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# Lustra/Four Poems of Departure

From Rihaku
FOUR POEMS OF DEPARTURE
Light rain is on the light dust The willows of the inn-yard Will be going greener and greener, But you, Sir, had better take wine ere your departure. For you will have no friends about you When you come to the gates of Go.
Separation on the River Kiang
Ko-jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro, The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river. His lone sail blots the far sky. And now I see only the river, The long Kiang, reaching heaven.
Taking Leave of a Friend
Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass. Mind like a floating wide cloud. Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing.
Leave-taking near Shoku
"Sanso, King of Shoku, built roads."
They say the roads of Sanso are steep, Sheer as the mountains. The walls rise in a man's face, Clouds grow out of the hill at his horse's bridle. Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin, Their trunks burst through the paving, And freshets are bursting their ice in the midst of Shoku, a proud city.
Men's fates are already set, There is no need of asking diviners.
The City of Choan
The phœnix are at play on their terrace. The phœnix are gone, the river flows on alone. Flowers and grass Cover over the dark path where lay the dynastic house of the Go. The bright cloths and bright caps of Shin Are now the base of old hills.
The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven, The isle of White Heron splits the two streams apart. Now the high clouds cover the sun And I can not see Choan afar And I am sad.
# Lustra/Further Instructions

Further Instructions
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions, Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. You are very idle, my songs. I fear you will come to a bad end. You stand about in the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops You do next to nothing at all.
You do not even express our inner nobilities, You will come to a very bad end.
And I? I have gone half cracked, I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me, Insolent little beasts, shameless, devoid of clothing!
But you, newest song of the lot, You are not old enough to have done much mischief, I will get you a green coat out of China With dragons worked upon it, I will get you the scarlet silk trousers From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella, Lest they say we are lacking in taste, Or that there is no caste in this family.
# Lustra/Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus

Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus
(Ex libris Graecae)
I
And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus, And yet everyone speaks evil of death.
II
To be looking out across the bright sea, Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves Keep small with reverence, beholding her image. Anyte.
III
And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead For after death there comes no other calamity. Palladas.
IV Troy
And your barbecues of great oxen, And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes, With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes? Where is the work of your home-born sculptors
Time's tooth is into the lot, and war's and fate's too. Envy has taken your all, Save your douth and your story. Agathas Scholasticus.
V
but dead, or asleep, she pleases. Take her. She has two excellent seasons. Palladas.
VI Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor
But I remembered the name of his fever medicine and died.
# Lustra/Image from D'Orleans

Image from D'Orleans
Young men riding in the street In the bright new season Spur without reason, Causing their steeds to leap.
And at the pace they keep Their horses' armoured feet Strike sparks from the cobbled street In the bright new season.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1643/The Dying Year

* THE DYING YEAR.
* The year is dying, soberly the trees
* Are mellowing — with a dull sad face
* They lean against the sadness of the sky:
* The glory of the summer has gone by.
* Gone is the smile of gladness from the place.
* O sad to see the sun come later up.
* And sad to see him pass betimes away,
* And sad the pallid glints he throws across
* The leaf-strewn garden; sad the sense of loss,
* The all-pervading fragrance of decay.
* Yet at the open window, as I sit
* With closed eyes, and hear the gentle rain
* Fall on the damp green earth like lovers' sighs,
* And feel the breath of earth uprise
* From far and near, from hillock and from plain,
* The same soft drip of lightly falling showers.
* Upon the moss-greens growing everywhere,
* The same strange stilly warmness in the lift.
* The cawing of the rooks, the gentle drift
* Of odorous distillings in the air,
* Daffodils growing on the field's green breast.
* Buds all a-blow, and the enchanted breath
* Of violets peeping in the damp hedgerow,
* Kindled to being — O mystery, that so
* Death looks like life, and life so like to death!
* C. C. Fraser-Tytler
* Sunday Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/Miscellany

​Dr. Hans Hildebrand, the Swedish antiquary, has just made a peculiarly interesting discovery in the neighbourhood of Christianstad. At Nymo, near that town, a tumulus from the bronze age was examined, in which, under a great heap of stones, were found two burnt corpses and a small bronze ring. In a stone chest close by were found the bones of about twenty persons, all buried in a sitting posture, together with two amber beads and a bone spearhead. But the most important discoveries were made in a wholly untouched "jettestue" at Fjelkinge. By the side of the entrance were several hundred fragments of richly ornamented clay pots, and two flint axes. Inside were found human skeletons, a quantity of amber, a perforated animal tooth, four bone vessels, flint knives, etc. In the southern portion of the chamber itself were the bones of four sitting figures, and a skull was picked up in perfect preservation. Unfortunately, the roof gave way, which made it impossible to investigate the northern part of the chamber. Bones of domestic animals were scattered everywhere. The great importance of this discovery consists in the strong additional evidence it gives of the existence of domestic animals in Sweden during the stone age.
It is announced that the long-lost "Madonna with the Child," of Vandyck, of which countless copies exist in various parts of Europe, has at last been discovered in the original. The picture has formed the altar-piece to the chapel of an obscure German cloister, and was found there by the Flemish painter Georg van Haanen. After slight restoration it is now to be seen entirely uninjured and in its pristine condition.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1643/The Joy of Incompleteness

