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# A Short History of Social Life in England/Index

​INDEX
A
Agriculture, 34, 82, 106, 158, 302, 362, 364
Architecture, 69, 124
B
Beds, 65, 120, 172, 187, 188
Black Death. See Epidemics
Briton (ancient), 10, 11, 16, 18, 28
Burial, 3, 7, 26, 44, 247
C
Cards, 183, 220, 277, 317
Castles, 64, 76, 110
Celt, 8, 48
Children, 40, 70, 153, 155–157, 198–200, 241, 242, 257, 278, 327–331. 361, 371–374
Church, 49, 54, 67, 68, 91, 123–133, 149, 203, 217, 286, 297, 379
Clothes, 2, 5
Coach, 130, 188, 201, 229, 259, 269, 287, 288, 345
D
Dance, 183, 292, 340
Danes, 57, 58, 61, 64, 72, 73
Democracy. See Working class
Dissenters, 203–206, 300–302, 379, 380
Dress, 3, 5, 12, 16, 18, 23, 43, 67, 88, 89, 90, 118, 119, 137–140, 175–178, 192, 207, 208, 224, 248, 260–263, 300. 304, 305, 310, 314. 331–333. 340, 366
Drinks, 11, 36, 37, 67, 166, 230–233, 238, 270, 271, 292, 317, 354. 380
E
Electricity, 389, 390
Epidemics, 105, 225, 246, 280
F
Fairs, 84, 159
Feudal system, 63
Food, 2, 11, 23, 24, 36, 38, 66, 77, 78, 79, 80, 112, 113, 114, 141, 193, 218, 252, 253, 254, 290–1, 343
Free trade, 364
​G
Games, 43, 94, 96, 209, 210, 221, 223, 277, 278, 292, 343, 387
Gardens, 55, 115–117, 158, 167–171, 205, 237, 289
Gas. 335
H
Hair, 12, 18, 32, 39, 44, 67, 89, 117, 138, 175, 209, 223, 262, 311, 333
Hawks, 50, 91, 92, 183
Houses, 2, 4, 10, 11, 21, 35, 65, 76, 81, 110, 111, 112, 166, 167, 172, 205, 269, 289, 367
M
Manners, 80, 81, 112, 192, 219, 236, 259, 263, 264, 292, 293, 354
Marriage, 37, 52, 195–198, 321, 341
Matches, 336
Medical, 56, 99, 100–104, 146, 147, 226, 227, 228, 247, 279, 281, 325, 378
Methodists. See Dissenters
Middle classes, 110, 164, 165, 241, 316, 319, 342–3, 350
Monastery, 54, 55, 59, 70, 150, 152
N
Names, 16, 52
Neolithic, 3–8, 9
Newspapers, 215, 230, 257, 258, 285, 365
Norman, 57, 62, 64, 68, 70, 72, 73, 76, 124
P
Palaeolithic, 2
Parliament, 64
Photography, 367
Plays, 133, 183–185, 209, 319
Post, 201, 259, 355, 356
Punishments, 53, 96, 97, 142, 182, 217, 272, 273–275, 331, 347, 375
Puritans, 192–214, 2l6, 303
R
Railways. See Steam
Receipts, 24, 56, 101, 103, 104, 114, 146, 193, 227, 233
Religion, 26, 27, 44, 48–60, 68
Roads, 19, 28, 76, 128, 159, 229, 284, 285, 288
Romans, 15–30, 49
S
Saxon, 31–46, 48, 57, 64, 67, 70, 72, 73
Schools, 55, 126, 152, 154, 155, 241, 328–331, 370–376, 384–5
Servants, 120, 180, 293, 294, 295, 296
Shoes, 23, 43, 88, 118, 138
Small-pox. See Epidemics
Spinning, 5, 158, 305
Spirits, 82, 270
Sport, 2, 26, 42, 92–94, 144, 145, 182, 209, 220, 222, 236, 286, 303, 318, 381
Steam, 324, 327, 344–346, 357
​T
Taxation, 28, 64, 363
Trade, 9, 28, 82, 83, 85, 131, 163, 164, 165, 240, 252, 264, 306. 309, 313, 360, 362
U
Umbrella, 316
University, 85, 155, 241, 384
V
Vikings, 57, 61, 62, 163
W
Weapons, 2, 4, 8, 13, 16
Wesleyans. See Dissenters
Women, 19, 39, 93, 106, 131, 132, 139. 158. 159. 181, 194, 208, 211, 213, 214, 244, 245, 259, 290, 292, 320, 341, 377
Working class, 82, 90, 106, 107, 108, 142, 143, 153, 158, 165, 179, 276, 302, 304, 306, 344, 346, 348, 351, 361, 370, 386
# A Short History of Wales

