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# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Coughlan, Cornelius

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​Coughlan, Cornelius, V.C. Mutiny Veteran; s. of Edward Coughlan; b. 1828; educ; at Eyrecourt, Co. Galway; served as Private, Corporal, Sergeant, Colour-Sergeant and Serg-Major in the 75th regt. for 21 years, and as Serg-Major in the Connaught Rangers for 21 years; was present at the siege of Delhi (when he won V.C. for acts of bravery), and relief of Lucknow. Address: Altamount Street, Westport, Co. Mayo, Ireland,
# The Harp-Weaver/Say what you will

XI
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find
The roots of last year’s roses in my breast; I am as surely riper in my mind As if the fruit stood in the stalls confessed. Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will, Call me in all things what I was before, A flutterer in the wind, a woman still; I tell you I am what I was and more. My branches weigh me down, frost cleans the air, My sky is black with small birds bearing south ; Say what you will, confuse me with fine care, Put by my word as but an April truth— Autumn is no less on me that a rose Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
# The Harp-Weaver/Pity me not

VI
Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From field and thicket as the year goes by; Pity me not the waning of the moon, Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea, Nor that a man’s desire is hushed so soon, And you no longer look with love on me. This have I known always: Love is no more Than the wide blossom which the wind assails, Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales; Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
# The Harp-Weaver/Scrub

SCRUB
If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the mouth; If I make of my drawn boughs An inhospitable house, Out of which I never pry Towards the water and the sky, Under which I stand and hide And hear the day go by outside; It is that a wind too strong Bent my back when I was young, It is that I fear the rain Lest it blister me again.
# The Harp-Weaver/She had forgotten

X
She had forgotten how the August night
Was level as a lake beneath the moon, In which she swam a little, losing sight Of shore; and how the boy, that was at noon Simple enough, not different from the rest, Wore now a pleasant mystery as he went, Which seemed to her an honest enough test Whether she loved him, and she was content. So loud, so loud the million crickets’ choir . . . So sweet the night, so long-drawn-out and late . . . And if the man were not her spirit’s mate, Why was her body sluggish with desire? Stark on the open field the moonlight fell, But the oak tree’s shadow was deep and black and secret as a well.
# The Harp-Weaver/She filled her arms with wood

III
She filled her arms with wood, and set her chin Forward, to hold the highest stick in place, No less afraid than she had always been Of spiders up her arms and on her face, But too impatient for a careful search Or a less heavy loading, from the heap Selecting hastily small sticks of birch, For their curled bark, that instantly will leap Into a blaze, nor thinking to return Some day, distracted, as of old, to find Smooth, heavy, round, green logs with a wet, gray rind Only, and knotty chunks that will not burn, (That day when dust is on the wood-box floor, And some old catalogue, and a brown, shriveled apple core).
# The Harp-Weaver/Nuit Blanche

NUIT BLANCHE
I am a shepherd of those sheep
That climb a wall by night,
One after one, until I sleep, Or the black pane goes white. Because of which I cannot see A flock upon a hill, But doubts come tittering up to me That should by day be still And childish griefs I have outgrown Into my eyes are thrust, Till my dull tears go dropping down Like lead into the dust.
# The Harp-Weaver/Oh, oh, you will be sorry

VIII
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, “What a big book for such a little bead!” Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink! Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. I never again shall tell you what I think. I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly; You will not catch me reading any more: I shall be called a wife to pattern by; And some day when you knock and push the door, Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy. I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
# The Harp-Weaver/One way there was

VII
One way there was of muting in the mind
A little while the ever-clamorous care; And there was rapture, of a decent kind, In making mean and ugly objects fair: Soft-sooted kettle-bottoms, that had been Time after time set in above the fire, Faucets, and candlesticks, corroded green, To mine again from quarry; to attire The shelves in paper petticoats, and tack New oilcloth in the ringed-and-rotten’s place, Polish the stove till you could see your face, And after nightfall rear an aching back In a changed kitchen, bright as a new pin, An advertisement, far too fine to cook a supper in.
# The Harp-Weaver/She had a horror

XIV
She had a horror he would die at night. And sometimes when the light began to fade She could not keep from noticing how white The birches looked—and then she would be afraid, Even with a lamp, to go about the house And lock the windows; and as night wore on Toward morning, if a dog howled, or a mouse Squeaked in the floor, long after it was gone Her flesh would sit awry on her. By day She would forget somewhat, and it would seem A silly thing to go with just this dream And get a neighbor to come at night and stay. But it would strike her sometimes, making the tea: She had kept that kettle boiling all night long for company.
# The Harp-Weaver/She let them leave their jellies

