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# The North Star (Rochester)/1848/01/14/Correspondence

CORRESPONDENCE.
The following is extracted from a letter from an English friend:
Hail to thee, bright and beautiful Star! Over the wide ocean wave we trace thy first, faint beams; and our hearts beat high with hope and joy. Mayest thou shine, like a gem of purest water, upon the darkened skies of that land from whose hills and fields of virgin greenness the mists of slavery have so long arisen; hanging, like a blank and lowering cloud, where else the light of freedom, intellect and religion would have shone with transcendent lustre. Often may the menacing clouds of calumny and hatred threaten to obscure thy beams and dim thy radiance; but shine thou on, unchangingly, in the pure heavens of truth and love. Receive thy light alone from the Eternal Fountain: then will the thousands who have rejoiced in thee, look calmly on the threatening cloud, and await its vanishing, in the firm faith that they shall again behold thee, in renewed beauty and unsullied brightness. So shalt thou be to the mental eye of oppressed millions that which thine antetype in the blue heavens above hath been so long to his outward gaze. Point thou, ever and unchangeably, to a land of freedom, that thus thy gentle beam may keep alive in his soul one spark of that manhood which the floods of oppression and the waves of tyranny have so long striven to quench.
And not to the slave alone shall thy beams glance hope and confidence; to the warm and faithful hearts that beat so ardently for his well being; to the true champions of freedom who fight her bloodless battles with the sacred weapons of truth and justice—be thou, as the conflict deepens, a cheering, guiding Star. May it be theirs to rejoice in thy beams so long as the warfare rages; and to hail, at length, the dawn of the long anticipated morning, when the rising sun of freedom shall light the horizon of the enfranchised slave, and he shall tread, erect in his long-wtthheld manhood, the shores of his nativity, and walk through the length and breadth of a land of liberty, "rejoicing is the joy" of the present, and with a heart filled with adoring gratitude in the memory of these by-gone times, when darkness was around him like a funeral pall, and his trembling and timid glance was alone chested by the constant beams of the distant North Star!
# The Small House at Allington

Fifth book of the Chronicles of Barsetshire, published in two volumes
THE
SMALL HOUSE AT ALLINGTON.
BY
ANTHONY TROLLOPE.
WITH EIGHTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. E. MILLAIS, R.A.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
LONDON: SMITH, ELDER AND CO., 65, CORNHILL.
M.DCCC.LXIV.
[The right of Translation is reserved.]
Frontispiece to Volume 1
Mr. Palliser and Lady Dumbello.
Volume 1
Frontispiece to Volume 2
"Why, on earth, on Sunday?"
Volume 2
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# The Sluggard

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* The Sluggard, a poem by Isaac Watts
# The Sluggard (Watts)

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number, And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.
I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find That he took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking; But scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me," This man's but a picture of what I might be: But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.
# The Red Mist

At least I would learn the truth of that dark room. I stepped within, circled the overturned chair, and a groping foot encountered something lying on the floor. I bent down, and touched it with my hand; it was the body of a man. An instant I stood there, staring about in the dark, bewildered and uncertain. Then I grasped the lamp from the table in the other room, and returned holding the light in my hands. The form of the Major lay extended on the floor, lifeless, his skull crushed by an ugly blow. Beside him lay a revolver, its butt blood-stained. Beyond doubt this was the weapon which had killed. I picked it up wonderingly—it was my own.
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"I demand to know, first of all, where you got possession of that Third U. S. Cavalry uniform"
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THE RED MIST
A Tale of Civil Strife
BY RANDALL PARRISH
ILLUSTRATED BY ALONZO KIMBALL
CHICAGO A. C. McCLURG & CO.
1914
Copyright
A. C. McClurg & Co.
1914
Published September, 1914
Copyrighted in Great Britain
W. S. Hall Printing Company Chicago
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
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# The Red Man and the White Man in North America/Preface

