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# The Prince (Hill Thomson)/Chapter V

Chapter V: How Cities or Provinces Which Before Their Acquisition Have Lived Under Their Own Laws Are To Be Governed
When a newly acquired State has been accustomed, as I have said, to live under its own laws and in freedom, there are three methods whereby it may be held. The first is to destroy it; the second, to go and reside there in person; the third, to suffer it to live on under its own laws, subjecting it to a tribute, and entrusting its government to a few of the inhabitants who will keep the rest your friends. Such a Government, since it is the creature of the new Prince, will see that it cannot stand without his protection and support, and must therefore do all it can to maintain him; and a city accustomed to live in freedom, if it is to be preserved at all, is more easily controlled through its own citizens than in any other way.
We have examples of all these methods in the histories of the Spartans and the Romans. The Spartans held Athens and Thebes by creating oligarchies in these cities, yet lost them in the end. The Romans, to retain Capua, Carthage, and Numantia, destroyed them and never lost them. On the other hand, when they thought to hold Greece as the Spartans had held it, leaving it its freedom and allowing it to be governed by its own laws, they failed, and had to destroy many cities of that Province before they could secure it. For, in truth, there is no sure way of holding other than by destroying, and whoever becomes master of a City accustomed to live in freedom and does not destroy it, may reckon on being destroyed by it. For if it should rebel, it can always screen itself under the name of liberty and its ancient laws, which no length of time, nor any benefits conferred will ever cause it to forget; and do what you will, and take what care you may, unless the inhabitants be scattered and dispersed, this name, and the old order of things, will never cease to be remembered, but will at once be turned against you whenever misfortune overtakes you, as when Pisa rose against the Florentines after a hundred years of servitude.
If, however, the newly acquired City or Province has been accustomed to live under a Prince, and his line is extinguished, it will be impossible for the citizens, used, on the one hand, to obey, and deprived, on the other, of their old ruler, to agree to choose a leader from among themselves; and as they know not how to live as freemen, and are therefore slow to take up arms, a stranger may readily gain them over and attach them to his cause. But in Republics there is a stronger vitality, a fiercer hatred, a keener thirst for revenge. The memory of their former freedom will not let them rest; so that the safest course is either to destroy them, or to go and live in them.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Adieu to Innisfail

ADIEU TO INNISFAIL.
"Feror exul in altum."—Vir.
Adieu!—the snowy sail Swells her bosom to the gale, And our barque from Innisfail Bounds away. While we gaze upon thy shore, That we never shall see more, And the blinding tears flow o'er, We pray:
Mo bournin! be thou long In peace, the queen of song— In battle proud and strong As the sea! Be saints thine offspring still— True heroes guard each hill— And harps by ev'ry rill Sound free!
​Tho' round her Indian bow'rs The hand of nature show'rs The brightest-blooming flow'rs Of our sphere; Yet not the richest rose In an alien clime that blows, Like the brier at home that grows, Is dear.
Tho' glowing breasts may be In soft vales beyond the sea, Yet ever Gra ma ċree Shall I wail; For the heart of love I leave, In the dreary hours of eve, On thy stormy shore to grieve, Innisfail!
But mem'ry o'er the deep On her dewy wing shall sweep, When in midnight hours I weep O'er thy wrongs; And bring me, steep'd in tears, The dead flow'rs of other years, And waft unto my ears Home's songs.
When I slumber in the gloom Of a nameless foreign tomb, By a distant ocean's boom, Innisfail! Around thy em'rald shore May the clasping sea adore, And each wave in thunder roar, "All hail!"
​And when the final sigh Shall bear my soul on high, And on chainless wing I fly Thro' the blue, Earth's latest thought shall be, As I soar above the sea— "Green Erin, dear, to thee— Adieu!"
# The Spirit of the Nation/Awake and lie Dreaming no more

AWAKE, AND LIE DREAMING NO MORE.
By the Author of "The Deserted College."
Ye great of my country, how long will ye slumber? Spell-bound far remote from her once happy shore, Unmoved by her wrongs and her woes without number, Oh! wake thee, awake, and lie dreaming no more! Awaken to fame and poor Erin's condition; To heal all her wounds be your noblest ambition; Oh! break off the spell of the foreign magician. Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more!
Not the want of green fields nor of countless resources The sons of sweet Erin have cause to deplore, Nor the want of brave hearts for the muster of forces: Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! A patriot flame and endearing emotion Are wanting to bless the sweet isle of the ocean; Yet Erin is worthy of love and devotion. Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more!
Let Fashion no more in pursuit of vain pleasure, To far-distant lands in her train draw you o'er; In your own native isle is the goodliest treasure: Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! When once love and pride of your country ye cherish, The seeds of disunion and discord shall perish, And Erin, dear Erin, in loveliness flourish. Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Boyhood's Years

