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# The New Student's Reference Work/Cameron, Simon

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Cam'eron, Simon, an American senator, was born in Pennsylvania, March 8, 1799. He was elected to the United States senate in 1845, and acted with the Democratic party. After the repeal of the Missouri Compromise he allied himself with the Republican party, and was again elected to the senate. His name was proposed for president in the Republican convention of 1860, and under President Lincoln he became secretary of war. After two years he resigned and was appointed minister to Russia. Again elected to the senate, he became chairman of the committee on foreign relations. In 1877 he resigned, and was succeeded by his son, J. Donald Cameron. He died June 26, 1889.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Campbell, Thomas

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​Campbell, Thomas (born 1777, died 1844), a noted British poet, was born at Glasgow, and, as a student at the university there, was distinguished for his knowledge of Greek literature. His early poem, The Pleasures of Hope, gave him a name as a poet. He traveled on the continent, where he witnessed the battle of Hohenlinden, which forms the subject of one of his finest lyrics. He wrote, besides poems, articles for the magazines and papers and for the Edinburgh Encyclopædia, and also published a magazine. He was at one time lord rector of the University of Glasgow. He died at Boulogne, France, and was buried in Westminster Abbey, a Polish nobleman scattering dust on his coffin from the grave of Kosciusko. Gertrude of Wyoming and the short poem, The Last Man, are well known; but it is for his war lyrics that Campbell will be most remembered, such as Hohenlinden, Ye Mariners of England and The Battle of the Baltic.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Canadian Northern Railway, The

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​Canadian Northern Railway, The. Its main line from Winnipeg to Edmonton enters the province of Manitoba on the east 160 miles north of the boundary, running across the province a little north of west and crossing the Regina-Prince Albert branch of the same road at Warman. It crosses the North Saskatchewan twice before leaving the province at Lloyd-minister, a noted English colony. The Prince Albert branch of this railway is further north, leaving Manitoba at its northwest corner and running almost due west to Prince Albert. The Regina-Prince Albert branch, recently acquired by this company, runs from Regina in a northwesterly direction via Saskatoon to Prince Albert.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Cameroon

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Cameroon. See Kamerun.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. Shyam Sunder Chakrabutty

BABU SHYAM SUNDER CHAKRA BUTTY.
OUR STUDENTS.
Students of Bengal! You have ever been her hope and strength. It is you who have always felt, worked and suffered for her; you have obeyed her call, regardless of consequences; you have held your country dearer than prospects in life; you have been shadowed, spied on, insulted, imprisoned and exiled with hardly a word of love, sympathy or commiseration breathed for you. You have been misunderstood, ​misrepresented and maligned, but you have not swerved from your duty. You have fed the famished, relieved the flood-stricken, regulated the rush of pilgrims during festivals, furthered the cause of peace and progress, received encomiums of the guardians of law and order, but at the next moment been handed over to the tender mercies of the police as criminals and culprits of the basest type. You have known many ups and downs, but have never been unduly elated or depressed. I am one of those who have an intimate knowledge of what you had to pay for your self-less devotion to your country. I am one of those who drained with you the bitter cup to the dregs. I know the stuff that is in you, I feel the pulse that beats in you, I dream the dream that sustains and inspires you on your dreary march. Will you then fail the country in this supreme crisis when she has just begun to go your way? The stern discipline of suffering, the salutary schooling of experience, the example and precept of the greatest living Indian have at last set you on the right road to salvation. Bring therefore to the altar of the Mother the offering of your holy ardour and enthusiasm. What is your education ​and instinct worth if interested cry is suffered to pass for public opinion, if sycophancy is suffered to masquerade as citizenship, if tales of petty personal inconveniences are suffered to flaunt themselves as correct reports of national happenings, if an honest appeal to national self-respect is suffered to be stigmatised as coercion and intimidation, if the proud man’s “ipse dixite” are suffered to be elevated to the rank of facts and truths, if the most unwarranted restriction of your commonest right—the right to speak, write, associate and serve—is suffered to assume the sanctity and majesty of law? Will you allow the God in you to be thus insulted? If not, then accept this challenge to your divinity; if not, then call up the spirit in you, if not, then meet hatred with love, misrepresentation with becoming silence, and persecution with noble self-suffering. You are out to teach how wrong ought to be righted, how the very germ of evil is to be killed by goodness, how to make the creed of suffering and sacrifice the established creed of the world, in short, to vindicate the innate dignity and majesty of your soul. One supreme effort is called for. Think and act.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mrs. C. R. Das