PREFACE.
The study and research given to the preparation of the contents of this volume have occupied much of the time of the writer for more than ten years. Portions of it, under titles indicated by those of its chapters, were the substance of a course of Lectures delivered between February 18 and March 28, 1879, before the Lowell Institute of Boston.
I have been disinclined to present, in such a number and array of foot-notes as would have been necessary, all the sources of information, the authorityfor statements, or the grounds for opinions and conclusions on which I have relied. To have done this would have required something but little short of a complete bibliography of the copious and multiform literature relating to our aborigines. What may be classed as the Public Documents illustrative of it are very voluminous, and are of course of the highest authority and value. General and local histories have from time to time given sometimes thorough, but often only superficial, attention to the ​more important relations of this interesting theme. Travellers, tourists, hunters, explorers, scientific commissions, military officers, missionaries, traders, and those who have lived among the Indians many years, as captives taken in youth, have contributed volumes of great variety in style, contents, views, opinions, and judgments, all of them mutually illustrative, helpful, and instructive, though by no means in accord in their representations of the character and habits, condition, capacity, religion, and general development of the various tribes of the red men, at different periods and in different parts of the country. A single paragraph, sometimes a single sentence, in the following pages, is a digest or summary of facts, statements, or opinions, gathered from several volumes, after an attempt at a fair estimate of the fidelity and judgment of their authors. Considering how rich in material, incident, and character the whole subject is for the literature of romance, it is surprising how little it has prompted of that character. Probably this is to be accounted to the stern reality in fact and record, which has disinclined writers and readers to idealize its actors and incidents. Indians, as subjects for romance, may engage a class of writers in an age to come.
For the reason stated above for limiting the number of foot-notes, I have given only such as authenticate the more important statements and sources ​of information indicated in the text of the volume. The opinions which I have ventured to express on contested points I must leave to be estimated for their weight or wisdom by different readers.
Occasional repetitions in references to persons, incidents, or facts may be noticed in the following pages, as they present themselves in some different relations to periods or subjects under which the contents of the volume are disposed.
Boston, June 1, 1882.
# The Red Man and the White Man in North America/front matter

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THE RED MAN AND THE WHITE MAN
IN
NORTH AMERICA
FROM
ITS DISCOVERY TO THE PRESENT TIME
BY
GEORGE E. ELLIS
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1882
Copyright, 1882,
By George E. Ellis.
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge.
THIS VOLUME
IS RESPECTFULLY AND GRATEFULLY INSCRIBED TO
FRANCIS PARKMAN,
WHOSE GENIUS AND ATTAINMENTS; WHOSE PATIENT AND LABORIOUS STUDIES FOR NEARLY TWO-SCORE YEARS; WHOSE EXTENDED TRAVELS THROUGH THE WILDER PARTS OF THIS CONTINENT FOR PERSONAL INTERCOURSE WITH THE INDIANS; AND WHOSE PERSEVERING RESEARCH THROUGH FOREIGN ARCHIVES, HAVE MADE HIM A MASTER OF THE GREAT THEME WHICH HE HAS ALREADY ILLUSTRATED IN SEVEN VOLUMES, — STILL AWAITING OTHERS, — COVERING THE PERIOD OF
EXPLORATION, ENTERPRISE, AND DOMINION OF FRANCE
IN NORTH AMERICA.
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Midnight Reverie

A Midnight Reverie
1920
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Nursery Rhyme

A Nursery Rhyme
1922.
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Vision

A Vision
* Nob's Hill, a famous residential district, destroyed in the great fire.
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/Ad Scribam, to Jonathan Hoag, Esq., Aetat LXXXIX

Ad Scribam
To Jonathan Hoag, Esq., Aetat LXXXIX. February 10, 1920
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Friend's Tribute

