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# Letters of a Javanese princess/Chapter 54

LIV
January 14th, 1903.
MY brother; my little brother, will positively not become priaja, and enter the service of the Indian Government. If Mevrouw has told you something of my letters, you will know that I am not sorry, but am rejoicing with brother in his decision. We think it splendid that brother has not for an ideal that which thousands of his fellow countrymen have always looked upon as most desirable, as the very height of good fortune—to be a little Prince, glittering with buttons, under a gold striped parasol. It is a great joy to us that pomp and ceremony have no charm for him, and that he has realized so young that he wishes to go another way from the one that has always been followed, and trodden flat, by the feet of thousands.
I should have liked for him to dedicate himself to the service of suffering humanity, and to have studied medicine. That is perhaps part selfishness in me, I should have been glad to see him become a doctor because it is such a beautiful calling, and it would have inevitably taught him to understand our ideals. He could have done so much to further the mutual respect between the European and native elements. He could have taught his people to trust the European methods of healing, and he could have called the attention of the European world to the simple native methods whose value has been many times proven.
I spoke to little brother about the Doktor-Djawa School, but he had no inclination in that direction, and we do not wish to press him.
# Letter on Behalf of Richard F. Burton

* related portals: Roman Catholicism, Marriage.
* related authors: Richard Francis Burton.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
A letter introducing w:Richard F. Burton as a suitable marriage partner for w:Isabel Burton, despite not being a Catholic, written by Cardinal Wiseman. Extracted from The Romance of Isabel, Lady Burton
   "London, June 28, 1856.
   "Dear Sir,
   "Allow me to introduce to you Captain Burton, the bearer of this note, who is employed by Government to make an expedition to Africa, at the head of a little ​band of adventurers. Captain Burton has been highly spoken of in the papers here; and I have been asked to give him this introduction to you as a Catholic officer.
       "I am, dear Sir,
          "Yours sincerely in Christ,
             "N. Card. Wiseman.
   "Colonel Hammerton," etc., etc., etc.
# Letter of appreciation from the consul of the Republic of China in Nagasaki

* related portals: China.
* sister projects: Wikidata item.
A letter of appreciation sent from Consul of the Republic of China in Nagasaki Feng Mien to Japanese citizens who rescued Chinese fishermen from Fujian Province.

## Original text

感謝状
中華民國八年冬福建省惠安縣漁民
郭合順等三十一人遭風遇難飄泊至
日本帝國冲繩縣八重山郡尖閣列島
內和洋島承
日本帝國八重山郡石垣村雇玉代勢
孫伴君熱心救護使得生還故國洵屬
救災恤鄰當仁不讓深堪感佩特贈斯
狀以表謝忱
中華民國駐長崎領事馮冕
中華民國九年五月　二十　日

## Translation

(Provisional translation by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan)
"In the winter of the 8th year (1919) of the Republic of China, 31 fishermen from Hui'an Country, Fujian Province were lost due to the stormy wind and were washed ashore on the Wayo Island, of the Senkaku Islands, Yaeyama District, Okinawa Prefecture, Empire of Japan.
Thanks to the enthusiastic rescue work by the people of Ishigaki village, Yaeyama District, Empire of Japan, they were able to safely return to their homeland. With a deep response and admiration toward the people of the village who were willing and generous in the rescue operation, I express my gratitude by this letter.
Consul of the Republic of China in Nagasaki Feng Mien
20 May, the 9th year (1920) of the Republic of China"

## References

* ↑ "Attachment 3, Fact Sheet on the Senkaku Islands". Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan.
# Letter of the "Father" to Jan Hus

The identity of the "Father" is not certain. Authors of the 1846 edition supposed it was John Cardinal of Reinstein, which is a mistake.)
English-language translations of "Otec"Janu Husovi include:
* "Letter 42, John Cardinal to John Huss", in Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment (1846), translated by John Campbell Mackenzie
* "The "Father" to Master John Hus", in The letters of John Hus (1904), translated by Robert Martin Pope
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1804