Mrs. C. R. Das
INDIAN NATIONAL CONGRESS
AN APPEAL TO THE COUNTRY
Awake: Arise: Hear ye not your mother's call? Oft, in days gone by, she came to you and spoke to you and you heard her not. She stands before you again to-day and speaks in accents clear and irresistible. And should she speak in vain? Would you still hide your face in fear or would you, a free being as you are, rise and respond to her stern and imperious call?
The national Congress sits on the 26th of December. Many of its trusted leaders and workers, young and old, will be absent from its deliberations for reasons which are known to you. These high-souled and selfless patriots, though absent, will be present there in spirit. Should you not be there to be cheered and inspired by their presence? The President's Chair will remain vacant. What then? His message to the Congress he has left with me and on the eve of his arrest he charged me, his wife, with the sacred duty of delivering it to you. Poor and unworthy as I am, I shall try to discharge ​that sacred duty. That is my husband’s wish, That is Mahatma Gandhi’s wish. Will you not come and stand by me in this my solemn hour of trial? Remember that for the last 40 years the Congress has been the only national institution and its pandal the chosen field of our action. Here it is that our fathers decided to give battle to the powers that be. Here it is that the Swaraj Flag was hoisted and kept flying by those who have gone before us. Shall we abandon the flag at this critical moment and allow it to be captured by our opponents to be trampled on to our eternal shame? I know you will not suffer it. Forget your differences, Come in your thousands. Rally round the Congress and keep the Swaraj Flag flying: sacrifice yourselves, if need be, on its sacred ramparts. The last call sounds: Hark—“Arise”: “Awake”
Men and women of Bengal: I am proud of what you have achieved during the course of a week. I glory in your sacrifices unstintedly and ungrudgingly made for the cause. Who can read the long roll of arrests and imprisonments but with a thrill of joy and hope? Who can witness the cheerful march of the pilgrims to the "Swaraj Ashram" but with tears of admiration in his eyes? The fight has just begun. The fight ​will be long and arduous. If soul-force counts for anything in the world, the victory is ours.
The Congress has decided that a Hartal should be observed in Calcutta on the 24th of December. In this no insult is intended to the Prince. I, as a mother should be the last person to hurt the feelings of one so young and tender, and also brave. But the nation has decided that it is unable to extend to the Prince any welcome as a nation. It is your solemn duty to observe the Hartal. But remember that the Hartal is an expression of our natural mourning. Observe it in a spirit of reverence and humility, above all, non-violence.
To you, my younger brothers and sisters, I say: you are your Mother's hope, her pride, her joy. March onward to victory and to glory. Dec. 16, 1921.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. Jinnah

Mr. JINNAH.
“Every responsible citizen in India must look upon the present position taken up by the Government as thoroughly unjustifiable. The Government have justified the present measures on the ground that law and order must be maintained, to which no exception can be taken. But it is not possible to maintain law and order either by force or by Statutes, when it is a matter of common knowledge, that intellectual and thoughtful public opinion is not respected and satisfied. It pains all to think that H. E. Lord Reading, after nine months' personal study ​of the Indian grievances, is not able to find a solution that can satisfy the intelligentia.
“The non-co-operation movement is only a symptom and expression of general dissatisfaction, owing to the utter disregard of public opinion and of outstanding grievances. In my opinion, the only course open to the Government is to come to a settlement of the three questions, the Khilafat, the Punjab and Swaraj,—on reasonable lines. No Government has ever succeeded in fighting against the people, and repression will only make matters worse. There will be no need on the part of the Government to make special efforts to maintain law and order, if Lord Reading will only meet the reasonable demand of the people, which has been placed before him by more than one responsible leader. Every country has got an extreme section of opinion, but it will be impossible for that section to make any headway if the bulk of the people are satisfied. And my reading of the Indian situation is that, leave alone the bulk of the people, even the intellectual and reasonable section is far from satisfied with the present policy of the Government. It is often said that sober people should rally round the authority. How is it possible for them to ​support or stand by the Government, when the Government has paid no heed to what even they have urged upon Lord Reading and his Government for the last nine months?”
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. C. Rajagopalachar

