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# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Speer, Emory

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SPEER, spĕr, Emory, American jurist: b. Culloden, 3 Sept. 1848. He served in the Confederate army during the last two years of the Civil War; was graduated from the University of Georgia in 1869; studied law, and became solicitor-general of Georgia. He was a member of Congress from Georgia as an independent Democrat 1879-81 and as Independent 1881-83; he was United States attorney, 1883-85; and was made a United States judge of the Southern District of Georgia in 1885. He was also president of the law department of Mercer University, and an orator of prominence. He is the author of a legal work on ‘Removal of Causes from State to United States Courts’ (1888), and of ‘Lectures on the Constitution of the United States.’
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Soyer, Alexis Benoit

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SOYER, swä-yā, Alexis Benoit, French cook: b, Meaux-en-Brie, 1809; d. England, 5 Aug. 1858, Leaving Paris in 1830, he served the Duke of Cambridge and became the chef of the Reform Club, 1837-50. In 1847 he received an appointment from the government to go to Ireland, which was then suffering from famine, and there he built several kitchens and served food at about half the ordinary cost. In 1855 he went to the Crimea, reorganized the victualing of the hospitals, improved the food of the army and navy and introduced cooking wagons. He was the most famous cook of his time and is immortalized as the Mirololant of Thackeray‘s ’Pendennis.' His writings on cookery were widely read and include ‘Culinary Relaxations’ (1845); ‘Charitable Cookery’ (1847); ‘History of Food in all Ages’ (1853); ‘The Shilling Cookery Book’ (1854). Consult Volant and Warren, ‘Memoirs of Alexis Soyer’ (London 1858).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Swain, Joseph

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SWAIN, Joseph, American college president: b. Pendleton, Ind., 16 June 1857. He was graduated at the Indiana University in 1883, was assistant professor of mathematics in 1883-86 and full professor, 1886-91. He was called to the chair of mathematics in the Leland Stanford Junior University in 1891, which he held till 1893, and was president of Indiana University, 1893-1902. Since the last-named date he has been president of Swarthmore College. He is the author of numerous scientific papers. In 1913-14 he was president of the National Education Association.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Swiss Family Robinson, The

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SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON, The, a famous romance by J. R. Wyss, which was begun by his father and published as ‘Der Sweizerische Robinson.’ It was translated into French and afterward into English. It is an entertaining tale written for young people, after the style of ‘Robinson Crusoe,’ from which the author is supposed to have derived many of his ideas, and has been cleverly parodied by Owen Wister in ‘The New Swiss Family Robinson’ (1882.)
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Syndicates

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SYNDICATES, a name given in the United States to those combinations of capitalists organized for the purpose of controlling production and raising prices. The term is also used of associations which buy a literary or artistic product outright from the author and market it to subscribers simultaneously in non-contiguous parts of the country. Perhaps the most familiar example of this is the colored Sunday Supplements which appear in different journals on the same day at points throughout the continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Tale of Two Cities, A

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TALE OF TWO CITIES, A, published in 1859, was the second of Dickens' historical novels and is to-day more popular than the author's earlier novel of the same kind, ‘Barnaby Rudge’ (1841). The reason lies partly in the fact that the French Revolution is a more permanently interesting historical event than the anti-Catholic agitation and the Gordon riots in London. The chief purpose of the novel is to give an impression, — in this case a very English impression with its roots in the anti-Napoleonic tradition, — of the days of the old Régime and the French Revolution, in which cynicism, arrogance and cruelty, on the one hand, and uncouthness, violence and guillotining, on the other hand, were the prominent features. No account is suggested of the intellectual causes of the Revolution. It is a picture of action. The turbulence of Paris compared with the dignified and law-abiding ways of London give the book its title. The story is the account of the escape from France of the emigré, Saint Evremonde, or Charles Darnay, of his return to France, his arrest, condemnation through the unwitting evidence of his own father-in-law, Dr. Manette, and his final escape through the self-sacrifice of Sidney Carton. This last is the most famous part of the book, both ethically and episodically. Sidney Carton, the real hero, takes advantage of his resemblance to Charles Darnay to mount the scaffold in place of the latter, who is meanwhile hurrying disguised to England with his family. The story is a moving one and is almost wholly lacking in the usual humorous scenes and characters of the author. It has been successfully dramatized. Certain of the scenes, as notably the flight from Paris, the death of Carton, and the women knitting indifferently at the executions, have become famous.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Swan, Order of the

