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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 151/Issue 1948/A Dream

Originally published in Athanæum.
Here — where last night she came, even she, for whom  I would so gladly live or lie down dead,  Came in the likeness of a dream and said Some words that thrilled this desolate, ghost-thronged room — I sit alone now in the absolute gloom.  Ah! surely on her breast was leaned my head,  Ah! surely on my mouth her kiss was shed And all my life broke into scent and bloom. Give thanks, heart, for thy rootless flower of bliss,  Nor think the gods severe though thus they seem, Though thou hast much to bear and much to miss,  Whilst thou thy nights and days to be canst deem One thing, and that thing veritably this —  The imperishable memory of a dream.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 150/Issue 1936/The Wye

Originally published in Chamber's Journal.
The Wye  (Near Monmouth)
 A land of hills and woods and yew-crowned rocks,  All scarred and furrowed by primeval flood;  With many a bastion, grim and bare, which mocks  The anger of the storm-god's fiercest mood.  Above, the oak stands as it long has stood  Through winter's tempests; and, adown, the green,  The rich dark green of ivy that has wooed  The time-worn limestone, trails; and all between The rifts and sheltered nooks, the fern's chaste form is seen.
 Below, the slow, broad-curving river; here,  The willows lie reflected in the stream,  Placid and deep; and there, the noisy weir,  Where tiny wavelets in the sunlight gleam.  Hard by, a loiterer, lying in a dream  Upon the bank: far off, a bare hillside;  And farther, boundless forest growths which seem  Most solemn and most calm, as far and wide They stretch majestic arms, in all their summer pride.
# Kerry News/1901/Death of Rev William Bullen Morris

Source: Kerry News Friday, March 29, 1901; Page: 1
Death of Rev William Bullen Morris.
Keen regret has been occasioned in Tralee by the announcement of the death of the Rev William Bullen Morris, of the Oratory London, Sunday, after an illness of about twelve days duration. The deceased clergyman was the second son of the Hon Patrick Morris, of St. John's Newfoundland, and Frances, daughter of Dr. Wm. Bullen, Cork. He was born on the 23rd March, 1834, was educated at Clongoes, where he had a very distinguished career, and joined the Oratory at St. Philip's Neri, at the age of twenty. He was one of Father Faber's first companions, and was ordained priest at the age of twenty-three.' His life was one of great holiness and earnest devotion: to the duties off his sacred calling—the poor and suffering being the principal objects duties of his care. Amidst his arduous duties he found time to write some learned and attractive works, including a life of St. Patrick, which elicited warm encomiums from the literary world, and "Ireland and Saint Patrick," a work showing deep historical research. He also contributed many articles to the Dublin Review, and the 'Irish Ecclesiastical Record'. Though having to live out of Ireland he was deeply devoted to the Green Isle. His death was as peaceful and happy as a his life had been edifying and holy. He passed peacefully away, surrounded by his brethren in religion, and fortified by the rites of the Holy Church. He was brother to the late Lady Donovan, of Tralee, and uncle to Mr St. John Henry Donovan, J.P., Chairman of the Kerry County Council. The funeral will take place on Thursday.
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# Kerry News

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# Letters from an old railway official

LETTERS FROM AN OLD RAILWAY OFFICIAL
TO HIS SON, A DIVISION SUPERINTENDENT
BY Charles DeLano Hine
WITH A POSTSCRIPT BY FRANK H. SPEARMAN
CHICAGO THE RAILWAY AGE
1904
Copyright, 1904,
By Charles DeLano Hine
To the railway officials and employes of America:
    Their intelligence is an inspiration; their steadfastness, a psalm.
FILE NUMBERS.
LETTER I.
LETTER II.
LETTER III.
LETTER IV.
LETTER V.
LETTER VI.
LETTER VII.
LETTER VIII.
LETTER IX.
LETTER X.
LETTER XI.
LETTER XII.
LETTER XIII.
LETTER XIV.
LETTER XV.
LETTER XVI.
LETTER XVII.
LETTER XVIII.
LETTER XIX.
LETTER XX.
LETTER XXI.
LETTER XXII.
LETTER XXIII.
LETTER XXIV.
POSTSCRIPT.
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# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1718/Beyond Reach

