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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1745/Bide a Wee, and Dinna Fret

* BIDE A WEE, AND DINNA FRET.
* Is the road very dreary?
* Patience yet!
* Rest will be sweeter if thou art aweary,
* And after night cometh the morning cheery,
* Then bide a wee, and dinna fret.
* The clouds have silver lining,
* Don't forget;
* And though he's hidden, still the sun is shining;
* Courage! instead of tears and vain repining,
* Just bide a wee, and dinna fret.
* With toil and cares unending
* Art beset?
* Bethink thee, how the storms from heaven descending
* Snap the stiff oak, but spare the willow bending,
* And bide a wee, and dinna fret.
* Grief sharper sting doth borrow
* From regret;
* But yesterday is gone, and shall its sorrow
* Unfit us for the present and the morrow?
* Nay; bide a wee, and dinna fret.
* An over-anxious brooding
* Doth beget
* A host of fears and fantasies deluding;
* Then, brother, lest these torments be intruding,
* Just bide a wee, and dinna fret.
* Leisure Hour.S. E. G.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1745

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1745. — November 24, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Pre-Christian Dispensaries and Hospitals, | Westminster Review, | 451 |
| II. | Da Capo. By Miss Thackeray. Part II. | Advance Sheets, | 462 |
| III. | Lord Chancellors and Chief Justices since Lord Campbell. By Rev. F. Arnold, | New Quarterly Review, | 469 |
| IV. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XXXVIII. | Harper's Bazar, | 486 |
| V. | The Restoration of the Ancient System of tank Irrigation in Ceylon, | Nature, | 489 |
| VI. | Erica. Translated for The Living Age from the German of | Frau von Ingersleben, | 495 |
| VII. | The Black Museum, | Spectator, | 501 |
| VIII. | William and Mary Howitt, | Leisure Hour, | 504 |
| VII. | A Female Detective, | European Mail, | 510 |
| VIII. | The Mennonite Communists, | Pall Mall Gazette, | 512 |
POETRY. :
| The Angels' Greeting, | 450 | Bide a Wee, and Dinna Fret, | 450 |
| Dead, yet Speaking. By the author of "John Halifax, Gentleman," | 450 | Gathered Roses. By F. W. Bourdillon, | 450 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1742/The Frigid Zone

* THE FRIGID ZONE.
* O ye who dwell beneath the temperate sun,
* And till the happy fields of every day,
* Know ye what lands are lying far away,
* Where never birds rejoice, nor waters run,
* But all the seasons wear the robes of one, —
* Too white, too fair for aught but death's array?
* Know ye that human hearts like yours are there,
* That human life breathes in that icy air?
* Great dawns are there, of stainless pearl and rose, —
* There the white splendors of still greater nights
* Stream up the sky. But heavenly lights are cold!
* And the earth moans under her weight of snows,
* Keeping a thousand uses and delights
* Hid in her breast, that never may unfold.
* Catskill, New York.
* Spectator.Carl Spencer.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1743/The Electric Conductivity of Water

From The Popular Science Review.
THE ELECTRIC CONDUCTIVITY OF WATER.
It seems at ﬁrst sight curious that in the case of so common a substance as water there should be any doubt among physicists as to the power which the liquid possesses of conducting electricity. Not that the subject has by any means been neglected, as the labors of Magnus, Pouillet, Becquerel, Oberbeck, Rossetti, and Quincke abundantly testify. But the results obtained by these several investigators differ so widely among themselves that it is not easy to know which are to be accepted. The ﬁgures brought out by Pouillet, for example, are sixty times greater than those deduced by Magnus. Professor Kohlrausch has, therefore, thought it high time that the subject was settled; and after a most carefully conducted investigation, he has published the results of his inquiry in Poggendorf's "Annalen" (Ergänzungsb. iii. 1877, p. 1). Many substances have their electric conductivity affected to a remarkable extent by the presence of impurities, even when these are present in only minute proportion. Matthiessen showed that copper, for instance, has its conductivity lowered forty per cent., by presence of a mere trace of arsenic. In like manner Kohlrausch has found it necessary to pay scrupulous attention to the purity of the water which he examined, and indeed the discrepancies among the results of previous inquirers may probably be explained by inattention to this point. Having prepared the liquid in as pure a state as the resources of the laboratory can permit, Kohlrausch tested the conductivity by examining a shell of this water enclosed between two hemispherical vessels of platinum nearly ﬁtting one into the other, and serving as electrodes. On passing a current of electricity through this arrangement, it was found that the pure water offered remarkable resistance; in fact its conductivity was only one one-hundred-and-twentieth of that assigned to it by Pouillet. Rain, which is, of course, the purest natural form of water, conducted electricity twenty-ﬁve times better than the artiﬁcially puriﬁed liquid which served as a standard.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1744

