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# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Erasmus Lewis to Jonathan Swift - 9

FROM ERASMUS LEWIS, ESQ.
I HAVE yours of the twenty-fifth. You judge very right; it is not the going out, but the manner, that enrages me. The queen has told all the lords the reasons of her parting with him, viz. that he neglected all business; that he was seldom to be understood; that when he did explain himself, she could not depend upon the truth of what he said; that he never came to her at the time she appointed; that he often came drunk; that lastly, to crown all, he behaved himself toward her with bad manners, indecency, and disrespect. Pudet hæc opprobria nobis, &c.
I am distracted with the thoughts of this, and the pride of the conqueror. I would give the world I could go out of town to morrow; but the secretary says, I must not go till he returns, which will not be till the sixteenth of August, or perhaps the twenty-third; but I am in hopes I may go toward Bath the sixteenth.
The runners are already employed to go to all the coffeehouses. They rail to the pit of Hell. I am ready to burst for want of vent.
The stick is yet in his hand, because they ​cannot agree who shall be the new commissioners. We suppose the blow will be given to night, or to morrow morning. The sterility of good and able men is incredible. When the matter is over, I will wait upon our she friend. If she receives me as usual, I will propose to her, that I will serve where I do, provided I may be countenanced, and at full liberty to pay my duty to all the Harleian family in the same manner I used to do. If that is not allowed me in the utmost extent, consistent with my trust here, I will propose an employment in the revenues, or to go out without any thing; for I will not be debarred going to him. If she does not receive me as she used to do, I will never go again. I flatter myself she will be so friendly as to enter into the consideration of my private circumstances, and preserve her old goodness to me.
There is no seeing the dragon till he is out, and then I will know his thoughts about your coming to Brampton. I hear he goes out of town instantly to Wimple, and my lady to Brampton; that he will join her there, after a few days stay at Wimple. Adieu.
* ↑ Lord Bolingbroke.
* ↑ On the night of Tuesday, July 27, the day on which this letter is dated, a cabinet council was held (after the earl of Oxford had resigned the staff, which he did on that day) to consult what persons to put in commission for the management of the treasury. The number to be five. Sir William Wyndham, chancellor of the exchequer, was to be one; but they could not agree in the choice of the other four. Their debate about the matter lasted till near two o'clock in the morning, at which the queen being present, it raised a violent agitation in her spirits, which affected her head.
* ↑ Lady Masham.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From Frances Bolingbroke to Jonathan Swift - 1

FROM LADY BOLINGBROKE.
YOUR letter came in very good time to me, when I was full of vexation and trouble, which all vanishes, finding that you were so good to remember me under my afflictions, which have been not greater than you can think, but much greater than I can express. I am now in town; business called me hither; and when that is finished I shall retire with more comfort than I came. Do not forsake an old friend, nor believe reports which are scandalous and false. You are pleased to inquire after my health; I can give you no good account of it at present; but that country, whither I shall go next week, will, I hope, set me up. As to my temper, if it is possible, I am more insipid and dull than ever, except in some places, and there I am a little fury, especially if they dare mention my dear lord without respect, which sometimes happens; for good manners and relationship are laid aside in this town; it is not hard for you to guess whom I mean. I have not yet seen her grace, but design it in a day or two: we have kept a constant correspondence ever since our misfortunes, and her grace is pleased to call me sister. There is nobody in the world has a truer respect and value ​for her than myself. I send this to my friend John, and beg you, when you do me the favour of an answer, to send it to him, who will take care to convey it to me in the country; for your letter lay a long while, before it came to my hands. I beg you to look with a friendly eye upon all my faults and blots in this letter, and that you will believe me what I really am, your most faithful humble servant,
F. B.
* ↑ Daughter and coheiress of sir Henry Winchescomb of Bucklebary, in the county of Berks, bart. Mr. St. John married this lady in 1700.
* ↑ The duchess of Ormond.
# The Wolf, the Fox, and the Shepherd

Perry index 568
* "Of the Foxe and of the Wulf", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Wolfe and a Fox", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
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# The Wolf Master