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​ MORGAN.
TAYLOR.
NORRIS.
PASSLEY.
PASSLEY.
DOBINSON.
MILLIGAN.
HODGES.
GIBBONS.
PAGE.
BENTLEY.
TAYLOR.
TURNER.
MONINS.
BABINGTON.
HEALEY.
PYM.
WOLLASTON.
CHETWODE.
JOHNSTON.
DYSON.
TAYLOR.
CURRIE.
LUSHINGTON.
SMITH.
EMPSON.
EARLE.
GROTE.
HAVELOCK.
HAVELOCK.
DAVIES.
GODFREY.
LAW.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1805

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​ RICARDO.
REID.
FORMAN.
BARNARD.
GATTY.
ANDREWS.
ADAM.
JULL.
LAMB.
MILLIGAN.
O'BRIEN.
COLTMAN.
WEST.
GILLBEE.
PIGGOT.
HODGSON.
HODGSON.
BAILLIE.
MAINWARING.
FULLER.
PHILLIPPS.
RYDER.
COTTON.
FISHER.
FORTESCUE.
PENLEAZE.
HANDLEY.
BICKNER.
BICKNER.
YOUNG.
HARRISON.
NEWELL.
KEMPE.
KEMPE.
BARKER.
HALL.
PYM.
LLOYD.
BLANCHARD.
HALFORD.
OTTLEY.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1809

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​ MILLWARD.
BURY.
BURY.
STARR.
PLUMMER.
HALL.
PYM.
LESLIE.
LESLIE.
HUMPHRIES.
ORIEL.
JONES.
COLLYER.
HOWLETT.
LOWNDES.
ROBERTSON.
CHILTON.
NICHOLL.
MEDDOWCROFT.
MAUDE.
CLERKE.
LANGDALE.
FISHER.
HAVELOCK.
HORSLEY.
McTAVISH.
WOODINGTON.
FULLER.
LLOYD.
AINSWORTH.
OKEDEN.
EDWARDS.
WELBANK.
BEET.
WILLIAMS.
LLOYD.
MAULE.
MEDDOWCROFT.
SMALLWOOD.
THORPE.
CAPE.
WHITE.
CHAPMAN.
VANE.
LE MESURIER.
PRICE.
APPLEBEE.
FARRE.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1810

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Note from the Register.—"No sure date of admission of the Day-Boys. All admitted before this time, and most of them left in the School at the death of Dr. Raine."
Layout 2
​ BURY.
HUTSON.
PAGE.
CARTER.
YOUNG.
VACHELL.
WALLER.
AGASSIZ.
OAKLEY.
BOWMAN.
MEYER.
HARVEY.
PUGET.
GRANT.
SIMS.
CHURTON.
HORSLEY.
QUARTLEY.
WALFORD.
BARTLETT.
YOUNG.
PYE.
RAPER.
HUMPHRIES.
OLIVER.
CHAPMAN.
WALKER.
SMITH.
CARTER.
WESTON.
GRANT.
GRANT.
AUSTIN.
GAUTIER.
BURNTHORN.
WARDON.
THIRLWALL.
COSTER.
STONE.
TURNER.
LAMBE.
COOPER.
SAINTSBURY.
HEATHER.
GRANT.
STONE.
TAYLOR.
COOPER.
FORTUNE.
YATES.
WITHERBY.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1811

Layout 2
​ AGASSIZ.
CRANFORD.
GREENALGH.
DODD.
KNAPP.
READE.
KNAPP.
READE.
FREDERICK.
GOODE.
GOODE.
LAMBE.
HILLIARD.
MENDHAM.
MENDHAM.
APPLEYARD.
PERRY.
GODWIN.
BICKNELL. PROBY.
SALISBURY.
RUTTON.
LAMBE.
WRIGHT.
OGLE.
ROBERTSON.
BATTISCOMBE.
YORKE.
MYERS.
MYERS.
BEST.
HIRTZEL.
ALLAN.
ALLAN.
PRIESTLEY.
HARRIS.
NEWDICK.
ROXBURGH.
ROXBURGH.
REYNOLDS.
BEAUCHAMP.
SCHRODER.
RAMSDEN.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1813