* BEYOND REACH.
* Dear love, thou art so far above my song,
* It is small wonder that it fears to rise,
* Knowing it cannot reach my Paradise;
* Yet ever to dwell here my thoughts among,
* Nor try its upward flight, would do thee wrong.
* What time the lark soars singing to the skies
* We know he falters, know the sweet song dies
* That fain would reach Heaven's gate sustained and strong;
* But angels, bending from the shining brink,
* Catch the faint note and know the poor song fails,
* Having no strength to reach their heavenly height.
* So listen thou, beloved, and so think.
* More for the earth than heaven his song avails,
* Yet sweetest heard when nearest to God's light.
* Macmillan's Magazine.Philip Bourke Marston.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1718/Stone Adzes in the Pacific

From The Leisure Hour.
STONE ADZES IN THE PACIFIC.
The adzes of the Hervey Islanders are frequently hafted with carved pua wood. The carving, which is often admirable, was formerly executed with sharks' teeth, and was primarily intended for the adorning of their gods. The fine-pointed pattern is known as "the sharks' teeth pattern" (nio mango). Other figures are ​each supposed, by a stretch of imagination, to represent a man squatting down (tiki-tiki tangata). Some patterns are of recent introduction, and being mere imitations of European designs are destitute of the significations which invariably attached to ancient Polynesian carving. The large square holes are known as "eel-borings" (ai tuna) the lateral openings are naturally enough called "clefts" (kavava). To carve was the employment of sacred men. The national gods of Mangaia, with one exception, were carved in ironwood by one man, Rori, who was believed to have been specially assisted by the gods for the purpose. The idols were called "carvings" (tiki in the Hervey group, tiiin the Tahitan and Society groups). The stone adzes were secured to their wooden hafts by means of fine cinet, itself esteemed divine. It was fabled that the peculiar way in which the natives of Mangaia fasten their axes was originally taught them by the gods. A famous god, named Tanemataariki, i.e., Tane-of-royal-face, was considered to be enshrined in a sacred triple axe, which symbolized the three priestly families on the island, without whose aid the gods could not be acceptably worshipped. Tane-of-royal-face was one of the very few much-respected gods not surrendered to the missionaries, but hidden in caves. All trace of this interesting relic of heathen antiquity is now lost. The shape of a god adze differed at the back from those used by artisans in being rounded underneath. These artisans were priests; to use an adze was to be a man of consequence, the skill necessary in using it being invariably referred back to the gods as its source. That the Rev. J. Williams should be able to fell a tree and build a vessel as well as to preach and teach was in perfect harmony with their traditional ideas of a priest-chief. The improved art of carving and plaiting cinet, etc., was long ago introduced from Tahiti by a worshipper of Tane. During these employments songs were chanted in a soft low tone to the gods to aid their work. Some of these stone adzes were intended for despatching their foes. Stone adzes are invariably used laterally, not perpendicularly as with our steel ones. Beds of stone adzes are occasionally discovered. They generally consist of about a dozen adzes, large and small, arranged in a circle, the points being towards the centre. This "treasure-trove" would have been the property of some family exterminated in war. The knowledge of the localities where to find them was of course carefully handed down from one generation to another until the last of the tribe was gone.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1717/Thy Last Farewell

* THY LAST FAREWELL.
* It lingers on the murm'ring forest trees,
* With rise and swell,
* And leaves its quiv'ring sighs upon the breeze,
* That last farewell!
* Across the greensward where the daisies raise
* Their starry eyes,
* And gold and purple in the sunset blaze
* All silent lies,
* The tender cadence floats on unseen wing
* With mournful spell,
* And evermore a thousand echoes ring
* Thy last farewell!
* Ah! never more the dewy grass will bend
* Beneath thy feet,
* Nor golden morning with thy tresses blend
* In mingling sweet.
* And never will the leafy hollows part
* Their whisp'ring boughs
* To welcome thee when day's bright beams depart,
* And evening glows.
* No longer will the wooded echoes wake
* To hear again
* Thy voice, which ringing through the glades did break
* The wild bird's strain.
* And other feet will press the wavy grass
* Where sunshine glows,
* And other forms along the greenwood pass,
* Crowned with wild rose.
* And other voices on the western gale
* Will softly play,
* Along the silent hill, and up the vale,
* While far away.
* Thou wilt be wandering in distant lands,
* And years will roll,
* While dimly, it may be, this fair time stands
* On memory's scroll;
* And greener paths stretch out before thy view,
* And shadows fair,
* In robes all radiant with the rainbow hue,
* Sail through the air.
* Yet evermore these winsome scenes to me
* Of sadness tell,
* And waving trees and flowers still echo silently
* Thy last farewell!
* Golden Hours.M.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1718

