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# The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems (Markham, Pyle, 1900)/Wail of the Wandering Dead

Wail of the Wandering Dead
Death, too, is a chimera and betrays, And yet they promised we should enter rest; Death is as empty as the cup of days, And bitter milk is in her wintry breast.
There is no worth in any world to come, Nor any in the world we left behind; And what remains of all our masterdom?— Only a cry out of the crumbling mind.
We played all comers at the old Gray Inn, But played the King of Players to our cost. ​We played Him fair and had no chance to win: The dice of God were loaded and we lost.
We wander, wander, and the nights come down With starless darkness and the rush of rains; We drift as phantoms by the songless town, We drift as litter on the windy lanes.
Hope is the fading vision of the heart, A mocking spirit throwing up wild hands. She led us on with music at the start, To leave us at dead fountains in the sands.
Now all our days are but a cry for sleep, For we are weary of the petty strife. Is there not somewhere in the endless deep A place where we can lose the feel of life?
Where we can be as senseless as the dust The night wind blows about a dried-up well? Where there is no more labor, no more lust, Nor any flesh to feel the Tooth of Hell?
Our feet are ever sliding, and we seem As old and weary as the pyramids. ​Come, God of Ages, and dispel the dream, Fold the worn hands and close the sinking lids.
There is no new road for the dead to take: Wild hearts are we among the worlds astray— Wild hearts are we that cannot wholly break, But linger on though life has gone away.
We are the sons of Misery and Eld: Come, tender Death, with all your hushing wings, And let our broken spirits be dispelled— Let dead men sink into the dusk of things.
# The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems (Markham, Pyle, 1900)/Youth and Time

Youth and Time
Once, I remember, the world was young; The rills rejoiced with a silver tongue; The field-lark sat in the wheat and sang; The thrush's shout in the woodland rang; The cliffs and the perilous sands afar Were softened to mist by the morning star; For Youth was with me (I know it now!), And a light shone out from his wreathèd brow. He turned the fields to enchanted ground, He touched the rains with a dreamy sound.
But alas, he vanished, and Time appeared, The Spirit of Ages, old and weird. He crushed and scattered my beamy wings; He dragged me forth from the court of kings; He gave me doubt and a bloom of beard, This Spirit of Ages, old and weird. ​The wonder went from the field of corn, The glory died on the craggy horn; And suddenly all was strange and gray, And the rocks came out on the trodden way.
I hear no more the wild thrush sing: He is silent now on the peach aswing. Something is gone from the house of mirth— Something is gone from the hills of Earth. Time hurries me on with a wizard hand; He turns the Earth to a homeless land; He stays my life with a stingy breath, And darkens its depths with foreknowledge of death; Calls memories back on their path apace; Sends desperate thoughts to the soul's dim place.
Time murders our youth with his sorrow and sin, And pushes us on to the windowless inn.
# The Man with the Twisted Lip

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* "The Man with the Twisted Lip", as originally published in The Strand Magazine (1891)
* "The Man with the Twisted Lip", as collected in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892)
# The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems (Markham, Pyle, 1900)/To High-born Poets

To High-born Poets
There comes a pitiless cry from the oppressed— A cry from the toilers of Babylon for their rest.— O Poet, thou art holden with a vow: The light of higher worlds is on thy brow, And Freedom's star is soaring in thy breast. Go, be a dauntless voice, a bugle-cry In darkening battle when the winds are high— A clear sane cry wherein the God is heard To speak to men the one redeeming word. No peace for thee, no peace, Till blind oppression cease; The stones cry from the walls, Till the gray injustice falls— Till strong men come to build in freedom-fate The pillars of the new Fraternal State. ​Let trifling pipe be mute, Fling by the languid lute: Take down the trumpet and confront the Hour, And speak to toil-worn nations from a tower— Take down the horn wherein the thunders sleep, Blow battles into men—call down the fire— The daring, the long purpose, the desire; Descend with faith into the Human Deep, And ringing to the troops of right a cheer, Make known the Truth of Man in holy fear; Send forth thy spirit in a storm of song, A tempest flinging fire upon the wrong.
# The Man Who Understood Women and Other Stories

