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# The Spirit of the Nation/Love Song

LOVE SONG.
Air—"How sweet the answer Echo makes."
I.
I love thine eyes of truth and light, I love thy smile of joy; But not to me their beams were bright, If, as I did, so others might Their light enjoy.
II.
Canst thou be true to one alone, True beyond all reproach— Bound like the pilgrim to one goal, Thrilled like the magnet by one pole— Canst thou be such?
III.
The head that pillows on my breast, And calls that home its own, Must grant to every thought confess'd As calm and true a place of rest To reign alone.
IV.
Ask I too much? Nay, think not so; Folly might guess, He with scant love content to go Meaneth, in turn, to bestow Even yet less.
V.
But the true heart can claim in sooth But what it gave— Candour for candour, truth for truth, An ebbless tide to age from youth Even to the grave.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Ninety-Eight

NINETY-EIGHT!
I.
Let all remember Ninety-eight, that hour of Ireland's woes— When rapine red the land o'erspread, and flames of roof-trees rose— When pity shrieked, and ruffians wreak'd their deadly demon hate, And gibbets groan'd, and widows moaned, in fatal Ninety-eight!
II.
In memory save the martyr'd brave, who fell in conflict vain, By soldier's sword, or shameful cord, or in the convict's chain; And those whose gore the red lash bore, when tyrants strode elate, And pitchcaps clung, and tortures wrung, strong hearts in Ninety-eight!
III.
When memory drear shall cease the tear for those that tyrant's crush'd, May life depart our ingrate heart—our craven tongue be hush'd— And may his worst of deeds accurst the despot perpetrate— If swell not high, our rallying cry—Remember Ninety-eight!
IV.
And when the yoke, at length, is broke, that binds our island green, And high acclaim shall swell her fame—broad ocean's emerald Queen! A column fair, of sculpture rare, shall proudly celebrate The faithful dead, whose blood was shed in fatal Ninety-eight!
# The Spirit of the Nation/O'Connell (1)

O'CONNELL.
A FRAGMENT.
Oh! thou bright sun, who banished by thy ray The night of sorrow from my land away— Before whose radiance, as some magic spell, Like frost-work melted, all our shackles fell— Whose honest beams made freedom's light be felt In those dark mists where bigotry had dwelt— High, high above us, still in grandeur glide, You rose in lowness, but you'll set in pride. In vain you sought some social orb to cheer The desert loneness of our hemisphere, Yet dauntless cried, "'Tis left alone for me To teach mankind—To wish it's to be free!" And now thou'rt mantled in unearthly light, Like Vesta's lamp, imperishably bright, For ever cloudless and for ever blest, Sear the oppressor, smile on the opprest. Unlike the orb that glorifies the day, Thy sun may perish, but its beams will stay: Thy name's an heirloom that will last for ever— Thyself may leave us, by thy spirit—Never! Thou said'st, "Be free!" and taught the bondsman how; And, ah! dear freedom, who'll unlearn thee now?
# The Spirit of the Nation/O'Connell (2)

O'CONNELL.
I.
I saw him at the hour of pray'r, when morning's earliest dawn Was breaking o'er the mountain tops—o'er grassy dell and lawn; When the parting shades of night had fled—when moon and stars were gone, Before a high and gorgeous shrine the chieftain kneel'd alone. His hands were clasp'd upon his breast, his eye was raised above— I heard those full and solemn tones in words of faith and love: He pray'd that those who wrong'd him might for ever be forgiv'n; Oh! who would say such prayers as these are not received in heav'n?
II.
I saw him next amid the best and noblest of our isle— There was the same majestic form, the same heard-kindling smile! But grief was on that princely brow—for others still he mourn'd, He gazed upon poor fetter'd slaves, and his heart within him burn'd: And he vowed before the captive's God to break the captive's chain— To bind the broken heart, and set the bondsman free again; And fit was he our chief to be in triumph or in need, Who never wrong'd his deadliest foe in thought, or word, or deed!
III.
I saw him when the light of eve had faded from the West— Beside the hearth that old man sat, by infant forms caress'd; One hand was gently laid upon his grandchild's clust'ring hair, The other, raised to heav'n, invoked a blessing and a pray'r! And woman's lips were heard to breathe a high and glorious strain— Those songs of old that haunt us still, and ever will remain Within the heart like treasured gems, that bring from mem'ry's cell Thoughts of our youthful days, and friends that we have lov'd so well!
IV.
I saw that eagle glance again—the brow was marked with care, Though rich and regal are the robes the Nation's chief doth wear; And many an eye now quailed with shame, and many a cheek now glow'd, As he paid them back with words of love for ev'ry curse bestow'd. I thought of his unceasing care, his never-ending zeal; I heard the watchword burst from all—the gath'ring cry—Repeal: And as his eyes were raised to heav'n—from whence his mission came— He stood amid the thousands there a monarch save in name!
# The Spirit of the Nation/Nation's Valentine