BOYHOOD'S YEARS.
Ah! why should I recal them—the gay, the joyous years, Ere hope was cross'd or pleasure dimm'd by sorrow and by tears? Or why should memory love to trace youth's glad and sunlit way, When those who made its charms sweet are gathered to decay? The summer's sun shall come again to brighten hill and bower— The teeming earth its fragrance bring beneath the balmy shower; But all in vain will mem'ry strive, in vain we shed our tears— They're gone away and can't return—the friends of boyhood's years!
Ah! why then wake my sorrow, and bid me now count o'er The vanished friends so dearly prized—the days to come no more— The happy days of infancy, when no guile our bosoms knew, Nor reck'd we of the pleasures that with each hour flew? 'Tis all in vain to weep for them—the past a dream appears; And where are they—the lov'd, the young, the friends of boyhood's years?
Go seek them in the cold church-yard—they long have stolen to rest; But do not weep, for their young cheeks by woe were ne'er oppressed: Life's sun for them in splendour set—no cloud came o'er the ray That lit them from this gloomy world upon their joyous way. No tears about their graves be shed—but sweetest flow'rs be flung— The fittest off'ring thou canst make to hearts that perish young— To hearts this world has not torn with racking hopes and fears; For bless'd are they who pass away in boyhood's happy years.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Dalcassian's War Song

THE DALCASSIAN'S WAR-SONG—1014.
I.
Dalcassia's warrior-bands, now, The chase forego, the chase forego; Far nobler game demands, now, The spear and bow, the spear and bow— From mountain, glen, and valley, In bright array, in bright array, Round Erin's standard rally! Let cowards stay! let cowards stay! The sun-burst that floats o'er us In banner'd pride, in banner'd pride, Has ever waved before us O'er victory's tide! o'er victory's tide!
II.
Who, who, like craven falters, Nor bravely draws, nor bravely draws, To guard his country's altars, And homes and laws! and homes and laws! Who fears, with cause so holy, The pirate Dane, the pirate Dane? Although the Saxon, lowly, Now brooks his chain! now brooks his chain! The sun-burst that floats o'er us In banner'd pride, in banner'd pride, Has ever waved before us O'er victory's tide! o'er victory's tide!
III.
Still victory's smile is beaming Where Murrough leads, where Murrough leads; And where his blade is gleaming The foeman bleeds! the foeman bleeds! Old Brien's dark eye's glancing Along th' array, along th' array; ​And the steed's impatient prancing— Then let's away! away! away! The sun-burst that floats o'er us In banner'd pride, in banner'd pride, Has ever waved before us O'er victory's tide! o'er victory's tide!
# The Spirit of the Nation/English and Irish Eyes

ENGLISH AND IRISH EYES.
Air—"Jock of Hazeldeen."
The world's wealth should not buy, lady, My heart for thee to wear, For in your Saxon eye, lady, There's something all may share; And though the glances strike, lady, From out your orbs of fire, There's nothing there to like, lady, Though much there's to admire.
They look too much around, lady— All restless is their mien— Though there one truth I've found, lady, You would not love but feign; ​And with a quiet fireside, lady, They could not be content The space is far too wide, lady, O'er which their glance is sent.
And cloak them how you will, lady, At times they must be seen— They cannot aye be still, lady, Beneath their silken screen; But let them still rove on, lady, To make some weak hearts pine, The power they had is gone, lady, To rule this heart of mine.
Give me the eyes at home, lady, Whose glances show no guile; Though free as ocean's foam, lady, On all they will not smile; But for the darling one, lady, Their look will know no change, And e'en when life's sands run, lady, Their spirit will not range.
Then turn thine eyes away, lady— On others let them roam; My young heart cannot stray, lady, From our sweet eyes at home. In cups brimful of wine, lady, That sparkle high with foam, I drink farewell to thine, lady, But love to those at home.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Epigram (1)

EPIGRAM.
"Well, Pat, my boy," said I, " I've had some chat With the ground landlord of this wilderness." "The grinding one your Honor means," grinned Pat; "It is the tenants that are ground, I guess."
# The Spirit of the Nation/Devil may care