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1744. — November 17, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Walter Bagehot, | Fortnightly Review, | 387 |
| II. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XXXVII., | Harper's Bazar, | 406 |
| III. | The Murder of Thomas Becket. By James Anthony Froude. Part V., | Nineteenth Century, | 410 |
| IV. | Da Capo. By Miss Thackeray, | Advance Sheets, | 422 |
| V. | On the Comparative Stupidity of Politicians, | Fraser's Magazine, | 427 |
| VI. | Doris Barugh. A Yorkshire Story. By the author of "Patty." Part VI., | Good Words, | 431 |
| VII. | Mr. Bryce's Ascent of Mount Ararat, | Spectator, | 443 |
| VIII. | Convalescence, | Saturday Review, | 446 |
POETRY. :
| The Deserted Garden, | The Deserted Garden, | The Deserted Garden, | 386 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1743

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1743. — November 10, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The Color-Sense. By Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone, | Nineteenth Century, | 323 |
| II. | Doris Barugh. A Yorkshire Story. By the author of "Patty." Part V., | Good Words, | 337 |
| III. | The Colors of Animals and Plants. By Alfred R. Wallace. II. - The Colors of Plants, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 352 |
| IV. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XXXVI., | Harper's Bazar, | 358 |
| V. | The School of Giorgione, | Fortnightly Review, | 362 |
| VI. | The Supernatural Element in Shakespeare, | Westminster Review, | 369 |
| VII. | Mr. Ruskin's Unique Dogmatism, | Spectator, | 376 |
| VIII. | Lost in Magellan's Straits, | Chambers' Journal, | 379 |
| IX. | The Scenery and the People of Lewis, | Spectator, | 381 |
| X. | The Electric Conductivity of Water, | Popular Science Review, | 384 |
POETRY. :
| The Song of Patience, | 322 | Sweet Love and I, | 322 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 384 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1743/Sweet Love and I

* SWEET LOVE AND I.
* Sweet Love and I have strangers been
* These many years,
* So many years.
* He came to me when life was green
* And free from fears,
* These present fears.
* He came, and for a little space
* My life was gladdened by his grace;
* But soon he fled, and joy gave place
* To grief and tears.
* "O Love, come to me once again!"
* My lone heart sighs,
* So sadly sighs.
* "Recall thy fearless nature, then,"
* Sweet Love replies,
* Softly replies.
* "Thou canst not? Then I cannot be
* The same that once I was to thee.
* There's no room in the heart for me,
* Where fears arise."
* Chambers' Journal.A. C. S.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1792/The Woods in Autumn

* THE WOODS IN AUTUMN.
* A SONNET
* Flashes of gold that fleck the sober grey;
* Dark ruddy tints that crimson in the light;
* Soft streaks of silver glimmering pearly white,
* Amid the russet browns half hid away;
* Pure green of spring that lingers while it may;
* Patches of ivy-foliage dark as night;
* Rich purple shades that peep out from the height:
* Such crown with glory the September day.
* Oh autumn woods! I lie beside the stream
* That winds you round about so lovingly,
* And rapt in sensfe of wondrous beauty, see
* How vain must be ambition's lofty dream
* To rival tints like yours, or dare to trace
* Your perfect harmony, your perfect grace.
* Cassel's Magazine.G. Weatherly.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1793/My Friend: a Portrait