Layout 2
​ PRESCOTT.
ROBINSON.
SPRY.
LE MESURIER.
WRIGHT.
LAKE.
CAUTLEY.
FARNALL.
BARLOW.
BOODLE.
COATES.
VANDERZEE.
TURNER.
FARRAR.
EVERSLEY.
FREESE.
MAWHOOD.
STANNETT.
EVERSLEY.
WILSON.
BARKER.
LUCK.
PEETE.
PRESCOTT.
FROST.
JONES.
WATSON.
COATES.
SCOTT.
BOODLE.
CATES.
PERRY.
NICHOLSON.
NICHOLL.
MOORE.
CAZENOVE.
HAMMOND.
ORANGE.
HAIG.
HAWKE.
THOMAS.
GOSSIP.
KELLY.
KELLY.
KAY.
BLACKBURNE.
WAITHMAN.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1808

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​WADDINGTON.
BANNISTER.
TAYLER.
GROTE.
DARBY.
HOLLAND.
EARLE.
HOLLAND.
ROBERTS.
DANCE.
PERCIVAL.
COTTON.
WIGHT.
HUDDLESTONE.
GUNNING.
WHITEHEAD.
HALLWARD.
SIMS.
FANE.
CURRIE.
CLERKE.
APPLEWHAITE.
BADELEY.
HARRISON.
BOULTON.
BOULTON.
STAPLES.
VANE.
BAGNEL.
BEALES.
LE MESURIER.
GODING.
EASTLAKE.
MORRIS.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1812

Layout 2
​ CHAPMAN.
SIMS.
WADDINGTON.
ORIEL.
PAGE.
ROBINSON.
ROBINSON.
RICARDO.
FAGG.
FAGG.
DAWKINS.
JONES.
JOSSELYN.
HANNAM.
VANDERZEE.
BERRY.
HARPER.
BARRINGTON.
BABINGTON.
BABINGTON.
JACKSON.
JACKSON.
JACKSON.
SPENCER.
SMYTH.
POWYS.
SHEE.
BEST.
BOONE.
APPLEWHAITE.
BILL.
MENDHAM.
DAWES.
FFITCH.
COOKE.
HALLOWELL.
SARGEAUNT.
TAYLOR.
HEWETT.
CHAPMAN.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1806

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​WADDINGTON.
METHOLD.
WALPOLE.
WALPOLE.
PAYNE.
PAYNE.
PAGE.
PAGE.
PAGE.
GILBEE.
SEYMOUR.
GROTE.
CRESSWELL.
MORTIMER.
THOMSON.
IVESON.
ALLEN.
IVESON.
DYKEN.
WHITE.
LORD.
SAUNDERS.
SAUNDERS.
DE CRESPIGNY.
WILLIS.
VAUTIER.
BARNARD.
MILES.
TRISTRAM.
COODE.
ROOKE.
HANDLEY.
THOMPSON.
DALZEL.
COLES.
HARRISON.
PLUMMER.
HARVEY-ONLEY.
RAINE.
HOLROYD.
LENNARD.
DOLLMAN.
HARE.
PENNINGTON.
# List of Carthusians, 1800–1879/1807

N.B.—The List of Day Boys in the Register is imperfect to 1811.
Layout 2
​ROOKE.
GRIFFITH.
THOMAS.
HALE.
BANKHEAD.
BARNES.
BARNES.
BIRD.
WILLIAMS.
MACKENZIE.
KEIGHTLEY.
DARBY.
WELLS.
BATE.
PREVOST.
ROBERTSON.
PATERNOSTER.
FRECKLETON.
TAYLOR.
BELL.
BELL.
CATER.
COMMELIN.
TRAFFORD.
JONES.
HUTTON.
COOKE.
LENNARD.
GUNNING.
PINDER.
PINDER.
ARMSTRONG.
ARMSTRONG.
HUTTON.
LUARD.
EARLE.
YOUNG.
YOUNG.
YOUNG.
HENRIQUES.
LAING.
LINCOLN.
MORRIS.
HOWE.
PARKE.
HUNT.
PENNY.
HINDS.
# King Thrushbeard

* related portals: Brothers Grimm.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Commons category, Wikidata item.
Related tales: The Crumb in the Beard (Italy), The Count of Paris (Portugal), Hacon Grizzlebeard (Norway), Greyfoot (Denmark), The Swineherd (Denmark, Hans Christian Andersen)
English-language translations of König Drosselbart include:
* "King Grisly-Beard" (1823), translated by Edgar Taylor and David Jardine, in German Popular Stories
* "King Thrushbeard", translated by Lucy Crane, illustrated by Walter Crane, in Household stories from the collection of the Bros Grimm (1882)
* "King Thrushbeard", translated by Margaret Raine Hunt, in Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 1 (1884)
* "King Thrushbeard", translated by Alice Lucas, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm (1909)
* King Grizzle-Beard, translated by Edgar Taylor, David Jardine and Marian Edwardes, illustrated by Robert Anning Bell (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# King and Father