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XVIII. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1718. — May 19, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIII. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | Mr. Wood's Discoveries at Ephesus, | British Quarterly Review, | 387 |
| II. | The Marquis of Lossie. By George Mac Donald, author of "Malcolm," etc. Part XVII., | Advance Sheets, | 399 |
| III. | Maria Theresa, The Empress Queen, | Temple Bar, | 407 |
| IV. | The Norwegian Lemming and its Migrations. By W. Duppa Crotch, M.A., F.L.S., | Popular Science Review, | 418 |
| V. | Green Pastures and Piccadilly. By William Black. Part XIII., | Examiner, | 422 |
| VI. | The Moral Treatment of Insanity. A Sketch of its Rise and Progress, | Fraser's Magazine, | 425 |
| VII. | "Dark" Dennis and his Grandson. By the author of "Episodes in an Obscure Life", | Sunday Magazine, | 437 |
| VIII. | A Japanese Newspaper, | All The Year Round, | 443 |
| IX. | Children of the Czar, | Pictorial World, | 445 |
| X. | Processionary Caterpillars, | Hardwiche's Science-Gossip, | 446 |
| XI. | Italian, Spanish, and German Comedy, | New Quarterly Magazine, | 447 |
| XII. | Stone Adzes in the Pacific, | Leisure Hour, | 447 |
POETRY. :
| Ephemera, | 386 | The Capture of Jerusalem by the Chaldeans, | 386 |
| Beyond Reach, | 386 | The Capture of Jerusalem by the Chaldeans, | 386 |
| Miscellany, | Miscellany, | Miscellany, | 448 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1718/Ephemera

* EPHEMERA.
* ["Miss Martineau asks what it can signify whether we, with our individual consciousness, live again; and says that 'the real and justifiable subject of interest to human beings is the welfare of their fellows,' and 'the important thing is that the universe should be full of life.'"]
* If Fate, indeed, with fixed and stony face,
* Looked death on Aspiration's eager fire,
* Stilled the strained chords of Hope's ecstatic lyre,
* And mutely mocked life's glory, power, and grace,
* The soul, as stolid as its sphinx-faced doom,
* With cold and patient scorn might pass into the gloom.
* If like the brave fore-fated band whose breasts
* Court a beleaguered bastion's iron rain,
* Humanity's fleeting myriads not in vain
* Might pave fair paths to conquest's hidden crests
* "With their dead generations, there are those
* Who'd calmly pass to earth dreaming of life's full rose.
* But shall it ever flower? If, in sooth,
* From dust to dust in endless cycles sum
* The hope of all the ages, love is dumb,
* And sacrifice may mourn its squandered ruth.
* What food hath faith, whose farthest dreams descry
* Ephemeral motes that crowd a dull infinity?
* Life! and what life? The life that, like a spark,
* Quickens a moment deftly-moulded clay —
* Teaching it torture's thrill, some passing play
* Of cheating rapture, quenched in hastening dark —
* Is worthless as a marsh-fire, though it light
* Eyes numberless as are the stars of winter's night.
* What interest, though selfless as the love
* Of self-slain Deity, may live though all
* The eternal farce of life ephemeral,
* With dreams beyond its destiny, hopes above
* Its highest stretch, and pains unmotived, save
* As prelude to that birth whose portal is — a grave?
* What welfare is there worth a prayer, a pain,
* If rounded by the final ill of death?
* Or boots it e'en to breathe unburthened breath
* Some bare brief days, then stoop to dust again?
* To whom, or man or God, hath life such worth
* That's but an interlude of dreams 'twixt earth and earth?
* Soul-life hath no true glory save the crown
* Of immortality. If that's a dream,
* Face we our fate, scorn we illusion's gleam,
* But shape not lies to dupe us while we drown.
* Why mock the man-mime's hour of storm and stress
* With ghosts of baseless love and barren selflessness?
* Spectator.E. J. M.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1718/Miscellany

