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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 41

CHAP. XLI.
As I knew the geography of the Tomb of the Lovers, as well as if I had lived twenty years in Lyons, namely, that it was upon the turning of my right hand, just without the gate, leading to the Fauxbourg de Vaise———I dispatch'd François to the boat, that I might pay the homage I so long ow'd it, without a witness of my weakness.—I walk'd with all imaginable joy towards the place—when I saw the gate which intercepted the tomb, my heart glowed within me———
​—Tender and faithful spirits! cried I, addressing myself to Amandus and Amanda—long—long have I tarried to drop this tear upon your tomb———I come———I come———
When I came—there was no tomb to drop it upon.
What would I have given for my uncle Toby to have whistled, Lillo bullero!
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 7

CHAP. VII.
——— Boulogne!—hah!—so we are all got together—debtors and sinners before heaven; a jolly set of us—but I can't stay and quaff it off with you—I'm pursued myself like a hundred devils, and shall be overtaken before I can well change horses:—for heaven's sake, make haste—'Tis for high treason, quoth a very little man, whispering as low as he could to a very tall man that stood next him—Or else for murder; quoth the tall man—Well thrown size-ace! quoth I. No; quoth a third, the gentleman has been committing ——— ———.
​Ah! ma chere fille! said I, as she tripp'd by, from her matins—you look as rosy as the morning (for the sun was rising, and it made the compliment the more gracious)—No; it can't be that, quoth a fourth—(she made a curt'sy to me—I kiss'd my hand) 'tis debt; continued he: 'Tis certainly for debt; quoth a fifth; I would not pay that gentleman's debts, quoth Ace, for a thousand pounds; Nor would I, quoth Size, for six times the sum—Well thrown, Size-Ace, again! quoth I;—but I have no debt but the debt of Nature, and I want but patience of her, and I will pay her every farthing I owe her—How can you be so hard-hearted, Madam, to arrest a poor traveller going along without molestation to any one, ​upon his lawful occasions? do stop that death-looking, long-striding scoundrel of a scare-sinner, who is posting after me—he never would have followed me but for you—if it be but for a stage, or two, just to give me start of him, I beseech you, madam ——— ——— do, dear lady ———.
———Now, in troth, 'tis a great pity, quoth mine Irish host, that all this good courtship should be lost; for the young gentlewoman has been after going out of hearing of it all along———.
———Simpleton! quoth I.
———So you have nothing else in Boulogne worth seeing? ​—By Jasus! there is the finest Seminary for the Humanities—.
—There cannot be a finer; quoth I.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 7/Chapter 9

CHAP. IX.
There is not a town in all France, which in my opinion, looks better in the map, than Montreuil;—I own, it does not look so well in the book of post roads; but when you come to see it—to be sure it looks most pitifully.
There is one thing however in it at present very handsome; and that is the inn-keeper's daughter: She has been eighteen months at Amiens, and six at Paris, in going through her classes; so knits, and sews, and dances, and does the little coquetries very well.———
—A slut! in running them over within these five minutes that I have stood looking at her, she has let fall at least a ​dozen loops in a white thread stocking—Yes, yes—I see, you cunning gipsy!—'tis long, and taper—you need not pin it to your knee—and that 'tis your own—and fits you exactly.———
—That Nature should have told this creature a word about a statue's thumb!———
—But as this sample is worth all their thumbs—besides I have her thumbs and fingers in at the bargain if they can be any guide to me,—and as Janatone withal (for that is her name) stands so well for a drawing—may I never draw more, or rather may I draw like a draught-horse, by main strength all the days of my life,—if I do not draw her in all her proportions, and ​with as determin'd a pencil, as if I had her in the wettest drapery.———
—But your worships chuse rather that I give you the length, breadth, and perpendicular height of the great parish church, or a drawing of the fascade of the abbey of Saint Austreberte which has been transported from Artois hither—every thing is just I suppose as the masons and carpenters left them,—and if the belief in Christ continues so long, will be so these fifty years to come—so your worships and reverences, may all measure them at your leisures—but he who measures thee, Janatone, must do it now—thou carriest the principles of change within thy frame; and considering the chances of a transitory life, I would not answer for thee a moment; e'er ​twice twelve months are pass'd and gone, thou mayest grow out like a pumkin, and lose thy shapes—or, thou mayest go off like a flower, and lose thy beauty—nay, thou mayest go off like a hussy—and lose thyself.—I would not answer for my aunt Dinah, was she alive—'faith, scarce for her picture—were it but painted by Reynolds—
—But if I go on with my drawing, after naming that son of Apollo, I'll be shot———
So you must e'en be content with the original; which if the evening is fine in passing thro' Montreuil, you will see at your chaise door, as you change horses: but unless you have as bad a reason for haste as I have—you had better stop:— ​—She has a little of the devote: but that, sir, is a terce to a nine in your favour———
—L— help me! I could not count a single point: so had been piqued, and repiqued, and capotted to the devil.
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# The Modern Review/Volume 7/Number 2

