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https://www.riverstonehistoricalsociety.org.au/blog/?page_id=913

Norm Jennings - A Tribute

["Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm Jennings\nby Clarrie Neal\nNorm was born in Riverstone on the 14th July 1934, the only son of Gordon (Dave) and Myrtle Jennings. He and his sister Shirley and the family lived in Hamilton Street. on the site where the Jehovah\u2019s Witness church is now located.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nHe attended Riverstone Public School until 1946 and like most boys at the time he never ever wore shoes to school. His nickname at school was \u2018Steamer\u2019, because we believed he was as strong as a steam engine. He remembers the games of marbles, and the cricket games played in the paddock in front of the school, where the pool is now located.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nHe completed his secondary schooling at Richmond Rural School where he gained his Intermediate Certificate. He was classed as an average scholar at both these schools. Norm has very fond memories of these schooldays and gets a great kick out of meeting his old friends at the school reunions.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm has always loved fishing, he recalled fishing with his Dad at South Creek, and their annual holidays at Woy Woy with the Davis family. He still loves to get away to their holiday home at Pacific Palms near Forster to catch the big ones.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nBecause the mutton board at the meat works in the slack season would only work three days a week, a number of these workers, including Norm\u2019s father would supplement their income by working on the farms at Windsor. To get pocket money as a youth Norm would often accompany his father to work these casual days picking corn, potatoes, beans, etc. He said after a day\u2019s work he would often jump into the river to have a clean up.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm has always loved sport and believed in keeping himself fit, with cricket, cycling and football being favourite sports. He loved wandering through the bush, and aside from filling his pockets with stones to use in his catapult, he loved to ride his bike on the numerous tracks throughout the bush.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nHe joined the Riverstone Cycle Club in the 1950s when it was reformed by Fred Coulter and enjoyed the road racing events, at one time winning the Hawkesbury Junior championship. He was a good athlete at school and set a record for the high jump at Richmond Rural School that stood for 16 years. He played cricket for several years playing with Vineyard and Oakville and represented the District with the Hawkesbury Colts team.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nHe also recalled doing his three months Army National Service and CMF Training with mates like Ray Brookes and said it was a good experience, he still appreciates the discipline they endured.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nHe recalled the days when he gathered mushrooms from the paddocks and sold them on the roadside, and of the days when he and his cousin Alwyn Davis and their fathers went trapping rabbits at Kurrajong. They used to set the traps on Friday night and return to Riverstone on the Saturday morning where they would sell the rabbits at one shilling and six pence a pair.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nWhen Norm left school he started work as an apprentice Fitter and Machinist at the Clyde Engineering plant and attended the Granville Technical College. After completing his apprenticeship he continued on with his engineering studies at Sydney University where he gained his Mechanical Engineering Degree.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm\u2019s life was to change when he met Nadia Burlati, the daughter of a Rouse Hill poultry farmer. Nadia\u2019s father had come out from Tuscany, Italy in 1927, and worked on a sheep station at Merriwa. He returned to Italy five years later to bring out his wife and after a few more years at Merriwa he was able to buy a property at Rouse Hill where he started his poultry farm.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNadia and Norm were married in 1956 and built their home in Mile End Road Rouse Hill where they raised their three children, Darryl, Garry, and Gina. Norm continued with his studies and to make a living drove a truck out west, carting wheat, oats, etc., for the poultry farms in the Rouse Hill district", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nIt was while driving the truck one day that he made a very interesting observation \u2013 that the crops grown by the farmers using chemical fertilisers were not nearly as productive as the crops grown by the poultry farmers in the same region.\nIn 1969 Norm, armed with his engineering skills and his practical knowledge of poultry farming set out to make an organic fertiliser. It was a fertiliser that would revolutionise the poultry farm and would become world famous.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nMany believed Norm was crazy and told him so, but he continued on doing all the research and development himself. He overcame each problem as it arose, he experimented and invented such things as a trough that minimised the amount of water wasted and spilt, thus keeping the manure dry. Norm is now grateful for the \u2018crazy\u2019 comments because they made him more determined than ever to succeed.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nAfter some five years of research and development the system had been perfected. The first plant was built in the paddock behind their house in Mile End Road in 1969 and operated with a staff of four. Norm designed and made all the equipment that was required.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nAs the product was first being used Nadia had noted some of the comments of the farmers \u2013 \u201cit\u2019s dynamite\u201d and another \u201d it lifts the plants out of the ground\u201d. She chose the name \u2018Dynamic Lifter\u2019 to market the product, a name that has now become world famous.\nThe following story appeared in an article in the Powerhouse Museum book \u2018Making It\u2019 \u2013 The Dynamic Lifter Story.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm tells of a farmer in Oberon who bought some Dynamic Lifter from an agency in Lithgow. Five months later the farmer stormed into the agency demanding apologies. \u201cDo you remember the fertiliser you sold me?\u201d he shouted. \u201cYe-e-e s\u201d replied the agent. \u201cWell I put my merino stud rams in on it and I\u2019ve lost five of the buggers!\u201d", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nThe agent blanched. Had the stupid sheep eaten the stuff and been poisoned. The farmer continued with \u201cI still can\u2019t find the bastards because the grass is so high\u201d. Norm said \u201cI\u2019ll never forget the feeling I had when the agent told me that story. For a moment, I thought we were going to be sued for everything we\u2019ve got\u201d.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm and Nadia are very proud that Dynamic Lifter became a family business with their three children becoming involved. Norm remained in research and development, Nadia in overseas markets and exports, Darryl in engineering, Garry in product knowledge, and Gina became the company promotions officer.\nDemand had outstripped production by 1982 and a new plant covering more than 6 acres was built in Withers Road Rouse Hill. The Dynamic Lifter organisation remained a family business until 1995.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm sold off his Dynamic Lifter Australian and New Zealand operations in 1995 to Arthur Yates (an Australian Company). He has retained control of his overseas operations in America, Hawaii, India, the Middle East, South East Asia, and the Pacific Islands.", "Norm Jennings - A Tribute\nNorm is extremely proud of the fact that Dynamic Lifter has been such a success, and that it has all evolved from the efforts of a lad from Riverstone. He is also very proud of the fact that he has never had to advertise, he has relied on the quality of the product, from the publicity given in magazines and from TV shows such as Burkes Backyard.\nIt is now recognised as a true organic fertiliser with the concept now taught in Universities and Agricultural Colleges throughout the world."]

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Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard

["Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nBeyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nDecrease quantity for Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nIncrease quantity for Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nFrom the magical moments on set as Draco Malfoy to the challenges of growing up in the spotlight, get a backstage pass into Tom Felton's life on and off the big screen.", "Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nTom Felton's adolescence was anything but ordinary. His early rise to fame in beloved films like The Borrowers catapulted him into the limelight, but nothing could prepare him for what was to come after he landed the iconic role of the Draco Malfoy, the bleached blonde villain of the Harry Potter movies. For the next ten years, he was at the center of a huge pop culture phenomenon and yet, in between filming, he would go back to being a normal teenager trying to fit into a normal school.", "Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nSpeaking with great candor and his signature humor, Tom shares his experience growing up as part of the wizarding world while also trying to navigate the muggle world. He tells stories from his early days in the business like his first acting gig where he was mistaken for fellow blonde child actor Macaulay Culkin and his Harry Potter audition where, in a very Draco-like move, he fudged how well he knew the books the series was based on (not at all)", "Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nHe reflects on his experiences working with cinematic greats such as Alan Rickman, Sir Michael Gambon, Dame Maggie Smith, and Ralph Fiennes (including that awkward Voldemort hug). And, perhaps most poignantly, he discusses the lasting relationships he made over that decade of filming, including with Emma Watson, who started out as a pesky nine-year-old whom he mocked for not knowing what a boom mic was but who soon grew into one of his dearest friends", "Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard\nTom Felton's Beyond the Wand is an entertaining, funny, and poignant must-read for any Harry Potter fan. Prepare to meet a real-life wizard.\nBy Tom Felton"]

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UK cop shops his own son over Apple bill

["UK cop shops his own son over Apple bill\nUK cop shops his own son over Apple bill\nFather forced to report his own son for fraud after racking up \u00a33,700 from in-app purchases", "UK cop shops his own son over Apple bill\nA police officer has reported his own son for fraud after Apple refused to refund a bill for \u00a33,700 racked up through in app purchases. The father, Doug Crossan took the extreme measure to recover the money after his son made more than 300 in app purchases, according to the Daily Mail. Among the games played were Plants vs Zombies, Nova 3 and others. According to Crossan, his son and he though the purchases were free and we're being made with real money", "UK cop shops his own son over Apple bill\nresponsibility to lock down their iOS devices, such as through the parental control setting, which can disable in app purchases altogether. Crossan was forced to report the purchases as unauthorised to have the charges reversed. The action means his son will be held liable for the charges. Crossan admits he doesn't want to see his son arrested, but he does \"want to embarrass Apple as much as possible.\""]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.italia.it/en/liguria/triora

Discover Triora, the village of witches and homemade bread in Liguria

["Discover Triora, the village of witches and homemade bread in Liguria\nTriora is a fascinating village. Strolling through its streets, one is enchanted by the small carrugi, the arches carved out of the rock, the beautiful slate portals, the dark caverns of the old ruined houses: everything seems to want to recreate a mysterious atmosphere, and indeed Triora is... the village of witches. All you have to do is stop and wait, and the stories will catch up with you: legends linked to 'strie' and 'basue', witches and magic, are still told here", "Discover Triora, the village of witches and homemade bread in Liguria\nIn 1588, some women in the village were the victims of one of the bloodiest witchcraft trials in Liguria, and evidence of this event is preserved in the small Ethnographic and Witchcraft Museum, located at the beginning of the village. Also worth visiting is the Cabotina, where legend has it that witches used to gather", "Discover Triora, the village of witches and homemade bread in Liguria\nIn addition to the mystery, however, Triora is also a village where the scent of bread can be smelt in the small streets: the typical bread is dark and homemade, and with its aromas it tells the oldest story, that of the link between man and the land."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.laaclu.org/en/press-releases/abandoned-and-abused-after-katrina-orleans-parish-prison-inmate-files-suit

ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison

["ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nNEW ORLEANS - Citing violations of basic civil rights after Katrina hit the unevacuated and ultimately flooded Orleans Parish Prison (OPP), the ACLU of Louisiana will file a federal lawsuit today on behalf of OPP inmate Ronnie L. Morgan, Jr. Orleans Parish Sheriff Marlin Gusman failed to ensure the safety and proper care of inmates in his custody, while forcibly keeping them in the path of Hurricane Katrina and the resulting floodwaters", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nUpon Morgan's transfer to Elayn Hunt Correctional Center, Warden Cornel Hubert allowed an unprovoked beating and stabbing of Mr. Morgan, a federal protective custody inmate.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\n\"Mr. Morgan's case only adds to a sordid history of neglect at one of the most dangerous and mismanaged jails in the country,\" said Joe Cook, Executive Director, ACLU of Louisiana. \"The culture of neglect was evident in the days before Katrina. Even as the mayor declared the first ever mandatory evacuation, Sheriff Gusman kept 6,000 adult inmates in place, and accepted others, including juveniles as young as 10, from other facilities to ride out the storm.\"", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nOn August 28, 2005, as Hurricane Katrina headed for New Orleans, Sheriff Gusman appeared at a press conference at which he was asked whether the inmates would be evacuated from Orleans Parish Prison. He announced that the facility had backup generators, was fully staffed, and that the prisoners would remain \"where they belong.\"", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\n\"Sheriff Gusman had a basic duty to execute an effective emergency operations plan,\" said Katie Schwartzmann, Staff Attorney, ACLU of Louisiana. \"His failure to protect human beings who were unable to protect themselves caused serious harm to Mr. Morgan and other OPP inmates. This failure is a violation of basic human rights principles and the Constitution.\"", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nWhen the storm hit New Orleans on Monday, August 29, 2005, the generators at Orleans Parish Prison failed, and the jail plunged into darkness. The inmates did not have food, water, or medical care. The toilets backed up with human waste. The situation remained like this for days. Mr. Morgan was held in the House of Detention facility, as a federal inmate in protective custody.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nUltimately, Mr. Morgan was moved by boat from Orleans Parish Prison and then transported to Elayn Hunt Correctional Center in St. Gabriel, Louisiana. At Hunt, thousands of OPP evacuees were placed on an open field surrounded by guards. Mr. Morgan and other inmates advised a Hunt official that they were in protective custody and should not be placed in the general population. An individual is placed in protective custody when there is a threat to that person's safety from other inmates", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nIn spite of their objections, and in spite of the fact that inmates already on the field were gathering to attack them, the Hunt official forced the protective custody inmates onto the field.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nWithin minutes of being placed on the field, the protective custody inmates came under assault. Mr. Morgan was viciously beaten and stabbed in the head and neck by other inmates. Bleeding from the head, he asked the guards for help, but they refused and left him on the field with his attackers. Afraid to sleep, he wandered the field in the rain in blood-soaked clothing to avoid further attacks.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nMr. Morgan was finally evacuated from the field at Elayn Hunt, while never having received medical care for his wounds or protection from the guards, despite requesting both. Therefore, he turned to the court for relief with the requested help of the ACLU.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nThis case underscores once again the call by the ACLU's National Prison Project in the wake of its recent \"Abandoned and Abused\" report on OPP. The ACLU has urged the President to direct the Department of Justice to evaluate OPP's current evacuation plans in an effort to determine whether any meaningful improvements have been made over the past year. The ACLU has also asked Congress to audit the jail's emergency preparedness plans", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nThe ACLU is calling for a full and immediate investigation into abuses at Louisiana correctional facilities during and after the storm and is also urging the DOJ to make the findings from such an investigation public and accessible to state and federal prosecutors.", "ACLU of Louisiana to File Federal Lawsuit on Behalf of Inmate at Flooded Orleans Parish Prison\nThe case will proceed in the Eastern District of Louisiana in New Orleans. Cooperating Attorney Vincent Booth of New Orleans and Katie Schwartzmann, Staff Attorney for the ACLU of Louisiana, serve as counsel for Mr. Morgan.\npdf2006_Morgan_v_Gusman_Complaint_0.pdf\npdf2006_Report_OPP_Katrina_2.pdf"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://fermataterra.ilgiornaledellarte.com/en/p/the-eternal-pendulum-that-is-italy

The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy

["The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nFermata Terra\n1.1|Umberto Allemandi\nChange or sink: nature demands\n1.2|Conversation between Eugenio Viola and Gianmaria Tosatti\nEcologies\nThe world is a forest\n2.1|Mauro Garofalo with a text by Gilles Cl\u00e9ment\nThe comet machines\n2.2|Nicol\u00f2 Porcelluzzi\nQueer ecology\n2.3|Timothy Morton\nHuman responses\nThe isotropy of non-authoritarian art\n3.1|Alessandro Melis\nNature as the pooling of a society\n3.2|Conversation between Matthew Gandy and Tiziana Villani\nH\u00f4tel de la Lune: a hospital for the soul", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\n3.3|Conversation between Vicente Todol\u00ec and Franco Fanelli\nArt deprives itself of nothing and \u201cnaturally\u201d also touches nature\n3.4|Conversazione tra Achille Bonito Oliva e Clarissa Ricci\nA real panorama, not a gathering of solitudes\n3.5|Leonardo Caffo\nEye that sees is seen. Carlo Levi\u2019s porous ecologies\n3.6|Giorgina Bertolino\nSong of an Italian who got lost in his pavilion\n3.7|Gianluigi Ricuperati\nThe Great Deception\nThe querelle des lucioles\n4.1|Francesco Zucconi", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe long-drawn \u00abmalapolvere\u00bb story still awaits justice\n4.2|Silvana Mossano\nIt was a failure of imagination\n4.3|Conversation between David Quammen and Francesco Guglieri\nYou didn\u2019t see anything in Hiroshima\n4.4|Leonardo Previ\nA single body is poor, a collective body is revolutionary\n4.5|Conversation between Christian Marazzi and Luigi Cerutti\nThe eternal pendulum that is Italy\n4.6|Leonardo Eredi\nDialogues and essays on the economic and ecological model of yesterday, today and tomorrow.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nA Giornale dell'Arte project realized within the context of the Italian Pavilion at the 59. Esposizione Internazionale d'Arte - La Biennale di Venezia, promoted by the Direzione Generale Creativit\u00e0 Contemporanea of the Ministry of Culture.\n\u00a9 1983-2022 Societ\u00e0 Editrice Umberto Allemandi S.r.l. - Piazza Emanuele Filiberto, 13/15 10122 Torino - P.IVA 04272580012\nContributors (in alphabetical order):", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nUmberto Allemandi, Giorgina Bertolino, Achille Bonito Oliva, Leonardo Caffo, Luigi Cerutti, Gilles Cl\u00e9ment, Leonardo Eredi, Franco Fanelli, Matthew Gandy, Mauro Garofalo, Francesco Guglieri, Christian Marazzi, Alessandro Melis, Timothy Morton, Silvana Mossano, Nicol\u00f2 Porcelluzzi, Leonardo Previ, David Quammen, Clarissa Ricci, Gianluigi Ricuperati, Enrico Tantucci, Vicente Todol\u00ec, Gian Maria Tosatti, Tiziana Villani, Eugenio Viola, Francesco Zucconi.\nFilippo Berta\nImages Production\nLaura Di Teodoro", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nDesign & Code\nNerone Design Collective\nAna Ciurans, Lucian Comoy, Anna Maria Farinato, David Graham, Vincenzo Grasso, Rosa Martinez, Simon Turner\nCapitolo 4: The Great Deception\nFrom the two souls of Faust evoked by Guido Carli to the abandonment of the countryside as witnessed by Nuto Revelli, here is a fresco in two acts illustrating the country of yesterday and today, suspended between a corporatist tendency and more liberalist ones, in search of the values that inspired the best revolutions in Italy", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn the last years of his life, Guido Carli often returned to the image of \u2018Faust\u2019s two souls\u2019, picking up on Goethe\u2019s masterpiece with which he had practised his German during the period he spent as a student in Munich in 1936. Carli was convinced that there were two conflicting souls in the Italian economy, just as there were in Doctor Faust\u2019s heart, and that their contrasts always recurred, sharpening their divisive effects", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe economic system, Carli said in his substantial memoir (Cinquant\u2019anni di economia italiana, in collaboration with Paolo Peluffo, Laterza Roma-Bari 1993), was torn between two opposing tendencies: \u201cOne recognises the solution to the problem of wealth production and its distribution according to principles of equity in the State itself, in economic planning by the State, in the management of enterprises by public hands", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe other assumes that it is up to the public authorities merely to lay down general rules to guide the initiative of individuals to satisfy the needs of the community and of individuals\u201d", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe struggle between these two souls, Carli continued, has always been \u201cunequal\u201d, because on the one hand there is a minority (indeed, he pointed out, \u201ca small minority\u201d) defending the prerogatives of the market, mobilised \u201cagainst the animal spirits of the entire Italian ruling class\u201d, ready to fall back \u201cinto the protective mould of a corporative society\u201d", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nHowever, this falling back did not happen because, as a result of \u201cone of those historical cases in which luck, causality and brilliant intuition are intertwined\u201d, it was pushed, at least during Carli\u2019s lifetime, towards \u201cadherence to international monetary institutions\u201d, adopting a path capable of conditioning its future and laying the foundations for the country\u2019s prosperity", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn the final phase of his autobiographical reflection, Carli made the sense of his participation in the public life of the country coincide with the path he had taken to steer Italy in a direction in which it would not otherwise have gone spontaneously. Because if the country had indulged its \u201canimal spirits\u201d it would have ended up in a completely different place and would have reintroduced a heavy corporative shell at its anti-market core, which had been erected and perfected during the Fascist regime", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe judgement is very heavy, in its substance: Carli did not denounce so much an attitude that permeated the deep fibres of the nation, but a way of being ingrained in the ruling classes, accusing them of an innate propensity that led them to slide towards a corporative drift adverse to any thrust towards development", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIt is striking that such an assessment should be expressed by a man who was born into the ruling classes and never left them, thanks to a cursus honorum that was prestigious like few others, and which saw him pile up post after post from an early age: president of the Italian Foreign Exchange Office, minister for foreign trade, governor of the Bank of Italy, president of Confindustria (the only one not to have arrived from the ranks of businessmen), Christian Democrat senator and treasury minister", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nYet Carli considered and presented himself as belonging to a civil, political and intellectual minority that had deployed its influence in making Italy take the steps which it had been reluctant about. Was his reconstruction the fruit of an autobiographical itinerary conceived and rationalised a posteriori, with the aim of imparting coherence to a story that was perhaps not so consistent", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\n? And how much is there in his story that is still significant for Italy today, with its problematic approach to Europe and its uncertain place in the international system", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\n? Carli\u2019s path was not necessarily mapped out from the start, although his family\u2019s status meant that he was immediately a member of the ruling classes. Carli was born in 1914, when his father Filippo was still at the height of his youthful activity as secretary of the Brescia Chamber of Commerce and, at the same time, as promoter of the corporative ideas that his son would one day fight", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nFilippo Carli became known as the ideologist of the economic wing of the Italian nationalists, of which he was the leading figure. He was anything but a liberalist: on the contrary, he was a real opponent of Einaudi\u2019s ideas, which he considered unsuitable for the development of industrial Italy. He wanted a true leonine partnership to be signed between the state and business (especially the large steel companies in his native Brescia)", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nHe imagined that the \u2018cartels\u2019 would dominate the market, that an organic, indestructible alliance would be established between the nation, industry and labour. These ideas underwent some change but remained substantially unaltered in their original basis and Filippo Carli saw in Fascism the agent that would implement them. During the years of the regime he was rewarded with a chair in sociology, since as an economist he was a little too heterodox to be admitted into academic circles", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nHis son grew up on his shadow, indeed so much so that he completed the studies to which Filippo had directed him. He studied economics, yes, but on line with a corporatist approach (which is also evidenced by the aforementioned penchant for German). Unfortunately, Filippo died just as Guido was about to graduate", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe problem of a job immediately arose: the solution came with a post at IRI, which is not surprising in the context of this story (IRI = Istituto per la Ricostruzione Industriale; in English: \u2018Institute for Industrial Reconstruction\u2019) . It was \u201ca priest originally from Val Trompia, in the province of Brescia [again, the \u2018ironbound\u2019 ties of that land], a friend of the Montini family who were linked to [his] by ancient friendship\u201d that helped him get the job, a reticent Carli was later to say", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThere are those who think that the priest might be Giovanni Battista Montini, the future Pope Paul VI. The fact is that, introduced to another young economist, the Catholic Sergio Paronetto, who was already a prominent figure in Via Veneto, where the IRI had its headquarters, Carli took his first steps in the environment in which the interpenetration of state and business had been achieved", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIt was there that he met Paronetto, who was the author of an early \u2018bible\u2019 of the new economy according to Catholic doctrine, the Camaldoli Code. There too, he became acquainted with Donato Menichella, later his predecessor at the Banca d\u2019Italia. This long introduction serves to recall how Carli was well introduced into the decision-making and administrative circuits of the public economy, with which he was involved well before the liberal milieu to which he later professed he belonged", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThis is a sign that Faust\u2019s souls were not yet so distinct in his youth and when he first entered the economic profession. Carli\u2019s liberal approach, the one he was never subsequently to abandon, was born after the collapse of Fascism, when he packed up and put away forever the theories of his father and his friends, supporters all of corporatism. The turning point came in 1943-44, when Carli began to frequent liberal political and intellectual circles", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIt was then that he changed direction and, immediately afterwards, jumped ship in favour of the United States and Western values. In the post-war period, Carli confidently chose the path of participation in technical bodies which saw cooperation between Italy and the Western system firmly established. This process began with Alcide De Gasperi\u2019s trip to the United States, which outlined the political turnaround of the Italian government, now unreservedly siding with the Atlantic camp", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nFor Carli, this was translated in economic terms by the full acceptance of the Bretton Woods monetary agreements, which allowed Italy to enter a new framework of internationalisation, favouring the strengthening and modernisation of its industrial apparatus, a strategy that found its cornerstone in the growth of Vittorio Valletta\u2019s Fiat on the American model. These were the years of Carli\u2019s great successes, as well as the rise of the Italian economy", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nHis career developed rapidly, after the fundamental moment that saw his appointment to the Ministry of Foreign Trade, just when the policy of commercial liberalisation was being implemented. Carli rightly saw this as the cornerstone on which to build the foundations of European integration", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn his ex-post analysis, the history of Italian development always appears to be framed within one of economic, monetary, commercial and banking institutions, the purpose of which is to determine the rules and scope of Italy\u2019s productive expansion. From a personal point of view, this story culminated for Carli with his taking the place of Menichella at the Banca d\u2019Italia, which probably inaugurated the phase of his greatest political influence", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nCarli arrived at the Banca d\u2019Italia relatively young (he was forty-six years old), with a strong consensus patiently built up from the end of the war onwards. The outgoing governor would probably not have chosen him as his successor, but he did not obstruct his nomination. Carli thus benefited from the aura of prestige surrounding the figure of the governor, reinforced year after year by the public reading of the Final Considerations, an appointment that became a ritual of power", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThe drafting of the Banca d\u2019Italia\u2019s Annual Report is, would Carli recall, a demanding appointment to which he devoted the greatest care. He was assisted by the greatest Italian banker of the time, Raffaele Mattioli, the president of the Banca Commerciale, who never failed to make acute and unprejudiced observations, and the economist Federico Caff\u00e8, the most rigorous of left-wing economists, who never tired of reviewing the drafts of the Final Considerations", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nFifteen years in office is a long time for the governor of a central bank, especially if the period coincides with the end of the so-called \u2018economic miracle\u2019 (a definition challenged to the core by Mattioli). The brief season of Italian development was consumed in a handful of years, soon giving way to a different era, in which economic issues became more complicated", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nA period in which Italian society lost its homogeneity and broke up into conflicting nuclei, and economic policy became uncertain, often informed by a logic of compromise.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn his memoirs, Carli dwells on this period to document, on the one hand, how corporate temptations tend to reappear and, on the other, to indicate how the way to be rid of them was to anchor Italy to international constraints that would regulate any deviant economic behaviour", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nFor him, this was the path that led to Maastricht, after years punctuated by moments of personal disappointment (his experience at the head of Confindustria was disappointing, and even more so his battle to contain public spending and debt as Treasury Minister). Of course, Carli was perfectly aware that the constraints signed up to for the single European currency are far more stringent than those of Bretton Woods", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nAnd he realised, in close dialogue with his successor at the Bank of Italy, Paolo Baffi, that the creation of a single monetary area under German domination entailed very heavy costs and risks for Italy. But he was convinced that Italy cannot shake off these constraints without risking losing itself, leaving its economy heading for collapse. His certainty has been called into question over and over again in the last twenty years, after the euro became a reality", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nLikewise, the tussle between the different souls of the Italian economy comes up again and again, with new questions. Perhaps these souls are not as clearly separated and opposed as Carli presented them, when he referred to Goethe\u2019s Faust, but they certainly underpin a confrontation that has never been concluded once and for all.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nAct II: Nuto Revelli, the abandoned countryside and a growing Italy\n\u201cI liked living up there. The air was good, the water was good. The water was our wine. We had everything that together is called freedom. It was like having wings. Here at the boarding house I feel a bit like in prison. At night, when I dream, I dream up there. My house, my first house, was a black house, but I liked it so much. Up there the eagle flies.\u201d Giovanna Giavelli", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThere is everything in Nuto Revelli\u2019s words, in his cycle of the defeated. There would be little to add and much to ponder:\n\u201cEvery time I came to Caudano he received me in his low, dark, black kitchen, in that untidiness of which he was jealous. And he would offer me the usual glass of coffee and sugar. He always slipped seven teaspoons of sugar into my coffee, no more, no less. The abundant sugar was also a sign of hospitality, of friendship. But it was above all a revenge against his past.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nAugust 1981. Vincens went back to Caudano as often as he could. He is the one who introduced me to the circle in the village. This testimony of his is an x-ray of a small community that is inexorably dying out, day after day:\n\u201cCaudano has really gone downhill. Every time I go back to my village, before entering my house, I have to cut down the nettles that now invade everything. The abandoned houses, which until three years ago still had a roof, are now falling down one after the other.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn the 1950s, many young people from the valley went to Fiat. Three were from Caudano. In those days Fiat was a big thing; it was a company as big as the state. People used to say: \u2018Fiat is a safe haven\u2019. Then the sixties, the Michelin years, and the second great wave of young people who left the valley.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nWhen I moved to Strevi, fifteen years ago, there were still eight families living here in Caudano, about twenty people. Now there are still two families, seven people. Of these seven inhabitants, three are over eighty: Blot, Pin\u00e8t, and Tansin. Then there is Ninin who is seventy-eight. Martin is sixty-seven, his wife Anna is fifty-five, and their son Renzo who is twenty-six. It\u2019s very rare that in our villages there is still a young man like Renzo", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nHe could have joined Michelin, but he doesn\u2019t want anything to do with the factory. He says he doesn\u2019t want to sell his freedom. He\u2019s in love with the mountains. Ah, yes, yes. He\u2019s someone to marry. [\u2026]", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nTwo years ago, the Giordana family moved to Dronero. There were six of them, and with their departure the village suddenly emptied out. With the Giordanas, life was gone and gone too was the harmony that still existed in Caudano. [\u2026]", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn ten years there will be no one here. Unless all the factories close, or the workers are laid off. Or if a war breaks out. They haven\u2019t abolished wars, after all. As long as they arm themselves, as long as they build tanks and atomic bombs, a war is always possible. So, if some upheaval were to occur, this would still be a safe place in which to hide! [\u2026]", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nIn our area there are few farmers; you can count them on the tips of your fingers. There are no more young people actually working in agriculture. It\u2019s fair to say that almost every family has a relative working in Alba, at Ferrero, Miroglio, or at the Societ\u00e0 San Paolo\u2026 A girl working at Ferrero earns over three hundred thousand lire, a very respectable salary. A young woman who has a job is free; she no longer has to depend on her father or husband, as was the case in the past", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nEconomic independence is very important. I see it in my mother\u2026, since she has her pension she has felt freer, more independent. Until twenty years ago, many girls went off to work as servants. Then the factory came and interrupted that almost obligatory rigmarole. My cousin was one of the first to go and work for Ferrero, in 1955, when she was eighteen. Oh, her decision seemed quite sensational at the time. Then it became normal for girls to go and work in factories. [\u2026].\u201d[1]", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThis is the story of post-war Italy, the Italy that saw the countryside empty itself, peasant life become even more impoverished and lose its meaning for civil society. The land became a nuisance, or an accessory, something that had to produce and be kept quiet. From this physical emptying, the attitudinal and cultural unravelling began. Reading Revelli, like Fenoglio, seems an archaic gesture, an ancient, almost rhetorical exercise. And yet, we believed in it. We believed in modernity", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nSo did the poor classes, who discovered prosperity, as well as the ruling classes, who became rich and had a fixed idea: what you take away from one side you add to the other. If we throw concrete here, we will plant a tree there, and technology will save us. While money cleansed the consciences of some, the Enlightenment drive stubbornly kept alive the idea that science and research would not fail and that the planet would save itself", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nNo one could doubt this, just as no one in the 1970s thought they would not find a job or retire. But that unravelling, we know today, was too great. The earth is a nuisance, it is something that has to follow our rhythm, a rhythm that is no longer earth-based. So perhaps we will just have to inhabit other planets, because there seems to be little space left for us here. We genuinely believed this", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\nThat there would be no more war, although one is now beating at our door, that science would solve the problem of pollution, that we could shoot waste into space, and that the earth would be a fungible commodity. This has not been the case, and now that the bombs are falling, we can no longer even take refuge in the place where we were born.", "The Eternal Pendulum That Is Italy\n[1] From L\u2019anello forte. La donna: storie di vita contadina by Nuto Revelli, Einaudi Torino 1985.\n\u2022 Leonardo Eredi\nLeonardo Eredi is a historian and professor of industrial economics."]

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https://theweek.com/news/1007560/police-reportedly-seize-hard-drives-from-marilyn-mansons-home-amid-sexual-assault

Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe

["Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nPolice reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nbyBrendan Morrow\nDanny E. Martindale/Getty Images\nMarilyn Manson's home has reportedly been raided by the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department amid a probe into the sexual abuse allegations against him.\nDetectives executed a search warrant on Monday at Manson's house in West Hollywood while he was not at home, TMZ reports. Police seized storage units, including hard drives, the report said.", "Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nThe Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department confirmed in February it was \"\u200b\u200binvestigating allegation(s) of domestic violence involving Mr. Brian Warner, also known as 'Marilyn Manson'\" and would be looking into incidents that \"occurred between 2009 and 2011 when Mr", "Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nWarner lived in the city of West Hollywood.\" Multiple women have come forward to accuse Manson of abuse, including actress Evan Rachel Wood, who on Instagram alleged her ex-fianc\u00e9 \"started grooming me when I was a teenager and horrifically abused me for years.\"", "Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nManson has been facing multiple lawsuits from his accusers, with Game of Thrones star Esm\u00e9 Bianco taking him to court for alleged sexual assault and human trafficking. The lawsuit accuses Manson of \"spanking, biting, cutting, and whipping Ms. Bianco's buttocks, breasts, and genitals\" without consent and of using \"drugs, force, and threats of force to coerce sexual acts from Ms", "Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nBianco on multiple occasions.\" Manson has also been accused of having a \"solitary-confinement cell\" that he allegedly used to \"psychologically torture women,\" Rolling Stone reported. Earlier this year, a warrant was issued for Manson's arrest in connection with misdemeanor assault charges that stemmed from a 2019 incident at a concert. He turned himself in and was released in July.", "Police reportedly seize hard drives from Marilyn Manson's home amid sexual assault probe\nManson was dropped by his record label, Loma Vista Recordings, in the wake of the sexual abuse allegations in February, and he was also removed from the shows Creepshow and American Gods. He has denied all of the allegations against him, contending that \"my intimate relationships have always been entirely consensual with like-minded partners.\""]

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https://www.colonialsociety.org/node/1085

Records of Trinity Church, Boston

["Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nFROM the very beginning of its existence the Colonial Society of Massachusetts has made one of its major aims the publication of the documentary records of important Massachusetts institutions during the colonial period", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nVolume 2 of the Society\u2019s publications, Massachusetts Royal Commissions, 1681\u20131774, started this policy, and over the years it has been continued with five volumes of the records of Harvard College (Volumes 15, 16, 31, 49, and 50); two volumes of Plymouth Church Records (Volumes 22 and 23); two volumes of the Records of the Suffolk County Court, 1671\u20131680 (Volumes 29 and 30); and three volumes of the Records of the First Church in Boston (Volumes 39, 40, and 41)", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nThese two volumes of the Records of Trinity Church, Boston, therefore, continue a tradition of the Society and by adding the records of one of the oldest Anglican churches in the city provide balance to earlier collections.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nAs with so many of the Society\u2019s present projects, our late Editor of Publications, Walter Muir Whitehill, was a prime mover in this one. Himself an Anglican, he was naturally interested in the early history of Trinity Church. In 1971, at Mr. Whitehill\u2019s suggestion, the Council of the Society voted that the records of Trinity Church be edited for publication by James Bishop Peabody, a close friend of Mr. Whitehill\u2019s. Mr", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nPeabody immediately began work on the project and had all but completed it at the time of his death in 1978. With almost all the material in galleys, not to finish the job was unthinkable. Fortunately for the Society, its present President, Andrew Oliver, who had had a keen interest in the project since its inception, agreed to complete the work. These two volumes, therefore, represent the combined efforts of Messrs. Peabody and Oliver.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nFrom the start of this project it was decided that the records of Trinity Church should be published in letterpress, following the original documents as closely as possible but omitting editorial comment or annotation. The purpose was simply to make available in print what could otherwise be seen only by obtaining access to a bank\u2019s vaults, where the old record books are kept", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nThe subject matter of these volumes, largely minute books, financial accounts, and vital statistics, appeal primarily to the specialist rather than to the general reader, and with hundreds of names mentioned in the records, it was believed the time and expense required for annotation would be unjustified.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nThe task, therefore, was to obtain Xerox copies of the records, reduce them to typescript, and then go to press. Under Mr. Peabody\u2019s guidance this was done, but unfortunately, during the long illness preceding his death, much of the typescript was sent to the printer without his having been able to read and correct it, or to establish a consistent practice with respect to the details of transcription", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nWith the bulk of the material in galley proofs, to bring conformity with respect to abbreviations\u2014which to expand and which not, for example\u2014would have required resetting most of the first half of the work. It was therefore determined that where it made no difference to the sense of an entry, it was left as it was set in galleys", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nThus \u201cSeptr\u201d in the original is sometimes but not always expanded to \u201cSeptember,\u201d \u201cRev\u201d to \u201cReverend,\u201d \u201cwch\u201d to \u201cwhich,\u201d \u201cYr\u201d or \u201cyor\u201d to \u201cyour,\u201d \u201cHonble\u201d to \u201cHonorable\u201d and so forth. There are numerous instances of inconsistencies of this kind throughout these volumes but none of them is of any significance. Spelling and capitalization have been preserved as in the original and vary widely with the different scribes that kept the records from time to time.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nFollowing Mr. Peabody\u2019s death, all of the galleys were closely checked against the Xerox copies of the original records, and except in the case of abbreviations, corrections have been made wherever necessary to make the copy conform to the original. Proper names appear with a wide variety of spelling. In the index an effort is made to group together different spellings of the same name, but the reader must, in some instances, draw his own conclusion as to who was meant by a particular spelling", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nIn many cases the scribe left a blank for a name or part of a name, as though he intended to supply it later. These blanks have been left as in the original. Occasional errors in addition appear in the original financial accounts. These have not been corrected. During the years 1735 to 1750 Old Style dating, in which the year commences on 25 March, was largely used in the original records. This practice has been preserved. The old dating appears on pages 30\u2013113, 523\u2013538, 715\u2013720, and 767\u2013773.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nSo far as possible the material appears in chronological order, which is not necessarily the order in which it is found in the original records. The scribes must often have accumulated copies of letters and minutes of meetings and then, at a later date, entered them all together, perhaps following the last entry in the book, or sometimes turning the volume over and starting from the back", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nIt was concluded that so long as the original text was adhered to, a chronological order of entries would be most intelligible. Certain documents that are reproduced in the first volume and its appendices were obviously copied into the record book from the originals, and in some instances the copyist made obvious mistakes in his transcription. These mistakes have not been corrected and appear as written in the record books.", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nThese two volumes are numbered and paginated consecutively. The nature of the material, rather than a simple arithmetical division, has determined the contents of each. The first volume, which contains about two-thirds of the records, deals with the minutes of meetings and other church activities. The second volume, which contains the remaining third, consists of Vital Statistics\u2014Baptisms, Marriages, and Burials and Funerals", "Records of Trinity Church, Boston\nPurists may be concerned at some of the editorial inconsistencies in these volumes. We are confident, however, that in no instance has the meaning of the original been lost.\nAndrew Oliver"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.rediff.com/news/report/aus-parties-woo-independents-to-form-govt/20100823.htm?print=true

Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government

["Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nAus: Parties woo independents to form govt\nAustralia's two main parties scrambled to woo three independent lawmakers, who have emerged as 'king-makers,' to cobble up the country's first minority government since World War II. With a cliffhanger election delivering a hung parliament for the first time in 70 years, both Labor leader Julia Gillard, and Conservative Tony Abott were lobbying for support of three independents and a Green lawmaker.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nAs Labor and the opposition Liberal-National party coalition were projected to win 73 seats each in the 150-seat parliament, the three independents, Rob Oakeshott, Tony Windsor and Bob Katter have virtually become kingmakers. The three parliamentarians who have past ties with Abott's party in their first comment after the polls, said they were ready to stand shoulder to shoulder to produce a stable government, but kept their alliance options open.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nExperts warned that the nation's future could hang in balance for weeks or months, leaving stock and currency markets, in a flux. Prime Minister Gillard who came to power after deposing Labor's elected prime minister Kevin Rudd in a party coup, despite the setbacks vowed to retain a controversial tax on mining if she succeeds in forming a government.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nClaiming she had entered into a breakthrough agreement with Australian mining giants about the mineral resource tax, Gillard said she will be honouring the agreement. The mining tax could emerge as a tool of tilting the balance as Abott has promised to scrap the levy if he becomes the prime minister. Officials are still counting two million postal and absentee votes, a process which could take 10 days to two weeks.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nBoth Gillard and Abott have opened negotiations with the three key independents but both did not divulge what they had offered to them. For the punters, the bet is on Labor to emerge as favourites to form the government. Gillard said she was not prepared to discuss publicly what she was willing to do to gain support for her government. \"I'm not going to play games of ruling things in and ruling things out,\" she said, while assuring transparency once a deal was negotiated.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nThree other important players in these uncertain times are Andrew Wilkie, an independent who may still win the seat of Denison from Labor, the Australian Greens' Adam Bandt, who snatched Melbourne from the government, and WA Nationals giant-slayer Tony Crook, who ousted Liberal veteran Wilson Tuckey. Bandt has signalled he's more inclined to work with Labor, while Wilkie would be willing to talk to both Labor and the coalition.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nWhile Crook comes from the conservative side of politics, he has indicated he is considering sitting on the crossbenches and would entertain working with Labor - if it abandoned the mining tax. Crook declared that was a \"major stumbling block\" to him supporting a minority Labor government. \"We wanted no mining tax,\" he said.", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\n\"To that end it's very likely we're not going to be talking to Gillard\". Apart from this, Governor-General Quentin Bryce reportedly confirmed that she was seeking advice relating to concerns about her family connection to Labor powerbroker Bill Shorten, who is married to her daughter Chloe. Labor will need to show the governor-general it can command a majority on the floor of the parliament's lower house to win her approval for a minority government", "Australia's parties scramble to woo independents to form minority government\nIn a statement posted on the governor-general's website, her office said: \"The governor-general is seeking advice on concerns raised about her personal position in the current political circumstances\"."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.absoluteanime.com/nightwalker/yayoi

Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective

["Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nCharacter Profile: Yayoi Matsunaga\nYayoi Matsunaga Yayoi Matsunaga\nEarly 30's Early 30's\nBlack (red-magenta in the first 4 episodes) Black (red-magenta in the first 4 episodes)\nBlue (light blue-gray in the first 4 episodes) Blue (light blue-gray in the first 4 episodes)\n5'1\" About 155 cm\nGovernment law enforcement agent Government law enforcement agent\n\"If losing my sister is the price to pay, then I don't want this face!\"\nMari Devon (credited as Jane Alan) Emi Shinohara", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nThe First Night: \"A Visitor in the Night\" The First Night: \"A Visitor in the Night\"\nNightWalker: Midnight Detective Mayonaka no Tantei Nightwalker\nThe above info came from Elwin Blaine Coldiron, and was edited by yours truly. The image came from NightWalker.\nCharacter Description: Yayoi Matsunaga", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nThe youngest of identical twin sisters, Yayoi Matsunaga was horribly disfigured in a fire when she was five years old, which also killed her parents. Her older twin, Kasumi, was spared because of a nightbreed who wanted her unharmed body. As a result, Kasumi was forced by the nightbreed to kill innocent people and rip off their faces. Yayoi, not knowing of what was going on, grew up with her sister, all the while hating Kasumi for being unharmed.", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nAll this changed when Tatsuhiko Shido and Guni visited the inn that the sisters ran together. At first, Shido thought that it was Yayoi that was possessed by the nightbreed, mainly because of the hostile way that Yayoi treated Kasumi. But later, Yayoi had accessed a secret room in the basement of the inn. It was there that she, along with Shido, had found the faces in which the nightbreed that possessed Kasumi ripped off", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nBoth were horrified, and Kasumi was so anguished to find that her sister had discovered her shameful secret, that she dropped the lantern she was holding, starting a fire. There was a brief battle between the nightbreed and Shido, but Kasumi decided to end it all by throwing herself into the flames", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nYayoi, at last acknowledging her love for her sister, tried to save her, but Kasumi, knowing that the nightbreed would only accept a beautiful body, leapt into the fire, causing the nightbreed to leave her body, which Shido destroyed soon after. Both sisters were saved from the burning building, but Kasumi soon died from her injuries. Before that, however, Kasumi used the last of the nightbreed's power to give Yayoi her soul as well as her face.", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nSaddened by the loss of her sister, Yayoi soon joined the N.O.S., an agency whose duty is to investigate and eliminate nightbreed threats. She retains Shido to aid her in her quest, although her flirtatious attitude often causes Riho to get very jealous at her. She uses a standard 9mm automatic pistol loaded with silver-jacketed bullets, and fitted with an entry light.", "Yayoi Matsunaga - NightWalker: Midnight Detective\nBecause of the presence of Kasumi's soul within her, Yayoi has gained immunity from a vampire's bite. Because of this, she is able to give Shido, and later Riho, the blood they need to survive."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.cram.com/essay/Causes-Of-The-Third-Crusade/PKQYTP2MXZQ

The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome

["The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nIn this paper I will tell of the Third Crusade,the battles,the armies,the leaders and finally the outcome of this battle for the Holy Land.The Third Crusade occurred in the year of 1189 and lasted for a difficult three years.(Wiki) The Third crusade was caused by the capture of Jerusalem in 1187 by Saladin who was muslim.(A&E)The spreading of word that the Holy City had be captured by muslims spread like wildfire, soon the people would shout and scream for war,they wanted another crusade and that is exactly what they would get", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nWhat started the Third Crusade European leaders upon hearing the news were outraged at the fact that the Holy City was being controlled by Muslims. Three of the most important leaders in this crusade was King Philip \u2026show more content\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nPope Gregory VIII lived a short life as pope that lasted a mere 57 days,but in this time he issued the official decree for the third crusade and put the church back into friendly relations with the Holy Roman empire.His next successor was Pope clement VII as pope Gregory issued the third crusade clement was able to push England and France to work together for this religious conquest.\tLeaders of the Third Crusade The Third crusade was being organized by each of these men and they each played specific roles in the crusades,these men leading their crusaders would soon decide the outcome of this battle for the Holy land", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nKing Richard quickly attempted to raise money for support of the battle and he did this by persecuting and even robbing jews,next he imposed taxes among all classes but he still wasn\u2019t getting enough so he even began to sell royal lands and sold offices. King Richard was a very important figure to all the Christian Knights and he quickly went on his way to the Holy \u2026show more content\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nRichard had withdrawn his army because he was not able to take control of Jerusalem. Saladin began to attack Jaffa, because this was a main base for Richard\u2019s army (Cline). Richard finally landed in Jaffa and saw that the city was almost completely destroyed by Saladin. Richard quickly set up a relief force causing the muslims to flee (Cline). Saladin began to see the loses of his army were getting much worse, and this forced him to retreat completely and leave Jaffa", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nThe Christians were angry and decided to kill off the Jews that did not agree to convert over to Christianity. The Christian people looked at it as if they were just getting rid of their enemies. The angry Crusaders stormed into these cities and death started to fall among the Jews, \u201chundreds were slaughtered and property was burned and looted,\u201d and no Jew amongst them was safe (Jewish History)", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nMost of the Jews refused to convert to Christianity; therefore, they were killed alongside their family and friends. By the end of the second crusade, the future of the Jewish people was very bleak.\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nThe downfall of Creon and the royal family and the overall consequences of Creon\u2019s hubris cause the changes of the kingdom of Thebes. Antigone suffers ultimate consequences obeying the gods\u2019 will, primarily because of Creon\u2019s tyranny. Creon\u2019s family all end up dead because of his inability to tell what is right from wrong making him arrogant as he makes his decisions as a ruler. The kingdom of Thebes loses trust in their leader because had become a tyrant as he overused his power as\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nThe crusades is a sequences of revolutionary actions that started back in the eleventh century going through in the late thirteen century. In general the crusades was basically about a mixture between religious awareness and military initiatives. In Europe the Christians were impatient to take back Jerusalem which is known as their holy land. The church had the power to Knights, Chiefs and even Popes that were impatient to transfer their religion to other nations", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nDeus Lo Volt Analysis\nThe fall of this city put Jerusalem in danger, so the king of Jerusalem asked the pope for help. The pope agreed and sent Holy Roman Emperor Conrad III and Louis VIII of France to help. However, they were soon faced with disaster. Conrad didn\u2019t bring enough food and lost nine-tenths of his army. Things didn\u2019t look much better for Louis VIII\u2019s army who underwent a terrible journey filled with disease and attacks.\u2026\nChristian And Muslim Perspectives: The Crusades", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nNiketas stated, \u201chow horrible it was to see the divine body and blood of Christ poured out and thrown to the ground.\u201d He went on to describe the destruction of the religious property at Hagia Sophia, which underlines the crusaders incentive, which is the difference in religion (O City Pg. 226). The barbarians would not listen to anything that anyone would have to say. If someone spoke freely they were rebuked and would have had a sword drawn onto them or having a small difference in opinion (O City Pg", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nOne of the primary reasons for the proclaiming of the Crusades was to cut down the power of the Seljuks, who were a threat to the Byzantine Empire, and also the safety of Christians on all areas that they conquered, which included the holy city of Jerusalem. At the Council of Clermont the Pope said of the Turks: \u201cThey have killed and captured many, and have destroyed the churches and devastated the empire", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nIf you permit them to continue thus for awhile with impurity, the faithful of God will be much more widely attacked by them.\u201d The Crusades were an opportunity for people to make a name for themselves, and amass wealth, power, and glory. This was especially attractive towards second or third sons of nobles that wouldn\u2019t inherit their father\u2019s titles. Some of the first secular leaders to join up on the 1st Crusade were not kings, but counts and dukes.\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nDecline Of Constantinople Research Paper\nFaced with recently lost lands, financial distress and enemies on all sides, a civil war broke out in the nation, distracting him from the military needs of the empire. Asia Minor was completely lost, coin had to be devalued, and less grain was being brought into the city. It is clear here that the city had fallen from grace. Once at a high point, it was subject to unfortunate timing and circumstance in a relatively short period of\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nThe speech that Antony gave sparked a rage in the crowd and forced the conspirators to flee Rome. This leads to another bad decision that Brutus made. During the battle at the end of the play, Brutus thinks that victory was achieved when in reality, it was not. Titinius said, \u201c O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who having some advantage on Octavius, took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil\u201d (V.iii.5-8). All of these events caused a large negative effect on Brutus, and directly affected the\u2026", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nThe Crusades, Military expiditions in the 12th through the 14th centuries by the catholic church in response to muslim agression (Madden). At the end of the 11th century almost 2/3 of the ancient christean world had been taken over by muslims (Madden). This made the catholic church feel threatened leading to an outburst of violence. The main goals of the crusades were to retake the Holy Land of Jerusalem and to stop muslim expansion (Madden)", "The Third Crusade: Causes, Leaders, and Outcome\nHow Is Oedipus A Tragic Hero\nThe final downfall Oedipus experiences is when he must be exiled and leave his children. He is forced to surrender them by Creon saying, \u201cCome, let go of the children (1549).\u201d Because of the curses Oedipus made out of hubris, he experiences the downfall of losing his wife, losing his vision, losing his children, and losing his\u2026\nRichard I of England\nPhilip II of France\nThird Crusade\nSiege of Acre"]