DEVIL MAY CARE.
Air—"The old head of Denis."
Musha, "Queen of the Sea," is it true what they say All about the grand "speeching" you had t'other day About Ireland, and Dan, and Repeal? I declare I think you were bullied; but, devil may care, They shan't bully Paddy—so devil may care.
I heard, when a boy, you were gentle and true— That you lov'd poor old Ireland and Irishmen too— That your heart was as just as your form was fair, And I wished you were here; but the devil may care, I've got my own darling—so devil may care.
And you've got young Albert, and long may you reign, And lightsome and brightsome, and strong be the chain That binds you together in love, now so rare To be found at "Head Quarters;" but, devil may care, That's a case for the lawyers—so devil may care.
But Paddy a "case" of his own has just now, So off goes my "caubeen," and here's my best bow; My belly is empty, my back is all bare, I'm hungry and naked; but devil may care, Good times are approaching—so devil may care.
"Acushla machree," we are wounded and sore, So bad that we cannot endure it much more. A cure we must have, though the Saxons may stare And "curse like a trooper;" but devil may care, "Sin fein" is our watch-word—so devil may care.
​Through many a century of darkness and gloom We writhed in our sorrow and wept at our doom; We begged and implored, but they laughed at our prayer— The answer they gave us was—"devil may care," You're "mere Irish" rebels—so devil may care.
But no longer, like cowards, we'll kneel to the foe— "Soft words they will butter no parsnips" we know; Our rights they must give "on the nail"—"a child's share" We claim, and must get. By St. Patrick, we swear, We won't be put off with a "devil may care."
# The Spirit of the Nation/An Arms' Bill Ballad

AN ARMS BILL BALLAD.
I.
"Oh! fairest and rarest, why art thou alone? Thy nearest and dearest one, where is he flown? With fleetness, and sweetness, he flew, like the dove, To his nest in thy breast—from his toil to his love."
II.
My Connor is exiled, but not for a fault— He dared to defend me from midnight assault! Our cabin was enter'd—what man would not draw The staff, or the steel, on the Ruffian-by-law?
III.
Dark, dark were his plots, since the day I preferr'd The ring and the rite to his treacherous word; He harass'd us down from our leasehold, to fill The pitiful state of his Tenant at will.
IV.
At last he distrain'd—but I brought him his Rent— He wooed me to crime—but I came as I went— And he swore a deep oath, ere the morrow's bright sun, In spite of my will, that his will should be done.
V.
And he came with his minions, that promise to keep, When all of mankind, save the beasts, were asleep, In search for some weapon devour'd by the rust: His words were of weapons—his thoughts were of lust.
VI.
My Connor was valiant as ever drew sword, For the country he loved, or the wife he adored; But vain was the strife 'gainst the Ruffian's commands, And the minions' obedience, to fetter his hands.
VII.
They bore him to prison—the object was gain'd— The minions departed—the ruffian remain'd. Oh! imagine, imagine * * * * * * * There's madness within me * * * * * * *
# The Spirit of the Nation/Death of Owen Roe

LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF OWEN ROE O'NEILL.
Time—10th Nov., 1649.Scene—Ormond's Camp, County Waterford.Speakers—A Veteran of Owen O'Neill's clan, and one of the horsemen, just arrived with an account of his death.
I.
"Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neill?" 'Yes! they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.' "May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Roe!
II.
Though it break my heart to hear, say again the bitter words." 'From Derry, with false Cromwell, he marched to measure swords; But the weapon of the Saxon met him on his way, And he died at Clough Oughter, upon Saint Leonard's Day.'
III.
"Wail, wail for The Mighty One! Wail, wail ye for The Dead; Quench the hearth, and hold the breath—with ashes strew the head. How tenderly we loved him! How deeply we deplore! Oh! it makes me mad to think I shall never see him more.
IV.
Sagest in the council was he, kindest in the hall, Sure we never won a battle—'twas Owen won them all. Had he lived—had he lived—our dear country had been free; But he's dead, but he's dead, and 'tis slaves we'll ever be.
V.
O'Farrell and Clanrickarde, Preston and Red Hugh, Audley and MacMahon—ye are valiant, wise, and true; But—what, what were ye all to our darling who is gone? The Rudder of our Ship was he, our Castle's corner stone!
VI.
Wail, wail him through the Island! Weep, weep for our pride! Would that on the battle-field our gallant chief had died! Weep the Victor of Bunburb—weep him, young man and old; Weep for him, ye women—your Beautiful lies cold!
VII.
We thought you would not die—we were sure you would not go, And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow— Sheep without a shepherd, when the snow shuts out the sky, Why did you leave us, Owen? Why, why did you die?
VIII.
Soft as woman's was your voice, O'Neill! bright was your eye, Oh! why did you leave us, Owen? why did you die? Your troubles are all over, you're at rest with God on high; But we're slaves, and we're orphans, Owen!—why did you die?"
# The Sheep, the Dog, and the Wolf

Perry index 478
* "Of the Dogge and the Sheep", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Dog, a Sheep, and a Wolf", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
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# The Sheik

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### Contents

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
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# The Revolt in Arabia