THE NATION'S VALENTINE
TO THE LADIES OF IRELAND.
"I see their glorious black eyes shine; But, gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves To think such breasts must suckle slaves."
Byron.
I.
Oh, Daughters of Erin! while liberty hovers, Like the dove of the ark, o'er the flood of our tears, 'Tis yours to brace on the chainmail of your lovers, And broider gay streamers to float from their spears.
II.
Unsullied and soft as the snow's infant winglets Is the bosom of her who is muse of our song; And her melting eyes shine through dark clouds of rich ringlets, With a soul that to Emmett's first love might belong.
III.
And though scarcely the seraphs that smiling watch o'er her, More fondly—more truly can love in the skies, Yet not her's is the wish to behold her adorer Forget his land's wrongs in the light of her eyes.
IV.
Yes! thine is the fire that, now sacredly glowing, Impels my wrapt soul to bright liberty's shrine, The wave was congeal'd till thy breath set it flowing— God gave the lyre, but to tune it was thine.
V.
Oh, woman! our load-star, whose worship for ever, Gives strength to the sword—inspiration to song— The hour thou wilt aid thine own fetters to sever, Not earth's banded tyrants our thrall can prolong.
VI.
Withdraw, then, thy presence from pleasure's gay bowers, And smile but on him who braves danger and toil. Thus beauty and virtue, asserting their powers, Shall more than atone for the false Devorghoil.
VII.
Irresistible loveliness! wouldst thou but cherish The patriot virtues, at once we are free; But desert thou, or shrink, and as surely we perish— For man takes the tone of his spirit from thee.
VIII.
Then, oh! if you'd teach us once more to recover The glory that erst shed its light on thy brow, Rend away from your lutes the soft strings of the lover, And sing us no songs but of Fatherland now.
IX.
A spirit is moving in light o'er the waters, And he shouts through the stormy applause of the waves, "How long, beloved land, shall thy glorious daughters Be consorts or mothers of spiritless slaves?"
X.
Oh, rock-girdled Freedom! adored by the Roman, In woman's dear form descend on our fanes, And the mountains shall dance at the fall of the foeman, To earth's heav'nliest music—the breaking of chains!
# The Spirit of the Nation/O'Nial's Vow

O'NIAL'S VOW.
"Jusque la nous leur ferons guerre à mort."—Donald O'Nial, King of Ulster, to Pope John.
How many a year, In fleet career, Have circled o'er its blackened strand, Since first that vow, Forgotten now, Was plighted to our native land? ​And still the crimes Of those dark times Are perpetrated hour by hour, And Saxon fraud, By God unaw'd, Goes hand in hand with Saxon power!
What lesson stern Thou'st left to learn, Oft baffled, but unyielding King, "In peace or strife, In death or life, The Saxon bears a poison'd sting. Then weal or woe, Strike home the blow, And win at least the hero's fate, And far on high Your destiny Shall rank with stars of loftiest state."
O'Nial swears The crown he wears, While throbs one pulse, or heaves one breath, To meet thy band With glove and brand, Invading brigand to the death. Nor length of years, Nor blood nor tears, Defeat, disaster, nor distress, Shall mar the word Pledg'd on the sword He clutches for the merciless.
THE END.
# The Spirit of the Nation/My Grave

MY GRAVE.
Shall they bury me in the deep, Where wind-forgetting waters sleep? Shall they dig a grave for me, Under the green-wood tree? Or on the wild heath, Where the wilder breath Of the storm doth blow? Oh, no! oh, no!
Shall they bury me in the Palace Tombs, Or under the shade of Cathedral domes? Sweet 'twere to lie on Italy's shore? Yet not there—nor in Greece, though I love it more. In the wolf or the vulture my grave shall I find? Shall my ashes career on the world-seeing wind? Shall they fling my corpse in the battle mound, Where coffinless thousands lie under the ground? ​Just as they fall they are buried so— Oh, no! oh, no!
No! on an Irish green hill-side, On an opening lawn—but not too wide; For I love the drip of the wetted trees— On me blow no gales, but a gentle breeze, To freshen the turf: put no tombstone there, But green sods deck'd with daisies fair. Nor sods too deep: but so that the dew, The matted grass-roots may trickle through— Be my epitaph writ on my country's mind, "He serv'd his country and lov'd his kind." Oh! 'twere merry unto the grave to go, If one were sure to be buried so.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Literary Leisure

TWO SONNETS.
I.
LITERARY LEISURE.
"Around me I behold The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day."
Southey
Let my life pass in healthful, happy ease, The world and all its schemes shut out my door; Rich in a competence and nothing more, Saving the student's wealth—"Apollo's fees"— Long rows of goodly volumes, to appease My early love and quenchless thirst of lore. No Want to urge me on the path of Gain— No Hope to lure me in Ambition's track; Struggles and strife, and all their savage train, Still from my tranquil dwelling driven back; My only triumphs—if such toys I lack— Some subtle nut of science burst in twain, Or knot unravell'd. Thus be't mine to live, And feel life pass like a long summer eve.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 21