A Friend's Tribute
I am very glad to speak of my good friend, Mr. Jonathan Hoag and his work. I have had the pleasure of knowing him for the last ten or twelve years, and during part of that time I was his pastor. For several years of my pastorate in Greenwich, N. Y., we lived along side of each other, lawn to lawn, garden to garden and soul to soul. While his years were many, mine were comparatively few; and yet there was a fine fellowship between us. We enjoyed many a chat together over the deep things of the soul and the philosophy of life. When he took to poetry, our ways parted, for I cannot poetize. I love poetry, however, and have found much joy both in the lesser and the greater poets. For some time I have been looking forward to possessing a copy of my friend's poetry. It will contain for me something of the musings and the music of his soul.
Gordon B. Kierstead.
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Midsummer Dream

A Midsummer Dream
1921
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Voice Beneath the Evergreens

A Voice Beneath the Evergreens
1916
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/A Childhood Home

A Childhood Home
1921
# The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/Amid Inspiring Scenes

Amid Inspiring Scenes (Near Greenwich, N. Y.)
Prologue By H. P. L.
I.
Glacial Boulders II.
The Coming of Night III.
The Burgoyne Monument IV.
1919
# The Russian Revolution (Tolstoy)/End Matter

The Free Age Press.
CHRISTCHURCH, HANTS.
WAR
A PEACE ALBUM.
Pictures by EMILE HOLARÊK, with readings on the subject by LEO TOLSTOY and others.
Edited by V. Tchertkoff.
A collection of realistic and allegorical pictures representing the horrors of War and its an- tagonism to Christianity, Useful to Peace and Reform Societies. Special Terms arranged.
Red Covers, 34 pages, 12 × 10, Price One Penny; Post Free, Twopence.
Second Edition. Better Edition, same size, red covers, thick paper, tinted pictures, Sixpence; Post Free, Sevenpence.
The Free Age Press.
CHRISTCHURCH, HANTS.
TOLSTOY
ON
SHAKESPEARE.
| I. | "Shakespeare and the Drama." |
| | | By Leo Tolstoy. |
| II. | "Shakespeare and the Working Classes." |
| | | By E. H. Crosby. |
| III. | Mr. G. Bernard Shaw on Shakespeare. |
| IV. | The Press against Shakespeare. |
A criticism by Tolstoy of Shakespeare's dramatic and literary character. Includes an article by E. H. Crosby n Shakespeare's negative attitude to Democracy. Also a contribution by Mr. G. B. Shaw, and adverse criticism of Shakespeare by the Press.
With new portrait (1906(. 128 pages, price 6d., by post 7d.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Jacqueminots

JACQUEMINOTS.
I MAY not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers,
To tell their crimson secret in leaves of fragrant fire;
They plead for smiles and kisses as summer fields for showers,
And every purple veinlet thrills with exquisite desire.
O, let me see the glance, dear, the gleam of soft confession
You give my amorous roses for the tender hope they prove;
And press their heart-leaves back, love, to drink their deeper passion,
For their sweetest, wildest perfume is the whisper of my love!
My roses, tell her, pleading, all the fondness and the sighing,
All the longing of a heart that reaches thirsting for its bliss;
And tell her, tell her, roses, that my lips and eyes are dying
For the melting of her love-look and the rapture of her kiss.
Hunger goes sleeplessly
Thinking of food;
Evil lies painfully
Yearning for good.
Life is a confluence:
Nature must move,
Like the heart of a poet,
Toward beauty and love.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Living

