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# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Glover, James Mackey

​GLOVER, James Mackey, musical conductor, composer and critic; originally a chemist; studied music in France; conducted the orchestra at Olympic, Empire, Drury Lane and Palace Theatres; has composed music for various ballets, dramas and pantomimes; conductor at Drury Lane Theatre from 1897; associated with the late Sir Augustus Harris at Royal Italian Opera, Covent Garden; has acted as musical critic to The Sun. The Weekly Sun, The Daily Mail, and now contributes to The Daily Telegraph, London Opinion, and The Stage; conducted concerts at Bexhill for some years; was subsequently elected Mayor of that town; published a book of reminiscences, 1911, and a further volume in 1913; is Managing Director of the Theatre Royal, Plymouth; son of James Mackey Glover; b. in Dublin 18th June, 1861; m. Kathleen Collins. Res.: 19 Sackville Street, London, W.1. Clubs: Eccentric and National Liberal.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Glynn, Sir Joseph Aloysius

​GLYNN, Sir Joseph Aloysius, Knight 1918; Educ.: Blackrock College: R.U.I. (Gold Medallist. Eng. Prose); Solicitor. 1891; Chairman, Co. Galway Co. Council, 1902-1912; Member Board of Technical Instruction, Ireland, 1909-1912: Chairman National Health Insurance Commission (Ireland) since 1911; b 12th April, 1869; Sixth son of the late John McMahon Glynn, of Gort. Co. Galway; m. 24th Oct., 1894, Bride (died 21st April, 1921), dau. of the late John O'Neil Donnellon, Ballinrobe; Co Mayo. Has four sons living. Recn.: Golf. Res.: St. Jarlath's, Ailesbury Road, Co. Dublin. Clubs: National Liberal, London; Stephen's Green. Dublin.
# The kine unguided went

The milch kine drawing the ark: Faith's surrender of all by John Newton
    The kine unguided went
    By the directest road;
    When the Philistines homeward sent
    The ark of Israel's God.
    Lowing they passed along,
    And left their calves shut up;
    They felt an instinct for their young,
    But would not turn or stop.
    Shall brutes, devoid of thought,
    Their Maker's will obey;
    And we, who by his grace are taught,
    More stubborn prove than they?
    He shed his precious blood
    To make us his alone;
    If washed in that atoning flood
    We are no more our own.
    If he his will reveal,
    Let us obey his call;
    And think whate'er the flesh may feel,
    His love deserves our all.
    We should maintain in view
    His glory, as our end;
    Too much we cannot bear, or do,
    For such a matchless friend.
    His saints should stand prepared
    In duty's path to run;
    Nor count their greatest trials hard,
    So that his will be done.
    With Jesus for our guide,
    The path is safe though rough
    The promise says, "I will provide,"
    And faith replies, "Enough!"
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# The lady, or the tiger? and other stories

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THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?
AND OTHER STORIES.
THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?
AND OTHER STORIES
BY
FRANK R. STOCKTON
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1897.
Copyright, 1884, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS.
Press of
Berwick & Smith,
Boston.
CONTENTS.
| | PAGE |
| THE LADY, OR THE TIGER? | 1 |
| THE TRANSFERRED GHOST | 11 |
| THE SPECTRAL MORTGAGE | 28 |
| OUR ARCHERY CLUB | 52 |
| THAT SAME OLD 'COON | 74 |
| HIS WIFE'S DECEASED SISTER | 99 |
| OUR STORY | 115 |
| MR. TOLMAN | 134 |
| ON THE TRAINING OF PARENTS | 166 |
| OUR FIRE-SCREEN | 178 |
| A PIECE OF RED CALICO | 187 |
| EVERY MAN HIS OWN LETTER-WRITER | 195 |
# The principal navigations, voyages, traffiques and discoveries of the English nation

   * Volume 1 (1599)
   * Volume 2 (1599)
   * Volume 3 (1600)

## Later Fascimiles

* The Principal Navigations, Voiages, Traffiques and Discoueries of the English Nation (1598–1600)
   * Volume 15 (1890) (transcription project)
   * Volume 16 (1890) (transcription project)
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# The production of the Gospel of Mark – An essay on intertextuality

