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# The "Bab" Ballads/Lorenzo de Lardy

LORENZO DE LARDY.
DALILAH DE DARDY adored
 An officer, late of the Guards,
Lorenzo de Lardy, a lord—
A personal friend of the Bard's.
Dalilah de Dardy was fat,
Dalilah de Dardy was old,
(No doubt in the world about that)
But Dalilah de Dardy had gold.   Lorenzo de Lardy was tall,
The flower of maidenly pets,
Young ladies would love at his call, But Lorenzo de Lardy had debts.
His money-position was queer, And one of his favourite freaks
Was to hide himself three times a year
In Paris, for several weeks.
Many days didn't pass him before
He fanned himself into a flame, For a beautiful "Dam du Comptwore,"
And this was her singular name:
Alice Eulalie Coraline Euphrosine Colombina Thérèse Juliette Stephanie Celestine Charlotte Russe de la Sauce Mayonnaise.
She booked all the orders and tin,
Accoutred in showy fal-lal,
At a two-fifty Restaurant, in
The glittering Palais Royal.
He'd gaze in her orbit of blue,
Her hand he would tenderly squeeze,
But the words of her tongue that he knew
Were limited strictly to these:
"Coraline Celestine Eulalie,
Houp là! Je vous aime, oui, mossoo,
Combien donnez moi aujourd' hui
Bonjour, Mademoiselle, parlez voo."
Mademoiselle de la Sauce Mayonnaise
Was a witty and beautiful miss,
Extremely correct in her ways, But her English consisted of this:—   "Oh my! pretty man, if you please,
Blom boodin, biftek, currie lamb,
Bouldogue, two franc half, quite ze cheese,
Rosbif, me spik Angleesh godam."
He'd gaze in her eyes all the day,
Admiring their sparkle and dance,
And list while she rattled away
In the musical accents of France.
A waiter, for seasons before,
Had basked in her beautiful gaze,
And burnt to dismember Milor,
He loved De la Sauce Mayonnaise.
He said to her, "Méchante Thérèse, Avec désespoir tu m'accables,
Pense tu, De la Sauce Mayonnaise,
Ses intentions sont honorables.
"Flirtez toujours, ma belle, si tu oses—
Je me vengerai ainsi, ma chère,
Je le dirai de quoi on compose
Vol au vent à la Financière!"
Lord Lardy knew nothing of this—
The waiter's devotion ignored,
But he gazed on the beautiful miss,
And never seemed weary or bored.
The waiter would screw up his nerve,
His fingers he'd snap and he'd dance— And Lord Lardy would smile and observe,
"How strange are the customs of France!"
Well, after delaying a space,
His tradesmen no longer would wait:
Returning to England apace,
He yielded himself to his fate.
Lord Lardy espoused, with a groan,
Miss Dardy's developing charms,
And agreed to tag on to his own,
Her name and her newly-found arms.
The waiter he knelt at the toes
Of an ugly and thin coryphée, Who danced in the hindermost rows
At the Théatre des Variétés.
Mademoiselle de la Sauce Mayonnaise Didn't yield to a gnawing despair, But married a soldier, and plays
As a pretty and pert Vivandière.
# The "Bab" Ballads/The Bishop and the Busman

THE BISHOP AND THE BUSMAN.
IT was a Bishop bold,
 And London was his see,
He was short and stout and round about,
And zealous as could be.
It also was a Jew,
Who drove a Putney bus— For flesh of swine however fine
He did not care a cuss.
His name was Hash Baz Ben
And Jedediah too,
And Solomon and Zabulon—
This bus-directing Jew.
The Bishop said, said he,
"I'll see what I can do
To Christianize and make you wise,
You poor benighted Jew."
So every blessed day
That bus he rode outside,
From Fulham town, both up and down,
And loudly thus he cried:—
"His name is Hash Baz Ben,
And Jedediah too,
And Solomon and Zabulon—
This bus-directing Jew."
At first the busman smiled,
And rather liked the fun—
He merely smiled, that Hebrew child, And said, "Eccentric one!"
And gay young dogs would wait
To see the bus go by
(These gay young dogs in striking togs)
To hear the Bishop cry:—
"Observe his grisly beard
His race it clearly shows,
He sticks no fork in ham or pork—
Observe, my friends, his nose."
"His name is Hash Baz Ben,
And Jedediah, too,
And Solomon and Zabulon—
This bus-directing Jew."
But though at first amused,
Yet after seven years, This Hebrew child got awful riled,
And busted into tears.
He really almost feared
To leave his poor abode,
His nose, and name, and beard became
A byword on that road.
At length he swore an oath,
The reason he would know—
"I'll call and see why ever he
Does persecute me so."
The good old bishop sat
On his ancestral chair,
The busman came, sent up his name,
And laid his grievance bare.
"Benighted Jew," he said,
(And chuckled loud with joy)
"Be Christian, you, instead of Jew—
Become a Christian boy.
"I'll ne'er annoy you more."
"Indeed?" replied the Jew.
"Shall I be freed?" "You will, indeed!"
Then "Done!" said he, "with you!"
The organ which, in man,
Between the eyebrows grows,
Fell from his face, and in its place
He found a Christian nose.
His tangled Hebrew beard,
Which to his waist came down,
Was now a pair of whiskers fair—
His name, Adolphus Brown.
He wedded in a year,
That prelate's daughter Jane;
He's grown quite fair—has auburn hair— His wife is far from plain.
# The "Bab" Ballads/John and Freddy