E. P. Dutton and Co., New York, 1919. "The First American edition, with Introduction by W. J. Locke, limited to 1550 copies (of which only 1500 were for sale) published September 1919. Third American Edition, October 1919." c. 1911, 1919. Many or all of the stories were first published in various magazines, such as The English Illustrated, Metropolitan, etc.
The Works of Leonard Merrick
THE MAN WHO UNDERSTOOD WOMEN
AND OTHER STORIES
The Works of LEONARD MERRICK
NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
THE MAN WHO UNDERSTOOD WOMEN
AND OTHER STORIES
By LEONARD MERRICK
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY W. J. LOCKE
NEW YORK E P. DUTTON AND COMPANY 681 FIFTH AVENUE
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY MITCHELL KENNERLEY
COPYRIGHT, 1919,
BY E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
All Rights Reserved
The First American Definitive Edition, with Introduction by
W. J. Locke, limited to 1550 copies
(of which only 1500 were for sale)
Published September, 1919
Second American Edition, October, 1919
Third {{{1}}}„ {{{1}}}„ October, 1919
Printed in the United States of America

### CONTENTS

* Introduction *
* I
* THE MAN WHO UNDERSTOOD WOMEN 1
* II
* A VERY GOOD THING FOR THE GIRL 18
* III
* THE WOMAN WHO WISHED TO DIE 35
* IV
* FRANKENSTEIN II 50
* V
* THE TALE THAT WOULDN'T DO 68
* VI
* THE LAURELS AND THE LADY 81
* VII
* THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN 160
* VIII
* A LETTER TO THE DUCHESS 180
* IX
* THE PRINCE IN THE FAIRY TALE 200
* X
* WITH INTENT TO DEFRAUD 224
* XI
* DEAD VIOLETS 239
* XII
* THE FAVOURITE PLOT 259
* XIII
* TIME, THE HUMORIST 277
* XIV
* THE BACK OF BOHEMIA 293
* XV
* THE LADY OF LYONS' 313
* XVI
* THE THIRD M 326
* XVII
* THE BISHOP'S COMEDY 344
* XVIII
* A REVERIE 364
* XIX
* THE RECONCILIATION 368
* XX
* THE CALL FROM THE PAST 383
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# The Lane that had No Turning/The Lane that had No Turning

pp. 1–88
THE LANE THAT HAD NO
TURNING
* Chapter I 1
* Chapter II 13
* Chapter III 23
* Chapter IV 34
* Chapter V 38
* Chapter VI 42
* Chapter VII 48
* Chapter VIII 58
* Chapter IX 70
* Chapter X 73
# The Last Hero

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* "The Last Hero", a poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
* "The Last Hero", a poem by George William Russell (as A. E.)
# The Last Leaf

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* The Last Leaf, a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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# The Last Leaf (Holmes)

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I saw him once before, As he passed by the door,  And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground  With his cane.
They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time  Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round  Through the town.
But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets  Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,  "They are gone."
The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest  In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year  On the tomb.
My grandmamma has said -- Poor old lady, she is dead  Long ago -- That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose  In the snow;
But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin  Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack  In his laugh.
I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin  At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that,  Are so queer!
And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree  In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough  Where I cling.
# The Last Giustianini

O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name Could weary one with saying! Once again Laying against my brow your lips' soft flame, Join with me, Sweetest, in love's new refrain, Since the whole music of my late-found life Is that we call each other "husband -- wife."
And yet, stand back, and let your cloth of gold Straighten its sumptuous lines from waist to knee, And, flowing firmly outward, fold on fold, Invest your slim young form with majesty As when, in those calm bridal robes arrayed, You stood beside me, and I was afraid.
I was afraid -- O sweetness, whiteness, youth, Best gift of God, I feared you! I, indeed, For whom all womanhood has been, forsooth, Summed up in the sole Virgin of the Creed, I thought that day our Lady's self stood there And bound herself to me with vow and prayer.
Ah, yes, that day. I sat, remember well, Half-crook'd above a missal, and laid in The gold-leaf slowly; silence in my cell; The picture, Satan tempting Christ to sin Upon the mount's blue, pointed pinnacle, The world outspread beneath as fair as hell --
When suddenly they summoned me. I stood Abashed before the Abbot, who reclined Full-bellied in his chair beneath the rood, And roseate with having lately dined; And then -- I standing there abashed -- he said: "The house of Giustiniani all lie dead."
It scarcely seemed to touch me (I had led A grated life so long) that oversea My kinsmen in their knighthood should lie dead, Nor that this sudden death should set me free, Me, the last Giustiniani -- well, what then? A monk! -- The Giustiniani had been men.
So when the Abbot said: "The state decrees That you, the latest scion of the house Which died in vain for Venice overseas, Should be exempted from your sacred vows, And straightway, when you leave this cloistered place, Take wife, and add new honors to the race,"
I hardly heard him -- would have crept again To the warped missal -- but he snatched a sword And girded me, and all the heart of men Rushed through me, as he laughed and hailed me lord, And, with my hand upon the hilt, I cried, "Viva San Marco!" like my kin who died.
But, straightway, when, a new-made knight, I stood Beneath the bridal arch, and saw you come, A certain monkish warping of the blood Ran up and struck the man's heart in me dumb; I breathed an Ave to our Lady's grace, And did not dare to look upon your face.
And when we swept the waters side by side, With timbrelled gladness clashing on the air, I trembled at your image in the tide, And warded off the devil with a prayer, Still seeming in a golden dream to move Through fiendish labyrinths of forbidden love.
But when they left us, and we stood alone, I, the last Giustiniani, face to face With your unvisioned beauty, made my own In this, the last strange bridal of our race, And, looking up at last to meet your eyes, Saw in their depths the star of love arise,
Ah, then the monk's garb shrivelled from my heart, And left me man to face your womanhood. Without a prayer to keep our lips apart I turned about and kissed you where you stood, And gathering all the gladness of my life Into a new-found word, I called you "wife!"
# The Last Laugh