* MY FRIEND: A PORTRAIT.
* Not of the happy souls who sing
* Is he my heart loves best;
* His speech is not a magic thing,
* His thoughts but poorly drest.
* His path lies not among the great,
* Their praise he doth not speak;
* He dwells 'mid those of mean estate,
* The lowly and the meek.
* He is not beauteous as a god,
* As nature's kings should be;
* No eye would note him in a crowd,
* Nor heart leap up to see.
* No guerdons of the world are his,
* Nor honors, wealth, nor praise;
* Small is his share of outward bliss,
* Laborious are his days.
* But ah! could others read aright
* That mind so pure and fair,
* How would they envy his delight,
* His joy beyond compare!
* Whilst we aspire to heavenly things,
* In vision faint and dim,
* His spirit mounts on golden wings,
* And all is clear to him.
* Whilst we lament man's evil days,
* By pain and wrong opprest,
* His lips are ever proud to praise,
* Bright hopes burn in his breast.
* His joys come hardly once a year,
* Whilst sorrows crowd apace —
* To him each day is glad and fair,
* The world a blessed place.
* So small, so great, his pleasures are,
* Alternate sage and child,
* He looks with rapture on a star,
* A tiny floweret wild.
* What marvels poets see and hear,
* All learn when he is by:
* Music affects the heedless ear;
* Beauty the careless eye.
* He chooseth not, but teaches all,
* And gladdens without heed;
* His mind like dews of heaven fall,
* On those who stand in need.
* Ill fortune halteth at his door,
* And sorrows pass not by:
* They leave him tranquil as before,
* With spirit calm and high.
* His treasure none can take by stealth,
* His portion none destroy,
* Since things unseen are all his wealth,
* And nature all his joy!
* Nor is he niggard of his hoard,
* He largely gives his own:
* A beauteous thought, a kindling word,
* A glimpse of worlds unknown.
* For none so full of love as he,
* His wisdom hath no end;
* The proudest on his bended knee
* Might pray for such a friend.
* Good Words.M. B.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1793/Rain

* RAIN.
* More than the wind, more than the snow,
* More than the sunshine, I love rain;
* Whether it droppeth soft and low,
* Whether it rusheth amain.
* Dark as the night it spreadeth its wings,
* Slow and silently up on the hills;
* Then sweeps o'er the vale, like a steed that springs
* From the grasp of a thousand wills.
* Swift sweeps under heaven the raven cloud's flight;
* And the land, and the lakes, and the main,
* Lie belted beneath with steel-bright light,
* The light of the swift-rushing rain.
* On evenings of summer, when sunlight is low,
* Soft the rain falls from opal-hued skies;
* And the flowers the most delicate summer can show,
* Are not stirred by its gentle surprise.
* It falls on the pools, and no wrinkling it makes,
* But touching, melts in, like the smile
* That sinks in the face of a dreamer, but breaks
* Not the calm of his dream's happy wile.
* The grass rises up as it falls on the meads;
* The bird softlier sings in his bower;
* And the circles of gnats circle on like winged seeds,
* Through the soft sunny lines of the shower.
* Ebenezer Jones.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1794

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXIV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1794. — November 2, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Hallucinations of the Senses, | Fortnightly Review, | 259 |
| II. | Within the Precincts. By Mrs. Oliphant. Part XVI., | Advance Sheets, | 269 |
| III. | Holidays in Eastern France. Part II., | Fraser's Magazine, | 274 |
| IV. | "Fred": a Tale from Japan, | Blackwood's Magazine, | 283 |
| V. | Color in Painting, | Cornhill Magazine, | 287 |
| VI. | Sir Walter Scott and the Romantic Reaction, | Contemporary Review, | 298 |
| VII. | "Through the Dark Continent" in 1720, | Macmillan's Magazine, | 313 |
| VIII. | The Buzzing of Insects, | Public Opinion, | 319 |
| IX. | Public Opinion, | Spectator, | 320 |
POETRY. :
| At Nightfall, | 258 | True, | 258 |
| The Wrong Time, | 258 | With a Present, | 258 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1794/At Nightfall

* AT NIGHTFALL.
* Coming along by the meadows,
* Just after the sun went down,
* Watching the gathering shadows
* Creep over the hillsides brown;
* Coming along in the gloaming,
* With never a star in the sky,
* My thoughts went a-roaming, a-roaming
* Through days that are long gone by;
* Days when desire said, "To-morrow,
* To-morrow, heart, we'll be gay!"
* Days ere the heart heard the sorrow
* Which echoes through yesterday.
* Life was a goblet burnished
* That with love for wine was filled;
* The cup is bruised and tarnished,
* And the precious wine is spilled.
* But to the traveller weary,
* Just coming in sight of home,
* What does it matter how dreary
* The way whereby he has come?
* Coming along by the meadows,
* And watching the fading day,
* Duskier than night's dusky shadows
* Fell shadows of yesterday.
* In the northern sunset's glimmer
* The great bear opened his eyes;
* Low in the east a shimmer
* Showed where the full moon would rise.
* Lights in a window were gleaming,
* And some one stood at a gate,
* Said, "Why do you stand there dreaming?
* And why are you home so late?"
* Yesterday's shadow and sorrow
* That moment all vanished away!
* Here were to-day and to-morrow —
* What matter for yesterday?
* Good Words.M. A. H.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1794/The Wrong Time