SJT. C. RAJAGOPALACHAR
Hope at last
"But things are shaping themselves beautifully without our having to force the pace" so writes Mahatma Gandhi on 10th instant. When otherwise, in December, men would have doubted whether we had done well or failed. When we were anxiously thinking how to shape our programme in order that we might get greater momentum, Providence has led our rulers into a policy which, if met by a little courage, on ​our part and a little sacrifice, will surely take us to the promised land in less than a month.
Civil disobedience was inevitable, but the danger of disorder made us draw a distinction between mass and individual disobedience. We were striving to find out what law or orders were best fitted for civil disobedience. We laid down conditions, moving most cautiously. When we were thus anxiously feeling our way, our rulers have come to our help. The hand of God is clearly seen in recent events. Clean simple Civil Disobedience, with all the advantages of individual as well as of mass disobedience, with the risks of violence reduced to a minimum, has been rendered possible by the wholesale prohibitions of Congress executive work which is now being promulgated as law in province after province.
We made the mistake of giving our honorary Congress Workers a bad English name. We called them Volunteers and the Government is taking full advantage of the word. "Volunteer" suggests guns, sticks or at least, some amount of drill. Under the pretence of supressing a potential army of revolutionaries, which in European countries would call itself by such a name, Government's trying to make illegal all congress work such as Swadeshi or ​temperance or organisation of branches and even to make it practically impossible to see to the physical needs of our meetings and gatherings. To such a wide prohibition, no nation with a further before it, can submit. The young men of this province have tarried too long. A chance is now offered to them. In hundreds and thousands, I expect them now to come forward, give their names as congress volunteers, and go to prison if the government is resolved to send to prison, men whose main and only object is to make men peaceful, non-violent, industrious, brave and godly.
There is no more time to be lost. God has taken away wisdom from our rulers and guided them into the path of folly, so that we might have our birth right. Only, we should purify ourselves with a little sacrifice and a little courage. The Criminal Law amendment Act will bring us Swaraj within the year, if our young men wake up now.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. Harilal Gandhi

HIRALAL GANDHI'S LETTER.
Dear Shyam Babu,
The arrest of Mr. Das, Maulana Abul Kalam Azad and others fills me with both grief and joy. My duty, I am sure, is now clear. I am offering myself for arrest this evening. I was about to leave for Bombay in a day or two to be with my dear mother and children after a long absence from them. I however, feel that in Bengal, where with my Bengali friends I have shared in their pleasures and very little in their pains and amongst whom I have earned my bread and butter, lay my duty. At this juncture therefore, I cannot leave the spot. If I am mistaken, my Ba and Babu, I have no doubt, will forgive me.
The Government say we defy them as enemies. I beg to differ. Our courting imprisonment, in my humble opinion, is only by way of humble protest against the manifold grievances the existence of which no one can truthfully deny.
​Adieu to all my beloved friends and well wishers.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. Yakub Hassan

MR. YAKUB HASSANS' MESSAGE.
The prison door is the key to Swaraj. "Don't soil the white flag of freedom with blood stained hands. Enough blood is being shed in the homeland of Turks. Help the Mujahideons there to the best of your ability and gain double reward of participation of peaceful Jehad at home and armed Jehad abroad."
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. B. N. Sasmal

MESSAGE OF B. N. SASMAL
The call has come at last and I obey. There can be no fixed hour for the call, so can there be none for the response. But I have been preparing myself for it these last few months. In this day of rejoicing when I am just retiring unto myself I cannot but acknowledge with gratefulness the kindness shown to me by my Maker. This forward march is indeed coming back to self. To my mind it is no going away, but by the grace of the All-Merciful, I am first, approaching the Swaraj Asram at last. From other's land I am going back to my own; I shake off my fetters and become master of my own. My own language fails me to give adequate expression to my heartfelt love to and reverence for God. The baser elements of my nature which had hitherto served to show off the grandeur of my outer life to my fellow beings fail me at this hour in revealing my innermost thoughts to the Greater Man within me.
It is not that my heart does not bleed for the attainment of Swaraj and the redress of the Khilafat and Punjab wrongs; perhaps it does more than many other's. But I did not join in ​this great struggle for Swaraj, the Khilafat, and the Punjab only. The path society has trudged on so long everywhere is not the right one. Man himself will have to bring back man from this path full of sorrow and misery. For this has the Man within me aspired to become a real man and for this have I joined the great struggle. Society will be purged of its sin and suffering by penance in the shape of sell-sacrifice by us all. Therefore every true man must prepare to sacrifice himself. My one request to my countrymen is that they retire into the inner reality day in and day out from the outer manifestations of these days. Swaraj and the redress of the Khilafat and Panjab wrongs they will gain undoubtedly, but they will also gain something without compare in this world. I believe firmly that by the self-sacrifice of the men of India will be blessed the man of this world.
The East has always given the West its religion. Today also will it be the religious teacher of the West. Politics will henceforth be based upon religion. It is absolutely necessary therefore, for the whole of Bengal, and specially Midnapur, to take to the Charka. Wherever I may be and however placed, I shall never forget Midnapore.
# The Pilgrims' March/Mr. S. Sreenivasa lyengar