LIVING.
TO toil all day and lie worn-out at night;
To rise for all the years to slave and sleep,
And breed new broods to do no other thing
In toiling, bearing, breeding life is this
To myriad men, too base for man or brute.
To serve for common duty, while the brain
Is hot with high desire to be distinct;
To fill the sand-grain place among the stones
That build the social wall in million sameness,
Is life by leave, and death by insignificance.
To live the morbid years, with dripping blood
Of sacrificial labor for a Thought;
To take the dearest hope and lay it down
Beneath the crushing wheels for love of Freedom;
To bear the sordid jeers of cant and trade,
And go on hewing for a far ideal,— This were a life worth giving to a cause,
If cause be found so worth a martyr life.
But highest life of man, nor work nor sacrifice,
But utter seeing of the things that be!
To pass amid the hurrying crowds, and watch
The hungry race for things of vulgar use;
To mark the growth of baser lines in men;
To note the bending to a servile rule;
To know the natural discord called disease
That rots like rust the blood and souls of men;
To test the wisdoms and philosophies by touch
Of that which is immutable, being clear,
The beam God opens to the poet's brain;
To see with eyes of pity laboring souls
Strive upward to the Freedom and the Truth,
And still be backward dragged by fear and ignorance;
To see the beauty of the world, and hear
The rising harmony of growth, whose shade
Of undertone is harmonized decay;
To know that love is life—that blood is one
And rushes to the union—that the heart
Is like a cup athirst for wine of love;
Who sees and feels this meaning utterly,
The wrong of law, the right of man, the natural truth,
Partaking not of selfish aims, withholding not
The word that strengthens and the hand that helps;
Who waits and sympathizes with the pettiest life,
And loves all things, and reaches up to God
With thanks and blessing—he alone is living.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/A Savage

A SAVAGE.
DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age,
Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl;
Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage,
And watch him stride in freedom from the hall.
"Return on Friday, to be shot to death!"
So ran the sentence—it was Monday night.
The dead man's comrades drew a well-pleased breath;
Then all night long the gambling dens were bright.
The days sped slowly; but the Friday came,
And flocked the miners to the shooting-ground;
They chose six riflemen of deadly aim,
And with low voices sat and lounged around.
"He will not come." "He's not a fool." "The men
Who set the savage free must face the blame."
A Choctaw brave smiled bitterly, and then
Smiled proudly, with raised head, as Dixon came.
Silent and stern—a woman at his heels;
He motions to the brave, who stays her tread.
Next minute—flame the guns: the woman reels
And drops without a moan Dixon is dead.
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Her Refrain

HER REFRAIN.
DO you love me?" she said, when the skies were blue,
And we walked where the stream through the branches glistened;
And I told and retold her my love was true,
While she listened and smiled, and smiled and listened.
"Do you love me?" she whispered, when days were drear,
And her eyes searched mine with a patient yearning;
And I kissed her, renewing the words so dear,
While she listened and smiled, as if slowly learning.
"Do you love me?" she asked, when we sat at rest
By the stream enshadowed with autumn glory;
Her cheek had been laid as in peace on my breast,
But she raised it to ask for the sweet old story.
And I said: "I will tell her the tale again
I will swear by the earth and the stars above me!"
And I told her that uttermost time should prove
The fervor and faith of my perfect love;
And I vowed it and pledged it that nought should move;
While she listened and smiled in my face, and then
She whispered once more, "Do you truly love me?"
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems/Heart-Hunger

HEART-HUNGER.
THERE is no truth in faces, save in children:
They laugh and frown and weep from nature's keys;
But we who meet the world give out false notes,
The true note dying muffled in the heart.
O, there be woful prayers and piteous wailing,
That spirits hear, from lives that starve for love!
The body's food is bread; and wretches' cries
Are heard and answered: but the spirit's food
Is love; and hearts that starve may die in agony
And no physician mark the cause of death.
You cannot read the faces; they are masks,— Like yonder woman, smiling at the lips,
Silk-clad, bejewelled, lapped with luxury,
And beautiful and young—ay, smiling at the lips,
But never in the eyes from inner light:
A gracious temple hung with flowers without— Within, a naked corpse upon the stones!
O, years and years ago the hunger came— The desert-thirst for love—she prayed for love— She cried out in the night-time of her soul for love!
The cup they gave was poison whipped to froth.
For years she drank it, knowing it for death;
She shrieked in soul against it, but must drink:
The skies were dumb—she dared not swoon or scream.
As Indian mothers see babes die for food,
She watched dry-eyed beside her starving heart,
And only sobbed in secret for its gasps,
And only raved one wild hour when it died!
O Pain, have pity! Numb her quivering sense;
O Fame, bring guerdon! Thrice a thousand years
Thy boy-thief with the fox beneath his cloak
Has let it gnaw his side unmoved, and held the world;
And she, a slight woman, smiling at the lips,
With repartee and jest—a corpse-heart in her breast!
# The Statues in the Block and Other Poems