* INTRODUCTION
* MARK AND ITS PREDECESSORS
* MARK AND PRECURSOR TEXTS
    Works cited
   Abstract For more than a century the emphasis has been on the growth and not on the making of the Gospel of Mark. This essay focuses on the latter. Firstly, attention is paid to the current views on the origins of the material in order to illustrate the implications of the traditional focus. Secondly, the production of the Gospel of Mark is discussed from the perspective of a totally different perception of the phenomena of text and textual relationships.
* This article is a reworked version of a paper originally read at the annual meeting of the Society for General Literary Studies in March 1992 held at Broederstroom. [Professor Willem Vorster suddenly died on January 10, 1993 (editor)].
This work is released under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license, which allows free use, distribution, and creation of derivatives, so long as the license is unchanged and clearly noted, and the original author is attributed.
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# The present evolution of man, Reid 1896

THE PRESENT EVOLUTION OF MAN
THE PRESENT
EVOLUTION OF MAN
BY
G. ARCHDALL REID
LONDON : CHAPMAN AND HALL, Ld.
1896
[All rights reserved]
Richard Clay & Sons, Limited,
London & Bungay.
To
Thomas Arthur Bramsdon
CONTENTS
| | | Page |
| PART I.—ORGANIC EVOLUTION: |||
| | PHYSICAL EVOLUTION | 3 |
| | THE FACTORS OF EVOLUTION | 54 |
| | MENTAL EVOLUTION | 135 |
| PART II.—THE PRESENT EVOLUTION OF MAN: |||
| | PHYSICAL EVOLUTION | 199 |
| | MENTAL EVOLUTION | 307 |
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# The sun has set, and the long grass now

As rendered in Brontë Poems: Selections from the Poetry of Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell Brontë (1915)
THE sun has set, and the long grass now Waves dreamily in the evening wind; And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone, In some warm nook a couch to find.
In all the lonely landscape round I see no light and hear no sound, Except the wind that far away Comes sighing o'er the heathy sea.
August, 1837.
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Barber to Jonathan Swift - 8

FROM THE LATE LORD MAYOR OF LONDON [ALDERMAN BARBER.]
LONDON, NOV. 17, 1733.
AS I have now got rid of the plague of grandeur, and all its dependencies, I take this first opportunity to pay my respects to you, sir, which I beg pardon for not doing sooner. The transition from Goldsmiths-hall to Queen square is hardly credible; for in one view, to imagine the constant hurry, noise, and impertinence I lay under from morning till night, in opposition to the peace, the quiet, and great tranquillity I feel in my little retirement; makes ​me pity your great men, who certainly must be strangers to the great pleasure I now enjoy.
Before I left my office I took care to do justice to Mr. Pilkington, who has received more than I mentioned, and indeed more than any chaplain ever had before, viz.
| Of the city. | £. s d. |
| Salary | 20 0 0 |
| Gratuity | 25 0 0 |
| Gratuity extraordinary | 21 0 0 |
| | 66 0 0 |
| From my lord mayor | 50 0 0 |
| Five sermons preached before the mayor | 10 0 0 |
| For a copy of one sermon printed | 4 0 0 |
| | £130 0 0 |
St. Paul's happened to be shut up in the summer for two months, when the mayor went on Sundays to his own chapel at Guildhall, and his chaplain read prayers for eight Sunday mornings only; for which the mayor got him from the court of aldermen twenty guineas.
I have been the more particular in this account, because I know your great punctuality in things of this nature, as well as to do myself justice. How much he may be a gainer by coming over, I cannot tell; but if he had pleased to have lived near the hall, as he might, in a lodging of ten or twelve pounds a year, he need not have kept a man (for I had more for show than business) nor given the extravagant sum of thirty pounds a year for lodgings; ​he might have saved something in those articles. Had he lived in the city, I should now and then have had the favour of his company in an evening; but his living from me brought him into company, and among the rest into that of Mr. Edward Walpole, from whom he has great dependences.
I recommended him to Mr. alderman Champion, who got the primate's wife's brother to write in his favour to the primate. And he talks of the living of Colerain's being vacant; if it be, I will do him what service I can.
Thus, sir, I have discharged myself of the duty you laid upon me, in relation to that gentleman, which I hope will be to your satisfaction; for I will never be ungrateful, though I have met with it frequently myself.
All your friends in town are well, and in high spirits. Lord Bolingbroke complains you do not write to him. Poor Mrs. Barber has the gout, but is better. It was a great mortification to me that you did not come and eat some custard; but I hope your health will permit your coming next summer. We rejoice much at my brother French's success. I know you do not deal in news, so I send you none. Pray God continue your health, and believe me always, with the greatest sincerity, sir, your most obedient and most obliged humble servant,
JOHN BARBER.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Boyle to Deane Swift - 1

