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# Lyrics of Lowly Life/A Banjo Song

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A BANJO SONG.
OH, dere 's lots o' keer an' trouble In dis world to swaller down; An' ol' Sorrer 's purty lively In her way o' gittin' roun'. Yet dere 's times when I furgit 'em,— Aches an' pains an' troubles all,— An' it 's when I tek at ebenin' My ol' banjo f'om de wall.
'Bout de time dat night is fallin' An' my daily wu'k is done, An' above de shady hilltops I kin see de settin' sun; When de quiet, restful shadders Is beginnin' jes' to fall,— Den I take de little banjo F'om its place upon de wall. ​Den my fam'ly gadders roun' me In de fadin' o' de light, Ez I strike de strings to try 'em Ef dey all is tuned er-right. An' it seems we 're so nigh heaben We kin hyeah de angels sing When de music o' dat banjo Sets my cabin all er-ring.
An' my wife an' all de othahs,— Male an' female, small an' big,— Even up to gray-haired granny, Seem jes' boun' to do a jig; 'Twell I change de style o' music, Change de movement an' de time, An' de ringin' little banjo Plays an ol' hea't-feelin' hime.
An' somehow my th'oat gits choky, An' a lump keeps tryin' to rise Lak it wan'ed to ketch de water Dat was flowin' to my eyes; ​An' I feel dat I could sorter Knock de socks clean off o' sin Ez I hyeah my po' ol' granny Wif huh tremblin' voice jine in.
Den we all th'ow in our voices Fu' to he'p de chune out too, Lak a big camp-meetin' choiry Tryin' to sing a mou'nah th'oo. An' our th'oahts let out de music, Sweet an' solemn, loud an' free, 'Twell de raftahs o' my cabin Echo wif de melody.
Oh, de music o' de banjo, Quick an' deb'lish, solemn, slow, Is de greates' joy an' solace Dat a weary slave kin know! So jes' let me hyeah it ringin', Dough de chune be po' an' rough, It 's a pleasure; an' de pleasures O' dis life is few enough. ​Now, de blessed little angels Up in heaben, we are told, Don't do nothin' all dere lifetime 'Ceptin' play on ha'ps o' gold. Now I think heaben 'd be mo' homelike Ef we 'd hyeah some music fall F'om a real ol'-fashioned banjo, Like dat one upon de wall.
# Lyrics of Lowly Life/A Prayer

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A PRAYER.
O LORD, the hard-won miles Have worn my stumbling feet: Oh, soothe me with thy smiles, And make my life complete.
The thorns were thick and keen Where'er I trembling trod; The way was long between My wounded feet and God.
​Where healing waters flow Do thou my footsteps lead. My heart is aching so; Thy gracious balm I need.
# Lyrics of Lowly Life

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Lyrics of Lowly Life
Lyrics of Lowly Life
By
Paul Laurence Dunbar
With
An Introduction by W. D. Howells
New York
Dodd, Mead and Company
1896
Copyright, 1895, 1896,
By the Century Company.
Copyright, 1896,
By Dodd, Mead and Company.
All rights reserved.
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.
TO
MY MOTHER.
CONTENTS
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# Lyrics of Lowly Life/Frederick Douglass

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FREDERICK DOUGLASS.
A HUSH is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists And vapors that obscure the sun of life. And Ethiopia, with bosom torn, Laments the passing of her noblest born.
She weeps for him a mother's burning tears— She loved him with a mother's deepest love. He was her champion thro' direful years, And held her weal all other ends above.
​When Bondage held her bleeding in the dust, He raised her up and whispered, "Hope and Trust."
For her his voice, a fearless clarion, rung That broke in warning on the ears of men; For her the strong bow of his power he strung, And sent his arrows to the very den Where grim Oppression held his bloody place And gloated o'er the mis'ries of a race.
And he was no soft-tongued apologist; He spoke straightforward, fearlessly uncowed; The sunlight of his truth dispelled the mist, And set in bold relief each dark-hued cloud; To sin and crime he gave their proper hue, And hurled at evil what was evil's due.
Through good and ill report he cleaved his way Right onward, with his face set toward the heights, Nor feared to face the foeman's dread array,— The lash of scorn, the sting of petty spites. He dared the lightning in the lightning's track, And answered thunder with his thunder back. ​When men maligned him, and their torrent wrath In furious imprecations o'er him broke, He kept his counsel as he kept his path; 'Twas for his race, not for himself, he spoke. He knew the import of his Master's call, And felt himself too mighty to be small.
No miser in the good he held was he,— His kindness followed his horizon's rim. His heart, his talents, and his hands were free To all who truly needed aught of him. Where poverty and ignorance were rife, He gave his bounty as he gave his life.
The place and cause that first aroused his might Still proved its power until his latest day. In Freedom's lists and for the aid of Right Still in the foremost rank he waged the fray; Wrong lived; his occupation was not gone. He died in action with his armor on!
We weep for him, but we have touched his hand, And felt the magic of his presence nigh, ​The current that he sent throughout the land, The kindling spirit of his battle-cry. O'er all that holds us we shall triumph yet, And place our banner where his hopes were set!
Oh, Douglass, thou hast passed beyond the shore, But still thy voice is ringing o'er the gale! Thou 'st taught thy race how high her hopes may soar, And bade her seek the heights, nor faint, nor fail. She will not fail, she heeds thy stirring cry, She knows thy guardian spirit will be nigh, And, rising from beneath the chast'ning rod, She stretches out her bleeding hands to God!
# Lyrics of Lowly Life/Accountability