* THE JOY OF INCOMPLETENESS.
* If all our lives were one broad glare
* Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
* If all our path were smooth and fair,
* By no soft gloom enshrouded;
* If all life's flowers were fully blown
* Without the sweet unfolding,
* And happiness were rudely thrown
* On hands too weak for holding —
* Should we not miss the twilight hours,
* The gentle haze and sadness?
* Should we not long for storms and showers,
* To break the constant gladness?
* If none were sick and none were sad,
* What service could we render?
* I think if we were always glad.
* We scarcely could be tender
* Did our beloved never need
* Our patient ministration,
* Earth would grow cold, and miss indeed
* Its sweetest consolation;
* If sorrow never claimed our heart,
* And every wish were granted,
* Patience would die, and hope depart —
* Life would be disenchanted.
* And yet in heaven is no more night,
* In heaven is no more sorrow!
* Such unimagined new delight
* Fresh grace from pain will borrow —
* As the poor seed that underground
* Seeks its true life above it.
* Not knowing what will there be found
* When sunbeams kiss and love it.
* So we in darkness upward grow.
* And look and long for heaven,
* But cannot picture it below,
* Till more of light be given.
* J. Besemeres
* Sunday Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/At Queensferry

NOTES ON THE FIRTH.
* II. — AT QUEENSFERRY.
* The blackbird sang, the skies were clear and clean.
* We bowled along a road that curved its spine
* Superbly sinuous and serpentine
* Thro' silent symphonies of glowing green.
* Sudden the Firth came on us — sad of mien.
* No cloud to colour it, no breeze to line,
* A sheet of dark, dull glass, without a sign
* Of life and death, two shelves of sand between.
* Water and sky merged blank in mist together.
* The fort loomed spectral, and the guard-ship's spars
* Traced vague, black shadows on the shimmery glaze.
* We felt the dim strange years, the grey strange weather,
* The still strange land unvexed of sun or stars,
* Where Lancelot rides clanking thro' the haze.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/From a Fourth-pair Window

NOTES ON THE FIRTH.
* I. — FROM A FOURTH-PAIR WINDOW.
* The sky is dappled blue with clouds that stray.
* Like frozen waves the roofs go rolling down
* The valley steeps, but weatherworn and brown
* Steeple and stack shoot mastlike toward the day.
* Pandean pipes whereon the winds would play,
* Long rows of chimney-pots the ridges crown;
* And black on slates and skylights flicker and frown
* Shadows of smoke that streams and wings that sway.
* The city's monstrous voices surge to me,
* The mist afar its fantasies arranges,
* And sudden windows twinkle joyously.
* A blue grey streak, a fixed uncertainty,
* A fallen slip of sky that shifts and changes,
* The Forth beyond them broadens into sea.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/Rain

NOTES ON THE FIRTH.
* III. — RAIN.
* The sky saggs low with convoluted cloud.
* Heavy and imminent, rolled from rim to rim.
* And wreaths of mist beveil the further brim
* Of the leaden sea, all spiritless and cowed.
* The rain is falling sheer and strong and loud.
* The strand is desolate, the distance grim
* With stormful threats, the wet stones glister dim.
* And to the wall the dank umbrellas crowd.
* At home! — the soaked shrubs whisper dismal-mooded.
* The rails are strung with drops, and steeped the grasses,
* Black chimney-shadows streak the shiny slates.
* A draggled fishwife screeches at the gates,
* The baker hurries dripping on, and hooded
* In her stained skirt a pretty housemaid passes.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1645/A Song for Galatea