​The idea has recently occurred to some French gentlemen of starting a national subscription for the repurchase from Germany of that part of Lorraine which was ceded by the treaty of 1871; and it has already become necessary to warn the public against certain persons, who have constituted themselves collectors, but do not deem it necessary to account for the funds entrusted to them. Meanwhile it has been suggested that before definitively organizing the grand Patriotic Association for the Recovery of Lorraine, it may be as well to ascertain if Germany is willing to sell the territory in question. Of course there is no lack of precedents. France herself sold Louisiana to the United States in 1803 for the modest sum of fifteen million dollars, while Russia sold Alaska in 1867 to the same power for seven million dollars. But European soil is not so readily sold, the latest transaction of this nature having been a very small one indeed. It will be remembered that the Prince of Monaco gave up the communes of Roquebrune and Mentone to France in consideration of the sum of four million francs. It is also within living memory, though the period seems far distant, that by the treaty of June 11, 1857, the late king of Prussia renounced his claims to the sovereignty of Neufchâtel, stipulating only for the title, and a pecuniary compensation, which was not paid, and the claim to which was ultimately waived. But the Prussia of to-day is not in the habit of concluding bargains unsatisfactory to itself; and even if the German emperor's government felt disposed to sell Lorraine, one may be sure that the price asked would be a far higher one than could be raised by voluntary contributions. The attempt to pay a portion of the French war indemnity in a similar manner, it will be remembered, proved a dismal failure. Pall Mall Budget.
# Lord Roslin's daughter (1)/The Faithless Lover

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THE FAITHLESS LOVER.
FAR, far from me my lover flies— A faithless lover he; In vain my tears in vain my sighs, No longer true to me, He seeks another.
Lie still, my heart no longer grieve, No pangs to him betray, Who taught you these sad sighs to heave, Then laughing went away, To seck another.
FINIS.
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# Lord Roslin's daughter (1)/The Maid's Complaint

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THE MAID'S COMPLAINT FOR JOCKEY.
LOVE did first my thoughts employ, Returning day still made me blest, Each happy hour come wing’d with joy, Each night was crown’d with balmy rest. But now, alas! no longer gay. I rise to hail the cheerful light; I sit and sigh the live lang day, And pass in tears the sleepless night.
Come, lovely Jockey, hither haste, Sure thou hast long perceiv’d my mind, I fear my words I vainly waste, Eor thou art cruel and unkind; Or if some maid a happier fate, More favour’d lives, more lov’d than I, Oh! free me from this anxious state, Pronounce my fate and let me die.
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# Lord Stranleigh, Philanthropist

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LORD STRANLEIGH
PHILANTHROPIST
"'Very good, Mr. Garner. Tell me exactly what to do.'"
(Page 38.)
Lord Stranleigh, Philanthropist] [Frontispiece
LORD
STRANLEIGH
PHILANTHROPIST
BY
ROBERT BARR
Author of "Young Lord Stranleigh," "The Mutable Many,
etc., etc.
ILLUSTRATED.
WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON, MELBOURNE AND TORONTO
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
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# Lord Roslin's daughter (1)

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Lord Roslin's Daughter
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE MAID'S COMPLAINT,
FAIR ELLEN,
AND
THE FAITHLESS LOVER.
GREENOCK: Printed by WILLIAM SCOTT.
* Lord Roslin's Daughter
* The Maid's Complaint
* Fair Ellen
* The Faithless Lover
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# Lord Roslin's daughter (1)/Fair Ellen