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SWAN, Order of the, an order of knighthood created in 1440 by the Elector Frederick II of Brandenburg. Its headquarters were in a monastery on a hill near Brandenburg and in Ansbach. It was composed of members of the nobility and its object was to encourage more enthusiastic homage to the Virgin Mary, and perseverance in works of mercy. The order was abolished at the time of the Reformation, but was revived by Frederick William IV of Prussia 24 Dec. 1843 in the form of a free association of men and women of all ranks and creeds for the purpose of alleviating the moral and physical misery of others. Consult Hanle, ‘Urkunde und Nachweise zur Geschichte des Schwanenordens’ (1874).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Swisshelm, Jane Grey

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SWISSHELM, Jane Grey, American reformer and author: b. Pittsburgh, Pa., 6 Sept. 1815; d. Swissdale, Pa., 22 July 1884. She was among the earliest advocates of woman's rights; an ardent opponent of slavery, and while editing the Saint Cloud (Minn.) Visitor had her office and press destroyed by a mob for advocating abolitionism. She was among the first to become a nurse in the Union army. Besides voluminous contributions to current periodicals, she published ‘Letters to Country Girls’ (1853), and an autobiography ‘Half of a Century’ (1881).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Taft, Alphonso

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TAFT, Alphonso, American jurist: b. Townshend, Vt., 5 Nov. 1810; d. San Diego, Cal., 21 May 1891. He was graduated from Yale in 1833, became a tutor there and was admitted to the bar in 1838, In 1840 he settled in Cincinnati and took part in politics, being a member of the Republican convention in 1856. In 1865 he was appointed judge of the Superior Court of Cincinnati, serving until 1872, when he resigned to resume his law practice. On 8 March 1876 he was appointed Secretary of War but after two months was transferred to the post of Attorney-General. During 1877-82 he practised law in Cincinnati, and in April of the latter year was sent as Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to Austria. From 1884 to August 1885 he was Minister to Russia.
# The Comforter

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* "The Comforter", a poem by Cora C. Bass
* "The Comforter", a poem by Julia Caroline Dorr
# The Comedy Divine

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women are but players,"
Playing the comedy divine, Which God wrote ere the languages were born; We but repeat his lines, rejoice or mourn.
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# The Comic Adventures of Old Mother Hubbard and Her Dog (1805)

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This is the first edition of Martin's version of "Old Mother Hubbard". The origins and authorship of "Old Mother Hubbard" are disputed, but it is believed that the first three verses were already widely known before Martin expanded on them with additional verses and illustrations.
The Comic Adventures of Old Mother Hubbard and Her Dog.
Publish'd June 1-1805, by J Harris, Succeser to E. Newbery, Corner of S.$^t$ Pauls Church Yard.
​To J__ B__ Esq: M.P. County of ____ at whose suggestion and at whose House these Notable Sketches were design'd, this Volume is with all suitable deference Dedicated by his
Humble Servant. SMC
1805
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the Cupboard, To give the poor dog a bone, When she came there The Cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the Bakers To buy him some bread; When she came back The Dog was dead!
She went to the Undertakers To buy him a Coffin; When she came back The Dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish To get him some tripe; When she came back He was smoaking his pipe.
She went to the Alehouse To get him some beer; When she came back The Dog sat in a Chair.
She went to the Tavern For White wine & Red; When she came back The Dog stood on his head.
She went to the Hatter's To buy him a Hat, When she came back He was feeding the Cat.
She went to the Barber's To buy him a Wig. When she came back He was dancing a Jig.
She went to the Fruiterer's To buy him some Fruit; When she came back He was playing the Flute.
She went to the Taylor's To buy him a Coat, When she came back He was riding a Goat.
She went to the Cobler's To buy him some Shoes. When she came back He was reading the News.
She went to the Sempstress To buy him some linen, When she came back The Dog was spining.
She went to the Hosier's To buy him some hose, When she came back He was drest in his Cloaths.
The Dame made a Courtesy The Dog made a Bow, The Dame said your Servant The Dog said Bow. Wow.
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# The Comforters (Kipling)