* THE WRONG TIME.
* Some indiscreet Abderite boys,
* Within a limpit's hollow,
* Offered in laurel-juice blue flies
* As victims to Apollo.
* The god appeased will bless, they thought,
* Our tasks of prose and rhyme;
* So they the flitting insects caught,
* But lost the flitting time.
* When Pedagogue their progress tries,
* Nor finds the lesson done,
* In vain they plead the sacrifice.
* He whips them every one.
* G. S. Cautley.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1793

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XXIV. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1793. — October 26, 1878. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIX. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Martin Joseph Routh, | Quarterly Review, | 195 |
| II. | Macleod of Dare. By William Black. Part XVII., | Advance Sheets, | 216 |
| III. | Among the Burmese. Part III., | Fraser's Magazine, | 232 |
| IV. | Sir Gibbie. By George MacDonald, author of "Malcolm," "The Marquis of Lossie," etc. Part II., | Advance Sheets, | 240 |
| V. | A New Author's Grievance, | Spectator, | 250 |
| VI. | The Sorrows of the Slow, | Spectator, | 252 |
| VII. | Calculating Boys, | Spectator, | 255 |
POETRY. :
| My Friend: a Portrait, | 194 | To the Finest of Fruits, | 194 |
| Rain, | 194 | |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1793/To the Finest of Fruits

* TO THE FINEST OF FRUITS.
* (Sung in August by a Sub-Editor.)
* Let others praise the mellow peach,
* The luscious grape, the golden pine;
* But oh, within my modest reach,
* I know a fruit that's more divine.
* 'Mid fragrant groves of orange flower
* Let bridegroom roam! But weave my crown
* Of gooseberries that, sweet or sour,
* Bloom when the world is out of town!
* When silence holds the Lady's Mile,
* And daily sheets, grown empty too,
* Hail, with a glad and greeting smile
* The little earthquake from Peru —
* The avalanche — the hot pursuit
* Of luggage lost — all things that bore!
* Say, what can match the cheery fruit
* That blooms till town is full once more!
* Punch.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1792/La Pellegrina Rondinella

* LA PELLEGRINA RONDINELLA.
* BY THOMASSO GROSSI (Milan).
* Little pilgrim swallow, still
* Thou dost perch upon my sill,
* Singing every morning, till
* My heart repeats thy plaintive rill;
* What is wrong, tell me along,
* Little swallow, in thy song?
* Art forsaken by thy mate,
* Abandoned and left desolate;
* Or weep'st perhaps my cruel fate,
* Seeing me disconnsolate?
* With sorrow wrung, my heart's unstrung,
* Little swallow, by thy tongue.
* Yet have I most cause to sigh
* Thou canst on thy wings rely,
* Skim the lake and soar on high,
* Wake in echoes from the sky
* Notes that each my prison reach,
* Little swallow, with thy speech.
* Ah! if I — but fates, compel
* Me dungeoned to this narrow cell,
* Whence the sun may not dispel
* The gloom that drowns my voice as well,
* Lifted vain, in sad refrain,
* Little swallow, to thy strain.
* Now September is at hand
* Thou wilt leave me with thy band,
* Calling mountains, dreary sand,
* Calling oceans, flowery land,
* Without choice, to rejoice,
* Little swallow, with thy voice.
* Still shall I, awake from sleep
* Opening my eyes to weep,
* Though the earth with snow be deep,
* Fresh thy love and pity keep;
* Without restraint, to hear I'll feint,
* Little swallow, still, thy plaint.
* When spring comes in radiance bright,
* A cross will stand upon yon height;
* Little swallow, check thy flight,
* Upon its topmost bar to light;
* Salute my grave, and at its verge,
* Little swallow, chant my dirge.
* Cincinnati, July 21, '77J. T. W.
# Leaves of Knowledge/Chapter 28