February, 1910
# The Modern Review/Volume 8/Number 3

September, 1910
# The Modern Review/Volume 8

July to December, 1910
* Number 1 (July)
* Number 2 (August)
* Number 3 (September)
* Number 4 (October)
* Number 5 (November)
* Number 6 (December)
# The Modern Review/Volume 7/Number 4

April, 1910
# The Modern Review/Volume 8/Number 1

July, 1910
# The London Gazette 28314/9320

THE COMPANIES (WINDING-UP) ACT, 1890, AND THE COMPANIES (CONSOLIDATION) ACT, 1908. WINDING UP ORDERS.
NOTICE OF DIVIDEND.
NOTICE OF RELEASE OF LIQUIDATOR.
# The London Gazette 28314/9322

THE LIMITED PARTNERSHIPS ACT, 1907, AND THE COMPANIES ACTS, 1862 TO 1907. NOTICE OF DAY APPOINTED FOR ADJOURNED PUBLIC EXAMINATION.
# The London Guide and Stranger's Safeguard

Second edition. The phrase "Bills of Mortality" on the title page indicates the 147 civil parishes of London, Westminster, Middlesex and Surrey that were obliged to report the number of christenings and the number and mode of deaths within their boundaries to a central authority that then published the Bill of Mortality for the week.
SECOND EDITION.
THE
LONDON GUIDE,
AND
STRANGER'S SAFEGUARD
AGAINST THE
Cheats, Swindlers, and Pickpockets
THAT ABOUND WITHIN
THE BILLS OF MORTALITY;
FORMING A
PICTURE OF LONDON,
AS REGARDS
ACTIVE LIFE.
COLLECTED FROM THE VERBAL COMMUNICATIONS OF
WILLIAM PERRY, AND OTHERS.
TO WHICH IS ADDED,
A GLOSSARY OF CANT TERMS.
BY A GENTLEMAN,
WHO HAS MADE
THE POLICE OF THE METROPOLIS,
AN OBJECT OF ENQUIRY TWENTY-TWO YEARS.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR J. BUMPUS, 6, HOLBORN BARS.
W. SHARPE, KING STREET; T. HUGHES, T. FISHER, J. CRANWELL,
J. RIELLY, LIVERPOOL; AND SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS
1819.
Price 3s. 6d. bound in red.
W. Flint, Printer, Old Bailey, London.
EXAMPLE OF EARLY DEPRAVITY
vide page 36
London Publish'd by J. Bumpus 6 Holborn Bars
ANALYTICAL TABLE
OF
CONTENTS.
I. Out Door Delinquencies: Inn Yards and Coaches 1. Hangers on 8. Hackney men 10, Smashing 13.
Of Walking the Streets 14. Picking Pockets 17. Crowds 18. Gangs 19. Resorts 20. Stagging 21. Manners 23. Violence 27. Women 28. Boys 31.
Of Hustling 32. Footpads 34. Women ib. Tripping up 35. Falling down 37. Running 42. Call 44.
Of Highwaymen 46. Arms 48.
II. Inn Door Tricks: Sharpers 48. Wagering Kiddies 49. Cards 53. Low Games 54. High Games 60. Greeks and Legs 61. Do's 62. Plucking 64.
Money-Droppers 69. Ring-Droppers 71. Kidnappers, False Accusers, Trappers and Crimps 72. Subornation 77.
Pretended Officers 78. Of Searching 80. Smuggling 82. Informers 83. Smuggled Articles 86. Private Stills 88. Duffers 91. Jobbers 95. Barkers 98. Mock Auctions 99.
III. Miscellaneous Offences. In perambulating the Streets 102. Stall Keepers 104. Clothes Shops 105. Street Pilferers 105. Prowlers 108. Dodgers 110.
Prostitutes 114. Wiles 116. Hags 120. Fancy men 121. Bon Ton 122. Bully 126. Force 127. Midnight Beggars 130. Box Lobby 136. Lute 137. Beggars 140. Bold ones 141. Sneaks 142. Excursion 144.
IV. House-Breakers 146. Preventives 148. Arms 149. Jack 52. Murders 155. Defence 158. Shop-windows 160. Shop-Lifters 162. Women 164.
Heavy Goods 167. Smashers 172. Forgeries 174.
V. Minor Cheats 174. Pretenders to Literature 175. Mock Parsons 176. Pretended Doctors 179. Lawyers 181. Obtaining money 185. Costermongers 189. Registry Offices 190. Lotteries and Goes 193. Game Publicans 196. Brewer and Distiller 200. Sycophants 203. Spongers 207. Swindlers 209. Reputation 212. Banks 217. Receivers 223.
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# The Lord of Burleigh