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Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples

["Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nIn terms of wide-ranging interests and abilities, Athanasius Kircher has been compared to Avicenna, Leonardo, Giambattista della Porta and almost everyone else who thought that curiosity and brains were all you needed to learn everything. The last time that described a century was the 1600s. Kircher was born in 1602 and died in 1680. That period also put him as a young man smack in the middle of the Thirty Years War, not good if you were a Catholic, born and living in Germany", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nHe was a good Catholic (later to become a Jesuit) from Fulda (about halfway up modern Germany in the middle), and he spent a good deal of his young life dodging rampaging Protestants.", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nHe moved away from all that to Avignon in France and then to Rome to become a priest and to study everything that interested him, which was everything. During his life he published in theology, philosophy, medicine, music theory, acoustics, mechanics, geology, sinology, Egyptian hieroglyphics, and \u2014go ahead, pick a card. He was, so say many, the last Renaissance Man.", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nFor example, this passage (added Dec 2017) is from the Nov/Dec 2017 issue of Aramco World magazine; the article is entitled \"Arab Translators of Egypt's Hieroglyphs\" by Tom Verde: (the entire article is here)", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\n...the trails they blazed were picked up by Renaissance European scholars who believed that Arabic manuscripts on Egypt might offer clues to deciphering hieroglyphs. Among the most influential was a 17th-century German Jesuit priest, Athanasius Kircher. In his seminal work, Lingua Aegyptiaca Restituta (The Egyptian Language Restored), published in 1643, Kircher correctly hypothesized that the hieroglyphs recorded an earlier stage of Coptic and that the signs had phonetic values", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nHis sources included Coptic grammars, translated from Arabic and Coptic-Arabic vocabularies brought back from the Middle East by contemporary Italian travelers. By El-Daly\u2019s estimation, Kircher had access to some 40 medieval Arabic texts on ancient Egyptian culture, including Ibn Wahshiyya\u2019s. Though the Jesuit only got one hieroglyph right, his contribution, too, pointed subsequent scholars in the right direction.", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\n\"Only with the work of Athanasius Kircher, in the mid-17th century, did scholars begin to think that hieroglyphs could represent sounds as well as ideas,\u201d writes Brown University Egyptologist James P. Allen in Middle Egyptian: An Introduction to the Language and Culture of Hieroglyphs. \u201cIt was not until the discovery of the Rosetta Stone, in 1799, that scholars were able make practical use of Kircher\u2019s ideas.\"", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nIn medicine he had looked through those new-fangled microscopes and figured that the bubonic plague, the dreaded Black Death, was transmitted by micro-organisms on rats. He was in favor of hygienic measures to prevent the spread of disease: quarantine, burning clothes worn by the infected and even wearing face masks to prevent the inhalation of germs.", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nIn Rome he set up and ran his own museum to display objects sent back from China by Christian missionaries, all supplemented by his grand encyclopedia on China. He notated bird song, invented an artificial language, a magnetic clock and other gizmos, some loony, some not, and, I am sorry to say, apparently was behind the \"cat piano\", a musical instrument that would have driven keyboard-operated nails into the tails of cats to elicit shrieks of pain at specific pitches (he hoped). (So I guess he invented Jr", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nHigh School Beginning Band, too!) There is also a crater on the moon named for him. Interestingly, most of his writings have never been translated (from Latin) because his incredible eclecticism went out of fashion when cooler (and duller) Rationalists such as Descartes came along. Yet, Kircher is coming back into favor now that our culture has once again accepted eclecticism, no longer known as Everything but the Kitchen Sink, but rather as post-Modernism.", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nThe focus of this brief entry is Kircher's interest and work in geology as manifested in his 1665 work Mundus subterraneus (Underground World), an illustration from which is seen here on the left. He had long known of the Flegrean (Fiery) Fields of Naples, where a new mountain had erupted onto the surface in 1538, and in volcanoes such as Vesuvius, Etna (Sicily) and Stromboli (on one of the Aeolian islands above Sicily) He travelled to Naples in 1638", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nThat was only seven years after the greatest eruption of Vesuvius since 79 AD, the one that had killed Pompeii. The eruption of 1631 is regarded as the beginning of the current eruptive cycle of Vesuvius (currently asleep, they tell me). With Vesuvius still smoldering, Kirchner had himself lowered into the crater to measure the temperature", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nThe result of all this interest in geology was the lavishly illustrated Mundus subterraneus, a truly magnificent work, in which Kirchner concluded that \u201cThe whole Earth is not solid but everywhere gaping, and hollowed with empty chambers and spaces, and hidden burrows.\" He thought that there were strange things going on deep below, great oceans and fires, interacting with one another through passageways that reached all the way to the planet's core", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nIn his view, volcanoes were \"nothing but the vent-holes, or breath-pipes of Nature,\" while earthquakes were the \"proper effects of sub-terrestrial cumbustions.\"", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nQuaint, I guess, but not all that wrong. Some say that it inspired Jules Verne to write Journey to the Center of the Earth. John Glassie, in his 2012 book on Kircher, A Man of Misconceptions, writes that while \"many of Kircher's actual ideas today seem wildly off-base, \"he was \"a champion of wonder, a man of awe-inspiring erudition and inventiveness,\" whose work was read \"by the smartest minds of the times.\u201d", "Athanasius Kircher, Mundus Subterraneus & Naples\nAthanasius Kircher got in his three score and ten and then some, and he certainly didn't waste his time. His remains are in a tiny chapel near Rome named Santuario della Mentorella. Apparently he discovered this ancient church in ruins and paid for it to be rebuilt. There is a path on the premises named for him.\nto science portal to top of this page"]

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Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95

["Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nLast Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nBy Matthew S. Schwartz\nJakiw Palij, a former Nazi concentration camp guard, immigrated to America in 1949, claiming he had worked on his father's farm during World War II.\nA Nazi war criminal, living safely in the United States until his deportation to Germany last year, has died. He had been the last known World War II Nazi living in the U.S.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nJakiw Palij immigrated to America in 1949, claiming he had worked on his father's farm during World War II. But a Justice Department investigation, based on evidence compiled by a senior historian at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum, found that Palij served as an armed guard of civilian prisoners at a forced-labor camp for Jews at the Trawniki camp in Nazi Germany-occupied Poland. That's where Nazi SS troops were trained to kill Polish Jews.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nA federal judge stripped Jakiw Palij of his citizenship in 2003, finding that he had lied when he came to the U.S. He was ordered deported in 2004, but no country would take him until Germany finally relented last year. This week, at the age of 95, Palij died. He was never charged for his involvement in the Holocaust.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\n\"An evil man has passed away,\" Rabbi Zev Meir Friedman told The Associated Press. \"That, I guess, is a positive.\" Friedman had led multiple student protests in front of Palij's home in the Queens borough of New York City.\nformer Nazi prison guard Jakiw Palij has died in Germany. I am so thankful to @realDonaldTrump for making the case a priority. Removing the former Nazi prison guard from the US was something multiple Presidents just talked about - but President Trump made it happen.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nIt had looked as though the aging Palij would die in the U.S., CNN reported in 2016. But there was continued lawmaker interest in deporting the war criminal. A bipartisan group of New York's congressional delegation wrote to then-Secretary of State Rex Tillerson in 2017, urging him to make the matter a priority. Palij's continued residence in New York was a \"painful reminder for Americans who fought against the Nazis or lost loved ones in the Holocaust,\" said the letter, signed by 21 members of Congress", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nPresident Trump told Fox News last year he made the deportation of Palij a priority after many presidents had not. \"From the beginning of the campaign, they tell me about this Nazi who lived in Queens, who walks the street like he owns the place,\" Trump said.\n\"The Obama administration was unable to pull it off,\" Trump said of the deportation. \"And, frankly, the Bush administration was unable to pull it off. And I was able to pull it off.\"", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nThe U.S. ambassador to Germany, Richard Grenell, said he had raised the question of Palij's deportation in every meeting with German officials, based in part on the urging of the president, NPR reported. With a new government installed in Berlin, there was \"new energy\" for negotiations, he said. Germany agreed to accept Palij in August. That month, federal immigration agents carried Palij out of his home on a stretcher, into an ambulance and onto a plane.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\n\"Palij's removal sends a strong message: The United States will not tolerate those who facilitated Nazi crimes and other human rights violations, and they will not find a safe haven on American soil,\" press secretary Sarah Sanders said in August.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nMore than 70 years since the war ended, the pain of Nazi atrocities still reverberates around the globe. On Friday, German Chancellor Angela Merkel apologized to Greek President Prokopis Pavlopoulos for the damage inflicted on Greece by Hitler's forces. \"We are aware of our historical responsibility,\" said Merkel. \"We know how much suffering Germany caused Greece during the era of National Socialism.\"", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nBut German authorities never charged Palij for his involvement in the atrocities of Trawniki. Jens Rommel, the head of the Central Office for the Investigation of National Socialist Crimes, told reporters that there wasn't enough evidence to prosecute him. \"There is no investigation into him in Germany, which means there is no arrest warrant, and as a result, it is not very likely that he will ever be convicted,\" Rommel told the broadcaster Deutsche Welle last year.\nKathy Willens / AP", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nA student from the Orthodox Jewish Rambam Mesivta high school protests across the street from the house of former Nazi concentration camp guard Jakiw Palij in 2017.", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\n\"The difficulty lies not so much in describing the murders, the individual massacres, the functions of those at a camp, but in determining the individual's responsibility,\" Rommel said. \"By what action, by carrying out what duty, by what function did the individual facilitate this murder? That is what we have to prove. And with mobile units, which some of these Trawniki men were in, that's extremely difficult.\"", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nNew York lawmaker Dov Hikind, who had fought for the deportation, told the AP that Palij's death brings \"the closure survivors of the Holocaust needed.\"\nGerman prosecutors have intensified their hunt for the last remaining Nazis before they die of old age, USA Today reported last year. Nazi hunters estimated that dozens of Nazis could still be alive.\nCorrected: January 14, 2019 at 12:00 AM EST", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nIn an earlier version of this story, Poland was identified as the location of the Trawniki camp during WWII, but it was Nazi Germany-occupied Poland.\nNews historyNPR Top StorieswarGermany\nMatthew S. Schwartz", "Last Known WWII Nazi Living In U.S., Deported To Germany Last Year, Is Dead at 95\nMatthew S. Schwartz is a reporter with NPR's news desk. Before coming to NPR, Schwartz worked as a reporter for Washington, DC, member station WAMU, where he won the national Edward R. Murrow award for feature reporting in large market radio. Previously, Schwartz worked as a technology reporter covering the intricacies of Internet regulation. In a past life, Schwartz was a Washington telecom lawyer. He got his J.D. from Georgetown University Law Center, and his B.A"]

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Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris

["Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nProduced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed\nProofreading Team. HTML version by Al Haines.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE WORKS OF KATHLEEN NORRIS\n\nSATURDAY'S CHILD\n\nVOLUME IV\n\n\n\n\n\n \"Friday's child is loving and giving;\n But Saturday's child must work for her living.\"\n\n\n\n To C. G. N.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHow shall I give you this, who long have known\n Your gift of all the best of life to me?\n No living word of mine could ever be\n Without the stirring echo of your own.\n Under your hand, as mine, this book has grown,\n And you, whose faith sets all my musing free,\n You, whose true vision helps my eyes to see,\n Know that these pages are not mine alone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNot mine to give, not yours, the happy days,\n The happy talks, the hoping and the fears\n That made this story of a happy life.\n But, in dear memory of your words of praise,\n And grateful memory of four busy years,\n Accept her portion of it, from your wife.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nPART ONE\n\nPoverty\n\n\n\n\nSATURDAY'S CHILD\n\nCHAPTER I", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNot the place in which to look for the Great Adventure, the dingy,\nnarrow office on the mezzanine floor of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's great\nwholesale drug establishment, in San Francisco city, at the beginning\nof the present century. Nothing could have seemed more monotonous, more\ngrimy, less interesting, to the outsider's eye at least, than life as\nit presented itself to the twelve women who were employed in\nbookkeeping there. Yet, being young, as they all were, each of these", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngirls was an adventuress, in a quiet way, and each one dreamed bright\ndreams in the dreary place, and waited, as youth must wait, for\nfortune, or fame, or position, love or power, to evolve itself somehow\nfrom the dulness of her days, and give her the key that should\nopen--and shut--the doors of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's offices to her\nforever.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd, while they waited, working over the unvaried, stupid columns of\nthe company's books, they talked, confided, became friends, and\nexchanged shy hints of ambition. The ill-ventilated, neglected room was\na little world, and rarely, in a larger world, do women come to know\neach other as intimately as these women did.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTherefore, on a certain sober September morning, the fact that Miss\nThornton, familiarly known as \"Thorny,\" was out of temper, speedily\nbecame known to all the little force. Miss Thornton was not only the\noldest clerk there, but she was the highest paid, and the longest in\nthe company's employ; also she was by nature a leader, and generally\nmanaged to impress her associates with her own mood, whatever it might\nbe. Various uneasy looks were sent to-day in her direction, and by", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNobody quite liked to allude to the subject, or ask a direct question.\nNot that any one of them was particularly considerate or reserved by\nnature, but because Miss Thornton was known to be extremely unpleasant\nwhen she had any grievance against one of the younger clerks. She could\nmaintain an ugly silence until goaded into speech, but, once launched,\nfew of her juniors escaped humiliation. Ordinarily, however, Miss\nThornton was an extremely agreeable woman, shrewd, kindly, sympathetic,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand very droll in her passing comments on men and events. She was in\nher early thirties, handsome, and a not quite natural blonde, her mouth\nsophisticated, her eyes set in circles of a leaden pallor. An\nassertive, masterful little woman, born and reared in decent poverty,\nstill Thorny claimed descent from one of the first families of\nMaryland, and talked a good deal of her birth. Her leading\ncharacteristic was a determination never, even in the slightest", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Thornton's desk stood at the inner end of the long room, nearest\nthe door that led out to the \"deck,\" as the girls called the mezzanine\nfloor beyond, and so nearest the little private office of Mr. George\nBrauer, the arrogant young German who was the superintendent of the\nFront Office, and heartily detested by every girl therein.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen Miss Thornton wanted to be particularly annoying to her associates\nshe would remark casually that \"she and Mr. Brauer\" thought this or\nthat, or that \"she suggested, and Mr. Brauer quite agreed\" as to\nsomething else. As a matter of fact, she disliked him as much as they\ndid, although she, and any and every girl there, would really have been\nimmensely pleased and flattered by his admiration, had he cared to\nbestow it. But George Brauer's sea-blue eyes never rested for a second", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nupon any Front Office girl with anything but annoyed responsibility. He\nkept his friendships severely remote from the walls of Hunter, Baxter &\nHunter, and was suspected of social ambitions, and of distinguished,\neven noble connections in the Fatherland.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis morning Miss Thornton and Mr. Brauer had had a conference, as the\nlady called it, immediately after his arrival at nine o'clock, and Miss\nMurray, who sat next to Miss Thornton, suspected that it had had\nsomething to do with her neighbor's ill-temper. But Miss Thornton,\ndelicately approached, had proved so ungracious and so uncommunicative,\nthat Miss Murray had retired into herself, and attacked her work with\nunusual briskness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNext to friendly, insignificant little Miss Murray was Miss Cottle, a\nlarge, dark, morose girl, with untidy hair, and untidy clothes, and a\nbad complexion. Miss Cottle was unapproachable and insolent in her\nmanner, from a sense of superiority. She was connected, she stated\nfrequently, with one of the wealthy families of the city, whose old\nclothes, the girls suspected, she frequently wore. On Saturday, a\nhalf-day, upon which all the girls wore their best clothes to the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\noffice, if they had matinee or shopping plans for the afternoon, Miss\nCottle often appeared with her frowsy hair bunched under a tawdry\nvelvet hat, covered with once exquisite velvet roses, and her muscular\nform clad in a gown that had cost its original owner more than this\nhumble relative could earn in a year. Miss Cottle's gloves were always\nexpensive, and always dirty, and her elaborate silk petticoats were of\nsoiled pale pinks and blues.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Cottle's neighbor was Miss Sherman, a freckled, red-headed, pale\nlittle girl, always shabby and pinched-looking, eager, silent, and\nhard-working. Miss Sherman gave the impression--or would have given it\nto anyone who cared to study her--of having been intimidated and\nunderfed from birth. She had a keen sense of humor, and, when Susan\nBrown \"got started,\" as Susan Brown occasionally did, Miss Sherman\nwould laugh so violently, and with such agonized attempts at", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsuppression, that she would almost strangle herself. Nobody guessed\nthat she adored the brilliant Susan, unless Miss Brown herself guessed\nit. The girls only knew of Miss Sherman that she was the oldest of\neight brothers and sisters, and that she gave her mother all her money\nevery Saturday night.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Elsie Kirk came next, in the line of girls that faced the room,\nand Miss Violet Kirk was next to her sister. The Kirks were pretty,\nlight-headed girls, frivolous, common and noisy. They had a comfortable\nhome, and worked only because they rather liked the excitement of the\noffice, and liked an excuse to come downtown every day. Elsie, the\nprettier and younger, was often \"mean\" to her sister, but Violet was\nalways good-natured, and used to smile as she told the girls how Elsie", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncaptured her--Violet's--admirers. The Kirks' conversation was all of\n\"cases,\" \"the crowd,\" \"the times of their lives,\" and \"new crushes\";\nthey never pinned on their audacious hats to go home at night without\nspeculating as to possible romantic adventures on the car, on the\nstreet, everywhere. They were not quite approved by the rest of the\nFront Office staff; their color was not all natural, their clothes were\n\"fussy.\" Both wore enormous dry \"rats,\" that showed through the thin", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncovering of outer hair, their stockings were quite transparent, and\nbows of pink and lavender ribbon were visible under their thin\nshirt-waists. It was known that Elsie had been \"spoken to\" by old Mr.\nBaxter, on the subject of a long, loose curl, which had appeared one\nmorning, dangling over her powdered neck. The Kirks, it was felt, never\ngave an impression of freshness, of soapiness, of starched apparel, and\nFront Office had a high standard of personal cleanliness. Miss", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSherman's ears glowed coldly all morning long, from early ablutions,\nand her fingertips were always icy, and Miss Thornton and Susan Brown\nliked to allude casually to their \"cold plunges\" as a daily\noccurrence--although neither one ever really took a cold bath, except,\nperhaps, for a few days in mid-summer. But all of cleanliness is\nneither embraced nor denied by the taking of cold baths, and the Front\nOffice girls, hours and obligations considered, had nothing on this", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nscore of which to be ashamed. Manicuring went on in every quiet moment,\nand many of the girls spent twenty minutes daily, or twice daily, in\nthe careful adjustment of large sheets of paper as cuffs, to protect\ntheir sleeves. Two elastic bands held these cuffs in place, and only\nlong practice made their arrangement possible. This was before the day\nof elbow sleeves, although Susan Brown always included elbow sleeves in\na description of a model garment for office wear, with which she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No wet skirts to freeze you to death,\" Susan would grumble, \"no high\ncollar to scratch you! It's time that the office women of America were\nrecognized as a class with a class dress! Short sleeves, loose, baggy\ntrousers--\"\n\nA shriek would interrupt her.\n\n\"Yes, I SEE you wearing that in the street, Susan!\"\n\n\"Well, I WOULD. Overshoes,\" the inventor would pursue, \"fleece-lined\nleggings, coming well up on your--may I allude to limbs, Miss Wrenn?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't care what you allude to!\" Miss Wrenn, the office prude, a\nlittle angry at being caught listening to this nonsense, would answer\nsnappily.\n\n\"Limbs, then,\" Susan would proceed graciously, \"or, as Miss Sherman\nsays, legs---\"\n\n\"Oh, Miss Brown! I DIDN'T! I never use that word!\" the little woman\nwould protest.\n\n\"You don't! Why, you said last night that you were trying to get into\nthe chorus at the Tivoli! You said you had such handsome--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, aren't you awful!\" Miss Sherman would put her cold red fingers\nover her ears, and the others, easily amused, would giggle at intervals\nfor the next half hour.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan Brown's desk was at the front end of the room, facing down the\ndouble line. At her back was a round window, never opened, and never\nwashed, and so obscured by the great cement scrolls that decorated the\nfacade of the building that it gave only a dull blur of light,\nordinarily, and no air at all. Sometimes, on a bright summer's morning,\nthe invading sunlight did manage to work its way in through the\ndust-coated ornamental masonry, and to fall, for a few moments, in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbright slant, wheeling with motes, across the office floor. But usually\nthe girls depended for light upon the suspended green-hooded electric\nlights, one over each desk.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan though that she had the most desirable seat in the room, and the\nother girls carefully concealed from her the fact that they thought so,\ntoo. Two years before, a newcomer, she had been given this same desk,\nbut it faced directly against the wall then, and was in the shadow of a\ndirty, overcrowded letter press. Susan had turned it about,\nstraightened it, pushed the press down the room, against the\ncoat-closet, and now, like all the other girls, she faced the room,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncould see more than any of them, indeed, and keep an eye on Mr. Brauer,\nand on the main floor below, visible through the glass inner wall of\nthe office. Miss Brown was neither orderly nor industrious, but she had\nan eye for proportion, and a fine imagination. She loved small, fussy\ntasks, docketed and ruled the contents of her desk scrupulously, and\nlettered trim labels for boxes and drawers, but she was a lazy young\ncreature when regular work was to be done, much given to idle and\ndiscontented dreams.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt this time she was not quite twenty-one, and felt herself to be\ndistressingly advanced in years. Like all except a few very fortunate\ngirls of her age, Susan was brimming with perverted energy--she could\nhave done a thousand things well and joyously, could have used to the\nutmost the exceptional powers of her body and soul, but, handicapped by\nthe ideals of her sex, and lacking the rare guidance that might have\nsaved her, she was drifting, busy with work she detested, or equally", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunsatisfied in idleness, sometimes lazily diverted and soothed by the\npassing hour, and sometimes stung to her very soul by longings and\nambitions.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She is no older than I am--she works no harder than I do!\" Susan would\nreflect, studying the life of some writer or actress with bitter envy.\nBut how to get out of this groove, and into another, how to work and\nfight and climb, she did not know, and nobody ever helped her to\ndiscover.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was no future for her, or for any girl here, that she knew. Miss\nThornton, after twelve years of work, was being paid forty-five\ndollars, Miss Wrenn, after eight years, forty, and Susan only thirty\ndollars a month. Brooding over these things, Susan would let her work\naccumulate, and endure, in heavy silence, the kindly, curious\nspeculations and comments of her associates.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut perhaps a hot lunch or a friendly word would send her spirits\nsuddenly up again, Susan would forget her vague ambitions, and reflect\ncheerfully that it was already four o'clock, that she was going with\nCousin Mary Lou and Billy Oliver to the Orpheum to-night, that her best\nwhite shirtwaist ought by this time to have come back from the laundry.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr somehow, if depression continued, she would shut her desk, in\nmid-afternoon, and leave Front Office, cross the long deck--which was a\nsort of sample room for rubber goods, and was lined with long cases of\nthem--descend a flight of stairs to the main floor, cross it and\nremount the stairs on the other side of the building, and enter the\nmail-order department. This was an immense room, where fifty men and a\nfew girls were busy at long desks, the air was filled with the hum of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntypewriters and the murmur of low voices. Beyond it was a door that\ngave upon more stairs, and at the top of them a small bare room known\nas the lunch-room. Here was a great locker, still marked with the\nlabels that had shown where senna leaves and tansy and hepatica had\nbeen kept in some earlier stage of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's existence,\nand now filled with the girls' lunch-boxes, and rubber overshoes, and\nhair-brushes. There was a small gas-stove in this room, and a long", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntable with benches built about it. A door gave upon a high strip of\nflat roof, and beyond a pebbled stretch of tar were the\ndressings-rooms, where there were wash-stands, and soap, and limp\ntowels on rollers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHere Susan would wash her hands and face, and comb her bright thick\nhair, and straighten belt and collar. There were always girls here: a\nlate-comer eating her luncheon, two chatter-boxes sharing a bit of\npowdered chamois-skin at a mirror, a girl who felt ill drinking\nsomething hot at the stove. Here was always company, and gossip, Susan\nmight stop for a half-cup of scalding hot tea, or a chocolate from a\nstriped paper bag. Returning, refreshed and cheered, to the office, she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Miss Polk and Miss French are just going it up there, Thorny, mad as\nhops!\" or \"Miss O'Brien is going to be in Mr. Joe Hunter's office after\nthis.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"'S'at so?\" Miss Thornton would interestedly return, wrinkling her nose\nunder the glasses she used while she was working. And perhaps after a\nfew moments she would slip away herself for a visit to the lunch-room.\nMr. Brauer, watching Front Office through his glass doors, attempted in\nvain to discourage these excursions. The bolder spirits enjoyed defying\nhim, and the more timid never dared to leave their places in any case.\nMiss Sherman, haunted by the horror of \"losing her job,\" eyed the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNext to Susan sat severe, handsome, reserved little Miss Wrenn, who\ncoldly repelled any attempts at friendship, and bitterly hated the\noffice. Except for an occasional satiric comment, or a half-amused\ncorrection of someone's grammar, Miss Wrenn rarely spoke.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Cashell was her neighbor, a mysterious, pretty girl, with wicked\neyes and a hard face, and a manner so artless, effusive and virtuous as\nto awaken the basest suspicions among her associates. Miss Cashell\ndressed very charmingly, and never expressed an opinion that would not\nwell have become a cloistered nun, but the girls read her colorless\nface, sensuous mouth, and sly dark eyes aright, and nobody in Front\nOffice \"went\" with Miss Cashell. Next her was Mrs. Valencia, a harmless", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlittle fool of a woman, who held her position merely because her\nhusband had been long in the employ of the Hunter family, and who made\nmore mistakes than all the rest of the staff put together. Susan\ndisliked Mrs. Valencia because of the jokes she told, jokes that the\ngirl did not in all honesty always understand, and because the little\nwidow was suspected of \"reporting\" various girls now and then to Mr.\nHunter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFinishing the two rows of desks, down opposite Miss Thornton again were\nMiss Kelly and Miss Garvey, fresh-faced, intelligent Irish girls,\nsimple, merry, and devoted to each other. These two took small part in\nwhat did not immediately concern them, but went off to Confession\ntogether every Saturday, spent their Sundays together, and laughed and\nwhispered together over their ledgers. Everything about them was\nartless and pure. Susan, motherless herself, never tired of their talk", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof home, their mothers, their married sisters, their cousins in\nconvents, their Church picnics and concerts and fairs, and\n\"joshes\"--\"joshes\" were as the breath of life to this innocent pair.\n\"Joshes on Ma,\" \"joshes on Joe and Dan,\" \"joshes on Cecilia and\nLoretta\" filled their conversations.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And Ma yells up, 'What are you two layin' awake about?'\" Miss Garvey\nwould recount, with tears of enjoyment in her eyes. \"But we never said\nnothing, did we, Gert? Well, about twelve o'clock we heard Leo come in,\nand he come upstairs, and he let out a yell--'My God!' he says--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut at the recollection of Leo's discovery of the sheeted form, or the\npail of water, or whatever had awaited him at the top of the stairs,\nMiss Garvey's voice would fail entirely, and Miss Kelly would also lay\nher head down on her desk, and sob with mirth. It was infectious,\neveryone else laughed, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo-day Susan, perceiving something amiss with Miss Thornton, sauntered\nthe length of the office, and leaned over the older woman's desk. Miss\nThornton was scribbling a little list of edibles, her errand boy\nwaiting beside her. Tea and canned tomatoes were bought by the girls\nevery day, to help out the dry lunches they brought from home, and\nalmost every day the collection of dimes and nickels permitted a\n\"wreath-cake\" also, a spongy, glazed confection filled with chopped", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnuts and raisins. The tomatoes, bubbling hot and highly seasoned, were\nquite as much in demand as was the tea, and sometimes two or three\ngirls made their entire lunch up by enlarging this list with cheese,\nsausages and fruit.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mad about something,\" asked Susan, when the list for to-day was\nfinished.\n\nMiss Thornton, under \"2 wreath\" wrote hastily, \"Boiling! Tell you\nlater,\" and turned it about for Susan to read, before she erased it.\n\n\"Shall I get that?\" she asked, for the benefit of the attentive office.\n\n\"Yes, I would,\" answered her fellow-conspirator, as she turned away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe hour droned by. Boys came with bills, and went away again. Sudden\nsharp pangs began to assert themselves in Susan's stomach. An odor of\nburning rubber drifted up from below, as it always drifted up at about\nthis time. Susan announced that she was starving.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's not more than half-past eleven,\" said Miss Cottle, screwing her\nbody about, so that she could look down through the glass walls of the\noffice to the clock, on the main floor below. \"Why, my heavens! It's\ntwelve o'clock!\" she announced amazedly, throwing down her pen, and\nstretching in her chair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd, in instant confirmation of the fact, a whistle sounded shrilly\noutside, followed by a dozen more whistles, high and low, constant and\nintermittent, sharp on the silent noon air. The girls all jumped up,\nexcept Miss Wrenn, who liked to assume that the noon hour meant nothing\nto her, and who often finished a bill or two after the hour struck.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut among the others, ledgers were slammed shut, desk drawers jerked\nopen, lights snapped out. Miss Thornton had disappeared ten minutes\nbefore in the direction of the lunch-room; now all the others followed,\nyawning, cramped, talkative.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey settled noisily about the table, and opened their lunches. A\njoyous confusion of talk rose above the clinking of spoons and plates,\nas the heavy cups of steaming tea were passed and the sugar-bowl went\nthe rounds; there was no milk, and no girl at Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's\nthought lemon in tea anything but a wretched affectation. Girls who had\nbeen too pale before gained a sudden burning color, they had been\nsitting still and were hungry, now they ate too fast. Without exception", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe Front Office girls suffered from agonies of indigestion, and most\nof them grew used to a dull headache that came on every afternoon. They\nkept flat bottles of soda-mint tablets in their desks, and exchanged\nthem hourly. No youthful constitution was proof against the speed with\nwhich they disposed of these fresh soft sandwiches at noon-time, and\ngulped down their tea.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn ten minutes some of them were ready to hurry off into sunny Front\nStreet, there to saunter past warehouses, and warehouses, and\nwarehouses, with lounging men eyeing them from open doorways.\n\nThe Kirks disappeared quickly to-day, and some of the others went out,\ntoo. When Miss Thornton, Miss Sherman, Miss Cottle and Miss Brown were\nleft, Miss Thornton said suddenly:\n\n\"Say, listen, Susan. Listen here--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, who had been wiping the table carefully, artistically, with a\ndamp rag, was arrested by the tone.\n\n\"I think this is the rottenest thing I ever heard, Susan,\" Miss\nThornton began, sitting down at the table. The others all sat down,\ntoo, and put their elbows on the table. Susan, flushing uncomfortably,\neyed Miss Thornton steadily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Brauer called me in this morning,\" said Miss Thornton, in a low voice,\nmarking the table with the handle of a fork, in parallel lines, \"and he\nasked me if I thought--no, that ain't the way he began. Here's what he\nsaid first: he says, 'Miss Thornton,' he says, 'did you know that Miss\nWrenn is leaving us?'\"\n\n\"What!\" said all the others together, and Susan added, joyfully, \"Gee,\nthat means forty for me, and the crediting.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, now listen,\" Miss Thornton resumed. \"I says, 'Mr. Brauer, Miss\nWrenn didn't put herself out to inform me of her plans, but never mind.\nAlthough,' I says, 'I taught that girl everything she ever knew of\noffice work, and the day she was here three weeks Mr. Philip Hunter\nhimself came to me and said, \"Miss Thornton, can you make anything of\nher?\" So that if it hadn't been for me--'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, Thorny, what's she leaving for?\" broke in Susan, with the excited\ninterest that the smallest change invariably brought.\n\n\"Her uncle in Milwaukee is going to pay her expenses while she takes a\nlibrary course, I believe,\" Miss Thornton said, indifferently. \"Anyway,\nthen Brauer asked--now, listen, Susan--he asked if I thought Violet\nKirk could do the crediting--\"\n\n\"Violet Kirk!\" echoed Susan, in incredulous disappointment. This blow\nto long-cherished hopes gave her a sensation of actual sickness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Violet Kirk!\" the others broke out, indignant and astonished. \"Why,\nshe can't do it! Is he crazy? Why, Joe Hunter himself told Susan to\nwork up on that! Why, Susan's done all the substituting on that! What\ndoes she know about it, anyway? Well, wouldn't that honestly jar you!\"\n\nSusan alone did not speak. She had in turn begun to mark the table, in\nfine, precise lines, with a hairpin. She had grown rather pale.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's a rotten shame, Susan,\" said Rose Murray, sympathetically. Miss\nSherman eyed Susan with scared and sorrowful eyes. \"Don't you\ncare--don't you care, Susan!\" said the soothing voices.\n\n\"I don't care,\" said Susan presently, in a hard, level voice. She\nraised her somber eyes. \"I don't care because I simply won't stand it,\nthat's all,\" said she. \"I'll go straight to Mr. Baxter. Yes, I WILL,\nThorny. Brauer'll see if he can run everything this way! Is she going\nto get forty?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What do you care if she does?\" Miss Thornton said, hardily.\n\n\"All right,\" Susan answered. \"Very well. But I'll get forty next month\nor I'll leave this place! And I'm not one bit afraid to go straight to\nold 'J. G.' and tell him so, too! I'll--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Listen, Susan, now listen,\" urged Miss Thornton. \"Don't you get mad,\nSusan. She can't do it. It'll be just one mistake after another. Brauer\nwill have to give it to you, inside of two months. She'll find,\" said\nMiss Thornton, with a grim tightening of the lips, \"that precious few\nmistakes get by ME! I'll make that girl's life a burden, you trust me!\nAnd meantime you work up on that line, Sue, and be ready for it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan did not answer. She was staring at the table again, cleaning the\ncracks in its worn old surface with her hairpin.\n\n\"Thorny,\" she said huskily, \"you know me. Do you think that this is\nfair?\"\n\n\"Aw--aw, now, Susan, don't!\" Miss Thornton jumped up, and put her arm\nabout Susan's shoulders, and Susan, completely unnerved by the sympathy\nin the other's tone, dropped her head upon her arm, and began to cry.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA distressed murmur of concern and pity rose all about her, everyone\npatted her shoulder, and bitter denunciations of Mr. Brauer and Miss\nKirk broke forth. Even Hunter, Baxter & Hunter were not spared, being\nfreely characterized as \"the rottenest people in the city to work for!\"\n\"It would serve them right,\" said more than one indignant voice, \"if\nthe whole crowd of us walked out on them!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently Susan indicated, by a few gulps, and by straightening\nsuddenly, that the worst of the storm was over, and could even laugh\nshakily when Miss Thornton gave her a small, fringed lunch napkin upon\nwhich to wipe her eyes.\n\n\"I'm a fool to cry this way,\" said Susan, sniffing.\n\n\"Fool!\" Miss Cottle echoed tenderly, \"It's enough to make a cow cry!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not calling Susan a cow, or anything like that,\" said Miss Thornton\nhumorously, as she softly smoothed Susan's hair. At which Susan began\nto laugh violently, and the others became almost hysterical in their\ndelight at seeing her equilibrium restored.\n\n\"But you know what I do with my money, Thorny,\" began Susan, her eyes\nfilling again.\n\n\"She gives every cent to her aunt,\" said Miss Thornton sternly, as if\nshe accused the firm, Mr. Brauer and Miss Kirk by the statement.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And I've--worked--so hard!\" Susan's lips were beginning to tremble\nagain. But with an effort she controlled herself, fumbled for a\nhandkerchief, and faced the group, disfigured as to complexion, tumbled\nas to hair, but calm.\n\n\"Well, there's no help for it, I suppose!\" said she hardily, in a tone\nsomewhat hoarsened by tears. \"You're all darlings, and I'm a fool. But\nI certainly intend to get even with Mr. Brauer!\"\n\n\"DON'T give up your job,\" Miss Sherman pleaded.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I will the minute I get another,\" said Susan, morosely, adding\nanxiously, \"Do I look a perfect fright, Thorny? Do my eyes show?\"\n\n\"Not much--\" Miss Cottle wavered.\n\n\"Wash them with cold water, and powder your nose,\" advised Miss\nThornton briskly.\n\n\"And my hair--!\" Susan put her hand to the disordered mass, and laughed\nhelplessly.\n\n\"It's all right!\" Thorny patted it affectionately. \"Isn't it gorgeous,\ngirls? Don't you care, Susan, you're worth ten of the Kirks!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan duly fled to the wash-room, where, concealed a moment later by a\ntowel, and the hanging veil of her hair, she could meet the Kirks'\nglances innocently enough. Later, fresh and tidy, she took her place at\nher desk, rather refreshed by her outburst, and curiously peaceful in\nspirit. The joys of martyrdom were Susan's, she was particularly busy\nand cheerful. Fate had dealt her cruel blows before this one, she\ninherited from some persecuted Irish ancestor a grim pleasure in\naccepting them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfternoons, from one o'clock until half-past five, seemed endless in\nFront Office. Mornings, beside being exactly one hour shorter by the\nclock, could be still more abbreviated by the few moments gained by the\ndisposal of hats and wraps, the dusting of desks, sharpening of\npencils, and filling of ink-wells. The girls used a great many blocks\nof yellow paper called scratch-pads, and scratch-pads must be gotten\ndown almost daily from the closet, dusted and distributed, there were", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npaper cuffs to adjust, and there was sometimes a ten or fifteen-minute\ndelay before the bills for the day began to come up. But the afternoons\nknew no such delays, the girls were tired, the air in the office stale.\nEvery girl, consciously or not, sighed as she took her seat at one\no'clock.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe work in Front Office was entirely with bills. These bills were of\nthe sales made in the house itself the day before, and those sent by\nmail from the traveling salesmen, and were accompanied by duplicate\nbills, on thin yellow sheets. It was Mrs. Valencia's work, the easiest\nin the office, to compare originals and duplicates, and supply to the\nlatter any item that was missing. Hundreds of the bills were made out\nfor only one or two items, many were but one page in length, and there", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe original bills went downstairs again immediately, and Miss\nThornton, taking the duplicates one by one from Mrs. Valencia, marked\nthe cost price of every article in the margin beyond the selling price.\nThorny, after twelve years' experience, could jot down costs,\npercentages and discounts at an incredible speed. Drugs, patent\nmedicines, surgical goods and toilet articles she could price as fast\nas she could read them, and, even while her right hand scribbled", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbusily, her left hand turned the pages of her cost catalog\nautomatically, when her trained eye discovered, half-way down the page,\nsome item of which she was not quite sure. Susan never tired of\nadmiring the swiftness with which hand, eye and brain worked together.\nThorny would stop in her mad flight, ponder an item with absent eyes\nfixed on space, suddenly recall the price, affix the discounts, and be\nready for the next item. Susan had the natural admiration of an", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nimaginative mind for power, and the fact that Miss Thornton was by far\nthe cleverest woman in the office was one reason why Susan loved her\nbest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Thornton whisked her finished duplicates, in a growing pile, to\nthe left-hand side of Miss Munay's desk. Her neighbor also did\n\"costing,\" but in a simpler form. Miss Murray merely marked, sometimes\nat cost, sometimes at an advance, those articles that were \"B. O.\" or\n\"bought out,\" not carried in Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's regular stock.\nCandy, postal-cards, cameras, sporting-goods, stamps, cigars,\nstationery, fruit-sirups, all the things in fact, that the firm's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncustomers, all over the state, carried in their little country stores,\nwere \"B. O.\" Miss Murray had invoices for them all, and checked them\noff as fast as she could find their places on the duplicates.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen Miss Cottle and Susan Brown got the duplicates and \"extended\"\nthem. So many cases of cold cream at so much per case, so many ounces\nof this or that at so much the pound, so many pounds at so much per\nounce, and forty and ten and ten off. Two-thirds of a dozen, one\nhundredweight, one eighth of a gross, twelve per cent, off, and\ntwenty-three per cent. on for freight charges; the \"extenders\" had to\nkeep their wits about them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter that the duplicates went to Miss Sherman, who set down the\ndifference between cost and selling price. So that eventually every\narticle was marked five times, its original selling price, extended by\nthe salesman, its cost price, separately extended, and the difference\nbetween the two.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFrom Miss Sherman the bills went to the Misses Kirk, who gave every\nitem a red number that marked it in its proper department, drugs or\nrubber goods or soaps and creams and colognes. The entire stock was\ndivided into ten of these departments, and there were ten great ledgers\nin which to make entries for each one.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd for every one of a hundred salesmen a separate great sheet was kept\nfor the record of sales, all marked with the rubber stamp \"B. O.,\" or\nthe number of a department in red ink. This was called \"crediting,\" and\nwas done by Miss Wrenn. Finally, Miss Garvey and Miss Kelly took the\nnow limp bills, and extracted from them bewildering figures called \"the\npercentages,\" into the mysteries of which Susan never dared to\npenetrate.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis whole involved and intricate system had originated, years before,\nin the brain of one of the younger members of the firm, whose theory\nwas that it would enable everyone concerned to tell \"at a glance\" just\nwhere the firm stood, just where profits and losses lay. Theoretically,\nthe idea was sound, and, in the hands of a few practiced accountants,\nit might have been practically sound as well. But the uninterested,\nuntrained girls in Front Office never brought their work anywhere near", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\na conclusion. Several duplicates on Miss Thornton's desk were eternally\nwaiting for special prices, several more, delayed by the non-appearance\nof invoices, kept Miss Murray always in arrears, and Susan Brown had a\nlittle habit of tucking away in a desk drawer any duplicate whose\nextension promised to be unusually tedious or difficult. Girls were\ncontinually going into innocent gales of mirth because long-lost bills\nwere discovered, shut in some old ledger, or rushing awe-struck to Miss", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sh-sh! Don't make such a fuss,\" Miss Thornton would say warningly,\nwith a glance toward Mr. Brauer's office. \"Perhaps he'll never ask for\nthem!\"\n\nAnd perhaps he never did. If he did, the office presented him a blank\nand innocent face. \"Miss Brown, did you see this bill Mr. Brauer speaks\nof?\" \"Beg pardon? Oh, no, Miss Thornton.\" \"Miss Cashell, did you?\"\n\"Just-one-moment-Miss-Thornton-until-I-foot-up-this-column. Thank you!\nNo. No, I haven't seen it, Miss Thornton. Did you trace it to my desk,\nMr. Brauer?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBaffled, Mr. Brauer would retire to his office. Ten silent, busy\nminutes would elapse before Miss Cottle would say, in a low tone, \"Bet\nit was that bill that you were going to take home and work on, Miss\nMurray!\"\n\n\"Oh, sure!\" Miss Murray would agree, with a startled smile. \"Sure.\nMamma stuck it behind the clock--I remember now. I'll bring it down\nto-morrow.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't you forget it, now,\" Miss Thornton would perhaps command, with a\nsudden touch of authority, \"old Baxter'd jump out of his skin if he\nknew we ever took 'em home!\"\n\n\"Well, YOU do!\" Miss Murray would retort, reddening resentfully.\n\n\"Ah, well,\" Susan Brown would answer pompously, for Miss Thornton, \"you\nforget that I'm almost a member of the firm! Me and the Baxters can do\npretty much what we like! I'll fire Brauer to-morrow if he--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You shut up, Susan!\" Miss Thornton, her rising resentment pricked like\na bubble, would laugh amiably, and the subject of the bill would be\ndismissed with a general chuckle.\n\nOn this particular afternoon Miss Thornton delayed Susan Brown, with a\nsignificant glance, when the whistle blew at half-past five, and the\ngirls crowded about the little closet for their wraps.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"S'listen, Susan,\" said she, with a look full of import. Susan leaned\nover Miss Thornton's flat-topped desk so that their heads were close\ntogether. \"Listen,\" said Miss Thornton, in a low tone, \"I met George\nBanks on the deck this afternoon, see? And I happened to tell him that\nMiss Wrenn was going.\" Miss Thornton glanced cautiously about her, her\nvoice sank to a low murmur. \"Well. And then he says, 'Yes, I knew\nthat,' he says, 'but do you know who's going to take her place?' 'Miss", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good for you!\" said Susan, grateful for this loyalty.\n\n\"Well, I did, Susan. And it is, too! But listen. 'That may be,' he\nsays, 'but what do you know about young Coleman coming down to work in\nFront Office!'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter Coleman!\" Susan gasped. This was the most astonishing, the most\nexciting news that could possibly have been circulated. Peter Coleman,\nnephew and heir of old \"J. G.\" himself, handsome, college-bred, popular\nfrom the most exclusive dowager in society to the humblest errand boy\nin his uncle's employ, actually coming down to Front Office daily, to\nshare the joys and sorrows of the Brauer dynasty--it was unbelievable,\nit was glorious! Every girl in the place knew all about Peter Coleman,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhis golf record, his blooded terriers, his appearances in the social\ncolumns of the Sunday newspapers! Thorny remembered, although she did\nnot boast of it, the days when, a little lad of twelve or fourteen, he\nhad come to his uncle's office with a tutor, or even with an old, and\nvery proud, nurse, for the occasional visits which always terminated\nwith the delighted acceptance by Peter of a gold piece from Uncle\nJosiah. But Susan only knew him as a man, twenty-five now, a wonderful", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You know I met him, Thorny,\" she said now, eager and smiling.\n\n\"'S'at so?\" Miss Thornton said, politely uninterested.\n\n\"Yes, old Baxter introduced me, on a car. But, Thorny, he can't be\ncoming right down here into this rotten place!\" protested Susan.\n\n\"He'll have a desk in Brauer's office,\" Miss Thornton explained. \"He is\nto learn this branch, and be manager some day. George says that Brauer\nis going to buy into the firm.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, for Heaven's sake!\" Susan's thoughts flew. \"But, Thorny,\" she\npresently submitted, \"isn't Peter Coleman in college?\"\n\nMiss Thornton looked mysterious, looked regretful.\n\n\"I understand old J. G.'s real upset about that,\" she said discreetly,\n\"but just what the trouble was, I'm not at liberty to mention. You know\nwhat young men are.\"\n\n\"Sure,\" said Susan, thoughtfully.\n\n\"I don't mean that there was any scandal,\" Miss Thornton amended\nhastily, \"but he's more of an athlete than a student, I guess--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sure,\" Susan agreed again. \"And a lot he knows about office work,\nNOT,\" she mused. \"I'll bet he gets a good salary?\"\n\n\"Three hundred and fifty,\" supplied Miss Thornton.\n\n\"Oh, well, that's not so much, considering. He must get that much\nallowance, too. What a snap! Thorny, what do you bet the girls all go\ncrazy about him!\"\n\n\"All except one. I wouldn't thank you for him.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All except TWO!\" Susan went smiling back to her desk, a little more\nexcited than she cared to show. She snapped off her light, and swept\npens and blotters into a drawer, pulling open another drawer to get her\npurse and gloves. By this time the office was deserted, and Susan could\ntake her time at the little mirror nailed inside the closet door.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA little cramped, a little chilly, she presently went out into the\ngusty September twilight of Front Street. In an hour the wind would die\naway. Now it was sweeping great swirls of dust and chaff into the eyes\nof home-going men and women. Susan, like all San Franciscans, was used\nto it. She bent her head, sank her hands in her coat-pockets, and\nwalked fast.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes she could walk home, but not to-night, in the teeth of this\nwind. She got a seat on the \"dummy\" of a cable-car. A man stood on the\nstep, holding on to the perpendicular rod just before her, but under\nhis arm she could see the darkened shops they passed, girls and men\nstreaming out of doors marked \"Employees Only,\" men who ran for the car\nand caught it, men who ran for the car and missed it. Her bright eyes\ndid not miss an inch of the crowded streets.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan smiled dreamily. She was arranging the details of her own\nwedding, a simple but charming wedding in Old Saint Mary's. The groom\nwas of course Mr. Peter Coleman.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe McAllister Street cable-car, packed to its last inch, throbbed upon\nits way so jerkily that Susan, who was wedged in close to the glass\nshield at the front of the car, had sometimes to cling to the seat with\nknees and finger-tips to keep from sliding against her neighbor, a\nyoung man deep in a trade-journal, and sometimes to brace herself to\nwithstand his helpless sliding against her. They both laughed presently\nat the absurdity of it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My, don't they jerk!\" said the friendly Susan, and the young man\nagreed fervently, in a bashful mumble, \"It's fierce, all right,\" and\nreturned to his book. Susan, when she got down at her corner, gave him\na little nod and smile, and he lifted his hat, and smiled brightly in\nreturn.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was a little bakery on this corner, with two gaslights flaring in\nits window. Several flat pies and small cakes were displayed there, and\na limp curtain, on a string, shut off the shop, where a dozen people\nwere waiting now. A bell in the door rang violently, whenever anyone\ncame out or in. Susan knew the bakery well, knew when the rolls were\nhot, and just the price and variety of the cookies and the pies.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe knew, indeed, every inch of the block, a dreary block at best,\nperhaps especially dreary in this gloomy pitiless summer twilight. It\nwas lined with shabby, bay-windowed, three-story wooden houses, all\nexactly alike. Each had a flight of wooden steps running up to the\nsecond floor, a basement entrance under the steps, and a small cemented\nyard, where papers and chaff and orange peels gathered, and grass\nlanguished and died. The dining-room of each house was in the basement,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand slatternly maids, all along the block, could be seen setting\ntables, by flaring gas-light, inside. Even the Nottingham lace curtains\nat the second-story windows seemed akin, although they varied from the\nstiff, immaculate, well-darned lengths that adorned the rooms where the\nClemenceaus--grandmother, daughter and granddaughter, and direct\ndescendants of the Comte de Moran--were genteelly starving to death, to\nthe soft, filthy, torn strips that finished off the parlor of the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnoisy, cheerful, irrepressible Daleys' once-pretentious home. Poverty\nwalked visibly upon this block, the cold, forbidding poverty of pride\nand courage gone wrong, the idle, decorous, helpless poverty of fallen\ngentility. Poverty spoke through the unobtrusive little signs over\nevery bell, \"Rooms,\" and through the larger signs that said \"Costello.\nModes and Children's Dressmaker.\" Still another sign in a second-story\nbay said \"Alice. Milliner,\" and a few hats, dimly discernible from the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nUpon the house where Susan Brown lived with her aunt, and her aunt's\nthree daughters, there was no sign, although Mrs. Lancaster, and Mary\nLou, Virginia and Georgianna had supported themselves for many years by\nthe cheerless process known as taking boarders. Sometimes, when the\nLancasters were in especially trying financial straits, the possibility\nof a little sign was discussed. But so far, the humiliating extreme had\nbeen somehow avoided.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, I feel that Papa wouldn't like it,\" Mrs. Lancaster persisted.\n\n\"Oh, Papa! He'd have died first!\" the daughters would agree, in eager\nsympathy. And the question of the sign would be dismissed again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Papa\" had been a power in his day, a splendid, audacious, autocratic\nperson, successful as a pioneer, a miner, a speculator, proud of a\nbeautiful and pampered Southern wife and a nurseryful of handsome\nchildren. These were the days of horses and carriages, when the Eddy\nStreet mansion was built, when a score of servants waited upon Ma and\nthe children. But terrible times came finally upon this grandeur, the\nstock madness seized \"Papa,\" he was a rich man one day, a millionaire", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe next,--he would be a multi-millionaire next week! Ma never ceased\nto be grateful that Papa, on the very day that his fortune crashed to\nruin, came home too sick and feverish to fully comprehend the calamity,\nand was lying in his quiet grave before his widow and her children did.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Lancaster, in her fresh expensive black, with her five black-clad\nchildren beside her, thus had the world to face, at thirty-four.\nGeorge, the first-born, destined to die in his twentieth summer, was\neighteen then, Mary Lou sixteen, helpless and feminine, and Alfred, at\nthirteen, already showed indications of being entirely spoiled. Then\ncame conscientious, gentle little Virginia, ten years old, and finally\nGeorgianna, who was eight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOut of the general wreckage, the Fulton Street house was saved, and to\nthe Fulton Street house the spoiled, terrified little family moved.\nMary Lou sometimes told Susan with mournful pride of the weeping and\nwailing of those days, of dear George's first job, that, with the check\nthat Ma's uncle in Albany sent every month, supported the family. Then\nthe uncle died, and George died, and Ma, shaken from her silent and\ndignified retirement, rose to the occasion in a manner that Mary Lou", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nalways regarded as miraculous, and filled the house with boarders. And\nenjoyed the new venture thoroughly, too, although Mary Lou never\nsuspected that. Perhaps Ma, herself, did not realize how much she liked\nto bustle and toil, how gratifying the stir and confusion in the house\nwere, after the silent want and loneliness. Ma always spoke of women in\nbusiness as unfortunate and hardened; she never spoke of her livelihood\nas anything but a temporary arrangement, never made out a bill in her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlife. Upon her first boarders, indeed, she took great pride in\nlavishing more than the luxuries for which their board money could\npossibly pay. Ma reminded them that she had no rent to pay, and that\nthe girls would soon be married, and Alfie working.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Papa had been dead for twenty years now, and still the girls were\nunmarried, and Alfred, if he was working, was doing it in so fitful and\nso casual a manner as to be much more of a burden than a help to his\nmother. Alfred lost one position after another because he drank, and\nMa, upon whose father's table wine had been quite a matter of course,\ncould not understand why a little too much drinking should be taken so\nseriously by Alfie's employers, and why they could not give the boy", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nanother--and another, and another--chance. Ma never alluded, herself,\nto this little weakness of Alfie's. He was still her darling, the one\nson she had left, the last of the Lancasters.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut, as the years went on, she grew to be less of the shrinking\nSouthern lady, more the boarding-house keeper. If she wrote no bills,\nshe kept them pretty straight in her head, and only her endless courage\nand industry kept the crazy enterprise afloat, and the three idle girls\ncomfortable and decently dressed. Theoretically, they \"helped Ma.\"\nReally, one well-trained servant could have done far more than Mary\nLou, Virginia and Georgie did between them. This was, of course,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nprimarily her own fault. Ma belonged to the brisk and bustling type\nthat shoves aside a pair of eager little hands, with \"Here, I can do\nthat better myself!\" She was indeed proud of the fact that Mary Lou, at\nthirty-six, could not rent a room or receipt a bill if her life were at\nstake. \"While I'm here, I'll do this, dear,\" said Ma, cheerfully. \"When\nI'm gone you'll have quite enough to do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan entered a small, square entrance-hall, papered in arabesques of\ngreen against a dark brown, where a bead of gas flickered dispiritedly\nin a red glass shade over the newel post. Some fly-specked calling\ncards languished in the brass tray of an enormous old walnut hat-rack,\nwhere several boarders had already hung wraps and hats.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe upper part of the front door was set with two panels of beveled\nglass, decorated with a scroll design in frosted glass. When Susan\nBrown had been a very small girl she would sometimes stand inside this\ndoor and study the passing show of Fulton Street for hours at a time.\nSomebody would come running up the street steps, and pull the bell!\nSusan could hear it tinkle far downstairs in the kitchen, and would\nbashfully retire to the niche by the hat-rack. Minnie or Lizzie, or", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nperhaps a Japanese schoolboy,--whoever the servant of the hour might\nbe, would come slowly up the inside stairs, and cautiously open the\nstreet door an inch or two.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA colloquy would ensue. No, Mrs. Lancaster wasn't in, no, none of the\nfamily wasn't in. He could leave it. She didn't know, they hadn't said.\nHe could leave it. No, she didn't know.\n\nThe collector would discontentedly depart, and instantly Mary Lou or\nGeorgie, or perhaps both, would hang over the railing in the upper hall.\n\n\"Lizzie, who was it?\" they would call down softly, impatient and\nexcited, as Lizzie dragged her way upstairs.\n\n\"Who was it, Mary Lou?\"\n\n\"Why, how do I know?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here, GIVE it to me, Lizzie!\"\n\nA silence. Then, \"Oh, pshaw!\" and the sound of a closing door. Then\nLizzie would drag downstairs again, and Susan would return to her\nsilent contemplation of the street.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had seen nothing particularly odd or unattractive about the house\nin those little-girl days, and it seemed a perfectly normal\nestablishment to her now. It was home, and it was good to get home\nafter the long day. She ran up the flight of stairs that the gas-bead\ndimly lighted, and up another, where a second gas-jet, this one without\na shade, burned unsteadily and opened the door, at the back of the\nthird-floor hall, that gave upon the bedroom that she shared with Mary", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLou and Georgianna. The boarding-house was crowded, at this particular\ntime, and Georgie, who flitted about as a rule to whatever room chanced\nto be empty, was now quartered here and slept on a narrow couch, set at\nan angle from the bay-window, and covered with a worn strip of chenille.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a shabby room, and necessarily crowded, but it was bright, and\nits one window gave an attractive view of little tree-shaded backyards\nbelow, where small tragedies and comedies were continually being\nenacted by dogs and babies and cats and the crude little maids of the\nneighborhood. Susan enjoyed these thoroughly, and she and Georgie also\nliked to watch the girl in the house just behind theirs, who almost\nalways forgot to draw the shades when she lighted her gas. Whatever", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, look, Georgie, she's changing her slippers. Don't miss this--She\nmust be going out to-night!\" Susan would quiver with excitement until\nher cousin joined her at the window.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I wish you could have seen her trying her new hat on to-day!\"\nGeorgie would contribute. And both girls would kneel at the window as\nlong as the bedroom in the next house was lighted. \"Gone down to meet\nthat man in the light overcoat,\" Susan would surmise, when the light\nwent out, and if she and Georgie, hurrying to the bakery, happened to\nencounter their neighbor, they had much difficulty in suppressing their\nmirth.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo-night the room that the cousins shared was empty, and Susan threw\nher hat and coat over the foot of the large, lumpy wooden bed that\nseemed to take up at least one-half of the floor-space. She sat down on\nthe side of the bed, feeling the tension of the day relax, and a\ncertain lassitude creep over her. An old magazine lay nearby on a\nchair, she reached for it, and began idly to re-read it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBeside the bed and Georgie's cot, there was a walnut bureau in the\nroom, two chairs and one rocking chair, and a washstand. One the latter\nwas a china basin, half-full of cold, soapy water, a damp towel was\nspread upon the pitcher that stood beside it on the floor. The wet pink\nsoap, lying in a blue saucer, scented the room. On the bureau were\ncombs and brushes, powders and cold creams, little brass and china\ntrays filled with pins and buttons, and an old hand-mirror, in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nloosened, blackened silver mounting. There was a glazed paper candy-box\nwith hairpins in it, and a little liqueur glass, with \"Hotel\nNetherlands\" written upon it in gold, held wooden collar buttons and\nodd cuff-links. A great many hatpins, some plain, some tarnished and\nornate, all bent, were stuck into a little black china boot. A basket\nof china and gold wire was full of combings, some dotted veils were\nfolded into squares, and pinned into the wooden frame of the mirror,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand the mirror itself was thickly rimmed with cards and photographs and\nsmall souvenirs of all sorts, that had been stuck in between the glass\nand the frame. There were dance cards with dangling tiny pencils on\ntasseled cords, and score cards plastered with tiny stars. There were\ncalling cards, and newspaper clippings, and tintypes taken of young\npeople at the beach or the Chutes. A round pilot-biscuit, with a dozen\nnames written on it in pencil, was tied with a midshipman's hat-ribbon,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthere were wooden plates and champagne corks, and toy candy-boxes in\nthe shapes of guitars and fire-crackers. Miss Georgie Lancaster, at\ntwenty-eight, was still very girlish and gay, and she shared with her\nmother and sisters the curious instinctive acquisitiveness of the woman\nwho, powerless financially and incapable of replacing, can only save.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMoments went by, a quarter-hour, a half-hour, and still Susan sat\nhunched up stupidly over her book. It was not an interesting magazine,\nshe had read it before, and her thoughts ran in an uneasy undercurrent\nwhile she read. \"I ought to be doing my hair--it must be half-past six\no'clock--I must stop this--\"\n\nIt was almost half-past six when the door opened suddenly, and a large\nwoman came in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, hello, little girlie!\" said the newcomer, panting from the climb\nupstairs, and turning a cold, fresh- cheek for Susan's kiss. She\ntook off a long coat, displaying beneath, a black walking-skirt, an\nelaborate high collar, and a view of shabby corset and shabby\ncorset-cover between. \"Ma wanted butter,\" she explained, with a\npleasant, rueful smile, \"and I just slipped into anything to go for it!\"\n\n\"You're an angel, Mary Lou,\" Susan said affectionately.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, angel!\" Miss Lancaster laughed wearily, but she liked the\ncompliment for all that. \"I'm not much of an angel,\" she said with a\nsigh, throwing her hat and coat down beside Susan's, and assuming a\nsomewhat spotted serge skirt, and a limp silk waist a trifle too small\nfor her generous proportions. Susan watched her in silence, while she\nvigorously jerked the little waist this way and that, pinning its torn\nedges down firmly, adjusting her skirt over it, and covering the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There!\" said Mary Lou, \"that doesn't look very well, but I guess it'll\ndo. I have to serve to-night, and I will not wear my best skirt into\nthe kitchen. Ready to go down?\"\n\nSusan flung her book down, yawned.\n\n\"I ought to do my hair--\" she began.\n\n\"Oh, you look all right,\" her cousin assured her, \"I wouldn't bother.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe took a small paper bag full of candy from her shopping bag and\ntucked it out of sight in a bureau drawer. \"Here's a little sweet bite\nfor you and me, Sue,\" said she, with childish, sweet slyness, \"when\nJinny and Ma go to the lecture to-night, we'll have OUR little party,\ntoo. Just a little secret between you and me.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey went downstairs with their arms about each other, to the big front\ndining-room in the basement. The lower hall was dark and draughty, and\nsmelled of boiling vegetables. There was a telephone on a little table,\nclose by the dining-room door, and a slender, pretty young woman was\nseated before it. She put her hand over the transmitter, as they came\ndownstairs, and said in a smiling whisper, \"Hello, darling!\" to Susan.\n\"Shut the door,\" she added, very low, \"when you go into the\ndining-room.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, you did!\" said she, satirically, \"I believe that! ... Oh, of\ncourse you did! ... And I suppose you wrote me a note, too, only I\ndidn't get it. Now, listen, why don't you say that you forgot all about\nit, I wouldn't care ... Honestly, I wouldn't ... honestly, I wouldn't\n... Yes, I've heard that before ... No, he didn't either, Rose was\nfurious. ... No, I wasn't furious at all, but at the same time I didn't\nthink it was a very gentlemanly way to act, on your part ...\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan and Mary Lou went into the dining-room, and the closing door shut\noff the rest of the conversation. The household was quite used to\nGeorgie's quarrels with her male friends.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA large, handsome woman, who did not look her sixty years, was moving\nabout the long table, which, spread with a limp and slightly spotted\ncloth, was partially laid for dinner. Knives, spoons, forks and rolled\nnapkins were laid in a little heap at each place, the length of the\ntable was broken by salt shakers of pink and blue glass, plates of soda\ncrackers, and saucers of green pickles.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, Auntie!\" Susan said, laying an arm about the portly figure, and\ngiving the lady a kiss. Mrs. Lancaster's anxious eye went to her oldest\ndaughter.\n\n\"Who's Georgie talking to?\" she asked, in a low tone.\n\n\"I don't know, Ma,\" Mary Lou said, sympathetically, pushing a chair\nagainst the table with her knee, \"Fred Persons, most likely.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No. 'Tisn't Fred. She just spoke about Fred,\" said the mother\nuneasily. \"This is the man that didn't meet them Sunday. Sometimes,\"\nshe complained, \"it don't seem like Georgie has any dignity at all!\"\nShe had moved to the china closet at one end of the room, and now stood\nstaring at it. \"What did I come here for?\" she asked, helplessly.\n\n\"Glasses,\" prompted Susan, taking some down herself.\n\n\"Glasses,\" Mrs. Lancaster echoed, in relief. \"Get the butter, Mary Lou?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"In the kitchen, Ma.\" Miss Lancaster went into the kitchen herself, and\nSusan went on with the table-setting. Before she had finished, a\nboarder or two, against the unwritten law of the house, had come\ndownstairs. Mrs. Cortelyou, a thin little wisp of a widow, was in the\nrocker in the bay-window, Major Kinney, fifty, gray, dried-up, was on\nthe horsehair sofa, watching the kitchen door over his paper. Georgia,\nhaving finished her telephoning, had come in to drop idly into her own", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchair, and play with her knives and forks. Miss Lydia Lord, a plain,\nbrisk woman, her upper lip darkened with hair, her figure flat and\nsquare, like a boy's, had come down for her sister's tray, and was\ntalking to Susan in the resolutely cheerful tone that Susan always\nfound annoying, when she was tired.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The Keiths are off for Europe again, Susan,--dear me! isn't it lovely\nfor the people who can do those things!