JOHN AND FREDDY.
JOHN courted lovely Mary Ann,
 So likewise did his brother Freddy.
Fred was a very soft young man,
 While John, though quick, was most unsteady.
Young Fred had grace all men above,
 But John was very much the strongest.
"Oh, dance," said she, "to win my love—
 I'll marry him who dances longest."
John tries the maiden's taste to strike
 With gay, grotesque, outrageous dresses,
And dances comically, like
 Clodoche and Co., at the Princess's.
But Freddy tries another style,
 He knows some graceful steps and does 'em— A breathing Poem—Woman's smile—
 A man all poesy and buzzem.
Now Freddy's operatic pas—
 Now Johnny's hornpipe seems entrapping:
Now Freddy's graceful entrechats—
 Now Johnny's skilful "cellar-flapping."
For many hours—for many days—  For many weeks performed each brother.
For each was active in his ways,
 And neither would give in to t'other.
After a month of this, they say
 (The maid was getting bored and moody)
A wandering curate passed that way
 And talked a lot of goody-goody.
"Oh, my," said he, with solemn frown,
 "I tremble for each dancing frater,
Like unregenerated clown
 And harlequin at some thee-ayter."
He showed that men, in dancing, do
 Both impiously and absurdly,
And proved his proposition true,
 With Firstly, Secondly, and Thirdly.
For months both John and Freddy danced,
 The curate's protests little heeding;
For months the curate's words enhanced
 The sinfulness of their proceeding.
At length they bowed to Nature's rule—  Their steps grew feeble and unsteady, Till Freddy fainted on a stool,  And Johnny on the top of Freddy.
"Decide!" quoth they, "let him be named,
 Who henceforth as his wife may rank you."
"I've changed my views," the maiden said,
 "I only marry curates, thank you!"
Says Freddy, "Here is goings on!
 To bust myself with rage I'm ready."
"I'll be a curate," whispers John—  "And I," exclaimed poetic Freddy.
But while they read for it, these chaps,
 The curate booked the maiden bonny—
And when she's buried him, perhaps,
 She'll marry Frederick or Johnny.
# The "Bab" Ballads/Sir Macklin

SIR MACKLIN.
OF all the youths I ever saw
None were so wicked, vain, or silly.
So lost to shame and Sunday law
As worldly Tom, and Bob, and Billy.   For every Sabbath day they walked
(Such was their gay and thoughtless natur)
In parks or gardens, where they talked
From three to six, or even later.
Sir Macklin was a priest severe
In conduct and in conversation,
It did a sinner good to hear
Him deal in ratiocination.
He could in every action show
Some sin, and nobody could doubt him.
He argued high, he argued low,
He also argued round about him.
He wept to think each thoughtless youth
Contained of wickedness a skinful,
And burnt to teach the awful truth,
That walking out on Sunday's sinful.
"Oh, youths," said he, "I grieve to find
The course of life you've been and hit on— Sit down," said he, "and never mind
The pennies for the chairs you sit on.
"My opening head is 'Kensington,'
How walking there the sinner hardens,
Which when I have enlarged upon,
I go to 'Secondly'—its 'Gardens.'
"My 'Thirdly' comprehendeth 'Hyde,'
Of Secresy the guilts and shameses;
My 'Fourthly'—'Park'—its verdure wide—
My 'Fifthly' comprehends 'St. James's.'
"That matter settled I shall reach
The 'Sixthly' in my solemn tether,
And show that what is true of each,
Is also true of all, together.
"Then I shall demonstrate to you,
According to the rules of Whately,
That what is true of all, is true
Of each, considered separately."
In lavish stream his accents flow,
Tom, Bob, and Billy dare not flout him;
He argued high, he argued low,
He also argued round about him.   "Ha, ha!" he said, "you loathe your ways,
You writhe at these, my words of warning,
In agony your hands you raise."
(And so they did, for they were yawning.)
To "Twenty-firstly" on they go.
The lads do not attempt to scout him;
He argued high, he argued low,
He also argued round about him.   "Ho, ho!" he cries, "you bow your crests—
My eloquence has set you weeping;
In shame you bend upon your breasts!"
(And so they did, for they were sleeping.)
He proved them this—he proved them that— This good but wearisome ascetic;
He jumped and thumped upon his hat,
He was so very energetic.
His Bishop at this moment chanced
To pass, and found the road encumbered;
He noticed how the Churchman danced,
And how his congregation slumbered.
The hundred and eleventh head
The priest completed of his stricture;
"Oh, bosh!" the worthy Bishop said,
And walked him off, as in the picture.
# The Altar of the Dead