FROM THE EARL OF ORRERY TO DEANE SWIFT, ESQ.
I AM much obliged to you for the full, though melancholy, account you have sent me of my ever honoured friend. It is the more melancholy to me, as I have heard him often lament the particular misfortune incident to human nature, of an utter deprivation of senses many years before a deprivation of life. I have heard him describe persons in that condition, with a liveliness and a horrour, that on this late occasion have recalled to me his very words. Our litany, methinks should have an addition of a particular prayer against this most dreadful misfortune. I am sure mine shall. The bite of a mad dog (a most tremendous evil) ends soon in death; but the effects of his loss of memory may last even to the longest age of man; therefore I own my friendship for him has now changed my thoughts and wishes into the very reverse of what they were, I rejoice to hear he grows lean. I am sorry to hear his appetite is good. I was glad when there seemed an approaching mortification in his eyelid. In one word, the man I wished to live the longest I wish the ​soonest dead. It is the only blessing that can now befal him. His reason will never return; or if it should, it will only be to show him the misery of having lost it. I am impatient for his going where imperfection ceases, and where perfection begins; where Wilsons cannot break in and steal, and where envy, hatred, and malice have no influence or power. While he continues to breathe, he is an example, stronger and more piercing than he or any other divine could preach, against pride, conceit, and vain glory. Good God! doctor Swift beaten and marked with stripes by a beast in human shape, one Wilson. But he is not only an example against ​presumption and haughtiness, but in reality an incitement to marriage. Men in years ought always to secure a friend to take care of declining life, and watch narrowly as they fall the last minute particles of the hourglass. A bachelor will seldom find, among all his kindred, so true a nurse, so faithful a friend, so disinterested a companion, as one tied to him by the double chain of duty and affection. A wife could not be banished from his chamber, or his unhappy hours of retirement; nor had the dean felt a blow, or wanted a companion, had he been married, or, in other words, had Stella lived. All that a friend could do, has been done by Mrs. Whiteway; all that a companion could persuade, has been attempted by Mrs. Ridgeway. The rest — but I shall run on for ever, and I set out at first only with an intention of thanking you for your letter, and assuring you that
I am, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
ORRERY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Boyle to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM THE EARL OF ORRERY.
I RECEIVED your commands, by Faulkner, to write to you. But what can I say? The scene of Cork is ever the same; dull, insipid, and void of all amusement. His sacred majesty was not under greater difficulty to find out diversions at Helvoetsluys, than I am here. The butchers are as greasy, the quakers as formal, and the presbyterians as holy, and full of the Lord, as usual: all things are in statu quo; even the hogs and pigs gruntle in the same cadence as of yore. Unfurnished with variety, and drooping under the natural dulness of the place, materials for a letter are as hard to be found, as money, sense, honesty, or truth. But I will write on; Ogilby, Blackmore, and my lord Grimstone, have done the same before me.
I have not yet been upon the Change; but am told, that you are the idol of the court of ​aldermen. They have sent you your freedom. The most learned of them having read a most dreadful account, in Littleton's dictionary, of Pandora's gold box, it was unanimously agreed, not to venture so valuable a present in so dangerous a metal. Had these sage counsellors considered, that Pandora was a woman, (which, perhaps, Mr. Littleton forgets to mention) they would have seen, that the ensuing evils arose from the sex, and not from the ore. But I shall speak with more certainty of these affairs, when I have taken my seat among the graybeards.
My letters from England speak of great combustions. Absalom continues a rebel to royal David: the Achitophels of the age are numerous and highspirited. The influence of the comet seems to have strange effects already. In the mean time, here live we, drones of Cork, wrapped up in our own filth, procul a Jove et procul a fulmine. Heaven, and all good stars protect you! For let the thunder burst where it will, so that you are safe, and unsinged, who cares whether Persia submits its government to the renowned Kouli khan, or that beardless unexperienced youth, the sophi. At least the vicar of Bray and I shall certainly be contented.
ORRERY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Barber to Jonathan Swift - 9