\" said Miss Lord, who was\ngoverness in a very wealthy household, and liked to talk of the city's\nprominent families. \"Some day you and I will have to find a million\ndollars and run away for a year in Italy! I wonder, Sue,\" the mild\nbanter ceased, \"if you could get Mary's dinner? I hate to go into the\nkitchen, they're all so busy--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan took the tray, and went through the swinging door, and into the\nkitchen. Two or three forms were flitting about in the steam and smoke\nand flickering gas-light, water was running, gravy hissing on the\nstove; Alice, the one poor servant the establishment boasted, was\nattempting to lift a pile of hot plates with an insufficient cloth.\nSusan filled her tray silently.\n\n\"Anything I can do, Mary Lou?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Just get out of the WAY, lovey--that's about all--I salted that once,\nMa. If you don't want that table, Sue--and shut the door, dear! The\nsmoke--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was glad to get out of the kitchen, and in a moment Mrs.\nLancaster and Mary Lou came into the dining-room, too, and Alice rang\nthe dinner bell. Instantly the boarders streamed downstairs, found\ntheir places with a general murmuring of mild little pleasantries. Mrs.\nLancaster helped the soup rapidly from a large tureen, her worried eyes\nmoved over the table-furnishings without pause.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe soup was well cooled before the place next to Susan was filled by a\ntall and muscular young man, with very blue eyes, and a large and\nexceptionally charming mouth. The youth had teeth of a dazzling\nwhiteness, a smile that was a bewildering Irish compound of laughter\nand tears, and sooty blue-black hair that fitted his head like a thick\ncap. He was a noisy lad, this William Oliver, opinionated, excitable, a\ntype that in its bigness and broadness seemed almost coarse, sometimes,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbut he had all a big man's tenderness and sweetness, and everyone liked\nhim. Susan and he quarreled with and criticized each other, William\nimitating her little affectations of speech and manner, Susan reviling\nhis transparent and absurd ambitions, but they had been good friends\nfor years. Young Oliver's mother had been Mrs. Lancaster's housekeeper\nfor the most prosperous period in the history of the house, and if\nSusan naturally felt that the son of a working housekeeper was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nseriously handicapped in a social sense, she nevertheless had many\naffectionate memories of his mother, as the kindly dignified \"Nellie\"\nwho used to amuse them so delightfully on rainy days. Nellie had been\nlong dead, now, and her son had grown up into a vigorous, enthusiastic\nyoung person, burning his big hands with experiments in physics and\nchemistry, reading the Scientific American late into the night, until\nhis broad shoulders were threatened with a permanent stoop, and his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\neager eyes blinked wearily at breakfast, anxious to disprove certain\naccepted theories, and as eager to introduce others, unaffected,\nirreverent, and irresistibly buoyant. William could not hear an opera\npraised without dragging Susan off to gallery seats, which the lady\nfrankly characterized as \"smelly,\" to see if his opinion agreed with\nthat of the critics. If it did not, Susan must listen to long\ndissertations upon the degeneracy of modern music. His current passion", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwas the German language, which he was studying in odd moments so that\nhe might translate certain scientific treatises in a manner more to the\nscientific mind.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, Susan, darling!\" he said now, as he slipped into his chair.\n\n\"Hello, heart's delight!\" Susan answered composedly.\n\n\"Well, here--here--here!\" said an aged gentleman who was known for no\ngood reason as \"Major,\" \"what's all this? You young folks going to give\nus a wedding?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not unless I'm chloroformed first, Major,\" Susan said, briskly, and\neverybody laughed absently at the well-known pleasantry. They were all\naccustomed to the absurdity of the Major's question, and far more\nabsorbed just now in watching the roast, which had just come on.\nAnother pot-roast. Everybody sighed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This isn't just what I meant to give you good people to-night,\" said\nMrs. Lancaster cheerfully, as she stood up to carve, \"but butchers can\nbe tyrants, as we all know. Mary Lou, put vegetables on that for Mrs.\nCortelyou.\"\n\nMary Lou briskly served potatoes and creamed carrots and summer squash;\nSusan went down a pyramid of saucers as she emptied a large bowl of\nrather watery tomato-sauce.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, they tell us meat isn't good for us anyway!\" piped Mrs. Kinney,\nwho was rheumatic, and always had scrambled eggs for dinner.\n\n\"--ELEGANT chicken, capon, probably, and on Sundays, turkey all winter\nlong!\" a voice went on in the pause.\n\n\"My father ate meat three times a day, all his life,\" said Mrs. Parker,\na dark, heavy woman, with an angelic-looking daughter of nineteen\nbeside her, \"and papa lived to be--let me see--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, here's Jinny!\" Mrs. Lancaster stopped carving to receive the kiss\nof a tall, sweet-faced, eye-glassed young woman who came in, and took\nthe chair next hers. \"Your soup's cold, dear,\" said she tenderly.\n\nMiss Virginia Lancaster looked a little chilly; her eyes, always weak,\nwere watery now from the sharp evening air, and her long nose red at\nthe tip. She wore neat, plain clothes, and a small hat, and laid black\nlisle gloves and a small black book beside her plate as she sat down.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good evening, everybody!\" said she, pleasantly. \"Late comers mustn't\ncomplain, Ma, dear. I met Mrs. Curry, poor thing, coming out of the\nLeague rooms, and time flew, as time has a way of doing! She was\ntelling me about Harry,\" Miss Virginia sighed, peppering her soup\nslowly. \"He knew he was going,\" she resumed, \"and he left all his\nlittle things--\"\n\n\"Gracious! A child of seven?\" Mrs. Parker said.\n\n\"Oh, yes! She said there was no doubt of it.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe conversation turned upon death, and the last acts of the dying.\nLoretta Parker related the death of a young saint. Miss Lord, pouring a\nlittle lime water into most of her food, chewed religiously, her eyes\nmoving from one speaker's face to another.\n\n\"I saw my pearl to-day,\" said William Oliver to Susan, under cover of\nthe general conversation.\n\n\"Eleanor Harkness? Where?\"\n\n\"On Market Street,--the little darling! Walking with Anna Carroll.\nGoing to the boat.\"\n\n\"Oh, and how's Anna?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Fine, I guess. I only spoke to them for a minute. I wish you could\nhave seen her dear little laugh--\"\n\n\"Oh, Billy, you fatuous idiot! It'll be someone else to-morrow.\"\n\n\"It will NOT,\" said William, without conviction \"No, my little treasure\nhas all my heart--\"\n\n\"Honestly,\" said Susan, in fine scorn, \"it's cat-sickening to hear you\ngo on that way! Especially with that snapshot of Anna Carroll still in\nyour watch!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That snapshot doesn't happen to be still in my watch, if it's any\nbusiness of yours!\" the gentleman said, sweetly.\n\n\"Why, it is TOO! Let's see it, then!\"\n\n\"No, I won't let you see it, but it's not there, just the same.\"\n\n\"Oh, Billy, what an awful lie!\"\n\n\"Susan!\" said Mrs. Lancaster, partly in reproof, partly to call her\nniece's attention to apple-pie and tapioca pudding.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Pudding, please, auntie.\" Susan subsided, not to break forth again\nuntil the events of the day suddenly rushed into her mind. She hastily\nreviewed them for William's benefit.\n\n\"Well, what do you care?\" he consoled her for the disappointment,\n\"here's your chance to bone up on the segregating, or crediting, or\nwhatever you call it.\"\n\n\"Yes, and then have someone else get it!\"\n\n\"No one else could get it, if you understood it best!\" he said\nimpatiently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That shows just about how much you know about the office!\" Susan\nretorted, vexed at his lack of sympathy. And she returned to her\npudding, with the real cream of the day's news yet untold.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA few moments later Billy was excused, for a struggle with German in\nthe night school, and departed with a joyous, \"Auf wiedersehen,\nFraulein Brown!\" to Susan. Such boarders as desired were now drinking\ntheir choice between two dark, cool fluids that might have been tea, or\nmight have been coffee, or might have been neither.\n\n\"I am going a little ahead of you and Georgie, Ma,\" said Virginia,\nrising, \"for I want to see Mamie Evans about tickets for Saturday.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Say, listen, Jin, I'm not going to-night,\" said Miss Georgie, hastily,\nand with a little effort.\n\n\"Why, you said you were, Georgie!\" the older sister said reproachfully.\n\"I thought you'd bring Ma.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm not, so you thought wrong!\" Georgie responded airily.\n\n\"Somebody coming to see you, dear?\" asked her mother.\n\n\"I don't know--maybe.\" Miss Georgie got up, brushing the crumbs from\nher lap.\n\n\"Who is it, dear?\" her mother pursued, too casually.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I tell you it may not be anyone, Ma!\" the girl answered, suddenly\nirritated. A second later they heard her running upstairs.\n\n\"I really ought to be early--I promised Miss Evans--\" Virginia murmured.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, I know, lovey,\" said her mother. \"So you run right along. I'll\njust do a few little things here, and come right after you.\" Virginia\nwas Mrs. Lancaster's favorite child, now she kissed her warmly. \"Don't\nget all tired out, my darling!\" said she, and when the girl was gone\nshe added, \"Never gives ONE thought to herself!\"\n\n\"She's an angel!\" said Loretta Parker fervently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I kind of hate to have you go down to League Hall alone, Ma,\" said\nMary Lou, who was piling dishes and straightening the room, with\nSusan's help.\n\n\"Yes, let us put you on the car,\" Susan suggested.\n\n\"I declare I hate to have you,\" the older woman hesitated.\n\n\"Well, I'll change,\" Mary Lou sighed wearily. \"I'll get right into my\nthings, a breath of air will do us both good, won't it, Sue?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently they all walked to the McAllister Street car. Susan, always\nglad to be out at night, found something at which to stop in every shop\nwindow; she fairly danced along at her cousin's side, on the way back.\n\n\"I think Fillmore Street's as gay as Kearney, don't you, Mary Lou?\nDon't you just hate to go in. Don't you wish something exciting would\nhappen?\"\n\n\"What a girl you are for wanting excitement, Sue. I want to get back\nand see that Georgie hasn't shut everyone out of the parlor!\" worried\nMary Lou.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey went through the basement door to the dining room, where one or\ntwo old ladies were playing solitaire, on the red table-cloth, under\nthe gas-light. Susan drew up a chair, and plunged into a new library\nbook. Mary Lou, returning from a trip upstairs, said noiselessly, \"Gone\nwalking!\" and Susan looked properly disgusted at Georgie's lack of\npropriety. Mary Lou began a listless game of patience, with a shabby\ndeck of cards taken from the sideboard drawer, presently she grew", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ninterested, and Susan put aside her book, and began to watch the cards,\ntoo. The old ladies chatted at intervals over their cards. One game\nfollowed another, Mary Lou prefacing each with a firm, \"Now, no more\nafter this one, Sue,\" and a mention of the time.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was like many of their evenings, like three hundred evenings a year.\nThe room grew warm, the gas-lights crept higher and higher, flared\nnoisily, and were lowered. Mary Lou unfastened her collar, Susan\nrumpled her hair. The conversation, always returning to the red king\nand the black four-spot, ranged idly here and there. Susan observed\nthat she must write some letters, and meant to take a hot bath and go\nearly to bed. But she sat on and on; the cards, by the smallest", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt ten o'clock Mrs. Lancaster and Virginia came in, bright-eyed and\nchilly, eager to talk of the lecture. Mrs. Lancaster loosened her coat,\nlaid aside the miserable little strip of fur she always wore about her\nthroat, and hung her bonnet, with its dangling widow's veil, over the\nback of her deep chair. She drew Susan down to sit on her knee. \"All\nthe baby auntie's got,\" she said. Georgie presently came downstairs,\nher caller, \"that fresh kid I met at Sallie's,\" had gone, and she was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngood-natured again. Mary Lou produced the forgotten bag of candy; they\nall munched it and talked. The old ladies had gone upstairs long ago.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAll conversations led Mrs. Lancaster into the past, the girls could\nalmost have reconstructed those long-ago, prosperous years, from\nhearing her tell of them.\n\n\"--Papa fairly glared at the man,\" she was saying presently, won to an\nold memory by the chance meeting of an old friend to-night, \"I can see\nhis face this day! I said, 'Why, papa, I'd JUST as soon have these\nrooms!' But, no. Papa had paid for the best, and he was going to have\nthe best--\"\n\n\"That was Papa!\" laughed his daughters.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That was Papa!\" his widow smiled and sighed. \"Well. The first thing I\nknew, there was the proprietor,--you may imagine! Papa says, 'Will you\nkindly tell me why I have to bring my wife, a delicate, refined\nSouthern woman--'\"\n\n\"And he said beautiful, too, Ma!\"\n\nMrs. Lancaster laughed mildly.\n\n\"Poor papa! He was so proud of my looks! 'Will you tell me,' he says,\n'why I have to put my wife into rooms like these?' 'Sir,' the landlord\nsays, 'I have only one better suite--'\"\n\n\"Bridal suite, he said, Ma!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, he did. The regular bridal suite. I wasn't a bride then, that was\nafter poor George was born, but I had a very high color, and I always\ndressed very elegantly. And I had a good figure, your father's two\nhands could meet around my waist. Anyway, then Papa--dear me, how it\nall comes back!--Papa says, fairly shouting, 'Well, why can't I have\nthat suite?' 'Oh, sir,' the landlord says, 'a Mr. George Lancaster has\nengaged that for his wife, and they say that he's a man who WILL get", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Didn't you nearly DIE, Ma?\"\n\n\"Well, my dear! If you could have seen the man's face when Papa--and\nhow well he did this sort of thing, deary me!--whips out a card--\"\n\nThey all laughed merrily. Then Mrs. Lancaster sighed.\n\n\"Poor Papa, I don't know what he would have done if he could have seen\nus to-day,\" she said. \"It's just as well we couldn't see ahead, after\nall!\"\n\n\"Gee, but I'd like to see what's coming,\" Susan said thoughtfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bed is coming next!\" Mary Lou said, putting her arm about the girl.\nUpstairs they all filed sleepily, lowering the hall gases as they went.\nSusan yawningly kissed her aunt and Virginia good-night, on the second\nfloor, where they had a dark and rather colorless room together. She\nand the other girls went on up to the third-story room, where they\nspent nearly another hour in dilatory undressing. Susan hesitated again\nover the thought of a hot bath, decided against it, decided against", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\neven the usual brushing of her hair to-night, and sprang into bed to\nlie flat on her tired back, watching Mary Lou make up Georgie's bed\nwith dislocating yawns, and Georgie, wincing as she put her hair into\ntight \"kids.\" Susan slept in a small space bounded by the foot of the\nbed, the head of the bed, the wall, and her cousin's large person, and,\nas Mary Lou generally made the bed in the morning by flapping the\ncovers back without removing them, they were apt to feel and smell", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunaired, and to be rumpled and loose at the foot. Susan could not turn\nover in the night without arousing Mary Lou, who would mutter a\nterrified \"What is it--what is it?\" for the next ten minutes. Years\nbefore, Susan, a timid, country-bred child, had awakened many a time in\nthe night, frightened by the strange city noises, or the fire-bells,\nand had lain, with her mouth dry, and her little heart thundering,\nthrough lessening agonies of fright. But she never liked to awake Mary", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLou. Now she was used to the city, and used to the lumpy, ill-made bed\nas well; indeed Susan often complained that she fell asleep too fast,\nthat she wanted to lie awake and think.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut to-night she lay awake for a long time. Susan was at twenty-one no\nmore than a sweet and sunny child, after all. She had accepted a rather\ncheerless destiny with all the extraordinary philosophy and patience of\na child, thankful for small pleasures, enduring small discomforts\ngaily. No situation was too hopeless for Susan's laughter, and no\nprospect too dark for her bright dreams. Now, to-night for the first\ntime, the tiny spark of a definite ambition was added to this natural", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nendowment. She would study the work of the office systematically, she\nwould be promoted, she would be head girl some day, some day very soon,\nand obliged, as head girl, to come in and out of Mr. Peter Coleman's\noffice constantly. And by the dignity and gravity of her manner, and\nher personal neatness, and her entire indifference to his\ncharms--always neat little cuffs and collars basted in her tailor-made\nsuit--always in her place on the stroke of half-past eight--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan began to get sleepy. She turned over cautiously, and bunched her\npillow comfortably under one cheek. Hazy thoughts wheeled through her\ntired brain. Thorny--the man on the dummy--the black king--\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAmong Mrs. Lancaster's reminiscences Susan had heard none more often\nthan the one in which the first appearance of Billy Oliver and his\nmother in the boarding-house was described. Mrs. Oliver had been newly\nwidowed then, and had the round-faced, square-shouldered little Billy\nto support, in a city that was strange and unfriendly. She had gone to\nMrs. Lancaster's intending merely to spend a day or two, until the\nright work and the right home for herself and Billy should be found.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It happened to be a bad time for me,\" Mrs. Lancaster would say,\nrecalling the event. \"My cook had gone, the house was full, and I had a\nquinsy sore throat. But I managed to find her a room, and Alfie and\nGeorge carried in a couch for the little boy. She borrowed a broom, I\nremember, and cleaned out the I room herself. I explained how things\nwere with me, and that I ought to have been on my back THEN! She was\nthe cleanest soul I ever saw, she washed out the very bureau drawers,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand she took the little half-curtain down, it was quite black,--we used\nto keep that window open a good deal. Well, and we got to talking, and\nshe told me about her husband's death, he was a surveyor, and a pretty\nclever man, I guess. Poor thing, she burst right out crying--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you kept feeling sicker and sicker, Ma.\"\n\n\"I began to feel worse and worse, yes. And at about four o'clock I sent\nCeely,--you remember Ceely, Mary Lou!--for the doctor. She was getting\ndinner--everything was upset!\"\n\n\"Was that the day I broke the pitchers, Ma?\"\n\n\"No. That was another day. Well, when the doctor came, he said BED. I\nwas too wretched then to say boo to a goose, and I simply tumbled in.\nAnd I wasn't out of bed for five weeks!\"\n\n\"Ma!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not for five weeks. Well. But that first night, somebody knocked at my\ndoor, and who should it be but my little widow! with her nice little\nblack gown on, and a white apron. She'd brought me some gruel, and she\nbegan to hang up my things and straighten the room. I asked about\ndinner, and she said she had helped Ceely and that it was all right.\nThe relief! And from that moment she took hold, got a new cook, cleaned\nhouse, managed everything! And how she adored that boy! I don't think", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthat, in the seven years that she was with me, Nellie ever spent an\nevening away from him. Poor Nellie! And a witty, sweet woman she was,\ntoo, far above that sort of work. She was taking the public library\nexaminations when she died. Nellie would have gone a long way. She was\na real little lady. Billy must be more like his father, I imagine.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, now, Ma!\" There was always someone to defend Billy. \"Look how good\nand steady Billy is!\"\n\n\"Steady, yes, and a dear, dear boy, as we all know. But--but very\ndifferent from what I would wish a son of mine to be!\" Mrs. Lancaster\nwould say regretfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan agreed with her aunt that it was a great pity that a person of\nBilly's intelligence should voluntarily grub away in a dirty iron\nfoundry all the days of his youth, associating with the commonest types\nof laboring men. A clerkship, an agency, a hundred refined employments\nin offices would have seemed more suitable, or even a professional\nvocation of some sort. But she had in all honesty to admit that\nAlfred's disinclination to do anything at all, and Alfred's bad habits,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAlfred tried a great many positions, and lost them all because he could\nnot work, and could not refrain from drinking. The women of his family\ncalled Alfred nothing more unkind than \"unfortunate,\" and endured the\ndrunkenness, the sullen aftermath, the depression while a new job was\nbeing found, and Alfie's insufferable complacency when the new job was\nfound, with tireless patience and gentleness. Mary Lou carried Alfie's\nbreakfast upstairs to his bed, on Sunday mornings, Mrs. Lancaster often", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngave him an early dinner, and hung over him adoringly while he ate it,\nbecause he so hated to dine with the boarders. Susan loaned him money,\nVirginia's prayers were all for him, and Georgie laughed at his jokes\nand quoted him as if he had been the most model of brothers. How much\nthey realized of Alfie's deficiencies, how important the matter seemed\nto them, even Susan could not guess Mrs. Lancaster majestically forbade\nany discussion of Alfie. \"Many a boy has his little weakness in early", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had the same visionary optimism in regarding her daughters'\nfutures. The girls were all to marry, of course, and marry well, far\nabove their present station, indeed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Somehow I always think of Mary Lou's husband as a prominent officer,\nor a diplomat,\" Mrs. Lancaster would say. \"Not necessarily very rich,\nbut with a comfortable private income. Mary Lou makes friends very\neasily, she likes to make a good appearance, she has a very gracious\nmanner, and with her fine figure, and her lovely neck, she would make a\nvery handsome mistress for a big home--yes, indeed you would, dear!\nWhere many a woman would want to run away and hide, Mary Lou would be\nquite in her element--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, one thing,\" Mary Lou would say modestly, \"I'm never afraid to\nmeet strangers, and, don't you know you've spoken of it, Ma? I never\nhave any trouble in talking to them. Do you remember that woman in the\ngrocery that night, Georgie, who said she thought I must have traveled\na great deal, I had such an easy way of speaking? And I'd love to dress\nevery night for dinner.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Of course you would!\" her mother always said approvingly. \"Now,\nGeorgie,\" she would pursue, \"is different again. Where Mary Lou only\nwants the very NICEST people about her, Georgie cares a good deal more\nfor the money and having a good time!\"\n\n\"The man I marry has got to make up his mind that I'm going to keep on\nthe go,\" Georgie would admit, with an independent toss of her head.\n\n\"But you wouldn't marry just for that, dear? Love must come, too.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't like to have you say that even in fun, dear! ... Now Jinny,\"\nand Mrs. Lancaster would shake her head, \"sometimes I think Jinny would\nbe almost too hard upon any man,\" she would say, lovingly. \"There are\nmighty few in this world good enough for her. And I would certainly\nwarn any man,\" she usually added seriously, \"that Jinny is far finer\nand more particular than most women. But a good, good man, older than\nshe, who could give her a beautiful home--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I would love to begin, on my wedding-day, to do some beautiful, big,\ncharitable thing every day,\" Virginia herself would say eagerly. \"I\nwould like to be known far and wide as a woman of immense charities.\nI'd have only one handsome street suit or two, each season, beside\nevening dresses, and people would get to know me by sight, and bring\ntheir babies up to me in the street--\" Her weak, kind eyes always\nwatered at the picture.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But Mama is not ready yet to let you go!\" her mother would say\njealously. \"We'll hope that Mr. Right will be a long time arriving!\"\n\nThen it was Susan's turn.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And I want some fine, good man to make my Sue happy, some day,\" her\naunt often said, affectionately. Susan writhed in spirit under the\nimplication that no fine, good man yet had desired the honor; she had a\ngirl's desire that her affairs--or the absence of affairs--of the heart\nshould not be discussed. Susan felt keenly the fact that she had never\nhad an offer of marriage; her one consolation, in this humiliation, was\nthat no one but herself could be quite sure of it. Boys had liked her,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nconfided in her, made her small Christmas presents,--just how other\ngirls led them from these stages to the moment of a positive\ndeclaration, she often wondered. She knew that she was attractive to\nmost people; babies and old men and women, servants and her associates\nin the office, strangers on ferryboats and sick people in hospitals\nalike responded to her friendliness and gaiety. But none of these was\nmarriageable, of course, and the moment Susan met a person who was, a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsubtle change crept over her whole personality, veiled the bright\ncharm, made the friendliness stiff, the gaiety forced. Susan, like all\nother girls, was not herself with the young unmarried men of her\nacquaintance; she was too eager to be exactly what they supposedly\nwanted her to be. She felt vaguely the utter unnaturalness of this,\nwithout ever being able to analyze it. Her attitude, the attitude of\nall her sex, was too entirely false to make an honest analysis", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npossible. Susan, and her cousins, and the girls in the office, rather\nthan reveal their secret longings to be married, would have gone\ncheerfully to the stake. Nevertheless, all their talk was of men and\nmarriage, and each girl innocently appraised every man she met, and was\nmentally accepting or refusing an offer of marriage from him before she\nhad known him five minutes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan viewed the single state of her three pretty cousins with secret\nuneasiness. Georgie always said that she had refused \"dozens of\nfellows,\" meeting her mother's occasional mild challenge of some\nspecific statement with an unanswerable \"of course you didn't know, for\nI never told you, Ma.\" And Virginia liked to bemoan the fact that so\nmany nice men seemed inclined to fall in love with herself, a girl who\ngave absolutely no thought to such things at all. Mrs. Lancaster", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsupported Virginia's suspicions by memories of young men who had\nsuddenly and mysteriously appeared, to ask her to accept them as\nboarders, and young attorneys who had their places in church changed to\nthe pews that surrounded the Lancaster pew. But Susan dismissed these\nromantic vapors, and in her heart held Mary Lou in genuine admiration,\nbecause Mary Lou had undoubtedly and indisputably had a real lover,\nyears ago.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou loved to talk of Ferd Eastman still; his youth, his manly\ncharms, his crossing an empty ball-room floor, on the memorable evening\nof their meeting, especially to be introduced to her, and to tell her\nthat brown hair was his favorite color for hair. After that the\nmemories, if still fondly cherished, were less bright. Mary Lou had\nbeen \"perfectly wretched,\" she had \"cried for nights and nights\" at the\nidea of leaving Ma; Ma had fainted frequently. \"Ma made it really hard", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfor me,\" said Mary Lou. Ma was also held to blame for not reconciling\nthe young people after the first quarrel. Ma might have sent for Ferd.\nMary Lou, of course, could do nothing but weep.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPoor Mary Lou's weeping soon had good cause. Ferd rushed away, rushed\ninto another marriage, with an heiress and a beauty, as it happened,\nand Mary Lou had only the dubious consolation of a severe illness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter that, she became cheerful, mild, unnecessary Mary Lou, doing a\nlittle bit of everything about the house, appreciated by nobody. Ferd\nand his wife were the great people of their own little town, near\nVirginia City, and after a while Mary Lou had several pictures of their\nlittle boy to treasure,--Robbie with stiff curls falling over a lace\ncollar, and plaid kilts, in a swing, and Robbie in velvet\nknickerbockers, on a velocipede.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe boarding-house had a younger affair than Mary Lou's just now in the\nattachment felt for lovely Loretta Parker by a young Mission doctor,\nJoseph O'Connor. Susan did not admire the gentleman very much, with his\nwell-trimmed little beard, and his throaty little voice, but she could\nnot but respect the dreamy and indifferent Loretta for his\nunquestionable ardor. Loretta wanted to enter a convent, to her\nmother's bitter anguish, and Susan once convulsed Georgie by the remark", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But think of sacrificing that lovely beard!\" said Georgie.\n\n\"Oh, you and I could treasure it, Georgie! Love's token, don't you\nknow?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLoretta's affair was of course extremely interesting to everyone at\nMrs. Lancaster's, as were the various \"cases\" that Georgie continually\ntalked of, and the changing stream of young men that came to see her\nnight after night. But also interesting were all the other lives that\nwere shut up here together, the varied forms which sickness and\nmoney-trouble can take for the class that has not learned to be poor.\nLittle pretenses, timid enjoyments and mild extravagances were all", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\novershadowed by a poverty real enough to show them ever more shadowy\nthan they were. Susan grew up in an atmosphere where a lost pair of\novershoes, or a dentist's bill, or a counterfeit half-dollar, was a\nreal tragedy. She was well used to seeing reddened eyes, and hearing\nresigned sighs at the breakfast table, without ever knowing what little\nunforeseen calamity had caused them. Every door in the dark hallways\nshut in its own little story of suffering and privation. Susan always", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthought of second-floor alcoved bedrooms as filled with the pungent\nfumes of Miss Beattie's asthma powder, and of back rooms as redolent of\nhot kerosene and scorched woolen, from the pressing of old Mr. Keane's\nsuits, by Mrs. Keane. She could have identified with her eyes shut any\nroom in the house. A curious chilliness lurked in the halls, from\nAugust to May, and an odor compounded of stale cigarette smoke, and\ncarbolic acid, and coal-gas, and dust.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThose women in the house who did not go to business every day generally\ncame down to the breakfast table very much as they rose from bed. Limp\nfaded wrappers and \"Juliet\" slippers were the only additions made to\nsleeping wear. The one or two men of the house, with Susan and Jane\nBeattie and Lydia Lord, had breakfasted and gone long before these\nladies drifted downstairs. Sometimes Mrs. Parker and Loretta made an\nearly trip to Church, but even then they wore only long cloaks over", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLoitering over coffee and toast, in the sunny dining-room, the morning\nwasted away. The newspapers were idly discussed, various scraps of the\nhouse gossip went the rounds. Many a time, before her entrance into the\nbusiness world, Susan had known this pleasant idleness to continue\nuntil ten o'clock, until eleven o'clock, while the room, between the\nstove inside and the winter sunshine outside, grew warmer and warmer,\nand the bedrooms upstairs waited in every stage of appalling disorder\nand confusion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNowadays Susan ran downstairs just before eight o'clock, to gulp down\nher breakfast, with one eye on the clock. The clatter of a cable car\npassing the corner meant that Susan had just time to pin on her hat,\nseize her gloves and her lunch, and catch the next cable-car. She\nflashed through the dreary little entrance yard, past other yards, past\nthe bakery, and took her seat on the dummy breathless with her hurry,\nexhilarated by the morning freshness of the air, and filled with happy", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn the Monday morning that Mr. Peter Coleman made his appearance as a\nmember of the Front Office staff, Susan Brown was the first girl to\nreach the office. This was usually the case, but to-day Susan,\nrealizing that the newcomer would probably be late, wished that she had\nthe shred of an excuse to be late herself, to have an entrance, as it\nwere. Her plain suit had been well brushed, and the coat was\nembellished by a fresh, dainty collar and wide cuffs of white linen.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had risen early to wash and press these, and they were very\nbecoming to her fresh, unaffected beauty. But they must, of course, be\nhung in the closet, and Susan, taking her place at her desk, looked\nquite as usual, except for the spray of heliotrope pinned against her\nlavender shirtwaist.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe other girls were earlier than was customary, there was much\nlaughing and chatting as desks were dusted, and inkwells filled for the\nday. Susan, watching soberly from her corner, saw that Miss Cottle was\nwearing her best hat, that Miss Murray had on the silk gown she usually\nsaved for Saturdays, that Thorny's hair was unusually crimped and\npuffed, and that the Kirks were wearing coquettish black silk aprons,\nwith pink and blue bows. Susan's face began to burn. Her hand", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunobtrusively stole to her heliotrope, which fell, a moment later, a\ncrushed little fragrant lump, into her waste-basket. Presently she went\ninto the coat closet.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Remind me to take these to the French Laundry at noon,\" said Susan,\npausing before Thorny's desk, on her way back to her own, with a tight\nroll of linen in her hand. \"I left 'em on my coat from yesterday.\nThey're filthy.\"\n\n\"Sure, but why don't you do 'em yourself, Susan, and save your two\nbits?\"\n\n\"Well, maybe I will. I usually do.\" Susan yawned.\n\n\"Still sleepy?\"\n\n\"Dying for sleep. I went with my cousin to St. Mary's last night, to\nhear that Mission priest. He's a wonder.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not for me! I've not been inside a church for years. I had my friend\nlast night. Say, Susan, has he come?\"\n\n\"Has who come?\"\n\n\"Oh, you go to, Susan! Young Coleman.\"\n\n\"Oh, sure!\" Susan's eyes brightened intelligently. \"That's so, he was\ncoming down to-day, wasn't he?\"\n\n\"Girls,\" said Miss Thornton, attracting the attention of the entire\nroom, \"what do you know about Susan Brown's trying to get away with it\nthat she's forgotten about Peter Coleman!\"\n\n\"Oh, Lord, what a bluff!\" somebody said, for the crowd.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't see why it's a bluff,\" said Susan hardily, back at her own\ndesk, and turning her light on, full above her bright, innocent face.\n\"I intended to wear my grandfather's gray uniform and my aunt's widow's\nveil to make an impression on him, and you see I didn't!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Susan, you're awful!\" Miss Thornton said, through the general\nshocked laughter. \"You oughtn't say things like that,\" Miss Garvey\nremonstrated. \"It's awful bad luck. Mamma had a married cousin in\nDetroit and she put on a widow's veil for fun--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt ten o'clock a flutter went through the office. Young Mr. Coleman was\nsuddenly to be seen, standing beside Mr. Brauer at his high desk. He\nwas exceptionally big and broad, handsome and fresh looking, with a\nlook of careful grooming and dressing that set off his fine head and\nhis fine hands; he wore a very smart light suit, and carried well the\naffectation of lavender tie and handkerchief and hose, and an opal\nscarf-pin.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe seemed to be laughing a good deal over his new work, but finally sat\ndown to a pile of bills, and did not interrupt Mr. Brauer after that\noftener than ten times a minute. Susan met his eye, as she went along\nthe deck, but he did not remember her, or was too confused to recognize\nher among the other girls, and they did not bow. She was very\ncircumspect and very dignified for a week or two, always busy when\nPeter Coleman came into Front Office, and unusually neat in appearance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Murray sat next to him on the car one morning, and they chatted\nfor fifteen minutes; Miss Thornton began to quote him now and then;\nMiss Kirk, as credit clerk, spent at least a morning a week in Mr.\nBrauer's office, three feet away from Mr. Coleman, and her sister\ntripped in there now and then on real or imagined errands.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Susan bided her time. And one afternoon, late in October, returning\nearly to the office, she found Mr. Coleman loitering disconsolately\nabout the deck.\n\n\"Excuse me, Miss Brown,\" said he, clearing his throat. He had, of\ncourse, noticed this busy, absorbed young woman.\n\nSusan stopped, attentive, unsmiling.\n\n\"Brauer,\" complained the young man, \"has gone off and locked my hat in\nhis office. I can't go to lunch.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why didn't you walk through Front Office?\" said Susan, leading the way\nso readily and so sedately, that the gentleman was instantly put in the\nposition of having addressed her on very slight provocation.\n\n\"This inner door is always unlocked,\" she explained, with maternal\ngentleness.\n\nPeter Coleman .\n\n\"I see--I am a bally ass!\" he said, laughing.\n\n\"You ought to know,\" Susan conceded politely. And suddenly her dimples\nwere in view, her blue eyes danced as they met his, and she laughed too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was a rare opportunity, the office was empty, Susan knew she\nlooked well, for she had just brushed her hair and powdered her nose.\nShe cast about desperately in her mind for something--anything!--to\nkeep the conversation going. She had often thought of the words in\nwhich she would remind him of their former meeting.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't think I'm quite as informal as this, Mr. Coleman, you and I have\nbeen properly introduced, you know! I'm not entirely flattered by\nhaving you forget me so completely, Mr. Coleman!\"\n\nBefore she could choose either form, he said it himself.\n\n\"Say, look here, look here--didn't my uncle introduce us once, on a\ncar, or something? Doesn't he know your mother?\"\n\n\"My mother's dead,\" said Susan primly. But so irresistible was the well\nof gaiety bubbling up in her heart that she made the statement mirthful.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, gosh, I do beg your pardon--\" the man stammered. They both,\nalthough Susan was already ashamed of herself, laughed violently again.\n\n\"Your uncle knows my aunt,\" she said presently, coldly and unsmilingly.\n\n\"That's it,\" he said, relieved. \"Quite a French sentence, 'does the\nuncle know the aunt'?\" he grinned.\n\n\"Or 'Has the governess of the gardener some meat and a pen'?\" gurgled\nSusan. And again, and more merrily, they laughed together.\n\n\"Lord, didn't you hate French?\" he asked confidentially.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, HATE it!\" Susan had never had a French lesson.\n\nThere was a short pause--a longer pause. Suddenly both spoke.\n\n\"I beg your pardon--?\"\n\n\"No, you. You were first.\"\n\n\"Oh, no, you. What were you going to say?\"\n\n\"I wasn't going to say anything. I was just going to say--I was going\nto ask how that pretty, motherly aunt of yours is,--Mrs. Baxter?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Aunt Clara. Isn't she a peach? She's fine.\" He wanted to keep talking,\ntoo, it was obvious. \"She brought me up, you know.\" He laughed\nboyishly. \"Not that I'd want you to hold that against her, or anything\nlike that!\"\n\n\"Oh, she'll live that down!\" said Susan.\n\nThat was all. But when Peter Colernan went on his way a moment later he\nwas still smiling, and Susan walked to her desk on air.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe office seemed a pleasant place to be that afternoon. Susan began\nher work with energy and interest, the light falling on her bright\nhair, her fingers flying. She hummed as she worked, and one or two\nother girls hummed with her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was rather a musical atmosphere in Front Office; the girls\nwithout exception kept in touch with the popular music of the day, and\nliked to claim a certain knowledge of the old classics as well. Certain\ngirls always hummed certain airs, and no other girl ever usurped them.\nThus Thorny vocalized the \"Spring Song,\" when she felt particularly\ncheerful, and to Miss Violet Kirk were ceded all rights to Carmen's own\nsolos in \"Carmen.\" Susan's privilege included \"The Rosary\" and the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlittle Hawaiian fare-well, \"Aloha aoi.\" After the latter Thorny never\nfailed to say dreamily, \"I love that song!\" and Susan to mutter\nsurprisedly, \"I didn't know I was humming it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAll the girls hummed the Toreador's song, and the immediate favorites\nof the hour, \"Just Because She Made Those Goo-Goo Eyes,\" and \"I Don't\nKnow Why I Love You but I Do,\" and \"Hilee-Hilo\" and \"The Mosquito\nParade.\" Hot discussions as to the merits of various compositions\narose, and the technique of various singers.\n\n\"Yes, Collamarini's dramatic, and she has a good natural voice,\" Miss\nThornton would admit, \"but she can't get AT it.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr, \"That's all very well,\" Miss Cottle would assert boldly, \"but\nSalassa sings better than either Plancon or de Reszke. I'm not saying\nthis myself, but a party that KNOWS told me so.\"\n\n\"Probably the person who told you so had never heard them,\" Miss\nThornton would say, bringing the angry color to Miss Cottle's face, and\nthe angry answer:\n\n\"Well, if I could tell you who it IS, you'd feel pretty small!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had small respect for the other girls' opinions, and almost as\nlittle for her own. She knew how ignorant she was. But she took to\nherself what credit accrued to general quoting, quoting from\nnewspapers, from her aunt's boarders, from chance conversations\noverheard on the cars.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Puccini will never do anything to TOUCH Bizet!\" Susan asserted\nfirmly. Or, \"Well, we'd be fighting Spain still if it wasn't for\nMcKinley!\" Or, \"My grandmother had three hundred slaves, and slavery\nworked perfectly well, then!\" If challenged, she got very angry. \"You\nsimply are proving that you don't know anything about it!\" was Susan's\nlast, and adequate, answer to questioners.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut as a rule she was not challenged. Some quality in Susan set her\napart from the other girls, and they saw it as she did. It was not that\nshe was richer, or prettier, or better born, or better educated, than\nany or all of them. But there was some sparkling, bubbling quality\nabout her that was all her own. She read, and assimilated rather than\nremembered what she read, adopted this little affectation in speech,\nthis little nicety of manner. She glowed with varied and absurd", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nambitions, and took the office into her confidence about them. Wavering\nand incomplete as her aunt's influence had been, one fact had early\nbeen impressed upon her; she was primarily and absolutely a \"lady.\"\nSusan's forebears had really been rather ordinary folk, improvident and\ncarefree, enjoying prosperity when they had it with the uneducated,\nunpractical serenity of the Old South, shiftless and lazy and unhappy\nin less prosperous times.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut she thought of them as most distinguished and accomplished\ngentlefolk, beautiful women environed by spacious estates, by exquisite\nold linen and silver and jewels, and dashing cavaliers rising in gay\ngallantry alike to the conquest of feminine hearts, or to their\ncountry's defense. She bore herself proudly, as became their\ndescendants. She brought the gaze of her honest blue eyes frankly to\nall the other eyes in the world, a lady was unembarrassed in the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer own father had been less elevated in rank than his wife, yet Susan\ncould think of him with genuine satisfaction. He was only a vague\nmemory to her now, this bold heart who had challenged a whole family's\nopposition, a quarter of a century before, and carried off Miss Sue\nRose Ralston, whose age was not quite half his forty years, under her\nfather's very eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen Susan was born, four years later, the young wife was still\nregarded by her family as an outcast. But even the baby Susan, growing\nhappily old enough to toddle about in the Santa Barbara rose-garden\nthat sheltered the still infatuated pair, knew that Mother was\nsupremely indifferent to the feeling toward her in any heart but one.\nMartin Brown was an Irishman, and a writer of random essays. His\nposition on a Los Angeles daily newspaper kept the little family in", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntouch with just the people they cared to see, and, when the husband and\nfather was found dead at his desk one day, with his wife's picture over\nthe heart that had suddenly and simply ceased to serve him, there were\nfriends all about to urge the beautiful widow to take up at least a\npart of his work, in the old environment.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Sue Rose was not quite thirty, and still girlish, and shrinking,\nand helpless. Beside, there was Lou's house to go to, and five thousand\ndollars life insurance, and three thousand more from the sale of the\nlittle home, to meet the immediate need. So Susan and her mother came\nup to Mrs. Lancaster, and had a very fine large room together, and\nbecame merged in the older family. And the eight thousand dollars\nlasted a long time, it was still paying little bills, and buying", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbirthday presents, and treating Alfie to a \"safety bicycle,\" and Mary\nLou to dancing lessons when, on a wet afternoon in her thirteenth\nsummer, little Susan Brown came in from school to find that Mother was\nvery ill.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Just an ugly, sharp pain, ducky, don't look so scared!\" said Mother,\nsmiling gallantly, but writhing under the bed covers. \"Dr. Forsythe has\nbeen here, and it's nothing at all. Ah-h-h!\" said Mother, whimsically,\n\"the poor little babies! They go through this, and we laugh at them,\nand call it colic! Never-laugh-at-another-baby, Sue! I shan't. You'd\nbetter call Auntie, dear. This--this won't do.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA day or two later there was talk of an operation. Susan was told very\nlittle of it. Long afterward she remembered with certain resentment the\ncavalier manner in which her claims were dismissed. Her mother went to\nthe hospital, and two days later, when she was well over the\nwretchedness of the ether, Susan went with Mary Lou to see her, and\nkissed the pale, brave little face, sunk in the great white pillows.\n\n\"Home in no time, Sue!\" her mother said bravely.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut a few days later something happened, Susan was waked from sleep,\nwas rushed to the hospital again, was pressed by some unknown hand into\na kneeling position beside a livid and heavily breathing creature whom\nshe hardly recognized as her mother. It was all confusing and\nterrifying; it was over very soon. Susan came blinking out of the dimly\nlighted room with Mary Lou, who was sobbing, \"Oh, Aunt Sue Rose! Aunt\nSue Rose!\" Susan did not cry, but her eyes hurt her, and the back of\nher head ached sharply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe cried later, in the nights, after her cousins had seemed to be\nunsympathetic, feeling that she needed her mother to take her part. But\non the whole the cousins were devoted and kind to Susan, and the child\nwas as happy as she could have been anywhere. But her restless ambition\nforced her into many a discontented hour, as she grew, and when an\noffice position was offered her Susan was wild with eagerness to try\nher own feet.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I can't bear it!\" mourned her aunt, \"why can't you stay here happily\nwith us, lovey? My own girls are happy. I don't know what has gotten\ninto you girls lately, wanting to rush out like great, coarse men! Why\ncan't you stay at home, doing all the little dainty, pretty things that\nonly a woman can do, to make a home lovely?\"\n\n\"Don't you suppose I'd much RATHER not work?\" Susan demanded\nimpatiently. \"I can't have you supporting me, Auntie. That's it.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, if that's it, that's nonsense, dear. As long as Auntie lives all\nshe asks is to keep a comfortable home for her girls.\"\n\n\"Why, Sue, you'll be implying that we all ought to have taken horrid\noffice positions,\" Virginia said, in smiling warning.\n\nSusan remained mutinously silent.\n\n\"Have you any fault to find with Auntie's provision for you, dear?\"\nasked Mrs. Lancaster, patiently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, NO, auntie! That's not it AT ALL!\" Susan protested, \"it's just\nsimply that I--I can't--I need money, sometimes--\" She stopped,\nmiserably.\n\n\"Come, now!\" Mrs. Lancaster, all sweet tolerance of the vagary, folded\nher hands to await enlightenment. \"Come, now! Tell auntie what you need\nmoney for. What is this special great need?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No one special thing, auntie--\" Susan was anything but sure of her\nground. As a matter of fact she did not want to work at all, she merely\nfelt a frantic impulse to do something else than settle down for life\nas Mary Lou and Virginia and Georgie had done. \"But clothes cost\nmoney,\" she pursued vaguely.\n\n\"What sort of a gown did you want, dear?\" Mrs. Lancaster reached for\nher shabby purse. Susan refused the gift of a gown with many kisses,\nand no more was said for a while of her working.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was in her seventeenth summer. For more than a year after that she\ndrifted idly, reading a great many romantic novels, and wishing herself\na young actress, a lone orphan, the adored daughter of an invalid\nfather or of a rich and adoring mother, the capable, worshiped oldest\nsister in a jolly big family, a lovely <DW36> in a bright hospital\nward, anything, in short, except what she was.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen came the offer of a position in Front Office, and Susan took it on\nher own responsibility, and resigned herself to her aunt's anger. This\nwas a most unhappy time for all concerned.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was all over now. Auntie rebeled no more, she accepted the fact\nas she had accepted other unwelcome facts in her life. And soon Susan's\nlittle salary came to be depended upon by the family; it was not much,\nbut it did pay a gas or a laundry bill, it could be \"borrowed\" for the\nslippers Georgie must have in a hurry, or the ticket that should carry\nAlfie to Sacramento or Stockton for his new job. Virginia wondered if\nSue would lend her two dollars for the subscription to the \"Weekly", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEra,\" or asked, during the walk to church, if Susan had \"plate-money\"\nfor two? Mary Lou used Susan's purse as her own. \"I owe you a dollar,\nSue,\" she would observe carelessly, \"I took it yesterday for the\ncleaner.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr, on their evening walks, Mary Lou would glance in the candy-store\nwindow. \"My! Don't those caramels look delicious! This is my treat,\nnow, remind me to give it back to you.\" \"Oh, Ma told me to get eggs,\"\nshe would remember suddenly, a moment later. \"I'll have to ask you to\npay for them, dearie, until we get home.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan never was repaid these little loans. She could not ask it. She\nknew very well that none of the girls ever had a cent given her except\nfor some definite and unavoidable purchase. Her aunt never spent money.\nThey lived in a continual and agonizing shortage of coin.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLately, however, Susan had determined that if her salary were raised\nshe would save the extra money, and not mention the fact of the raise\nat home. She wanted a gray feather boa, such as Peter Coleman's girl\nfriends wore. It would cost twenty dollars, but what beauty and\ndistinction it lent to the simplest costume!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSince young Mr. Coleman's appearance in Front Office certain young\ngirls very prominent in San Francisco society found various reasons for\ncoming down, in mid-afternoon, to the establishment of Hunter, Baxter &\nHunter, for a chat with old Mr. Baxter, who appeared to be a great\nfavorite with all girls. Susan, looking down through the glass walls of\nFront Office, would suddenly notice the invasion of flowered hats and\nsmart frocks, and of black and gray and white feather-boas, such as her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nheart desired. She did not consciously envy these girls, but she felt\nthat, with their advantages, she would have been as attractive as any,\nand a boa seemed the first step in the desired direction. She always\nknew it when Mr. Baxter sent for Peter, and generally managed to see\nhim as he stood laughing and talking with his friends, and when he saw\nthem to their carriages. She would watch him wistfully when he came\nupstairs, and be glad when he returned briskly to his work, as if the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne day, when a trio of exquisitely pretty girls came to carry him off\nbodily, at an early five o'clock, Miss Thornton came up the office to\nSusan's desk. Susan, who was quite openly watching the floor below,\nturned with a smile, and sat down in her place.\n\n\"S'listen, Susan,\" said Miss Thornton, leaning on the desk, \"are you\ngoing to the big game?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Susan, suddenly wild to go.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I want to go,\" pursued Miss Thornton, \"but Wally's in Los\nAngeles.\" Wally was Miss Thornton's \"friend.\"\n\n\"What would it cost us, Thorny?\"\n\n\"Two-fifty.\"\n\n\"Gosh,\" said Susan thoughtfully. The big intercollegiate game was not\nto be seen for nothing. Still, it was undoubtedly THE event of the\nsporting year.\n\n\"Hat come?\" asked Thorny.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ye-es.\" Susan was thinking. \"Yes, and she's made it look lovely,\" she\nadmitted. She drew a sketch of a little face on her scratch pad. \"Who's\nthat?\" asked Miss Thornton, interestedly. \"Oh, no one!\" Susan said, and\nscratched it out.\n\n\"Oh, come on, Susan, I'm dying to go!\" said the tempter.\n\n\"We need a man for that, Thorny. There's an awful crowd.\"\n\n\"Not if we go early enough. They say it's going to be the closest YET.\nCome on!\"\n\n\"Thorny, honest, I oughtn't to spend the money,\" Susan persisted.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"S'listen, Susan.\" Miss Thornton spoke very low, after a cautious\nglance about her. \"Swear you won't breathe this!\"\n\n\"Oh, honestly I won't!\"\n\n\"Wait a minute. Is Elsie Kirk there?\" asked Miss Thornton. Susan\nglanced down the office.\n\n\"Nope. She's upstairs, and Violet's in Brauer's office. What is it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, say, listen. Last night--\" began Miss Thornton, impressively,\n\"Last night I and Min and Floss and Harold Clarke went into the Techau\nfor supper, after the Orpheum show. Well, after we got seated--we had a\ntable way at the back--I suddenly noticed Violet Kirk, sitting in one\nof those private alcoves, you know--?\"\n\n\"For Heaven's sake!\" said Susan, in proper horror.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes. And champagne, if you please, all as bold as life! And all\ndressed up, Susan, I wish you could have seen her! Well. I couldn't see\nwho she was with--\"\n\n\"A party?\"\n\n\"A party--no! One man.\"\n\n\"Oh, Thorny--\" Susan began to be doubtful, slowly shook her head.\n\n\"But I tell you I SAW her, Sue! And listen, that's not all. We sat\nthere and sat there, an hour I guess, and she was there all that time.\nAnd when she got up to go, Sue, I saw the man. And who do you suppose\nit was?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do I know him?\" A sick premonition seized Susan, she felt a stir of\nagonizing jealousy at her heart. \"Peter Coleman?\" she guessed, with\nburning cheeks. \"Peter Coleman! That kid! No, it was Mr. Phil!\"\n\n\"Mr. Phil HUNTER!\" But, through all her horror, Susan felt the warm\nblood creep back to her heart.\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"But--but Thorny, he's married!\"\n\nMiss Thornton shrugged her shoulders, and pursed her lips, as one well\naccustomed, if not reconciled, to the wickedness of the world.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"So now we know how she can afford a velvet tailor-made and ostrich\nplumes,\" said she. Susan shrank in natural cleanness of heart, from the\nugliness of it.\n\n\"Ah, don't say such things, Thorny!\" she said. Her brows contracted.\n\"His wife enjoying Europe!\" she mused. \"Can you beat it?\"\n\n\"I think it's the limit,\" said Miss Thornton virtuously, \"and I think\nold J. B. would raise the roof. But anyway, it shows why she got the\ncrediting.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Thorny, I can't BELIEVE it! Perhaps she doesn't realize how it\nlooks!\"\n\n\"Violet Hunter!\" Thorny said, with fine scorn. \"Now you mark my words,\nSusan, it won't last--things like this don't--\"\n\n\"But--but don't they sometimes last, for years?\" Susan asked, a little\ntimidly, yet wishing to show some worldly wisdom, too.\n\n\"Not like her, there's nothing TO her,\" said the sapient Miss Thornton.\n\"No. You'll be doing that work in a few months, and getting forty. So\ncome along to the big game, Sue.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well--\" Susan half-promised. But the big game was temporarily lost\nsight of in this horrid news of Violet Kirk. Susan watched Miss Kirk\nduring the remainder of the afternoon, and burst out with the whole\nstory, to Mary Lou, when they went out to match a piece of tape that\nnight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Dear me, Ma would hate to have you coming in contact with things like\nthat, Sue!\" worried Mary Lou. \"I wonder if Ma would miss us if we took\nthe car out to the end of the line? It's such a glorious night!\nLet's,--if you have carfare. No, Sue, it's easy enough to rob a girl of\nher good name. There were some people who came to the house once, a man\nand his wife. Well, I suppose I was ordinarily polite to the man, as I\nam to all men, and once or twice he brought me candy--but it never\nentered my head--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was deliciously bracing to go rushing on, on the car, past the\nChildren's Hospital, past miles of sandhills, out to the very shore of\nthe ocean, where the air was salt, and filled with the dull roaring of\nsurf. Mary Lou, sharing with her mother a distaste for peanuts, crowds,\ntin-type men, and noisy pleasure-seekers, ignored Susan's hints that\nthey walk down to the beach, and they went back on the same car.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen they entered the close, odorous dining-room, an hour later,\nGeorgie, lazily engaged with Fan-tan, had a piece of news.\n\n\"Susan, you sly thing! He's adorable!\" said Georgie.\n\n\"Who?\" said Susan, taking a card from her cousin's hand. Dazedly she\nread it. \"Mr. Peter Coleman.\"\n\n\"Did he call?\" she asked, her heart giving a great bound.\n\n\"Did he call? With a perfect heart-breaker of a puppy--!\"\n\n\"London Baby,\" Susan said, eagerly.\n\n\"He was airing the puppy, he SAID\" Georgie added archly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"One excuse as well as another!\" Mary Lou laughed delightedly as she\nkissed Susan's glowing cheek.\n\n\"He wouldn't come in,\" continued Georgie, \"which was really just as\nwell, for Loretta and her prize idiot were in the parlor, and I\ncouldn't have asked him down here. Well, he's a darling. You have my\nblessing, Sue.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's manners to wait until you're axed,\" Susan said demurely. But her\nheart sang. She had to listen to a little dissertation upon the joys of\ncourtship, when she and Mary Lou were undressing, a little later,\ntactfully concealing her sense of the contrast between their two\naffairs.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's a happy, happy time,\" said Mary Lou, sighing, as she spread the\ntwo halves of a shabby corset upon the bed, and proceeded to insert a\nfresh lacing between them. \"It takes me back to the first time Ferd\ncalled upon me, but I was younger than you are, of course, Sue. And\nFerd--!\" she laughed proudly, \"Do you think you could have sent Ferd\naway with an excuse? No, sir, he would have come in and waited until\nyou got home, poor Ferd! Not but what I think Peter--\" He was already", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter!--\"did quite the correct thing! And I think I'm going to like\nhim, Sue, if for no other reason than that he had the sense to be\nattracted to a plainly-dressed, hard-working little mouse like my Sue--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"His grandfather ran a livery stable!\" said Susan, smarting under the\nrole of the beggar maiden.\n\n\"Ah, well, there isn't a girl in society to-day who wouldn't give her\neyes to get him!\" said Mary Lou wisely. And Susan secretly agreed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was kept out of bed by the corset-lacing, and so took a bath\nto-night and brushed and braided her hair. Feeling refreshed in body\nand spirit by these achievements, she finally climbed into bed, and\ndrifted off upon a sea of golden dreams. Georgie's teasing and Mary\nLou's inferences might be all nonsense, still, he HAD come to see her,\nshe had that tangible fact upon which to build a new and glorious\ncastle in Spain.