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[A letter from Allan Russell to an old friend, known to us only as Bob.]
Dear Bob: There's the devil to pay in this office. I've just heard that old Ribstone has married Miss Balboa, his stenographer, in order to get her unbiassed reactions on business. Now I know very well that Candida and Mrs. Balboa-Ribstone will never get on together. The Balboa person, for instance, has argued old Rib into believing that the Gray Matter stuff is real. Candida doesn't fall for it, says it's the bunk. I won't go on as Ad. Mgr. if Ribstone accepts the Gray Matter contract. I just want to ask you if there's anything in your office that I could take a hand in. You know my experience and qualifications. Let me have a line.
Yrs in haste,
A. R.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 22

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### XXII.

[An editorial in LOZENGE AND PASTILLE.]
We hear that Nicholas Ribstone, of the Ginger Cubes Corporation, has sold out his entire interest in the much-touted Cubes to the National Drug Novelties Company. This comes as quite a surprise to the trade, as no specialty in recent years had aroused so much advance interest as the Ginger Cubes. The figure paid by National Drug Novelties for the formula, stock in hand, and jobbing contracts already arranged, is said to be half a million dollars. We await with interest to hear just how Gartenbaum and his associates will develop this property. In the meantime the affair suggests some meditations on the desirability of guarding the medicated confectionery industry against the machinations of mere adventurers and speculators.
(Walk, Not Run,
to Nearest Exit)
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 23

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Ginger Cube Department
Morrison Marsh sends us the following, from the masthead of a magazine called Faith in Advertising:—
    To Advertising Men who, with reputation nailed to their blood-lorn plans, have sent them before the final judges, the Great Public, backed by that quality essential to the success of any worth-while venture—Faith
    —to the men who, guiding American enterprise with the aid of a force beyond the measure of man, win through with—Faith.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 9

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### IX.

[Enclosure, sent by Mr. Ribstone to Mr. Russell, being a letter from the Gray Matter Advertising Agency.]
My Dear Mr. Ribstone: Obviously you intend, ultimately at any rate, to have a nation-wide, or even world-wide, distribution for the Ginger Cubes. You are going to need a large merchandising staff. I wish to enlist your interest in our newly created Department of Salesmanizing. Let us train your representatives before they go on the road, and instil into the personnel just those qualities of enthusiasm and confidence that go to make not mere salesmen, but Ambassadors of Commerce.
I solicit the pleasure of convincing you on this topic; in the meantime let me briefly state the nutshell of our theory.
In our Salesmanizing School, which is really a kind of Graduate College of the Selling Arts, we seek to drive out from the student all negative and minus thoughts, ideas of possible failure, business depression, etc., and to substitute robust energizing concepts, positive and plus in their nature. Many a man has come to us doubtful about his own selling abilities, doubtful about the general condition of trade, doubtful about economics and literature and even theology. When they leave us, after a three weeks' course under Mr. Harvey K. Tidaholm, they have pronounced convictions.
"I will confer with you as soon as I am reurbanized"
    (1) Institutionalized (2) Publicized (3) Distributionized (4) Internationalized}}
To bring this about, your representative personnel must be
    (a) Humanized (b) Stabilized =SALESMANIZED (c) Energized
It is on such matters as these that Consumer Preference and Dealer Convictionability are based.
I should like very much to have our Mr. Harvey K. Tidahohn discuss this matter with you. I know that your reaction will be enthusiastic.
Yours faithfully,
GEO. W. GRAY,
Technical Director, Gray Matter Advertising Service.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 4

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### IV.

[A telegram from the National Drug Novelties Company to Nicholas Ribstone.]
Chicago, April 11, 1922.
Hear interesting rumor about new lozenge Ginger Cubes to be marketed by you would you consider entrance of outside capital in this venture or sell outright trade name formula and goodwill Believe you have a winner.
EDWARD GARTENBAUM,
President National Drug Novelties.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 5

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[A telegram from Nicholas Ribstone, president of the Ginger Cubes Corporation, to Edward Gartenbaum of the National Drug Novelties Company.]
Decline discuss selling interest in Ginger Cubes distribution plans perfected watch our smoke.
RIBSTONE.
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 7

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### VII.