FROM ALDERMAN BARBER.
IT was with great pleasure I had the favour of your most obliging letter by the hands of Mr. Richardson, agent to the Irish society; for as I am always proud to receive your commands, he may depend upon any service I can do him that is in my power: when I say this, I make you no great compliment; for as that ​gentleman's merit has raised him to the post he now enjoys under the society, it is hardly to be doubted but that his integrity, and good conduct for the future, will easily preserve his interest in that body.
I am very sorry to hear that your old complaints from your head continue; and the more so, because they have deprived your friends here of the great pleasure and satisfaction of seeing you among them, which is a sensible mortification to them indeed; but I am very much pleased with the account you give of your way of living, because I am a living instance, how the economy you are under must necessarily preserve your life many years. I have the gout sometimes, the asthma very much, and of late frequent pains in my bowels; and yet, by keeping in a constant regular way, I battle them all, and am in much better health than I was twelve years ago, when four top physicians pronounced me a dead man, and sent me abroad to die. I ride when I can, but not in winter; for the fogs and mists, and cold weather, murder me. I drink a pint of claret at dinner (none at night) and have a good stomach, with a bad digestion: but I have good spirits, and am cheerful, I thank God.
I beg pardon for entertaining you so long with my infirmities, which I would humbly apply, That if my being regular, with so many distempers, preserves me to almost a miracle, what must the same method produce in you?
About ten days ago I saw Mr. Pope, who is very well: so is the lord of Dawley.
It is a melancholy reflection you make, how many ​friends you have lost since good queen Anne's time. Many indeed! for there are very few left. The loss of a friend is the loss of a limb, not to be restored. Poor lady Masham among the rest. Our friend the doctor I am afraid did not take the care he ought to have done. I am told he was a great epicure, and denied himself nothing. Possibly he might think the play not worth the candle. You may remember Dr. Garth said he was glad when he was dying; for he was weary of having his shoes pulled off and on. As for my part, I am resolved to make the remains of my life as easy as I can, and submit myself entirely to the will of God.
You will give me leave, sir, just to congratulate you on your publick spirit (and for which all mankind applaud you) in erecting an hospital for the unhappy. It is truly worthy of your great soul, and for which the present and the future age must honour and revere your memory! I dare say no more on this head for fear of offending.
That God Almighty would please to restore your health, and preserve you many years for the good of mankind, is the hearty prayer of, sir, your most obedient humble servant,
JOHN BARBER.
My service to Dr. Delany.
* ↑ Bolingbroke.
* ↑ Arbuthnot.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Boyle to Jonathan Swift - 3

FROM THE EARL OF ORRERY.
I AM very glad there are twelve thousand pounds worth of halfpence arrived; they are twelve thousand arguments for your quitting Ireland. I look upon you in the same state of the unfortunate Achæmenides amidst tyrants and monsters ——— Do you not remember the description of Polypheme and his den?
—— Domus sanie dapibusque cruentis Intus opaca, ingens, ipse arduus, altaque pulsat. Sidera, (Dii talem terris avertite pestem!) Nec visu facilis, nec dictu affabilis ulli: Visceribus miserorum et sanguine vescitur atro.
​Remember also, that
Centum alii curva hæc habitant ad littora vulgo Infandi cyclopes, et altis montibus errant.
Translate these lines and come away with me to Marston; there you shall enjoy otium cum dignitate; there you shall see the famous Sacsockishkash, and his two pupils, who shall attend your altars with daily incense; there no archbishops can intrude; there you shall be the sole lord and master; whilst we your subjects shall learn obedience from our happiness. —— If you ever can think seriously, think so now; and let me say with the curate of my parish, Consider what has been said unto you, ponder it well, lay it up in your heart, and God of his infinite mercy direct you! — Mrs. Whiteway shall be truly welcome to Marston's homely shade. Hector shall fawn upon the doctor; and I myself will be under the direction and government of sir R. W.
You tell me, I am to carry a load for you to England; the most acceptable load will be yourself, and that I would carry with as true piety as Æneas bore the ancient Anchises on his shoulders, when he fled from fire, from blood, from Greeks, and from ruined Troy!
Can you expect that lords move regularly ? Is it not below our station to think where or when we are to go? But if my coach and six is in order, perhaps I may have the honour to start a hare in Steven's Green about the first of next month. In the middle of June I will hope to set sail with you to England. Mr. Pope will come out beyond the shore to meet you: you will exchange cyclops for men; and if one must fall, surely the choice is right:
Si pereo, manibus hominum periisse juvabit.
​My next shall be longer. I am now forced to bid you farewell; but hereafter expect my whole life and conversation; you shall certainly have the cheeses. If you will come to Somersetshire, I will eat one for joy. The best in England are made in my manor.
I am so well, that I had almost forgot to answer that kind part of your letter. It is only you that can add health and happiness to your very affectionate obliged and faithful servant,
ORRERY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From John Boyle to Jonathan Swift - 2