* "The Altar of the Dead" in Terminations (London: William Heinemann, 1895): 201–260.
    — English issue of the first book edition
* "The Altar of the Dead" in Terminations (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1895): 185–242.
    — American issue of the first book edition.
* "The Altar of the Dead" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 17: 3–58.
    — The "New York Edition"; revised for publication by James; this is the last revised version published in James' lifetime.
* The Altar of the Dead (London: Martin Secker, 1915)
    — Part of "The Uniform Tales of Henry James"; uses the New York Edition text.
* "The Altar of the Dead" in The Altar of the Dead, The Beast in the Jungle, The Birthplace, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan & Co., 1922): 3–51.
    — Volume 22 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the "New York Edition" text.
# The Altar of the Dead (unsourced edition)

* Author's preface to 1909 edition
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Alpine Sheep

When on my ear your loss was knelled,  And tender sympathy upburst, A little spring from memory welled,  Which once had quenched my bitter thirst.
And I was fain to bear to you  A portion of its mild relief, That it might be as healing dew,  To steal some fever from your grief.
After our child's untroubled breath  Up to the Father took its way, And on our home the shade of Death  Like a long twilight haunting lay,
And friends came round, with us to weep  Her little spirit's swift remove, The story of the Alpine sheep  Was told to us by one we love.
They, in the valley's sheltering care,  Soon crop the meadow's tender prime, And when the sod grows brown and bare,  The shepherd strives to make them climb
To airy shelves of pasture green,  That hang along the mountain's side, Where grass and flowers together lean,  And down through mist the sunbeams slide.
But naught can tempt the timid things  The steep and rugged paths to try, Though sweet the shepherd calls and sings,  And seared below the pastures lie,
Till in his arms their lambs he takes,  Along the dizzy verge to go; Then, heedless of the rifts and breaks,  They follow on, o'er rock and snow.
And in those pastures, lifted fair,  More dewy-soft than lowland mead, The shepherd drops his tender care,  And sheep and lamps together feed.
This parable, by Nature breathed,  Blew on me as the south-wind free O'er frozen brooks, that flow unsheathed  From icy thraldom to the sea.
A blissful vision, through the night,  Would all my happy senses sway, Of the good Shepherd on the height,  Of climbing up the starry way,
Holding our little lamp asleep,—  While, like the murmur of the sea, Sounded that voice along the deep,  Saying, "Arise and follow me!"
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Altar of the Dead, The Beast in the Jungle, The Birthplace, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan, 1922)/The Jolly Corner

THE JOLLY CORNER
* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
# Talmud (Rodkinson)/Book 1/Dedication

See also: Explanatory Remarks
TO
EDWIN R. A. SELIGMAN, PH.D.
PROFESSOR OF POLITICAL SCIENCE AT COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY
IN RECOGNITION OF
HIS WARM INTEREST AND VALUABLE SERVICES IN PROMOTING THE STUDY OF LITERATURE, AND HIS GREAT INSTRUMENTALITY IN ASSISTING YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN TO BROADEN THEIR MINDS, AND REACH A HIGHER SOCIAL PLANE, AND FOR HIS MANY WORKS FOR THE COMMUNAL WELFARE, ESPECIALLY THOSE IN BEHALF OF THE
EDUCATIONAL ALLIANCE
THIS VOLUME IS MOST RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE EDITOR AND TRANSLATOR
MICHAEL L. RODKINSON.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/I had a little Nut Tree

