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# The Times/1941/Obituary/Arnold Wright

Source: The Times (London, England), Monday, Feb 17, 1941; pg. 7; Issue 48852.
Mr. Arnold Wright
Mr. Arnold Wright, who has died at Guildford in his eighty-third year, was for many years a well-known figure in Fleet Street and in the Parliamentary Press Gallery. In a singularly varied career he was from 1888 to 1900 the London editor of the Yorkshire Post.
He was trained for journalism under his father at Ipswich, and as long ago as 1879 he went to India to take up a post on the Times of India. He remained there for eight years and acted as special correspondent during that period at many important functions in India. Later in Australia he was private secretary to the first Lady Brassey; was on board the Sunbeam when she died, and after her death assisted in the production of her posthumous work "The Last Voyage." After he severed his association with the Yorkshire Post he wrote a number of books of travel, and in this connexion he paid a visit to Ceylon in 1906, to complete his "Twentieth Century Impressions of Ceylon." He was also the part author of "Parliament, Past and present," which achieved considerable popularity when first published in serial form and still remains one of the most accurate and entertaining of the many books which have been published dealing with the history and the daily life of the Palace of Westminster. In 1933 he was awarded a Civil List Pension in recognition of his literary work.
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# The Times/1940/Public notice/Francis Cecil Legge

Francis Cecil Legge (1873-1940) Source: Death. The Times, Saturday, Oct 26, 1940; Issue 48757; pg. 1; col B
Layout 2LEGGE.—On Oct. 24, 1940, in Wincanton Hospital, Francis Cecil Legge. C.B.E., fourth son of the late the Honourable Charles G. Legge, aged 67.
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# The Story of a Puppet/VI

VI
It was a wild and stormy winter's night. The thunder was tremendous and the lightning so vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter blusterous wind whistled angrily, and raising clouds of dust swept over the country, causing the trees to creak and groan as it passed.
Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger was stronger than fear. He therefore closed the house door and made a rush for the village, which he reached in a hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging out and panting for breath, like a dog after game.
But he found it all dark and deserted. The shops were closed, the windows shut, and there was not so much as a dog in the street. It seemed the land of the dead.
​Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, laid hold of the bell of a house and began to peal it with all his might, saying to himself:
'That will bring somebody.'
And so it did. A little old man appeared at a window with a nightcap on his head, and called to him angrily:
'What do you want at such an hour?'
'Would you be kind enough to give me a little bread?'
'Wait there, I will be back directly,' said the little old man, thinking he had to do with one of those rascally boys who amuse themselves at night by ringing the house bells to rouse respectable people who are sleeping quietly.
After half a minute the window was again opened, and the voice of the same little old man shouted to Pinocchio:
'Come underneath and hold out your cap.'
Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he held it out an enormous basin of water was poured down on him, watering him from head to foot as if he had been a pot of dried-up geraniums.
He returned home like a wet chicken quite exhausted with fatigue and hunger; and having no longer strength to stand, he sat down and rested his damp and muddy feet on a brazier full of burning embers.
​And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept his feet, which were wooden, took fire, and little by little they burnt away and became cinders.
Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as if his feet belonged to some one else. At last about daybreak he awoke because some one was knocking at the door.
'Who is there?' he asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
'It is I!' answered a voice.
And the voice was Geppetto's voice.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 4/Issue 20/The Queer Side of Things