VIII
She let them leave their jellies at the door
And go away, reluctant, down the walk. She heard them talking as they passed before The blind, but could not quite make out their talk For noise in the room—the sudden heavy fall And roll of a charred log, and the roused shower Of snapping sparks; then sharply from the wall The unforgivable crowing of the hour. One instant set ajar, her quiet ear Was stormed and forced by the full rout of day: The rasp of a saw, the fussy cluck and bray Of hens, the wheeze of a pump, she needs must hear; She inescapably must endure to feel Across her teeth the grinding of a backing wagon wheel.
# The Endeavour Journal of Sir Joseph Banks/Specimens of language

| | South Sea | Malay | Java | Princes Island |
| 1. | Matta | Majta | Moto | Mata an Eye |
| 2. | Maa | Macan | Mangan to eat |
| 3. | Einu | Menum | Gnumbe to drink |
| 4. | Matte | Matte | Matte to kill |
| 5. | Outou | Coutou a louse |
| 6. | Euwa | Udian | Udan Rain |
| 7. | Owhe | | | Awe Bambu cane |
| 8. | Eu | | Sousou Sousou a Breast |
| 9. | Mannu | | Mannu | Mannuk a bird |
| 10. | Eyea | Ican | Iwa a fish |
| 11. | Uta | Utan inland |
| 12. | Tapoa | | Tapaan the foot |
| 13. | Tooura | Udang | Urang a lobster |
| 14. | Eufwhe | Ubi | Uwe Yams |
| 15. | Etannou | Tannam | Tandour to bury |
| 16. | Enammou | Gnammuck a Muscheto |
| 17. | Hearu | Garru | Garu to scratch |
| 18. | Taro | Tallas | Talas cocos roots |
| 19. | Outou | | | Sungoot the mouth |
| 20. | Eto | | | Tao sugar cane |
| S. | Sea | Malay | Java | Princes Isle | Madagascar |
| 1. | Tahie | Satou | Sigi | Hegie | Ifse |
| 2. | Rua | Dua | Lorou | Dua | Rua |
| 3. | Torou | Tiga | Tullu | Tollu | Tellou |
| 4. | Haa | Ampat | Pappat | Opat | Effats |
| 5. | Rima | Lima | Limo | Limah | Limi |
| 6. | Wheney | Annam | Nunnam | Gunnap | Ene |
| 7. | Hetu | Tudju | Petu | Tudju | Fitou |
| 8. | Waru | Delapan | Wolo | Delapan | Walou |
| 9. | Iva | Sembilan | Songo | Salapan | Sivi |
| 10. | Ahouroo | Sapoulou | Sapoulou | Sapoulou | Fourou |
| 11. | Matahie | Sabilas | Suvalas |
| 12. | Marua | Dubilas | Roalas |
| 20. | Tahie Taou | Duapoulou | Rompoulou |
| 100. | Rima Taou | Saratus | Satus | Satus |
| 200. | Mannu | dua ratus | Rongatus |
| 1000. | Lima mannu | Soreboo | Seawo | Seawo |
| 2000. | Mannu Tine |
The Madagascar language has also som[e] words similar to Malay words, as ouron the nose, in Malay Erung Lala, the tongue Lida Tang, the hand Tangan Taan, the ground Tanna.
From this similitude of language Between the inhabitants of the Eastern Indies and the Islands in the South Sea I should have venturd to conjecture much did not Madagascar interfere; and how any Communication can ever have been carried between Madagascar and Java to make the Brown long haird people of the latter speak a language similar to that the Black wooly headed natives of the other is I confess far beyond my comprehension-- unless the Egyptian Learning running in two courses, one through Africa the other through Asia, might introduce the same words, and what is still more probable Numerical terms, into the languages of people who never had any communication with each other. But this point requiring a depth of knowledge in Antiquities I must leave to Antiquarians to discuss.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Radford, Colonel Oswald Claude

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​Radford, Colonel Oswald Claude, C.B., C.I.E. (1900); s. of late James Radford; b. 1850; joined service in the Army (25th Regiment), 1871; transferred to B.S.C., 1877; Jowaki Expedition, 1877-8, Afghan War, 1879; Miranzai Expedition, 1891; Waziristan Expedition, 1894-95; China Expedition, 1900; Kel Expedition, 1902; Commanding 4th Punjab Infantry (with rank of Lt.-Colonel); retired, 1910. Address: Claremont, Berley, Kent.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Rafiq, Hon’ble Mr. Mahammad