FROM THE SAME.
THIS is occasioned by a letter I have received from Mr. Pope, of which I send you a copy in my own hand, not caring to trust the original to the accidents of the post. I likewise send you part of a fifth volume of Curll's Thefts, in which you will find two letters to you, (one from Mr. Pope, the other from lord Bolingbroke) just published, with an impudent preface by Curll. You see, Curll, like his friend the Devil, glides through all keyholes, and thrusts himself into the most private cabinets.
I am much concerned to find that Mr. Pope is still uneasy about his letters; but, I hope, a letter I sent him from Dublin (which he has not yet received) has removed all anxiety of that kind. In the last discourse I had with you on this topick, you remember you told me, he should have his letters; and I lost no time in letting him know your resolution. God forbid that any more papers belonging to either of you, especially such papers as your familiar letters, should fall into the hands of knaves and fools, the professed enemies of you both in particular, and of all honest and worthy men in general!
I have said so much on this subject, in the late happy hours you allowed me to pass with you at the deanery, that there is little occasion for adding more ​upon it at present; especially as you will find, in Mr. Pope's letter to me, a strength of argument that seems irresistible. As I have thoughts of going to England in June, you may depend upon a safe carriage of any papers you think fit to send him. I should think myself particularly fortunate, to deliver to him those letters he seems so justly desirous of. I entreat you, give me that pleasure! It will be a happy reflection to me in the latest hours of my life; which, whether long or short, shall be constantly spent in endeavouring to do what may be acceptable to the virtuous and the wise. I am, dear sir, your very faithful and obliged humble servant,
ORRERY
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Gaisford-St-Lawrence, Julian Charles

Julian Charles Gaisford-St. Lawrence
​GAISFORD-ST-LAWRENCE, Julian Charles; b. March 28. 1862; son of Thomas Gaisford of Offington and Lady Emily St. Lawrence, eldest dau. of 3rd Earl of Howth; m. 1889 Bertha, dau. of Francis Riddell, of Cheesebiurn Grange, Northumberland, and has issue three sons, four daus. Educ.: Oratory School; Royal Naval College. Served in Royal Navy, 1875-87; resigned his commission and is now a Commander R.N. on the emergency list; called to Bar, Inner Temple, 1891: has served on West Sussex County Council for 6 years, and on the Sussex County Association for Territorial Forces; J.P., Sussex; J.P., D.L., Co. Dublin (High Sheriff, 1916): succeeded in 1909 to the estates of his uncle, the 4th Earl of Howth, and assumed by Royal Licence the additional name and arms of St. Lawrence. Recns.: hunting, shooting, fishing, cricket. Res.: Howth Castle, Co. Dublin. Clubs: Naval and Military; Royal Automobile, London: Kildare Street, Dublin.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Galligan, Peter Paul

​GALLIGAN, Peter Paul (M.P. for West Cavan from Dec, 1918, and for Cavan Co. in Parliament of Southern Ireland, 1921). Res.: Druminalaragh, Ballinagh. Co. Cavan.