* "The Lord of Burleigh", in Poems (1843)
* "The Lord of Burleigh", in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904), edited by Mary Elizabeth Burt
# The Lord's prayer and the Angelic salutation

* The Lord's Prayer
* The Angelic salutation
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# The Lord proclaims his grace abroad

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The covenant by William Cowper
    The Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
    Behold, I change your hearts of stone;
    Each shall renounce his idol god,
    And serve, henceforth, the LORD alone.
    My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds
    To wash your filthiness away;
    Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
    And learn my statutes to obey.
    My truth the great design insures,
    I give myself away to you;
    You shall be mine, I will be yours,
    Your GOD unalterably true.
    Yet not unsought, or unimplored,
    The plenteous grace shall I confer;
    No--your whole hearts shall seek the Lord,
    I'll put a praying spirit there.
    From the first breath of life divine,
    Down to the last expiring hour;
    The gracious work shall all be mine,
    Begun and ended in my pow'r.
# The Lord's Prayer (Orthodox)

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       All.
       Our Father, who art in heaven,
       hallowed be thy name;
       thy kingdom come;
       thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
       Give us this day our daily bread;
       and forgive us our sins
       as we forgive those who sin against us;
       and lead us not into temptation,
       but deliver us from the evil one.
       Priest.
       For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
       of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,
       now and ever and unto the ages of ages.
       All.
       Amen.
# The Lost Drink

Parody of The Lost Chord
I had spent the night in the watch-house -- My head was the size of three -- So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice, With something that smelt like lemon, And something that seemed like spice.
It fell on my parching palate Like the dew on a sunbaked plain, And my system began to flourish Like the grass in the soft spring rain; It wandered throughout my being, Suffusing my soul with rest, And I felt as I "scoffed" that liquid That life had a new-found zest.
I have been on the razzle-dazzle Full many a time since then But I never could get the chemist To brew me that drink again. He says he's forgotten the notion -- 'Twas only by chance it came -- He's tried me with various liquids But oh! they are not the same.
We have sought, but we sought it vainly, That one lost drink divine; We have sampled his various bottles, But somehow they don't combine: Yet I know when I cross the River And stand on the Golden Shore I shall meet with an angel chemist To brew me that drink once more.
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# The Lost Express

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* "The Lost Express", a short story by John Carisford
* The Lost Express, a 1926 film distributed by Rayart Pictures
# The Lost Keys of Freemasonry

Published by New York : Macoy Publishing and Masonic Supply Co., in 1923.
* Publishers Foreword
* Foreword
* Introduction
* Prologue
* The Eternal Quest
* The Candidate
* The Entered Apprentice
* The Fellow Craft
* The Master Mason
* The Qualifications Of A True Mason
* Epilogue
* Addenda
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# The Mirror of the Sea/Chapter XXIV

XXIV.
For, after all, a gale of wind, the thing of mighty sound, is inarticulate. It is man who, in a chance phrase, interprets the elemental passion of his enemy. Thus there is another gale in my memory, a thing of endless, deep, humming roar, moonlight, and a spoken sentence.
It was off that other cape which is always deprived of its title as the Cape of Good Hope is robbed of its name. It was off the Horn. For a true expression of dishevelled wildness there is nothing like a gale in the bright moonlight of a high latitude.
The ship, brought-to and bowing to enormous flashing seas, glistened wet from deck to trucks; her one set sail stood out a coal-black shape upon the gloomy blueness of the air. I was a youngster then, and suffering from weariness, cold, and imperfect oilskins which let water in at every seam. I craved human companionship, and, coming off the poop, took my place by the side of the boatswain (a man whom I did not like) in a comparatively dry spot where at worst we had water only up to our knees. Above our heads the explosive booming gusts of wind passed continuously, justifying the sailor's saying "It blows great guns." And just from that need of human companionship, being very close to the man, I said, or rather shouted:
"Blows very hard, boatswain."
His answer was:
"Ay, and if it blows only a little harder things will begin to go. I don't mind as long as everything holds, but when things begin to go it's bad."
​The note of dread in the shouting voice, the practical truth of these words, heard years ago from a man I did not like, have stamped its peculiar character on that gale.
A look in the eyes of a shipmate, a low murmur in the most sheltered spot where the watch on duty are huddled together, a meaning moan from one to the other with a glance at the windward sky, a sigh of weariness, a gesture of disgust passing into the keeping of the great wind, become part and parcel of the gale. The olive hue of hurricane clouds presents an aspect peculiarly appalling. The inky ragged wrack, flying before a nor'-west wind, makes you dizzy with its headlong speed that depicts the rush of the invisible air. A hard sou'-wester startles you with its close horizon and its low gray sky, as if the world were a dungeon wherein there is no rest for body or soul. And there are black squalls, white squalls, thunder squalls, and unexpected gusts that come without a single sign in the sky; and of each kind no one of them resembles another.
There is infinite variety in the gales of wind at sea, and except for the peculiar, terrible, and mysterious moaning that may be heard sometimes passing through the roar of a hurricane—except for that unforgettable sound, as if the soul of the universe had been goaded into a mournful groan—it is, after all, the human voice that stamps the mark of human consciousness upon the character of a gale.
# The Mirror of the Sea/Chapter XX

