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# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/The Depths of the Sea
## The Depths of the Sea

Depths of the fathomless sea, What do you hold in your caves? Motionless hearts that bounded free, And many a costly argosie, That gallantly rode on your waves?
Yes! motionless hearts are there, And many a glassy eye— And many a gem of price ye bear, Ingots of gold and spices rare, That in the salt wave lie.
Oh, if the dead could speak, What a tale might ye unfold! Of the roaring surge and the blanching cheek, Of the crashing mast, and the one wild shriek, As the waters over them roll'd!
The weary sailor sleeps In your beautiful coral bowers; The polar star its night ward keeps, But he heeds it not—and his loved one weeps, As she counts the wearisome hours.
The cheek of beauty is there, But its blush has faded away— The sea-weed wraps what was once so fair, And the water-snake twines with her flowing hair, As though it but mock'd her decay.
The speaking eye is dim, That flash'd with its glance of light— The youth drank of life's cup, while joy bathed its brim, But the long draught of bitterness was not for him, And the pride-curl'd lip is white!
The young and the old are there, The coward heart and the brave— Those to whom life in her morning shone fair, And those who were wasted with cankering care, The freeman, the tyrant, the slave.
The infant is there, with the light Of his innocent smile round his brow; He laugh'd when the foam on that pitiless night, Curl'd o'er the rude wave with its sparkles of light— But his blue eye is slumbering now.
And there is the beautiful bride, Still entwined in her lover's last grasp; The warrior rests with his foe by his side, And the mother yet seems, in her matronly pride, To enfold that fair boy in her clasp.
Ye depths of the billowy sea! How many a tale of fear, Of the plunging corse, and the mutiny, And the blood-red banner of piracy, Could ye tell to the shuddering ear!
And of how, at the dead of night, The captive burst his chain, And with one glance at the moon's fair light, Forever he sunk from the tyrant's sight— And the wave roll'd on again.
Oh, ye are a changeless mystery— The heavens are wreathed in flame, And the bark is toss'd on the raging sea, Or the sunbeam smiles with its breezes free— But ye are forever the same.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/The Conscript's Farewell
## The Conscript's Farewell

Farewell, father;— I had hoped that I should be In thine age a staff for thee; But when years have mark'd thy brow, When thy step is weak and slow, When thy hair is thin and white, And thine eye hath lost its light, I shall never seek thy side, And thy faltering footsteps guide. Where my country's banners fly Proudly ‘neath a distant sky, To the battle forth I speed, There to fight and there to bleed; Not because the foeman's lance Glitters in the vales of France; Not because a stranger's mirth Rises round my father's hearth; Not at glory's trumpet call, Nor in freedom's cause to fall; But because ambitious power Tears me from my peaceful bower. Yet amidst the battle strife, In the closing hours of life, Think not that my heart shall quail, Spirit droop, or courage fail. Where the boldest deed is done, Where the laurel-wreath is won, Where the standard eagles fly, There thy son shall proudly die; Though, perhaps, no voice may tell How the nameless conscript fell! Thy blessing, father.
Farewell, mother;— It is hard to part from thee, And my tears are flowing free. While around thee gloom and night Quench'd religion's blessed light, Still thou bad'st my lisping voice In the evening hymn rejoice; And my childhood's prayer was said, Ere thou bless'd my pillow'd head. Oh, before I leave thee now, Place thy hand upon my brow, And with every treasured word, That my infant ears have heard, Bless me, mother.
Farewell, brother;— Many an hour of boyish glee, I have pass'd in joy with thee; If with careless act or tongue I have ever done thee wrong, Think upon thy brother's lot, And be all his faults forgot; Thou may'st dry our mother's tears, Soothe our sisters’ anxious fears, Be their shield, their guide, their stay Throughout many a coming day; Freely with thy father share All his secret weight of care; Be what it were mine to be, Had I still remain'd with thee, And love me, brother.
Farewell, sisters;— Yonder is our favourite vine, You must now its tendrils twine, And when ‘neath its leafy bower, You are met at evening hour, Think how oft in by-past days, There we waked the song of praise, Till your beaming eyes are wet With the tears of fond regret; Then together fondly bend, And your gentle voices blend. Pray for me, sisters.
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/The Devoted
## The Devoted