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book was aimed to provide an introduction to Welsh history, to those who may not have previously dealt with the subject.
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INTRODUCTION
This little book is meant for those who have never read any Welsh history before. It is not taken for granted that the reader knowseither Latin or Welsh.
A fuller outline may be read in The Story of Wales, in the "Story of the Nations" series; and a still fuller one in The Welsh People of Rhys and Brynmor Jones. Of fairly small and cheap books in various periods I may mention Rhys' Celtic Britain, Owen Rhoscomyl's Flame Bearers of Welsh History, Henry Owen's Gerald the Welshman, Bradley'sOwen Glendower, Newell's Welsh Church, and Rees' Protestant Non-conformity in Wales. More elaborate and expensive books are Seebohm's Village Community and Tribal System in Wales, Clark'sMedieval Military Architecture, Morris' Welsh Wars of Edward I., ​Southall's Wales and Her Language. In writing local history, A. N.Palmer's History of Wrexham and companion volumes are models.
If you turn to a library, you will find much information about Wales in Social England, the Dictionary of National Biography, the publications of the Cymmrodorion and other societies. You will find articles of great value and interest over the names of F. H. Haverfield, J. W. Willis-Bund, Egerton Phillimore, the Honourable Mrs Bulkeley Owen (Gwenrhian Gwynedd), Henry Owen, the late David Lewis,T. F. Tout, J. E. Lloyd, D. Lleufer Thomas, W. Llywelyn Williams, J.Arthur Price, J. H. Davies, J. Ballinger, Edward Owen, Hubert Hall,Hugh Williams, R. A. Roberts, A. W. Wade-Evans, E. A. Lewis. These are only a few out of the many who are now working in the rich and unexplored field of Welsh history. I put down the names only of those I had to consult in writing a small book like this.
​The sources are mostly in Latin or Welsh. Many volumes of chronicles, charters, and historical poems have been published by the Government, by the Corporation of Cardiff, by J. Gwenogvryn Evans, by H. de Grey Birch, and others. But, so far, we have not had the interesting chronicles and poems translated into English as they ought to be, and published in well edited, not too expensive volumes.
Owen Edwards
Lincoln College, Oxford.
LIST OF MAPS :
| | SECTION FROM HOLYHEAD TO CARDIFF | facing p. 1 |
| I. | WALES OF THE PRINCES | following p. 139 |
| II. | RELIGION AND EDUCATION | "" |
| III. | THE SHIRES | "" |
| IV. | INDUSTRIES | "" |
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# Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Patrick C Tremblay

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United States Supreme Court
223 U.S. 185
Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Patrick C Tremblay
Argued: and submitted January 26, 1912. --- Decided: February 19, 1912
Mr. Ralph W. Crockett for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 185-187 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Henry W. Oakes and William Frye White for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from page 187 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Chief Justice White delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Moses

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United States Supreme Court
287 U.S. 530
Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Moses
Argued: Dec. 8, 1932. --- Decided: Jan 9, 1933
Messrs. Charles W. Arth and Leonard J. Ganse, both of Washington, D.C., for petitioners.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 531-532 intentionally omitted]
Mr. H. Clay Espey, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 533-535 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Aetna Life Insurance Company v. France (94 U.S. 561)