THE
STATUES IN THE BLOCK,
AND OTHER POEMS.
BY
JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY.
BOSTON:
ROBERTS BROTHERS.
1881.
Copyright, 1881,
By John Boyle O'Reilly.
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge.
TO
THE MEMORY OF ELIZA BOYLE,
My Mother.
CONTENTS.
POEMS.
Life is a certainty,  Death is a doubt; Men may be dead  While they're walking about. Love is as needful  To being as breath; Loving is dreaming,—  And waking is death.
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# The Rights of Women and the Sexual Relations/Part 2

PART II.
PART II. :
| Luise Meyen on Men and Women — |
| 1. The Rights and Condition of Women | 181 |
| 2. Open Letter to Dr. Arnold Ruge, London | 187 |
| 3. Men | 195 |
| 4. Women | 214 |
| 5. The Convention of German Women in Frauenstadt | 227 |
| 6. The Convention of German Women in Frauenstadt | 233 |
| 7. Concerning Womanhood (a lecture, 1873) | 346 |
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Poetical Address to Mr. William Tytler

POETICAL ADDRESS TO MR. WILLIAM TYTLER,
WITH THE PRESENT OF THE BARD'S PICTURE.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Poor Mailie's Elegy

POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Scotch Drink

SCOTCH DRINK.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Raving Winds around her blowing

RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING.
TUNE―'M'GREGOR OF RUARA'S LAMENT.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Stanzas on the same occasion

STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Tam Glen

TAM GLEN.
TUNE—'THE MUCKING O' GEORDIE'S BYRE.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/She's fair and fause

SHE'S FAIR AND FAUSE.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Stay, my Charmer

STAY, MY CHARMER.
TUNE—'AN GILLE DUBH CIAR DHUBH.'
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Strathallan's Lament

STRATHALLAN'S LAMENT.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Tam O'Shanter

TAM O' SHANTER.
A TALE.
"So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow."—Page 99.
# The Subway Express

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Song from the musical Fascinating Flora.
[Verse]
    (Boy) It was in no sheltered nook
    It was by no babbling brook
    when romantic'lly we met.
    (Girl) Ah, the scene I can't forget
    we were thrown together in the Subway Express.
    (Boy) You were clearly all at sea
    As you wildly clutched at me,
    When around that curve we swung.
    (Girl) Yes, and though I'd lost my tongue
    I made a hit with you, you must confess.
    (Boy) Yes you hit me in the back,
    and as around and round you flew
    I inquired if I could tender a supporting arm to you.
    (Girl) To which I answered "No, Sir!"
    when the guard yelled "Move up closer"
    And clearly there was nothing else to do.
[Refrain]
    (Boy) We first met down at Spring Street
    and then up on my word.
    (Girl) I felt I'd known you all my life
    when we reached Twenty Third.
    (Boy) You won my heart at Harlem
    (Girl) At the Bronx I murmured yes,
    (Both) We lost no time in that hour sublime
    On the Subway Express.
[Verse]
    (Boy) When Grand Central hove in view
    Do you recollect how you wildly reaching for that strap
    (Girl) Tumbled in that fat man's lap
    what a situation for a Girlie was that?
    (Boy) As you sat upon his knee
    How I wished that I were he,
    But I helped you to your feet.
    (Girl) And the fat man held his seat
    I crushed him and I also crushed his hat.
    (Boy) As ostensibly we read the signs of breakfast food and ham
    If we weren't in a pickle, we were clearly in a jam.
    (Girl) 'Twas more like an excursion;
    Or just another version
    Of Mary and her faithful little Lamb.
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# The Suburbs of a Secret

The Suburbs of a Secret A Strategist should keep, Better than on a Dream intrude To scrutinize the Sleep.