* A SONG FOR GALATEA.
* A doubtful stir, a sound yet not a sound,
* Again the stillness, now a whisper breathed
* And lost in breathing — now a growing light
* And laughter, laughter from the rosy east
* With quickening air and music: on they drive.
* Riot of nymph and triton — strange sea-beast —
* Foam-flashed and shaken jewels: throned o'er all,
* Queen of the pomp yet gentlier than a queen.
* Fenced from rough sport yet tuned for merry play.
* Rides Galatea, fairest maid that charms
* The wild-eyed sea-birds, 'tween the sea and sky.
* Galatea, here to thee.
* Queen of mirth and jollity.
* Raise we loud our jocund song.
* Shouting with thy triton throng, —
* Shouting, as their horns out ring
* At the pleasant song we sing, —
* Shouting, merry maid, to thee,
* Queen of mirth and jollity.
* Ay, perchance on yonder shore
* Acis leads his flock once more,
* Stares entranced across the wave,
* Hopeful of thy pageant brave.
* Ay, perchance — or Polypheme,
* Where the mountain torrents stream,
* Slow to think and slow to move,
* Slowly feels the force of love
* Rising through his monstrous frame,
* Till his great lips shape thy name,
* Galatea, hailing thee
* Queen of mirth and jollity.
* When young Raphael did stand
* Lone on Adriatic strand,
* Peering far across the brine.
* What saw he save charms of thine?
* Turned he from the virgin's face.
* From her sweet religious grace,
* From the chamber tapestried,
* Turned as bridegroom to his bride.
* Turned afire with sea-king's mood,
* Laughed in glory where he stood
* Shouting loud across the sea —
* Galatea, fresh and free.
* Maiden queen, I paint for thee!
* I meseems am Acis now
* For one moment's joy, as thou.
* Tossing all thy tresses free
* To the wild wind's revelry,
* Look'st with wide and wayward eyes
* Into mine. Before me rise
* Pomps and pageants pure and bright.
* Mete for Raphael's delight,
* When he passed from cloister dim.
* Saw thee all in sunshine swim,
* Gave his loyal heart to thee.
* Queen of light and liberty.
* Queen, let me thy presence greet.
* Let me plunge to kiss thy feet.
* Roll amid thy jocund throng.
* Winding shell or shouting song.
* Where all day the clear green waves
* High above thy shadowed caves
* Toss their flying crests in glee.
* And the brave breeze fitfully
* Bears the goodly smell of brine;
* Galatea, make me thine.
* Singer of sweet songs to thee,
* Queen of light and liberty.
* J. R. S..
* Blackwood's Magazine.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1644. — December 11, 1875. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Bosnia in 1875, | Victoria Magazine, | 643 |
| II. | The Curate in Charge. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part IV., | Macmillan's Magazine, | 651 |
| III. | Richelieu. By the author of "Mirabeau," etc., | Temple Bar, | 661 |
| IV. | Her Dearest Foe. By the author of "The Wooing O't." Part IX., | Temple Bar, | 672 |
| V. | John Knox and his Relations to Women, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 682 |
| VI. | Vintaging in Tuscany, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 691 |
| VII. | The History of Twins, as a Criterion of the Relative Powers of Nature and Nurture. By Francis Galton, F.R.S., | Fraser's Magazine, | 695 |
| VIII. | The Sea and the Sahara, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 702 |
POETRY. :
| Notes on the Firth. | | A Roman "Round-Robin", | 642 |
| I. — From a Fourth-pair Window, | 642 | | |
| II. — At Queensferry, | 642 | | |
| III. — Rain, | 642 | | |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 704 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1644/A Roman "Round-Robin"

* A ROMAN "ROUND-ROBIN".
* ("HIS FRIENDS" TO Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS.)
* Hæc decies repetita [non] placebit. — Ars Poetica.
* Flaccus, you write us charming songs:
* No bard we know possesses
* In such perfection what belongs
* To brief and bright addresses;
* No man can say that life is short
* With mien so little fretful;
* No man to virtue's paths exhort
* In phrases less regretful;
* Or touch with more serene distress
* On fortune's ways erratic;
* And then delightfully digress
* From Alp to Adriatic.
* All this is well, no doubt, and tends
* Barbarian minds to soften;
* But, Quintus — we, we are your friends —
* Why tell us this so often?
* Why feign to spread a cheerful feast,
* And then thrust in our face
* These barren scraps (to say the least)
* Of stoic commonplace?
* Recount, and welcome, your pursuits:
* Sing Lyde's loosened hair;
* Sing drums and Berycynthian flutes;
* Sing parsley-wreaths; but spare, —
* Ah, spare to tell, what none deny,
* That fairest things decay;
* That time and gold have wings to fly;
* That all must fate obey!
* Or bid us dine — on this day week —
* And pour us — if you can —
* From inmost bin, as velvet sleek,
* Your cherished Cæcuban;
* Of that we fear not overplus;
* But your didactic "tap"
* (Forgive us !) grows monotonous;
* Nunc vale! Verbum sap.
* Austin Dobson
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1645

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1645. — December 18, 1875. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXVII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Reresby Memoirs, | Edinburgh Review, | 707 |
| II. | The Curate in Charge. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part V., | Macmillan's Magazine, | 727 |
| III. | A Wanderer's Letter, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 738 |
| IV. | The Dilemma. Part XV., | Blackwood's Magazine, | 749 |
| V. | Virgil and Tennyson, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 756 |
| VI. | The Autobiography of Anne Lady Halkett, | Academy, | 762 |
| VII. | Recent History of the Pitcairn Islanders. | Chambers' Journal, | 764 |
| VIII. | Mr. Ruskin on Women and War, | Peace Society's Papers, | 767 |
| IX. | The Mock Pearls of History, | Russell's Library Notes, | 767 |
POETRY. :
| Notes on the Firth., | | A Song for Galatea, | 706 |
| IV. — Twilight, | 706 | An Unspoken Question, | 706 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 768 |
# Little Grey Ships