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ACCOUNTABILITY.
# Lyrics of Lowly Life/Ere Sleep comes down to soothe the Weary Eyes

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ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES.
# Lyrics of Lowly Life/Growin' Gray

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GROWIN' GRAY.
HELLO, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray, An' it beats ole Ned to see the way 'At the crow's feet's a-getherin' aroun' yore eyes; Tho' it ought n't to cause me no su'prise, Fur there 's many a sun 'at you've seen rise An' many a one you've seen go down Sence yore step was light an' yore hair was brown, An' storms an' snows have had their way— Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray.
Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray, An' the youthful pranks 'at you used to play Are dreams of a far past long ago That lie in a heart where the fires burn low— That has lost the flame though it kept the glow, An' spite of drivin' snow an' storm, Beats bravely on forever warm. December holds the place of May— Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray. ​Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray— Who cares what the carpin' youngsters say? For, after all, when the tale is told, Love proves if a man is young or old! Old age can't make the heart grow cold When it does the will of an honest mind; When it beats with love fur all mankind; Then the night but leads to a fairer day— Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray!
# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter XCVII

A thing incredible is about to be related; but a thing may be incredible and still be true; sometimes it is incredible because it is true. And many infidels but disbelieve the least incredible things; and many bigots reject the most obvious. But let us hold fast to all we have; and stop all leaks in our faith; lest an opening, but of a hand's breadth, should sink our seventy-fours. The wide Atlantic can rush in at one port-hole; and if we surrender a plank, we surrender the fleet. Panoplied in all the armor of St. Paul, morion, hauberk, and greaves, let us fight the Turks inch by inch, and yield them naught but our corpse.
But let us not turn round upon friends, confounding them with foes. For dissenters only assent to more than we. Though Milton was a heretic to the creed of Athanasius, his faith exceeded that of Athanasius himself; and the faith of Athanasius that of Thomas, the disciple, who with his own eyes beheld the mark of the nails. Whence it comes that though we be all Christians now, the best of us had perhaps been otherwise in the days of Thomas.
The higher the intelligence, the more faith, and the less credulity: Gabriel rejects more than we, but out-believes us all. The greatest marvels are first truths; and first truths the last unto which we attain. Things nearest are furthest off. Though your ear be next-door to your brain, it is forever removed from your sight. Man has a more comprehensive view of the moon, than the man in the moon himself. We know the moon is round; he only infers it. It is because we ourselves are in ourselves, that we know ourselves not. And it is only of our easy faith, that we are not infidels throughout; and only of our lack of faith, that we believe what we do.
In some universe-old truths, all mankind are disbelievers. Do you believe that you lived three thousand years ago? That you were at the taking of Tyre, were overwhelmed in Gomorrah? No. But for me, I was at the subsiding of the Deluge, and helped swab the ground, and build the first house. With the Israelites, I fainted in the wilderness; was in court, when Solomon outdid all the judges before him. I, it was, who suppressed the lost work of Manetho, on the Egyptian theology, as containing mysteries not to be revealed to posterity, and things at war with the canonical scriptures; I, who originated the conspiracy against that purple murderer, Domitian; I, who in the senate moved, that great and good Aurelian be emperor. I instigated the abdication of Diocletian, and Charles the Fifth; I touched Isabella's heart, that she hearkened to Columbus. I am he, that from the king's minions hid the Charter in the old oak at Hartford; I harbored Goffe and Whalley: I am the leader of the Mohawk masks, who in the Old Commonwealth's harbor, overboard threw the East India Company's Souchong; I am the Vailed Persian Prophet; I, the man in the iron mask; I, Junius.
# Mardi/Volume I/Chapter XCVIII