* Vegetable Oddities.
* Mantles, Cloaks and Outdoor Garments.
* Pal's Puzzle Page, by Jean de Paléologue.
* Miscellaneous.
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The Queer Side of Things.
VEGETABLE ODDITIES.
REAKS of vegetables, especially of turnips, radishes, parsnips, and the like, have probably been observed from time to time by most people, though very rarely in such distinct and striking forms as in these instances, which have been recorded in old prints.
The radish, which we give first, grew in a sandy soil at Haarlem, more than two hundred years ago, and was painted in fac-simile by Jacob Penoy, one of whose friends presented the picture to Glandorp in the year 1672. This picture was engraved by Kirby, showing the root exactly as we reproduce it here. Nor is this the only instance in which the root of a radish has taken this particular form, as another, exactly resembling a human hand, with fingers and thumb complete, was possessed by Mr. Bisset, Secretary to the Birmingham Museum, in 1802.
Our second illustration represents a parsnip, which also strikingly resembles a hand, but in a different position, as it appears to be grasping another root. This oddity was sold by a market woman in the ordinary course of business, and was passed from hand to hand as a curiosity until it came into the possession of an engraver, who made the drawing of it which we give.
The last of our illustrations is a turnip with a face, a plumed head-dress, body, arms, and a number of intertangled legs, like those of some sea-monster, "ending in snaky twine." This root grew in a garden in the village of Weiden, in Germany, in 1628, the fact being recorded in the curious columns entitled "Miscellanea Academiæ Naturæ."
If any of our readers should come across any "Vegetable Oddities" of this kind, we shall be pleased if they will send them to us for inspection, so that, if they are sufficiently curious, we may illustrate them in these pages.
The above illustration gives a most curious result of a locomotive boiler explosion in Norway some time ago. The two engines were standing end to end on the same pair of rails, when the boiler of one exploded, lifting it bodily in the air, at the same time turning it over, till it fell on the adjacent engine, as shown in sketch, which was taken from a photograph.
In the park. ​ Reading in bed.
# The Strand Magazine/Volume 4/Issue 21

September, 1892. (transcription project)
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​ THE DUCHESS OF PARMA (115)COUNTESS OF DERWENTWATER (120).COUNT ALMAVIVA (23) A GROUP OF THE QUEEN'S DOLLS.
* Queen Victoria's Dolls, by Frances H. Low.
* The Case of Roger Carboyne, by H. Greenhough Smith. Illustrated by J. Finnemore.
* Zig-Zags at the Zoo, No. III. Zigzag Cameline by Arthur Morrison. Illustrated by J. A. Shepherd.
* Shafts from an Eastern Quiver, No. III. The Black Horsemen of Nisha the Seer, by Charles J. Mansford. Illustrated by A. Pearse.
* Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of their Lives.
* Sir Henry Hawkins,
* George Grossmith,
* Frank Dicksee,
* Charles Henry Hawtrey,
* Winifred Emery
* Evelyn Wood
* His Little Girl; or, Worked Out, by Pleydell North. Illustrated by Gordon Browne.
* Illustrated Interviews. No. XV. Mr. Henry Irving, by Harry How. Illustrated by John Gülich.
* A Romance from a Detective's Case-Book: The Secrets of the Black Brotherhood, by Dick Donovan. Illustrated by Paul Hardy.
* Types of English Beauty.
* The Prisoners, from the French of Guy de Maupassant. Illustrated by W. B. Wollen.
* The Three Brother Beasts, from the Italian. Illustrated by H. R. Millar.
* The Queer Side of Things
** The Birthrate, by J. F. Sullivan.
** Pal's Puzzle Page, by Jean de Paléologue.
** Club Types, by H. M. Beerbohm.
** Miscellaneous.
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# The Traitor (Dixon, 1907)/Book 2/Chapter 4

ACKERMAN sent to Stella his letter of introduction from the Attorney General, stating that he would call the following day and report progress.
General Champion's letter had raised the highest hopes by the declaration that the young detective had developed a well defined and intelligent theory on which to conduct the prosecution of the case.
Stella awaited his call impatiently. She had pictured the ideal detective of romance and could not conceal her amazement at his personal appearance when she extended her hand to greet him.
His voice was soft and low as her own, his face wreathed in smiles—and such a face!—plump, rosy cheeked, young, fresh and boyish, save for the slightest touch of gray in the dark hair about his temples. His eye alone, to the close student of men, might have revealed his profession. It looked a steady blaze of light from beneath straight intellectual brows.
​"You had better understand at once, Miss. Butler," he began, "that I am a prosperous young business man from the North at present engaged in the organisation of cotton mills in the South."
Stella could not repress a smile, as she said:
"I must say you look the part."
"I have engaged board at Mrs. Wilson's and asked Mr. John Graham to act as my attorney in the organisation of a company in this county."
"I see," she cried, for the first time catching the steady light of Ackerman's eye.
"I cannot be seen in conference with you. We will report to each other by letter. But we must clearly understand each other. Am I right that you mean to press this case to the bitter end, let the blow fall on whom it may?"
"Certainly," was the firm answer.
"I learn from the Attorney General's office that you are on the track of the man who is Commander-in-chief of the Klan in this state?"
"Yes."
"Pardon another question. I must know if you are in dead earnest? I have found that women have little tenacity of purpose in such cases and as a rule cannot be depended on."
​"I'll show you that they are not all alike!" Stella broke in angrily.
"Then may I ask that if you succeed in securing this name that you will place it in my hands without a moment's delay?"
"At once."
# The Traitor (Dixon, 1907)/Book 3/Chapter 10