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[#Kirdy the White Falcon, Khlit the Cossack (nominally)] Extracted from Adventure magazine, 1926 Dec 8, pp. 2–81. As a bonus, we have some “real history” underlying the story. Head over to the Discussion page if interested.
       “Asia—The White Falcon and the girl of the steppes”
The White Falcon and the false Dmitri
Harold Lamb's
New complete novel of the Cossacks
The Wolf Master
* Chapter I 2
* Chapter II. The Tale of Batko Andriev 10
* Chapter III 13
* Chapter IV 17
* Chapter V. the Black Hour 22
* Chapter VI 24
* Chapter VII. The Reflections of Monsieur Bertrand 28
* Chapter VIII. The River Gate 30
* Chapter IX 35
* Chapter X. Omelko's Dream 40
* Chapter XI 45
* Chapter XII. The Trail Beyond the River 49
* Chapter XIII 53
* Chapter XIV. The Drink of the Fanga Nialma 57
* Chapter XV 61
* Chapter XVI. Concerning Tevakel Khan 66
* Chapter XVII. The Gate in the Mountain 68
* Chapter XVIII 71
* Chapter XIX. The End of the Road 74
* "The Wolf Master," copyright, 1926, by Harold Lamb.
* 2 Copyright, 1926, by The Butterick Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain.
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# The Wolf

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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
* "The Wolf", a poem by E. Pauline Johnson
* The Wolf, a short story by Guy de Maupassant
* "The Wolf" by Sewell Peaslee Wright. in Weird Tales, 10 (5) (November 1927)
# The Wolf, the Fox, and the Ape

Perry index 474
* "Of the Wulf, of the Foxe, and of the Ape", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "An Ape Judge betwixt a Fox and a Wolf", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Wolf, the Fox, and the Ape", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Wolf, the Fox, and the Ape", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Water-Man

THE WATER-MAN.
[This ballad cannot be claimed as one of Goethe's original compositions, it being a very close translation of an old Danish ballad, entitled, "The Mer-man, and Marstig's daughter." As, however, it appears in all the collections, and has often been quoted as a favourable specimen of Goethe's skill in assuming the simple style of the popular Northern ballads, we have deemed it advisable to give a version.]
"Oh, mother! rede me well, I pray; How shall I woo me yon winsome May?"
She has built him a horse of the water clear, The saddle and bridle of sea-sand were.
He has donned the garb of a knight so gay, And to Mary's Kirk he has ridden away.
He tied his steed to the chancel door, And he stepped round the Kirk three times and four.
He has boune him into the Kirk, and all Drew near to gaze on him, great and small.
The priest he was standing in the quire;— "What gay young gallant comes branking here?"
The winsome maid, to herself said she, "Oh, were that gay young gallant for me!"
He stepped o'er one stool, he stepped o'er two; "Oh, maiden, plight me thine oath so true!"
He stepped o'er three stools, he stepped o'er four; "Wilt be mine, sweet May, for evermore?"
​She gave him her hand of the drifted snow— "Here hast thou my troth, and with thee I'll go."
They went from the Kirk with the bridal train, They danced in glee and they danced full fain;
They danced them down to the salt-sea strand, And they left them standing there, hand in hand.
"Now wait thee, love, with my steed so free, And the bonniest bark I'll bring for thee."
And when they passed to the white, white sand, The ships came sailing on to the land;
But when they were out in the midst of the sound, Down went they all in the deep profound!
Long, long on the shore, when the winds were high, They heard from the waters the maiden's cry.
I rede ye, damsels, as best I can— Tread not the dance with the Water-Man!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Traveller and the Farm Maiden

Consistent with the original work, this page also contains an unrelated untitled couplet.
THE TRAVELLER AND THE FARM MAIDEN.
HE.
Canst thou give, O fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,— Where I'd fain one moment cease to wander,— Food and drink to one so heavy laden?
SHE.
Wouldst thou find refreshment, traveller weary, Bread, ripe fruit, and cream, to meet thy wishes,— None but Nature's plain and homely dishes, — Near the spring may soothe thy wanderings dreary.
HE.
Dreams of old acquaintance now pass through me, Ne'er-forgotten queen of hours of blisses: Likenesses I've often found, but this is One that quite a marvel seemeth to me!
SHE.
Travellers often wonder beyond measure, But their wonder soon see cause to smother; Fair and dark are often like each other, Both inspire the mind with equal pleasure.
HE.
Not now for the first time I surrender To this form, in humble adoration; It was brightest midst the constellation In the hall adorned with festal splendour.
SHE.
Be thou joyful that 'tis in my power To complete thy strange and merry story Silks behind her, full of purple glory, Floated, when thou sawest her in that hour.
HE.
No, in truth, thou hast not sung it rightly! Spirits may have told thee all about it; Pearls and gems they spoke of, do not doubt it.— By her gaze eclipsed,—it gleamed so brightly!
SHE.
This one thing I certainly collected: That the fair one—(say nought, I entreat thee!) Fondly hoping once again to meet thee, Many a castle in the air erected.
HE.
By each wind I ceaselessly was driven, Seeking gold and honour, too, to capture. When my wand'rings end, then oh, what rapture, If to find that form again 'tis given!
SHE.
'Tis the daughter of the race now banished That thou seest, not her likeness only, Helen and her brother, glad though lonely, Till this farm of their estate now vanished.
HE.
But the owner surely is not wanting Of these plains, with ev'ry beauty teeming? Verdant fields, broad meads, and pastures gleaming. Gushing springs, all heavenly and enchanting.
SHE.
Thou must hunt the world through, wouldst thou find him!— We have wealth enough in our possession, And intend to purchase the succession, When the good man leaves the world behind him.
HE.
I have learnt the owner's own condition, And, fair maiden, thou indeed canst buy it; But the cost is great, I won't deny it,— Helen is the price,—with thy permission!
SHE.
Did then fate and rank keep us asunder, And must Love take this road, and no other? Yonder comes my dear and trusty brother! What will he say to it all, I wonder?
Turn to good account thy day; Wilt aught lay hold on? Go not far away.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Treasure-Seeker