It was a beautiful turn given by a great lady, who being asked where her husband was, when he lay concealed for having been deeply concerned in a conspiracy, resolutely answered, that she had hidden him. This confession caused her to be carried before the governor, who told her that nought but confessing where she had hidden him, could save her from the torture. “And will that do?” said she. “Yes,” replied the governor, “I will pass my word for your safety, on that condition.” “Then,” replied she, “I have hidden him in my heart, where you may find him.”
Stern faces were around them bent, and eyes of vengeful ire, And fearful were the words they spake of torture, stake, and fire: Yet calmly in the midst she stood, with eye undimm'd and clear, And though her lip and cheek were white, she wore no sign of fear.
“Where is thy traitor spouse?” they said;—a half-form'd smile of scorn, That curl'd upon her haughty lip, was back for answer borne;— “Where is thy traitor spouse?” again, in fiercer notes, they said, And sternly pointed to the rack, all rusted o'er with red!
Her heart and pulse beat firm and free—but in a crimson flood, O'er pallid lip and cheek and brow, rush'd up the burning blood; She spake, but proudly rose her tones, as when in hall or bower, The haughtiest chief that round her stood had meekly own'd their power;
“My noble lord is placed within a safe and sure retreat”— “Now tell us where, thou lady bright, as thou wouldst mercy meet, Nor deem thy life can purchase his—he cannot ‘scape our wrath, For many a warrior's watchful eye is placed o'er every path.
“But thou may'st win his broad estates to grace thine infant heir, And life and honour to thyself, so thou his haunts declare.” She laid her hand upon her heart; her eye flash'd proud and clear, And firmer grew her haughty tread—“My lord is hidden here!
“And if ye seek to view his form, ye first must tear away, From round his secret dwelling place these walls of living clay!” They quail'd beneath her haughty glance, they silent turn'd aside, And left her all unharm'd amidst her loveliness and pride!
# The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/The Bereaved Father
## The Bereaved Father

Ye have gone from me, gentle ones! With all your shouts of mirth; A silence is within my walls, A darkness round my hearth.
The brightness from my life has gone, The gladness from my heart! Alas! alas! that such as you From home and love should part!
Woe to the hearts that heard, unmoved, The mother's anguish'd shriek! And mock'd, with taunting scorn, the tears That bathed a father's cheek.
Woe to the hands that tore you hence, My innocent and good! Not e'en the tigress of the wild, Thus tears her fellow's brood.
I list to hear your soft sweet tones, Upon the morning air; I gaze amidst the twilight's gloom, As if to find you there.
But you no more come bounding forth, To meet me in your glee; And when the evening shadows fall, Ye are not at my knee.
Your forms are aye before my eyes, Your voices on my ear, And all things wear a thought of you, But you no more are here.
You were the glory of my life, My blessing and my pride! I half forgot the name of slave, When you were by my side!
Woe for the lot that waiteth you, My victim babes! through life; Who now shall teach you to bear up Amidst its bitter strife!
Woe for your lot, ye doom'd ones! woe! A seal is on your fate! And shame, and toil, and wretchedness, On all your steps await!
# The New Student's Reference Work/Propagation

See also Plant propagation on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Prop′aga′tion, as a natural process among wild plants, is accomplished by the various methods of scattering spores (q. v.) and seeds (see Seed-Dispersal), through parts of plants, as buds and twigs, breaking off and taking root or even by the entire plant being carried by the wind, as such “tumble-weeds” as the Russian thistle and pigweed. Other means of propagation are runners and branches that take root at their joints or tips, as the strawberry and raspberry. Many plants spread only too effectively through shoots sent up by their roots and underground stems, as the silver-leaf poplar and Canadian thistle. But in the horticultural sense propagation refers to a group of artificial processes, as budding, grafting and layering (see these headings), the planting of seeds, bulbs, tubers, cuttings etc. or the transplanting of young plants (see Hotbed). The reproduction of plants by other means than from the seed is spoken of as vegetative propagation, and is used to keep some desirable characteristic that will not breed “true” in seedlings, as in fruit-trees. (See Grafting.) For the manner in which new varieties are produced see Plant-Breeding.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Proserpina