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​Rafiq, Hon’ble Mr. Mahammad, B.A., Bar-at-Law, Judge, High Court, U.P. (retired); joined service as Judge, Court of Small Causes, Lucknow, 1892; became District and Sessions Judge, 1899; Additional Judicial Commissioner, 1909; Judge, Chief Court, U.P. 1912; retired, 1913. Address: Allahabad, U.P., India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Raghavayya, Todla

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​Raghavayya, Todla, Rao Bahadur (1900), acting Secretary, Board of Revenue (Revenue Settlement, Land Records and Agriculture), Madras; b. 1872; joined service as Deputy Collector, 1893; served in that capacity in Chingleput, Trichinopoly, Tinnevelly, Coimbatore, Nellore, etc; appointed as Assistant Secretary, Board of Revenue, Madras 1903; Special Forest Settlement Officer, 1904; Revenue Officer, Madras Corporation, 1908-11; acted as President, Madras Corporation from 4th to 23rd September, 1911; Offg. Collector, Nellore, 1913; acting Secretary, Board of Revenue, Madras, 1914. Address: Luz Church Road, Mylapore, Madras, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Radhanpar, Nawab of; H.H. Jalal-ud-din Khan, Bismilla Khan

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​Radhanpar, Nawab of; H.H. Jalal-ud-din Khan, Bismilla Khan, Rai Bahadur; s. of late Nawab Muhammad Bismilla Khan Bahadur; b. 1899; educ: Rajkot Rajkumar College; the relations of this State with the British Government commenced in 1830 when an agreement was entered into whereby the Nawab agreed to pay tribute to the British and the latter guaranteed the protection of the Nawab; area of the State, 1,150 square miles; population, 70,000; the family has been allowed to adopt by a Sanad granted by Government; the Nawab enjoys first class powers in his State and is entitled to a salute of 11 guns. Address: Radhanpur, Bombay Presidency, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Raghoprasad Narayan Singh

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​Raghoprasad Narayan Singh, Rai Bahadur (1909), Rais and Honorary Magistrate, Karchanna; Provincial Durbarri and owner of the Baraon sugar factory; constructed a number of wells and other minor works of public utility; Member, Board of Agriculture and Trustee of the Brindabau Temple Estates; Member, the Bharat Dharma Mahamaudal; ​joint General Secretary, Landholders’ Association, Agra; Member, Allahabad District Board. Address: Karchanna, Baraon Estate, Allahabad, U.P., India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Raghunath Rao, Dinkar

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​Raghunath Rao, Dinkar, Rao Raja, Mashir-i-Khan Bahadur, Madur-ul-Muham, Political Secretary, Gwalior State; s. of Raja Sir Dinkar Rao, K.C.S.I., of the Rajawede family; b. 1858; educ: at home; joined the State service as Private Secretary to the late Maharaja; sometime Additional Accountant-General; Famine Commissioner, 1896; Member of Council; Member, Board of Revenue, Gwalior, 1901; 1st class Sardar in Bombay; owns estates in Gird, Tawargar, Amyhora, and Mandsar in Gwalior State, and in the districts of Agra, Benares, Poona, Ahmednagar, Satara and Ratnagiri; his eldest son, Lt.-Col. Ganpat Rao Rajwade, is Adjutant-General of the Gwalior Army, Recreations: Music and Photography. Address: Gwalior, India. Club: Elgin, Gwalior.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Quinn, Henry Osbourne

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​Quinn, Henry Osbourne, I.C.S., Secretary to Government of Bombay; educ: Merchant Taylor’s School, and Trinity Hall, Cambridge: arrived in India, 1885; Assistant Collector and Magistrate; 2nd Assistant, 1893; Administrator, Porbandhar State, 1896; 1st Assistant, 1897; Junior Collector, 1900; Secretary to Government (General, Educational, Marine, and Ecclesiastical Department), 1901. Address: Bombay, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Quinn, John

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​Quinn, John, I.C.S., (retired) educ: Trinity College, Dublin; joined service, 1866; arrived in India and was posted to N.W. Provinces; Deputy Commissioner, Oudh, 1877; Magistrate and Collector, Ballia, 1881; Commissioner, Lucknow, 1884; retired, 1883. Address: c/o India Office, London.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Raghavendra Rao, Purna