It was Samoa, who told the incredible tale; and he told it as a traveler. But stay-at-homes say travelers lie. Yet a voyage to Ethiopia would cure them of that; for few skeptics are travelers; fewer travelers liars, though the proverb respecting them lies. It is false, as some say, that Bruce was cousin-german to Baron Munchausen; but true, as Bruce said, that the Abysinnians cut live steaks from their cattle. It was, in good part, his villainous transcribers, who made monstrosities of Mandeville's travels. And though all liars go to Gehenna; yet, assuming that Mandeville died before Dante; still, though Dante took the census of Hell, we find not Sir John, under the likeness of a roasted neat's tongue, in that infernalest of infernos, The Inferno.
But let not the truth be postponed. To the stand, Samoa, and through your interpreter, speak.
Once upon a time, during his endless sea-rovings, the Upoluan was called upon to cobble the head of a friend, grievously hurt in a desperate fight of slings.
Upon examination, that part of the brain proving as much injured as the cranium itself, a young pig was obtained; and preliminaries being over, part of its live brain was placed in the cavity, the trepan accomplished with cocoanut shell, and the scalp drawn over and secured.
This man died not, but lived. But from being a warrior of great sense and spirit, he became a perverse-minded and piggish fellow, showing many of the characteristics of his swinish grafting. He survived the operation more than a year; at the end of that period, however, going mad, and dying in his delirium.
Stoutly backed by the narrator, this anecdote was credited by some present. But Babbalanja held out to the last.
"Yet, if this story be true," said he, "and since it is well settled, that our brains are somehow the organs of sense; then, I see not why human reason could not be put into a pig, by letting into its cranium the contents of a man's. I have long thought, that men, pigs, and plants, are but curious physiological experiments; and that science would at last enable philosophers to produce new species of beings, by somehow mixing, and concocting the essential ingredients of various creatures; and so forming new combinations. My friend Atahalpa, the astrologer and alchymist, has long had a jar, in which he has been endeavoring to hatch a fairy, the ingredients being compounded according to a receipt of his own."
But little they heeded Babbalanja. It was the traveler's tale that most arrested attention.
Tough the thews, and tough the tales of Samoa.
# Mark Aloysius Tierney

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* "Tierney, Mark Aloysius," in Dictionary of National Biography, 1885-1900, London: Smith, Elder, & Co. (1885–1900) in 63 vols.
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# Mark

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### Works

* Mark, a book of the Bible
* Biblical commentary and analysis
** "Mark," in Easton's Bible Dictionary (1897)
** "Mark," in Catholic Encyclopedia, (ed.) by Charles G. Herbermann and others, New York: The Encyclopaedia Press (1913)
** "Mark" in Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Whole Bible, Volume 5.
* Mark, a short story by Saki

### Authors

* Mark, the Evangelist, traditional author of the Gospel of Mark
* Mark, Pope of the Catholic Church in 336
# Mark (Bible)

Mark is a book of the Bible.
English-language translations of Kata Markon include:
* "The Gospel of Saint Mark in West-Saxon" (Old English translation)
* "Mark" in the Wycliffe version (first printing, c. 1384)
* "Mark" in the Wycliffe version (revised by Purvey et al., c. 1394)
* "Mark" in the Tyndale version (1526)
* "Mark" in the Coverdale version (1535)
* "Mark" in the Geneva version (1560)
* "Mark" in the Bishops' version (1568)
* "Mark" in the Douay–Rheims version (first printing, 1582–1610)
* "Mark" in the King James version (first printing, 1611)
* "Mark" in the Douay–Rheims version (illustrated version, 1633–1635)
* "Mark" in the Douay–Rheims version (Challoner's revision, 1749–1952)
* "Mark" in the King James version (Oxford text, 1769)
* "Mark" in the Thomson version (1808)
* "Mark" in the Webster's version (1833)
* "Mark" in the English Revised version (1885)
* "Mark" in the Young's Literal Translation version (1898)
* "Mark" in the American Standard version (1901)
* "Mark" in the King James version (tercentenary printing, 1911)
* "Mark" in the Emphasised Bible version (1916)
* "Mark" in the Basic English version (1941–1949)
* "Mark" in the World English version (in progress since 1997)
* "Mark" in the Wikisource edition (in progress since 2006)
* "Mark" in the Literal Standard Version (2020)
# Maria Felicia