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'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain! Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut! And the Big Gun guffawed.
Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!' Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead. And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud Leisurely gestured,-Fool! And the splinters spat, and tittered.
'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood, Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud. And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned; Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned; And the Gas hissed.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Revet

Edward Revet.
The Author of a Play, published 1671. called,
The Town Shifts; or, The Suburbs Justice, a Comedy, 4 to. 1671. acted at his Royal Highness, the Duke of York’s Theatre. This is an instructive Play.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edmund Prestwich

Edmund Prestwich.
Of whom I know no more, than that ’tis said, he has writ a Play, called,
Hippolitus, a Tragedy, 8 vo. 1641. A Play, which Mr. Langbain says, he never saw; the Author’s Name is to it, who took the Plot from that of Seneca, or the Phædra of Euripides.
The Hectors, another Play, has been by some Catalogues attributed to this Author; but I cannot learn for any Reason it should be his, so you find it placed among the Anonymous Plays.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Cook

Edward Cook, Esq;
This Gentleman, only known to me by a single Play, never Acted, but Printed, (viz.)
​Love's Triumph, or The Royal Union, a Tragi-Comedy, 4to. 1678. Plot from Cassandra, Romance, Part 5, Book 4.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Eccleston

E
Edward Eccleston.
THis Author is (I suppose) still living, and has writ a Play set off with Sculptures, and several Titles to make it sell; it was first call'd,
Noah's Flood; or, The Destruction of the World, an Opera, 4to. 1679. Dedicated to the Dutchess of Monmouth; the second Title was The Cataplasm, or General Deluge of the World, 4to. 1684. and again the third time, under the Name of The Deluge, or, The Destruction of the World, 4to. 1691. The Foundation of it is from Sacred Writ.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Howard

Edward Howard, Esq;
BRother to the Right Honourable, Sir Robert Howard, and of the Noble Family of Berk-shire, 'tis to be wish'd, that his Friends cou'd either have prevail'd with him to have Publish'd none of his Poetry, or have been less severe upon him, he has Four Plays in Print, viz.
Man of New-Market, a Comedy, 4to. 1678. Acted at the Theatre Royal, but with little Applause.
Six Days Adventure, a Comedy, 4to. 1671. Acted at the Duke of York's Theatre, in Dorset-Garden. This Play met with no good Success.
The Usurper, a Tragedy, 4to. 1668. Acted at the Theatre Royal, by his Majesty's Servants.
Woman's Conquest, a Tragi-Comedy, 4to. 1677. Acted by the Duke of York's Servants, in Dorset-Garden. This Author has written Two Books of Poetry, in 8vo., One call'd, The British Princess; the other, Poems and Essays, with a Paraphrase on Cicero's Lælius; Printed 1675.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edmund Waller

Edmund Waller, Esq;
THis Gentleman was of a good Family, and Estate, the last uncommon with so good a Poet: he was belov’d by all that knew him, for his personal Merit and Affability, as well as admir’d for his Poetry. He died about Eight Years since.
​The Maid's Tragedy, 8vo. 1690. This was a Play of Fletcher's and is reviv'd with great Alterations by this our Author, and printed with his works.
Pompey the Great, a Tragedy, 4to. 1664. acted by his Highness the Duke of York's Servants. Translated from Corneille, in which the Right Honourable, the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex assisted.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Sharpham