XX.
IT IS difficult for a seaman to believe that his stranded ship does not feel as unhappy at the unnatural predicament of having no water under her keel as he is himself at feeling her stranded.
Stranding is, indeed, the reverse of sinking. The sea does not close upon the water-logged hull with a sunny ripple, or maybe with the angry rush of a curling wave, erasing her name from the roll of living ships. No. It is as if an invisible hand had been stealthily uplifted from the bottom to catch hold of her keel as it glides through the water.
More than any other event does stranding bring to the sailor a sense of utter and dismal failure. There are strandings and strandings, but I am safe to say that 90 per cent. of them are occasions in which a sailor, without dishonour, may well wish himself dead; and I have no doubt that of those who had the experience of their ship taking the ground, 90 per cent. did actually for five seconds or so wish themselves dead.
"Taking the ground" is the professional expression for a ship that is stranded in gentle circumstances. But the feeling is more as if the ground had taken hold of her. It is for those on her deck a surprising ​sensation. It is as if your feet had been caught in an imponderable snare; you feel the balance of your body threatened, and the steady poise of your mind is destroyed at once. This sensation lasts only a second, for even while you stagger something seems to turn over in your head, bringing uppermost the mental exclamation, full of astonishment and dismay, "By Jove! she's on the ground!"
And that is very terrible. After all, the only mission of a seaman's calling is to keep ships' keels off the ground. Thus the moment of her stranding takes away from him every excuse for his continued existence. To keep ships afloat is his business; it is his trust; it is the effective formula of the bottom of all these vague impulses, dreams, and illusions that go to the making up of a boy's vocation. The grip of the land upon the keel of your ship, even if nothing worse comes of it than the wear and tear of tackle and the loss of time, remains in a seaman's memory an indelibly fixed taste of disaster.
"Stranded" within the meaning of this paper stands for a more or less excusable mistake. A ship may be "driven ashore" by stress of weather. It is a catastrophe, a defeat. To be "run ashore" has the littleness, poignancy, and bitterness of human error.
# The Mirror of the Sea/Chapter XXV

XXV.
THERE is no part of the world of coasts, continents, oceans, seas, straits, capes, and islands which is not under the sway of a reigning wind, the sovereign of its typical weather. The wind rules the aspects of the sky ​and the action of the sea. But no wind rules unchallenged his realm of land and water. As with the kingdoms of the earth, there are regions more turbulent than others. In the middle belt of the earth the Trade Winds reign supreme, undisputed, like monarchs of long-settled kingdoms, whose traditional power, checking all undue ambitions, is not so much an exercise of personal might as the working of long-established institutions. The intertropical kingdoms of the Trade Winds are favourable to the ordinary life of a merchantman. The trumpet-call of strife is seldom borne on their wings to the watchful ears of men on the decks of ships. The regions ruled by the north-east and south-east Trade Winds are serene. In a southern-going ship, bound out for a long voyage, the passage through their dominions is characterized by a relaxation of strain and vigilance on the part of the seamen. Those citizens of the ocean feel sheltered under the ægis of an uncontested law, of an undisputed dynasty. There, indeed, if anywhere on earth, the weather may be trusted.
Yet not too implicitly. Even in the constitutional realm of Trade Winds, north and south of the equator, ships are overtaken by strange disturbances. Still, the easterly winds, and, generally speaking, the easterly weather all the world over, is characterized by regularity and persistence.
As a ruler, the East Wind has a remarkable stability; as an invader of the high latitudes lying under the tumultuous sway of his great brother, the Wind of the West, he is extremely difficult to dislodge, by the reason of his cold craftiness and profound duplicity.
The narrow seas around these isles, where British admirals keep watch and ward upon the marches of the Atlantic Ocean, are subject to the turbulent sway of the West Wind. Call it north-west or south-west, it is all ​one—a different phase of the same character, a changed expression on the same face. In the orientation of the winds that rule the seas, the north and south directions are of no importance. There are no North and South Winds of any account upon this earth. The North and South Winds are but small princes in the dynasties that make peace and war upon the sea. They never assert themselves upon a vast stage. They depend upon local causes—the configuration of coasts, the shapes of straits, the accidents of bold promontories round which they play their little part. In the polity of winds, as amongst the tribes of the earth, the real struggle lies between East and West.