First published in A Diversity of Creatures (1917), where it accompanies the story "The Dog Hervey".
* "The Comforters" in A Diversity of Creatures (1917).
* "The Comforters" in Rudyard Kipling: The Complete Verse (1990).
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# The Comforters

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* "The Comforters" (1917) by Rudyard Kipling.
* "The Comforters" (1918) by Dora Sigerson Shorter.

## See also

* The Comforter
# The Comedy of Errors (Lamb)

A retelling of Shakespeare's play The Comedy of Errors.
* "The Comedy of Errors," in Tales from Shakspeare (1831), by Charles and Mary Lamb
* "The Comedy of Errors," in Tales from Shakespeare (1908), by Charles and Mary Lamb, illustrated by Arthur Rackham
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Fable

FABLE. [Imitated from the French of La Motte.]
Four souls, that on earth had just yielded their breath, Were by Mercury led to the regions of death:
A father, who left wife and children behind,
A hero, a poet, their honours resign'd;
A maiden, to whom the cold death-warrant came
At the critical moment of changing her name.
Oh, love! cried the fair, I less mourn for my doom,
Than for the dear youth who now weeps o'er my tomb; For soon will his ashes, commingled with mine,
Seal vows, so oft plighted, at constancy's shrine.
Alas! quoth the sire, at this moment I see
My wife and my children lamenting for me;
The thought of their sorrow's despair to my soul;
May heaven, in pity, their anguish console!
And what is their grief, pray?—the hero replied;
What are you?—a poor pitiful ghost by my side.
From the north frozen desert, to Africa's sands,
Unrivall'd my name crown'd with victory stands.
Who is there on earth, whose presumption dares claim A glory like mine, in the annals of fame?
I dare! said the poet; oh! ever will bloom,
The justly gain'd laurels that twine round my tomb:
The trophies I've won are more durable far,
Than the splendour which glitters round victory's car; Long ages to come, will remember my strain;
Oh! when will a harp, like to mine, wake again!
Indeed, cried the god, I half grieve to dispel
Illusions, which now seem to please you so well;
But know, my fair maiden, your well belov'd youth Has wedded another,—great proof of his truth:
And, father, instead of regretting your fate,
Your children, at law squabble for your estate;
Your wife seems to think you no very great loss,
For, as you grew old, you grew stingy and cross.
And, general, already your laurels decay—
Fresh wreaths are adorning the chief of the day:
And you, my fine poet, who thought that the earth
To another such minstrel could never give birth,
Already your works are all thrown on the shelf,
And their author condemn'd as an ignorant elf.—
Yes; look thro' the world, and this truth you will find— That, once out of sight, you are soon out of mind.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Dream

A LOVER's DREAM.
It was a dream, as bright as e'er
 Yet glanc'd upon a sleeper's brain;
For fancy's witching wing was there,
 And love had gilded slumber's chain.
There was an eye, like noontide light,
 A voice, like notes of minstrelsy;
That voice was soft, those eyes were bright,
 For, oh! they breathed of love to me.
There was a form of loveliness,  Whose look of tenderness was mine; My Katherine, dear, canst thou not guess,
 That form of loveliness was thine?
And smil'st thou at my dream, my love?  No more a vision let it be;
But bid the dreamer's slumber prove
 An image of reality.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Fragment 1