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United States Supreme Court
94 U.S. 561
Aetna Life Insurance Company v. France
ERROR to the Circuit Court of the United States for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
The facts are stated in the opinion of the court.
Mr. Samuel C. Perkins for the plaintiff in error.
Mr. Nathan H. Sharpless, contra.
MR. JUSTICE BRADLEY delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Moore

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United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 543
Aetna Life Insurance Company v. Moore
Argued: November 3, 1913. --- Decided: December 22, 1913
Messrs. A. L. Miller, M. D. Jones, George S. Jones, Walter Defore, Wallace Miller and Charles H. Hall Jr. for petitioner.
Messrs. Minter Wimberly, Jesse Harris, and Alexander Akerman for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 544-547 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Auxiliary Cruiser

THE AUXILIARY CRUISER
[H.M. Auxiliary Cruiser ——— has been lost at sea with all hands. It is presumed that she struck a mine during the gale on the night of the 12th inst. The relatives have been informed.—Admiralty Official.]
THE day closed in a wrath of cloud. The gale— Like a fierce beast that shuns the light of day, Skulking within the jungle till his prey Steals forth at dusk to water at the well,— Now leapt upon her, howling. Steep and swift, The black sea boiled about her sky-flung bows, And in the shrouds, the winds in mad carouse Screamed: and in the sky's pall was no rift.
And it was cold. Oh, bitter cold it was, The wind-whipped spray-drops froze before they fell And tinkled on the iron decks like hail; And every rope and block was cased in glass. And ever wild and wilder grew the night. Great seas lunged at her, bellowing in wrath, Contemptuous, to sweep her from their path. And not in all that waste one friendly light.
Alone, spray-blinded, through the clamorous murk, By skill and courage besting the hungry sea, Mocking the tempest's fury, staggered she. The storm is foiled: now for the Devil's work! The swinging bows crash down into the trough, And with a sudden flame the sea is riven, And a dull roar outroars the tempest even. Her engine's pulse is stilled. It is enough.
​Oh, have you ever seen a foundered horse— His great heart broken by a task too great For his endurance, but unbroken yet His spirit—striving to complete his course? Falling at last, eyes glazed and nostrils wide, And have not ached with pity? Pity now A brave ship shattered by a coward blow That once had spurned the waters in her pride.
And can you picture—you who dwell secure In sheltered houses, warm and filled with light,— The loneliness and terror of that fight In shrieking darkness? Feel with them (the sure Foundation of their very world destroyed), The sluggish lifting of the lifeless hull, Wallowing ever deeper till, with a dull Half-sob she plunges and the seas are void.
Yet—Oh be sure, they did not pass alone Into the darkness all uncomforted; For round them hovered England's mighty Dead To greet them: and a pale poop lanthorn shone Lighting them homeward, and a voice rang clear— As when he cheered his own devoted band— "Heaven's as near by sea as by the land," Sir Humphrey Gilbert hailed them: "Be of cheer!"
N. M. F. Corbett
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Bugler

THE BUGLER
GOD dreamed a man; Then, having firmly shut Life, like a precious metal in his fist, Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did begin Our various divinity and sin— For some to ploughshares did the metal twist, And others—dreaming Empires—straightway cut Crowns for their aching foreheads. Others beat Long nails and heavy hammers for the feet Of their forgotten Lord. (Who dare to boast That he is guiltless?) Others coined it: most Did with it—simply nothing. (Here again Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remain Metal unmarred, to each man more or less, Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness. For me, I do but bear within my hand (For sake of Him, our Lord, now long forsaken) A simple bugle such as may awaken With one high morning note a drowsing man: That wheresoe'er within my motherland The sound may come, 'twill echo far and wide, Like pipes of battle calling up a clan, Trumpeting men through beauty to God's side.
F. W. Harvey
[Written in a German prison camp.]
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Call