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Proserpina (prṓ-sẽr′ pĭ-nȧ), daughter of Zeus and Demeter. While gathering flowers on the plains of Sicily, she was abducted by Pluto and taken to his abode in the underworld, where she was found by her mother after a nine-years’ search, and given up by Pluto only on condition that she live underground for part of the year. The myth clearly is an expression of the revival of nature every year, after winter is over.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Princeton, N. J.

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​ Prince′ton, N. J., a borough in Mercer County, 50 miles by rail from New York and about the same distance from Philadelphia. On January 3, 1777, it was the scene of a battle between the British under Colonel Mawhood and the Americans under Washington, in which the British were defeated. Here Washington dated his farewell address to his army. The place, however, is chiefly celebrated as the seat of the University of Princeton and of Princeton Theological Seminary. Population 5,136.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Prince of Wales

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​ Prince of Wales is the title usually borne by the oldest son of a reigning sovereign of Great Britain. The monarchs of Wales (q. v.) during its independence were so designated, and upon its becoming a part of England the principality of Wales was bestowed by Edward I (1283) upon his son, afterwards Edward II. In 1343 the title was bestowed upon Edward the Black Prince, and from that time to the present the custom has been followed by each reigning sovereign of Great Britain. The title is not inherited but bestowed, and usually some time after the coronation of the sovereign. On the death of a Prince of Wales the title has been transferred to the next heir apparent, if a male. An annuity of $200,000 was settled upon the Prince of Wales by 26 Vict. c. 1. By statute the Prince of Wales becomes a Knight of the Garter as soon as he receives the former title. The particular badge of the Prince of Wales is a design of three white ostrich-feathers encircled by the ancient coronet of Wales and accompanied by the motto: Ich dien (I serve). This device is said to have been assumed by the Black Prince in 1346, when he took such a plume from John, King of Bohemia, whom he slew in battle. The origin of the motto has never been satisfactorily traced. See York, Duke of.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Princeton University

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​ Princeton University was founded in 1746 at Newark, N. J., as the College of New Jersey. It removed to Princeton in 1752, and in 1896 changed its name to Princeton University. It is the fourth oldest among American colleges. Its second president was Aaron Burr, Sr., whose son became vice-president of the United States. Among other distinguished presidents we find the names of Jonathan Edwards, Francis Patton, and Woodrow Wilson. Nassau Hall, the oldest building, was a barracks and a hospital during the Revolution. Among the graduates of Princeton, which has always ranked with Yale and Harvard, stand some of the most distinguished men in American history. The ​university consists of the academic and graduate departments and of John C. Green School of Science, the last including departments of science, civil engineering and electrical engineering. Bachelor's, master's and doctor's degrees are conferred. There are 13 fellowships and 113 scholarships. The faculty numbers 174, the students 1,442 and the library 278,000 volumes. The productive funds amount to $3,702,600 and the income to $1,316,984. Princeton Theological Seminary (Presbyterian), founded in 1812, has 16 instructors, 163 students and a library of 72,000 volumes. With the seminary is associated the fame of The Princeton Review, (1825-72), edited by Charles F. Hodge.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Proof-Reading