THE TREASURE-SEEKER.
I.
Many weary days I suffered, Sick of heart and poor of purse; Riches are the greatest blessing— Poverty the deepest curse! Till at last to dig a treasure Forth I went into the wood— "Fiend! my soul is thine for ever!" And I signed the scroll with blood.
II.
Then I drew the magic circles, Kindled the mysterious fire, Placed the herbs and bones in order, Spoke the incantation dire. And I sought the buried metal With a spell of mickle might— Sought it as my master taught me; Black and stormy was the night.
III.
And I saw a light appearing In the distance, like a star; When the midnight hour was tolling, Came it waxing from afar: Came it flashing, swift and sudden, As if fiery wine it were, Flowing from an open chalice, Which a beauteous boy did bear.
IV.
And he wore a lustrous chaplet, And his eyes were full of thought, ​As he stepped into the circle With the radiance that he brought. And he bade me taste the goblet; And I thought—"It cannot be, That this boy should be the bearer Of the Demon's gifts to me!"
V.
"Taste the draught of pure existence Sparkling in this golden urn, And no more with baleful magic Shalt thou hitherward return. Do not seek for treasures longer; Let thy future spell-words be, Days of labour, nights of resting: So shall peace return to thee!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Visit

THE VISIT.
To-day I thought to steal upon my darling, But the door was closed of her apartments. Of a key, however, I am master; Noislessly I glide within the doorway.
In the salon found I not the maiden, Found the maiden not within the parlour, But on tiptoe entering her chamber, There I find her, sunk in graceful slumber, In her robes, upon the sofa lying. At her work had slumber overtaken her; And the netting, with the needles, rested 'Twixt the fair hands that hung crosswise folded. Silently I sate me down beside her, And awhile I mused if I should wake her. ​Awed me then the peace so sweet and holy, Which upon her drooping eyelids rested: On her lips abode a trustful quiet, Beauty on her cheeks, the home of beauty; And the tranquil movement of her bosom Showed how innocent the heart that moved it. All her limbs, so gracefully reposing, Lay relaxed by sleep's delicious balsam: There I sat enraptured, and the vision Curbed the impulse I had felt to wake her, With a spell that close and closer bound me.
"O my love," I murmured, "and can slumber, Which unmasks whate'er is false and formal, Can he injure thee not, nor unravel Aught to shake thy lover's fondest fancy?
"Thy dear eyes are closed, those eyes so tender— Eyes, which only lifted are enchantment, Those sweet lips, oh, lips so sweet they stir not, Stir not nor for speech, nor yet for kisses! All unloosened is the magic cincture Of thine arms, that otherwhiles enclasp me, And the hand, the dainty sweet companion Of all best endearments, void of motion. Were my thoughts of thee delusion merely— Were my love for thee but self-deception, I must now discern the truth, when Amor Stands beside me thus, with eyes unbandaged."
Long while thus I sat, with heart elated, Thinking of her worth and my devotion; Sleeping, she with rapture so had filled me, That I did not venture to awake her.
Placing softly down upon her table Two pomegranates and two half-blown rosebuds, ​Gently, gently, glide I from the chamber. When she opes her eyes, my own heart's darling, And they rest upon my gift, with wonder Will she muse, how such fine token ever There should be, and yet her door unopened.
When to-night again I see my angel, Oh, how she will joy, and twofold pay me, For this tribute of my heart's devotion!
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Warning

THE WARNING.
When sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day, And when for ever all things earthly die, We must a full and true account supply
Of ev'ry useless word we dropped in play.
But what effect will all the words convey Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly, That I might win thy favour, laboured I,
If on thine ear alone they die away?
Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind, Remember well how long thou hast delayed, So that the world such sufferings may not know.
If I must reckon, and excuses find For all things useless I to thee have said, To a full year the Judgment Day will grow.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Violet