THE CALL
HARK! 'Tis the rush of the horses, The crash of the galloping gun! The stars are out of their courses; The hour of Doom has begun. Leap from thy scabbard, O sword! This is the Day of the Lord!
Prate not of peace any longer, Laughter and idlesse and ease! Up, every man that is stronger! Leave but the priest on his knees! Quick, every hand to the hilt! Who striketh not—his the guilt!
Call not each man on his brother! Cry not to Heaven to save! Thou art the man—not another— Thou, to off glove and out glaive! Fight ye who ne'er fought before! Fight ye old fighters the more!
​Oh, but the thrill and the splendour, The sudden new knowledge—I can! To fawn on no hireling defender, But fight one's own fight as a man! On woman's love won we set store; To win one's own manhood is more.
Who hath a soul that will glow not, Set face to face with the foe? "Is life worth living?"—I know not: Death is worth dying, I know. Aye, I would gamble with Hell, And—losing such stakes—say, 'Tis well!
F. W. Bourdillon
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Telling the Bees

TELLING THE BEES
(An Old Gloucestershire Superstition)
THEY dug no grave for our soldier lad, who fought and who died out there: Bugle and drum for him were dumb, and the padre said no prayer; The passing bell gave never a peal to warn that a soul was fled, And we laid him not in the quiet spot where cluster his kin that are dead.
But I hear a foot on the pathway, above the low hum of the hive, That at edge of dark, with the song of the lark, tells that the world is alive: The master starts on his errand, his tread is heavy and slow, Yet he cannot choose but tell the news—the bees have a right to know.
​Bound by the ties of a happier day, they are one with us now in our worst; On the very morn that my boy was born they were told the tidings the first: With what pride they will hear of the end he made, and the ordeal that he trod— Of the scream of shell, and the venom of hell, and the flame of the sword of God.
Wise little heralds, tell of my boy; in your golden tabard coats Tell the bank where he slept, and the stream he leapt, where the spangled lily floats: The tree he climbed shall lift her head, and the torrent he swam shall thrill, And the tempest that bore his shouts before shall cry his message still.
G. E. Rees
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Battle of the Bight

THE BATTLE OF THE BIGHT
HAD I that fabled herb Which brought to life the dead, Whom would I dare disturb In his eternal bed? Great Grenville would I wake, And with glad tidings make The soul of mighty Drake Upheave a glorying head.
As rose the misty sun, Our men the North Sea scanned, And each rejoicing gun Welcomed a foe at hand, Eager, with thunderous throat, To sound, for all afloat, The world-awakening note The world can understand.
For ev'n as birds of night, Hoary and tawny owl, Do sometimes brave the light, Like bolder, nobler fowl, So did the foe that day Come venturing forth for prey, Where, on the ocean way, Our ocean watchdogs prowl.
But brief and plain, 'mid men Not born to yield or flee, Our cannon spoke out then The speech that keeps us free, And battered, with hoarse boom, Four warships to their doom, While one, to a fiercer tomb, Fled blazing down the sea.
​Sleep on, O Drake, sleep well, In days not wholly dire! Grenville, whom nought could quell, Unquenched is still thy fire. And thou that hadst no peer, Nelson, thou need'st not fear! Thy sons and heirs are here, And shall not shame their sire.
William Watson
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Army of the Dead

THE ARMY OF THE DEAD
I DREAMED that overhead I saw in twilight grey The Army of the Dead Marching upon its way, So still and passionless, With faces so serene, That scarcely could one guess Such men in war had been.
No mark of hurt they bore, Nor smoke, nor bloody stain; Nor suffered any more Famine, fatigue, or pain; Nor any lust of hate Now lingered in their eyes— Who have fulfilled their fate, Have lost all enmities.
A new and greater pride So quenched the pride of race That foes marched side by side Who once fought face to face. That ghostly army's plan Knows but one race, one rod— All nations there are Man, And the one King is God.
No longer on their ears The bugle's summons falls; Beyond these jangled spheres The Archangel's trumpet calls; And by that trumpet led Far up the exalted sky The Army of the Dead Goes by, and still goes by— Look upward, standing mute; Salute.
Barry Pain
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Call to Arms in our Street