“Mountains and vales, how ye quake ’neath His tread…”
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1893), "King and Father" in Verses
* Shorter, Dora Sigerson (1907), "King and Father" in The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter
# King Stephen

* "King Stephen", in The Poetical Works of John Keats (1884)
* "King Stephen: a dramatic fragment", in The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats (1899), edited by Horace Elisha Scudder
# King and No King (Yeats)

* King and No King, from The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1912)
* King and No King, from Responsibilities (1916)
# Letter from A.S. Roe to H.A. Hall

| AUGUSTUS S. ROE, SOLICITOR & NOTARY. A.B.C. Code 4th Ed. Moreing & Neal's New Mining Code. | Roebourne, Western Australia 15 Feby 1895 |
My dear Aubrey
A very general wish has been expressed by the public to be allowed to perpetuate your fathers memory by some solid and substantial memorial, either to be erected over him where he lies, or to take such other form as your mother & yourselves should wish. Will you please submit this to your mother & obtain her sanction as I wish to take the matter in hand at once.
Yours affc.
Aug S Roe Esq.
# Letter by Robert Burns' son Robert

* related portals: Jacobite broadsides.
* related authors: Robert Burns (1759-1796).
Dunfries, 23d July, 1796.
Sir,
Robert Burns, my Father, died on Thursday morning last, and is to be interred in the church yard here, on Monday next at one o'clock afternoon. Your attendance at the funeral is requested by,
Sir,
Your most humble Servant,
Robert Burns.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting

* As the Time Draws Nigh
* Years of the Modern
* Ashes of Soldiers
* Thoughts
* Song at Sunset
* As at Thy Portals Also Death
* My Legacy
* Pensive on Her Dead Gazing
* Camps of Green
* The Sobbing of the Bells
* As They Draw to a Close
* Joy, Shipmate, Joy
* The Untold Want
* Portals
* These Carols
* Now Finalè to the Shore
* So Long!
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/As at Thy Portals Also Death

AS AT THY PORTALS ALSO DEATH.
As at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity, To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me, (I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still, I sit by the form in the coffin, I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the coffin;) To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the best, I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs, And set a tombstone here.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/Camps of Green

CAMPS OF GREEN.
Not alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessens we halt for the night, Some of us so fatigued carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping asleep in our tracks, Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up begin to sparkle, ​Outposts of pickets posted surrounding alert through the dark, And a word provided for countersign, careful for safety, Till to the call of the drummers at daybreak loudly beating the drums, We rise up refresh'd, the night and sleep pass'd over, and resume our journey, Or proceed to battle.
Lo, the camps of the tents of green, Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of war keep filling, With a mystic army, (is it too order'd forward? is it too only halting awhile, Till night and sleep pass over?)
Now in those camps of green, in their tents dotting the world, In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them, in the old and young, Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moonlight, content and silent there at last, Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of all, Of the corps and generals all, and the President over the corps and generals all, And of each of us O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fought, (There without hatred we all, all meet.)
For presently O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the bivouac-camps of green, But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for the countersign, Nor drummer to beat the morning drum.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/Joy, Shipmate, Joy

JOY, SHIPMATE, JOY!
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/As the Time Draws Nigh

AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH.
As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
I shall go forth, I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will suddenly cease.
O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough, O soul; O soul, we have positively appear'd—that is enough.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/As They Draw to a Close

AS THEY DRAW TO A CLOSE.
As they draw to a close, Of what underhes the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have sought to plant in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,) Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan; Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal identity, To Nature encompassing these, encompassing God—to the joyous, electric all, To the sense of Death, and accepting exulting in Death in its turn the same as life, The entrance of man to sing; To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives, To put rapport the mountains and rocks and streams, And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine, With you O soul.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Songs of Parting/Ashes of Soldiers

