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# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Maw, Henry Lister

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​MAW. (Lieutenant, 1825.)
Henry Lister Maw has lost two brothers in the military service of their country.
This officer entered the Navy 11 May, 1818; and was for some time Midshipman of the Liffey 50, bearing the broad pendant in the East Indies of Commodore Chas. Grant, by whom, during the expedition to Ava, he was allowed to act as Naval Aide-de-Camp to Sir Alex. Campbell, Commander-in-Chief of the troops. While officiating in that capacity he appears to have been employed in surveying the Rangoon river, and to have effected, 25 June, 1824, the destruction of two fire-rafts. In an attack subsequently made on a strong stockade on the Dalla river, it was his misfortune, while cheering on his men, to receive a ball in the head – a circumstance which obliged him to return to England for the benefit of his health. Having all along, however, distinguished himself by “a series of gallantry” exhibitive of the “most conspicuous and forward bravery,” and being recommended in the strongest terms by Capt. Marryat, the senior naval officer on the station, he was rewarded with a Lieutenant’s commission dated 25 July, 1825. His succeeding appointments were – 2 Feb. 1826, to the Harrier sloop, Capt. John Pakenham, on the coast of Ireland – 7 Jan. 1827 and 2 Oct. 1829, to the Menai 26, and Volage 28, Capts. Michael Seymour and Lord Colchester, both on the South American station – and, 3 Dec. 1832 and 16 July, 1834, as Second-Lieutenant, to the Vernon 50, and President 52, flag-ships of Sir Geo. Cockburn in North America and the West Indies. He has not been employed since 30 Aug. 1834.
In 1830 Lieut. Maw was presented with the large silver medal of the “Society for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures, and Commerce,” for fragments, &c. collected by him in South America; and in July, 1831, he took out a patent for an invention of an improved method of using fuel, so as to burn smoke. In 1832 he published a “Memoir of the Early Operations of the Burmese War.” He married, 21 March, 1839, Sarah Anne, only daughter of the late Cornelius Peacock, Esq. Agents – Messrs. Ommanney.
# A Naval Biographical Dictionary/Mawbey, John

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​MAWBEY. (Lieut., 1815. f-p., 16; h-p., 33.)
John Mawbey was born 6 May, 1781. This officer entered the Navy, 9 April, 1798, as Midshipman, on board the Romney 50, Capt. John Lawford. In the following summer he witnessed the capture of a Swedish convoy laden with naval and military stores for the use of the French; and, on 30 Aug. 1799, having accompanied the expedition to Holland, he was present at the surrender of the Dutch squadron under Admiral Storey. He afterwards served with Capt. Lawford, in the Polyphemus 64, at the battle of Copenhagen, 2 April, 1801; and between Dec. 1802 and the date of his promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, 8 Feb. 1815, was employed on the Home, West India, and Mediterranean stations, chiefly in the capacity of Midshipman, in the Calcutta 50, Capt. Daniel Woodriff, Puissant 74, Capt. Jas. Bowen, Windsor Castle 98, flag-ship of Admiral Montagu, Spartiate 74, Capt. Sir Fras. Laforey, Neptune 98, bearing the flag of Hon. Sir Alex. Cochrane, Abercromby 74, Capt. Wm. Chas. Fahie, Leyden 64, Capts. Edw. Chetham and John Davie, Barfleur 98 Capt. Sir Thos. Masterman Hardy, Blake 74, Capt. Edw. Codrington, Blenheim 74, Capt. Sam. Warren, and Caledonia 120, Prince Frederick 74 and Impregnable 98, flag-ships of Sir Edw. Pellew, ​Sir Thos. Byam Martin, and Sir John Thos. Duckworth. Besides participating in much arduous blockade-servioe, Mr. Mawbey, when in the Spartiate, went to the West Indies in pursuit of the celebrated Rochefort squadron, and on his return thence with Lord Nelson was afforded an opportunity of sharing in the action off Cape Trafalgar, 21 Oct. 1805. He was in the same ship at the reduction of the islands of Ischia and Procida in 1809; and, during the term of his attachment to the Leyden and Barfleur, was employed (part of the time as commanding officer) in a flat boat in co-operation with the British army in the Tagus, where the excessive fatigue he underwent produced an attack of fever, which rendered necessary his return for four months to England. In the Caledonia he beheld the fall of Genoa. Since his promotion, which did not take place until more than six years after he had passed his examination, he has not been afloat.
Lieut. Mawbey married, 20 Feb. 1819, Miss Mary Ann Lancaster, and by that lady has issue two sons and two daughters. Agents – Messrs. Stilwell.
# A Voyage of Discovery and Research in the Southern and Antarctic Regions/Volume 2/Appendix 9
#### APPENDIX, No. IX.
##### GEOGRAPHICAL TABLE.