I ·HAD·A·LITTLE· NVT·TREE
I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me. And all for the sake of my little nut-tree.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/King Arthur

KING ARTHUR
1.When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king— He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag pudding.
2.A bag pudding the Queen did make, And stuffed it well with plums, And in it put great lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs.
3.The King and Queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside, And what they could not eat that night The Queen next morning fried.
A R
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/King Cole

·KING· ·COLE·
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Ev'ry fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, tweedle deee, Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three, O there's none so rare as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Little Jack Horner

·LITTLE·IACK·HORNER·
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Dr. Faustus

DR· FAVSTVS
Doctor Faustus was a good man, He whipt his scholars now and then; When he whipt he made them dance Out of England into France; Out of France into Spain. And then he whipt them back again.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Girls and Boys

GIRLS $^{AND}$ BOYS
1.Girls and boys come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day: Leave your supper, and leave your sleep; Come to your playfellows in the street;
2.Come with a whoop, and come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A penny loaf will serve you all.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Jack and Jill

JACK $^{AND}$ JILL
Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/I saw Three Ships

I SAW THREE SHIPS
1.I saw three ships some sailing by, Sailing by, sailing by, I saw three ships come sailing by, On New-year's Day in the morning.
2.And what do you think was in them then, In them then, in them then, And what do you think was in them then, On New-year's Day in the morning?
3.Three pretty girls were in them then, In them then, in them then, Three pretty girls were in them then, On New-year's Day in the morning.
4.And one could whistle, and one could sing, The other play on the violin; Such joy there was at my wedding, On New-year's Day in the morning.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Lavender's Blue

·LAVENDER'S·BLUE·
Lavender's blue, diddle, diddle! Lavender's green; When I am king, diddle, diddle! You shall be queen.
2.Call up your men, diddle, diddle! Set them to work; Some to the plough, diddle, diddle! Some to the cart.
3.Some to make hay, diddle, diddle! Some to cut corn; While you and I, diddle, diddle! Keep ourselves warm.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Hush-a-by Baby

·HVSH-A-BY BABY··
Hush-a-by baby on the treetop, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall— Down comes baby, cradle and all!
# The Amateur's Greenhouse and Conservatory

THE
AMATEUR'S GREENHOUSE
and
CONSERVATORY;
A HANDY GUIDE TO
THE CONSTRUCTION AND MANAGEMENT OF PLANT-HOUSES, AND THE SELECTION, CULTIVATION, AND IMPROVEMENT OF ORNAMENTAL GREENHOUSE AND CONSERVATORY PLANTS.
by
SHIRLEY HIBBERD,
AUTHOR OF ‘RUSTIC ADORNMENTS FOR HOMES OF TASTE,’
‘BRAMBLES AND BAY LEAVES,’ ETC.
Illustrated with Coloured Plates and Wood Engravings.
LONDON:
GROOMBRIDGE AND SONS,
5, PATERNOSTER ROW.
MDCCCLXXIII.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Altered River

* The Altered River from The Keepsake, 1829.
* The Altered River from The Vow of the Peacock and Other Poems/, 1835.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Beryl

Edition of 1879. See also Beryl on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ BERYL (Gr. βήρυλλος), a mineral composed of silica 66.8, alumina 19.1, glucina 14.1 = 100. The union of the emerald and beryl in one species, which Pliny says was suggested in his time, was first recognized on crystallographic grounds by De Lisle, and more satisfactorily through measurements of angles by Haüy, and chemically by Vauquelin. The beryl, emerald or smaragd, and aquamarine are all the same mineral species, and only distinguished from each other by their blue and yellow shades of green, or by the delicacy of the crystals. The beryl is sometimes also white. The emerald is more transparent and of finer colors than the beryl, and makes a handsomer gem. Aquamarine is a beautiful sea-green variety. The brilliant green color of the emerald is due to the presence of a minute quantity of oxide of chromium; beryl and aquamarine derive their colors from the oxide of iron. The beryl crystallizes in regular 6-sided prisms, which are often striated with longitudinal channels. Its hardness, rated at 7.5 to 8 on the mineralogical scale, is less than that of topaz and greater than that of quartz. Its specific gravity is 2.7. The crystals are found in metamorphic limestones, in slate, mica schist, gneiss, and granite rocks, generally as single crystals or in clusters, rather than in veins. There are many celebrated localities of gigantic beryls and beautiful emeralds in various parts of the world. Upper Egypt produced the mineral in ancient times, and it is still found in the mica slate of Mount Zabarah. Siberia, Hindostan, Limousin in France, Peru, and Colombia have all furnished splendid emeralds. The largest beryls known have been found in Acworth and Grafton, New Hampshire, and in Royalston, Massachusetts. One from Grafton measures 4 ft. 3 in. in length, 32 in. through in one direction and 22 in another transverse, and weighs 2,900 lbs. Another is estimated to weigh nearly 2½ tons, measuring 45 in. through in one direction and 24 in. in another. A crystal in the museum at Stockholm, found in Sweden, is considered to be the largest in Europe; it weighs 80 lbs. The value of the specimens is not at all dependent on their size. The large crystals are of coarse texture and feeble lustre, and possess no beauty. As the beryl expands by heat in a direction perpendicular to the principal axis, and contracts on the line of the axis, there is a point where the expansion and contraction exactly neutralize each other, and a section across this would maintain a constant length. Soleil recommends the cutting of prisms in conformity with this direction, to be used as normal units of measurement.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Berytus