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThanksgiving broke dull and overcast, there was a spatter of rain on\nthe sidewalk, as Susan loitered over her late holiday breakfast, and\nGeorgie, who was to go driving that afternoon with an elderly admirer,\nscolded violently over her coffee and rolls. No boarders happened to be\npresent. Mrs. Lancaster and Virginia were to go to a funeral, and dwelt\nwith a sort of melancholy pleasure upon the sad paradox of such an\nevent on such a day. Mary Lou felt a little guilty about not attending", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe funeral, but she was responsible for the roasting of three great\nturkeys to-day, and could not be spared. Mrs. Lancaster had stuffed the\nfowls the night before.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll roast the big one from two o'clock on,\" said Mary Lou, \"and give\nthe little ones turn and turn about. The oven won't hold more than two.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll be home in time to make the pudding sauce,\" her mother said, \"but\nopen it early, dear, so that it won't taste tinny. Poor Hardings! A\nsad, sad Thanksgiving for them!\" And Mrs. Lancaster sighed. Her hair\nwas arranged in crisp damp scallops under her best bonnet and veil, and\nshe wore the heavy black skirt of her best suit. But her costume was\ntemporarily completed by a light kimono.\n\n\"We'll hope it's a happy, happy Thanksgiving for dear Mr. Harding, Ma,\"\nVirginia said gently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I know, dear,\" her mother said, \"but I'm not like you, dear. I'm\nafraid I'm a very poor, weak, human sort!\"\n\n\"Rotten day for the game!\" grumbled Susan.\n\n\"Oh, it makes me so darn mad!\" Georgie added, \"here I've been working\nthat precious idiot for a month up to the point where he would take his\nold horse out, and now look at it!\"\n\nEveryone was used to Georgie's half-serious rages, and Mrs. Lancaster\nonly smiled at her absently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But you won't attempt to go to the game on a day like this!\" she said\nto Susan.\n\n\"Not if it pours,\" Susan agreed disconsolately.\n\n\"You haven't wasted your good money on a ticket yet, I hope, dear?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o,\" Susan said, wishing that she had her two and a half dollars\nback. \"That's just the way of it!\" she said bitterly to Billy, a little\nlater. \"Other girls can get up parties for the game, and give dinners\nafter it, and do everything decently! I can't even arrange to go with\nThorny, but what it has to rain!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, cheer up,\" the boy said, squinting down the barrel of the rifle he\nwas lovingly cleaning. \"It's going to be a perfect day! I'm going to\nthe game myself. If it rains, you and I'll go to the Orpheum mat., what\ndo you say?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well--\" said Susan, departing comforted. And true to his prediction\nthe sky really did clear at eleven o'clock, and at one o'clock, Susan,\nthe happiest girl in the world, walked out into the sunny street, in\nher best hat and her best gown, her prettiest embroidered linen collar,\nher heavy gold chain, and immaculate new gloves.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHow could she possibly have hesitated about it, she wondered, when she\ncame near the ball-grounds, and saw the gathering crowds; tall young\nmen, with a red carnation or a shaggy great yellow chrysanthemum in\ntheir buttonholes; girls in furs; dancingly impatient small boys, and\nagitated and breathless chaperones. And here was Thorny, very pretty in\nher best gown, with a little unusual and unnatural color on her cheeks,\nand Billy Oliver, who would watch the game from the \"dollar section,\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nprovidentially on hand to help them through the crowd, and buy Susan a\nchrysanthemum as a foil to Thorny's red ribbons. The damp cool air was\nsweet with violets; a delightful stir and excitement thrilled the\nmoving crowd. Here was the gate. Tickets? And what a satisfaction to\nproduce them, and enter unchallenged into the rising roadway, leaving\nbehind a line of jealously watching and waiting people. With Billy's\nhelp the seats were easily found, \"the best seats on the field,\" said", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, in immense satisfaction, as she settled into hers. She and\nThorny were free to watch the little tragedies going on all about them,\npeople in the wrong seats, and people with one ticket too few.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGirls and young men--girls and young men--girls and young men--streamed\nin the big gateways, and filed about the field. Susan envied no one\nto-day, her heart was dancing. There was a racy autumnal tang in the\nair, laughter and shouting. The \"rooters\" were already in place, their\nleader occasionally leaped into the air like a maniac, and conducted a\n\"yell\" with a vigor that needed every muscle of his body.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd suddenly the bleachers went mad and the air fluttered with banners,\nas the big teams rushed onto the field. The players, all giants they\nlooked, in their clumsy, padded suits, began a little practice play\ndesperately and violently. Susan could hear the quarter's voice clear\nand sharp, \"Nineteen-four-eighty-eight!\"\n\n\"Hello, Miss Brown!\" said a voice at her knee. She took her eyes from\nthe field. Peter Coleman, one of a noisy party, was taking the seat\ndirectly in front of her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well!\" she said, gaily, \"be you a-follering of me, or be I a-follering\nof you?\"\n\n\"I don't know!--How do you do, Miss Thornton!\" Peter said, with his\ndelighted laugh. He drew to Susan the attention of a stout lady in\npurple velvet, beside him. \"Mrs. Fox--Miss Brown,\" said he, \"and Miss\nThornton--Mrs. Fox.\"\n\n\"Mrs. Fox,\" said Susan, pleasantly brief.\n\n\"Miss Brown,\" said Mrs. Fox, with a wintry smile.\n\n\"Pleased to meet any friend of Mr. Coleman's, I'm sure,\" Thorny said,\nengagingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Miss Thornton,\" Mrs. Fox responded, with as little tone as is possible\nto the human voice.\n\nAfter that the newcomers, twelve or fourteen in all, settled into their\nseats, and a moment later everyone's attention was riveted on the\nfield. The men were lining up, big backs bent double, big arms hanging\nloose, like the arms of gorillas. Breathless attention held the big\naudience silent and tense.\n\n\"Don't you LOVE it?\" breathed Susan, to Thorny.\n\n\"Crazy about it!\" Peter Coleman answered her, without turning.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a wonderful game that followed. Susan never saw another that\nseemed to her to have the same peculiar charm. Between halves, Peter\nColeman talked almost exclusively to her, and they laughed over the\npeanuts that disappeared so fast.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe sun slipped down and down the sky, and the air rose chilly and\nsweet from the damp earth. It began to grow dark. Susan began to feel a\nnervous apprehension that somehow, in leaving the field, she and Thorny\nwould become awkwardly involved in Mrs. Fox's party, would seem to be\ntrying to include themselves in this distinguished group.\n\n\"We've got to rush,\" she muttered, buttoning up her coat.\n\n\"Oh, what's your hurry?\" asked Thorny, who would not have objected to\nthe very thing Susan dreaded.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's so dark!\" Susan said, pushing ahead. They were carried by the\ncrowd through the big gates, out to the street. Lights were beginning\nto prick through the dusk, a long line of street cars was waiting,\nempty and brightly lighted. Suddenly Susan felt a touch on her shoulder.\n\n\"Lord, you're in a rush!\" said Peter Coleman, pushing through the crowd\nto join them. He was somehow dragging Mrs. Fox with him, the lady\nseemed outraged and was breathless. Peter brought her triumphantly up\nto Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now what is it that you want me to do, you ridiculous boy!\" gasped\nMrs. Fox,--\"ask Miss Brown to come and have tea with us, is that it?\nI'm chaperoning a few of the girls down to the Palace for a cup of tea,\nMiss Brown,--perhaps you will waive all formality, and come too?\"\n\nSusan didn't like it, the \"waive all formality\" showed her exactly how\nMrs. Fox regarded the matter. Her pride was instantly touched. But she\nlonged desperately to go. A sudden thought of the politely interested\nThorny decided her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Mr. Coleman,\" she smiled, \"but I can't,\nto-night. Miss Thornton and I are just--\"\n\n\"Don't decline on MY account, Miss Brown,\" said Thorny, mincingly, \"for\nI have an engagement this evening, and I have to go straight home--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, don't decline on any account!\" Peter said masterfully, \"and don't\ntell wicked lies, or you'll get your mouth washed out with soap! Now,\nI'll put Miss Thornton on her car, and you talk to Hart here--Miss\nBrown, this is Mr. Hart--Gordon, Miss Brown--until I come back!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe disappeared with Thorny, and Susan, half terrified, half delighted,\ntalked to Mr. Hart at quite a desperate rate, as the whole party got on\nthe dummy of a car. Just as they started, Peter Coleman joined them,\nand during the trip downtown Susan kept both young men laughing, and\nwas her gayest, happiest self.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe Palace Hotel, grimy and dull in a light rainfall, was nevertheless\nthe most enchanting place in the world to go for tea, as Susan knew by\ninstinct, or hearsay, or tradition, and as all these other young people\nhad proved a hundred times. A covered arcade from the street led\nthrough a row of small, bright shops into the very center of the hotel,\nwhere there was an enormous court called the \"Palm-garden,\" walled by\neight rising tiers of windows, and roofed, far above, with glass. At", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\none side of this was the little waiting-room called the \"Turkish Room,\"\nfull of Oriental inlay and draperies, and embroideries of daggers and\ncrescents.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo Susan the place was enchanting beyond words. The coming and going of\nstrange people, the arriving carriages with their slipping horses, the\nluggage plastered with labels, the little shops,--so full of\ndelightful, unnecessary things, candy and glace fruits, and orchids and\nexquisite Chinese embroideries, and postal cards, and theater tickets,\nand oranges, and paper-covered novels, and alligator pears! The very\nsight of these things aroused in her heart a longing that was as keen", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nas pain. Oh, to push her way, somehow, into the world, to have a right\nto enjoy these things, to be a part of this brilliant, moving show, to\nplay her part in this wonderful game!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Fox led the girls of her party to the Turkish Room to-night,\nwhere, with much laughter and chatter, they busied themselves with\nsmall combs, mirrors powder boxes, hairpins and veils. One girl, a Miss\nEmily Saunders, even loosened her long, thin, silky hair, and let it\nfall about her shoulders, and another took off her collar while she\nrubbed and powdered her face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan sat rather stiffly on a small, uncomfortable wooden chair,\nentirely ignored, and utterly miserable. She smiled, as she looked\npleasantly from one face to another, but her heart was sick within her.\nNo one spoke to her, or seemed to realize that she was in the room. A\nsteady stream of talk--such gay, confidential talk!--went on.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Let me get there, Connie, you old pig, I'm next. Listen, girls, did\nyou hear Ward to-day? Wasn't that the richest ever, after last night!\nWard makes me tired, anyway. Did Margaret tell you about Richard and\nWard, last Sunday? Isn't that rich! I don't believe it, but to hear\nMargaret tell it, you'd think--Wait a minute, Louise, while I pin this\nup! Whom are you going with to-night? Are you going to dinner there?\nWhy don't you let us call for you? That's all right, bring him along.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWill you? All right. That's fine. No, and I don't care. If it comes\nI'll wear it, and if it doesn't come I'll wear that old white\nrag,--it's filthy, but I don't care. Telephone your aunt, Con, and then\nwe can all go together. Love to, darling, but I've got a suitor. You\nhave not! I have TOO! Who is it? Who is it, I like that! Isn't she\nawful, Margaret? Mother has an awful crush on you, Mary, she said--Wait\na minute! I'm just going to powder my nose. Who said Joe Chickering", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, if I could only slip out somehow!\" thought Susan desperately. \"Oh,\nif only I hadn't come!\"\n\nTheir loosened wraps were displaying all sorts of pretty little\ncostumes now. Susan knew that the simplest of blue linen shirtwaists\nwas under her own coat. She had not courage to ask to borrow a comb, to\nborrow powder. She knew her hair was mussed, she knew her nose was\nshiny--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer heart was beating so fast, with angry resentment of their serene\nrudeness, and shame that she had so readily accepted the casual\ninvitation that gave them this chance to be rude, that she could hardly\nthink. But it seemed to be best, at any cost, to leave the party now,\nbefore things grew any worse. She would make some brief excuse to Mrs.\nFox,--headache or the memory of an engagement--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you know where Mrs. Fox is?\" she asked the girl nearest her. For\nMrs. Fox had sauntered out into the corridor with some idea of\nsummoning the men.\n\nThe girl did not answer, perhaps did not hear. Susan tried again.\n\n\"Do you know where Mrs. Fox went to?\"\n\nNow the girl looked at her for a brief instant, and rose, crossing the\nlittle room to the side of another girl.\n\n\"No, I really don't,\" she said lightly, civilly, as she went.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's face burned. She got up, and went to the door. But she was too\nlate. The young men were just gathering there in a noisy group. It\nappeared that there was sudden need of haste. The \"rooters\" were to\ngather in the court presently, for more cheering, and nobody wanted to\nmiss the sight.\n\n\"Come, girls! Be quick!\" called Mrs. Fox. \"Come, Louise, dear! Connie,\"\nthis to her own daughter, \"you and Peter run ahead, and ask for my\ntable. Peter, will you take Connie? Come, everybody!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSomehow, they had all paired off, in a flash, without her. Susan needed\nno further spur. With more assurance than she had yet shown, she\ntouched the last girl, as she passed, on the arm. It chanced to be Miss\nEmily Saunders. She and her escort both stopped, laughing with that\nnervous apprehension that seizes their class at the appearance of the\nunexpected.\n\n\"Miss Saunders,\" said Susan quickly, \"will you tell Mrs. Fox that my\nheadache is much worse. I'm afraid I'd better go straight home--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, too bad!\" Miss Saunders said, her round, pale, rather unwholesome\nface, expressing proper regret. \"Perhaps tea will help it?\" she added\nsweetly.\n\nIt was the first personal word Susan had won. She felt suddenly,\nhorrifyingly--near to tears.\n\n\"Oh, thank you, I'm afraid not!\" she smiled bravely. \"Thank you so\nmuch. And tell her I'm sorry. Good-night.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good-night!\" said Miss Saunders. And Susan went, with a sense of\nescape and relief, up the long passageway, and into the cool, friendly\ndarkness of the streets. She had an unreasoning fear that they might\nfollow her, somehow bring her back, and walked a swift block or two,\nrather than wait for the car where she might be found.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHalf an hour later she rushed into the house, just as the Thanksgiving\ndinner was announced, half-mad with excitement, her cheeks ablaze, and\nher eyes unnaturally bright. The scene in the dining-room was not of\nthe gayest; Mrs. Lancaster and Virginia were tired and depressed, Mary\nLou nervously concerned for the dinner, Georgie and almost all of the\nfew boarders who had no alternative to dining in a boarding-house\nto-day were cross and silent.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the dinner was delicious, and Susan, arriving at the crucial\nmoment, had a more definite effect on the party than a case of\nchampagne would have had. She chattered recklessly and incessantly, and\nwhen Mrs. Lancaster's mild \"Sue, dear!\" challenged one remark, she\ncapped it with another still less conventional.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer spirits were infectious, the gaiety became general. Mrs. Parker\nlaughed until the tears streamed down her fat cheeks, and Mary Lord,\nthe bony, sallow-faced, crippled sister who was the light and joy of\nLydia Lord's drudging life, and who had been brought downstairs to-day\nas a special event, at a notable cost to her sister's and William\nOliver's muscles, nearly choked over her cranberry sauce. Susan\ninsisted that everyone should wear the paper caps that came in the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbonbons, and looked like a pretty witch herself, under a cone-shaped\nhat of pink and blue. When, as was usual on all such occasions, a\nlimited supply of claret came on with the dessert, she brought the\nwhole company from laughter very close to tears, as she proposed, with\npretty dignify, a toast to her aunt, \"who makes this house such a happy\nhome for us all.\" The toast was drunk standing, and Mrs. Lancaster\ncried into her napkin, with pride and tender emotion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter dinner the diminished group trailed, still laughing and talking,\nupstairs to the little drawing-room, where perhaps seven or eight of\nthem settled about the coal fire. Mrs. Lancaster, looking her best in a\nlow-necked black silk, if rather breathless after the hearty dinner,\neaten in too-tight corsets, had her big chair, Georgia curled girlishly\non a footstool at her feet. Miss Lydia Lord stealthily ate a soda mint\ntablet now and then; her sister, propped with a dozen pillows on the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsofa, fairly glowed with the unusual pleasure and excitement. Little\nMrs. Cortelyou rocked back and forth; always loquacious, she was\nespecially talkative after to-night's glass of wine.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nVirginia, who played certain simple melodies very prettily, went to the\npiano and gave them \"Maryland\" and \"Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes,\"\nand was heartily applauded. Mary Lou was finally persuaded to sing\nTosti's \"Farewell to Summer,\" in a high, sweet, self-conscious soprano.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had disappeared. Just after dinner she had waylaid William\nOliver, with a tense, \"Will you walk around the block with me, Billy? I\nwant to talk to you,\" and William, giving her a startled glance, had\nquietly followed her through the dark lower hall, and into the\ndeserted, moonlighted, wind-swept street. The wind had fallen: stars\nwere shining.\n\n\"Billy,\" said Susan, taking his arm and walking him along very rapidly,\n\"I'm going away--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Going away?\" he said sympathetically. This statement always meant that\nsomething had gone very wrong with Susan.\n\n\"Absolutely!\" Susan said passionately. \"I want to go where nobody knows\nme, where I can make a fresh start. I'm going to Chicago.\"\n\n\"What the DEUCE are you raving about?\" Mr. Oliver asked, stopping short\nin the street. \"What have you been doing now?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing!\" Susan said, with suddenly brimming eyes. \"But I hate this\nplace, and I hate everyone in it, and I'm simply sick of being treated\nas if, just because I'm poor--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You sound like a bum second act, with somebody throwing a handful of\ntorn paper down from the wings!\" Billy observed. But his tone was\nkinder than his words, and Susan, laying a hand on his coat sleeve,\ntold him the story of the afternoon; of Mrs. Fox, with her supercilious\nsmile; of the girls, so bitterly insulting; of Peter, involving her in\nthese embarrassments and then forgetting to stand by her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"If one of those girls came to us a stranger,\" Susan declared, with a\nheaving breast, \"do you suppose we'd treat her like that?\"\n\n\"Well, that only proves we have better manners than they have!\"\n\n\"Oh, Bill, what rot! If there's one thing society people have, it's\nmanners!\" Susan said impatiently. \"Do you wonder people go crazy to get\nhold of money?\" she added vigorously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nope. You've GOT to have it. There are lots of other things in the\nworld,\" he agreed, \"but money's first and foremost. The only reason _I_\nwant it,\" said Billy, \"is because I want to show other rich people\nwhere they make their mistakes.\"\n\n\"Do you really think you'll be rich some day, Billy?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nSusan walked on thoughtfully.\n\n\"There's where a man has the advantage,\" she said. \"He can really work\ntoward the thing he wants.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, girls ought to have the same chance,\" Billy said generously.\n\"Now I was talking to Mrs. Carroll Sunday--\"\n\n\"Oh, how are the Carrolls?\" asked Susan, diverted for an instant.\n\n\"Fine. They were awfully disappointed you weren't along.--And she was\ntalking about that very thing. And she said her three girls were going\nto work just as Phil and Jim do.\"\n\n\"But Billy, if a girl has a gift, yes. But you can't put a girl in a\nfoundry or a grocery.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not in a foundry. But you could in a grocery. And she said she had\ntalked to Anna and Jo since they were kids, just as she did to the\nboys, about their work.\"\n\n\"Wouldn't Auntie think she was crazy!\" Susan smiled. After a while she\nsaid more mildly:\n\n\"I don't believe Peter Coleman is quite as bad as the others!\"\n\n\"Because you have a crush on him,\" suggested Billy frankly. \"I think he\nacted like a skunk.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Very well. Think what you like!\" Susan said icily. But presently, in a\nmore softened tone, she added, \"I do feel badly about Thorny! I\noughtn't to have left her. It was all so quick! And she DID have a\ndate, at least I know a crowd of people were coming to their house to\ndinner. And I was so utterly taken aback to be asked out with that\ncrowd! The most exclusive people in the city,--that set.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You give me an awful pain when you talk like that,\" said Billy,\nbluntly. \"You give them a chance to sit on you, and they do, and then\nyou want to run away to Chicago, because you feel so hurt. Why don't\nyou stay in your own crowd?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because I like nice people. And besides, the Fox crowd isn't ONE bit\nbetter than I am!\" said the inconsistent Susan, hotly. \"Who were their\nancestors! Miners and servants and farmers! I'd like to go away,\" she\nresumed, feverishly, \"and work up to be something GREAT, and come back\nhere and have them tumbling over themselves to be nice to me--\"\n\n\"What a pipe dream!\" Billy observed. \"Let 'em alone. And if Coleman\never offers you another invitation--\"\n\n\"He won't!\" interposed Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"--Why, you sit on him so quick it'll make his head spin! Get busy at\nsomething, Susan. If you had a lot of work to do, and enough money to\nbuy yourself pretty clothes, and to go off on nice little trips every\nSunday,--up the mountain, or down to Santa Cruz, you'd forget this\nbunch!\"\n\n\"Get busy at what?\" asked Susan, half-hopeful, half in scorn.\n\n\"Oh, anything!\"\n\n\"Yes, and Thorny getting forty-five after twelve years!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, but you've told me yourself how Thorny wastes time, and makes\nmistakes, and conies in late, and goes home early---\"\n\n\"As if that made any difference! Nobody takes the least notice!\" Susan\nsaid hotly. But she was restored enough to laugh now, and a passing\npop-corn cart made a sudden diversion. \"Let's get some crisps, Bill!\nLet's get a lot, and take some home to the others!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo the evening ended with Billy and Susan in the group about the fire,\nlistening idly to the reminiscences that the holiday mood awakened in\nthe older women. Mrs. Cortelyou had been a California pioneer, and\nliked to talk of the old prairie wagons, of Indian raids, of flood and\nfire and famine. Susan, stirred by tales of real trouble, forgot her\nown imaginary ones. Indians and wolves in the strange woods all about,\na child at the breast, another at the knee, and the men gone for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfood,--four long days' trip! The women of those days, thought Susan,\ncarried their share of the load. She had heard the story of the Hatch\nchild before, the three-year-old, who, playing about the wagons, at the\nnoontime rest on the plains, was suddenly missing! Of the desperate\nhunt, the half-mad mother's frantic searching, her agonies when the\nlong-delayed start must be made, her screams when she was driven away\nwith her tinier child in her arms, knowing that behind one of those", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthousands of mesquite or cactus bushes, the little yellow head must be\npillowed on the sand, the little beloved mouth smiling in sleep.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mrs. Hatch used to sit for hours, strainin' her eyes back of us,\ntoward St. Joe,\" Mrs. Cortelyou said, sighing. \"But there was plenty of\ntrouble ahead, for all of us, too! It's a life of sorrow.\"\n\n\"You never said a truer word than that,\" Mrs. Lancaster agreed\nmournfully. And the talk came about once more to the Harding funeral.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\n\n\"Good-morning!\" said Susan, bravely, when Miss Thornton came into the\noffice the next morning. Miss Thornton glanced politely toward her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, good-morning, Miss Brown!\" said she, civilly, disappearing into\nthe coat closet. Susan felt her cheeks burn. But she had been lying\nawake and thinking in the still watches of the night, and she was the\nwiser for it. Susan's appearance was a study in simple neatness this\nmorning, a black gown, severe white collar and cuffs, severely braided\nhair. Her table was already piled with bills, and she was working\nbusily. Presently she got up, and came down to Miss Thornton's desk.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mad at me, Thorny?\" she asked penitently. She had to ask it twice.\n\n\"Why should I be?\" asked Miss Thornton lightly then. \"Excuse me--\" she\nturned a page, and marked a price. \"Excuse me--\" This time Susan's hand\nwas in the way.\n\n\"Ah, Thorny, don't be mad at me,\" said Susan, childishly.\n\n\"I hope I know when I am not wanted,\" said Miss Thornton stiffly, after\na silence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't!\" laughed Susan, and stopped. Miss Thornton looked quickly up,\nand the story came out. Thorny was instantly won. She observed with a\nlittle complacence that she had anticipated just some such event, and\nso had given Peter Coleman no chance to ask HER. \"I could see he was\ndying to,\" said Thorny, \"but I know that crowd! Don't you care, Susan,\nwhat's the difference?\" said Thorny, patting her hand affectionately.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo that little trouble was smoothed away. Another episode made the day\nmore bearable for Susan.\n\nMr. Brauer called her into his office at ten o'clock. Peter was at his\ndesk, but Susan apparently did not see him.\n\n\"Will you hurry this bill, Miss Brown?\" said Mr. Brauer, in his careful\nEnglish. \"Al-zo, I wished to say how gratifite I am wiz your work,\nbefore zese las' weeks,--zis monss. You work hardt, and well. I wish\nall could do so hardt, and so well.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, thank you!\" stammered Susan, in honest shame. Had one month's work\nbeen so noticeable? She made new resolves for the month to come. \"Was\nthat all, Mr. Brauer?\" she asked primly.\n\n\"All? Yes.\"\n\n\"What was your rush yesterday?\" asked Peter Coleman, turning around.\n\n\"Headache,\" said Susan, mildly, her hand on the door.\n\n\"Oh, rot! I bet it didn't ache at all!\" he said, with his gay laugh.\nBut Susan did not laugh, and there was a pause. Peter's face grew red.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Did--did Miss Thornton get home all right?\" he asked. Susan knew he\nwas at a loss for something to say, but answered him seriously.\n\n\"Quite, thank you. She was a little--at least I felt that she might be\na little vexed at my leaving her, but she was very sweet about it.\"\n\n\"She should have come, too!\" Peter said, embarrassedly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan did not answer, she eyed him gravely for a few seconds, as one\nwaiting for further remarks, then turned and went out, sauntering to\nher desk with the pleasant conviction that hers were the honors of war.\n\nThe feeling of having regained her dignity was so exhilarating that\nSusan was careful, during the next few weeks, to preserve it. She bowed\nand smiled to Peter, answered his occasional pleasantries briefly and\nreservedly, and attended strictly to her affairs alone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThus Thanksgiving became a memory less humiliating, and on Christmas\nDay joy came gloriously into Susan's heart, to make it memorable among\nall the Christmas Days of her life. Easy to-day to sit for a laughing\nhour with poor Mary Lord, to go to late service, and dream through a\nlong sermon, with the odor of incense and spicy evergreen sweet all\nabout her, to set tables, to dust the parlor, to be kissed by Loretta's\nlittle doctor under the mistletoe, to sweep up tissue-paper and red", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nribbon and nutshells and tinsel, to hook Mary Lou's best gown, and\naccompany Virginia to evening service, and to lend Georgie her best\ngloves. Susan had not had many Christmas presents: cologne and\nhandkerchiefs and calendars and candy, from various girl friends, five\ndollars from the firm, a silk waist from Auntie, and a handsome\numbrella from Billy, who gave each one of the cousins exactly the same\nthing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThese, if appreciated, were more or less expected, too. But beside\nthem, this year, was a great box of violets,--Susan never forgot the\ndelicious wet odor of those violets!--and inside the big box a smaller\none, holding an old silver chain with a pendant of lapis lazuli, set in\na curious and lovely design. Susan honestly thought it the handsomest\nthing she had ever seen. And to own it, as a gift from him! Small\nwonder that her heart flew like a leaf in a high wind. The card that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncame with it she had slipped inside her silk blouse, and so wore\nagainst her heart. \"Mr. Peter Webster Coleman,\" said one side of the\ncard. On the other was written, \"S.B. from P.--Happy Fourth of July!\"\nSusan took it out and read it a hundred times. The \"P\" indicated a\nfriendliness that brought the happy color over and over again to her\nface. She dashed him off a gay little note of thanks; signed it\n\"Susan,\" thought better of that and re-wrote it, to sign it \"Susan", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nRalston Brown\"; wrote it a third time, and affixed only the initials,\n\"S.B.\" All day long she wondered at intervals if the note had been too\nchilly, and turned cold, or turned rosy wondering if it had been too\nwarm.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMr. Coleman did not come into the office during the following week, and\none day a newspaper item, under the heading of \"The Smart Set,\" jumped\nat Susan with the familiar name. \"Peter Coleman, who is at present the\nguest of Mrs. Rodney Chauncey, at her New Year's house party,\" it ran,\n\"may accompany Mr. Paul Wallace and Miss Isabel Wallace in a short\nvisit to Mexico next week.\" The news made Susan vaguely unhappy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne January Saturday she was idling along the deck, when he came\nsuddenly up behind her, to tell her, with his usual exuberant laughter,\nthat he WAS going away for a fortnight with the Wallaces, just a flying\ntrip, \"in the old man's private car.\" He expected \"a peach of a time.\"\n\n\"You certainly ought to have it!\" smiled Susan gallantly, \"Isabel\nWallace looks like a perfect darling!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She's a wonder!\" he said absently, adding eagerly, \"Say, why can't you\ncome and help me buy some things this afternoon? Come on, and we'll\nhave tea at the club?\"\n\nSusan saw no reason against it, they would meet at one.\n\n\"I'll be down in J.G.'s office,\" he said, and Susan went back to her\ndesk with fresh joy and fresh pain at her heart.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn Saturdays, because of the early closing, the girls had no lunch\nhour. But they always sent out for a bag of graham crackers, which they\nnibbled as they worked, and, between eleven and one, they took turns at\ndisappearing in the direction of the lunch-room, to return with well\nscrubbed hands and powdered noses, fresh collars and carefully arranged\nhair. Best hats were usually worn on Saturdays, and Susan rejoiced that\nshe had worn her best to-day. After the twelve o'clock whistle blew,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn the last flight, just below the lunch-room, she suddenly stopped\nshort, her heart giving a sick plunge. Somebody up there was\nlaughing--crying--making a horrible noise--! Susan ran up the rest of\nthe flight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThorny was standing by the table. One or two other girls were in the\nroom, Miss Sherman was mending a glove, Miss Cashell stood in the roof\ndoorway, manicuring her nails with a hairpin. Miss Elsie Kirk sat in\nthe corner seat, with her arm about the bowed shoulders of another\ngirl, who was crying, with her head on the table.\n\n\"If you would mind your own affairs for about five minutes, Miss\nThornton,\" Elsie Kirk was saying passionately, as Susan came in, \"you'd\nbe a good deal better off!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I consider what concerns Front Office concerns me!\" said Miss Thornton\nloftily.\n\n\"Ah, don't!\" Miss Sherman murmured pitifully.\n\n\"If Violet wasn't such a darn FOOL--\" Miss Cashell said lightly, and\nstopped.\n\n\"What IS it?\" asked Susan.\n\nHer voice died on a dead silence. Miss Thornton, beginning to gather up\nveil and gloves and handbag scattered on the table, pursed her lips\nvirtuously. Miss Cashell manicured steadily. Miss Sherman bit off a\nthread.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's nothing at all!\" said Elsie Kirk, at last. \"My sister's got a\nheadache, that's all, and she doesn't feel well.\" She patted the bowed\nshoulders. \"And parties who have nothing better to do,\" she added,\nviciously turning to Miss Thornton, \"have butted in about it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm all right now,\" said Violet suddenly, raising a face so terribly\nblotched and swollen from tears that Susan was genuinely horrified.\nViolet's weak eyes were set in puffy rings of unnatural whiteness, her\nloose, weak little mouth sagged, her bosom, in its preposterous,\ntransparent white lace shirtwaist, rose and fell convulsively. In her\nvoice was some shocking quality of unwomanliness, some lack of pride,\nand reserve, and courage.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All I wanted was to do like other girls do,\" said the swollen lips, as\nViolet began to cry again, and to dab her eyes with a soaked rag of a\nhandkerchief. \"I never meant nothing! 'N' Mamma says she KNOWS it\nwasn't all my fault!\" she went on, half maudlin in her abandonment.\n\nSusan gasped. There was a general gasp.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't, Vi!\" said her sister tenderly. \"It ain't your fault if there\nare skunks in the world like Mr. Phil Hunter,\" she said, in a reckless\nhalf-whisper. \"If Papa was alive he'd shoot him down like a dog!\"\n\n\"He ought to be shot down!\" cried Susan, firing.\n\n\"Well, of course he ought!\" Miss Elsie Kirk, strong under opposition,\nsoftened suddenly under this championship, and began to tremble. \"Come\non, Vi,\" said she.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, of course he ought,\" Thorny said, almost with sympathy. \"Here,\nlet's move the table a little, if you want to get out.\"\n\n\"Well, why do you make such a fuss about it?\" Miss Cashell asked\nsoftly. \"You know as well as--as anyone else, that if a man gets a girl\ninto trouble, he ought to stand for--\"\n\n\"Yes, but my sister doesn't take that kind of money!\" flashed Elsie\nbitterly.\n\n\"Well, of course not!\" Miss Cashell said quickly, \"but--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, you're doing the dignified thing, Violet,\" Miss Thornton said,\nwith approval, \"and you'll feel glad, later on, that you acted this\nway. And, as far as my carrying tales, I never carried one. I DID say\nthat I thought I knew why you were leaving, and I don't deny it--Use my\npowder, right there by the mirror--But as far as anything else goes--\"\n\n\"We're both going,\" Elsie said. \"I wouldn't take another dollar of\ntheir dirty money if I was starving! Come on, Vi.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd a few minutes later they all said a somewhat subdued and\nembarrassed farewell to the Misses Kirk, who went down the stairs,\nveiled and silent, and out of the world of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's\nforever.\n\n\"Will she sue him, Thorny?\" asked Susan, awed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue him? For what? She's not got anything to sue for.\" Miss Thornton\nexamined a finger nail critically. \"This isn't the first time this has\nhappened down here,\" she said. \"There was a lovely girl here--but she\nwasn't such a fool as Violet is. She kept her mouth shut. Violet went\ndown to Phil Hunter's office this morning, and made a perfect scene.\nHe's going on East to meet his wife you know; it must have been\nterribly embarrassing for him! Then old J.G. sent for Violet, and told", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan went wondering back to Front Office. The crediting should be\nhers, now, by all rights! But she felt only sorry, and sore, and\npuzzled. \"She wanted a good time and pretty things,\" said Susan to\nherself. Just as Susan herself wanted this delightful afternoon with\nPeter Coleman! \"How much money has to do with life!\" the girl thought.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut even the morning's events did not cloud the afternoon. She met\nPeter at the door of Mr. Baxter's office, and they went laughing out\ninto the clear winter sunshine together.\n\nWhere first? To Roos Brothers, for one of the new folding trunks. Quite\nnear enough to walk, they decided, joining the released throng of\noffice workers who were streaming up to Kearney Street and the theater\ndistrict.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe trunk was found, and a very smart pigskin toilet-case to go in the\ntrunk; Susan found a sort of fascination in the ease with which a\nperson of Peter's income could add a box of silk socks to his purchase,\nbecause their color chanced to strike his fancy, could add two or three\nhandsome ties. They strolled along Kearney Street and Post Street, and\nSusan selected an enormous bunch of violets at Podesta and Baldocchi's,\ndeclining the unwholesome-looking orchid that was Peter's choice. They", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbought a camera, which was left that a neat \"P.W.C.\" might be stamped\nupon it, and went into Shreve's, a place always fascinating to Susan,\nto leave Mr. Coleman's watch to be regulated, and look at new\nscarf-pins. And finally they wandered up into \"Chinatown,\" as the\nChinese quarter was called, laughing all the way, and keenly alert for\nany little odd occurrence in the crowded streets. At Sing Fat's\ngorgeous bazaar, Peter bought a mandarin coat for himself, the smiling", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOriental bringing its price down from two hundred dollars to less than\nthree-quarters of that sum, and Susan taking a great fancy to a little\nhowling teakwood god; he bought that, too, and they named it \"Claude\"\nafter much discussion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We can't carry all these things to the University Club for tea,\" said\nPeter then, when it was nearly five o'clock. \"So let's go home and have\ntea with Aunt Clara--she'd love it!\"\n\nTea at his own home! Susan's heart raced--\n\n\"Oh, I couldn't,\" she said, in duty bound.\n\n\"Couldn't? Why couldn't you?\"\n\n\"Why, because Auntie mightn't like it. Suppose your aunt is out?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Shucks!\" he pondered; he wanted his way. \"I'll tell you,\" he said\nsuddenly. \"We'll drive there, and if Aunt Clara isn't home you needn't\ncome in. How's that?\"\n\nSusan could find no fault with that. She got into a carriage in great\nspirits.\n\n\"Don't you love it when we stop people on the crossings?\" she asked\nnaively. Peter shouted, but she could see that he was pleased as well\nas amused.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey bumped and rattled out Bush Street, and stopped at the stately\ndoor of the old Baxter mansion. Mrs. Baxter fortunately was at home,\nand Susan followed Peter into the great square hall, and into the\nmagnificent library, built in a day of larger homes and more splendid\nproportions. Here she was introduced to the little, nervous mistress of\nthe house, who had been enjoying alone a glorious coal fire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Let in a little more light, Peter, you wild, noisy boy, you!\" said\nMrs. Baxter, adding, to Susan, \"This was a very sweet thing of you to\ndo, my dear, I don't like my little cup of tea alone.\"\n\n\"Little cup--ha!\" said Peter, eying the woman with immense\nsatisfaction. \"You'll see her drink five, Miss Brown!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We'll send him upstairs, that's what we'll do,\" threatened his aunt.\n\"Yes, tea, Burns,\" she added to the butler. \"Green tea, dear?\nOrange-Pekoe? I like that best myself. And muffins, Burns, and toast,\nsomething nice and hot. And jam. Mr. Peter likes jam, and some of the\nalmond cakes, if she has them. And please ask Ada to bring me that box\nof candy from my desk. Santa Barbara nougat, Peter, it just came.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"ISN'T this fun!\" said Susan, so joyously that Mrs. Baxter patted the\ngirl's arm with a veiny, approving little hand, and Peter, eying his\naunt significantly, said: \"Isn't SHE fun?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a perfect hour, and when, at six, Susan said she must go, the\nold lady sent her home in her own carriage. Peter saw her to the door,\n\"Shall you be going out to-night, sir?\" Susan heard the younger\nman-servant ask respectfully, as they passed. \"Not to-night!\" said\nPeter, and, so sensitive was Susan now to all that concerned him, she\nwas unreasonably glad that he was not engaged to-night, not to see\nother girls and have good times in which she had no share. It seemed to\nmake him more her own.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe tea, the firelight, the fragrant dying violets had worked a spell\nupon her. Susan sat back luxuriously in the carriage, dreaming of\nherself as Peter Coleman's wife, of entering that big hall as\nfamiliarly as he did, of having tea and happy chatter ready for him\nevery afternoon before the fire----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was no one at the windows, unfortunately, to be edified by the\nsight of Susan Brown being driven home in a private carriage, and the\nhalls, as she entered, reeked of boiling cabbage and corned beef. She\ngroped in the darkness for a match with which to light the hall gas.\nShe could hear Loretta Barker's sweet high voice chattering on behind\nclosed doors, and, higher up, the deep moaning of Mary Lord, who was\ngoing through one of her bad times. But she met nobody as she ran up to\nher room.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, Mary Lou, darling! Where's everyone?\" she asked gaily,\ndiscerning in the darkness a portly form prone on the bed.\n\n\"Jinny's lying down, she's been to the oculist. Ma's in the\nkitchen--don't light up, Sue,\" said the patient, melancholy voice.\n\n\"Don't light up!\" Susan echoed, amazedly, instantly doing so, the\nbetter to see her cousin's tear-reddened eyes and pale face. \"Why,\nwhat's the matter?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, we've had sad, sad news,\" faltered Mary Lou, her lips trembling.\n\"A telegram from Ferd Eastman. They've lost Robbie!\"\n\n\"No!\" said Susan, genuinely shocked. And to the details she listened\nsympathetically, cheering Mary Lou while she inserted cuff-links into\nher cousin's fresh shirtwaist, and persuaded her to come down to\ndinner. Then Susan must leave her hot soup while she ran up to\nVirginia's room, for Virginia was late.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ha! What is it?\" said Virginia heavily, rousing herself from sleep.\nProtesting that she was a perfect fright, she kept Susan waiting while\nshe arranged her hair.\n\n\"And what does Verriker say of your eyes, Jinny?\"\n\n\"Oh, they may operate, after all!\" Virginia sighed. \"But don't say\nanything to Ma until we're sure,\" she said.\n\nNot the congenial atmosphere into which to bring a singing heart! Susan\nsighed. When they went downstairs Mrs. Parker's heavy voice was filling\nthe dining-room.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The world needs good wives and mothers more than it needs nuns, my\ndear! There's nothing selfish about a woman who takes her share of toil\nand care and worry, instead of running away from it. Dear me! many of\nus who married and stayed in the world would be glad enough to change\nplaces with the placid lives of the Sisters!\"\n\n\"Then, Mama,\" Loretta said sweetly and merrily, detecting the\ninconsistency of her mother's argument, as she always did, \"if it's\nsuch a serene, happy life--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLoretta always carried off the honors of war. Susan used to wonder how\nMrs. Parker could resist the temptation to slap her pretty, stupid\nlittle face. Loretta's deep, wise, mysterious smile seemed to imply\nthat she, at nineteen, could afford to assume the maternal attitude\ntoward her easily confused and disturbed parent.\n\n\"No vocation for mine!\" said Georgianna, hardily, \"I'd always be\ngetting my habit mixed up, and coming into chapel without my veil on!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis, because of its audacity, made everyone laugh, but Loretta fixed\non Georgie the sweet bright smile in which Susan already perceived the\nnun.\n\n\"Are you so sure that you haven't a vocation, Georgie?\" she asked\ngently.\n\n\"Want to go to a bum show at the 'Central' to-night?\" Billy Oliver\ninquired of Susan in an aside. \"Bartlett's sister is leading lady, and\nhe's handing passes out to everyone.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Always!\" trilled Susan, and at last she had a chance to add, \"Wait\nuntil I tell you what fun I've been having!\"\n\nShe told him when they were on the car, and he was properly interested,\nbut Susan felt that the tea episode somehow fell flat; had no\nsignificance for William.\n\n\"Crime he didn't take you to the University Club,\" said Billy, \"they\nsay it's a keen club.\"\n\nSusan, smiling over happy memories, did not contradict him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe evening, in spite of the \"bum\" show, proved a great success,\nand the two afterwards went to Zinkand's for sardine sandwiches and\ndomestic ginger-ale. This modest order was popular with them because of\nthe moderateness of its cost.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, Bill,\" said Susan to-night, \"wouldn't you like to order once\nwithout reading the price first and then looking back to see what it\nwas? Do you remember the night we nearly fainted with joy when we found\na ten cent dish at Tech's, and then discovered that it was Chili Sauce!\"\n\nThey both laughed, Susan giving her usual little bounce of joy as she\nsettled into her seat, and the orchestra began a spirited selection.\n\"Look there, Bill, what are those people getting?\" she asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's terrapin,\" said William, and Susan looked it up on the menu.\n\n\"Terrapin Parnasse, one-fifty,\" read Susan, \"for seven of them,--Gee!\nGracious!\" \"Gracious\" followed, because Susan had made up her mind not\nto say \"Gee\" any more.\n\n\"His little supper will stand him in about fifteen dollars,\" estimated\nBilly, with deep interest. \"He's ordering champagne,--it'll stand him\nin thirty. Gosh!\"\n\n\"What would you order if you could, Bill?\" Susan asked. It was all part\nof their usual program.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Planked steak,\" answered Billy, readily.\n\n\"Planked steak,\" Susan hunted for it, \"would it be three dollars?\" she\nasked, awed.\n\n\"That's it.\"\n\n\"I'd have breast of hen pheasant with Virginia ham,\" Susan decided. A\nmoment later her roving eye rested on a group at a nearby table, and,\nwith the pleased color rushing into her race, she bowed to one of the\nmembers of the party.\n\n\"That's Miss Emily Saunders,\" said Susan, in a low voice. \"Don't look\nnow--now you can look. Isn't she sweet?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Saunders, beautifully gowned, was sitting with an old man, an\nelderly woman, a handsome, very stout woman of perhaps forty, and a\nvery young man. She was a pale, rather heavy girl, with prominent eyes\nand smooth skin. Susan thought her very aristocratic looking.\n\n\"Me for the fat one,\" said Billy simply. \"Who's she?\"\n\n\"I don't know. DON'T let them see us looking, Bill!\" Susan brought her\ngaze suddenly back to her own table, and began a conversation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere were some rolls on a plate, between them, but there was no butter\non the table. Their order had not yet been served.\n\n\"We want some butter here,\" said Billy, as Susan took a roll, broke it\nin two, and laid it down again.\n\n\"Oh, don't bother, Bill! I don't honestly want it!\" she protested.\n\n\"Rot!\" said William. \"He's got a right to bring it!\" In a moment a\nhead-waiter was bending over them, his eyes moving rapidly from one to\nthe other, under contracted brows.\n\n\"Butter, please,\" said William briskly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Beg pardon?\"\n\n\"BUTTER. We've no butter.\"\n\n\"Oh, certainly!\" He was gone in a second, and in another the butter was\nserved, and Susan and Billy began on the rolls.\n\n\"Here comes Miss---, your friend,\" said William presently.\n\nSusan whirled. Miss Saunders and the very young man were looking toward\ntheir table, as they went out. Catching Susan's eye, they came over to\nshake hands.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How do you do, Miss Brown?\" said the young woman easily. \"My cousin,\nMr. Brice. He's nicer than he looks. Mr. Oliver? Were you at the\nColumbia?\"\n\n\"We were--How do you do? No, we weren't at the Columbia,\" Susan\nstammered, confused by the other's languid ease of manner, by the\nmemory of the playhouse they had attended, and by the arrival of the\nsardines and ginger-ale, which were just now placed on the table.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm coming to take you to lunch with me some day, remember,\" said Miss\nSaunders, departing. And she smiled another farewell from the door.\n\n\"Isn't she sweet?\" said Susan.\n\n\"And how well she would come along just as our rich and expensive order\nis served!\" Billy added, and they both laughed.\n\n\"It looks good to ME!\" Susan assured him contentedly. \"I'll give you\nhalf that other sandwich if you can tell me what the orchestra is\nplaying now.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The slipper thing, from 'Boheme',\" Billy said scornfully. Susan's eyes\nwidened with approval and surprise. His appreciation of music was an\nincongruous note in Billy's character.\n\nThere was presently a bill to settle, which Susan, as became a lady,\nseemed to ignore. But she could not long ignore her escort's scowling\nscrutiny of it.\n\n\"What's that?\" demanded Mr. Oliver, scowling at the card. \"Twenty cents\nfor WHAT?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"For bread and butter, sir,\" said the waiter, in a hoarse, confidential\nwhisper. \"Not served with sandwiches, sir.\" Susan's heart began to\nthump.\n\n\"Billy--\" she began.\n\n\"Wait a minute,\" Billy muttered. \"Just wait a minute! It doesn't say\nanything about that.\"\n\nThe waiter respectfully indicated a line on the menu card, which Mr.\nOliver studied fixedly, for what seemed to Susan a long time.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's right,\" he said finally, heavily, laying a silver dollar on the\ncheck. \"Keep it.\" The waiter did not show much gratitude for his tip.\nSusan and Billy, ruffled and self-conscious, walked, with what dignity\nthey could, out into the night.\n\n\"Damn him!\" said Billy, after a rapidly covered half-block.\n\n\"Oh, Billy, don't! What do you care!\" Susan said, soothingly.\n\n\"I don't care,\" he snapped. Adding, after another brooding minute, \"we\nought to have better sense than to go into such places!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We're as good as anyone else!\" Susan asserted, hotly.\n\n\"No, we're not. We're not as rich,\" he answered bitterly.\n\n\"Billy, as if MONEY mattered!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, of course, money doesn't matter,\" he said with fine satire. \"Not\nat all! But because we haven't got it, those fellows, on thirty per,\ncan throw the hooks into us at every turn. And, if we threw enough\nmoney around, we could be the rottenest man and woman on the face of\nthe globe, we could be murderers and thieves, even, and they'd all be\nfalling over each other to wait on us!\"\n\n\"Well, let's murder and thieve, then!\" said Susan blithely.\n\n\"I may not do that--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You mayn't? Oh, Bill, don't commit yourself! You may want to, later.\"\n\n\"I may not do that,\" repeated Mr. Oliver, gloomily, \"but, by George,\nsome day I'll have a wad in the bank that'll make me feel that I can\nafford to turn those fellows down! They'll know that I've got it, all\nright.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bill, I don't think that's much of an ambition,\" Susan said, candidly,\n\"to want so much money that you aren't afraid of a waiter! Get some\ncrisps while we're passing the man, Billy!\" she interrupted herself to\nsay, urgently, \"we can talk on the car!\"\n\nHe bought them, grinning sheepishly.\n\n\"But honestly, Sue, don't you get mad when you think that about the\nonly standard of the world is money?\" he resumed presently.\n\n\"Well, we know that we're BETTER than lots of rich people, Bill.\"\n\n\"How are we better?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"More refined. Better born. Better ancestry.\"\n\n\"Oh, rot! A lot they care for that! No, people that have money can get\nthe best of people who haven't, coming and going. And for that reason,\nSue,\" they were on the car now, and Billy was standing on the running\nboard, just in front of her, \"for that reason, Sue, I'm going to MAKE\nmoney, and when I have so much that everyone knows it then I'll do as I\ndarn please. And I won't please to do the things they do, either!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're very sure of yourself, Bill! How are you going to make it?\"\n\n\"The way other men make it, by gosh!\" Mr. Oliver said seriously. \"I'm\ngoing into blue-printing with Ross, on the side. I've got nearly three\nthousand in Panhandle lots--\"\n\n\"Oh, you have NOT!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I have, too! Spence put me onto it. They're no good now, but you\nbet your life they will be! And I'm going to stick along at the foundry\nuntil the old man wakes up some day, and realizes that I'm getting more\nout of my men than any other two foremen in the place. Those boys would\ndo anything for me--\"\n\n\"Because you're a very unusual type of man to be in that sort of place,\nBill!\" Susan interrupted.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Shucks,\" he said, in embarrassment. \"Well,\" he resumed, \"then some day\nI'm going to the old man and ask him for a year's leave. Then I'll\nvisit every big iron-works in the East, and when I come back, I'll take\na job of casting from my own blue-prints, at not less than a hundred a\nweek. Then I'll run up some flats in the Panhandle--\"\n\n\"Having married the beautiful daughter of the old man himself--\" Susan\ninterposed. \"And won first prize in the Louisiana lottery--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sure,\" he said gravely. \"And meanwhile,\" he added, with a\nbusiness-like look, \"Coleman has got a crush on you, Sue. It'd be a\ndandy marriage for you, and don't you forget it!\"\n\n\"Well, of all nerve!\" Susan said unaffectedly, and with flaming cheeks.\n\"There is a little motto, to every nation dear, in English it's\nforget-me-not, in French it's mind your own business, Bill!\"\n\n\"Well, that may be,\" he said doggedly, \"but you know as well as I do\nthat it's up to you--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're just like Georgie and Mary Lou,\" he told her, \"always bluffing\nyourself. But you've got more brains than they have, Sue, and it'd give\nthe whole crowd of them a hand up if you made a marriage like that.\nDon't think I'm trying to butt in,\" he gave her his winning, apologetic\nsmile, \"you know I'm as interested as your own brother could be, Sue!\nIf you like him, don't keep the matter hanging fire. There's no\nquestion that he's crazy about you--everybody knows that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, there's no question about THAT,\" Susan said, softly.\n\nBut what would she not have given for the joy of knowing, in her secret\nheart, that it was true!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwo weeks later, Miss Brown, summoned to Mr. Brauer's office, was asked\nif she thought that she could do the crediting, at forty dollars a\nmonth. Susan assented gravely, and entered that day upon her new work,\nand upon a new era. She worked hard and silently, now, with only\noccasional flashes of her old silliness. She printed upon a card, and\nhung above her desk, these words:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I hold it true, with him who sings\n To one clear harp in divers tones,\n That men may rise on stepping-stones\n Of their dead selves, to higher things.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn stepping-stones of her dead selves, Susan mounted. She wore a\npreoccupied, a responsible air, her voice softened, her manner was\nalmost too sweet, too bright and gentle. She began to take cold, or\nalmost cold, baths daily, to brush her hair and mend her gloves. She\nbegan to say \"Not really?\" instead of \"Sat-so?\" and \"It's of no\nconsequence,\" instead of \"Don't matter.\" She called her long woolen\ncoat, familiarly known as her \"sweater,\" her \"field-jacket,\" and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They should really have a lift, to take the girls up to the lunch\nroom,\" said Susan to Billy.\n\n\"Of course they should,\" said Billy, \"and a sink to bring you down\nagain!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter Coleman did not return to San Francisco until the middle of\nMarch, but Susan had two of the long, ill-written and ill-spelled\nletters that are characteristic of the college graduate. It was a wet\nafternoon in the week before Holy Week when she saw him again. Front\nOffice was very busy at three o'clock, and Miss Garvey had been telling\na story.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"'Don't whistle, Mary, there's a good girl,' the priest says,\" related\nMiss Garvey. \"'I never like to hear a girl whistle,' he says. Well, so\nthat night Aggie,\"--Aggie was Miss Kelly--\"Aggie wrote a question, and\nshe put it in the question-box they had at church for questions during\nthe Mission. 'Is it a sin to whistle?' she wrote. And that night, when\nhe was readin' the questions out from the pulpit, he come to this one,\nand he looked right down at our pew over his glasses, and he says, 'The", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngirl that asks this question is here,' he says, 'and I would say to\nher, 'tis no sin to do anything that injures neither God nor your\nneighbor!' Well, I thought Aggie and me would go through the floor!\"\nAnd Miss Kelly and Miss Garvey put their heads down on their desks, and\nlaughed until they cried.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, looking up to laugh too, felt a thrill weaken her whole body,\nand her spine grow cold. Peter Coleman, in his gloves and big overcoat,\nwith his hat on the back of his head, was in Mr. Brauer's office, and\nthe electric light, turned on early this dark afternoon, shone full in\nhis handsome, clean-shaven face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had some bills that she had planned to show to Mr. Brauer this\nafternoon. Six months ago she would have taken them in to him at once,\nand been glad of the excuse. But now she dropped her eyes, and busied\nherself with her work. Her heart beat high, she attacked a particularly\ndifficult bill, one she had been avoiding for days, and disposed of it\nin ten minutes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA little later she glanced at Mr. Brauer's office. Peter was gone, and\nSusan felt a sensation of sickness. She looked down at Mr. Baxter's\noffice, and saw him there, spreading kodak pictures over the old man's\ndesk, laughing and talking. Presently he was gone again, and she saw\nhim no more that day.\n\nThe next day, however, she found him at her desk when she came in. They\nhad ten minutes of inconsequential banter before Miss Cashell came in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How about a fool trip to the Chutes to-morrow night?\" Peter asked in a\nlow tone, just before departing.\n\n\"Lent,\" Susan said reluctantly.\n\n\"Oh, so it is. I suppose Auntie wouldn't stand for a dinner?\"\n\n\"Pos-i-to-ri-ly NOT!\" Susan was hedged with convention.\n\n\"Positorily not? Well, let's walk the pup? What? All right, I'll come\nat eight.\"\n\n\"At eight,\" said Susan, with a dancing heart.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe thought of nothing else until Friday came, slipped away from the\noffice a little earlier than usual, and went home planning just the\ngown and hat most suitable. Visitors were in the parlor; Auntie,\nthinking of pan-gravy and hot biscuits, was being visibly driven to\nmadness by them. Susan charitably took Mrs. Cobb and Annie and Daisy\noff Mrs. Lancaster's hands, and listened sympathetically to a\ndissertation upon the thanklessness of sons. Mrs. Cobb's sons, leaving", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntheir mother and their unmarried sisters in a comfortable home, had\nmarried the women of their own choice, and were not yet forgiven.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And how's Alfie doing?\" Mrs. Cobb asked heavily, departing.\n\n\"Pretty well. He's in Portland now, he has another job,\" Susan said\ncautiously. Alfred was never criticized in his mother's hearing. A\nmoment later she closed the hall door upon the callers with a sigh of\nrelief, and ran downstairs.\n\nThe telephone bell was ringing. Susan answered it.\n\n\"Hello Miss Brown! You see I know you in any disguise!\" It was Peter\nColeman's voice.\n\n\"Hello!\" said Susan, with a chill premonition.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm calling off that party to-night,\" said Peter. \"I'm awfully sorry.\nWe'll do it some other night. I'm in Berkeley.\"\n\n\"Oh, very well!\" Susan agreed, brightly.\n\n\"Can you HEAR me? I say I'm---\"\n\n\"Yes, I hear perfectly.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I say I can hear!\"\n\n\"And it's all right? I'm awfully sorry!\"\n\n\"Oh, certainly!\"\n\n\"All right. These fellows are making such a racket I can't hear you.\nSee you to-morrow!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan hung up the receiver. She sat quite still in the darkness for\nawhile, staring straight ahead of her. When she went into the\ndining-room she was very sober. Mr. Oliver was there; he had taken one\nof his men to a hospital, with a burned arm, too late in the afternoon\nto make a return to the foundry worth while.\n\n\"Harkee, Susan wench!