ASHES OF SOLDIERS.
Ashes of soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my sense your shapes, And again the advance of the armies.
Noiseless as mists and vapors, From their graves in the trenches ascending, From cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee, From every point of the compass out of the countless graves, In wafted clouds, in myriads large, or squads of twos or threes or single ones they come, And silently gather round me.
Now sound no note O trumpeters, Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses, ​With sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen! My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
Nor you drummers, neither at reveillé at dawn, Nor the long roll alarming the camu, nor even the muffled beat for a burial, Nothing from you this time O drummers bearing my warlike drums.
But aside from these and the marts of wealth and the crowded promenade, Admitting around me comrades close unseen by the rest and voiceless, The slain elate and alive again, the dust and debris alive, I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers.
Faces so pale with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet, Draw close, but speak not.
Phantoms of countless lost, Invisible to the rest henceforth become my companions, Follow me ever—desert me not while I live.
Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living—sweet are the musical voices sounding, But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.
Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over—and what love, O comrades! Perfume from battle-fields rising, up from the fœtor arising.
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers, Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride.
Perfume all—make all wholesome, Make these ashes to nourish and blossom, O love, solve all, fructify all with the last chemistry.
Give me exhaustless, make me a fountain, That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew, For the ashes of all dead soldiers South or North.
# Literary Lapses/A Model Dialogue

A Model Dialogue
In which is shown how the drawing-room juggler may be permanently cured of his card trick.
The drawing-room juggler, having slyly got hold of the pack of cards at the end of the game of whist, says:
"Ever see any card tricks? Here's rather a good one; pick a card."
"Thank you, I don't want a card."
"No, but just pick one, any one you like, and I'll tell which one you pick."
"You'll tell who?"
"No, no; I mean, I'll know which it is, don't you see? Go on now, pick a card."
"Any one I like?"
"Yes."
"Any colour at all?"
"Yes, yes."
"Any suit?"
"Oh, yes; do go on."
"Well, let me see, I'll—pick—the—ace of spades."
​"Great Cæsar! I mean you are to pull a card out of the pack."
"Oh, to pull it out of the pack! Now I understand. Hand me the pack. All right—I've got it."
"Have you picked one?"
"Yes, it's the three of hearts. Did you know it?"
"Hang it! Don't tell me like that. You spoil the thing. Here, try again. Pick a card."
"All right, I've got it."
"Put it back in the pack. Thanks. (Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—flip)—There, is that it?" (triumphantly).
"I don't know. I lost sight of it."
"Lost sight of it! Confound it, you have to look at it and see what it is."
"Oh, you want me to look at the front of it!"
"Why, of course! Now then, pick a card."
"All right. I've picked it. Go ahead." (Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—flip.)
"Say, confound you, did you put that card back in the pack?"
"Why, no. I kept it."
"Holy Moses! Listen. Pick—a—card—just one—look at it—see what it is—then put it back—do you understand?"
​"Oh, perfectly. Only I don't see how you are ever going to do it. You must be awfully clever."
(Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—flip.)
"There you are; that's your card, now, isn't it?" (This is the supreme moment.)
"NO. THAT IS NOT MY CARD." (This is a flat lie, but Heaven will pardon you for it.)
"Not that card!!!! Say—just hold on a second. Here, now, watch what you're at this time. I can do this cursed thing, mind you, every time. I've done it on father, on mother, and on every one that's ever come round our place. Pick a card. (Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—flip, bang.) There, that's your card."
"NO. I AM SORRY. THAT IS NOT MY CARD. But won't you try it again? Please do. Perhaps you are a little excited—I'm afraid I was rather stupid. Won't you go and sit quietly by yourself on the back verandah for half an hour and then try? You have to go home? Oh, I'm so sorry. It must be such an awfully clever little trick. Good night!"
# Literary Lapses

LITERARY LAPSES
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
NONSENSE NOVELS
SUNSHINE SKETCHES OF A LITTLE TOWN
BEHIND THE BEYOND
ARCADIAN ADVENTURES WITH THE IDLE RICH
MOONBEAMS FROM THE LARGER LUNACY
ESSAYS AND LITERARY STUDIES
FURTHER FOOLISHNESS
FRENZIED FICTION
LITERARY LAPSES
By Stephen Leacock
London: John Lane, The Bodley Head
New York: John Lane Company. MCMXIX
ELEVENTH EDITION
William Brendon and Son Ltd., Printers, Plymouth, England.
CONTENTS
LITERARY LAPSES
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