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Translation of articles originally published in the Nieuwe Rotterdamsche Courant, July 14, 1916
By C. Snouck Hurgronje
The Holy War, Made in Germany
Mohammedanism
The Revolt in Arabia
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The Revolt in Arabia
By Dr. C. Snouck Hurgronje
Professor of the Arabic Language in the University of Leiden; Councillor to the Dutch Ministry of the Colonies, etc.
With a Foreword by Richard J. H. Gottheil Columbia University, New York
G. P. Putnam’s Sons New York and London The Knickerbocker Press 1917
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COPYRIGHT, 1917 BY
C. SNOUCK HURGRONJE
The Knickerbocker Press, New York
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# The Revolt in Arabia/Foreword

FOREWORD
ALL those interested in Mohammedan affairs were much surprised to learn, through a despatch from Cairo on June 22, 1916, that the Emir of Mecca had revolted from Turkish overlordship. Much speculation was indulged in regarding the causes for such an uprising and its probable or possible outcome; for there are few parts of the habitable globe about which the ordinary student of international affairs knows so little as he does about Arabia. Life there has remained in much of its mediæval primitiveness; and even scholars who are specially concerned about Mohammedanism, and about the several hundred millions of its devotees, are little better situated in ​receiving accurate information of that which is occurring in the "Holy Land" of Arabia.
No one living knows its history better than does Professor Snouck Hurgronje of the University of Leiden. To his vast knowledge upon all subjects connected with Mohammedanism and gained from an extensive reading of its literature, he has added personal observation during the year that he spent in Mecca and Jiddah. He has been able to get an insight into the various questions involved in its tangled history at the present day, and to learn at first hand of the parties which are rivals for leadership there. In the Dutch newspaper Nieuwe Rotterdamsche Courant, July 14, 1916, Professor Snouck Hurgronje gave a lucid explanation of the situation created as he saw it, by the proclamation of the Emir. The following pages contain a translation ​of these articles. I have added, as an appendix, the official proclamation of the Shereef to the whole Moslem world as it appeared translated into English in The Near East for August 25, 1916.
Since these articles were published in Holland we have heard very little as to what is happening in and around Mecca. News has come that an attempt at administrative reconstruction has been made at Jiddah; that the new Shereef has appointed a special agent at Cairo in the person of Omar Bey al-Faruki; and that the new government has decided to publish a weekly paper called Elkiblah, which is to be edited by Fuad Effendi Khatib of Gordon College, Assuan. What is of greater importance is the alleged assistance offered to the Emir Husain by the Emir Abd al-Aziz ibn Saʿud, the head of the Wahhabites in the Nejd—the district east of Medinah—and by the Zaidite ​Imam Yahyah in the Yemen against the Turkish troops stationed there.
Richard Gottheil.
Dec. 23, 1916. Columbia University.
# The Revolt of Islam

The Revolt of Islam is a poem composed by Percy Bysshe Shelley in 1817 and published in 1818. The poem was originally titled Laon and Cythna. The plot centres on two characters named Laon and Cythna who initiate a bloodless revolution against the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. Despite its title, the poem does not have anything to do with Islam in particular, though the general subject of religion is addressed. Shelley identified and aligned himself strongly with the then-shocking notion of atheism. Shelley's work though, responding to the religious excesses and embedded hypocrisy of his time, is expressly spiritual, albeit running counter-religiosity.
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* Author's Preface
* Dedication
* Canto I
* Canto II
* Canto III
* Canto IV
* Canto V
* Canto VI
* Canto VII
* Canto VIII
* Canto IX
* Canto X
* Canto XI
* Canto XII
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# The Revolt in Arabia/Note

NOTE
The following translation of the Proclamation appeared in The Near East:
Since writing his monograph, Professor Hurgronje has had reason to doubt his surmise as to the identity of the new Grand Shereef sent by the Turkish government to Medina. Probably it is not the Ali who succeeded to his uncle Aun and settled in Egypt after his demission.
The proclamation is added as interesting in connection with Professor Hurgronje's own articles. He would have preferred to give the Turkish proclamation as well as this, had this been possible.
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# The Prophet

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# The Prophet (Aesop)

Perry index 161
* "A Fortune-Teller", part of "Fable XCII, XCIII and XCIV", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Prophet", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
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# The Story of a Candy Rabbit

In the Make-Believe Stories series
MAKE BELIEVE STORIES
(Trademark Registered)
THE STORY OF A
CANDY
RABBIT
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of "The Story of a Sawdust Doll," "The Story of a Bold Tin Soldier," "The Bobbsey Twins Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," "The Six Little Bunkers Series," Etc.
illustrated by HARRY L. SMITH
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
Made in the United States of America
Copyright, 1920, by Grosset & Dunlap
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