FRAGMENT.
Love thee! yes, yes! the storms that rend aside
All other ties will but entwine my heart
More closely, more devotedly to thine.
Love thee!—but that I know how heavily
Sorrow hath press'd thy generous spirit down,
I should almost reproach thee for the doubt!
I have no thought, that does not dwell on thee;
No hope, in which thou minglest not; no wish,
In which thou bearest no part; my orisons
To heaven, begin and end with thy dear name:
My fate is link'd with thine—I did not plight
My vows to thee for a mere summer day,
But still to be unchang'd; it was most sweet
To share thy sunlight of prosperity,
Thine hours of brightness; now I only ask
To share thy sorrow, and to be to thee
All tenderness, and love, and constancy—
A feeling, lighting up thy desolate heart;
A fountain springing in the wilderness;
Or as the breeze upon the fever'd brow,
Soothing the pain it may not chase away.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Fragment 4

FRAGMENT*.
Is not this grove A scene of pensive loveliness? The gleam
Of Dian's gentle ray falls o'er the trees,
And piercing thro' the gloom, seems like the smile
That pity gives to cheer the brow of grief.
The turf has caught a silvery hue of light,
Broken by shadows, where the branching oak
Rears its dark shade, or where the aspen waves
Its trembling leaves; the breeze is murmuring by,
Fraught with sweet sighs of flowers, and the song
Of sorrow, that the nightingale pours forth, Like the soft dirge of love.——  There is oft told A melancholy record of this grove— It was time once the haunt of young affection; And now seems hallow'd by the tender vows
That erst were breathed here. Sad is the tale
That tells of blighted feelings—hopes destroyed;
But love is like the rose, so many ills
Assail it in the bud—the canker worm,
The frost of winter, and the summer storm,
All blow it down; rarely the blossom comes
To full maturity. But there is nought
Sinks with so chill a breath as faithlessness—
As she could tell, whose loveliness yet lives
In village legends. Often at this hour
Of lonely beauty, would she list the tale
Of tenderness, and hearken to the vows
Of one, more dear than life unto her soul.
He twin'd him round a heart, which beat with all The deep devotedness of early love; Then left her, careless of the passion which He had awakened into wretchedness. The blight, which wither'd all the blossoms love Had fondly cherish'd, wither'd too the heart Which gave them birth; her sorrow had no voice, Save in her faded beauty, for she look'd A melancholy broken-hearted girl: She was so chang'd, the soft carnation cloud, Once mantling o'er her cheek, like those which eve Hangs o'er the twilight of a summer sky, Was faded into paleness, broken by Bright burning blushes—torches of the tomb. There was such sadness even in her smiles, And such a look of utter hopelessness Dwelt in her soft blue eyes, a form so frail, So delicate, scarce like a thing of earth:— 'Twas sad to gaze upon a brow so fair,
And see it trac'd with such a tale of woe:
To think that one so young and beautiful,
Was wasting to the grave!
 Within yon bower Of honey-suckle, and the snowy wealth
The mountain ash puts forth to welcome spring,
Her form was found, reclin'd upon a bank;
Where nature's sweet unnurtur'd children bloom'd:
One white arm lay beneath her drooping head,
While her bright tresses twin'd their sunny wreath
Around the polish'd ivory; there was not
A tinge of colour mantling o'er her face;
'Twas like to marble, where the sculptor's skill
Has trac'd each charm of beauty, save the blush.
Serenity so sweet sat on her brow;
So soft a smile yet hover'd on her lips;
At first they thought 'twas sleep—and sleep it was,
The cold long rest of death.—— There is one grave, o'er which the cypress bends,
Like a devoted mourner; there are laid
The lost remains of one, once beautiful
Belov'd, and young. Upon her marble urn
Some hand affectionate has simply carv'd
A touching emblem of her early fate—
A lilly, sever'd from its stem, and wither'd,
Yet lovely in decay.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Lines 2