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Proof′-Read′ing. Owing to the varieties of handwriting which are submitted to printers, as well as to various accidents which cannot wholly be avoided in setting up type, it is necessary that the first imprints or proofs of a book or periodical should be carefully revised and corrected. Moreover, an author or editor is by this means enabled to make alterations or corrections in the text to the last moment. Among the errors for which proof-readers will be on the alert are these: the omission of letters or their wrongful insertion; bad spacing between words or letters; the omission of words; the transposition of letters, words or phrases; wrong type; defective punctuation and use of capitals; crookedness of lines. For these faults the proofreader uses certain appropriate marks. It is not, however, necessary to adhere to these marks alone. Every proof-reader should, however, make his corrections in the margin and on the side nearest the error. He should set a vertical stroke at the end of each correction in the margin. The spot at which the correction is to be made should also be indicated. The purpose of the vertical stroke after each marginal correction is to separate one correction from another, for it is not uncommon to find several fall close together, even in the one line. Thus a wrong letter would be corrected by a stroke through it, the right letter written in the margin, and a vertical stroke after this letter. A caret is used where something is to be inserted; a mark like a d where something is to be deleted or omitted. Proof-reading must be done with attention to the form rather than the meaning, except where the editor or author may wish to make alterations in the meaning rather than to correct the form. It is difficult and unsafe to attempt to combine both purposes in a single reading. In general, even the form requires three readings, preferably by at least two different persons.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Prosenchyma

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Prosenchyma (prŏs-ĕn′ kĭ-mȧ) (in plants), a tissue in plants whose cells are elongated or fibrous. It is a general name covering all elongated and fiber-like cells, as distinct from parenchyma, which is a tissue composed of cells whose three diameters are approximately the same.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Prince Rupert

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​ Prince Rupert on Kaien Island south of Port Simpson, British Columbia, has been selected as the Pacific terminus of the Grand Trunk Pacific (q. v.). The route round the world will be shortened by this road. It brings Liverpool nearer to eastern markets.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Principé

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​ Principé or Prince's Island is a Portuguese possession in the Bight of Biafra, due east of French Kongo. It forms an independent colony with São Thomé (q. v.). Its population is 4,327.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Prometheus

See also Prometheus on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
Prometheus (prō-mē′ thūs), a hero of Grecian mythology, who, on account of various services rendered to men, was chained by Zeus to a rock, where a vulture was sent to devour his liver by day, Zeus causing it to grow again by night. As Prometheus continued to endure this torture without yielding, the wrath of Jupiter was at length appeased, and the victim was released. Some legends represent the offense of Prometheus as stealing fire from heaven for the benefit of men; and in the tragedy of Æschylus he is an immortal god, a friend of the human race, who does not shrink from opposing the evil designs of Zeus against mankind nor even from sacrificing himself for their salvation. The possession of fire was very important to the early races of men, and the legend of its having been originally stolen from heaven is very widely spread over the world.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/New Ship for Cunard Line

NEW SHIP FOR CUNARD LINE.
Designs Have Been Prepared for a Vessel of Twenty-five Knots.
LONDON, Aug. 1.—The Cunard Line has decided to fight, for the Atlantic record. Designs have been prepared and estimates invited for a vessel of 25 knots, although, owing to the high price of iron and other causes, the order has not yet been placed. "This determination." says The Daily Telegraph, "will cause the liveliest satisfaction in Great Britain."
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Hurt in Runaway Accident

HURT IN RUNAWAY ACCIDENT.
Party of Four Thrown on Rocks—Woman's Skull Fractured.
Special to The New York Times.
PORT JERVIS, N. Y., July 31.—Dr. Stanberg and Arthur Sullivan of New York and the Misses Lillian and Jeanette Mott of Milford were seriously injured in a runaway accident last night, Miss Lillian Mott sustaining a fracture of the skull.
The party had gone out for a drive early in the evening. On the way home Miss Lillian was driving, and while descending a steep hill a mile from Milford the team became frightened and ran away. When they reached the bridge that spans the Sawkill Brook at the outskirts of the village the wagon struck the railing, precipitating the vehicle and its occupants ten feet to the rocky bed of a mountain stream. Near-by residents heard the crash and assisted the injured people from the stream to Seitzville, where local physicians attended the injured.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Miner Makes Rich Strike

MINER MAKES RICH STRIKE.
Finds $3,000 a Ton Silver Ore in the Back Yard of His Home.
Special to The New York Times.
CENTRAL CITY, July 31.-To-night all interest and most of the floating population centres about Leopold Feissner's house, in Dory Gulch, near here, the news having leaked out that Feissner had opened up silver ore in a tunnel in his back yard that assays nearly $3,500 to the ton. Feissner is employed in a mine here and has worked his little tunnel after supper and on Sundays.
The silver ore is found in slabs on the walls, some of it being almost the pure metal. Every foot for half a mile in the vicinity has been staked, even up to the front yard fence of the miner's little home.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Rash Marriage Prevented

RASH MARRIAGE PREVENTED
Philadelphia Woman Just in Time to Stop Her Daughter Wedding a Hotel Clerk.
Special to the New York Times.
COLORADO SPRINGS. Col.. July 31.—Violette Hempstead, daughter of W. O. Hempstead, a wealthy Philadelphia broker, consented to marry Louis S. Thompson, a young man, until yesterday employed at the Antlers Hotel. Miss Hempstead and her mother are Summer guests at the hotel.
Mrs. Hempstead heard of the affair in time to appear at Justice Ruby's office just before the ceremony was to be performed. A stormy scene ended in the return of the license and a victory for the mother.
Miss Hempstead and Thompson are about eighteen and twenty years old respectively. They met first at the hotel a few days ago.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Mr. Babcock's Tariff Bill

MR. BABCOCK'S TARIFF BILL.
Its Author Says It Is Not Aimed Against All Trust-Made Goods.
Special to The New York Times.
MILWAUKEE, July 31.—A letter has been received here from Congressman J. W. Babcock, in which he defends his Tariff bill. He admits his bill is crude in some particulars, but says it could be amended in committee. He says:
"Those who have attacked my proposition assume that I want to have the tariff removed from all trust-made goods. This is not so. The theory of Republican protection has been to protect labor and material. We are now producing some articles at a less cost than any other nation.
"After many of these industries have become giants such as the world has never before known, shall we continue a tariff on articles that yield no revenue, need no protection, and that, in fact, like the produce on our farms, are articles of export? If Congress maintains a tariff on such articles the whole theory of protection falls to the ground, and it simply inures to the benefit of those who may secure the control of any such commodity.
"I maintain that it is a part of the policy of protection to protect the consumers. I would not touch a schedule where the tariff was needed to protect labor."
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Had Tobacco in Her Trunk

HAD TOBACCO IN HER TRUNK.
American Saloon Passenger on the Furnessia Fined at Belfast.
LONDON, Aug. 1—Mrs. Sarah H. Collins, American, and a first-class passenger on the steamer Furnessia, from New. York, July 20, for Glasgow, was yesterday fined £2 17s., with costs, at Belfast for having three pounds of tobacco in her trunk.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Low Freight from Canada to Glasgow

Low Freight from Canada to Glasgow.
Special to The New York Times
MONTREAL, Quebec, July 31.—Ocean freights from Montreal are abnormally low at the present time, corn having been carried to Glasgow as low as 6d. per quarter. The rates to London and Liverpool from the St. Lawrence are also depressed. The dullness is attributed to the effects of the drought in the West, which has caused corn to advance in price with the result that English buyers are holding off for a break in prices. The scarcity of orders is causing many ships to leave the St. Lawrence light. Rates generally are about 50 per cent. lower than last year.
# The New York Times/1901/08/01/Schoolgirls as Smugglers

SCHOOLGIRLS AS SMUGGLERS.
Forty Students Found on the Swiss-Italian Frontier with Cigars and Cigarettes Worth $30,000.
ROME, July 31.—The frequent walks across the Swiss-Italian frontier of girls of a seminary near Maslianco aroused the suspicions of the customs officers, who finally stopped a procession of forty, walking two by two.
It was ascertained that each girl was smuggling cigars or cigarettes of the aggregate value of $30,000.