| Name and Description of Place. | Latitude South. | Latitude South. | Longitude West. | Longitude West. |
| Admiralty Inlet (centre) | 64 | 16 | 57 | 0 |
| Cockburn Island | 64 | 12 | 56 | 49 |
| Corry, Cape | 63 | 37 | 57 | 19 |
| Danger Islets (Easternmost) | 63 | 20 | 54 | 35 |
| {{{1}}}„(Northernmost) | 63 | 18 | 54 | 56 |
| Darwin Islet | 63 | 31 | 54 | 48 |
| D'Urville Monument | 63 | 20 | 56 | 26 |
| Eden, Cape | 63 | 28 | 55 | 35 |
| Fitzroy, Cape | 63 | 6 | 55 | 21 |
| Foster, Cape | 64 | 27 | 58 | 7 |
| Gage, Cape | 64 | 7 | 57 | 7 |
| Gordon, Cape | 63 | 49 | 57 | 19 |
| Gulf of Erebus and Terror (centre) | 63 | 45 | 56 | 45 |
| Haddington Mount | 64 | 12 | 58 | 2 |
| Hamilton, Cape | 64 | 16 | 57 | 7 |
| Herbert Bay | 63 | 54 | 57 | 25 |
| King, Cape | 63 | 3 | 55 | 42 |
| Lockyer, Cape | 64 | 29 | 57 | 45 |
| Moody, Point | 63 | 20 | 55 | 5 |
| Paulet Island | 63 | 37 | 55 | 40 |
| Percy, Mount (centre) | 63 | 17 | 55 | 34 |
| Puget, Cape | 63 | 30 | 55 | 42 |
| Purvis, Cape | 63 | 39 | 55 | 48 |
| Seymour, Cape | 64 | 13 | 56 | 32 |
| Snow Hill | 64 | 29 | 57 | 11 |
# A Prisoner in Fairyland

A PRISONER IN FAIRYLAND
(THE BOOK THAT 'UNCLE PAUL' WROTE)
BY
ALGERNON BLACKWOOD
Author of 'Jimbo,' 'John Silence,' 'The Centaur,' 'Education of Uncle Paul,' Etc.
1913
TO
M. S.-K.
'LITTLE MOUSE THAT, LOST IN WONDER, FLICKS ITS WHISKERS AT THE THUNDER!'
"Les Pensees! O leurs essors fougueux, leurs flammes dispersees, Leur rouge acharnement ou leur accord vermeil! Comme la-haut les etoiles criblaient la nue, Elles se constellaient sur la plaine inconnue; Elles roulaient dans l'espace, telles des feux, Gravissaient la montagne, illuminaient la fleuve Et jetaient leur parure universelle et neuve De mer en mer, sur les pays silencieux."
Le Monde, EMILE VERHAEREN

## Table of contents

* Chapter 1
* Chapter 2
* Chapter 3
* Chapter 4
* Chapter 5
* Chapter 6
* Chapter 7
* Chapter 8
* Chapter 9
* Chapter 10
* Chapter 11
* Chapter 12
* Chapter 13
* Chapter 14
* Chapter 15
* Chapter 16
* Chapter 17
* Chapter 18
* Chapter 19
* Chapter 20
* Chapter 21
* Chapter 22
* Chapter 23
* Chapter 24
* Chapter 25
* Chapter 26
* Chapter 27
* Chapter 28
* Chapter 29
* Chapter 30
* Chapter 31
* Chapter 32
* Chapter 33
* Chapter 34
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# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Challenge of the Guns

THE CHALLENGE OF THE GUNS
BY day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings, And that reverberating roar its challenge flings. Not only unto thee across the narrow sea, But from the loneliest vale in the last land's heart The sad-eyed watching mother sees her sons depart.
And freighted full the tumbling waters of ocean are With aid for England from England's sons afar. The glass is dim; we see not wisely, far, nor well, But bred of English bone, and reared on Freedom's wine, All that we have and are we lay on England's shrine.
A. N. Field
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Chivalry of the Sea

THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA
(Dedicated to the memory of Charles Fisher, late student of Christ Church, Oxford.)
OVER the warring waters, beneath the wandering skies, The heart of Britain roameth, the Chivalry of the sea, Where Spring never bringeth a flower, nor bird singeth in a tree; Far, afar, O beloved, beyond the sight of our eyes, Over the warring waters, beneath the stormy skies.
Staunch and valiant-hearted, to whom our toil were play, Ye man with armour'd patience, the bulwarks night and day, Or on your iron coursers plough shuddering through the Bay, Or 'neath the deluge drive the skirmishing sharks of war: Venturous boys who leapt on the pinnace and row'd from shore, A mother's tear in the eye, a swift farewell to say, And a great glory at heart that none can take away.
Seldom is your home-coming; for aye your pennon flies In unrecorded exploits on the tumultuous wave; Till, in the storm of battle, fast-thundering upon the foe, Ye add your kindred names to the heroes of long ago, And 'mid the blasting wrack, in the glad sudden death o' the brave, Ye are gone to return no more.—Idly our tears arise; Too proud for praise as ye lie in your unvisited grave, The wide-warring water, under the starry skies.
Robert Bridges
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Choice (Kipling)