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​Raghavendra Rao, Purna, B.A., B.L., Excise Commissioner, Mysore; b. 1869; passed B.A., 1887; B.L., 1891; entered Mysore ​Service as Assistant Private Secretary to H.H. The Maharaja, 1890; Huzur Secretary with the Status of Secretary, 1902; accompanied H.H. the Yuvaraj on his tour to Europe, June 1913; visited Great Britain and Ireland, France, Italy, Belgium and Switzerland and returned, October 1913. Address: Baswangady, Bangalore City, Mysore Province, India.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Raghbir Singh

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​Raghbir Singh, Sardar, b. 1871; descendant of Sirdar Jai Singh who obtained possessions in Ludhiana, Ladhran, Khazrar and Umballa in 1759; his grandfather was on the side of the British in the Mutiny of 1857; served the State of Nabha as judicial Minister; owns 1/12th of the whole Jaghir held by the Ladhran Sirdars both in the Ludhiana and Amritsar districts; holds the office of Adalat-i-Sadr in the Nabha State which brings him a monthly income; has a seat in the Provincial Durbar. Address: Ladhran, Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Obedience in Subjects

269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS.
The gods to kings the judgment give to sway: The subjects only glory to obey.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Of Love. A Sonnet

73. OF LOVE. A SONNET.
How love came in I do not know, Whether by the eye, or ear, or no; Or whether with the soul it came (At first) infused with the same; Whether in part 'tis here or there, Or, like the soul, whole everywhere, This troubles me: but I as well As any other this can tell: That when from hence she does depart The outlet then is from the heart.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Gilly-flowers Begotten

192. ON GILLY-FLOWERS BEGOTTEN.
What was't that fell but now From that warm kiss of ours? Look, look! by love I vow They were two gilly-flowers. Let's kiss and kiss again, For if so be our closes Make gilly-flowers, then I'm sure they'll fashion roses.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Oberon's Feast

293. OBERON'S FEAST.
Shapcot! to thee the fairy state I, with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious and unfamiliar. Take first the feast; these dishes gone, We'll see the Fairy Court anon. A little mushroom table spread, After short prayers, they set on bread; A moon-parch'd grain of purest wheat, With some small glittering grit to eat
His choice bits with; then in a trice They make a feast less great than nice. But all this while his eye is serv'd, We must not think his ear was sterv'd; But that there was in place to stir His spleen, the chirring grasshopper, The merry cricket, puling fly, The piping gnat for minstrelsy. And now we must imagine first, The elves present, to quench his thirst, A pure seed-pearl of infant dew Brought and besweetened in a blue And pregnant violet, which done, His kitling eyes begin to run Quite through the table, where he spies The horns of papery butterflies: Of which he eats, and tastes a little Of that we call the cuckoo's spittle. A little fuzz-ball pudding stands By, yet not blessed by his hands; That was too coarse: but then forthwith He ventures boldly on the pith Of sugar'd rush, and eats the sagg And well-bestrutted bee's sweet bag: Gladding his palate with some store Of emmets' eggs; what would he more? But beards of mice, a newt's stewed thigh, A bloated earwig and a fly;
With the red-capp'd worm that's shut Within the concave of a nut, Brown as his tooth. A little moth Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth: With withered cherries, mandrakes' ears, Moles' eyes; to these the slain stag's tears The unctuous dewlaps of a snail, The broke-heart of a nightingale O'ercome in music; with a wine Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine, But gently press'd from the soft side Of the most sweet and dainty bride, Brought in a dainty daisy, which He fully quaffs up to bewitch His blood to height; this done, commended Grace by his priest; the feast is ended.
Sagg, laden. Bestrutted, swollen.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Himself (Ask me why I do not sing)

332. ON HIMSELF.
Ask me why I do not sing To the tension of the string As I did not long ago, When my numbers full did flow? Grief, ay, me! hath struck my lute And my tongue, at one time, mute.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Himself (Young I was, but now am old)

43. ON HIMSELF.
Young I was, but now am old, But I am not yet grown cold; I can play, and I can twine 'Bout a virgin like a vine: In her lap too I can lie Melting, and in fancy die; And return to life if she Claps my cheek, or kisseth me: Thus, and thus it now appears That our love outlasts our years.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/Of Love (I do not love, nor can it be)