Edward Sharpham.
A Member of the Middle-Temple, in the time of King James the First, writ and published one Play, called,
The Fleir, a Comedy, 4 to. 1615. acted in the Black-Fryars, by the Children of the Revels. Compare this with a Play of Marston’s, called, The Fawne.
# The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets/Edward Sherburn

Edward Sherburn, Esq;
THis Gentleman Translated Two of Seneca’s Tragedies, and is, for ought I know, yet living.
Medea, a Tragedy, 8 vo. 1648, with Annotations. Mr. Stanly in his Poems has writ a Vindication of this Play.
Troades; or, The Royal Captives; a Tragedy, 8 vo. 1679. These are printed together, with some Poems of the same Author.
# The Long Island Rail Road: A Comprehensive History

* Part One: South Side R.R. of L.I. (1961)
* Part Two: The Flushing, North Shore & Central Railroad (1963)
* Part Three: The Age of Expansion 1863–1880 (1966)
* Part Four: The Bay Ridge & Manhattan Beach Divisions; L.I.R.R. Operation on the Brighton and Culver Lines (1966)
* Part Five: The New York, Woodhaven & Rockaway R.R.; The New York & Rockaway Beach Railway; The New York & Long Beach R.R.; New York & Rockaway Railroad (1966)
* Part Six: The Golden Age, 1881–1900 (1975)
* Part Seven: The Age of Electrification, 1901–1916 (1984)
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# The Long Island Rail Road: A Comprehensive History, Part One: South Side R.R. of L.I.

Part One of The Long Island Rail Road: A Comprehensive History. Images included in Chapter 4. The book was copyrighted to Seyfried in 1961. Said copyright was not renewed, and so expired in 1989. Other sources have a typed slip of paper labeled "ADDENDA" included with the book.
* A recently discovered list of liens against the South Side R.R. as of September 1874 mentions two locomotives by number and name:
    #16 the "Rockaway"
    #17 the "Islip"
* The locomotive "Montauk", rebuilt after the wreck of July 1875, emerged from the shops in September 1875 as the "Glendale"
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THE
LONG ISLAND RAIL ROAD
A COMPREHENSIVE HISTORY
by
Vincent F. Seyfried
Part One
South Side R. R. of L. I.
Published by Vincent F. Seyfried 163 Pine Street Garden City, Long Island
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Copyright © 1961 by Vincent F. Seyfried All Rights Reserved Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 61–17477
A Limited Edition of 550 Copies of which this is 473
Manufactured by Salisbury Printers, Uniondale, Long Island
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# The Lost Apocrypha of the Old Testament/Ham

Ham
A Prophecy of Ham is mentioned in an obscure and unhappily defective passage of Clement of Alexandria (Stromateis, VI. vi. fin.). He is quoting the heretic Isidore, son of Basilides, and Isidore is speaking of the borrowings of Greek philosophers from Jewish Scriptures. He says: "For indeed I think that those who claim to philosophize, if they could find what is the meaning of the winged oak-tree and the embroidered mantle upon it, and all that sacred allegory that Pherecydes devised, drawing his material from the prophecy of Ham ..." (the sentence is imperfect).
This is quite cryptic as it stands, and no great amount of light is forthcoming. In the same book (ii. 9) Clement quotes Pherecydes as saying, "Zeus makes a mantle great and fair, and on it broiders Earth and Ocean and the house of Ocean," where the words for mantle and broider are those used by Isidore. And a papyrus (Grenfell and Hunt, Greek Papyri, Series II, No. 11) has given us a little more of the same passage of Pherecydes; but it does not explain the winged oak-tree.
​The best opinion that is current so far about the prophecy of Ham is that of Eisler (Weltenmantel, etc., 1910), who connects it with the literature that went under the name of Hermes Trismegistus. The writers of that school and the alchemists who came after them (we have a good many Greek alchemical writings) professed to see a connexion between the name of Ham (Cham) and their science of Chēmeia: and Chēm figured as an interlocutor in some of the written dialogues, and is mentioned under the name of "the prophet Chymes," or "Chemes." The symbolism employed in such circles is likely to have been strange and obscure: it probably conveyed in esoteric fashion their views on cosmogony.