THE CHOICE
1917
(The American Spirit Speaks)
TO the judge of Right and Wrong With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power belong, Our faith and sacrifice.
Let Freedom's Land rejoice! Our ancient bonds are riven; Once more to us the eternal choice Of Good or Ill is given.
Not at a little cost, Hardly by prayers or tears, Shall we recover the road we lost In the drugged and doubting years.
But after the fires and the wrath, But, after searching and pain, His Mercy opens us a path To live with ourselves again.
​In the Gates of Death rejoice! We see and hold the good— Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice With Freedom's brotherhood!
Then praise the Lord Most High Whose Strength hath saved us whole, Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die And not the living Soul!
To the God in man displayed— Where e'er we see that Birth, Be love and understanding paid As never yet on earth!
To the Spirit that moves in Man, On Whom all worlds depend, Be Glory since our world began And service to the end!
Rudyard Kipling
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Dead (Murray)

THE DEAD
THE dead are with us everywhere, By night and day; No street we tread but they have wandered there Who now lie still beneath the grass Of some shell-scarred and distant plain, Beyond the fear of death, beyond all pain. And in the silence you can hear their noiseless footsteps pass— The dead are with us always, night and day.
​Where once the sound of mirth would rouse The sleeping town, The laughter has died out from house to house; And where through open window late At night would float delightful song, And glad-souled music from the light-heart revel-throng, In quadrangle and street the windows darkly wait For those who cannot wake the sleeping town.
This city once a bride to all Who entered here, A lover magical who had in thrall The souls of those who once might know Her kiss upon their lips and brow— A golden, laughter-hearted lover then, but now A mother grey, whose sees Death darken as they go, Son after son of those who entered there.
Yet sometimes at the dead of night I see them come— The darkness is suffused with a great light From that radiant, countless host: No face but is triumphant there, A flaming crown of youth imperishable they wear. A thousand years that passed have gained what we to-day have lost, The splendour of their sacrifice for years to come.
A. E. Murray
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Choice

THE CHOICE
THE Kings go by with jewelled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of many-peopled towns Is all their dream: The way they take Leaves but a ruin in the brake, And, in the furrow that the ploughmen make, A stampless penny; a tale, a dream.
​The Merchants reckon up their gold, Their letters come, their ships arrive, their freights are glories: The profits of their treasures sold They tell and sum; Their foremen drive Their servants, starved to half-alive, Whose labours do but make the earth a hive Of stinking glories; a tale, a dream.
The Priests are singing in their stalls, Their singing lifts, their incense burns, their praying clamours; Yet God is as the sparrow falls, The ivy drifts; The votive urns Are all left void when Fortune turns, The god is but a marble for the kerns To break with hammers; a tale, a dream.
O Beauty, let me know again The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters figuring sky, The one star risen. So shall I pass into the feast Not touched by King, Merchant, or Priest; Know the red spirit of the beast, Be the green grain; Escape from prison.
John Masefield
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Day's March

THE DAY'S MARCH
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Dead (Brooke)

THE FALLEN
THE DEAD
I
BLOW out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.
II
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, And sunset, and the colours of the earth. These had seen movement and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
​There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after, Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.
Rupert Brooke
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Cathedral

THE CATHEDRAL
HOPE and mirth are gone. Beauty is departed. Heaven's hid in smoke, if there's Heaven still. Silent the city, friendless, broken-hearted, Crying in quiet as a widow will. Oh, for the sound here of a good man's laughter, Of one blind beggar singing in the street, Where there's no sound, excepting a blazing rafter Falls, or the patter of a starved dog's feet.
I have seen Death, and comrades' crumbled faces, Yea, I have closed dear eyes with half a smile; But horror's in this havoc of old places Where driven men once rested from their hurry And girls were happy for a little while, Forgiving, praying, singing, feeling sorry.
William G. Shakespeare
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Connaught Rangers

THE CONNAUGHT RANGERS
I SAW the Connaught Rangers when they were passing by, On a spring day, a good day, with gold rifts in the sky. Themselves were marching steadily along the Liffey quay An' I see the young proud look of them as if it was to-day! The bright lads, the right lads, I have them in my mind, With the green flags on their bayonets all fluttering in the wind!
A last look at old Ireland, a last good-bye maybe, Then the gray sea, the wide sea, my grief upon the sea! And when will they come home, says I, when will they see once more The dear blue hills of Wicklow and Wexford's dim gray shore? The brave lads of Ireland, no better lads you'll find, With the green flags on their bayonets all fluttering in the wind!
Three years have passed since that spring day, sad years for them and me. Green graves there are in Serbia and in Gallipoli. And many who went by that day along the muddy street Will never hear the roadway ring to their triumphant feet. But when they march before Him, God's welcome will be kind, And the green flags on their bayonets will flutter in the wind.
Winifred M. Letts
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/The Cricketers of Flanders