406. OF LOVE.
I do not love, nor can it be Love will in vain spend shafts on me; I did this godhead once defy, Since which I freeze, but cannot fry. Yet out, alas! the death's the same, Kill'd by a frost or by a flame.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Himself (Love-sick I am, and must endure)

157. ON HIMSELF.
Love-sick I am, and must endure A desperate grief, that finds no cure. Ah me! I try; and trying, prove No herbs have power to cure love. Only one sovereign salve I know, And that is death, the end of woe.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Himself (Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay)

306. ON HIMSELF.
Here down my wearied limbs I'll lay; My pilgrim's staff, my weed of gray, My palmer's hat, my scallop's shell, My cross, my cord, and all, farewell. For having now my journey done, Just at the setting of the sun, Here I have found a chamber fit, God and good friends be thanked for it, Where if I can a lodger be, A little while from tramplers free, At my up-rising next I shall, If not requite, yet thank ye all. Meanwhile, the holy-rood hence fright The fouler fiend and evil sprite From scaring you or yours this night.
# The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/On Himself (I fear no earthly powers)

170. ON HIMSELF.
I fear no earthly powers, But care for crowns of flowers; And love to have my beard With wine and oil besmear'd. This day I'll drown all sorrow: Who knows to live to-morrow?
# The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 5/Chapter 139

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ROBIN HOOD hee was and a tall young man, Derry derry down And fifteen winters old, And Robin Hood he was a proper young man, Of courage stout and bold. Hey down derry derry down Robin Hood he would and to fair Nottingham, With the general for to dine; There was he ware of fifteen forresters, And a drinking bear, ale, and wine. 'What news? What news?' said bold Robin Hood; 'What news, fain wouldest thou know? Our king hath provided a shooting-match:' 'And I'm ready with my bow.' 'We hold it in scorn,' then said the forresters, 'That ever a boy so young Should bear a bow before our king, That's not able to draw one string.' 'I'le hold you twenty marks,' said bold Robin Hood, 'By the leave of Our Lady, That I'le hit a mark a hundred rod, And I'le cause a hart to dye.' 'We'l hold you twenty mark,' then said the forresters, 'By the leave of Our Lady, Thou hitst not the marke a hundred rod, Nor causest a hart to dye.' Robin Hood he bent up a noble bow, And a broad arrow he let flye, He hit the mark a hundred rod, And he caused a hart to dy. Some said hee brake ribs one or two, And some said hee brake three; The arrow within the hart would not abide, But it glanced in two or three. The hart did skip, and the hart did leap, And the hart lay on the ground; 'The wager is mine,' said bold Robin Hood, 'If 'twere for a thousand pound.' 'The wager's none of thine,' then said the forresters, 'Although thou beest in haste; Take up thy bow, and get thee hence, Lest wee thy sides do baste.' Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow, And his broad arrows all amain, And Robin Hood he laught, and begun to smile, As hee went over the plain. Then Robin Hood hee bent his noble bow, And his broad arrows he let flye, Till fourteen of these fifteen forresters Vpon the ground did lye. He that did this quarrel first begin Went tripping over the plain; But Robin Hood he bent his noble bow, And hee fetcht him back again. 'You said I was no archer,' said Robin Hood, 'But say so now again;' With that he sent another arrow That split his head in twain. 'You have found mee an archer,' saith Robin Hood, 'Which will make your wives for to wring, And wish that you had never spoke the word, That I could not draw one string.' The people that lived in fair Nottingham Came runing out amain, Supposing to have taken bold Robin Hood, With the forresters that were slain. Some lost legs, and some lost arms, And some did lose their blood, But Robin Hood hee took up his noble bow, And is gone to the merry green wood. They carryed these forresters into fair Nottingham, As many there did know; They digd them graves in their church-yard, And they buried them all a row.
# The Haunted House (Felicia Hemans)

* The Haunted House, in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 31, 1831.
* The Haunted House, in National Lyrics, and Songs for Music (Miscellaneous Poems), 1834.
# The Haunted Mill

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# The Haunted Palace

* The Fall of the House of Usher" Tales, 1846. pp. pp. 73–74.
* "The Haunted Palace" The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. 2, 1859. pp. 29–30.
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# The Inner Life, v. II/Ninth Section

NINTH SECTION
THE THEOSOPHICAL SOCIETY AND ITS FOUNDERS
# The Inner Life, v. II/Second Section

SECOND SECTION
ASTRAL WORK