WOMEN AND THE WAR
THE CALL TO ARMS IN OUR STREET
THERE'S a woman sobs her heart out, With her head against the door, For the man that's called to leave her, —God have pity on the poor! But it's beat, drums, beat, While the lads march down the street, And it's blow, trumpets, blow, Keep your tears until they go.
There's a crowd of little children Who march along and shout, For it's fine to play at soldiers Now their fathers are called out. So it's beat, drums, beat; But who'll find them food to eat? And it's blow, trumpets, blow, Ah! the children little know.
There's a mother who stands watching For the last look of her son, A worn poor widow woman, And he her only one. But its beat, drums, beat, Though God knows when we shall meet; And it's blow, trumpets, blow: We must smile and cheer them so.
​There's a young girl who stands laughing, For she thinks a war is grand, And it's fine to see the lads pass, And it's fine to hear the band. So it's beat, drums, beat, To the fall of many feet; And it's blow, trumpets, blow, God go with you where you go!
Winifred M. Letts
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Anxious Dead

THE ANXIOUS DEAD
O GUNS, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight in time of bitter fear And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
O flashing muzzles, pause and let them see The coming dawn that streaks the day afar: Then let your mighty chorus witness be To them, and Cæsar, that we still make war.
​Tell them, O guns, that we have heard their call, That we have sworn, and will not turn aside, That we will onward, till we win or fall, That we will keep the faith for which they died.
Bid them be patient, and some day, anon, They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep, Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn, And in content may turn them to their sleep.
John McCrae
# All These Things Added/Part 2

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PART II
The Heavenly Life
# All These Things Added/Part 1/The Soul's Great Need

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THE SOUL’S GREAT NEED
I sought the world, but Peace was not there; I courted learning, but Truth was not revealed; I sojourned with philosophy, but my heart was sore with vanity. And I cried, Where is Peace to be found! And where is the hiding place of truth!
Filius Lucis.
EVERY human soul is in need. The expression of that need varies with individuals, but there is not one soul that does not feel it in some degree. It is a spiritual and causal need which takes the form, in souls of a particular development, of a deep and inexpressible hunger which the outward things of life, however abundantly they may be possessed, can never satisfy. Yet the majority, imperfect in knowledge and misled by appearances, seek to satisfy this hunger by striving for material possessions, believing that these will satisfy their need, and bring them peace.
Every soul, consciously or unconsciously, hungers for righteousness, and every soul ​seeks to gratify that hunger in its own particular way, and in accordance with its own particular state of knowledge. The hunger is one, and the righteousness is one, but the pathways by which righteousness is sought are many. They who seek consciously are blessed, and shall shortly find that final and permanent satisfaction of soul which righteousness alone can give, for they have come into a knowledge of the true path. They who seek unconsciously, although for a time they may bathe in a sea of pleasure, are not blest; for they are carving out for themselves pathways of suffering over which they must walk with torn and wounded feet, and their hunger will increase, and the soul will cry out for its lost heritage—the eternal heritage of righteousness.
Not in any of the three worlds can the soul find lasting satisfaction, apart from the realization of righteousness, Bodied or disembodied, it is ceaselessly driven on by the discipline of suffering, until at last, in its extremity, it flies to its only refuge—the ​refuge of righteousness—and finds the joy, satisfaction, and peace which it had so long and so vainly sought.
The great need of the soul, then, is the need of this permanent principle, called righteousness, on which it may stand securely and restfully amid the tempest of earthly existence, bewildered no more, whereon it may build the mansion of a beautiful, peaceful, and perfect life.
It is the realization of this principle where the Kingdom of Heaven, the abiding home of the soul, resides, and this is the source and storehouse of every permanent blessing. Finding it, all is found; not finding it, all is lost. It is an attitude of mind, a state of consciousness, an ineffable knowledge, in which the struggle for existence ceases and the soul finds itself at rest in the midst of plenty, where its great need, yea, its every need, is satisfied, without strife and without fear. Blessed are they who earnestly and intelligently seek, for it is impossible that such should seek in vain.