Date is estimated.
FAIR ELLEN.
FAIR Ellen, like a lilly grew, Was beauty’s fav’rite flow’r, Till falsehood chang’d her lovely hue, She wither’d in an hour.
Antonio, in her virgin breast, First rais’d a tender sigh, His wish obtain'd, the lover blest, Then left the maid to die.
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# Little Brown Church in the Vale

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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    There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood,
    No lovelier spot in the dale;
    No place is so dear to my childhood,
    As the little brown church in the vale.
    Refrain:
    Come to the church in the wildwood,
    Oh, come to the church in the dale,
    No spot is so dear to my childhood,
    As the little brown church in the vale.
    How sweet on a clear, Sabbath morning,
    To list to the clear ringing bell;
    Its tones so sweetly are calling,
    Oh, come to the church in the vale.
    There, close by the church in the valley,
    Lies one that I loved so well;
    She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ’neath the willow,
    Disturb not her rest in the vale.
    There, close by the side of that loved one,
    To trees where the wild flowers bloom,
    When the farewell hymn shall be chanted
    I shall rest by her side in the tomb.
    From the church in the valley by the wildwood,
    When day fades away into night,
    I would fain from this spot of my childhood
    Wing my way to the mansions of light.
see also The Church in the Wildwood
# Little Boy Blue (nursery rhyme)

"Little Boy Blue" is an English-language nursery rhyme. It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 11318. The earliest printed version of the rhyme is in Tommy Thumb's Little Song Book (c. 1744), but the rhyme may be much older.
* "Little Boy Blue" in Nursery Rhymes (c. 1880)
* "Little boy Blue, blow your horn" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "Little Boy Blue" in A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh (1901)
* "Little Boy Blue" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)

### See also

* "Little Bo-Peep and Little Boy-Blue" by A. A. Milne
* "The Harmonious Heedlessness of Little Boy Blue" by Guy Wetmore Carryl
# Little Claus and Big Claus

For a tale with many similarities, see Kibitz by Johann Gustav Gottlieb Büsching.
English-language translations of Lille Claus og store Claus include:
* "Little Claus and Big Claus" in Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales (1888), translated by Mrs. Henry H. B. Paull
* "The Story of Big Klaus and Little Klaus" in The Yellow Fairy Book (1894), edited by Andrew Lang
* "Little Claus and Big Claus" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
* "Little Claus and Big Claus" in Fairy Tales and Stories (1900), translated by H. L. Brækstad, illustrated by H. Tegner
* "Great Claus and Little Claus" in Fairy Tales and Other Stories (1914), translated by W. A. Craigie and J. K. Craigie
* "Little Claus and Big Claus" in The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899), translated by Mary Howitt, illustrated by Helen Stratton
# Little Blue Betty

English nursery rhyme (Roud 19792)
* "Little Brown Betty, lived at the Gold Can" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895)
* "Cecily Parsley lived in a pen" in Cecily Parsley's Nursery Rhymes by Beatrix Potter (1922)
# Little Boy Blue

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* "Little Boy Blue", traditional nursery rhyme
* "Little Boy Blue", poem by Eugene Field
# Little Boy Lost

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* "The Little Boy Lost" by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence (1789)
* "A Little Boy Lost" by William Blake, published in Songs of Experience (1794)
# Little Bo-Peep

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The earliest record of this nursery rhyme is in a manuscript of around 1805, which contains only the first verse. Additional verses are first recorded in Gammer Gurton's Garland or The Nursery Parnassus in 1810.
There are references to a children's game called "Bo-Peep", from the 16th century. The phrase "to play bo peep" was in use from the 14th century to refer to the punishment of being stood in a pillory.
* "Little Bo-peep" in Nursery Rhymes (1860)
* "L" in The Alphabet of Old Friends by Walter Crane (1874)
* "Little Bo-Peep" in Nursery Rhymes (c. 1880).
* "Little Bo-Peep" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895).
* "Bo-Peep" in The Baby's Opera by Edmund Evans and Walter Crane (1900)
* "Little Bo-Peep" in The Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose by Arthur Rackham (St. Nicholas, Aug. 1913)
* "Little Bo-Peep" in The Real Mother Goose by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916)

### See also

* "Little Bo-Peep and Little Boy-Blue" by A. A. Milne