TIME slowly healed the poisoned wounds left by the fierce struggles of Reconstruction. John Graham's case was never decided by the Supreme Court of the United States. Before the day arrived for the test of its appeal to the great tribunal which is the last bulwark of American liberties, he was hastily pardoned, and every man with him who languished in prison pens for similar political offences. The little politicians who had forced through Congress the venomous Conspiracy Acts in violation of the Constitution of the Republic did not dare to allow the Supreme Court the opportunity to overwhelm them with infamy.
The years have brought magic changes to the people of Independence. The growing city has ploughed a new street through the old Graham house and a dozen beautiful homes stand on the site of its wide lawn.
Poetic justice demanded that Steve Hoyle should pay the penalty of his treachery. But Time plays many a joke on Justice. The Honourable Stephen ​Hoyle is now one of our fattest, most solemn and most dignified judges of the Federal Courts.
Ackerman's long talks on imaginary cotton mills had one important result. They planted in John Graham's imagination the seeds of fortune. On his return from prison he quit the practice of law and began the manufacture of cotton goods. To please his wife he bought Inwood, whose wide acres of forest extend to the river. Here the Graham Brothers' mills are located.
The Inwood mansion he restored on its original foundations, re-building it of native marble behind the stately old Corinthian pillars around one of which the ivy is yet allowed to hang in graceful festoons.
Ackerman, who is the Superintendent of the mills, lives but a stone's throw from Inwood, and every day Susie's and Stella's children play together on the great lawn that still lies hidden in the heart of the ancient woods.
The End
# The Traitor (Dixon, 1907)/Book 2/Chapter 6

ONE by one the boys engaged in the masquerade at the Judge's the night of his death slipped out of Independence from various nearby stations and left for the West. An hour before the time for Billy's train going North John went to his room for a chat before saying good-bye.
Billy had begun to unpack his trunk.
John seized his arm.
"What's this—what's the matter?"
"I'm not going!" he snapped.
"Why not?"
"I've found out that you may be put on trial for your life."
"Well, what's that got to do with your education?"
"You're just packing me off to get me out of danger."
"Suppose I am?"
"I'm not going to sneak out of trouble and leave you to stand for what I've done."
"I'm responsible, my boy."
"You're not. You tried to keep me out of it. ​I got Steve Hoyle to take me in. I knew what I was doing. I was a headstrong fool."
"Because you've been a fool is no reason why you should keep it up. Don't talk any more nonsense. Hurry—put your clothes back in that trunk—you must catch this train."
"No!" was the dogged answer.
John put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You must do it for me, Billy. I'm trying to make good my failure. I ought to have been both father and mother to you. I was neither—I didn't know how—forgive me! I let you slip away. It seems to me now it would have been very easy for me to have taken you by the hand, and with a jolly word or two and a little pains and a little friendly comradeship, I could have kept you out of trouble. I'm heartsick over it, boy. You must let me atone in this way. You can do no good by staying. You'll be in the way when trouble comes. You'll promise me now, because I ask you—won't you?"
The boy choked back a sob.
"I'll go on one condition——"
"Well?"
"If you get in trouble about this thing, that you'll let me know."
John grasped his hand:
"I promise you."
​Mrs. Wilson and Susie accompanied them to the station. As the train signalled to pull out Billy shook hands with Susie awkwardly and tried to take leave of her mother in the same way, but Mrs. Wilson broke down, threw her arms around his neck and sobbed:
"Billy, darling, you're my own sweet boy—I love you—I love you! You'll write to me every week—won't you?"
Billy promised, disengaging himself in evident embarrassment and trying to hide his tears.
Moved by a sudden impulse Susie smiled, drew Billy's head down and kissed him.
"For the high honour you once paid me. I shall expect great things of you, Billy."
As the train started, he gripped John's hand:
"Remember, we stand together. We are Grahams—I'll hold you to your promise!"
John saw Ackerman join Susie and caught the sudden flash of his keen eye.
He touched his lip in sign of warming to Billy and waved his hand.
"I'll remember! Good luck!"
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/The Well's Secret