\" said he, \"do 'ee smell asparagus?\"\n\n\"Aye. It'll be asparagus, Gaffer,\" said Susan dispiritedly, dropping\ninto her chair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And I nearly got my dinner out to-night!\" Billy said, with a shudder.\n\"Say, listen, Susan, can you come over to the Carrolls, Sunday? Going\nto be a bully walk!\"\n\n\"I don't know, Billy,\" she said quietly.\n\n\"Well, listen what we're all going to do, some Thursday. We're going to\nthe theater, and then dawdle over supper at some cheap place, you know,\nand then go down on the docks, at about three, to see the fishing fleet\ncome in? Are you on? It's great. They pile the fish up to their waists,\nyou know--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That sounds lovely!\" said Susan, eying him scornfully. \"I see Jo and\nAnna Carroll enjoying THAT!\"\n\n\"Lord, what a grouch you've got!\" Billy said, with a sort of awed\nadmiration.\n\nSusan began to mold the damp salt in an open glass salt-cellar with the\nhandle of a fork. Her eyes blurred with sudden tears.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" Billy asked in a lowered voice.\n\nShe gulped, merely shook her head.\n\n\"You're dead, aren't you?\" he said repentantly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, all in!\" It was a relief to ascribe it to that. \"I'm awfully\ntired.\"\n\n\"Too tired to go to church with Mary Lou and me, dear?\" asked Virginia,\ncoming in. \"Friday in Passion Week, you know. We're going to St.\nIgnatius. But if you're dead--?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I am. I'm going straight to bed,\" Susan said. But after dinner,\nwhen Mary Lou was dressing, she suddenly changed her mind, dragged\nherself up from the couch where she was lying and, being Susan, brushed\nher hair, pinned a rose on her coat lapel, and powdered her nose.\nWalking down the street with her two cousins, Susan, storm-shaken and\nsubdued, still felt \"good,\" and liked the feeling. Spring was in the\nair, the early darkness was sweet with the odors of grass and flowers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen they reached the church, the great edifice was throbbing with the\nnotes of the organ, a careless voluntary that stopped short, rambled,\nbegan again. They were early, and the lights were only lighted here and\nthere; women, and now and then a man, drifted up the center aisle.\nBoots cheeped unseen in the arches, sibilant whispers smote the\nsilence, pew-doors creaked, and from far corners of the church violent\ncoughing sounded with muffled reverberations. Mary Lou would have", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nslipped into the very last pew, but Virginia led the way up--up--up--in\nthe darkness, nearer and nearer the altar, with its winking red light,\nand genuflected before one of the very first pews. Susan followed her\ninto it with a sigh of satisfaction; she liked to see and hear, and all\nthe pews were open to-night. They knelt for awhile, then sat back,\nsilent, reverential, but not praying, and interested in the arriving\ncongregation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA young woman, seeing Virginia, came to whisper to her in a rasping\naside. She \"had St. Joseph\" for Easter, she said, would Virginia help\nher \"fix him\"? Virginia nodded, she loved to assist those devout young\nwomen who decorated, with exquisite flowers and hundreds of candles,\nthe various side altars of the church.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was a constant crisping of shoes in the aisle now, the pews were\nfilling fast. \"Lord, where do all these widows come from?\" thought\nSusan. A \"Brother,\" in a soutane, was going about from pillar to\npillar, lighting the gas. Group after group of the pendent globes\nsprang into a soft, moony glow; the hanging glass prisms jingled\nsoftly. The altar-boys in red, without surplices, were moving about the\naltar now, lighting the candles. The great crucifix, the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\naltar-paintings and the tall candle-sticks were swathed in purple\ncloth, there were no flowers to-night on the High Altar, but it\ntwinkled with a thousand candles.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe hour began to have its effect on Susan. She felt herself a little\ngirl again, yielding to the spell of the devotion all about her; the\nclicking rosary-beads, the whispered audible prayers, the very\nodors,--odors of close-packed humanity,--that reached her were all a\npart of this old mood. A little woman fluttered up the aisle, and\nsqueezed in beside her, panting like a frightened rabbit. Now there was\nnot a seat to be seen, even the benches by the confessionals were full.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd now the organ broke softly, miraculously, into enchanting and\nenveloping sound, that seemed to shake the church bodily with its great\ntrembling touch, and from a door on the left of the altar the\nprocession streamed,--altar-boys and altar-boys and altar-boys,\nfollowed through the altar-gate by the tall young priest who would \"say\nthe Stations.\" Other priests, a score of them, filled the altar-stalls;\none, seated on the right between two boys, would presently preach.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe procession halted somewhere over in the distant: arches, the organ\nthundered the \"Stabat Mater.\" Susan could only see the candles and the\nboys, but the priest's voice was loud and clear. The congregation knelt\nand rose again, knelt and rose again, turned and swayed to follow the\nslow movement of the procession about the church.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen priest and boys had returned to the altar, a wavering high soprano\nvoice floated across the church in an intricate \"Veni Creator.\" Susan\nand Mary Lou sat back in their seats, but Virginia knelt, wrapped in\nprayer, her face buried in her hands, her hat forcing the woman in\nfront of her to sit well forward in her place.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe pulpit was pushed across a little track laid in the altar\nenclosure, and the preacher mounted it, shook his lace cuffs into\nplace, laid his book and notes to one side, and composedly studied his\naudience.\n\n\"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost,\nAmen. 'Ask and ye shall receive---'\" suddenly the clear voice rang out.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan lost the sermon. But she got the text, and pondered it with new\ninterest. It was not new to her. She had \"asked\" all her life long; for\npatience, for truthfulness, for \"final perseverance,\" for help for\nVirginia's eyes and Auntie's business and Alfie's intemperance, for the\nprotection of this widow, the conversion of that friend, \"the speedy\nrecovery or happy death\" of some person dangerously ill. Susan had\nnever slipped into church at night with Mary Lou, without finding some", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo-night, in the solemn pause of Benediction, she asked for Peter\nColeman's love. Here was a temporal favor, indeed, indicating a lesser\nspiritual degree than utter resignation to the Divine Will. Susan was\nnot sure of her right to ask it. But, standing to sing the \"Laudate,\"\nthere came a sudden rush of confidence and hope to her heart. She was\npraying for this gift now, and that fact alone seemed to lift it above\nthe level of ordinary, earthly desires. Not entirely unworthy was any", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwo weeks later she and Peter Coleman had their evening at the Chutes,\nand a wonderful evening it was; then came a theater trip, and a Sunday\nafternoon that they spent in idly drifting about Golden Gate Park,\nenjoying the spring sunshine, and the holiday crowd, feeding the\nanimals and eating peanuts. Susan bowed to Thorny and the faithful\nWally on this last occasion and was teased by Thorny about Peter\nColeman the next day, to her secret pleasure. She liked anything that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmade her friendship for Peter seem real, a thing noticed and accepted\nby others, not all the romantic fabric of her own unfounded dreams.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTangible proof of his affection there was indeed, to display to the\neyes of her world. But it was for intangible proof that Susan's heart\nlonged day after day. In spite of comment and of envy from the office,\nin spite of the flowers and messages and calls upon which Auntie and\nthe girls were placing such flattering significance, Susan was far too\nhonest with life not to realize that she had not even a thread by which\nto hold Peter Coleman, that he had not given an instant's thought, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe surprised him, she amused him, she was the company he liked best,\neasiest to entertain, most entertaining in turn, this she knew. He\nliked her raptures over pleasures that would only have bored the other\ngirls he knew, he liked the ready nonsense that inspired answering\nnonsense in him, the occasional flashes of real wit, the inexhaustible\noriginality of Susan's point-of-view. They had their own vocabulary,\nphrases remembered from plays, good and bad, that they had seen", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntogether, or overheard in the car; they laughed and laughed together at\na thousand things that Susan could not remember when she was alone, or,\nremembering, found no longer amusing. This was all wonderful, but it\nwas not love.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut, perhaps, she consoled herself, courtship, in his class, was not\nthe serious affair she had always known it to be in hers. Rich people\ntook nothing very seriously, yet they married and made good husbands\nfor all that. Susan would blame herself for daring to criticize, even\nin the tiniest particular, the great gift that the gods laid at her\nfeet.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne June day, when Susan felt rather ill, and was sitting huddled at\nher desk, with chilled feet and burning cheeks, she was sent for by old\nMr. Baxter, and found Miss Emily Saunders in his office. The visitor\nwas chatting with Peter and the old man, and gaily carried Susan off to\nluncheon, after Peter had regretted his inability to come too. They\nwent to the Palace Hotel, and Susan thought everything, Miss Emily\nespecially, very wonderful and delightful, and, warmed and sustained by", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\na delicious lunch, congratulated herself all during the afternoon that\nshe herself had risen to the demand of the occasion, had really been\n\"funny\" and \"nice,\" had really \"made good.\" She knew Emily had been\namused and attracted, and suspected that she would hear from that\nfascinating young person again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA few weeks later a letter came from Miss Saunders asking Susan to\nlunch with the family, in their San Rafael home. Susan admired the\nhandsome stationery, the monogram, the bold, dashing hand. Something in\nMary Lou's and Georgianna's pleasure in this pleasure for her made her\nheart ache as she wrote her acceptance. She was far enough from the\nworld of ease and beauty and luxury, but how much further were these\nsweet, uncomplaining, beauty-starved cousins of hers!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou went with her to the ferry, when the Sunday came, just for a\nride on the hot day, and the two, being early, roamed happily over the\ngreat ferry building, watching German and Italian picnics form and file\nthrough the gateways, and late-comers rush madly up to the closing\ndoors. Susan had been to church at seven o'clock, and had since washed\nher hair, and washed and pressed her best shirtwaist, but she felt\nfresh and gay.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently, with a shout of pleasure that drew some attention to their\ngroup, Peter Coleman came up to them. It appeared that he was to be\nMiss Saunders' guest at luncheon, too, and he took charge of the\nradiant Susan with evident satisfaction, and much laughter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Dear me! I wish I was going, too,\" said Mary Lou mildly, as they\nparted. \"But I presume a certain young man is very glad I am not,\" she\nadded, with deep finesse. Peter laughed out, but turned red, and Susan\nwished impatiently that Mary Lou would not feel these embarrassing\ninanities to be either welcome or in good taste.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut no small cloud could long shadow the perfect day. The Saunders'\nhome, set in emerald lawns, brightened by gay-striped awnings, fragrant\nwith flowers indoors and out, was quite the most beautiful she had ever\nseen. Emily's family was all cordiality; the frail, nervous, richly\ndressed little mother made a visible effort to be gracious to this\nstranger, and Emily's big sister, Ella, in whom Susan recognized the\nvery fat young woman of the Zinkand party, was won by Susan's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nirrepressible merriment to abandon her attitude of bored, good-natured\nsilence, and entered into the conversation at luncheon with sudden\nzest. The party was completed by Mrs. Saunders' trained nurse, Miss\nBaker, a placid young woman who did not seem, to Susan, to appreciate\nher advantages in this wonderful place, and the son of the house,\nKenneth, a silent, handsome, pale young man, who confined his remarks\nduring luncheon to the single observation, made to Peter, that he was\n\"on the wagon.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe guest wondered what dinner would be, if this were luncheon merely.\nEverything was beautifully served, smoking hot or icy cold, garnished\nand seasoned miraculously. Subtle flavors contended with other flavors,\nwhipped cream appeared in most unexpected places--on the bouillon, and\nin a rosette that topped the salad--of the hot bread and the various\nchutneys and jellies and spiced fruits and cheeses and olives alone,\nSusan could have made a most satisfactory meal. She delighted in the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsparkling glass, the heavy linen and silver, the exquisite flowers.\nTogether they seemed to form a lulling draught for her senses; Susan\nfelt as if undue cold, undue heat, haste and worry and work, the office\nwith its pencil-dust and ink-stains and her aunt's house, odorous,\ndreary and dark, were alike a half-forgotten dream.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter luncheon they drove to a bright, wide tennis-court, set in\nglowing gardens, and here Susan was introduced to a score of noisy,\nwhite-clad young people, and established herself comfortably on a bench\nnear the older women, to watch the games. This second social experience\nwas far happier than her first, perhaps because Susan resolutely put\nher thoughts on something else than herself to-day, watched and\nlaughed, talked when she could, was happily silent when she could not,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand battled successfully with the thought of neglect whenever it raised\nits head. Bitter as her lesson had been she was grateful for it to-day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter, very lithe, very big, gloriously happy, played in one set, and,\nwinning, came to throw himself on the grass at Susan's feet, panting\nand hot. This made Susan the very nucleus of the gathering group, the\ngirls strolled up under their lazily twirling parasols, the men ranged\nthemselves beside Peter on the lawn. Susan said very little; again she\nfound the conversation a difficult one to enter, but to-day she did not\ncare; it was a curious, and, as she was to learn later, a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was a bright insincerity about everything they said, a languid\nassumption that nothing in the world was worth an instant's\nseriousness, whether it was life or death, tragedy or pathos. Susan had\nseen this before in Peter, she saw him in his element now. He laughed\nincessantly, as they all did. The conversation called for no particular\neffort; it consisted of one or two phrases repeated constantly, and\nwith varying inflections, and interspersed by the most trivial and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncasual of statements. To-day the phrase, \"Would a nice girl DO that?\"\nseemed to have caught the general fancy. Susan also heard the verb to\nlove curiously abused.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look out, George--your racket!\" some girl said vigorously.\n\n\"Would a nice girl DO that? I nearly put your eye out, didn't I? I tell\nyou all I'm a dangerous character,\" her neighbor answered laughingly.\n\n\"Oh, I love that!\" another girl's voice said, adding presently, \"Look\nat Louise's coat. Don't you love it?\"\n\n\"I love it,\" said several voices. Another languidly added, \"I'm crazy\nabout it.\"\n\n\"I'm crazy about it,\" said the wearer modestly, \"Aunt Fanny sent it.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Can a nice girl DO that?\" asked Peter, and there was a general shout.\n\n\"But I'm crazy about your aunt,\" some girl asserted, \"you know she told\nMother that I was a perfect little lady--honestly she did! Don't you\nlove that?\"\n\n\"Oh, I LOVE that,\" Emily Saunders said, as freshly as if coining the\nphrase. \"I'm crazy about it!\"\n\n\"Don't you love it? You've got your aunt's number,\" they all said. And\nsomebody added thoughtfully, \"Can a nice girl DO that?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHow sure of themselves they were, how unembarrassed and how marvelously\npoised, thought Susan. How casually these fortunate young women could\nask what friends they pleased to dinner, could plan for to-day,\nto-morrow, for all the days that were! Nothing to prevent them from\ngoing where they wanted to go, buying what they fancied, doing as they\npleased! Susan felt that an impassable barrier stood between their\nlives and hers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLate in the afternoon Miss Ella, driving in with a gray-haired young\nman in a very smart trap, paid a visit to the tennis court, and was\nrapturously hailed. She was evidently a great favorite.\n\n\"See here, Miss Brown,\" she called out, after a few moments, noticing\nSusan, \"don't you want to come for a little spin with me?\"\n\n\"Very much,\" Susan said, a little shyly.\n\n\"Get down, Jerry,\" Miss Saunders said, giving her companion a little\nshove with her elbow.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look here, who you pushing?\" demanded the gray-haired young man,\nwithout venom.\n\n\"I'm pushing you.\"\n\n\"'It's habit. I keep right on loving her!'\" quoted Mr. Phillips to the\nbystanders. But he got lazily down, and Susan got up, and they were\npresently spinning away into the quiet of the lovely, warm summer\nafternoon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Saunders talked rapidly, constantly, and well. Susan was amused\nand interested, and took pains to show it. In great harmony they spent\nperhaps an hour in driving, and were homeward bound when they\nencountered two loaded buckboards, the first of which was driven by\nPeter Coleman.\n\nMiss Saunders stopped the second, to question her sister, who, held on\nthe laps of a girl and young man on the front seat, was evidently in\nwild spirits.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We're only going up to Cameroncourt!\" Miss Emily shouted cheerfully.\n\"Keep Miss Brown to dinner! Miss Brown, I'll never speak to you again\nif you don't stay!\" And Susan heard a jovial echo of \"Can a nice girl\nDO that?\" as they drove away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A noisy, rotten crowd,\" said Miss Saunders. \"Mamma hates Emily to go\nwith them, and what my cousins--the Bridges and the Eastenbys of\nMaryland are our cousins, I've just been visiting them--would say to a\ncrowd like that I hate to think! That's why I wanted Emily to come out\nin Washington. You know we really have no connections here, and no old\nfriends. My uncle, General Botheby Hargrove, has a widowed daughter\nliving with him in Baltimore, Mrs. Stephen Kay, she is now,--well, I", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan listened interestedly. But when they were home again, and Ella\nwas dressing for some dinner party, she very firmly declined the old\nlady's eager invitation to remain. She was a little more touched by\nEmily's rudeness than she would admit, a little afraid to trust herself\nany further to so uncertain a hostess.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe went soberly home, in the summer twilight, soothed in spite of\nherself by the beauty of the quiet bay, and pondering deeply. Had she\ndeserved this slight in any way? she wondered. Should she have come\naway directly after luncheon? No, for they had asked her, with great\nwarmth, for dinner! Was it something that she should, in all dignity,\nresent? Should Peter be treated a little coolly; Emily's next overture\ndeclined?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe decided against any display of resentment. It was only the strange\nway of these people, no claim of courtesy was strong enough to offset\nthe counter-claim of any random desire. They were too used to taking\nwhat they wanted, to forgetting what it was not entirely convenient to\nremember. They would think it absurd, even delightfully amusing in her,\nto show the least feeling.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nArriving late, she gave her cousins a glowing account of the day, and\nlaughed with Georgie over the account of a call from Loretta's Doctor\nO'Connor. \"Loretta's beau having the nerve to call on me!\" Georgie\nsaid, with great amusement.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAlmost hourly, in these days when she saw him constantly, Susan tried\nto convince herself that her heart was not quite committed yet to Peter\nColeman's keeping. But always without success. The big, sweet-tempered,\nlaughing fellow, with his generosity, his wealth, his position, had\nbecome all her world, or rather he had become the reigning personage in\nthat other world at whose doorway Susan stood, longing and enraptured.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA year ago, at the prospect of seeing him so often, of feeling so sure\nof his admiration and affection, of calling him \"Peter,\" Susan would\nhave felt herself only too fortunate. But these privileges, fully\nrealized now, brought her more pain than joy. A restless unhappiness\nclouded their gay times together, and when she was alone Susan spent\ntroubled hours in analysis of his tones, his looks, his words. If a\nchance careless phrase of his seemed to indicate a deepening of the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfeeling between them, Susan hugged that phrase to her heart. If Peter,\non the other hand, eagerly sketched to her plans for a future that had\nno place for her, Susan drooped, and lay wakeful and heartsick long\ninto the night. She cared for him truly and deeply, although she never\nsaid so, even to herself, and she longed with all her ardent young soul\nfor the place in the world that awaited his wife. Susan knew that she\ncould fill it, that he would never be anything but proud of her; she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBy all the conventions of her world these thoughts should not have come\nto her until Peter's attitude was absolutely ascertained. But Susan was\nhonest with herself; she must have been curiously lacking in human\ntenderness, indeed, NOT to have yielded her affection to so joyous and\nso winning a claimant.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs the weeks went by she understood his ideals and those of his\nassociates more and more clearly, and if Peter lost something of his\nold quality as a god, by the analysis, Susan loved him all the more for\nfinding him not quite perfect. She knew that he was young, that his\nhead was perhaps a little turned by sudden wealth and popularity, that\nlife was sweet to him just as it was; he was not ready yet for\nresponsibilities and bonds. He thought Miss Susan Brown was the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"bulliest\" girl he knew, loved to give her good times and resented the\nmere mention of any other man's admiration for her. Of what could she\ncomplain?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOf course--Susan could imagine him as disposing of the thought\ncomfortably--she DIDN'T complain. She took things just as he wanted her\nto, had a glorious time whenever she was with him, and was just as\nhappy doing other things when he wasn't about. Peter went for a month\nto Tahoe this summer, and wrote Susan that there wasn't a fellow at the\nhotel that was half as much fun as she was. He told her that if she\ndidn't immediately answer that she missed him like Hannibal he would\njump into the lake.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan pondered over the letter. How answer it most effectively? If she\nadmitted that she really did miss him terribly--but Susan was afraid of\nthe statement, in cold black-and-white. Suppose that she hinted at\nherself as consoled by some newer admirer? The admirer did not exist,\nbut Peter would not know that. She discarded this subterfuge as \"cheap.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut how did other girls manage it? The papers were full of engagements,\nmen WERE proposing matrimony, girls WERE announcing themselves as\npromised, in all happy certainty. Susan decided that, when Peter came\nhome, she would allow their friendship to proceed just a little further\nand then suddenly discourage every overture, refuse invitations, and\ngenerally make herself as unpleasant as possible, on the ground that\nAuntie \"didn't like it.\" This would do one of two things, either stop", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntheir friendship off short,--it wouldn't do that, she was happily\nconfident,--or commence things upon a new and more definite basis.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut when Peter came back he dragged his little aunt all the way up to\nMr. Brauer's office especially to ask Miss Brown if she would dine with\nthem informally that very evening. This was definite enough! Susan\naccepted and planned a flying trip home for a fresh shirtwaist at five\no'clock. But at five a troublesome bill delayed her, and Susan,\nresisting an impulse to shut it into a desk drawer and run away from\nit, settled down soberly to master it. She was conscious, as she shook", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhands with her hostess two hours later, of soiled cuffs, but old Mr.\nBaxter, hearing her apologies, brought her downstairs a beautifully\nembroidered Turkish robe, in dull pinks and blues, and Susan, feeling\nthat virtue sometimes was rewarded, had the satisfaction of knowing\nthat she looked like a pretty gipsy during the whole evening, and was\nimmensely gratifying her old host as well. To Peter, it was just a\nquiet, happy evening at home, with the pianola and flashlight", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nphotographs, and a rarebit that wouldn't grow creamy in spite of his\nand Susan's combined efforts. But to Susan it was a glimpse of Paradise.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter loves to have his girl friends dine here,\" smiled old Mrs.\nBaxter in parting. \"You must come again. He has company two or three\ntimes a week.\" Susan smiled in response, but the little speech was the\none blot on a happy evening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEvery happy time seemed to have its one blot. Susan would have her\nhour, would try to keep the tenderness out of her \"When do I see you\nagain, Peter?\" to be met by his cheerful \"Well, I don't know. I'm going\nup to the Yellands' for a week, you know. Do you know Clare Yelland?\nShe's the dandiest girl you ever saw--nineteen, and a raving beauty!\"\nOr, wearing one of Peter's roses on her black office-dress, she would\nhave to smile through Thorny's interested speculations as to his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfriendship for this society girl or that. \"The Chronicle said yesterday\nthat he was supposed to be terribly crushed on that Washington girl,\"\nThorny would report. \"Of course, no names, but you could tell who they\nmeant!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan began to talk of going away \"to work.\"\n\n\"Lord, aren't you working now?\" asked William Oliver in healthy scorn.\n\n\"Not working as hard as I could!\" Susan said. \"I can't--can't seem to\nget interested--\" Tears thickened her voice, she stopped short.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe two were sitting on the upper step of the second flight of stairs\nin the late evening, just outside the door of the room where Alfred\nLancaster was tossing and moaning in the grip of a heavy cold and\nfever. Alfred had lost his position, had been drinking again, and now\nhad come home to his mother for the fiftieth time to be nursed and\nconsoled. Mrs. Lancaster, her good face all mother-love and pity, sat\nat his side. Mary Lou wept steadily and unobtrusively. Susan and Billy\nwere waiting for the doctor.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" the girl resumed thoughtfully, after a pause, \"I feel as if I'd\ngotten all twisted up and I want to go away somewhere and get started\nfresh. I could work like a slave, Bill, in a great clean institution,\nor a newspaper office, or as an actress. But I can't seem to straighten\nthings out here. This isn't MY house, I didn't have anything to do with\nthe making of it, and I can't feel interested in it. I'd rather do\nthings wrong, but do them MY way!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It seems to me you're getting industrious all of a sudden, Sue.\"\n\n\"No.\" She hardly understood herself. \"But I want to GET somewhere in\nthis life, Bill,\" she mused. \"I don't want to sit back and wait for\nthings to come to me. I want to go to them. I want some alternative. So\nthat--\" her voice sank, \"so that, if marriage doesn't come, I can say\nto myself, 'Never mind, I've got my work!'\"\n\n\"Just as a man would,\" he submitted thoughtfully.\n\n\"Just as a man would,\" she echoed, eager for his sympathy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's Mrs. Carroll's idea. She says that very often, when a\ngirl thinks she wants to get married, what she really wants is\nfinancial independence and pretty clothes and an interest in life.\"\n\n\"I think that's perfectly true,\" Susan said, struck. \"Isn't she wise?\"\nshe added.\n\n\"Yes, she's a wonder! Wise and strong,--she's doing too much now,\nthough. How long since you've been over there, Sue?\"\n\n\"Oh, ages! I'm ashamed to say. Months. I write to Anna now and then,\nbut somehow, on Sundays--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not finish, but his thoughts supplied the reason. Susan was\nalways at home on Sundays now, unless she went out with Peter Coleman.\n\n\"You ought to take Coleman over there some day, Sue, they used to know\nhim when he was a kid. Let's all go over some Sunday.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That would be fun!\" But he knew she did not mean it. The atmosphere of\nthe Carrolls' home, their poverty, their hard work, their gallant\nendurance of privation and restriction were not in accord with Susan's\npresent mood. \"How are all of them?\" she presently asked, after an\ninterval, in which Alfie's moaning and the hoarse deep voice of Mary\nLord upstairs had been the only sounds.\n\n\"Pretty good. Joe's working now, the little darling!\"\n\n\"Joe is! What at?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She's in an architect's office, Huxley and Huxley. It's a pretty good\njob, I guess.\"\n\n\"But, Billy, doesn't that seem terrible? Joe's so beautiful, and when\nyou think how rich their grandfather was! And who's home?\"\n\n\"Well, Anna gets home from the hospital every other week, and Phil\ncomes home with Joe, of course. Jim's still in school, and Betsey helps\nwith housework. Betsey has a little job, too. She teaches an infant\nclass at that little private school over there.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Billy, don't those people have a hard time! Is Phil behaving?\"\n\n\"Better than he did. Yes, I guess he's pretty good now. But there are\nall Jim's typhoid bills to pay. Mrs. Carroll worries a good deal.\nAnna's an angel about everything, but of course Betts is only a kid,\nand she gets awfully mad.\"\n\n\"And Josephine,\" Susan smiled. \"How's she?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Honestly, Sue,\" Mr. Oliver's face assumed the engaging expression\nreserved only for his love affairs, \"she is the dearest little darling\never! She followed me out to the porch on Sunday, and said 'Don't catch\ncold, and die before your time,'--the little cutie!\"\n\n\"Oh, Bill, you imbecile! There's nothing to THAT,\" Susan laughed out\ngaily.\n\n\"Aw, well,\" he began affrontedly, \"it was the little way she said it--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sh-sh!\" said Mary Lou, white faced, heavy-eyed, at Alfred's door.\n\"He's just dropped off... The doctor just came up the steps, Bill, will\nyou go down and ask him to come right up? Why don't you go to bed, Sue?\"\n\n\"How long are you going to wait?\" asked Susan.\n\n\"Oh, just until after the doctor goes, I guess,\" Mary Lou sighed.\n\n\"Well, then I'll wait for you. I'll run up and see Mary Lord a few\nminutes. You stop in for me when you're ready.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd Susan, blowing her cousin an airy kiss, ran noiselessly up the last\nflight of stairs, and rapped on the door of the big upper front bedroom.\n\nThis room had been Mary Lord's world for ten long years. The invalid\nwas on a couch just opposite the door, and looked up as Susan entered.\nHer dark, rather heavy face brightened instantly.\n\n\"Sue! I was afraid it was poor Mrs. Parker ready to weep about\nLoretta,\" she said eagerly. \"Come in, you nice child! Tell me something\ncheerful!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Raw ginger is a drug on the market,\" said Susan gaily. \"Here, I\nbrought you some roses.\"\n\n\"And I have eleven guesses who sent them,\" laughed Miss Lord, drinking\nin the sweetness and beauty of the great pink blossoms hungrily.\n\"When'd they come?\"\n\n\"Just before dinner!\" Susan told her. Turning to the invalid's sister\nshe said: \"Miss Lydia, you're busy, and I'm disturbing you.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I wish you'd disturb us a little oftener, then,\" said Lydia Lord,\naffectionately. \"I can work all the better for knowing that Mary isn't\ndying to interrupt me.\"\n\nThe older sister, seated at a little table under the gaslight, was deep\nin work.\n\n\"She's been doing that every night this week,\" said Miss Mary angrily,\n\"as if she didn't have enough to do!\"\n\n\"What is it?\" asked Susan. Miss Lydia threw down her pen, and stretched\nher cramped fingers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, Mrs. Lawrence's sister is going to be married,\" she explained,\n\"and the family wants an alphabetic list of friends to send the\nannouncements to. This is the old list, and this the new one, and\nhere's his list, and some names her mother jotted down,--they're all to\nbe put in order. It's quite a job.\"\n\n\"At double pay, of course,\" Miss Mary said bitterly.\n\n\"I should hope so,\" Susan added.\n\nMiss Lydia merely smiled humorously, benevolently, over her work.\n\n\"All in the day's work, Susan.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All in your grandmother's foot,\" Susan said, inelegantly. Miss Lydia\nlaughed a little reproachfully, but the invalid's rare, hearty laugh\nwould have atoned to her for a far more irreverent remark.\n\n\"And no 'Halma'?\" Susan said, suddenly. For the invalid lived for her\ngame, every night. \"Why didn't you tell me. I could have come up every\nnight--\" She got out the board, set up the men, shook Mary's pillows\nand pushed them behind the aching back. \"Come on, Macduff,\" said she.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Susan, you angel!\" Mary Lord settled herself for an hour of the\nkeenest pleasure she ever knew. She reared herself in her pillows, her\nlanky yellow hand hovered over the board, she had no eyes for anything\nbut the absurd little red and yellow men.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was a bony woman, perhaps forty-five, with hair cut across her\nlined forehead in the deep bang that had been popular in her girlhood.\nIt was graying now, as were the untidy loops of hair above it, her face\nwas yellow, furrowed, and the long neck that disappeared into her\nlittle flannel bed-sack was lined and yellowed too. She lay, restlessly\nand incessantly shifting herself, in a welter of slipping quilts and\nloose blankets, with her shoulders propped by fancy pillows,--some made", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof cigar-ribbons, one of braided strips of black and red satin, one in\na shield of rough, coarse knotted lace, and one with a little boy\nprinted in color upon it, a boy whose trousers were finished with real\ntin buttons. Mary Lord was always the first person Susan thought of\nwhen the girls in the office argued, ignorantly and vigorously, for or\nagainst the law of compensation. Here, in this stuffy boarding-house\nroom, the impatient, restless spirit must remain, chained and tortured", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nday after day and year after year, her only contact with the outer\nworld brought by the little private governess,--her sister--who was\noften so tired and so dispirited when she reached home, that even her\ngallant efforts could not hide her depression from the keen eyes of the\nsick woman. Lydia taught the three small children of one of the city's\nrichest women, and she and Mary were happy or were despondent in exact\naccord with young Mrs. Lawrence's mood. If the great lady were", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nungracious, were cold, or dissatisfied, Lydia trembled, for the little\nsum she earned by teaching was more than two-thirds of all that she and\nMary had. If Mrs. Lawrence were in a happier frame of mind, Lydia\nbrightened, and gratefully accepted the occasional flowers or candy,\nthat meant to both sisters so much more than mere carnations or mere\nchocolates.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut if Lydia's life was limited, what of Mary, whose brain was so\nactive that merely to read of great and successful deeds tortured her\nlike a pain? Just to have a little share of the world's work, just to\ndig and water the tiniest garden, just to be able to fill a glass for\nherself with water, or to make a pudding, or to wash up the breakfast\ndishes, would have been to her the most exquisite delight in the world.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs it was she lay still, reading, sometimes writing a letter, or\ncopying something for Lydia, always eager for a game of \"Halma\" or\n\"Parchesi,\" a greater part of the time out of pain, and for a certain\npart of the twenty-four hours tortured by the slow-creeping agonies\nthat waited for her like beasts in the darkness of every night.\nSometimes Susan, rousing from the deep delicious sleep that always\nbefriended her, would hear in the early morning, rarely earlier than", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntwo o'clock or later than four, the hoarse call in the front room,\n\"Lyddie! Lyddie!\" and the sleepy answer and stumbling feet of the\nyounger sister, as she ran for the merciful pill that would send Miss\nMary, spent with long endurance, into deep and heavenly sleep. Susan\nhad two or three times seen the cruel trial of courage that went before\nthe pill, the racked and twisting body, the bitten lip, the tortured\neyes on the clock.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwice or three times a year Miss Mary had very bad times, and had to\nsee her doctor. Perhaps four times a month Miss Lydia beamed at Susan\nacross the breakfast table, \"No pill last night!\" These were the\nvariations of the invalid's life.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, while Mary considered her moves to-night, studied the room idly,\nthe thousand crowded, useless little possessions so dear to the sick;\nthe china statuettes, the picture post-cards, the photographs and\nmatch-boxes and old calendars, the dried \"whispering-grass\" and the\npenwipers. Her eyes reached an old photograph; Susan knew it by heart.\nIt represented an old-fashioned mansion, set in a sweeping lawn, shaded\nby great trees. Before one wing an open barouche stood, with driver and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlackey on the box, and behind the carriage a group of perhaps ten or a\ndozen <DW52> girls and men were standing on the steps, in the\nblack-and-white of house servants. On the wide main steps of the house\nwere a group of people, ladies in spreading ruffled skirts, a bearded,\nmagnificent old man, young men with heavy mustaches of the sixties, and\nsome small children in stiff white. Susan knew that the heavy big baby\non a lady's lap was Lydia, and that among the children Mary was to be", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfound, with her hair pushed straight back under a round-comb, and\nscallops on the top of her high black boots. The old man was her\ngrandfather, and the house the ancestral home of the Lords... Whose\nfault was it that just a little of that ease had not been safely\nguarded for these two lonely women, Susan wondered. What WAS the secret\nof living honestly, with the past, with the present, with those who\nwere to come?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Your play. Wake up. Sue!\" laughed Mary. \"I have you now, I can yard in\nseven moves!\"\n\n\"No skill to that,\" said Susan hardily, \"just sheer luck!\"\n\n\"Oh you wicked story-teller!\" Mary laughed delightedly, and they set\nthe men for another game.\n\n\"No, but you're really the lucky one, Sue,\" said the older woman\npresently.\n\n\"_I_ lucky!\" and Susan laughed as she moved her man.\n\n\"Well, don't you think you are?\"\n\n\"I think I'm darned unlucky!\" the girl declared seriously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here--here! Descriptive adjectives!\" called Lydia, but the others paid\nno heed.\n\n\"Sue, how can you say so!\"\n\n\"Well, I admit, Miss Mary,\" Susan said with pretty gravity, \"that God\nhasn't sent me what he has sent you to bear, for some inscrutable\nreason,--I'd go mad if He had! But I'm poor--\"\n\n\"Now, look here,\" Mary said authoritatively. \"You're young, aren't you?\nAnd you're good-looking, aren't you?\"\n\n\"Don't mince matters, Miss Mary. Say beautiful,\" giggled Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm in earnest. You're the youngest and prettiest woman in this house.\nYou have a good position, and good health, and no encumbrances--\"\n\n\"I have a husband and three children in the Mission, Miss Mary. I never\nmentioned them--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, behave yourself, Sue! Well! And, more than that, you have--we\nwon't mention one special friend, because I don't want to make you\nblush, but at least a dozen good friends among the very richest people\nof society. You go to lunch with Miss Emily Saunders, and to Burlingame\nwith Miss Ella Saunders, you get all sorts of handsome presents--isn't\nthis all true?\"\n\n\"Absolutely,\" said Susan so seriously, so sadly, that the invalid laid\na bony cold one over the smooth brown one arrested on the \"Halma\" board.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, I wasn't scolding you, dearie!\" she said kindly. \"I just wanted\nyou to appreciate your blessings!\"\n\n\"I know--I know,\" Susan answered, smiling with an effort. She went to\nbed a little while later profoundly depressed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was all true, it was all true! But, now that she had it, it seemed\nso little! She was beginning to be popular in the Saunders set,--her\nunspoiled freshness appealed to more than one new friend, as it had\nappealed to Peter Coleman and to Emily and Ella Saunders. She was\ncarried off for Saturday matinees, she was in demand for one Sunday\nafter another. She was always gay, always talkative, she had her value,\nas she herself was beginning to perceive. And, although she met very", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfew society men, just now, being called upon to amuse feminine\nluncheons or stay overnight with Emily when nobody else was at home,\nstill her social progress seemed miraculously swift to Thorny, to Billy\nand Georgie and Virginia, even sometimes to herself. But she wanted\nmore--more--more! She wanted to be one of this group herself, to\npatronize instead of accepting patronage.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSlowly her whole nature changed to meet this new hope. She made use of\nevery hour now, discarded certain questionable expressions, read good\nbooks, struggled gallantly with her natural inclination to\nprocrastinate. Her speech improved, the tones of her voice, her\ncarriage, she wore quiet colors how, and became fastidious in the\nmatter of belts and cuffs, buttons and collars and corsets. She\ndiverted Mary Lou by faithfully practicing certain beautifying\ncalisthenics at night.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was not deceived by the glittering, prismatic thing known as\nSociety. She knew that Peter Coleman's and Emily Saunders' reverence\nfor it was quite the weakest thing in their respective characters. She\nknew that Ella's boasted family was no better than her own, and that\nPeter's undeniable egoism was the natural result of Peter's\nup-bringing, and that Emily's bright unselfish interest in her,\nwhatever it had now become, had commenced with Emily's simple desire to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStill, she could not divest these three of the old glory of her first\nimpressions. She liked Emily and Ella none the less because she\nunderstood them better, and felt that, if Peter had his human\nweaknesses, he was all the nearer her for that.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Lancaster would not allow her to dine down-town with him alone.\nSusan laughed at the idea that she could possibly do anything\nquestionable, but kept the rule faithfully, and, if she went to the\ntheater alone with Peter, never let him take her to supper afterward.\nBut they had many a happy tea-hour together, and on Sundays lunched in\nSausalito, roamed over the lovely country roads, perhaps stopped for\ntea at the Carrolls', or came back to the city and had it at the quiet", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPalace. Twice Peter was asked to dine at Mrs. Lancaster's, but on the\nfirst occasion he and Susan were begged by old Mrs. Baxter to come and\namuse her loneliness instead, and on the second Susan telephoned at the\nlast moment to say that Alfie was at home and that Auntie wanted to ask\nPeter to come some other time.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAlfie was at home for a dreadful week, during which the devoted women\nsuffered agonies of shame and terror. After that he secured, in the\nmiraculous way that Alfie always did secure, another position and went\naway again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I can stand Alfie,\" said Susan to Billy in strong disgust. \"But it\ndoes make me sick to have Auntie blaming his employers for firing him,\nand calling him a dear unfortunate boy! She said to me to-day that the\nother clerks were always jealous of Alfie, and tried to lead him\nastray! Did you ever hear such blindness!\"\n\n\"She's always talked that way,\" Billy answered, surprised at her\nvehemence. \"You used to talk that way yourself. You're the one that has\nchanged.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWinter came on rapidly. The mornings were dark and cold now when Susan\ndressed, the office did not grow comfortably warm until ten o'clock,\nand the girls wore their coats loose across their shoulders as they\nworked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes at noon Miss Thornton and Susan fared forth into the cold,\nsunny streets, and spent the last half of the lunch-hour in a brisk\nwalk. They went into the high-vaulted old Post Street Library for\nbooks, threaded their way along Kearney Street, where the noontide\ncrowd was gaily ebbing and flowing, and loitered at the Flower Market,\nat Lotta's Fountain, drinking in the glory of violets and daffodils,\nunder the winter sun. Now and then they lunched uptown at some", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ninexpensive restaurant that was still quiet and refined. The big hotels\nwere far too costly but there were several pretty lunchrooms, \"The Bird\nof Paradise,\" \"The London Tearoom,\" and, most popular of all, \"The\nLadies Exchange.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girls always divided a twenty-five-cent entree between them, and\neach selected a ten-cent dessert, leaving a tip for the waitress out of\ntheir stipulated half-dollar. It was among the unwritten laws that the\nmeal must appear to more than satisfy both.\n\n\"Thorny, you've got to have the rest of this rice!\" Susan would urge,\ngathering the slender remains of \"Curried chicken family style\" in her\nserving spoon.\n\n\"Honestly, Susan, I couldn't! I've got more than I want here,\" was the\northodox response.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It'll simply go to waste here,\" Susan always said, but somehow it\nnever did. The girls loitered over these meals, watching the other\ntables, and the women who came to the counters to buy embroidered\nbaby-sacques, and home-made cakes and jellies.\n\n\"Wouldn't you honestly like another piece of plum pie, Sue?\" Thorny\nwould ask.\n\n\"I? Oh, I couldn't! But YOU have one, Thorny--\"\n\n\"I simply couldn't!\" So it was time to ask for the check.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey were better satisfied, if less elegantly surrounded, when they\nwent to one of the downtown markets, and had fried oysters for lunch.\nSusan loved the big, echoing places, cool on the hottest day, never too\ncold, lined with long rows of dangling, picked fowls, bright with boxes\nof apples and oranges. The air was pleasantly odorous of cheeses and\ncooked meats, cocks crowed unseen in crates and cages, bare-headed boys\npushed loaded trucks through the narrow aisles. Susan and Miss Thornton", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwould climb a short flight of whitewashed stairs to a little lunch-room\nover one of the oyster stalls. Here they could sit at a small table,\nand look down at the market, the shoppers coming and going, stout\nmatrons sampling sausages and cheeses, and Chinese cooks, bareheaded,\nbare-ankled, dressed in dark blue duck, selecting broilers and roasts.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTheir tablecloth here was coarse, but clean, and a generous management\nsupplied several sauces, a thick china bowl of crackers, a plate heaped\nwith bread, salty yellow butter, and saucers of boiled shrimps with\nwhich guests might occupy themselves until the arrival of the oysters.\nPresently the main dish arrived, some forty small, brown, buttery\noysters on each smoking hot plate. No pretense was necessary at this\nmeal, there was enough, and more than enough. Susan's cheeks would burn", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrosily all afternoon. She and Thorny departing never tailed to remark,\n\"How can they do it for twenty-five cents?\" and sometimes spent the\nwalk back to the office in a careful calculation of exactly what the\nmeal had cost the proprietor.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Did he send you a Christmas present?\" asked Thorny one January day,\nwhen an irregular bill had brought her to Susan's desk.\n\n\"Who? Oh, Mr. Coleman?\" Susan looked up innocently. \"Yes, yes indeed he\ndid. A lovely silver bureau set. Auntie was in two minds about letting\nme keep it.\" She studied the bill. \"Well, that's the regular H. B. & H.\nTalcum Powder,\" she said, \"only he's made them a price on a dozen\ngross. Send it back, and have Mr. Phil O. K. it!\"\n\n\"A silver set! You lucky kid! How many pieces?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, everything. Even toilet-water bottles, and a hatpin holder.\nGorgeous.\" Susan wrote \"Mr. P. Hunter will please O. K.\" in the margin\nagainst the questioned sale.\n\n\"You take it pretty coolly, Sue,\" Miss Thornton said, curiously.\n\n\"It's cool weather, Thorny dear.\" Susan smiled, locked her firm young\nhands idly on her ledger, eyed Miss Thornton honestly. \"How should I\ntake it?\" said she.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe silver set had filled all Mrs. Lancaster's house with awed\nadmiration on Christmas Day, but Susan could not forget that Peter had\nbeen out of town on both holidays, and that she had gained her only\nknowledge of his whereabouts from the newspapers. A handsome present\nhad been more than enough to satisfy her wildest dreams, the year\nbefore. It was not enough now.\n\n\"S'listen, Susan. You're engaged to him?\"\n\n\"Honestly,--cross my heart!--I'm not.\"\n\n\"But you will be when he asks you?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Thorny, aren't you awful!\" Susan laughed; brilliantly.\n\n\"Well, WOULDN'T you?\" the other persisted.\n\n\"I don't suppose one thinks of those things until they actually\nhappen,\" Susan said slowly, wrinkling a thoughtful forehead. Thorny\nwatched her for a moment with keen interest, then her own face softened\nsuddenly.\n\n\"No, of course you don't!\" she agreed kindly. \"Do you mind my asking,\nSue?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o-o!\" Susan reassured her. As a matter of fact, she was glad when\nany casual onlooker confirmed her own secret hopes as to the\nseriousness of Peter Coleman's intention.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter took her to church on Easter Sunday, and afterward they went to\nlunch with his uncle and aunt, spent a delightful rainy afternoon with\nbooks and the piano, and, in the casual way that only wealth makes\npossible, were taken downtown to dinner by old Mr. Baxter at six\no'clock. Taking her home at nine o' clock, Peter told her that he was\nplanning a short visit to Honolulu with the Harvey Brocks. \"Gee, I wish\nyou were going along!\" he said.\n\n\"Wouldn't it be fun!\" Susan agreed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, say! Mrs. Brock would love it--\" he began eagerly.\n\n\"Oh, Peter, don't talk nonsense!\" Susan felt, at a moment like this,\nthat she actually disliked him.\n\n\"I suppose it couldn't be worked,\" he said sadly. And no more of it was\nsaid.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe came into the office but once that week. Late in a summer-like\nafternoon Susan looked down at Mr. Baxter's office to see Peter\nspreading his steamer tickets on the desk. He looked up and laughed at\nher, and later ran up to the deck for a few minutes to say good-bye.\nThey said it laughingly, among the hot-water bags and surgical\naccessories, but when Susan went back to her desk the laughter had died\nfrom her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was an unseasonably warm spring day, she was wearing the first\nshirtwaist of the year, and had come downtown that morning through the\nfresh early air on the dummy-front. It was hard to-day to be shut up in\na stuffy office. Outside, the watercarts were making the season's first\ntrip along Front Street and pedestrians chose the shady side to-day.\nSusan thought of the big Oriental liner, the awnings that shaded the\ndecks, the exquisitely cool and orderly little cabins, the green water", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not see Peter Coleman again for a long time. Summer came, and\nSusan went on quiet little Sunday picnics to the beach with Auntie and\nMary Lou, or stayed at home and pressed her collars and washed her\nhair. Once or twice she and Billy went over to the Carrolls' Sausalito\nhome, to spend a happy, quiet week-end. Susan gossiped with the busy,\ncheerful mother over the dish-pan, played \"Parchesi\" with\nfifteen-year-old Jim and seventeen-year-old Betsey, reveled in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nconfidential, sisterly attitude with handsome Phil, the oldest of the\nhalf-dozen, and lay awake deep into the warm nights to talk, and talk,\nand talk with Josephine, who, at her own age, seemed to Susan a much\nfiner, stronger and more developed character. If Anna, the lovely\nserious oldest daughter, happened to be at home on one of her rare\nabsences from the training-hospital, Susan became her shadow. She loved\nfew people in the world as she loved Anna Carroll. But, in a lesser", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAbout once a month she was carried off by the Saunders, in whose\nperfectly appointed guest-room she was by this time quite at home. The\nFourth of July fell on a Friday this year, and Mr. Brauer, of his own\nvolition, offered Susan the following day as a holiday, too. So that\nSusan, with a heart as light as sunshine itself, was free to go with\nElla Saunders for a memorable visit to Del Monte and Santa Cruz.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was one of the perfect experiences only possible to youth and\nirresponsibility. They swam, they went for the Seventeen-Mile Drive,\nthey rode horseback. Ella knew every inch of the great hotels, even\nsome of the waiters and housekeepers. She had the best rooms, she saw\nthat Susan missed nothing. They dressed for dinner, loitered about\namong the roses in the long twilight, and Susan met a young Englishman\nwho later wrote her three letters on his way home to Oxfordshire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nElla's exquisite gowns had a chapter all to themselves when Susan was\ntelling her cousins about it, but Susan herself alternated contentedly\nenough between the brown linen with the daisy-hat and the black net\nwith the pearl band in her hair. Miss Saunders' compliments, her\nconfidences, half-intoxicated the girl.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was with a little effort that she came back to sober every-day\nliving. She gave a whole evening to Mary Lord, in her eagerness to\nshare her pleasure. The sick woman was not interested in gowns, but she\nwent fairly wild when Susan spoke of Monterey,--the riotous gardens\nwith their walls of white plaster topped with red pipe, the gulls\nwheeling over the little town, the breakers creaming in lazy,\ninterlocking curves on the crescent of the beach, and the little old", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I must see the sea again!\" cried Mary.\n\n\"Well, don't talk that way! You will,\" Lydia said cheerfully. But\nSusan, seeing the shadow on the kind, plain face, wished that she had\nheld her tongue.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was late in July that Georgianna Lancaster startled and shocked the\nwhole boarding-house out of its mid-summer calm. Susan, chronically\naffected by a wish that \"something would happen,\" had been somewhat\nsobered by the fact that in poor Virginia's case something HAD\nhappened. Suddenly Virginia's sight, accepted for years by them all as\n\"bad,\" was very bad indeed. The great eye-doctor was angry that it had\nnot been attended to before. \"But it wasn't like this before!\" Virginia", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nprotested patiently. She was always very patient after that, so brave\nindeed that the terrible thing that was coming swiftly and inevitably\ndown upon her seemed quite impossible for the others to credit. But\nsometimes Susan heard her voice and Mrs. Lancaster's voice rising and\nfalling for long, long talks in the night. \"I don't believe it!\" said\nSusan boldly, finding this attitude the most tenable in regard to\nVirginia's blindness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGeorgie's news, if startling, was not all bad. \"Perhaps it'll raise the\nhoodoo from all of us old maids!\" said Susan, inelegantly, to Mr.\nOliver. \"O'Connor doesn't look as if he had sense enough to raise\nanything, even the rent!\" answered Billy cheerfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan heard the first of it on a windy, gritty Saturday afternoon, when\nshe was glad to get indoors, and to take off the hat that had been\nwrenching her hair about. She came running upstairs to find Virginia\nlying limp upon the big bed, and Mary Lou, red-eyed and pale, sitting\nin the rocking-chair.\n\n\"Come in, dear, and shut it,\" said Mary Lou, sighing. \"Sit down, Sue.\"\n\n\"What is it?\" said Susan uneasily.\n\n\"Oh, Sue---!\" began Virginia, and burst into tears.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now, now, darling!\" Mary Lou patted her sister's hand.\n\n\"Auntie--\" Susan asked, turning pale.\n\n\"No, Ma's all right,\" Mary Lou reassured her, \"and there's nothing\nreally wrong, Sue. But Georgie--Georgie, dear, she's married to Joe\nO'Connor! Isn't it DREADFUL?\"\n\n\"But Ma's going to have it annulled,\" said Virginia instantly.\n\n\"Married!\" Susan gasped. \"You mean engaged!\"\n\n\"No, dear, married,\" Mary Lou repeated, in a sad, musical voice. \"They\nwere married on Monday night--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We don't know much, Sue dear. Georgie's been acting rather odd and she\nbegan to cry after breakfast this morning, and Ma got it out of her. I\nthought Ma would faint, and Georgie just SCREAMED. I kept calling out\nto Ma to be calm--\" Susan could imagine the scene. \"So then Ma took\nGeorgie upstairs, and Jinny and I worked around, and came up here and\nmade up this room. And just before lunch Ma came up, and--she looked\nchalk-white, didn't she, Jinny?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She looked-well, as white as this spread,\" agreed Virginia.\n\n\"Well, but what accounts for it!\" gasped Susan. \"Is Georgie CRAZY! Joe\nO'Connor! That snip! And hasn't he an awful old mother, or someone, who\nsaid that she'd never let him come home again if he married?\"\n\n\"Listen, Sue!--You haven't heard half. It seems that they've been\nengaged for two months--\"\n\n\"They HAVE!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes. And on Monday night Joe showed Georgie that he'd gotten the\nlicense, and they got thinking how long it would be before they could\nbe married, what with his mother, and no prospects and all, and they\nsimply walked into St. Peter's and were married!\"\n\n\"Well, he'll have to leave his mother, that's all!\" said Susan.\n\n\"Oh, my dear, that's just what they quarreled about! He WON'T.\"\n\n\"He--WON'T?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, if you please! And you can imagine how furious that made Georgie!\nAnd when Ma told us that, she simply set her lips,--you know Ma! And\nthen she said that she was going to see Father Birch with Georgie this\nafternoon, to have it annulled at once.\"\n\n\"Without saying a word to Joe!\"\n\n\"Oh, they went first to Joe's. Oh, no, Joe is perfectly willing. It\nwas, as Ma says, a mistake from beginning to end.\"\n\n\"But how can it be annulled, Mary Lou?\" Susan asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I don't understand exactly,\" Mary Lou answered coloring. \"I\nthink it's because they didn't go on any honeymoon--they didn't set up\nhousekeeping, you know, or something like that!\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Susan, hastily, coloring too. \"But wouldn't you know that if\nany one of us did get married, it would be annulled!\" she said\ndisgustedly. The others both began to laugh.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStill, it was all very exciting. When Georgie and her mother got home\nat dinner-time, the bride was pale and red-eyed, excited, breathing\nhard. She barely touched her dinner. Susan could not keep her eyes from\nthe familiar hand, with its unfamiliar ring.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I am very much surprised and disappointed in Father Birch,\" said Mrs.\nLancaster, in a family conference in the dining-room just after dinner.\n\"He seems to feel that the marriage may hold, which of course is too\npreposterous! If Joe O'Connor has so little appreciation--!\"\n\n\"Ma!\" said Georgie wearily, pleadingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I won't, my dear.\" Mrs. Lancaster interrupted herself with a\nvisible effort. \"And if I am disappointed in Joe,\" she presently\nresumed majestically. \"I am doubly disappointed in Georgie. My\nbaby--that I always trusted--!\"\n\nYoung Mrs. O'Connor began silently, bitterly, to cry. Susan went to sit\nbeside her, and put a comforting arm about her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I have looked forward to my girls' wedding days,\" said Mrs. Lancaster,\n\"with such feelings of joy! How could I anticipate that my own\ndaughter, secretly, could contract a marriage with a man whose\nmother--\" Her tone, low at first, rose so suddenly and so passionately\nthat she was unable to control it. The veins about her forehead swelled.\n\n\"Ma!\" said Mary Lou, \"you only lower yourself to her level!\"\n\n\"Do you mean that she won't let him bring Georgie there?\" asked Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Whether she would or not,\" Mrs. Lancaster answered, with admirable\nloftiness, \"she will not have a chance to insult my daughter. Joe, I\npity!