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A STORY OF BOHEMIAN LOVE
TRANSLATED FROM THE BOHEMIAN
OF
CAROLINE SVĚTLÁ
BY
ANTONIE KREJSA
CHICAGO A. C. McCLURG AND COMPANY 1898
Copyright By A. C. McCLURG AND CO. A. D. 1898
* Publisher's note
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems

First published in 1638, this transcription is of the first edition.
Madagascar;
WITH OTHER
Poems.
BY W. Davenant.
LONDON, Printed by John Haviland for Thomas Walkly, and are to be sold at his shop at the Flying Horse neare Yorke house. 1638.
Imprimatur, Matth. Clay
Feb. 26. 1637.
IF THESE POEMS LIVE, MAY THEIR MEMORIES, BY WHOM THEY WERE CHERISH'D,
END. PORTER, H. IARMYN,
LIVE WITH THEM.
* To My Worthy Friend Mr. William Davenant; Upon His Poem of Madagascar
* To my Friend Will. Davenant; upon his Poem of Madagascar
* On his other Poems
* To Will. Davenant my Friend
* To my Friend, Will. Davenant
* Madagascar
* Elizium. To the Duchesse of Buckingham
* To the Lord D. L. upon his Mariage
* A Journey into Worcestershire
* To Endimion Porter
* To the Qveene, entertain'd at night by the Countesse of Anglesey
* In remembrance of Master William Shakespeare
* To the Lady Bridget Kingsmill; sent with Mellons after a report of my Death
* To the King on New-yeares day 1630: Ode
* To the Qveene, presented with a suit, in the behalfe of F. S. directed, From Orpheus Prince of Poets, To the Queene of Light; In favour of a young listner to his Harpe
* To the Lord B. in performance of a vow, that night to write to him
* To Endimion Porter
* Ieffereidos, or the Captivitie of Jeffery
** Canto the first.
** Canto the second.
* For the Lady, Olivia Porter
* To I. C. Rob'd by his Man ANDREW
* To the Earle of Portland, Lord Treasurer; on the mariage of his Sonne
* THE QVEENE, returning to London after a long absence
* To I. W. Vpon the death of his Mistresse
* To Endimion Porter
* Epitaph, on I. Walker
* To Doctor Cademan, Physitian to the Queene
* To Endimion Porter, When my Comedy (call'd the Wits) was presented at Black-Fryars
* In celebration of the yearely Preserver of the Games at COTSWALD
* On the Death of the Lady Marquesse of WINCHESTER
* To Endimion Porter, upon his recovery from a long Sicknesse
* Vpon the nuptials of Charles
* Prologue to a reviv'd Play of Mr Fletcher's
* To Endimion Porter, passing to Court to him, by water
* Elegie on B. Haselrick, slaine in's youth, in a Duell
* To the Qveene, upon a New-yeares day
* Elegie, on Francis, Earle of Rutland
* To Endimion Porter
* To the Countesse of Carlile, on the death of the Earle her Husband
* Epilogue, To Love and Honor, A Tragicomedy
* Epilogue, To a Vacation Play at the Globe
* To the Qveene, upon a New-yeares day
* To Edward Earle of Dorcet, after his Sicknesse, and happy recovery
* Written, When Collonell Goring Was beleev'd to be slaine, at the siege of Breda
* To the Lord Cary of Lepington, upon his translation of Malvezzi
* To Henry Jarmin
* To Tho: Carew
* To Doctor Duppa, Deane of Christ-Church, and Tutor to the Prince
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# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Elegie, on Francis, Earle of Rutland

Elegie, On Francis, Earle of Rutland.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Elizium. To the Duchesse of Buckingham

Elizium.
To the Duchesse of
Bvckingham.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Epilogue, To Love and Honor, A Tragicomedy

Epilogue, TO LOVE and HONOR, A Tragicomedy.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Ieffereidos, or the Captivitie of Jeffery