[A letter from Allan Russell, Advertising Manager of the Ginger Cubes Corporation, to Nicholas Ribstone.]
Hippocrates Hospital, April 14.
Dear Boss, I'm still a bit seedy but am getting better every minute thanks to the care these "good people" have taken of me. This is my first letter and it will have to be short. Just wanted to say that if you still need an assistant in the office I'd like to recommend Miss Cumnor, one of the nurses here, who has been taking care of me. She is tired of the nursing job and wants to get into a "business position." Certainly she's a mighty capable girl and her medical knowledge would be of great value to us in marketing the Cubes. She is 23 years old and ambitious.
I'll be out of here pretty soon now, I hope, and am keen to get into the thick of the fight for the good old Cubes.
Yours always
RUSSELL
# The Story of Ginger Cubes/Chapter 8

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### VIII.

[A letter from Nicholas Ribstone to Allan Russell.]
GINGER CUBES CORPORATION
April 14, 1922.
Dear Russell: Here are our letterheads. How do you like them? I am sending some to the hospital so you can use them for any letters you may need to write. Show them to the nurses and get their reaction. The more they circulate, the better.
This is just to tell you that I am going out of town for a little rest over the week-end We have got things pretty well lined up so far. I shall be glad when you get back so we can visit together for I want your advice. You understand advertising men better than I do, I guess. To me, a great deal of their jargon is a mystery. What, for instance, do you think of the enclosed one that has just come to me from the Gray Matter Agency? Does it mean anything?
Miss Balboa, by the way, is somewhat upset by a remark made by your Miss Cumnor, about our error in spelling the name of the Hospital. I'm afraid the mistake was due to my wrong pronunciation, which she misunderstood.
As ever,
NICHOLAS RIBSTONE.
N.R./D.B.
(Encl.)
# The War and the Future (Masefield, 1918)

THE WAR AND THE FUTURE
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO • DALLAS ATLANTA • SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., Limited LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd. TORONTO
THE WAR AND THE FUTURE
BY
JOHN MASEFIELD
Author of "Gallipoli," "The Everlasting Mercy," "The Widow in the Bye Street," etc.
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1918
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1918 By JOHN MASEFIELD
Set up and electrotyped. Published, July, 1918
TO THOMAS W. LAMONT
CONTENTS
* PAGE
* St. George and the Dragon................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................1
* A Speech for St. George's Day, April 23rd, 1918.
* The War and the Future................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................44
* A Lecture Given in America January–May, 1918.
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# The War in South Africa
### Preface

For some reason, which may be either arrogance or apathy, the British are very slow to state their case to the world. At present the reasons for our actions and the methods which we have used are set forth in many Blue-books, tracts, and leaflets, but have never, so far as I know, been collected into one small volume. In view of the persistent slanders to which our politicians and our soldiers have been equally exposed, it becomes a duty which we owe to our national honour to lay the facts before the world. I wish someone more competent, and with some official authority, had undertaken the task, which I have tried to do as best I might from an independent standpoint.
There was never a war in history in which the right was absolutely on one side, or in which no incidents of the campaign were open to criticism. I do not pretend that it was so here. But I do not think that any unprejudiced man can read the facts without acknowledging that the British Government has done its best to avoid war, and the British Army to wage it with humanity.
To my publisher and to myself this work has been its own reward. In this way we hope to put the price within the reach of all, and yet leave a profit for the vendor. Our further ambition is, however, to translate it into all European tongues, and to send a free copy to every deputy and every newspaper on the Continent and in America. For this work money will be needed—a considerable sum. We propose to make an appeal to the public for these funds. Any sums which are sent to me or to my publisher will be devoted to this work. There cannot be too much, for the more we get the more we shall do.
I may add that I have not burdened my pages with continual references. My quotations are reliable and can always, if necessary, be substantiated.
A. CONAN DOYLE.
Undershaw, Hindhead:
January, 1902.

### Contents

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
# The War in the Air

The War in the Air is a novel by H. G. Wells, written in 1907, serialized and published in 1908. Like many of Wells’ works, it is notable for its prophetic ideas, images, and concepts, in this case, the use of the airplane for the purpose of warfare and the coming of World War I.

### Table of Contents

* Chapter I: Of Progress and the Smallways Family
* Chapter II: How Bert Smallways Got Into Difficulties
* Chapter III: The Balloon
* Chapter IV: The German Air-Fleet
* Chapter V: The Battle of North Atlantic
* Chapter VI: How War Came to New York
* Chapter VII: The "Vaterland" is Disabled
* Chapter VIII: A World at War
* Chapter IX: On Goat Island
* Chapter X: The World Under the War
* Chapter XI: The Great Collapse
* Epilogue
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# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Maidenhead

MAIDENHEAD.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/My Picture

MY PICTURE.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Love and Life

LOVE AND LIFE.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/My Diet

MY DIET.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Not Fair

NOT FAIR.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Love undiscovered

LOVE UNDISCOVERED.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/My heart discovered

MY HEART DISCOVERED.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Platonick Love

PLATONICK LOVE.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/My Fate

MY FATE.
# The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/Resolved to be Beloved

RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED.