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# The Story of a Masterpiece

* "The Story of a Masterpiece" in The Galaxy 5 (1–2) (January–February 1868):
** "The Story of a Masterpiece" in The Galaxy, 5 (1) (January, 1868), pp. 5–21
** "The Story of a Masterpiece" in The Galaxy, 5 (2) (February, 1868), pp. 133–143
    — First publication in any form; only publication in James' lifetime.
* "The Story of a Masterpiece" in Eight Uncollected Tales of Henry James (New Brunswick: Rutgers University Press, 1950): ?–?.
    — First book edition; published posthumously; copyright status to be determined.
# The Story of a Mother

English-language translations of Historien om en Moder include:
* "The Story of a Mother" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Story of a Mother" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "The Story of a Mother" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
# The Story of a Puppet

THE CHILDREN'S LIBRARY
THE ADVENTURES
OF
PINOCCHIO
THE
STORY OF A PUPPET
OR
THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
By C. COLLODI
TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN BY
M. A. MURRAY
ILLUSTRATED BY C. MAZZANTI
LONDON
T. FISHER UNWIN
1892
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# The Three Musketeers/Epilogue

La Rochelle, deprived of the assistance of the English fleet and of the diversion promised by Buckingham, surrendered after a siege of a year. On the twenty-eighth of October, 1628, the capitulation was signed.
The king made his entrance into Paris on the twenty-third of December of the same year. He was received in triumph, as if he came from conquering an enemy and not Frenchmen. He entered by the Faubourg St. Jacques, under verdant arches.
D'Artagnan took possession of his command. Porthos left the service, and in the course of the following year married Mme. Coquenard; the coffer so much coveted contained eight hundred thousand livres.
Mousqueton had a magnificent livery, and enjoyed the satisfaction of which he had been ambitious all his life--that of standing behind a gilded carriage.
Aramis, after a journey into Lorraine, disappeared all at once, and ceased to write to his friends; they learned at a later period through Mme. de Chevreuse, who told it to two or three of her intimates, that, yielding to his vocation, he had retired into a convent--only into which, nobody knew.
Bazin became a lay brother.
Athos remained a Musketeer under the command of d'Artagnan till the year 1633, at which period, after a journey he made to Touraine, he also quit the service, under the pretext of having inherited a small property in Roussillon.
Grimaud followed Athos.
D'Artagnan fought three times with Rochefort, and wounded him three times.
"I shall probably kill you the fourth," said he to him, holding out his hand to assist him to rise.
"It is much better both for you and for me to stop where we are," answered the wounded man. "CORBLEU--I am more your friend than you think--for after our very first encounter, I could by saying a word to the cardinal have had your throat cut!"
They this time embraced heartily, and without retaining any malice.
Planchet obtained from Rochefort the rank of sergeant in the Piedmont regiment.
M. Bonacieux lived on very quietly, wholly ignorant of what had become of his wife, and caring very little about it. One day he had the imprudence to recall himself to the memory of the cardinal. The cardinal had him informed that he would provide for him so that he should never want for anything in future. In fact, M. Bonacieux, having left his house at seven o'clock in the evening to go to the Louvre, never appeared again in the Rue des Fossoyeurs; the opinion of those who seemed to be best informed was that he was fed and lodged in some royal castle, at the expense of his generous Eminence.
# The Three Princesses of Whiteland

* "The Three Princesses of Whiteland" in The Red Fairy Book, 1890.
* "The Three Princesses of Whiteland" in Popular Tales from the Norse, 1912.
# The Voice of the Spirit

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# The Voice of the Valley

The Voice of the Valley
Yone Noguchi
The Voice of the Valley
The Voice of the Valley
By
Yone Noguchi
Author of "Seen and Unseen"
Introduction by Chas. Warren Stoddard
Illustration by William Keith
William Doxey
At the Sign of the Lark
San Francisco
Copyright, 1897
William Doxey
THE DOXEY PRESS
Pray, thou who art the first to touch the heart to these lines, be the last to read alone, and bless me when the world has forgotten me!
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# The Warden (Trollope, 1855)

The Warden (1855) is the first novel in Trollope's six-part Chronicles of Barsetshire series.
THE WARDEN
BY
ANTHONY TROLLOPE
AUTHOR OF
"BARCHESTER TOWERS"
NEW EDITION
LONDON
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
Chapter 1: Hiram's Hospital Chapter 2: The Barchester Reformer Chapter 3: The Bishop of Barchester Chapter 4: Hiram's Bedesmen Chapter 5: Dr. Grantly Visits the Hospital Chapter 6: The Warden's Tea Party Chapter 7: The Jupiter Chapter 8: Plumstead Episcopi Chapter 9: The Conference Chapter 10: Tribulation Chapter 11: Iphigenia Chapter 12: Mr. Bold's Visit to Plumstead Chapter 13: The Warden's Decision Chapter 14: Mount Olympus Chapter 15: Tom Towers, Dr Anticant, and Mr Sentiment Chapter 16: A Long Day in London Chapter 17: Sir Abraham Haphazard Chapter 18: The Warden Is Very Obstinate Chapter 19: The Warden Resigns Chapter 20: Farewell Chapter 21: Conclusion
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/Corrigenda

CORRIGENDA.
Vol.
| I. | p. 14, | Note. On Swift's early Odes, see vol. xviii. p. 241. |
| | 172, | l. 3 from bott. dele you. |
| | 236, | Note. For Dean read Deane. |
| | 270, | l. 18, for 29 read 19. |
| | 383, | l. 14, for think read thing. |
| II. | vi, | Note, l. 3 from bott. for 1760 read 1716. |
| | 272, | l. 7, for garland read garlands. |
| | | l. 10, for satires read satyrs. |
| III. | 165, | Note, For stent and read superfluous and an. |
| IV. | 250, | l. 9, for the peace read a peace. |
| V. | 14, | Note*. For 1710 read 1707. |
| | —— | ————+. For 1727 read 1707. |
| | 87, | l. 6 from bott. for difinition read definition. |
| | 423, | l. 2, for Letter of read Letter to. |
| VIII. | 403, | Note*. For conts read contes. |
| IX. | 134, | l. 17, for fair read fare. |
| | 383, | Penult. for eighteenth read eighth. |
| | 408, | l. 12, for conncil read council. |
| X. | 214, | Note, For respect read result. |
| XI. | 208, | l. 2, for Someset read Somerset. |
| | 342, | l. 2, for 1712 read 1714. |
| XII. | 136, | l. 4 from bott. for June read January. |
| | 324, | l. 9 from bott. for 1729 read 1739. |
| XIII. | 238, | l. 1, for Lord Bathurst read W. Pulteney, esq. |
| | 250, | Note*. For Harte read Hort. |
| | 379, | l. 11 from bott. The + should be after Richardson. |
| XIV. | 114, | l. 6, for 1736 read 1730. |
| | 196, | Notes, l. 4 from bott. for tands read stands. |
| | 229, | Note*. For vol. xviii, read vol. v, page 176. |
| | 237, | Note, l. 2 from bott. for vol. xviii, &c. read vol. xv, pp. 357, 359; and of her sister, ibid. p. 71. |
| | 239, | Note*. For vol. xviii, p. 1, &c. r. vol. xi, p. 17. |
| | 278, | Note. For vol. xviii, read vol. v, p. 176. |
| XVI. | 311, | l. 7, for Staffold read Saffold. |
| XVIII. | 3, | The "Preamble" will be found in vol. xvi, p. 336. |
| | 332, | l. 4 from bott. for Mr. read Dr. |
| | 374, | l. 10 from bott. for 1738-9 read 1737-8. |
| | 430, | l. 12, for tribuananr read tribuantur. |
| XIX. | 88, | l. 9 from bott. Add a comma after inter, and dele the comma after quos. |
| | 98, | l. 13, for raised read rased. |
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/Directions to the Binder

DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER.
The Portrait of Dean Swift, to face the Title of vol. I. The Map of Laputa, vol. VI, p. 194. The Plate of the Laputan language, vol. VI, p. 212.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/Addendum

ADDENDUM.
In vol. XIV, p. 9, a note from Dr. Warton has been cited, which it may not be improper to controvert. To pass over an allusion to Milton's prose writings in vol. XVI, p. 182; he twice mentions "Paradise Lost" with commendation; vol. V, p. 251, and vol. XI, p. 439; but, what is still more to the purpose, in the late excellent edition of Milton's "Poetical Works," by the Rev. H. J. Todd, vol. II, p. 157, a note is given from the margin of Swift's copy of "Paradise Lost;" which having excited my curiosity, I have been favoured with the following extract of a letter addressed to Mr. Todd from J. C. Walker, esq., well known to the literary world by his Historical Memoir on Italian Tragedy, and several other ingenious publications: "I had once in my possession a book which might be of great use to you, a copy of the Paradise Lost, with marginal notes in the handwriting of the celebrated dean Swift, for the use of Mrs. Johnson and her friend Mrs. Dingley. But this book, which belonged to the late Mr. John Whiteway (whose name appears in Swift's will), is, I fear, lost, nor can I find an exact transcript which I made of these notes. It is true these notes were rather explanatory than critical; they served to justify Dr. Johnson's assertion, "that Stella had not much literature."
By the remarks already printed on bishop Burnet’s preface to the "History of the Reformation," vol. X. p. 308; on Gibbs's Psalms," vol. XVI, p. 359; and on "Mackay's Characters, vol. XVIII, p. 218; some idea may be formed of the value of his marginal notes. And it may not be unacceptable to the curious to be informed that in the library of the marquis of Lansdown is preserved the dean's copy of Herbert's History of Henry VIII, (which, it appears in vol. I, p. 24, he had in 1696-7 been reading with attention); and also his copy of bishop Burnet's "History of the Reformation."
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/Certificate to a Discarded Servant

CERTIFICATE TO A DISCARDED SERVANT.
DEANERY HOUSE, JAN. 9, 1739-40.
WHEREAS the bearer served me the space of one year, during which time he was an idler and a ​ drunkard; I then discharged him as such; but how far his having been five years at sea may have mended his manners, I leave to the penetration of those who may hereafter choose to employ him.
J. SWIFT.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 19/From Alexander McAulay to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM ALEXANDER McAULAY, ESQ.
I HAVE received your letter of this date, and will wait upon you to morrow morning. I am extremely sorry to find you meet with any thing that affects or perplexes you. I hope I shall never be guilty of such black ingratitude as to omit any opportunity of doing you every good office in my power.
I am, with the greatest esteem and gratitude, rev. sir, your most obliged and most obedient servant,
ALEXANDER McAULAY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dingley and Brent

DINGLEY AND BRENT.
A SONG.
To the Tune of, "Ye Commons and Peers."
DINGLEY and Brent, Wherever they went, Ne'er minded a word that was spoken; ​Whatever was said, They ne'er troubled their head, But laugh'd at their own silly joking.
Should Solomon wise In majesty rise, And show them his wit and his learning; They never would hear. But turn the deaf ear, As a matter they had no concern in.
You tell a good jest, And please all the rest; Comes Dingley, and asks you, what was it? And, curious to know, Away she will go To seek an old rag in the closet.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dan Jackson's Defence

This is the fifth of twelve poems on the same subject: 1. On Dan Jackson's Picture; 2. On the same; 3. On the same; 4. On the same; 5. Dan Jackson's Defence; 6. Mr. Rochfort's Reply; 7. Dr. Delany's Reply; 8. Sheridan's Reply; 9. A Rejoinder, by the Dean; 10. Another Rejoinder, by the Dean; 11. Sheridan's Submission, by the Dean; and 12. To the Rev. Daniel Jackson.
DAN JACKSON'S DEFENCE.
"My verse little better you'll find than my face is, A word to the wise — ut pictura poësis."
THREE merry lads, with envy stung, Because Dan's face is better hung, Combin'd in verse to rhyme it down, And in its place set up their own; ​As if they'd run it down much better By number of their feet in metre, Or that its red did cause their spite, Which made them draw in black and white. Be that as 'twill, this is most true, They were inspir’d by what they drew. Let then such criticks know, my face Gives them their comeliness and grace: While every line of face does bring A line of grace to what they sing. But yet, methinks, though with disgrace Both to the picture and the face, I should name them who do rehearse The story of the picture farce; The squire, in French as hard as stone, Or strong as rock, that's all as one, On face on cards is very brisk, sirs. Because on them you play at whisk, sirs, But much I wonder, why my crany Should envy'd be by De-el-any: And yet much more, that half-namesake Should join a party in the freak, For sure I am it was not safe Thus to abuse his better half, As I shall prove you, Dan, to be, Divisim and conjunctively. For if Dan love not Sherry, can Sherry be any thing to Dan? This is the case whene'er you see Dan makes nothing of Sherry; Or should Dan be by Sherry o'erta'en. Then Dan would be poor Sherridane; Tis hard then he should be decry'd By Dan with Sherry by his side. ​But, if the case must be so hard, That faces suffer by a card,
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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson's

DEAN SWIFT AT SIR ARTHUR ACHESON'S,
IN THE NORTH OF IRELAND.
THE dean would visit Market-hill, Our invitation was but slight; I said — Why let him, if he will: And so I bade sir Arthur write.
His manners would not let him wait, Lest we should think ourselves neglected And so we saw him at our gate, Three days before he was expected.
After a week, a month, a quarter, And day succeeding after day, Says not a word of his departure, Though not a soul would have him stay.
I've said enough to make him blush, Methinks, or else the Devil's in't; But he cares not for it a rush, Nor for my life will take the hint.
But you, my dear, may let him know, In civil language, if he stays, How deep and foul the roads may grow, And that he may command the chaise.
Or you may say — My wife intends, Though I should be exceeding proud, This winter to invite some friends, And, sir, I know, you hate a crowd.
Or, Mr. dean — I should with joy Beg you would here continue still, ​But we must go to Aghnecloy; Or, Mr. Moore will take it ill.
The house accounts are daily rising; So much his stay doth swell the bills; My dearest life, it is surprising, How much he eats, how much he swills.
His brace of puppies how they stuff! And they must have three meals a day, Yet never think they get enough; His horses too eat all our hay.
O! if I could, how I would maul His tallow face and wainscot paws, His beetle brows, and eyes of wall, And make him soon give up the cause!
Must I be every moment chid With Skinnybonia, Snipe, and Lean? O! that I could but once be rid Of this insulting tyrant dean!
* ↑ The seat of Acheson Moore, esq., in the county of Tyrone, Aug. 20, 1721.
* ↑ The dean used to call lady Acheson by those names.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Desire and Possession

DESIRE AND POSSESSION. 1727.
'TIS strange, what different thoughts inspire In men, Possession, and Desire! Think what they wish so great a blessing; So disappointed when possessing! A moralist profoundly sage (I know not in what book or page, Or whether o'er a pot of ale) Related thus the following tale. Possession, and Desire his brother, But still at variance with each other, Were seen contending in a race; And kept at first an equal pace: ​'Tis said, their course continued long; For this was active, that was strong: Till Envy, Slander, Sloth, and Doubt, Misled them many a league about. Seduc'd by some deceiving light, They take the wrong way for the right; Through slippery by-roads dark and deep, They often climb, and often creep. Desire, the swifter of the two, Along the plain like lightning flew: 'Till, entering on a broad highway, Where power and titles scatter’d lay, He strove to pick up all he found, And by excursions lost his ground: No sooner got, than with disdain He threw them on the ground again; And hasted forward to pursue Fresh objects fairer to his view; In hope to spring some nobler game; But all he took was just the same: Too scornful now to stop his pace, He spurn'd them in his rival's face. Possession kept the beaten road, And gather’d all his brother strow'd; But overcharg’d, and out of wind, Though strong in limbs, he lagg'd behind. Desire had now the goal in sight: It was a tower of monstrous height; Where on the summit Fortune stands, A crown and sceptre in her hands; Beneath a chasm as deep as Hell, Where many a bold adventurer fell. Desire in rapture gaz'd a while, And saw the treacherous goddess smile; ​But, as he climb'd to grasp the crown, She knock'd him with the sceptre down! He tumbled in the gulf profound; There doom'd to whirl an endless round. Possession's load was grown so great, He sunk beneath the cumbrous weight: And, as he now expiring lay, Flocks every ominous bird of prey; The raven, vulture, owl, and kite, At once upon his carcase light, And strip his hide, and pick his bones, Regardless of his dying groans.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dick's Variety

DICK'S VARIETY.
DULL uniformity in fools I hate, who gape and sneer by rules. You, Mullinix, and slobbering C——, Who every day and hour the same are; That vulgar talent I despise Of pissing in the rabble's eyes. And when I listen to the noise Of idiots roaring to the boys; To better judgment still submitting, I own I see but little wit in; Such pastimes, when our taste is nice, Can please at most but once or twice. But then consider Dick, you'll find His genius of superiour kind; He never muddles in the dirt, Nor scours the streets without a shirt; Though Dick, I dare presume to say, Could do such feats as well as they. Dick I could venture every where, Let the boys pelt him if they dare, He'd have them try'd at the assizes For priests and jesuits in disguises; Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender, And listing troops for the pretender. But Dick can fart, and dance, and frisk, No other monkey half so brisk; Now has the speaker by the ears, Next moment in the house of peers; Now scolding at my lady Eustace, Or thrashing Baby in her new stays. ​Presto! be gone! with t'other hop He's powdering in a barber's shop; Now at the antichamber thrusting His nose to get the circle just in, And d—ns his blood, that in the rear He sees one single tory there: Then, woe be to my lord lieutenant, Again he'll tell him, and again on't.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dick, a Maggot

DICK,
A MAGGOT.
AS when, from rooting in a bin, All powder'd o'er from tail to chin, A lively maggot sallies out, You know him by his hazel snout: So when the grandson of his grandsire Forth issuing wriggling, Dick Drawcansir, With powder'd rump and back and side, You cannot blanch his tawny hide; For 'tis beyond the power of meal The gipsy visage to conceal: For, as he shakes his wainscot chops, Down every mealy atom drops, And leaves the tartar phyz in show, Like a fresh t—d just dropt on snow.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Corinna

CORINNA, 1712.
THIS day (the year I dare not tell) Apollo play'd the midwife's part; Into the world Corinna fell, And he endow'd her with his art.
But Cupid with a Satyr comes; Both softly to the cradle creep; Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums, While the poor child lay fast asleep.
Then Cupid thus: This little maid Of Love shall always speak and write. And I pronounce (the Satyr said) The world shall feel her scratch, and bite.
Her talent she display'd betimes; For in twice twelve revolving moons, She seem'd to laugh and squall in rhymes, And all her gestures were lampoons. ​At six years old the subtle jade Stole to the pantry door, and found The butler with my lady's maid: And you may swear the tale went round.
She made a song, how little miss Was kiss'd and slobber'd by a lad: And how when master went to p—, Miss came, and peep'd at all he had.
At twelve a wit and a coquette; Marries for love, half whore, half wife; Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in debt; Turns authoress, and is Curll's for life.
Her common-place book all gallant is, Of scandal now a cornucopia; She pours it out in Atalantis, Or memoirs of the New Utopia.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 7/Dr. Delany's Villa

DR. DELANY'S VILLA.
WOULD you that Delville I describe? Believe me, sir, I will not gibe: For who would be satirical Upon a thing so very small? You scarce upon the borders enter, Before you're at the very centre. A single crow can make it night, When o'er your farm she takes her flight: Yet, in this narrow compass, we Observe a vast variety; Both walks, walls, meadows, and parterres, Windows and doors, and rooms and stairs, And hills and dales, and woods and fields, And hay, and grass, and corn, it yields; ​All to your haggard brought so cheap in, Without the mowing or the reaping: A razor, though to say't I'm loth, Would shave you and your meadows both. Though small's the farm, yet here's a house Full large to entertain a mouse; But where a rat is dreaded more Than savage Caledonian boar; For, if it's enter’d by a rat, There is no room to bring a cat. A little rivulet seems to steal Down through a thing you call a vale, Like tears adown a wrinkled cheek, Like rain along a blade of leek: And this you call your sweet meander, Which might be suck'd up by a gander, Could he but force his nether bill To scoop the channel of the rill. For sure you 'd make a mighty clutter, Were it as big as city gutter. Next come I to your kitchen garden, Where one poor mouse would fare but hard in; And round this garden is a walk, No longer than a tailor's chalk; Thus I compare what space is in it, A snail creeps round it in a minute. One lettuce makes a shift to squeeze Up through a tuft you call your trees: And, once a year, a single rose Peeps from the bud, but never blows; In vain then you expect its bloom! It cannot blow for want of room. In short, in all your boasted seat, There's nothing but yourself that's great.