THE WELL'S SECRET.
I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a lonesome valley meadow,
Like a dryad's mirror hidden by the wood's dim arches near;
Its eye flashed back the sunshine, and grew dark and sad with shadow;
And I loved its truthful depths where every pebble lay so clear.
I scooped my hand and drank it, and watched the sensate quiver
Of the rippling rings of silver as the beads of crystal fell;
I pressed the richer grasses from its little trickling river,
Till at last I knew, as friends know, every secret of the well.
But one day I stood beside it on a sudden, unexpected,
When the sun had crossed the valley and a shadow hid the place;
And I looked in the dark water—saw my pallid cheek reflected— And beside it, looking upward, met an evil reptile face:
Looking upward, furtive, startled at the silent, swift intrusion;
Then it darted toward the grasses, and I saw not where it fled;
But I knew its eyes were on me, and the old-time sweet illusion
Of the pure and perfect symbol I had cherished there was dead.
O, the pain to know the perjury of seeming truth that blesses!
My soul was seared like sin to see the falsehood of the place;
And the innocence that mocked me, while in dim unseen recesses
There were lurking fouler secrets than the furtive reptile face.
And since then,—O, why the burden?—when the joyous faces greet me,
With their eyes of limpid innocence, and words devoid of art,
I cannot trust their seeming, but must ask what eyes would meet me
Could I look in sudden silence at the secrets of the heart!
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Waiting

WAITING.
HE is coming! he is coming! in my throbbing breast I feel it;
There is music in my blood, and it whispers all day long,
That my love unknown comes toward me! Ah, my heart, he need not steal it,
For I cannot hide the secret that it murmurs in its song!
O the sweet bursting flowers! how they open, never blushing,
Laying bare their fragrant bosoms to the kisses of the sun!
And the birds—I thought 't was poets only read their tender gushing,
But I hear their pleading stories, and I know them every one.
"He is coming!" says my heart; I may raise my eyes and greet him;
I may meet him any moment—shall I know him when I see?
And my heart laughs back the answer—I can tell him when I meet him,
For our eyes will kiss and mingle ere he speaks a word to me.
O, I'm longing for his coming—in the dark my arms outreaching;
To hasten you, my love, see, I lay my bosom bare!
Ah, the night-wind ! I shudder, and my hands are raised beseeching—
It wailed so light a death-sigh that passed me in the air!
O, the rare spring flowers! take them as they come:
Do not wait for summer buds—they may never bloom.
Every sweet to-day sends we are wise to save;
Roses bloom for pulling: the path is to the grave.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Wheat Grains

WHEAT GRAINS.
AS grains from chaff, I sift these worldly rules,
Kernels of wisdom, from the husks of schools
i.
Benevolence befits the wisest mind;
But he who has not studied to be kind,
Who grants for asking, gives without a rule,
Hurts whom he helps, and proves himself a fool.
ii.
The wise man is sincere: but he who tries
To be sincere, hap-hazard, is not wise.
iii.
Knowledge is gold to him who can discern
That he who loves to know, must love to learn.
iv.
Straightforward speech is very certain good;
But he who has not learned its rule is rude.
v.
Boldness and firmness, these are virtues each,
Noble in action, excellent in speech.
But who is bold, without considerate skill,
Rashly rebels, and has no law but will;
While he called firm, illiterate and crass,
With mulish stubbornness obstructs the pass.
vi.
The mean of soul are sure their faults to gloss,
And find a secret gain in others' loss.
vii.
Applause the bold man wins, respect the grave;
Some, only being not modest, think they're brave.
viii.
The petty wrong-doer may escape unseen;
But what from sight the moon eclipsed shall screen?
Superior minds must err in sight of men,
Their eclipse o'er, they rule the world again.
ix.
Temptation waits for all, and ills will come;
But some go out and ask the devil home.
x.
"I love God," said the saint. God spake above:
"Who loveth me must love those whom I love."
"I scourge myself," the hermit cried. God spake:
"Kindness is prayer; but not a self-made ache."
# The Statutes at Large (Ruffhead)