MONTANA'S CAPITAL
CHAPTER XXVIII.
Montana's Capital.
Since my last visit to Helena, the government has erected a commodious and substantial Federal building.
The Northern Pacific and Great Northern Railway Companies have just completed a fine union depot, which adds much to the appearance of the city.
On December 1st, an extraordinary session of the legislature was called, bringing to the capital many acquaintances from other sections of the state, and made a continual stir and bustle for two weeks. Then came the holiday season, causing the city generally to show great evidence of prosperity.
Montana has every reason to be proud of its state capitol, which is located in the eastern part of the city on ​a plat of ten acres, donated to the state. The building is two hundred and fifty feet in length by one hundred and thirty in width. From the center of the building rises the dome, which is covered with copper and crowned by the statue of liberty. Arrangements have been made for planting the entire ground with trees, which will, with growth, give a pleasant appearance.
I very much admired the governor's reception room, twenty by forty feet in size. The room is beautifully decorated in green and red. The chandelier is as elaborate when lighted as any I have ever seen. The harmony of the color effect and the blending is perfectly grand. There are larger and more costly state buildings in other parts of the union, but for beanty and design, there are none that excel the capitol of Montana. The ​supreme court room, state officials' apartments, senate chamber, and the house, all blend in the striking colors of green and red. At the head of the grand stairway and above an art glass window, is a painting presented by the Northern Pacific Railway Company, representing the driving of its golden spike, at Gold Creek, Montana, on the completion of the road on September 18th, 1883. General U. S. Grant is plainly shown holding the hammer, which drove the spike, finishing the railway connections from the Atlantic to the Pacific, by this transcontinental line.
In the house of representatives, directly over the speaker's desk, is a painting, commemorating the "Louisiana Purchase." In this picture are grouped the men who participated in this transaction, though some of them ​never met. Seated and standing around the table are Napoleon and Marbois, on behalf of the French government, while our country is represented by Jefferson, Livingston and Monroe. On the table is a globe, and the map of the territory involved.
The celebration in its honor will begin May 1st of this present year, at St. Louis, Missouri.
In the senate chamber is a painting over the president's desk of "Lewis' First Glimpse of the Rockies." It shows Lewis on a rocky point with his telescope, catching a view of the distant Rocky mountains, with his comrades in the background.
In honor of this expedition will be the "Lewis and Clarke Exposition," next year at Portland, Oregon.
My sojourn in Helena coming to a close, I will now leave you for the ​present, and go home to Butte; knowing that I have given truthful information to my many, many readers.
FINIS.
# Leaves of Knowledge/Chapter 3

PORTLAND, THE WESTERN HUB
CHAPTER III.
Portland, the Western Hub.
Portland is the great shipping center for the entire State of Oregon and eastern Washington, brought thither on boats from the Columbia and Willamette rivers and by rail over the different railroads having their terminals here. Nature has done much for this principal and largest city in Oregon, built on both sides and having a natural slope to the Willamette river, which is spanned by four bridges, in addition to the boat traffic. The most important business houses are situated on the West side, while across the river on the east are the large flour and saw-mills, besides the extensive warehouses and wharfs from which vessels are loaded for shipment to all parts of the globe. ​On both sides are the fine residences, beautiful lawns and numerous parks, at only thirty feet above the sea level, while in plain view I can see Mount Hood with its snow-capped peak towering 11,934 feet high, as well as Mount Rainier, 14,532 feet; also Mt. St. Helens, with an elevation of 9,750 feet. Surely such grandeur cannot be found elsewhere, with every variety of climate and every industry at its very doors. It is a day well spent to visit the City Park and Portland Heights, beside a number of street car rides; one being to the Falls of the Willamette at Oregon City, where there is an extensive water power, large saw-mills, and an immense paper mill. Another pleasant car ride was to Vancouver, Washington, the government trading and supply fort for the Northwest. The day I visited Vancouver how I displeased a ​photographer. He had his studio in a rather dilapidated looking old tent; he saw me stopping with my kodak and came to the door and looked in disgust at me, saying, "fire away." I smiled, thanked him, and fired, which I had certainly intended to do. I also made a pleasant trip to Aberdeen, Washington, on Grays Harbor.
Portland is a prominent railway center and terminus of several steamer lines; steamships making regular trips to the Orient and San Francisco, California, the largest city on the Pacific coast.
After spending an enjoyable time in Portland, I left for Butte, Montana, over the Northern Pacific Railway, as the courtesies and attention of the employes on that road make travelling a pleasure.
# Manual of The Mother Church/front matter

TRANSLATED INTO GERMAN
FROM THE AUTHORIZED
ENGLISH
TEXT
Authorized Literature of
The First Church of Christ, Scientist
in Boston, Massachusetts
Copyright, 1895
By Christian Science Board of Directors
Copyright, 1895, 1896, 1897, 1898, 1899, 1901
By James A. Neal and Thomas W. Hatten
Copyright, 1903, 1904, 1906, 1908
By Mary Baker G. Eddy