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Edition: London: John Murray, 1916
Glimpses, mainly, of the work and ways of the men who man our mine-sweepers and patrol ships. In various ports, which may not be named, and on sundry ships, the author found his characters. —The Athenaeum 1916 October. More on the Discussion page.
LITTLE GREY SHIPS
By J. J. BELL
AUTHOR OF “THE WHALERS,” ETC.
LONDON: JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W. 1916
TO
C. E. LAWRENCE

### CONTENTS

* page
* The Price of Fish 1
* Patrol 17
* “Lusitania” 29
* Ten Per Cent 35
* Mine-Sweepers 43
* Mines 87
* The Skipper of Mine-Sweeper 1113 93
* Traitor 115
* Nerves on the North Sea 137
* Our Friend the Cachalot 145
* That Night at the Skerries 157
* Humanity 169
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# Little Girls Wiser Than Men

English-language translations of Девчонки умнее стариков include:
* "Little Girls Wiser Than Men". translated by Aylmer and Louise Maude in Twenty-three Tales, 1906
* "The Children Wiser than the Elders", translated by Robert Nisbet Bain in More Tales from Tolstoi, 1902
* "Little Girls Wiser than Old People", translated by Leo Wiener in The Complete Works of Count Tolstoy, 1904
* "Little Girls Wiser than Old Men", translated by Nathan Haskell Dole in Iván Ilyitch and Other Stories, 1887
# Mahatma Gandhi, his life, writings and speeches/Gandhi's Letter to "India"—An Appeal for more Recruits

THE INDIAN FIELD AMBULANCE CORPS
An Appeal for more recruits
To The Editor of "India."
Sir,
There were at Netley Hospital last Sunday nearly 470 Indian wounded soldiers. Many more are expected to arrive shortly, if they are not there ​already. The need for Indian-Volunteer orderlies is greater than ever. Nearly 70 members of the local Indian corps are already serving as nurses there. Leaving aside the medical members of the corps, there are now very few left to answer the further call when it comes.
May I therefore trespass upon the hospitality of your columns to appeal to the Indian young men residing in the United kingdom to enlist without delay? In my humble opinion it ought to be our proud privilege to nurse the Indian soldiers back to health. Colonel Bakers' cry is for more orderlies. And in order to make up the requisite number, as also to encourage our young men several elderly Indians occupying a high position have gone or are going to Netley as orderlies. Among them Mr. M. A. Turkhad, a former vice-president of the Rajkumar College in Kaithiawar, Mr. J. M. Parikh, Barrister-at-law, and Lieutenent Colonel Kanta Prasad of the Indian Medical service (Retired) who has served in five campaigns.
I hope that the example set by these gentlemen will inspire others with a like zeal, and that many Indians who can at all afford to do so will be equal to the emergency that has arisen. Those who desire to enlist can do so at tha Indian volunteer's ​committee's rooms at 16, Tribovir Road, near Earlls court, at any time during working hours.
M. K. GANDHI,
Chairman,
Indian Volunteers' Committee.
# Mahatma Gandhi, his life, writings and speeches/Gandhi's Reply

​Mr. Gandhi's in reply said:—
Mr. Gandhi, in returning thanks, referred to the great crisis which at the moment overshadowed the world. He hoped his young friends would "think Imperially" in the best sense of the word, and to their duty. With regard to affairs in South Africa, Mr. Gandhi paid a noble tribute to the devotion of his followers. It was to the rank and file that their victory was due. Those who had suffered and died in the struggle were the real heroes. He acknowledged the splendid help rendered by their fellow countrymen in India, especially that saintly politician Mr. Gokhale. Their noble Viceroy, Lord Hardinge had been a tower of strength to them. But their success would have been impossible had they not quickened the conscience of the people of South Africa by their passive resistance movement. ​The masses of the people had given them splendid help throughout their march into the Transvaal General Botha and his Government had also played the game, and General Smuts had been most anxious to do justice. Mr. Andrews had also played a noble part during his visit to South Africa last winter. Mr. Gandhi regarded the settlement as the Magna Charta of the South Africa British Indians not because of the substance but because of the spirit which brought it about. There had been a change in the attitude of the people of South Africa and the settlement had been sealed by sufferings of the Indian community. It had proved that if Indians were in earnest they were irresistible. There had been no compromise in principles. Some grievances remained unredressed but these were capable of adjustment by pressure from Downing Street, Simla and from South Africa itself. The future rested upon themselves. If they proved worthy of better conditions, they would get them.