THE VIOLET.
Upon the mead a violet stood, Retiring, and of modest mood, In truth, a violet fair. Then came a youthful shepherdess, And roamed with sprightly joyousness, And blithely wooed With carols sweet the air.
"Ah!" thought the violet, "had I been For but the smallest moment e'en Nature's most beauteous flower, Till gathered by my love, and pressed, When weary, 'gainst her gentle breast, For e'en, for e'en One quarter of an hour!
"Alas! alas! the maid drew nigh, The violet failed to meet her eye, She crushed the violet sweet. It sank and died, yet murmured not: "And if I die, oh, happy lot, For her I die, And at her very feet!"
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Walking Bell

Consistent with the original work, this page also contains an unrelated untitled couplet.
THE WALKING BELL.
A child refused to go betimes To church like other people; He roamed abroad, when rang the chimes On Sundays from the steeple.
His mother said: "Loud rings the bell, Its voice ne'er think of scorning; Unless thou wilt behave thee well, 'Twill fetch thee without warning."
The child then thought: "High over head The bell is safe suspended—" So to the fields he straightway sped As if 'twas school-time ended.
​The bell now ceased as bell to ring, Roused by the mother's twaddle; But soon ensued a dreadful thing!— The bell begins to waddle.
It waddles fast, though strange it seem; The child, with trembling wonder. Runs off, and flies, as in a dream; The bell would draw him under.
He finds the proper time at last, And straightway nimbly rushes To church, to chapel, hastening fast Through pastures, plains, and bushes.
Each Sunday and each feast as well, His late disaster heeds he; The moment that he hears the bell, No other summons needs he.
Poets' art is ever able To endow with truth mere fable.
# The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Way to Behave

THE WAY TO BEHAVE.
Though tempers are bad, and peevish folks swear, Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, ne'er; And let not the fancies of women so fair E'er serve thy pleasure in life to impair.
# The Truth About The Railroads

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE RAILROADS
BY
HOWARD ELLIOTT
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY HOWARD ELLIOTT
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published November 1913
PUBLISHERS’ NOTE
The several chapters of this book were first written as addresses to be delivered on various occasions and in various places. The publishers asked Mr. Elliott's permission to make a book out of them, believing that such a volume would be useful in the consideration of the railroad situation in the United States. In the preparation of the addresses for publication references to particular times and places have been for the most part omitted, but in some instances these have been retained because they are applicable to general conditions existing to-day all the country over.
4 Park Street, Boston, October 15, 1913. ​
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 11/From William King to Jonathan Swift - 3

ARCHBISHOP KING TO DR. SWIFT.
THE business of the twentieth parts and first-fruits is still on the anvil. We are given to understand, that her majesty designs, out of her royal bounty, to make a grant of them for charitable uses, and that it is designed this grant should come over with his excellency the lord lieutenant. The bishops in this town at present thought it reasonable to apprise his excellency of the affair, and to address him for his favour in it, which accordingly is done by this post. We have sent with this address the representation made at first to her majesty about it; the reference to the commissioners of the revenue here, and their report, together with the memorial to the lord Pembroke. In that there is mention of the state of the diocese of Dublin, as a specimen of the ​condition of the clergy of Ireland, by which it will appear how much we stand in need of such a gift. This we could not well send to his excellency, because it is very long, and we apprehend, that it might be improper to give him so much trouble at first, before he was any way apprised of the matter; but if you think, that his excellency may judge it agreeable, that it should be laid before him, I entreat the favour of you to apply to my lord Pembroke's secretary, with whom it is, for the original, or a copy of it, and present it to my lord lieutenant, or leave it with his secretary. I have engaged for you to my brethren, that you will be at this trouble: and there is a memorial to this purpose, at the foot of the copy of the representation made to the earl of Pembroke, transmitted with the other papers. What charges you are at upon this account, will be answered by me.
The good impression you have given me of Mr. Addison, my lord lieutenant's secretary, has encouraged me to venture a letter to him on this subject, which I have enclosed, and make you the full and sole judge, whether it ought to be delivered. I can't be competently informed by any here, whether it may be pertinent or no; but I may and do depend on your prudence in the case, who, I believe, will neither omit what may be useful, nor suffer me to do an officious or improper thing. I mix no other matter with this, beside what agrees with all occasions, the tender of the hearty prayers and wishes for you of,
Sir, your, &c.
WILL. DUBLIN.
​ The reversal of my lord Slane's outlawry makes a mighty noise through this kingdom: for aught I can remember, the destroying of our woollen manufactory did not cause so universal a consternation.