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Nine volumes, 1763-65
THE
Statutes at Large
FROM
MAGNA CHARTA
TO THE
END of the LAST PARLIAMENT, 1761.
In EIGHT VOLUMES
By OWEN RUFFHEAD, Esq;
LONDON
MDCCLXIIL
page
* Volume 1 (1763)
* Volume 2 (1763)
* Volume 3 (1763)
* Volume 4 (1763)
* Volume 5 (1763)
* Volume 6 (1764)
* Volume 7 (1764)
* Volume 8 (1764)
* Volume 9 (1765)
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# The Women of the American Revolution

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The profiles and life stories of 160 patriotic women who were committed to the American Revolution and to the settling of the American frontier.

## Volume I

    Preface
    Introductory
    Mary Washington
    Esther Reed
    Catharine Schuyler
    Catharine Greene
    Mercy Warren, Janet Montgomery, Hannah Winthrop, Catharine Livingston
    Lucia Knox, Mrs. Gates
    Mary Draper, Mrs. Pond
    Frederica De Riedesel
    Dorothy Hancock, Sarah Hull
    Harriet Ackland
    Hannah Erwin Israel, Mary Redmond
    Lydia Darrah
    Rebecca Franks
    Elizabeth Ferguson
    Mary Philipse
    Sarah Reeve Gibbes, Mary Anna Gibbes
    Eliza Wilkinson
    Martha Bratton, Mrs. Adair
    Jane Thomas, Isabella Sims, Mrs. Jolly, Mrs. Otterson, Nancy Jackson, Jane McJunkin
    Dorcas Richardson
    Elizabeth, Grace and Rachel Martin, Mrs. Spalding
    Dicey Langston, Mrs. Dillard, Mrs. Potter, Mrs. Beckham
    Elizabeth Steele, Mrs. Brevard, Mrs. Jackson
    Mary Slocumb, Ester Wake
    Sarah Bache

## Volume II

    Martha Washington
    Abigail Adams, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Shaw, Mrs. Cranch, Elizabeth Clay
    Martha Wilson
    Rebecca Motte, Mrs. Brewton
    Susannah Elliott, Sabina Elliott, Mrs. Lewis Morris, Jane Washington, Anna Elliott, Sarah Hopton
    Behethland Foote Butler
    Hannah Caldwell, Susan Livingston, Catharine Livingston, Susannah Livingston, Lady Stirling
    Deborah Samson
    Margaret Gaston
    Flora McDonald
    Rachel Caldwell, Mary Long, Mrs. Jones
    The Women of Wyoming: Mrs. Skinner, Mrs. Myers, Mrs. Ives, Mrs. Bidlack — Mrs. Young, Mrs. Dana — Frances Slocum. Women of Wawasink; Mrs. Bevier, Catharine Vernooy
    Jane Campbell
    Cornelia Beekman
    Frances Allen
    Margaret Arnold
    Jane McCrea
    Nancy Hart
    Rebecca Biddle, Mrs. Graydon
    Ann Eliza Bleecker, Margaretta Faugeres, Alice Izard, Mrs. Ralph Izard
    Anna Bailey, Mrs. Wright — Mrs. Shattuck, Rebecca Barlow
    The Women of Kentucky: Mrs. Boone, Mrs. Whitley, Mrs. Harvey, Mrs. Daviess, Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Woods, Mrs. Merrill
    Elizabeth Zane
    Margaret Morris
    Miscellaneous Anecdotes: Mrs. Maxwell, Mrs. Dissosway, Mrs. Jackson, Mary Bowen, Mrs. Walker, Emily Geiger, Mrs Griswold, Hannah Mooney, Mrs. Wadsworth, Mrs. Monro, Mrs. Borden, Mrs. Heyward, Mrs. Shubrick, Mrs. Hall, Mrs. Conyngham

## Volume III

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# The Wolves of God and Other Fey Stories

* The Wolves of God
* Chinese Magic
* Running Wolf
* First Hate
* The Tarn of Sacrifice
* The Valley of the Beasts
* The Call
* Egyptian Sorcery
* The Decoy
* The Man Who Found Out
* The Empty Sleeve
* Wireless Confusion
* Confession
* The Lane That Ran East and West
* "Vengeance is Mine"
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