Ieffereidos, Or the Captivitie of Jeffery.
Canto the first.
Ieffereidos, Or the Captivitie of Jeffery.
Canto the second.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/A Journey into Worcestershire

A Journey into Worcestershire.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Elegie on B. Haselrick, slaine in's youth, in a Duell

Elegie on B. Haselrick, slaine in's youth, in a Duell.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Epilogue, To a Vacation Play at the Globe

Epilogue, To a Vacation Play at the Globe.
The speaker enter'd with a Sword drawne.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/Epitaph, on I. Walker

Epitaph, on I. Walker.
# Madagascar; with Other Poems/For the Lady, Olivia Porter

For the Lady, Olivia Porter.
A present, upon a New-yeares day.
# Mary Louise

Mary Louise Burrows is a fifteen-year-old girl with unusual maturity (though the other girls in her boarding school find her somewhat priggish). When confronted with the fact that her grandfather is suspected of treason against the United States, she runs away from school, hoping to meet him and be able to prove his innocence. But she doesn't know where to run, or whom to approach.
Mary Louise
By Edith Van Dyne
Author of "Aunt Jane's Nieces Series," "The Darling Twins," etc.
The Reilly & Britton Co. Chicago

### CONTENTS

    To Young Readers
CHAPTER
* JUST AN ARGUMENT
* GRAN'PA JIM
* A SURPRISE
* SHIFTING SANDS
* OFFICIAL INVESTIGATION
* UNDER A CLOUD
* THE ESCAPE
* A FRIENDLY FOE
* OFFICER O'GORMAN
* RATHER QUEER INDEED
* MARY LOUISE MEETS IRENE
* A CHEERFUL COMRADE
* BUB SUCCUMBS TO FORCE
* A CALL FROM AGATHA LORD
* BUB'S HOBBY
* THE STOLEN BOOK
* THE HIRED GIRL
* MARY LOUISE GROWS SUSPICIOUS
* AN ARTFUL CONFESSION
* DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND
* BAD NEWS
* THE FOLKS AT BIGBEE'S
* A KISS FROM JOSIE
* FACING THE TRUTH
* SIMPLE JUSTICE
* THE LETTER
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# Maurice Guest/Part II

O viva morte, e dilettoso male!
* Part II, Chapter I
* Part II, Chapter II
* Part II, Chapter III
* Part II, Chapter IV
* Part II, Chapter V
* Part II, Chapter VI
* Part II, Chapter VII
* Part II, Chapter VIII
* Part II, Chapter IX
* Part II, Chapter X
* Part II, Chapter XI
* Part II, Chapter XII
* Part II, Chapter XIII
# Magone v. Rosenstein/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
142 U.S. 604
Magone v. Rosenstein
Plaintiff had imported some parlor and safety matches, and the duties in dispute were levied on the small, thin, wood boxes in which they were put up. On each box was a prepared surface, to be used in igniting the matches. On account of this surface, it was claimed that the boxes were dutiable under the proviso of Act Cong. March 3, 1883, § 7, (22 St. p. 523,) declaring that, in determining the amount of customs duties for which goods are liable, the usual and necessary boxes or coverings of any kind in which they are imported shall not be taken into consideration: provided, that if any coverings be designed for use otherwise than in the bona fide transportation of goods to the United States the same shall be subject to an ad valorem duty of 100 per cent.
Asst. Atty. Gen. Maury, for plaintiff in error.
H. Aplington and Nelson Smith, for defendant in error.
THE CHIEF JUSTICE.
The judgment is affirmed upon the authority of Oberteuffer v. Robertson, 116 U.S. 499, 6 Sup. Ct. Rep.

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# Magowan v. New York Belting Packing Company

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United States Supreme Court
141 U.S. 332
Magowan v. New York Belting Packing Company
F. C. Lowthorp, Jr., for appellants.
B. F. Lee and W. H. Lee, for appellee.
Mr. Justice BLATCHFORD delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Magpies in Picardy

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* "Magpies in Picardy", a poem by Theodore Percival Cameron Wilson
* Magpies in Picardy (1919) by Theodore Percival Cameron Wilson
# Men-at-the-Bar/Baily, Walter

​Baily, Walter, M.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1863, H.M.'s inspector of schools since 1871, a student of Lincoln's Inn 30 Oct., 1858 (then aged 21), called to the bar 30 April, 1862 (only son of John Baily, Esq., Q.C., a master of the bench); born , 1837.
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