LINES.
She kneels by the grave where her lover sleeps;  With a cypress and rose she has crown'd it;
And there her lonely vigil keeps,  While the moonlight beams surround it,
Her hair is loose to the chill night gale;  No more with spring flowers she'll braid it:
Her dark eye is dim, her cheek is pale—  Sorrow can swiftly fade it.
She has knelt by that grave for many a day—
 Morn and even still found her beside it:
Soon will that mourner be past away—
 Her grief, the cold grave will hide it.
Her spring of youth was fair for awhile,
 And then the dark cloud came o'er it;
When once the blight checks the rose's smile,
 Where is the spell to restore it?
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Farewell

THE FAREWELL.
Farewell! companion of my solitude!
Light of my loneliness, my heart's desire;
Spirit, that wander'd o'er the soft harp's strings,
Farewell! awhile I wake me from thy dream;
Fondly farewell, adored one! to thee.—— Rose of my soul! beside the social hearth
Was thy first springing up; thy ev'ry shoot
Was brighten'd in the smile of those most dear:
Affection was thy sunlight and thy dew.
And when thy bloom was lonely, when no more
The eyes I lov'd watch'd o'er thy growth, thou wert
The blest memorial of those far away—
Thy blossoms breath'd of happiness and home.
What joy to think, perchance some future day,
Those looks would dwell on thee again, and greet
The buds expanding, and thy new sprung leaves!
Thou, Poetry, in absence wert a chain,
Binding our hearts together: where so well
As in thy numbers, could I pour my soul,
In soothing tenderness? 'twas bliss, to make
Thought visible to those of whom I thought.
Now that enchantment over, thy slight bark
Adventures in a wide and perilous sea;
Dark are the waves around thy fragile skiff;
Unskilful is the hand which pilots thee;
And few have ever reach'd thy destin'd shore.
I part from thee, as I should part from one
Whom I may wish, not hope, to see again.
Fondly, and fearfully, farewell to thee,
Sweet sojourner, so long my bosom guest!
Perhaps a long, perhaps a last farewell!
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Lines 1

LINES TO ———
Think of me, and I'll tell thee when  The moment of that thought shall be;
When yon sweet star is rising, then,  Oh! then, beloved! think of me.
Ah! let thy mem'ry on me rest,  When, pale and beautiful as now,
Yon planet sinks beneath the west  With dewy light and silver brow.
When the blue arch of heaven is bright,
 When not a shadow frowns above,
The beauty of its placid light  Will seem the emblem of our love. When clouds are gathering on its way,  And the black storms around it wait, The darkness of its shrouded ray  Will seem the emblem of our fate.
# The Fate of Adelaide, a Swiss Romantic Tale; and Other Poems/Fragment 3

FRAGMENT.
I saw her amid pleasure's gayest haunts— Her black hair bound with roses, which grew pale By the vermilion of the cheek's rich dye; And when she mov'd, those ebon tresses wav'd Upon the air, as love's wing had just past And fann'd them: such a lip of sweets and smiles Young Hebe wore, when treading 'mid the stars, Herself a fairer one, she held the cup Of sparkling nectar. She was, 'mid the gay, The gayest of the throng; in her dark eye,
Where soul and softness mingled, there was mirth,
Gleaming like light from the long shadowy lash,
Which on it hung like night—but such a night
As when the moon look'd forth in loveliness.
She mov'd amid the dance, light as the wind,
At which the tremulous aspen scarcely bends.
Beautiful girl! ah, who that saw thee there—
Joy in thy steps, and smiles upon thy brow,
Thy cheek so warm with life and gaiety—
Could deem those smiles, those blushes were thy last! Pass but a little moment, and those eyes
Would close in endless sleep! that even now
The hand of death is on thee!—— There is the wreath she wore; the roses yet
Retain a breath of sweetness; but the brow
Round which they twin'd, is low in the cold grave!