1921.
S. SRINIVASA IYENGAR'S MANIFESTO.
As a protest against the policy of Repression pursued by the Government in other parts of India and in this province I feel bound to relinguish my title of C.I.E. and to resign my seat in the Legislative Council of Madras as representing the University, as a Nationalist, following Moderate methods of activity and believing that unity is the sole method of achieving immediate and full Dominion Status which is the object of all Nationalists. I have difference and I still differ from Mahatma Gandhi and the Congress as regards the programme of boycott of schools, Courts and Councils and their adoption of Civil Disobedience, but this policy of repression directed against the Indian National Congress and its leaders and workers and the extention of the Criminal Law Amendment Act of 1908 to the Madras province are in my humble judgment such an unconstitutional interference with the liberty of citizens as to compel Nationalists like me to enter my protest. I hope the Graduates of the University to whom I shall always be grateful for the overwhelming majority of votes they gave me will approve my ​resigning my seat in the Council. Not only have the Ministers and one or two prominent men belonging to the party in power supported this policy of repression but the Legislative Council as a whole by not giving leave to discuss the application of the Criminal Law Amendment Act to the Madras Province have made it plain that they support the policy of repression.
In these circumstances I cannot be a member of a Legislative Council committed to this policy. Such European and other Moderate friends as I still might have will, I hope, appreciate my inability to retain a title conferred by Government when I wholly disagree with the fundamental policy of Government towards my country. May I appeal to the men of all parties who do not approve of the triple Boycotts and of Civil Disobedience immediately to adept full Swadeshi and pledge themselves to total prohibition and to an uncompromising scheme of national education and above all to a Brahmin-non-Brahmin—Adi Dravida unity and non-co-operator—co-operator unity as well as to Hindu-Muslim unity.
# The Painted Veil/Chapter 6

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WITHIN three months of her marriage she knew that she had made a mistake; but it had been her mother’s fault even more than hers.
There was a photograph of her mother in the room and Kitty’s harassed eyes fell on it. She did not know why she kept it there, for she was not very fond of her mother; there was one of her father too, but that was downstairs on the grand piano. It had been done when he took silk and it represented him in wig and gown. Even they could not make him imposing; he was a little, wizened man, with tired eyes, a long upper lip, and a thin mouth: a facetious photographer had told him to look pleasant, but he had succeeded only in looking severe. It was on this account, for as a rule the ​down-turned corners of his mouth and the dejection of his eyes gave him an air of mild depression, that Mrs. Garstin, thinking it made him look judicial, had chosen it from among the proofs. But her own photograph showed her in the dress in which she had gone to Court when her husband was made a King’s Counsel. She was very grand in the velvet gown, the long train so disposed as to show to advantage, with feathers in her hair and flowers in her hand. She held herself erect. She was a woman of fifty, thin and flat-chested, with prominent cheek-bones and a large, well-shaped nose. She had a great quantity of very smooth black hair and Kitty had always suspected that, if not dyed, it was at least touched up. Her fine black eyes were never still and this was the most noticeable thing about her; for when she was talking to you it was disconcerting to see those restless eyes in that impassive, unlined and yellow face. They moved from one part of you to another, to other persons in the room, and then back to you; you felt that she was criticising you, summing you up, watchful meanwhile of all that went on around her, and that the words she spoke had no connection with her thoughts.
# The Painted Veil/Chapter 64

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DAWN was breaking now, and here and there a Chinaman was taking down the shutters of his shop. In its dark recesses, by the light of a taper, a woman was washing her hands and face. In a teahouse at a corner a group of men were eating an early meal. The grey, cold light of the rising day sidled along the narrow lanes like a thief. There was a pale mist on the river and the masts of the crowded junks loomed through it like the lances of a phantom army. It was chilly as they crossed and Kitty huddled herself up in her gay and coloured shawl. They walked up the hill and they were above the mist. The sun shone from an unclouded sky. ​It shone as though this were a day like another and nothing had happened to distinguish it from its fellows.
“Wouldn’t you like to lie down?” said Waddington when they entered the bungalow.
“No. I’ll sit at the window.”
She had sat at the window so often and so long during the weeks that had passed and her eyes now were so familiar with the fantastic, garish, beautiful and mysterious temple on its great bastion that it rested her spirit. It was so unreal, even in the crude light of midday, that it withdrew her from the reality of life.
“I’ll get the boy to make you some tea. I’m afraid it will be necessary to bury him this morning. I’ll make all arrangements.”
“Thank you.”