\" she added majestically. \"He fell deeply and passionately in\nlove--\"\n\n\"With Loretta,\" supplied Susan, innocently.\n\n\"He never cared for Loretta!\" her aunt said positively. \"No. With\nGeorgie. And, not being a gentleman, we could hardly expect him to act\nlike one! But we'll say no more about it. It will all be over in a few\ndays, and then we'll try to forget it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPoor Georgie, it was but a sorry romance! Joe telephoned, Joe called,\nFather Birch came, the affair hung fire. Georgie was neither married\nnor free. Dr. O'Connor would not desert his mother, his mother refused\nto accept Georgie. Georgie cried day and night, merely asseverating\nthat she hated Joe, and loved Ma, and she wished people would let her\nalone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThese were not very cheerful days in the boarding-house. Billy Oliver\nwas worried and depressed, very unlike himself. He had been recently\npromoted to the post of foreman, was beginning to be a power among the\nmen who associated with him and, as his natural instinct for leadership\nasserted itself, he found himself attracting some attention from the\nauthorities themselves. He was questioned about the men, about their\nattitude toward this regulation or that superintendent. It was hinted", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthat the spreading of heresies among the laborers was to be promptly\ndiscouraged. The men were not to be invited to express themselves as to\nhours, pay and the advantages of unifying. In other words, Mr. William\nOliver, unless he became a little less interested and less active in\nthe wrongs and rights of his fellow-men in the iron-works, might be\nsurprised by a request to carry himself and his public sentiments\nelsewhere.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, in her turn, was a little disturbed by the rumor that Front\nOffice was soon to be abolished; begun for a whim, it might easily be\nended for another whim. For herself she did not very much care; a\ncertain confidence in the future was characteristic of her, but she\nfound herself wondering what would become of the other girls, Miss\nSherman and Miss Murray and Miss Cottle.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe felt far more deeply the pain that Peter's attitude gave her, a\npain that gnawed at her heart day and night. He was home from Honolulu\nnow, and had sent her several curious gifts from Hawaii, but, except\nfor distant glimpses in the office, she had not seen him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne evening, just before dinner, as she was dressing and thinking sadly\nof the weeks, the months, that had passed since their last happy\nevening together, Lydia Lord came suddenly into the room. The little\ngoverness looked white and sick, and shared her distress with Susan in\na few brief sentences. Here was Mrs. Lawrence's check in her hand, and\nhere Mrs. Lawrence's note to say that her services, as governess to\nChrissy and Donald and little Hazel, would be no longer required. The", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I brought it on myself, Sue, yes I did!\" said Lydia, with dry\nlips. She sat, a shapeless, shabby figure, on the side of the bed, and\npressed a veined hand tightly against her knobby temples, \"I brought it\non myself. I want to tell you about it. I haven't given Mary even a\nhint! Chrissy has been ill, her throat--they've had a nurse, but she\nliked me to sit with her now and then. So I was sitting there awhile\nthis morning, and Mrs. Lawrence's sister, Miss Bacon, came in, and she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhappened to ask me--oh, if only she HADN'T!--if I knew that they meant\nto let Yates operate on Chrissy's throat. She said she thought it was a\ngreat pity. Oh, if only I'd held my tongue, fool, fool, FOOL that I\nwas!\" Miss Lydia took down her hand, and regarded Susan with hot, dry\neyes. \"But, before I thought,\" she pursued distressedly, \"I said yes, I\nthought so too,--I don't know just what words I used, but no more than\nthat! Chrissy asked her aunt if it would hurt, and she said, 'No, no,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndear!' and I began reading. And now, here's this note from Mrs.\nLawrence saying that she cannot overlook the fact that her conduct was\ncriticized and discussed before Christina--! And after five years, Sue!\nHere, read it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Beast!\" Susan scowled at the monogrammed sheet, and the dashing hand.\nMiss Lydia clutched her wrist with a hot hand.\n\n\"What shall I do, Sue?\" she asked, in agony.\n\n\"Well, I'd simply--\" Susan began boldly enough. But a look at the\npathetic, gray-haired figure on the bed stopped her short. She came,\nwith the glory of her bright hair hanging loose about her face, to sit\nbeside Lydia. \"Really, I don't know, dear,\" she said gently. \"What do\nYOU think?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, these rich!\" raged Susan, attacking her hair with angry sweeps of\nthe brush. \"Do you wonder they think that the earth was made for them\nand Heaven too! They have everything! They can dash you off a note that\ntakes away your whole income, they can saunter in late to church on\nEaster Sunday and rustle into their big empty pews, when the rest of us\nhave been standing in the aisles for half an hour; they can call in a\ndoctor for a cut finger, when Mary has to fight perfect agonies before", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nshe dares afford it--Don't mind me,\" she broke off, penitently, \"but\nlet's think what's to be done. You couldn't take the public school\nexaminations, could you, Miss Lydia? it would be so glorious to simply\nlet Mrs. Lawrence slide!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I always meant to do that some day,\" said Lydia, wiping her eyes and\ngulping, \"but it would take time. And meanwhile--And there are Mary's\ndoctor's bills, and the interest on our Piedmont lot--\" For the Lord\nsisters, for patient years, had been paying interest, and an occasional\ninstallment, on a barren little tract of land nine blocks away from the\nPiedmont trolley.\n\n\"You could borrow--\" began Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Lydia was more practical. She dried her eyes, straightened her hair\nand collar, and came, with her own quiet dignity, to the discussion of\npossibilities. She was convinced that Mrs. Lawrence had written in\nhaste, and was already regretting it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, she's too proud ever to send for me,\" she assured Susan, when the\ngirl suggested their simply biding their time, \"but I know that by\ntaking me back at once she would save herself any amount of annoyance\nand time. So I'd better go and see her to-night, for by to-morrow she\nmight have committed herself to a change.\"\n\n\"But you hate to go, don't you?\" Susan asked, watching her keenly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, well, it's unpleasant of course,\" Lydia said simply. \"She may be\nunwilling to accept my apology. She may not even see me. One feels\nso--so humiliated, Sue.\"\n\n\"In that case, I'm going along to buck you up,\" said Susan, cheerfully.\n\nIn spite of Lydia's protests, go she did. They walked to the Lawrence\nhome in a night so dark that Susan blinked when they finally entered\nthe magnificent, lighted hallway.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe butler obviously disapproved of them. He did not quite attempt to\nshut the door on them, but Susan felt that they intruded.\n\n\"Mrs. Lawrence is at dinner, Miss Lord,\" he reminded Lydia, gravely.\n\n\"Yes, I know, but this is rather--important, Hughes,\" said Lydia,\nclearing her throat nervously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You had better see her at the usual time to-morrow,\" suggested the\nbutler, smoothly. Susan's face burned. She longed to snatch one of the\niron Japanese swords that decorated the hall, and with it prove to\nHughes that his insolence was appreciated. But more reasonable tactics\nmust prevail.\n\n\"Will you say that I am here, Hughes?\" Miss Lord asked quietly.\n\n\"Presently,\" he answered, impassively.\n\nSusan followed him for a few steps across the hall, spoke to him in a\nlow tone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Too bad to ask you to interrupt her, Mr. Hughes,\" said she, in her\nfriendly little way, \"but you know Miss Lord's sister has been having\none of her bad times, and of course you understand--?\" The blue eyes\nand the pitiful little smile conquered. Hughes became human.\n\n\"Certainly, Miss,\" he said hoarsely, \"but Madam is going to the theater\nto-night, and it's no time to see her.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Susan interposed, sympathetically.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"However, ye may depend upon my taking the best moment,\" Hughes said,\nbefore disappearing, and when he came back a few moments later, he was\nalmost gracious.\n\n\"Mrs. Lawrence says that if you wish to see her you'll kindly wait,\nMiss Lord. Step in here, will you, please? Will ye be seated, ladies?\nMiss Chrissy's been asking for you the whole evening, Miss Lord.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Is that so?\" Lydia asked, brightening. They waited, with fast-beating\nhearts, for what seemed a long time. The great entrance to the\nflower-filled embrasure that led to the dining-room was in full view\nfrom where they stood, and when Mrs. Lawrence, elegantly emacinated,\nwonderfully gowned and jeweled, suddenly came out into the tempered\nbrilliance of the electric lights both girls went to meet her.\n\nSusan's heart burned for Lydia, faltering out her explanation, in the\nhearing of the butler.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This is hardly the time to discuss this, Miss Lord,\" Mrs. Lawrence\nsaid impatiently, \"but I confess I am surprised that a woman who\napparently valued her position in my house should jeopardize it by such\nan extraordinary indiscretion--\"\n\nSusan's heart sank. No hope here!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut at this moment some six or seven young people followed Mrs.\nLawrence out of the dining-room and began hurriedly to assume their\ntheater wraps, and Susan, with a leap of her heart, recognized among\nthem Peter Coleman, Peter splendid in evening dress, with a light\novercoat over his arm, and a silk hat in his hand. His face brightened\nwhen he saw her, he dropped his coat, and came quickly across the hall,\nhands outstretched.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Henrietta! say that you remember your Percy!\" he said joyously, and\nSusan, coloring prettily, said \"Oh, hush!\" as she gave him her hand. A\nrapid fire of questions followed, he was apparently unconscious of, or\nindifferent to, the curiously watching group.\n\n\"Well, you two seem to be great friends,\" Mrs. Lawrence said\ngraciously, turning from her conversation with Miss Lord.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This is our cue to sing 'For you was once My Wife,' Susan!\" Peter\nsuggested. Susan did not answer him. She exchanged an amused, indulgent\nlook with Mrs. Lawrence. Perhaps the girl's quiet dignity rather\nsurprised that lady, for she gave her a keen, appraising look before\nshe asked, pleasantly:\n\n\"Aren't you going to introduce me to your old friend, Peter?\"\n\n\"Not old friends,\" Susan corrected serenely, as they were introduced.\n\n\"But vurry, vurry de-ah,\" supplemented Peter, \"aren't we?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I hope Mrs. Lawrence knows you well enough to know how foolish you\nare, Peter!\" Susan said composedly.\n\nAnd Mrs. Lawrence said brightly, \"Indeed I do! For we ARE very old\nfriends, aren't we, Peter?\"\n\nBut the woman's eyes still showed a little puzzlement. The exact\nposition of this girl, with her ready \"Peter,\" her willingness to\ndisclaim an old friendship, her pleasant unresponsiveness, was a little\nhard to determine. A lady, obviously, a possible beauty, and entirely\nunknown--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, we must run,\" Mrs. Lawrence recalled herself to say suddenly.\n\"But why won't you and Miss Lord run up to see Chrissy for a few\nmoments, Miss Brown? The poor kiddy is frightfully dull. And you'll be\nhere in the morning as usual, Miss Lord? That's good. Good-night!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You did that, Sue, you darling!\" exulted Lydia, as they ran down the\nstone steps an hour later, and locked arms to walk briskly along the\ndark street. \"Your knowing Mr. Coleman saved the day!\" And, in the\nexuberance of her spirits, she took Susan into a brightly lighted\nlittle candy-store, and treated her to ice-cream. They carried some\nhome in a dripping paper box for Mary, who was duly horrified, agitated\nand rejoiced over the history of the day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThrough Susan's mind, as she lay wakeful in bed that night, one scene\nafter another flitted and faded. She saw Mrs. Lawrence, glittering and\nsupercilious, saw Peter, glowing and gay, saw the butler, with his\nattempt to be rude, and the little daughter of the house, tossing about\nin the luxurious pillows of her big bed. She thought of Lydia Lord's\nworn gloves, fumbling in her purse for money, of Mary Lord, so\ngratefully eating melting ice-cream from a pink saucer, with a silver\nsouvenir spoon!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwo different worlds, and she, Susan, torn between them! How far she\nwas from Peter's world, she felt that she had never realized until\nto-night. How little gifts and pleasures signified from a man whose\nlife was crowded with nothing else! How helpless she was, standing by\nwhile his life whirled him further and further away from the dull\ngroove in which her own feet were set!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nYet Susan's evening had not been without its little cause for\nsatisfaction. She had treated Peter coolly, with dignity, with reserve,\nand she had seen it not only spur him to a sudden eagerness to prove\nhis claim to her friendship, but also have its effect upon his hostess.\nThis was the clue, at last.\n\n\"If ever I have another chance,\" decided Susan, \"he won't have such\neasy sailing! He will have to work for my friendship as if I were the\nheiress, and he a clerk in Front Office.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAugust was the happiest month Susan had ever known, September even\nbetter, and by October everybody at Mrs. Lancaster's boarding-house was\nconfidently awaiting the news of Susan Brown's engagement to the rich\nMr. Peter Coleman. Susan herself was fairly dazed with joy. She felt\nherself the most extraordinarily fortunate girl in the world.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOther matters also prospered. Alfred Lancaster had obtained a position\nin the Mission, and seemed mysteriously inclined to hold it, and to\nconquer his besetting weakness. And Georgie's affair was at a peaceful\nstandstill. Georgie had her old place in the house, was changed in\nnothing tangible, and, if she cried a good deal, and went about less\nthan before, she was not actively unhappy. Dr. O'Connor came once a\nweek to see her, an uncomfortable event, during which Georgie's mother", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwas with difficulty restrained from going up to the parlor to tell Joe\nwhat she thought of a man who put his mother before his wife. Virginia\nwas bravely enduring the horrors of approaching darkness. Susan\nreproached herself for her old impatience with Jinny's saintliness;\nthere was no question of her cousin's courage and faith during this\ntest. Mary Lou was agitatedly preparing for a visit to the stricken\nEastmans, in Nevada, deciding one day that Ma could, and the next that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan walked in a golden cloud. No need to hunt through Peter's\nletters, to weigh his words,--she had the man himself now unequivocally\nin the attitude of lover.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr if, in all honesty, she knew him to be a little less than that, at\nleast he was placing himself in that light, before their little world.\nIn that world theatre-trips, candy and flowers have their definite\nsignificance, the mere frequency with which they were seen together\ncommitted him, surely, to something! They paid dinner-calls together,\nthey went together to week-end visits to Emily Saunders, at least two\nevenings out of every week were spent together. At any moment he might", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nturn to her with the little, little phrase that would settle this\nuncertainty once and for all! Indeed it occurred to Susan sometimes\nthat he might think it already settled, without words. At least once a\nday she flushed, half-delighted, half-distressed,--under teasing\nquestions on the subject from the office force, or from the boarders at\nhome; all her world, apparently, knew.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne day, in her bureau drawer, she found the little card that had\naccompanied his first Christmas gift, nearly two years before. Why did\na keen pain stir her heart, as she stood idly twisting it in her\nfingers? Had not the promise of that happy day been a thousand times\nfulfilled?\n\nBut the bright, enchanting hope that card had brought had been so\nsickeningly deferred! Two years!--she was twenty-three now.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Lancaster, opening the bedroom door a few minutes later, found\nSusan in tears, kneeling by the bed.\n\n\"Why, lovey! lovey!\" Her aunt patted the bowed head. \"What is it, dear?\"\n\n\"Nothing!\" gulped Susan, sitting back on her heels, and drying her eyes.\n\n\"Not a quarrel with Peter?\"\n\n\"Oh, auntie, no!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" her aunt sighed comfortably, \"of course it's an emotional time,\ndear! Leaving the home nest--\" Mrs. Lancaster eyed her keenly, but\nSusan did not speak. \"Remember, Auntie is to know the first of all!\"\nshe said playfully. Adding, after a moment's somber thought, \"If\nGeorgie had told Mama, things would be very different now!\"\n\n\"Poor Georgie!\" Susan smiled, and still kneeling, leaned on her aunt's\nknees, as Mrs. Lancaster sat back in the rocking chair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Poor Georgie indeed!\" said her mother vexedly. \"It's more serious than\nyou think, dear. Joe was here last night. It seems that he's going to\nthat doctor's convention, at Del Monte a week from next Saturday, and\nhe was talking to Georgie about her going, too.\"\n\nSusan was thunderstruck.\n\n\"But, Auntie, aren't they going to be divorced?\"\n\nMrs. Lancaster rubbed her nose violently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They are if _I_ have anything to say!\" she said, angrily. \"But, of\ncourse, Georgie has gotten herself into this thing, and now Mama isn't\ngoing to get any help in trying to get her out! Joe was extremely rude\nand inconsiderate about it, and got the poor child crying--!\"\n\n\"But, Auntie, she certainly doesn't want to go!\"\n\n\"Certainly she doesn't. And to come home to that dreadful WOMAN, his\nmother? Use your senses, Susan!\"\n\n\"Why don't you forbid Joe O'Connor the house, Auntie?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because I don't want any little whipper-snapper of a medical graduate\nfrom the Mission to DARE to think he can come here, in my own home, and\nthreaten me with a lawsuit, for alienating his wife's affections!\" Mrs.\nLancaster said forcibly. \"I never in my life heard such impudence!\"\n\n\"Is he mad!\" exclaimed Susan, in a low, horrified tone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I honestly think he is!\" Mrs. Lancaster, gratified by this show\nof indignation, softened. \"But I didn't mean to distress you with this,\ndear,\" said she. \"It will all work out, somehow. We mustn't have any\nscandal in the family just now, whatever happens, for your sake!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPursuant to her new-formed resolutions, Susan was maintaining what\ndignity she could in her friendship with Peter nowadays. And when, in\nNovember, Peter stopped her on the \"deck\" one day to ask her, \"How\nabout Sunday, Sue? I have a date, but I think I can get out of it?\" she\ndisgusted him by answering briskly, \"Not for me, Peter. I'm positively\nengaged for Sunday.\"\n\n\"Oh, no, you're not!\" he assured her, firmly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, truly I am!\" Susan nodded a good-by, and went humming into the\noffice, and that night made William Oliver promise to take her to the\nCarrolls' in Sausalito for the holiday.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo on a hazy, soft November morning they found themselves on the\ncable-car that in those days slipped down the steep streets of Nob\nHill, through the odorous, filthy gaiety of the Chinese quarter,\nthrough the warehouse district, and out across the great crescent of\nthe water-front. Billy, well-brushed and clean-shaven, looked his best\nto-day, and Susan, in a wide, dashing hat, with fresh linen at wrists\nand collar, enjoyed the innocent tribute of many a passing glance from", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"If they try to keep us for dinner, we'll bashfully remain,\" said\nBilly, openly enchanted by the prospect of a day with his adored\nJosephine.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut first they were to have a late second breakfast at Sardi's, the\nlittle ramshackle Sausalito restaurant, whose tables, visible through\ngreen arches, hung almost directly over the water. It was a cheap meal,\noily and fried, but Susan was quite happy, hanging over the rail to\nwatch the shining surface of the water that was so near. The reflection\nof the sun shifted in a ceaselessly moving bright pattern on the\nwhite-washed ceiling, the wash of the outgoing steamer surged through", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter luncheon, they climbed the long flights of steps that lead\nstraight through the village, which hangs on the cliff like a cluster\nof sea-birds' nests. The gardens were bare and brown now, the trees\nsober and shabby.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen the steps stopped, they followed a road that ran like a shelf\nabove the bay and waterfront far below, and that gave a wonderful\naspect of the wide sweep of hills and sky beyond, all steeped in the\nthin, clear autumn haze. Billy pushed open a high gate that had scraped\nthe path beyond in a deep circular groove, and they were in a fine,\nold-fashioned garden, filled with trees. Willow and pepper and\neucalyptus towered over the smaller growth of orange and lemon-verbena", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntrees; there were acacia and mock-orange and standard roses, and\nhollyhock stalks, bare and dry. Only the cosmos bushes, tall and\nwavering, were in bloom, with a few chrysanthemums and late asters, the\nair was colder here than it had been out under the bright November sun,\nand the path under the trees was green and slippery.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn a rise of ground stood the plain, comfortable old house, with a\nwhite curtain blowing here and there at an open window and its front\ndoor set hospitably ajar. But not a soul was in sight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly and Susan were at home here, however, and went through the\nhallway to open a back door that gave on the kitchen. It was an\nimmaculate kitchen, with a fire glowing sleepily behind the shining\niron grating of the stove, and sunshine lying on the well-scrubbed\nfloor. A tall woman was busy with plants in the bright window.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, you nice child!\" she exclaimed, her face brightening as Susan\ncame into her arms for her motherly kiss. \"I was just thinking about\nyou! We've been hearing things about you, Sue, and wondering--and\nwondering--! And Billy, too! The girls will be delighted!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was the mother of the five Carrolls, a mother to whom it was easy\nto trace some of their beauty, and some of their courage. In the twelve\nlong years of her widowhood, from a useless, idle, untrained member of\na society to which all three adjectives apply, this woman had grown to\nbe the broad and brave and smiling creature who was now studying\nSusan's face with the insatiable motherliness that even her household's\nconstant claims failed to exhaust. Manager and cook and houseworker,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nseamstress and confidante to her restless, growing brood, still there\nwas a certain pure radiance that was never quite missing from her\nsmile, and Susan felt a mad impulse to-day to have a long comforting\ncry on the broad shoulder. She thoroughly loved Mrs. Carroll, even if\nshe thought the older woman's interest in soups and darning and the\nfilling of lamps a masterly affectation, and pitied her for the bitter\nfate that had robbed her of home and husband, wealth and position, at", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey two went into the sitting-room now, while Billy raced after the\nyoung people who had taken their luncheon, it appeared, and were\nwalking over the hills to a favorite spot known as \"Gioli's\" beach.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan liked this room, low-ceiled and wide, which ran the length of the\nhouse. It seemed particularly pleasant to-day, with the uncertain\nsunlight falling through the well-darned, snowy window-curtains, the\ncircle of friendly, shabby chairs, the worn old carpet, scrupulously\nbrushed, the reading-table with a green-shaded lamp, and the old square\npiano loaded with music. The room was in Sunday order to-day, books,\nshabby with much handling, were ranged neatly on their shelves, not a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had had many a happy hour in this room, for if the Carrolls were\npoor to the point of absurdity, their mother had made a sort of science\nof poverty, and concentrated her splendid mind on the questions of\nmeals, clothes, and the amusements of their home evenings. That it had\nbeen a hard fight, was still a hard fight, Susan knew. Philip, the\nhandsome first-born, had the tendencies and temptations natural to his\nsix-and-twenty years; Anna, her mother's especial companion, was taking", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\na hard course of nursing in a city hospital; Josephine, the family\nbeauty, at twenty, was soberly undertaking a course in architecture, in\naddition to her daily work in the offices of Huxley and Huxley; even\nlittle Betsey was busy, and Jimmy still in school; so that the brunt of\nthe planning, of the actual labor, indeed, fell upon their mother. But\nshe had carried a so much heavier burden, that these days seemed bright\nand easeful to Mrs. Carroll, and the face she turned to Susan now was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What's all the news, Sue? Auntie's well, and Mary Lou? And what do\nthey say now of Jinny? Don't tell me about Georgie until the girls are\nhere! And what's this I hear of your throwing down Phil completely, and\nsetting up a new young man?\"\n\n\"Please'm, you never said I wasn'ter,\" Susan laughed.\n\n\"No, indeed I never did! You couldn't do a more sensible thing!\"\n\n\"Oh, Aunt Jo!\" The title was only by courtesy. \"I thought you felt that\nevery woman ought to have a profession!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A means of livelihood, my dear, not a profession necessarily! Yes, to\nbe used in case she didn't marry, or when anything went wrong if she\ndid,\" the older woman amended briskly. \"But, Sue, marriage first for\nall girls! I won't say,\" she went on thoughtfully, \"that any marriage\nis better than none at all, but I could ALMOST say that I thought that!\nThat is, given the average start, I think a sensible woman has nine\nchances out of ten of making a marriage successful, whereas there never", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My young man has what you'll consider one serious fault,\" said Susan,\ndimpling.\n\n\"Dear, dear! And what's that?\"\n\n\"He's rich.\"\n\n\"Peter Coleman, yes, of course he is!\" Mrs. Carroll frowned\nthoughtfully. \"Well, that isn't NECESSARILY bad, Susan!\"\n\n\"Aunt Josephine,\" Susan said, really shaken out of her nonsense by the\nserious tone, \"do you honestly think it's a drawback? Wouldn't you\nhonestly rather have Jo, say, marry a rich man than a poor man, other\nthings being equal?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Honestly no, Sue,\" said Mrs. Carroll.\n\n\"But if the rich man was just as good and brave and honest and true as\nthe poor one?\" persisted the girl.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But he couldn't be, Sue, he never is. The fibers of his moral and\nmental nature are too soft. He's had no hardening. No,\" Mrs. Carroll\nshook her head. \"No, I've been rich, and I've been poor. If a man earns\nhis money honestly himself, he grows old during the process, and he may\nor may not be a strong and good man. But if he merely inherits it, he\nis pretty sure not to be one.\"\n\n\"But aren't there some exceptions?\" asked Susan. Mrs. Carroll laughed\nat her tone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There are exceptions to everything! And I really believe Peter Coleman\nis one,\" she conceded smilingly. \"Hark!\" for feet were running down the\npath outside.\n\n\"There you are, Sue!\" said Anna Carroll, putting a glowing face in the\nsitting-room door. \"I came back for you! The others said they would go\nslowly, and we can catch them if we hurry!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe came in, a brilliant, handsome young creature, in rough, well-worn\nwalking attire, and a gipsyish hat. Talking steadily, as they always\ndid when together, she and Susan went upstairs, and Susan was loaned a\nshort skirt, and a cap that made her prettier than ever.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe house was old, there was a hint of sagging here and there, in the\nworn floors, the bedrooms were plainly furnished, almost bare. In the\natmosphere there lingered, despite the open windows, the faint\nundefinable odor common to old houses in which years of frugal and\nself-denying living have set their mark, an odor vaguely compounded of\nclean linen and old woodwork, hot soapsuds and ammonia. The children's\nold books were preserved in old walnut cases, nothing had been renewed,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStill talking, the girls presently ran downstairs, and briskly followed\nthe road that wound up, above the village, to the top of the hill. Anna\nchattered of the hospital, of the superintendent of nurses, who was a\ntrial to all the young nurses, \"all superintendents are tyrants, I\nthink,\" said Anna, \"and we just have to shut our teeth and bear it! But\nit's all so unnecessarily hard, and it's wrong, too, for nursing the\nsick is one thing, and being teased by an irritable woman like that is", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nanother! However,\" she concluded cheerfully, \"I'll graduate some day,\nand forget her! And meantime, I don't want to worry mother, for Phil's\njust taken a real start, and Bett's doctor's bills are paid, and the\nlandlord, by some miracle, has agreed to plaster the kitchen!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey joined the others just below the top of the hill, and were\npresently fighting the stiff wind that blew straight across the ridge.\nOnce over it, however, the wind dropped, the air was deliciously soft\nand fresh and their rapid walking made the day seem warm. There was no\nroad; their straggling line followed the little shelving paths beaten\nout of the hillside by the cows.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFar below lay the ocean, only a tone deeper than the pale sky. The line\nof the Cliff House beach was opposite, a vessel under full sail was\nmoving in through the Golden Gate. The hills fell sharply away to the\nbeach, Gioli's ranch-house, down in the valley, was only one deeper\nbrown note among all the browns. Here and there cows were grazing,\ncotton-tails whisked behind the tall, dried thistles.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe Carrolls loved this particular walk, and took it in all weathers.\nSometimes they had a guest or two,--a stray friend of Philip's, or two\nor three of Anna's girl friends from the hospital. It did not matter,\nfor there was no pairing off at the Carroll picnics. Oftener they were\nall alone, or, as to-day, with Susan and Billy, who were like members\nof the family.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo-day Billy, Jimmy and Betsey were racing ahead like frolicking\npuppies; up banks, down banks, shrieking, singing and shouting. Phil\nand Josephine walked together, they were inseparable chums, and Susan\nthought them a pretty study to-day; Josephine so demurely beautiful in\nher middy jacket and tam-o-shanter cap, and Philip so obviously proud\nof her.\n\nShe and Anna, their hands sunk in their coat-pockets, their hair\nloosening under the breezes, followed the others rather silently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd swiftly, subtly, the healing influences of the hour crept into\nSusan's heart. What of these petty little hopes and joys and fears that\nfretted her like a cloud of midges day and night? How small they seemed\nin the wide silence of these brooding hills, with the sunlight lying\nwarm on the murmuring ocean below, and the sweet kindly earth underfoot!\n\n\"I wish I could live out here, Nance, and never go near to people and\nthings again!\"\n\n\"Oh, DON'T you, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was a delay at the farmhouse for cream. The ranchers' damp\ndooryard had been churned into deep mud by the cows, strong odors,\ndelicious to Susan, because they were associated with these happy days,\ndrifted about, the dairy reeked of damp earth, wet wood, and scoured\ntinware. The cream, topping the pan like a circle of leather, was\nloosened by a small, sharp stick, and pushed, thick and lumpy, into the\nempty jam jar that Josephine neatly presented. A woman came to the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nranch-house door with a grinning Portuguese greeting, the air from the\nkitchen behind her was close, and reeked of garlic and onions and other\nodors. Susan and Anna went in to look at the fat baby, a brown cherub\nwhose silky black lashes curved back half an inch from his cheeks.\nThere were half a dozen small children in the kitchen, cats, even a\nsickly chicken or two.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe road now ran between marshy places full of whispering reeds,\noccasional crazy fences must be crossed, occasional pools carefully\nskirted. And then they were really crossing the difficult strip of\nsandy dead grasses, and cocoanut shells, and long-dried seaweeds that\nhad been tossed up by the sea in a long ridge on the beach, and were\nracing on the smooth sand, where the dangerous looking breakers were\nrolling so harmlessly. They shouted to each other now, above the roar", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof the water, as they gathered drift-wood for their fire, and when the\nblaze was well started, indulged in the fascinating pastime of running\nin long curves so near to the incoming level rush of the waves that\nthey were all soon wet enough to feel that no further harm could be\ndone by frankly wading in the shallows, posing for Philip's camera on\nhalf-submerged rocks, and chasing each other through a frantic game of\nbeach tag. It was the prudent Josephine,--for Anna was too dreamy and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunpractical to bring her attention to detail,--who suggested a general\ndrying of shoes, as they gathered about the fire for the lunch--toasted\nsandwiches, and roasted potatoes, and large wedges of apple-pie, and\nthe tin mugs of delicious coffee that crowned all these feasts. Only\nsea-air accounted for the quantities in which the edibles disappeared;\nthe pasteboard boxes and the basket were emptied to the last crumb, and\nthe coffee-pot refilled and emptied again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe meal was not long over, and the stiffened boots were being buttoned\nwith the aid of bent hairpins, when the usual horrifying discovery of\nthe time was made. Frantic hurrying ensued, the tin cups, dripping salt\nwater, were strung on a cord, the cardboard boxes fed the last flicker\nof the fire, the coffee-pot was emptied into the waves.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd they were off again, climbing up--up--up the long rise of the\nhills. The way home always seemed twice the way out, but Susan found it\na soothing, comforting experience to-day. The sun went behind a cloud;\ncows filed into the ranch gates for milking; a fine fog blew up from\nthe sea.\n\n\"Wonderful day, Anna!\" Susan said. The two were alone together again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"These walks do make you over,\" Anna's bright face clouded a little as\nshe turned to look down the long road they had come. \"It's all so\nbeautiful, Sue,\" she said, slowly, \"and the spring is so beautiful, and\nbooks and music and fires are so beautiful. Why aren't they enough?\nNobody can take those things away from us!\"\n\n\"I know,\" Susan said briefly, comprehending.\n\n\"But we set our hearts on some silly thing not worth one of these\nfogs,\" Anna mused, \"and nothing but that one thing seems to count!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I know,\" Susan said again. She thought of Peter Coleman.\n\n\"There's a doctor at the hospital,\" Anna said suddenly. \"A German,\nDoctor Hoffman. Of course I'm only one of twenty girls to him, now. But\nI've often thought that if I had pretty gowns, and the sort of\nhome,--you know what I mean, Sue! to which one could ask that type of\nreally distinguished man---\"\n\n\"Well, look at my case---\" began Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was almost dark when the seven stormed the home kitchen, tired,\nchilly, happy, ravenous. Here they found Mrs. Carroll, ready to serve\nthe big pot-roast and the squares of yellow cornbread, and to have\nBetsey and Billy burn their fingers trying to get baked sweet potatoes\nout of the oven. And here, straddling a kitchen chair, and noisily\njoyous as usual, was Peter Coleman. Susan knew in a happy instant that\nhe had gone to find her at her aunt's, and had followed her here, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nduring the meal that followed, she was the maddest of all the mad\ncrowd. After dinner they had Josephine's violin, and coaxed Betsey to\nrecite, but more appreciated than either was Miss Brown's rendition of\nselections from German and Italian opera, and her impersonation of an\ninexperienced servant from Erin's green isle. Mrs. Carroll laughed\nuntil the tears ran down her cheeks, as indeed they all did.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe evening ended with songs about the old piano, \"Loch Lomond,\"\n\"Love's Old Sweet Song,\" and \"Asthore.\" Then Susan and Peter and Billy\nmust run for their hats and wraps.\n\n\"And Peter thinks there's MONEY in my window-washer!\" said Mrs.\nCarroll, when they were all loitering in the doorway, while Betts\nhunted for the new time-table.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mother's invention\" was a standing joke with the young Carrolls, but\ntheir mother had a serene belief that some day SOMETHING might be done\nwith the little contrivance she had thought of some years ago, by which\nthe largest of windows might be washed outside as easily as inside. \"I\nbelieve I really thought of it by seeing poor maids washing fifth-story\nwindows by sitting on the sill and tipping out!\" she confessed one day\nto Susan. Now she had been deeply pleased by Peter's casual interest in\nit.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter says that there's NO reason---\" she began.\n\n\"Oh, Mother!\" Josephine laughed indulgently, as she stood with her arm\nabout her mother's waist, and her bright cheek against her mother's\nshoulder, \"you've NOT been taking Peter seriously!\"\n\n\"Jo, when I ask you to take me seriously, it'll be time for you to get\nso fresh!\" said Peter neatly.\n\n\"Your mother is the Lady Edison of the Pacific Coast, and don't you\nforget it! I'm going to talk to some men at the shop about this\nthing---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Say, if you do, I'll make some blue prints,\" Billy volunteered.\n\n\"You're on!\" agreed Mr. Coleman.\n\n\"You wouldn't want to market this yourself, Mrs. Carroll?\"\n\n\"Well--no, I don't think so. No, I'm sure I wouldn't! I'd rather sell\nit for a lump sum---\"\n\n\"To be not less than three dollars,\" laughed Phil.\n\n\"Less than three hundred, you mean!\" said the interested Peter.\n\n\"Three hundred!\" Mrs. Carroll exclaimed. \"Do you SUPPOSE so?\"\n\n\"Why, I don't know--but I can find out\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe trio, running for their boat, left the little family rather\nexcited, for the first time, over the window-cleaner.\n\n\"But, Peter, is there really something in it?\" asked Susan, on the boat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,--there might be. Anyway, it seemed a good chance to give them a\nlift, don't you know?\" he said, with his ingenuous blush. Susan loved\nhim for the generous impulse. She had sometimes fancied him a little\nindifferent to the sufferings of the less fortunate, proof of the\ncontrary warmed her to the very heart! She had been distressed one day\nto hear him gaily telling George Banks, the salesman who was coughing\nhimself to death despite the frantic care of his wife, a story of a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nconsumptive, and, on another occasion, when a shawled, shabby woman had\ncome up to them in the street, with the whined story of five little\nhungry children, Susan had been shocked to hear Peter say, with his\nirrepressible gaiety, \"Well, here! Here's five cents; that's a cent\napiece! Now mind you don't waste it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe told herself to-night that these things proved no more than want of\nthought. There was nothing wrong with the heart that could plan so\ntactfully for Mrs. Carroll.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn the following Saturday Susan had the unexpected experience of\nshopping with Mrs. Lancaster and Georgie for the latter's trousseau. It\nwas unlike any shopping that they had ever done before, inasmuch as the\ndoctor's unclaimed bride had received from her lord the sum of three\nhundred dollars for the purpose. Georgie denied firmly that she was\ngoing to start with her husband for the convention at Del Monte that\nevening, but she went shopping nevertheless. Perhaps she could not", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nreally resist the lure of the shining heap of gold pieces. She became\ndeeply excited and charmed over the buying of the pretty tailor-made,\nthe silk house dresses, the hat and shoes and linen. Georgie began to\nplay the bride, was prettily indignant with clerks, pouted at silks and\nvelvets. Susan did not miss her cousin's bright blush when certain\nthings, a linen suit, underlinen, a waist or two, were taken from the\nmass of things to be sent, and put into Georgie's suitcase.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you're to have a silk waist, Ma, I INSIST.\"\n\n\"Now, Baby love, this is YOUR shopping. And, more than that, I really\nneed a pair of good corsets before I try on waists!\"\n\n\"Then you'll have both!\" Mrs. Lancaster laughed helplessly as the bride\ncarried her point.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt six o'clock the three met the doctor at the Vienna Bakery, for tea,\nand Georgie, quite lofty in her attitude when only her mother and\ncousin were to be impressed, seemed suddenly to lose her powers of\nspeech. She answered the doctor's outline of his plans only by\nmonosyllables. \"Yes,\" \"All right,\" \"That's nice, Joe.\" Her face was\nburning red.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But Ma--Ma and I--and Sue, too, don't you, Sue?\" she stammered\npresently. \"We think--and don't you think it would be as well,\nyourself, Joe, if I went back with Ma to-night---\"\n\nSusan, anxiously looking toward the doctor, at this, felt a little\nthrill run over her whole body at the sudden glimpse of the confident\nmale she had in his reply,--or rather, lack of reply. For, after a\nvague, absent glance at Georgie, he took a time-table out of his\npocket, and addressed his mother-in-law.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We'll be back next Sunday, Mrs. Lancaster. But don't worry if you\ndon't hear from Georgie that day, for we may be late, and Mother won't\nnaturally want us to run off the moment we get home. But on Monday\nGeorgie can go over, if she wants to. Perhaps I'll drive her over, if I\ncan.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He was the coolest---!\" Susan said, half-annoyed, half-admiring, to\nMary Lou, late that night. The boarding-house had been pleasantly\nfluttered by the departure of the bride, Mrs. Lancaster, in spite of\nherself, had enjoyed the little distinction of being that personage's\nmother.\n\n\"Well, she'll be back again in a week!\" Virginia, missing her sister,\nsighed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Back, yes,\" Mrs. Lancaster admitted, \"but not quite the same, dear!\"\nGeorgie, whatever her husband, whatever the circumstances of her\nmarriage, was nearer her mother than any of the others now. As a wife,\nshe was admitted to the company of wives.\n\nSusan spent the evening in innocently amorous dreams, over her game of\npatience. What a wonderful thing, if one loved a man, to fare forth\ninto the world with him as his wife!----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I have about as much chance with Joe Carroll as a dead rat,\" said\nBilly suddenly. He was busied with his draughting board and the little\nbox of draughts-man's instruments that Susan always found fascinating,\nand had been scowling and puffing over his work.\n\n\"Why?\" Susan asked, laughing outright. \"Oh, she's so darn busy!\" Billy\nsaid, and returned to his work.\n\nSusan pondered it. She wished she were so \"darned\" busy that Peter\nColeman might have to scheme and plan to see her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's why men's love affairs are considered so comparatively\nunimportant, I suppose,\" she submitted presently. \"Men are so busy!\"\n\nBilly paid no attention to the generality, and Susan pursued it no\nfurther.\n\nBut after awhile she interrupted him again, this time in rather an odd\ntone.\n\n\"Billy, I want to ask you something---\"\n\n\"Ask away,\" said Billy, giving her one somewhat startled glance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan did not speak immediately, and he did not hurry her. A few silent\nminutes passed before she laid a card carefully in place, studied it\nwith her head on one side, and said casually, in rather a husky voice:\n\n\"Billy, if a man takes a girl everywhere, and gives her things, and\nseems to want to be with her all the time, he's in love with her, isn't\nhe?\"\n\nBilly, apparently absorbed in what he was doing, cleared his throat\nbefore he answered carelessly:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, it might depend, Sue. When a man in my position does it, a girl\nknows gosh darn well that if I spend my good hard money on her I mean\nbusiness!\"\n\n\"But--it mightn't be so--with a rich man?\" hazarded Susan bravely.\n\n\"Why, I don't know, Sue.\" An embarrassed red had crept into William's\ncheeks. \"Of course, if a fellow kissed her---\"\n\n\"Oh, heavens!\" cried Susan, scarlet in turn, \"he never did anything\nlike THAT!\"\n\n\"Didn't, hey?\" William looked blank.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, never!\" Susan said, meeting his look bravely. \"He's--he's too much\nof a gentleman, Bill!\"\n\n\"Perhaps that's being a gentleman, and perhaps it's not,\" said Billy,\nscowling. \"He--but he--he makes love to you, doesn't he?\" The crude\nphrase was the best he could master in this delicate matter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't--I don't know!\" said Susan, laughing, but with flaming cheeks.\n\"That's it! He--he isn't sentimental. I don't believe he ever would be,\nit's not his nature. He doesn't take anything very seriously, you know.\nWe talk all the time, but not about really serious things.\" It sounded\na little lame. Susan halted.\n\n\"Of course, Coleman's a perfectly decent fellow---\" Billy began, with\nbrotherly uneasiness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, absolutely!\" Susan could laugh, in her perfect confidence. \"He\nacts exactly as if I were his sister, or another boy. He never\neven--put his arm about me,\" she explained, \"and I--I don't know just\nwhat he DOES mean---\"\n\n\"Sure,\" said Billy, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Of course, there's no reason why a man and a girl can't be good\nfriends just as two men would,\" Susan said, more lightly, after a pause.\n\n\"Oh, yes there is! Don't you fool yourself!\" Billy said, gloomily.\n\"That's all rot!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, a girl can't stay moping in the house until a man comes along\nand says, 'If I take you to the theater it means I want to marry you!'\"\nSusan declared with spirit. \"I--I can't very well turn to Peter now and\nsay, 'This ends everything, unless you are in earnest!'\"\n\nHer distress, her earnestness, her eagerness for his opinion, had\ncarried her quite out of herself. She rested her face in her hands, and\nfixed her anxious eyes upon him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, here's the way I figure it out,\" Billy said, deliberately,\ndrawing his pencil slowly along the edge of his T-square, and squinting\nat it absorbedly, \"Coleman has a crush on you, all right, and he'd\nrather be with you than anyone else---\"\n\n\"Yes,\" nodded Susan. \"I know that, because---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well. But you see you're so fixed that you can't entertain him here,\nSue, and you don't run in his crowd, so when he wants to see you he has\nto go out of his way to do it. So his rushing you doesn't mean as much\nas it otherwise would.\"\n\n\"I suppose that's true,\" Susan said, with a sinking heart.\n\n\"The chances are that he doesn't want to get married at all yet,\"\npursued Billy, mercilessly, \"and he thinks that if he gives you a good\ntime, and doesn't--doesn't go any further, that he's playing fair.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's what I think,\" Susan said, fighting a sensation of sickness.\nHer heart was a cold weight, she hoped that she was not going to cry.\n\n\"But all the same, Sue,\" Billy resumed more briskly, \"You can see that\nit wouldn't take much to bring an affair like that to a finish.\nColeman's rich, he can marry if he pleases, and he wants what he\nwants---You couldn't just stop short, I suppose? You couldn't simply\nturn down all his invitations, and refuse everything?\" he broke off to\nask.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Billy, how could I? Right in the next office!\"\n\n\"Well, that's an advantage, in a way. It keeps the things in his mind.\nEither way, you're no worse off for stopping everything now, Sue. If\nhe's in earnest, he'll not be put off by that, and if he's not, you\nsave yourself from--from perhaps beginning to care.\"\n\nSusan could have kissed the top of Billy's rumpled head for the tactful\nclose. She had thrown her pride to the winds to-night, but she loved\nhim for remembering it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But he would think that I cared!\" she objected.\n\n\"Let him! That won't hurt you. Simply say that your aunt disapproves of\nyour being so much with him, and stop short.\"\n\nBilly went on working, and Susan shuffled her pack for a new game.\n\n\"Thank you, Bill,\" she said at last, gratefully. \"I'm glad I told you.\"\n\n\"Oh, that's all right!\" said William, gruffly.\n\nThere was a silence until Mary Lou came in, to rip up her old velvet\nhat, and speculate upon the clangers of a trip to Virginia City.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VII", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLife presented itself in a new aspect to Susan Brown. A hundred little\nevents and influences combining had made it seem to her less a\ngrab-bag, from which one drew good or bad at haphazard, and more a\nrational problem, to be worked out with arbitrarily supplied materials.\nShe might not make herself either rich or famous, but she COULD,--she\nbegan dimly to perceive,--eliminate certain things from her life and\nput others in their places. The race was not to the swift, but to the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfaithful. What other people had done, she, by following the old\ncopybook rules of the honest policy, the early rising, the power of\nknowledge, the infinite capacity of taking pains that was genius, could\ndo, too. She had been the toy of chance too long. She would grasp\nchance, now, and make it serve her. The perseverance that Anna brought\nto her hospital work, that Josephine exercised in her studies, Susan,\nlacking a gift, lacking special training, would seriously devote to the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbusiness of getting married. Girls DID marry. She would presumably\nmarry some day, and Peter Coleman would marry. Why not, having advanced\na long way in this direction, to each other?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was, in fact, no alternative in her case. She knew no other\neligible man half as well. If Peter Coleman went out of her life, what\nremained? A somewhat insecure position in a wholesale drug-house, at\nforty dollars a month, and half a third-story bedroom in a\nboarding-house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was not a calculating person. She knew that Peter Coleman liked\nher immensely, and that he could love her deeply, too. She knew that\nher feeling for him was only held from an extreme by an inherited\nfeminine instinct of self-preservation. Marriage, and especially this\nmarriage, meant to her a great many pleasant things, a splendid,\nlovable man with whom to share life, a big home to manage and delight\nin, a conspicuous place in society, and one that she knew that she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncould fill gracefully and well. Marriage meant children, dear little\nwhite-clad sons, with sturdy bare knees, and tiny daughters\nhalf-smothered in lace and ribbons; it meant power, power to do good,\nto develop her own gifts; it meant, above all, a solution of the\nproblems of her youth. No more speculations, no more vagaries, safely\nanchored, happily absorbed in normal cares and pleasures, Susan could\nrest on her laurels, and look about her in placid content!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo more serious thought assailed her. Other thoughts than these were\nnot \"nice.\" Susan safe-guarded her wandering fancies as sternly as she\ndid herself, would as quickly have let Peter, or any other man, kiss\nher, as to have dreamed of the fundamental and essential elements of\nmarriage. These, said Auntie, \"came later.\" Susan was quite content to\nignore them. That the questions that \"came later\" might ruin her life\nor unmake her compact, she did not know. At this point it might have", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmade no difference in her attitude. Her affection for Peter was quite\nas fresh and pure as her feeling for a particularly beloved brother\nwould have been.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're dated three-deep for Thursday night, I presume?\"\n\n\"Peter--how you do creep up behind one!\" Susan turned, on the deck, to\nface him laughingly. \"What did you say?\"\n\n\"I said--but where are you going?\"\n\n\"Upstairs to lunch. Where did you think?\" Susan exhibited the little\npackage in her hand. \"Do I look like a person about to go to a Browning\nCotillion, or to take a dip in the Pacific?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" gurgled Peter, \"but I was wishing we could lunch together.\nHowever, I'm dated with Hunter. But what about Thursday night?\"\n\n\"Thursday.\" Susan reflected. \"Peter, I can't!\"\n\n\"All foolishness. You can.\"\n\n\"No, honestly! Georgie and Joe are coming. The first time.\"\n\n\"Oh, but you don't have to be there!\"\n\n\"Oh, but yes I do!\"\n\n\"Well---\" Mr. Coleman picked a limp rubber bathing cap from the top of\na case, and distended it on two well-groomed hands. \"Well, Evangeline,\nhow's Sat.? The great American pay-day!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Busy Saturday, too. Too bad. I'm sorry, Peter.\"\n\n\"Woman, you lie!\"\n\n\"Of course you can insult me, sir. I'm only a working girl!\"\n\n\"No, but who have you got a date with?\" Peter said curiously. \"You're\nblushing like mad! You're not engaged at all!\"\n\n\"Yes, I am. Truly. Lydia Lord is taking the civil service examinations;\nshe wants to get a position in the public library. And I promised that\nI'd take Mary's dinner up and sit with her.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, shucks! You could get out of that! However----I'll tell you what,\nSusan. I was going off with Russ on Sunday, but I'll get out of it, and\nwe'll go see guard mount at the Presidio, and have tea with Aunt Clara,\nwhat?\"\n\n\"I don't believe they have guard mount on Sundays.\"\n\n\"Well, then we'll go feed the gold-fish in the Japanese gardens,--they\neat on Sundays, the poor things! Nobody ever converted them.\"\n\n\"Honestly, Peter---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look here, Susan!\" he exclaimed, suddenly aroused. \"Are you trying to\nthrow me down? Well, of all gall!\"\n\nSusan's heart began to thump.\n\n\"No, of course I'm not!\"\n\n\"Well, then, shall I get tickets for Monday night?\"\n\n\"Not Monday.\"\n\n\"Look here, Susan! Somebody's been stuffing you, I can see it! Was it\nAuntie? Come on, now, what's the matter, all of a sudden?\"\n\n\"There's nothing sudden about it,\" Susan said, with dignity, \"but\nAuntie does think that I go about with you a good deal---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter was silent. Susan, stealing a glance at his face, saw that it was\nvery red.\n\n\"Oh, I love that! I'm crazy about it!\" he said, grinning. Then, with\nsudden masterfulness, \"That's all ROT! I'm coming for you on Sunday,\nand we'll go feed the fishes!\"\n\nAnd he was gone. Susan ate her lunch very thoughtfully, satisfied on\nthe whole with the first application of the new plan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn Sunday afternoon Mr. Coleman duly presented himself at the\nboarding-house, but he was accompanied by Miss Fox, to whom Susan, who\nsaw her occasionally at the Saunders', had taken a vague dislike, and\nby a Mr. Horace Carter, fat, sleepy, and slightly bald at twenty-six.\n\n\"I brought 'em along to pacify Auntie,\" said Peter on the car.\n\nSusan made a little grimace.\n\n\"You don't like Con? Oh, she's loads of sport!\" he assured her. \"And\nyou'll like Carter, too, he's loads of fun!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Susan liked nobody and nothing that day. It was a failure from\nbeginning to end. The sky was overcast, gloomy. Not a leaf stirred on\nthe dripping trees, in the silent Park, fog filled all the little\ncanons. There were very few children on the merry-go-rounds, or in the\nswings, and very few pleasure-seekers in the museum and the\nconservatories. Miss Fox was quite comfortable in white furs, but Susan\nfelt chilly. She tried to strike a human spark from Mr. Carter, but", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey listened to the band for a little while, but it was too cold to\nsit still very long, and when Peter proposed tea at the Occidental,\nSusan visibly brightened. But the shamed color rose in her face when\nMiss Fox languidly assured him that if he wanted her mother to scalp\nher, well and good; if not, he would please not mention tea downtown.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe added that Mama was having a tea herself to-day, or she would ask\nthem all to come home with her. This put Susan in an uncomfortable\nposition of which she had to make the best.\n\n\"If it wasn't for an assorted bunch of boarders,\" said Susan, \"I would\nask you all to our house.\"\n\nMiss Fox eyed her curiously a moment, then spoke to Peter.\n\n\"Well, do let's do something, Peter! Let's go to the Japanese garden.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo the Japanese garden they went, for a most unsatisfactory tea. Miss\nFox, it appeared, had been to Japan,--\"with Dolly Ripley, Peter,\" said\nshe, carelessly mentioning the greatest of California's heiresses, and\nshe delighted the little bowing, smiling tea-woman with a few words in\nher native tongue. Susan admired this accomplishment, with the others,\nas she drank the tasteless fluid from tiny bowls.\n\nOnly four o'clock! What an endless afternoon it had been!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter took her home, and they chatted on the steps gaily enough, in the\nwinter twilight. But Susan cried herself to sleep that night. This\nfirst departure from her rule had proven humiliating and disastrous;\nshe determined not to depart from it again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGeorgie and the doctor came to the house for the one o'clock Christmas\ndinner, the doctor instantly antagonizing his wife's family by the\nremark that his mother always had her Christmas dinner at night, and\nhad \"consented\" to their coming, on condition that they come home again\nearly in the afternoon. However, it was delightful to have Georgie back\nagain, and the cousins talked and laughed together for an hour, in Mary\nLou's room. Almost the first question from the bride was of Susan's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It hasn't come yet, so I don't know myself!\" Susan said readily. But\nthat evening, when Georgie was gone and her aunt and cousins were at\nchurch, she sat down to write to Peter.\n\n MY DEAR PETER (wrote Susan):", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis is a perfectly exquisite pin, and you are a dear to have\n remembered my admiring a pearl crescent months ago. I\n never saw a pin that I liked better, but it's far too handsome\n a gift for me to keep. I haven't even dared show it to Auntie\n and the girls! I am sending it back to you, though I hate to\n let it go, and thank you a thousand times.\n\n Always affectionately yours,\n\n SUSAN BROWN.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter answered immediately from the country house where he was spending\nthe holidays. Susan read his letter in the office, two days after\nChristmas.\n\n DEAR <DW29> IRENE:\n\n I see Auntie's fine Italian hand in this! You wait till your\n father gets home, I'll learn you to sass back! Tell Mrs. Lancaster\n that it's an imitation and came in a box of lemon drops,\n and put it on this instant! The more you wear the better, this\n cold weather!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nI've got the bulliest terrier ever, from George. Show him\n to you next week. PETER.\n\nFrowning thoughtfully, her eyes still on the scribbled half-sheet,\nSusan sat down at her desk, and reached for paper and pen. She wrote\nreadily, and sent the letter out at once by the office boy.\n\n DEAR PETER:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPlease don't make any more fuss about the pin. I can't\n accept it, and that's all there is to it. The candy was quite\n enough--I thought you were going to send me books. Hadn't\n you better change your mind and send me a book? As ever,\n S. B.\n\nTo which Peter, after a week's interval, answered briefly:\n\n DEAR SUSAN:\n\n This fuss about the pin gives me a pain. I gave a dozen\n gifts handsomer than that, and nobody else seems to be kicking.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBe a good girl, and Love the Giver. PETER.\n\nThis ended the correspondence. Susan put the pin away in the back of\nher bureau-drawer, and tried not to think about the matter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nJanuary was cold and dark. Life seemed to be made to match. Susan\ncaught cold from a worn-out overshoe, and spent an afternoon and a day\nin bed, enjoying the rest from her aching head to her tired feet, but\nprotesting against each one of the twenty trips that Mary Lou made up\nand downstairs for her comfort. She went back to the office on the\nthird day, but felt sick and miserable for a long time and gained\nstrength slowly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne rainy day, when Peter Coleman was alone in Mr. Brauer's office, she\ntook the little jeweler's box in and laid it beside him on the desk.\n\n\"This is all darn foolishness!\" Peter said, really annoyed.\n\n\"Well---\" Susan shrugged wearily, \"it's the way I feel about it.\"\n\n\"I thought you were more of a sport!\" he said impatiently, holding the\nbox as if he did not quite know what to do with it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Perhaps I'm not,\" Susan said quietly. She felt as if the world were\nslowly, dismally coming to an end, but she stood her ground.