Edition of 1879. See also the disclaimer.
​ BERYTUS. See Beyrout.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Becker, Rudolf Zacharias

Edition of 1879. See also Rudolf Zacharias Becker on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
BECKER, Rudolf Zacharias, a German author, born at Erfurt, April 9, 1752, died March 28, 1822. He studied theology at Jena, and became a teacher and journalist at Dessau, and eventually at Gotha, where the wide circulation of his writings led him in 1797 to establish a publishing house. Over 500,000 copies of his Noth- und Hülfsbüchlein, oder lehrreiche Freuden- und Trauergeschichte des Dorfes Mildheim (Gotha, 1787-'98), were sold within a few years in Germany and in foreign translations. He made a valuable addition to German art by his edition of Holzschnitte alter deutscher Meister (1808-'16). In 1814 appeared Becker's Leiden und Freuden in siebenzehnmonatlicher französischer Gefangenschaft, a narrative of his imprisonment by the French (1811-'13) on account of his alleged conspiracy against Napoleon.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Bernalillo

Edition of 1879. See also Bernalillo County, New Mexico on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ BERNALILLO, an E. central county of New Mexico, divided into two portions by the S. projection of San Miguel county, the E. portion bordering on Texas; area, about 3,000 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 7,591. The W. portion is intersected by the Rio Grande del Norte and Rio Puerco, and is skirted by the Rio de San José. In this portion are the Sandia and other mountains. The chief productions in 1870 were 18,300 bushels of wheat, 31,505 of Indian corn, 14,080 gallons of wine, and 166,960 lbs. of wool. There were 373 horses, 509 mules and asses, 622 milch cows, 2,016 other cattle, 126,010 sheep, and 446 swine. Capital, Albuquerque.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Bermudez, Geronimo

Edition of 1879. See also Jerónimo Bermúdez on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ BERMUDEZ, Geronimo, a Spanish poet, born in Galicia about 1530, died about 1589. He belonged to the order of St. Dominic, and was professor of theology at Salamanca. He published at Madrid in 1577, under the name of Antonio de Silva, two tragedies upon the subject of Inez de Castro, Nise Lastimosa and Nise Laureada. The former is much the finer poem, and has passages of great poetical merit. He also published a poem originally written in Latin, and translated by himself into Spanish, entitled La Hesperoida, of which the duke of Alva was the hero.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Becker, Karl Friedrich

Edition of 1879. See also Karl Friedrich Becker on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
BECKER, Karl Friedrich, a German historian, born in Berlin in 1777, died there, March 15, 1806. He studied in Berlin and Halle, became a teacher, and published Weltgeschichte für Kinder und Kinderlehrer (9 vols., Berlin, 1801-'5). Woltmann added to this series a 10th volume, and A. Menzel two more; and Adolf Schmidt's edition of 1860-'67 contains 20 volumes, including Arnd's Geschichte der letzten vierzig Jahre and its continuations to 1867. The same author's Geschichte der Jahre 1867-1871 (1st vol., 1872) is also to serve as a supplement. Becker's original nine volumes continue to be the most popular part of the work, especially among juvenile readers. Equally attractive for the young are his three volumes of Erzählungen aus der alten Welt (Halle, 1801-'3; 4th vol. by Günther, 1842, containing Die Perserkriege; 9th and revised ed. by Eckstein, 1857).