THE CRICKETERS OF FLANDERS
THE first to climb the parapet With "cricket balls" in either hand; The first to vanish in the smoke Of God-forsaken No Man's Land; First at the wire and soonest through, First at those red-mouthed hounds of hell, The Maxims, and the first to fall,— They do their bit and do it well.
Full sixty yards I've seen them throw With all that nicety of aim They learned on British cricket-fields. Ah, bombing is a Briton's game! Shell-hole to shell-hole, trench to trench, "Lobbing them over" with an eye As true as though it were a game And friends were having tea close by.
Pull down some art-offending thing Of carven stone, and in its stead Let splendid bronze commemorate These men, the living and the dead. No figure of heroic size, Towering skyward like a god; But just a lad who might have stepped From any British bombing squad.
​His shrapnel helmet set atilt, His bombing waistcoat sagging low, His rifle slung across his back: Poised in the very act to throw. And let some graven legend tell Of those weird battles in the West Wherein he put old skill to use, And played old games with sterner zest.
Thus should he stand, reminding those In less-believing days, perchance, How Britain's fighting cricketers Helped bomb the Germans out of France. And other eyes than ours would see; And other hearts than ours would thrill; And others say, as we have said: "A sportsman and a soldier still!"
James Norman Hall
# A Seeker in the Night

"I lift my eyes, but I cannot see"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "A Seeker in the Night" in Scribner's Magazine (September 1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "A Seeker in the Night" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "A Seeker in the Night" in Poems I.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 100

HYMN 100.
Praise to God, immortal praise For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous source of ev'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ; All to Thee our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow.
All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, locks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain; Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Clouds that drop refreshing dews, Suns that genial warmth diffuse, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; Lord for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Peace, prosperity, and health, Private joys and public wealth, Knowledge, with its glad'ning streams, Pure religion's holier beams; ​Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 101

HYMN 101.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Unutter'd or express'd; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watch word at the gate of death; He enters Heav'n with pray'r.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While Angels in their songs rejoice, And cry "behold he prays."
O Thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer Thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 102

HYMN 102.
Put thou thy trust in God, In duty's, path go on; Walk in His strength with faith and hope, So shall thy work be done.
Commit thy ways to Him, Thy works into His hands, ​And rest on His unchanging Word Who Heav'n and earth commands.
Though years on years roll on, His cov'nant shall endure; Though clouds and darkness hide His path, The promis'd grace is sure.
Through waves, and clouds, and storms His pow'r will clear the way; Wait thou His time-the darkest night Shall end in brightest day.
# A Secret (Coates)

"My laddie 's a' the world to me!"
* "A Secret" in Harper's Magazine (November 1913).
* "A Secret" in Poems II (1916)

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 1

HYMN.
HYMN 1.
Again the day returns of sacred rest, Which when He made the world Jehovah blest; When like His own, He bade our labours cease, And all be piety and all be peace.
Let us devote this consecrated day, To learn His will, and all we learn, obey; In pure religion's hallow'd duties share, And join in penitence, and join in pray'r.
So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive, That only tribute man hath pow'r to give; So shall He hear while fervently we raise, Our choral harmony, in hymns of praise.
Father of Heav'n! in whom our hopes confide, Whose pow'r protects us and whose precepts guide; In life our guardian, and in death our friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 10

HYMN 10.
Blow ye the trumpet blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
​Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mournful souls be glad; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners home.
Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood Through all the world proclaim. The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners home.
# A Selection of Hymns, Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston/Hymn 103

HYMN 103.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! Let the water and the blood, From Thy pierced side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and Thou alone.
While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Saintsbury, George Edward Bateman, LL.D., D.Litt., etc.

See also George Saintsbury on Wikipedia.
​Saintsbury, George Edward Bateman, LL.D., D.Litt., etc. (1845).—Critic and biographer. Short History of French Literature, etc. (1882), Essays in English Literature (1890), Nineteenth
# A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature/Appendix of Living Writers/Seccombe, Thomas

See also Thomas Seccombe on Wikipedia.
​Seccombe, Thomas (1866).—Miscellaneous writer. Twelve Bad Men (1894), The Age of Johnson (1900), The Age of Shakespeare (with J. W. Allen, 1903), Bookman History of English Literature (1905-6), In Praise of Oxford, etc.; was assistant ed. of The Dictionary of National Biography.