scorn; He is but a slave at most,—  Night that heralds coming morn.
I shall spend an hour with thee  Day by day, my little bride. True love laughs at mystery,  Crying, "Doors of Death, fly wide."
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Comparison

COMPARISON
The sky of brightest gray seems dark  To one whose sky was ever white. To one who never knew a spark,  Thro' all his life, of love or light,  The grayest cloud seems over-bright.
The robin sounds a beggar's note  Where one the nightingale has heard, But he for whom no silver throat  Its liquid music ever stirred,  Deems robin still the sweetest bird.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Conscience and Remorse

CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE
"Good-bye," I said to my conscience—  "Good-bye for aye and aye," And I put her hands off harshly,  And turned my face away; And conscience smitten sorely  Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit  Grew weary of its pace; And I cried: "Come back, my conscience;  I long to see thy face." But conscience cried: "I cannot;  Remorse sits in my place."
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Curiosity

CURIOSITY
Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet; All de pickaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat, Gittin' to de winder, stickin' dah lak flies, Evah one ermong us des all nose an' eyes.
"Whut's she cookin', Isaac?"  "Whut's she cookin', Jake?" "Is it sweet pertaters? Is hit pie er cake?" But we couldn't mek out even whah we stood Whut was mammy cookin' dat could smell so good.
Mammy spread de winder, an' she frown an' frown, How de pickaninnies come a-tum-blin' down! Den she say: "Ef you-all keeps a-peepin' in, How I'se gwine to whup you, my! 't 'ill be a sin! Need n' come a-sniffin' an' a-nosin' hyeah, 'Ca'se I knows my business, nevah feah." Won't somebody tell us—how I wish dey would!— Whut is mammy cookin' dat it smells so good?
We know she means business, an' we dassent stay, Dough it's mighty tryin' fuh to go erway; But we goes a-troopin' down de ol' wood-track 'Twell dat steamin' kitchen brings us stealin' back, Climbin' an' a-peepin' so's to see inside. Whut on earf kin mammy be so sha'p to hide? I'd des up an' tell folks w'en I knowed I could, Ef I was a-cookin' t'ings dat smelt so good.
Mammy in de oven, an' I see huh smile; Moufs mus' be a-wat'rin' roun' hyeah fuh a mile; Den we almos' hollah ez we hu'ies down, 'Ca'se hit's apple dumplin's, big an' fat an' brown! W'en de do' is opened, solemn lak an' slow, Wisht you see us settin' all dah in a row Innercent an' p'opah, des lak chillun should W'en dey mammy's cookin' t'ings dat smell so good.
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