\n\nAn awkward silence ensued. Peter slipped the little box into his\npocket. They were both standing at his high desk, resting their elbows\nupon it, and half-turned, so that they faced each other.\n\n\"Well,\" he said, discontentedly, \"I've got to give you something or\nother for Christmas. What'll it be?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing at all, Peter,\" Susan protested, \"just don't say anything more\nabout it!\"\n\nHe meditated, scowling.\n\n\"Are you dated for to-morrow night?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" Susan said simply. The absence of explanation was extremely\nsignificant.\n\n\"So you're not going out with me any more?\" he asked, after a pause.\n\n\"Not--for awhile,\" Susan agreed, with a little difficulty. She felt a\nhorrible inclination to cry.\n\n\"Well, gosh, I hope somebody is pleased at the trouble she has made!\"\nPeter burst out angrily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"If you mean Auntie, Peter,\" indignation dried Susan's tears, \"you are\nquite mistaken! Anyway, she would be quite right not to want me to\naccept expensive gifts from a man whose position is so different from\nmy own---\"\n\n\"Rot!\" said Peter, flushing, \"that sounds like servants' talk!\"\n\n\"Well, of course I know it is nonsense---\" Susan began. And, despite\nher utmost effort, two tears slipped down her cheeks.\n\n\"And if we were engaged it would be all right, is that it?\" Peter said,\nafter an embarrassed pause.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, but I don't want you to think for one instant---\" Susan began,\nwith flaming cheeks.\n\n\"I wish to the Lord people would mind their own business,\" Peter said\nvexedly. There was a pause. Then he added, cheerfully, \"Tell 'em we're\nengaged then, that'll shut 'em up!\"\n\nThe world rocked for Susan.\n\n\"Oh, but Peter, we can't--it wouldn't be true!\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't it be true?\" he demanded, perversely.\n\n\"Because we aren't!\" persisted Susan, rubbing an old blot on the desk\nwith a damp forefinger.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I thought one day we said that when I was forty-five and you were\nforty-one we were going to get married?\" Peter presently reminded her,\nhalf in earnest, half irritated.\n\n\"D-d-did we?\" stammered Susan, smiling up at him through a mist of\ntears.\n\n\"Sure we did. We said we were going to start a stock-ranch, and raise\nracers, don't you remember?\"\n\nA faint recollection of the old joke came to her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, then, are we to let people know that in twenty years we intend\nto be married?\" she asked, laughing uncertainly.\n\nPeter gave his delighted shout of amusement. The conversation had\nreturned to familiar channels.\n\n\"Lord, don't tell anyone! WE'LL know it, that's enough!\" he said.\n\nThat was all. There was no chance for sentiment, they could not even\nclasp hands, here in the office. Susan, back at her desk, tried to\nremember exactly what HAD been said and implied.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter, I'll have to tell Auntie!\" she had exclaimed.\n\nPeter had not objected, had not answered indeed.\n\n\"I'll have to take my time about telling MY aunt,\" he had said, \"but\nthere's time enough! See here, Susan, I'm dated with Barney White in\nBerkeley to-night--is that all right?\"\n\n\"Surely!\" Susan had assured him laughingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You see,\" Peter had explained, \"it'll be a very deuce of a time before\nwe'll want everyone to know. There's any number of things to do. So\nperhaps it's just as well if people don't suspect---\"\n\n\"Peter, how extremely like you not to care what people think as long as\nwe're not engaged, and not to want them to suspect it when we are!\"\nSusan could say, smiling above the deep hurt in her heart.\n\nAnd Peter laughed cheerfully again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen Mr. Brauer came in, and Susan went back to her desk, brain and\nheart in a whirl. But presently one fact disengaged itself from a mist\nof doubts and misgivings, hopes and terrors. She and Peter were engaged\nto be married! What if vows and protestations, plans and confidences\nwere still all to come, what if the very first kiss was still to come?\nThe essential thing remained; they were engaged, the question was\nsettled at last.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter was not, at this time, quite the ideal lover. But in what was he\never conventional; when did he ever do the expected thing? No; she\nwould gain so much more than any other woman ever had gained by her\nmarriage, she would so soon enter on a life that would make these days\nseem only a troubled dream, that she could well afford to dispense with\nsome of the things her romantic nature half expected now. It might not\nbe quite comprehensible in him, but it was certainly a convenience for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher that he seemed to so dread an announcement just now. She must have\nsome gowns for the entertainments that would be given them; she must\nhave some money saved for trousseau; she must arrange a little tea at\nhome, when, the boarders being eliminated, Peter could come to meet a\nfew of the very special old friends. These things took time. Susan\nspent the dreamy, happy afternoon in desultory planning.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter went out at three o'clock with Barney White, looking in to nod\nSusan a smiling good-by. Susan returned to her dreams, determined that\nshe would find the new bond as easy or as heavy as he chose to make it.\nShe had only to wait, and fate would bring this wonderful thing her\nway; it would be quite like Peter to want to do the thing suddenly,\nbefore long, summon his aunt and uncle, her aunt and cousins, and\nannounce the wedding and engagement to the world at once.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLost in happy dreams, she did not see Thorny watching her, or catch the\nintense, wistful look with which Mr. Brauer so often followed her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had a large share of the young German's own dreams just now, a\ndemure little Susan in a checked gingham apron, tasting jelly on a\nvine-shaded porch, or basting a chicken in a sunny kitchen, or pouring\nher lord's coffee from a shining pot. The dream Susan's hair was\nirreproachably neat, she wore shining little house-slippers, and she\nalways laughed out,--the ringing peal of bells that Henry Brauer had\nonce heard in the real Susan's laugh,--when her husband teased her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nabout her old fancy for Peter Coleman. And the dream Susan was the\nhappy mother of at least five little girls--all girls!--a little Susan\nthat was called \"Sanna,\" and an Adelaide for the gross-mutter in the\nold country, and a Henrietta for himself----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nClean and strong and good, well-born and ambitious, gentle, and full of\nthe love of books and music and flowers and children, here was a mate\nat whose side Susan might have climbed to the very summit of her\ndreams. But she never fairly looked at Mr. Brauer, and after a few\nyears his plump dark little dumpling of a Cousin Linda came from Bremen\nto teach music in the Western city, and to adore clever Cousin\nHeinrich, and then it was time to hunt for the sunny kitchen and buy", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFor Susan was engaged to Peter Coleman! She went home on this\nparticular evening to find a great box of American Beauty roses waiting\nfor her, and a smaller box with them--the pearl crescent again! What\ncould the happy Susan do but pin on a rose with the crescent, her own\ncheeks two roses, and go singing down to dinner?\n\n\"Lovey, Auntie doesn't like to see you wearing a pin like that!\" Mrs.\nLancaster said, noticing it with troubled eyes. \"Didn't Peter send it\nto you?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes'm,\" said Susan, dimpling, as she kissed the older woman.\n\n\"Don't you know that a man has no respect for a girl who doesn't keep\nhim a little at a distance, dear?\"\n\n\"Oh,--is--that--so!\" Susan spun her aunt about, in a mad reel.\n\n\"Susan!\" gasped Mrs. Lancaster. Her voice changed, she caught the girl\nby the shoulders, and looked into the radiant face. \"Susan?\" she asked.\n\"My child---!\"\n\nAnd Susan strangled her with a hug, and whispered, \"Yes--yes--yes! But\ndon't you dare tell anyone!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPoor Mrs. Lancaster was quite unable to tell anyone anything for a few\nmoments. She sat down in her place, mechanically returning the evening\ngreetings of her guests. Her handsome, florid face was quite pale. The\nsoup came on and she roused herself to serve it; dinner went its usual\nway.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut going upstairs after dinner, Mary Lou, informed of the great event\nin some mysterious way, gave Susan's waist a girlish squeeze and said\njoyously, \"Ma had to tell me, Sue! I AM so glad!\" and Virginia, sitting\nwith bandaged eyes in a darkened room, held out both hands to her\ncousin, later in the evening, and said, \"God bless our dear little\ngirl!\" Billy knew it too, for the next morning he gave Susan one of his\nshattering hand-grasps and muttered that he was \"darned glad, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nColeman was darned lucky,\" and Georgie, who was feeling a little better\nthan usual, though still pale and limp, came in to rejoice and exclaim\nlater in the day, a Sunday.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAll of this made Susan vaguely uneasy. It was true, of course, and yet\nsomehow it was all too new, too strange to be taken quite happily as a\nmatter of course. She could only smile when Mary Lou assured her that\nshe must keep a little carriage; when Virginia sighed, \"To think of the\ngood that you can do\"; when Georgie warned her against living with the\nold people.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's awful, take my word for it!\" said Georgie, her hat laid aside,\nher coat loosened, very much enjoying a cup of tea in the dining-room.\nYoung Mrs. O'Connor did not grow any closer to her husband's mother.\nBut it was to be noticed that toward her husband himself her attitude\nwas changed. Joe was altogether too smart to be cooped up there in the\nMission, it appeared; Joe was working much too hard, and yet he carried\nher breakfast upstairs to her every morning; Joe was an angel with his\nmother.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I wish--of course you can explain to Peter now--but I wish that I\ncould give you a little engagement tea,\" said Georgie, very much the\nmatron.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, surely!\" Susan hastened to reassure her. Nothing could have been\nless to her liking than any festivity involving the O'Connors just now.\nSusan had dined at the gloomy Mission Street house once, and retained a\ndepressing memory of the dark, long parlor, with only one shutter\nopened in the bay window, the grim elderly hostess, in mourning, who\nwatched Georgie incessantly, the hard-faced elderly maid, so obviously\nin league with her mistress against the new-comer, and the dinner that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nprogressed from a thick, sad-looking soup to a firm, cold apple pie.\nThere had been an altercation between the doctor and his mother on the\noccasion of Susan's visit because there had been no fire laid in\nGeorgie's big, cold, upstairs bedroom. Susan, remembering all this,\ncould very readily excuse Georgie from the exercise of any hospitality\nwhatever.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't give it another thought, Georgie!\" said she.\n\n\"There'll be entertaining enough, soon!\" said Mary Lou.\n\n\"But we aren't going to announce it for ever so long!\" Susan said.\n\n\"Please, PLEASE don't tell anyone else, Auntie!\" she besought over and\nover again.\n\n\"My darling, not for the world! I can perfectly appreciate the delicacy\nof feeling that makes you wish to leave all that to Peter! And who\nknows? Only ourselves, and Billy, who is as close to you as a dear\nbrother could be, and Joe---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, is Georgie going to tell Joe?\" Susan asked, dismayed.\n\n\"Well, now, perhaps she won't,\" Mrs. Lancaster said soothingly. \"And I\nthink you will find that a certain young gentleman is only too anxious\nto tell his friends what a lovely girl he has won!\" finished Auntie\narchly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was somehow wretchedly certain that she would find nothing of the\nkind. As a matter of fact, it chanced to be a week when she had no\nengagements made with Peter, and two days went by--three--and still she\ndid not hear from him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBy Thursday she was acutely miserable. He was evidently purposely\navoiding her. Susan had been sleeping badly for several nights, she\nfelt feverish with anxiety and uncertainty. On Thursday, when the girls\nfiled out of the office at noon, she kept her seat, for Peter was in\nthe small office and she felt as if she must have a talk with him or\ndie. She heard him come into Front Office the moment she was alone, and\nbegan to fuss with her desk without raising her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello!\" said Peter, sitting on a corner of the desk. \"I've been\nterribly busy with the Gerald theatricals, and that's why you haven't\nseen me. I promised Mary Gerald two months ago that I'd be in 'em, but\nby George! she's leaving the whole darn thing to me! How are you?\"\n\nSo gay, so big, so infinitely dear! Susan's doubts melted like mist.\nShe only wanted not to make him angry.\n\n\"I've been wondering where you were,\" she said mildly.\n\n\"And a little bit mad in spots?\" queried Peter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well---\" Susan took firm grip of her courage. \"After our little talk\non Saturday,\" she reminded him, smilingly.\n\n\"Sure,\" said Peter. And after a moment, thoughtfully staring down at\nthe desk, he added again rather heavily, \"Sure.\"\n\n\"I told my aunt--I had to,\" said Susan then.\n\n\"Well, that's all right,\" Peter responded, after a perceptible pause.\n\"Nobody else knows?\"\n\n\"Oh, nobody!\" Susan answered, her heart fluttering nervously at his\ntone, and her courage suddenly failing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And Auntie will keep mum, of course,\" he said thoughtfully. \"It would\nbe so deuced awkward, Susan,\" he began.\n\n\"Oh, I know it!\" she said eagerly. It seemed so much, after the unhappy\napprehensions of the few days past, to have him acknowledge the\nengagement, to have him only concerned that it should not be\nprematurely made known!\n\n\"Can't we have dinner together this evening, Sue? And go see that man\nat the Orpheum,--they say he's a wonder!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, yes, I could,\" he said hesitatingly. But the moment had given\nSusan time to reconsider the impulsively given invitation. For a dozen\nreasons she did not want to take Peter home with her to-night. The\nsingle one that the girls and Auntie would be quite unable to conceal\nthe fact that they knew of her engagement was enough. So when Peter\nsaid regretfully, \"But I thought we'd have more fun alone! Telephone\nyour aunt and ask her if we can't have a pious little dinner at the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAuntie of course consented, a little lenience was permissible now.\n\n\"... But not supper afterwards, dear,\" said Auntie. \"If Peter teases,\ntell him that he will have you to himself soon enough! And Sue,\" she\nadded, with a hint of reproach in her voice, \"remember that we expect\nto see Peter out here very soon. Of course it's not as if your mother\nwas alive, dear, I know that! Still, even an old auntie has some claim!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, Auntie, darling,\" said Susan, very low, \"I asked him to dinner\nto-night. And then it occurred to me, don't you know?---that it might\nbe better---\"\n\n\"Gracious me, don't think of bringing him out here that way!\"\nejaculated Mrs. Lancaster. \"No, indeed. You're quite right. But arrange\nit for very soon, Sue.\"\n\n\"Oh, surely I will!\" Susan said, relievedly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter an afternoon of happy anticipation it was a little disappointing\nto find that she and Peter were not to be alone, a gentle, pretty Miss\nHall and her very charming brother were added to the party when Peter\nmet Susan at six o'clock.\n\n\"Friends of Aunt Clara's,\" Peter explained to Susan. \"I had to!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, liking the Halls, sensibly made the best of them. She let Miss\nKatharine monopolize Peter, and did her best to amuse Sam. She was in\nhigh spirits at dinner, laughed, and kept the others laughing, during\nthe play,--for the plan had been changed for these guests, and\nafterwards was so amusing and gay at the little supper party that Peter\nwas his most admiring self all the way home. But Susan went to bed with\na baffled aching in her heart. This was not being engaged,--something\nwas wrong.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not see Peter on Friday; caught only a glimpse of him on\nSaturday, and on Sunday learned, from one of the newspapers, that \"Mr.\nPeter Coleman, who was to have a prominent part in the theatricals to\ntake place at Mrs. Newton Gerald's home next week, would probably\naccompany Mr. Forrest Gerald on a trip to the Orient in February, to be\ngone for some months.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan folded the paper, and sat staring blankly ahead of her for a long\ntime. Then she went to the telephone, and, half stunned by the violent\nbeating of her heart, called for the Baxter residence.\n\nBurns answered. Mr. Coleman had gone out about an hour ago with Mr.\nWhite. Burns did not know where. Mr. Coleman would be back for a seven\no'clock dinner. Certainly, Burns would ask him to telephone at once to\nMiss Brown.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nExcited, troubled, and yet not definitely apprehensive, Susan dressed\nherself very prettily, and went out into the clear, crisp sunshine. She\ndecided suddenly to go and see Georgie. She would come home early, hear\nfrom Peter, perhaps dine with him and his uncle and aunt. And, when she\nsaw him, she would tell him, in the jolliest and sweetest way, that he\nmust make his plans to have their engagement announced at once. Any\nother course was unfair to her, to him, to his friends.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIf Peter objected, Susan would assume an offended air. That would\nsubdue him instantly. Or, if it did not, they might quarrel, and Susan\nliked the definiteness of a quarrel. She must force this thing to a\nconclusion one way or the other now, her own dignity demanded it. As\nfor Peter, his own choice was as limited as hers. He must agree to the\nannouncement,--and after all, why shouldn't he agree to it?--or he must\ngive Susan up, once and for all. Susan smiled. He wouldn't do that!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a delightful day. The cars were filled with holiday-makers, and\nthrough the pleasant sunshine of the streets young parents were guiding\nwhite-coated toddlers, and beautifully dressed little girls were\nwheeling dolls.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan found Georgie moping alone in the big, dark, ugly house; Aggie\nwas out, and Dr. O'Connor and his mother were making their annual\npilgrimage to the grave of their husband and father. The cousins\nprepared supper together, in Aggie's exquisitely neat kitchen, not that\nthis was really necessary, but because the kitchen was so warm and\npleasant. The kettle was ticking on the back of the range, a scoured\nempty milk-pan awaited the milk-man. Susan contrasted her bright", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey fell to talking of marriage, Georgie's recent one, Susan's\napproaching one. The wife gave delicate hints, the wife-to-be revealed\nfar more of her secret soul than she had ever dreamed of revealing.\nGeorgie sat, idly clasping the hands on which the wedding-ring had\ngrown loose, Susan turned and reversed the wheels of a Dover egg-beater.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Marriage is such a mystery, before you're into it,\" Georgie said. \"But\nonce you're married, why, you feel as if you could attract any man in\nthe world. No more bashfulness, Sue, no more uncertainty. You treat men\nexactly as you would girls, and of course they like it!\"\n\nSusan pondered this going home. She thought she knew how to apply it to\nher attitude toward Peter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter had not telephoned. Susan, quietly determined to treat him, or\nattempt to treat him, with at least the frank protest she would have\nshown to another girl, telephoned to the Baxter house at once. Mr.\nColeman was not yet at home.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSome of her resolution crumbled. It was very hard to settle down, after\nsupper, to an evening of solitaire. In these quiet hours, Susan felt\nless confident of Peter's attitude when she announced her ultimatum;\nfelt that she must not jeopardize their friendship now, must run no\nrisks.\n\nShe had worked herself into a despondent and discouraged frame of mind\nwhen the telephone rang, at ten o'clock. It was Peter.\n\n\"Hello, Sue!\" said Peter gaily. \"I'm just in. Burns said that you\ntelephoned.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Burns said no more than the truth,\" said Susan. It was the old note of\nlevity, anything but natural to to-night's mood and the matter in hand.\nBut it was what Peter expected and liked. She heard him laugh with his\nusual gaiety.\n\n\"Yes, he's a truthful little soul. He takes after me. What was it?\"\n\nSusan made a wry mouth in the dark.\n\n\"Nothing at all,\" she said, \"I just telephoned--I thought we might go\nout somewhere together.\"\n\n\"GREAT HEAVEN, WE'RE ENGAGED!\" she reminded her sinking heart, fiercely.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, too bad! I was at the Gerald's, at one of those darn rehearsals.\"\n\nA silence.\n\n\"Oh, all right!\" said Susan. A writhing sickness of spirit threatened\nto engulf her, but her voice was quiet.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Sue,\" Peter said quickly in a lower tone, \"I couldn't very\nwell get out of it without having them all suspect. You can see that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan knew him so well! He had never had to do anything against his\nwill. He couldn't understand that his engagement entailed any\nobligations. He merely wanted always to be happy and popular, and have\neveryone else happy and popular, too.\n\n\"And what about this trip to Japan with Mr. Gerald?\" she asked.\n\nThere was another silence. Then Peter said, in an annoyed tone:\n\n\"Oh, Lord, that would probably be for a MONTH, or six weeks at the\noutside!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Susan tonelessly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've got Forrest here with me to-night,\" said Peter, apropos of\nnothing.\n\n\"Oh, then I won't keep you!\" Susan said.\n\n\"Well,\" he laughed, \"don't be so polite about it!--I'll see you\nto-morrow?\"\n\n\"Surely,\" Susan said. \"Good-night.\"\n\n\"Over the reservoir!\" he said, and she hung up her receiver.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not sleep that night. Excitement, anger, shame kept her wakeful\nand tossing, hour after hour. Susan's head ached, her face burned, her\nthoughts were in a mad whirl. What to do--what to do--what to do----!\nHow to get out of this tangle; where to go to begin again, away from\nthese people who knew her and loved her, and would drive her mad with\ntheir sympathy and curiosity!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe clock struck three--four--five. At five o'clock Susan, suddenly\nrealizing her own loneliness and loss, burst into bitter crying and\nafter that she slept.\n\nThe next day, from the office, she wrote to Peter Coleman:\n\n MY DEAR PETER:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nI am beginning to think that our little talk in the office a\n week ago was a mistake, and that you think so. I don't say\n anything of my own feelings; you know them. I want to ask\n you honestly to tell me of yours. Things cannot go on this\n way. Affectionately,\n SUSAN.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was on Monday. On Tuesday the papers recorded everywhere Mr. Peter\nColeman's remarkable success in Mrs. Newton Gerald's private\ntheatricals. On Wednesday Susan found a letter from him on her desk, in\nthe early afternoon, scribbled on the handsome stationery of his club.\n\n MY DEAR SUSAN:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nI shall always think that you are the bulliest girl I ever knew,\n and if you throw me down on that arrangement for our old\n age I shall certainly slap you on the wrist. But I know you\n will think better of it before you are forty-one! What you\n mean by \"things\" I don't know. I hope you're not calling ME\n a thing!\n\n Forrest is pulling my arm off. See you soon.\n Yours as ever,\n PETER.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe reading of it gave Susan a sensation of physical illness. She felt\nchilled and weak. How false and selfish and shallow it seemed; had\nPeter always been that? And what was she to do now, to-morrow and the\nnext day and the next? What was she to do this moment, indeed? She felt\nas if thundering agonies had trampled the very life out of her heart;\nyet somehow she must look up, somehow face the office, and the curious\neyes of the girls.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Love-letter, Sue?\" said Thorny, sauntering up with a bill in her hand.\n\"Valentine's Day, you know!\"\n\n\"No, darling; a bill,\" answered Susan, shutting it in a drawer.\n\nShe snapped up her light, opened her ledger, and dipped a pen in the\nink.\n\n\n\n\nPART TWO\n\nWealth\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe days that followed were so many separate agonies, composed of an\ninfinite number of lesser agonies, for Susan. Her only consolation,\nwhich weakened or strengthened with her moods, was that, inasmuch as\nthis state of affairs was unbearable she would not be expected to bear\nit. Something must happen. Or, if nothing happened, she would simply\ndisappear,--go on the stage, accept a position as a traveling governess\nor companion, run away to one of the big eastern cities where, under an", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHour after hour shame and hurt had their way with her. Susan had to\nface the office, to hide her heart from Thorny and the other girls, to\nbe reminded by the empty desk in Mr. Brauer's office, and by every\nglimpse she had of old Mr. Baxter, of the happy dreams she had once\ndreamed here in this same place.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was harder far at home. Mrs. Lancaster alternated between tender\nmoods, when she discussed the whole matter mournfully from beginning to\nend, and moods of violent rebellion, when everyone but Susan was blamed\nfor the bitter disappointment of all their hopes. Mary Lou compared\nPeter to Ferd Eastman, to Peter's disadvantage. Virginia recommended\nquiet, patient endurance of whatever might be the will of Providence.\nSusan hardly knew which attitude humiliated and distressed her most.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAll her thoughts led her into bitterness now, and she could be\ndistracted only for a brief moment or two from the memories that\npressed so close about her heart. Ah, if she only had a little money,\nenough to make possible her running away, or a profession into which\nshe could plunge, and in which she could distinguish herself, or a\ngreat talent, or a father who would stand by her and take care of\nher----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd the bright head would go down on her hands, and the tears have\ntheir way.\n\n\"Headache?\" Thorny would ask, full of sympathy.\n\n\"Oh, splitting!\" And Susan would openly dry her eyes, and manage to\nsmile.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes, in a softer mood, her busy brain straightened the whole\nmatter out. Peter, returning from Japan, would rush to her with a full\nexplanation. Of course he cared for her--he had never thought of\nanything else--of course he considered that they were engaged! And\nSusan, after keeping him in suspense for a period that even Auntie\nthought too long, would find herself talking to him, scolding,\nsoftening, finally laughing, and at last--and for the first time!--in\nhis arms.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOnly a lovers' quarrel; one heard of them continually. Something to\nlaugh about and to forget!\n\nShe took up the old feminine occupation of watching the post, weak with\nsudden hope when Mary Lou called up to her, \"Letter for you on the\nmantel, Sue!\" and sick with disappointment over and over again. Peter\ndid not write.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOutwardly the girl went her usual round, perhaps a little thinner and\nwith less laughter, but not noticeably changed. She basted cuffs into\nher office suit, and cleaned it with benzine, caught up her lunch and\numbrella and ran for her car. She lunched and gossiped with Thorny and\nthe others, walked uptown at noon to pay a gas-bill, took Virginia to\nthe Park on Sundays to hear the music, or visited the Carrolls in\nSausalito.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut inwardly her thoughts were like whirling web. And in its very\ncenter was Peter Coleman. Everything that Susan did began and ended\nwith the thought of him. She never entered the office without the hope\nthat a fat envelope, covered with his dashing scrawl, lay on the desk.\nShe never thought herself looking well without wishing that she might\nmeet Peter that day, or looking ill that she did not fear it. She\nanswered the telephone with a thrilling heart; it might be he! And she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbrowsed over the social columns of the Sunday papers, longing and\nfearing to find his name. All day long and far into the night, her\nbrain was busy with a reconciliation,--excuses, explanations,\nforgiveness. \"Perhaps to-day,\" she said in the foggy mornings.\n\"To-morrow,\" said her undaunted heart at night.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe hope was all that sustained her, and how bitterly it failed her at\ntimes only Susan knew. Before the world she kept a brave face, evading\ndiscussion of Peter when she could, quietly enduring it when Mrs.\nLancaster's wrath boiled over. But as the weeks went by, and the full\nwretchedness of the situation impressed itself upon her with quiet\nforce, she sank under an overwhelming sense of wrong and loss. Nothing\namazing was going to happen. She--who had seemed so free, so", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nindependent!--was really as fettered and as helpless as Virginia and\nMary Lou. Susan felt sometimes as if she should go mad with suppressed\nfeeling. She grew thin, dyspeptic, irritable, working hard, and finding\nher only relief in work, and reading in bed in the evening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe days slowly pushed her further and further from those happy times\nwhen she and Peter had been such good friends, had gone about so\njoyfully together. It was a shock to Susan to realize that she had not\nseen him nor heard from him for a month--for two months--for three.\nEmily Saunders was in the hospital for some serious operation, would be\nthere for weeks; Ella was abroad. Susan felt as if her little glimpse\nof their world and Peter's had been a curious dream.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly played a brother's part toward her now, always ready to take her\nabout with him when he was free, and quite the only person who could\nspur her to anything like her old vigorous interest in life. They went\nvery often to the Carrolls, and there, in the shabby old sitting-room,\nSusan felt happier than she did anywhere else. Everybody loved her,\nloved to have her there, and although they knew, and she knew that they\nknew, that something had gone very wrong with her, nobody asked", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nquestions, and Susan felt herself safe and sheltered. There was a shout\nof joy when she came in with Phil and Jo from the ferryboat. \"Mother!\nhere's Sue!\" Betsey would follow the older girls upstairs to chatter\nwhile they washed their hands and brushed their hair, and, going down\nagain, Susan would get the motherly kiss that followed Jo's. Later,\nwhen the lamp was lit, while Betsey and Jim wrangled amicably over\ntheir game, and Philip and Jo toiled with piano and violin, Susan sat", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnext to Mrs. Carroll, and while they sewed, or between snatches of\nreading, they had long, and to the girl at least, memorable talks.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was all sweet and wholesome and happy. Susan used to wonder just\nwhat made this house different from all other houses, and why she liked\nto come here so much, to eat the simplest of meals, to wash dishes and\nbrush floors, to rise in the early morning and cross the bay before the\ntime she usually came downstairs at home. Of course, they loved her,\nthey laughed at her jokes, they wanted this thing repeated and that\nrepeated, they never said good-by to her without begging her to come", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nagain and thought no special occasion complete without her. That\naffected her, perhaps. Or perhaps the Carrolls were a little nicer than\nmost people; when Susan reached this point in her thoughts she never\nfailed to regret the loss of their money and position. If they had done\nthis in spite of poverty and obscurity, what MIGHTN'T they have done\nwith half a chance!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn one of the lamplight talks Peter was mentioned, in connection with\nthe patent window-washer, and Susan learned for the first time that he\nreally had been instrumental in selling the patent for Mrs. Carroll for\nthe astonishing sum of five hundred dollars!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I BEGGED him to tell me if that wasn't partly from the washer and\npartly from Peter Coleman,\" smiled Mrs. Carroll, \"and he gave me his\nword of honor that he had really sold it for that! So--there went my\ndoctor's bill, and a comfortable margin in the bank!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe admitted Susan into the secret of all her little economies; the\nroast that, cleverly alternated with one or two small meats, was served\nfrom Sunday until Saturday night, and no one any the worse! Susan began\nto watch the game that Mrs. Carroll made of her cooking; filling soups\nfor the night that the meat was short, no sweet when the garden\nsupplied a salad, or when Susan herself brought over a box of candy.\nShe grew to love the labor that lay behind the touch of the thin,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndarned linen, the windows that shone with soapsuds, the crisp snowy\nruffles of curtains and beds. She and Betts liked to keep the house\nvases filled with what they could find in the storm-battered garden,\nlifted the flattened chrysanthemums with reverent fingers, hunted out\nthe wet violets. Susan abandoned her old idea of the enviable life of a\nlonely orphan, and began to long for a sister, a tumble-headed brother,\nfor a mother above all. She loved to be included by the young Carrolls", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwhen they protested, \"Just ourselves, Mother, nobody but the family!\"\nand if Phil or Jimmy came to her when a coat-button was loose or a\nsleeve-lining needed a stitch, she was quite pathetically touched. She\nloved the constant happy noise and confusion in the house, Phil and\nBilly Oliver tussling in the stair-closet among the overshoes, Betts\ntrilling over her bed-making, Mrs. Carroll and Jim replanting primroses\nwith great calling and conference, and she and Josephine talking, as", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes, walking at Anna's side to the beach on Sunday, a certain\npeace and content crept into Susan's heart, and the deep ache lifted\nlike a curtain, and seemed to show a saner, wider, sweeter region\nbeyond. Sometimes, tramping the wet hills, her whole being thrilled to\nsome new note, Susan could think serenely of the future, could even be\nglad of all the past. It was as if Life, into whose cold, stern face\nshe had been staring wistfully, had softened to the glimmer of a smile,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWith the good salt air in their faces, and the gray March sky pressing\nclose above the silent circle of the hills about them, she and Anna\nwalked many a bracing, tiring mile. Now and then they turned and smiled\nat each other, both young faces brightening.\n\n\"Noisy, aren't we, Sue?\"\n\n\"Well, the others are making noise enough!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPoverty stopped them at every turn, these Carrolls. Susan saw it\nperhaps more clearly than they did. A hundred delightful and hospitable\nplans came into Mrs. Carroll's mind, only to be dismissed because of\nthe expense involved. She would have liked to entertain, to keep her\npretty daughters becomingly and richly dressed; she confided to Susan\nrather wistfully, that she was sorry not to be able to end the evenings\nwith little chafing-dish suppers; \"that sort of thing makes home so", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nattractive to growing boys.\" Susan knew what Anna's own personal\ngrievance was. \"These are the best years of my life,\" Anna said,\nbitterly, one night, \"and every cent of spending money I have is the\nfifty dollars a year the hospital pays. And even out of that they take\nbreakage, in the laboratory or the wards!\" Josephine made no secret of\nher detestation of their necessary economies.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Did you know I was asked to the Juniors this year?\" she said to Susan\none night.\n\n\"The Juniors! You weren't!\" Susan echoed incredulously. For the \"Junior\nCotillion\" was quite the most exclusive and desirable of the city's\nwinter dances for the younger set.\n\n\"Oh, yes, I was. Mrs. Wallace probably did it,\" Josephine assured her,\nsighing. \"They asked Anna last year,\" she said bitterly, \"and I suppose\nnext year they'll ask Betts, and then perhaps they'll stop.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, but Jo-why couldn't you go! When so many girls are just CRAZY to\nbe asked!\"\n\n\"Money,\" Josephine answered briefly.\n\n\"But not much!\" Susan lamented. The \"Juniors\" were not to be estimated\nin mere money.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Twenty-five for the ticket, and ten for the chaperone, and a gown, of\ncourse, and slippers and a wrap--Mother felt badly about it,\" Josephine\nsaid composedly. And suddenly she burst into tears, and threw herself\ndown on the bed. \"Don't let Mother hear, and don't think I'm an idiot!\"\nshe sobbed, as Susan came to kneel beside her and comfort her,\n\"but--but I hate so to drudge away day after day, when I know I could\nbe having GORGEOUS times, and making friends---!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBetts' troubles were more simple in that they were indefinite. Betts\nwanted to do everything, regardless of cost, suitability or season, and\nwas quite as cross over the fact that they could not go camping in the\nHumboldt woods in midwinter, as she was at having to give up her ideas\nof a new hat or a theater trip. And the boys never complained\nspecifically of poverty. Philip, won by deep plotting that he could not\nsee to settle down quietly at home after dinner, was the gayest and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbest of company, and Jim's only allusions to a golden future were made\nwhen he rubbed his affectionate little rough head against his mother,\npony-fashion, and promised her every luxury in the world as soon as he\n\"got started.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen Peter Coleman returned from the Orient, early in April, all the\nnewspapers chronicled the fact that a large number of intimate friends\nmet him at the dock. He was instantly swept into the social currents\nagain; dinners everywhere were given for Mr. Coleman, box-parties and\nhouse-parties followed one another, the club claimed him, and the\napproaching opening of the season found him giving special attention to\nhis yacht. Small wonder that Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's caught only", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\noccasional glimpses of him. Susan, somberly pursuing his name from\npaper to paper, felt that she was beginning to dislike him. She managed\nnever to catch his eye, when he was in Mr. Brauer's office, and took\ngreat pains not to meet him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHowever, in the lingering sweet twilight of a certain soft spring\nevening, when she had left the office, and was beginning the long walk\nhome, she heard sudden steps behind her, and turned to see Peter.\n\n\"Aren't you the little seven-leagued booter! Wait a minute, Susan!\nC'est moi! How are you?\"\n\n\"How do you do, Peter?\" Susan said pleasantly and evenly. She put her\nhand in the big gloved hand, and raised her eyes to the smiling eyes.\n\n\"What car are you making for?\" he asked, falling in step.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm walking,\" Susan said. \"Too nice to ride this evening.\"\n\n\"You're right,\" he said, laughing. \"I wish I hadn't a date, I'd like\nnothing better than to walk it, too! However, I can go a block or two.\"\n\nHe walked with her to Montgomery Street, and they talked of Japan and\nthe Carrolls and of Emily Saunders. Then Peter said he must catch a\nCalifornia Street car, and they shook hands again and parted.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt all seemed rather flat. Susan felt as if the little episode did not\nbelong in the stormy history of their friendship at all, or as if she\nwere long dead and were watching her earthly self from a distance with\nwise and weary eyes. What should she be feeling now? What would a\nstronger woman have done? Given him the cut direct, perhaps, or forced\nthe situation to a point when something dramatic--satisfying--must\nfollow.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I am weak,\" said Susan ashamedly to herself; \"I was afraid he would\nthink I cared,--would see that I cared!\" And she walked on busy with\nself-contemptuous and humiliated thoughts. She had made it easy for him\nto take advantage of her. She had assumed for his convenience that she\nhad suffered no more than he through their parting, and that all was\nagain serene and pleasant between them. After to-night's casual,\nfriendly conversation, no radical attitude would be possible on her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npart; he could congratulate himself that he still retained Susan's\nfriendship, and could be careful--she knew he would be careful!--never\nto go too far again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's estimate of Peter Coleman was no longer a particularly\nidealized one. But she had long ago come to the conclusion that his\nfaults were the faults of his type and his class, excusable and\nunderstandable now, and to be easily conquered when a great emotion\nshould sweep him once and for all away from the thought of himself. As\nhe was absorbed in the thought of his own comfort, so, she knew, he\ncould become absorbed in the thought of what was due his wife, the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwider viewpoint would quickly become second nature with him; young Mrs.\nPeter Coleman would be among the most indulged and carefully considered\nof women. He would be as anxious that the relationship between his wife\nand himself should be harmonious and happy, as he was now to feel when\nhe met her that he had no reason to avoid or to dread meeting Miss\nSusan Brown.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIf Susan would have preferred a little different attitude on his part,\nshe could find no fault with this one. She had for so many months\nthought of Peter as the personification of all that she desired in life\nthat she could not readily dismiss him as unworthy. Was he not still\nsweet and big and clean, rich and handsome and popular, socially\nprominent and suitable in age and faith and nationality?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had often heard her aunt and her aunt's friends remark that life\nwas more dramatic than any book, and that their own lives on the stage\nwould eclipse in sensational quality any play ever presented. But, for\nherself, life seemed deplorably, maddeningly undramatic. In any book,\nin any play, the situation between her and Peter must have been\nheightened to a definite crisis long before this. The mildest of little\ningenues, as she came across a dimly lighted stage, in demure white and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsilver, could have handled this situation far more skillfully than\nSusan did; the most youthful of heroines would have met Peter to some\npurpose,--while surrounded by other admirers at a dance, or while\ngalloping across a moor on her spirited pony.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhat would either of these ladies have done, she wondered, at meeting\nthe offender when he appeared particularly well-groomed, prosperous and\nhappy, while she herself was tired from a long office day, conscious of\nshabby gloves, of a shapeless winter hat? What could she do, except\nappear friendly and responsive? Susan consoled herself with the thought\nthat her only alternative, an icy repulse of his friendly advances,\nwould have either convinced him that she was too entirely common and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchildish to be worth another thought, or would have amused him hugely.\nShe could fancy him telling his friends of his experience of the cut\ndirect from a little girl in Front Office,--no names named--and hear\nhim saying that \"he loved it--he was crazy about it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You believe in the law of compensation, don't you, Aunt Jo?\" asked\nSusan, on a wonderful April afternoon, when she had gone straight from\nthe office to Sausalito. The two women were in the Carroll kitchen,\nSusan sitting at one end of the table, her thoughtful face propped in\nher hands, Mrs. Carroll busy making ginger cakes,--cutting out the flat\nlittle circles with an inverted wine-glass, transferring them to the\npans with the tip of her flat knife, rolling the smooth dough, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nspilling the hot cakes, as they came back from the oven, into a deep\ntin strainer to cool. Susan liked to watch her doing this, liked the\npretty precision of every movement, the brisk yet unhurried repetition\nof events, her strong clever hands, the absorbed expression of her\nface, her fine, broad figure hidden by a stiffly-starched gown of faded\nblue cotton and a stiff white apron.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBeyond the open window an exquisite day dropped to its close. It was\nthe time of fruit-blossoms and feathery acacia, languid, perfumed\nbreezes, lengthening twilights, opening roses and swaying plumes of\nlilac. Sausalito was like a little park, every garden ran over with\nsweetness and color, every walk was fringed with flowers, and hedged\nwith the new green of young trees and blossoming hedges. Susan felt a\ndelicious relaxation run through her blood; winter seemed really", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrouted; to-day for the first time one could confidently prophesy that\nthere would be summer presently, thin gowns and ocean bathing and\nsplendid moons.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, I believe in the law of compensation, to a great extent,\" the\nolder woman answered thoughtfully, \"or perhaps I should call it the law\nof solution. I truly believe that to every one of us on this earth is\ngiven the materials for a useful and a happy life; some people use them\nand some don't. But the chance is given alike.\"\n\n\"Useful, yes,\" Susan conceded, \"but usefulness isn't happiness.\"\n\n\"Isn't it? I really think it is.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Aunt Jo,\" the girl burst out impatiently, \"I don't mean for\nsaints! I dare say there ARE some girls who wouldn't mind being poor\nand shabby and lonesome and living in a boarding-house, and who would\nbe glad they weren't hump-backed, or blind, or Siberian prisoners! But\nyou CAN'T say you think that a girl in my position has had a fair start\nwith a girl who is just as young, and rich and pretty and clever, and\nhas a father and mother and everything else in the world! And if you do", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But wait a minute, Sue! What girl, for instance?\"\n\n\"Oh, thousands of girls!\" Susan said, vaguely. \"Emily Saunders, Alice\nChauncey---\"\n\n\"Emily Saunders! SUSAN! In the hospital for an operation every other\nmonth or two!\" Mrs. Carroll reminded her.\n\n\"Well, but---\" Susan said eagerly. \"She isn't really ill. She just\nlikes the excitement and having them fuss over her. She loves the\nhospital.\"\n\n\"Still, I wouldn't envy anyone whose home life wasn't preferable to the\nhospital, Sue.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, Emily is queer, Aunt Jo. But in her place I wouldn't necessarily\nbe queer.\"\n\n\"At the same time, considering her brother Kenneth's rather checkered\ncareer, and the fact that her big sister neglects and ignores her, and\nthat her health is really very delicate, I don't consider Emily a happy\nchoice for your argument, Sue.\"\n\n\"Well, there's Peggy Brock. She's a perfect beauty---\"\n\n\"She's a Wellington, Sue. You know that stock. How many of them are\nalready in institutions?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, but Aunt Jo!\" Susan said impatiently, \"there are dozens of girls\nin society whose health is good, and whose family ISN'T insane,--I\ndon't know why I chose those two! There are the Chickerings---\"\n\n\"Whose father took his own life, Sue.\"\n\n\"Well, they couldn't help THAT. They're lovely girls. It was some money\ntrouble, it wasn't insanity or drink.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But think a moment, Sue. Wouldn't it haunt you for a long, long time,\nif you felt that your own father, coming home to that gorgeous house\nnight after night, had been slowly driven to the taking of his own\nlife?\"\n\nSusan looked thoughtful.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I never thought of that,\" she admitted. Presently she added brightly,\n\"There are the Ward girls, Aunt Jo, and Isabel Wallace. You couldn't\nfind three prettier or richer or nicer girls! Say what you will,\" Susan\nreturned undauntedly to her first argument, \"life IS easier for those\ngirls than for the rest of us!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I want to call your attention to those three,\" Mrs. Carroll\nsaid, after a moment. \"Both Mr. Wallace and Mr. Ward made their own\nmoney, started in with nothing and built up their own fortunes. Phil\nmay do that, or Billy may do that--we can't tell. Mrs. Ward and Mrs.\nWallace are both nice, simple women, not spoiled yet by money, not\ninflated on the subject of family and position, bringing up their\nfamilies as they were brought up. I don't know Mrs. Ward personally,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbut Mrs. Wallace came from my own town, and she likes to remember the\ntime when her husband was only a mining engineer, and she did her own\nwork. You may not see it, Sue, but there's a great difference there.\nSuch people are happy and useful, and they hand happiness on. Peter\nColeman's another, he's so exceptionally nice because he's only one\ngeneration removed from working people. If Isabel Wallace,--and she's\nvery young; life may be unhappy enough for her yet, poor", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchild!--marries a man like her father, well and good. But if she\nmarries a man like--well, say Kenneth Saunders or young Gerald, she\nsimply enters into the ranks of the idle and useless and unhappy,\nthat's all.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She's beautiful, and she's smart too,\" Susan pursued, disconsolately,\n\"Emily and I lunched there one day and she was simply sweet to the\nmaids, and to her mother. And German! I wish you could hear her. She\nmay not be of any very remarkable family but she certainly is an\nexceptional girl!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Exceptional, just because she ISN'T descended from some dead, old,\nuseless stock,\" amended Mrs. Carroll. \"There is red blood in her veins,\nambition and effort and self-denial, all handed down to her. But marry\nthat pampered little girl to some young millionaire, Sue, and what will\nher children inherit? And what will theirs, in time?--Peel these, will\nyou?\" went on Mrs. Carroll, interrupting her work to put a bowl of\napples in Susan's hands. \"No,\" she went on presently, \"I married a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I never knew it was as much as that!\" Susan said impressed.\n\n\"Yes,\" Mrs. Carroll laughed wholesomely at some memory. \"Yes; I began\nmy married life in the very handsomest home in our little town with the\nprettiest presents and the most elaborate wardrobe--the papers were\nfull of Miss Josie van Trent's extravagances. I had four house\nservants, and when Anna came everybody in town knew that her little\nlayette had come all the way from Paris!\"\n\n\"But,--good heavens, what happened?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing, for awhile. Mr. Carroll, who was very young, had inherited a\nhalf-interest in what was then the biggest shoe-factory in that part of\nthe world. My father was his partner. Philip--dear me! it seems like a\nlifetime ago!--came to visit us, and I came home from an Eastern\nfinishing school. Sue, those were silly, happy, heavenly days! Well! we\nwere married, as I said. Little Phil came, Anna came. Still we went on\nspending money. Phil and I took the children to Paris,--Italy. Then my", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfather died, and things began to go badly at the works. Phil discharged\nhis foreman, borrowed money to tide over a bad winter, and said that he\nwould be his own superintendent. Of course he knew nothing about it. We\nborrowed more money. Jo was the baby then, and I remember one ugly\nepisode was that the workmen, who wanted more money, accused Phil of\ngetting his children's clothes abroad because his wife didn't think\nAmerican things were good enough for them.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"YOU!\" Susan said, incredulously.\n\n\"It doesn't sound like me now, does it? Well; Phil put another foreman\nin, and he was a bad man--in league with some rival factory, in fact.\nMoney was lost that way, contracts broken---\"\n\n\"BEAST!\" said Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Wicked enough,\" the other woman conceded, \"but not at all an uncommon\nthing, Sue, where people don't know their own business. So we borrowed\nmore money, borrowed enough for a last, desperate fight, and lost it.\nThe day that Jim was three years old, we signed the business away to\nthe other people, and Phil took a position under them, in his own\nfactory.\"\n\n\"Oo-oo!\" Susan winced.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, it was hard. I did what I could for my poor old boy, but it was\nvery hard. We lived very quietly; I had begun to come to my senses\nthen; we had but one maid. But, even then, Sue, Philip wasn't capable\nof holding a job of that sort. How could he manage what he didn't\nunderstand? Poor Phil---\" Mrs. Carroll's bright eyes brimmed with\ntears, and her mouth quivered. \"However, we had some happy times\ntogether with the babies,\" she said cheerfully, \"and when he went away", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfrom us, four years later, with his better salary we were just\nbeginning to see our way clear. So that left me, with my five, Sue,\nwithout a cent in the world. An old cousin of my father owned this\nhouse, and she wrote that she would give us all a home, and out we\ncame,--Aunt Betty's little income was barely enough for her, so I sold\nbooks and taught music and French, and finally taught in a little\nschool, and put up preserves for people, and packed their houses up for\nthe winter---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How did you DO it!\"\n\n\"Sue, I don't know! Anna stood by me,--my darling!\" The last two words\ncame in a passionate undertone. \"But of course there were bad times.\nSometimes we lived on porridges and milk for days, and many a night\nAnna and Phil and I have gone out, after dark, to hunt for dead\nbranches in the woods for my kitchen stove!\" And Mrs. Carroll,\nunexpectedly stirred by the pitiful memory, broke suddenly into tears,\nthe more terrible to Susan because she had never seen her falter before.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was only for a moment. Then Mrs. Carroll dried her eyes and said\ncheerfully:\n\n\"Well, those times only make these seem brighter! Anna is well started\nnow, we've paid off the last of the mortgage, Phil is more of a comfort\nthan he's ever been--no mother could ask a better boy!--and Jo is\nbeginning to take a real interest in her work. So everything is coming\nout better than even my prayers.\"\n\n\"Still,\" smiled Susan, \"lots of people have things comfortable, WITHOUT\nsuch a terrible struggle!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And lots of people haven't five fine children, Sue, and a home in a\nbig garden. And lots of mothers don't have the joy and the comfort and\nthe intimacy with their children in a year that I have every day. No,\nI'm only too happy now, Sue. I don't ask anything better than this. And\nif, in time, they go to homes of their own, and we have some more\nbabies in the family--it's all LIVING, Sue, it's being a part of the\nworld!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Carroll carried away her cakes to the big stone jar in the pantry.\nSusan, pensively nibbling a peeled slice of apple, had a question ready\nfor her when she came back.\n\n\"But suppose you're one of those persons who get into a groove, and\nsimply can't live? I want to work, and do heroic things, and grow to BE\nsomething, and how can I? Unless---\" her color rose, but her glance did\nnot fall, \"unless somebody marries me, of course.\"\n\n\"Choose what you want to do, Sue, and do it. That's all.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, that SOUNDS simple! But I don't want to do any of the things you\nmean. I want to work into an interesting life, somehow. I'll--I'll\nnever marry,\" said Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You won't? Well; of course that makes it easier, because you can go\ninto your work with heart and soul. But perhaps you'll change your\nmind, Sue. I hope you will, just as I hope all the girls will marry.\nI'm not sure,\" said Mrs. Carroll, suddenly smiling, \"but what the very\nquickest way for a woman to marry off her girls is to put them into\nbusiness. In the first place, a man who wants them has to be in\nearnest, and in the second, they meet the very men whose interests are", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe same as theirs. So don't be too sure you won't. However, I'm not\nlaughing at you, Sue. I think you ought to seriously select some work\nfor yourself, unless of course you are quite satisfied where you are.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm not,\" said Susan. \"I'll never get more than forty where I am. And\nmore than that, Thorny heard that Front Office is going to be closed up\nany day.\"\n\n\"But you could get another position, dear.\"\n\n\"Well, I don't know. You see, it's a special sort of bookkeeping. It\nwouldn't help any of us much elsewhere.\"\n\n\"True. And what would you like best to do, Sue?\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes I think the stage. Or something with lots\nof traveling in it.\" Susan laughed, a little ashamed of her vagueness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why not take a magazine agency, then? There's a lot of money---\"\n\n\"Oh, no!\" Susan shuddered. \"You're joking!\"\n\n\"Indeed I'm not. You're just the sort of person who would make a fine\nliving selling things. The stage--I don't know. But if you really mean\nit, I don't see why you shouldn't get a little start somewhere.\"\n\n\"Aunt Jo, they say that Broadway in New York is simply LINED with girls\ntrying---\"\n\n\"New York! Well, very likely. But you try here. Go to the manager of\nthe Alcazar, recite for him---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He wouldn't let me,\" Susan asserted, \"and besides, I don't really know\nanything.\"\n\n\"Well, learn something. Ask him, when next some manager wants to make\nup a little road company---\"\n\n\"A road company! Two nights in Stockton, two nights in\nMarysville--horrors!\" said Susan.\n\n\"But that wouldn't be for long, Sue. Perhaps two years. Then five or\nsix years in stock somewhere---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Aunt Jo, I'd be past thirty!\" Susan laughed and charmingly.\n\"I--honestly, I couldn't give up my whole life for ten years on the\nchance of making a hit,\" she confessed.\n\n\"Well, but what then, Sue?\"\n\n\"Now, I'll tell you what I've often wanted to do,\" Susan said, after a\nthoughtful interval.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, now we're coming to it!\" Mrs. Carroll said, with satisfaction.\nThey had left the kitchen now, and were sitting on the top step of the\nside porch, reveling in the lovely panorama of hillside and waterfront,\nand the smooth and shining stretch of bay below them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've often thought I'd like to be the matron of some very smart school\nfor girls,\" said Susan, \"and live either in or near some big Eastern\ncity, and take the girls to concerts and lectures and walking in the\nparks, and have a lovely room full of books and pictures, where they\nwould come and tell me things, and go to Europe now and then for a\nvacation!\"\n\n\"That would be a lovely life, Sue. Why not work for that?\"\n\n\"Why, I don't know how. I don't know of any such school.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, now let us suppose the head of such a school wants a matron,\"\nMrs. Carroll said, \"she naturally looks for a lady and a linguist, and\na person of experience---\"\n\n\"There you are! I've had no experience!\" Susan said, instantly\ndepressed. \"I could rub up on French and German, and read up the\ntreatment for toothache and burns--but experience!\"\n\n\"But see how things work together, Sue!\" Mrs. Carroll exclaimed, with a\nsuddenly bright face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here's Miss Berrat, who has the little school over here, simply CRAZY\nto find someone to help her out. She has eight--or nine, I forget--day\nscholars, and four or five boarders. And such a dear little cottage!\nMiss Pitcher is leaving her, to go to Miss North's school in Berkeley,\nand she wants someone at once!\"\n\n\"But, Aunt Jo, what does she pay?\"\n\n\"Let me see---\" Mrs. Carroll wrinkled a thoughtful brow. \"Not much, I\nknow. You live at the school, of course. Five or ten dollars a month, I\nthink.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I COULDN'T live on that!\" Susan exclaimed.\n\n\"You'd be near us, Sue, for one thing. And you'd have a nice bright\nsunny room. And Miss Berrat would help you with your French and German.\nIt would be a good beginning.\"\n\n\"But I simply COULDN'T--\" Susan stopped short. \"Would you advise it,\nAunt Jo?\" she asked simply.\n\nMrs. Carroll studied the bright face soberly for a moment.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, I'd advise it, Sue,\" she said then gravely. \"I don't think that\nthe atmosphere where you are is the best in the world for you just now.\nIt would be a fine change. It would be good for those worries of yours.\"\n\n\"Then I'll do it!\" Susan said suddenly, the unexplained tears springing\nto her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think I would. I'll go and see Miss Berrat next week,\" Mrs. Carroll\nsaid. \"There's the boat making the slip, Sue,\" she added, \"let's get\nthe table set out here on the porch while they're climbing the hill!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nUp the hill came Philip and Josephine, just home from the city,\nescorted by Betsey and Jim who had met them at the boat. Susan received\na strangling welcome from Betts, and Josephine, who looked a little\npale and tired after this first enervating, warm spring day, really\nbrightened perceptibly when she went upstairs with Susan to slip into a\ndress that was comfortably low-necked and short-sleeved.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently they all gathered on the porch for dinner, with the sweet\ntwilighted garden just below them and anchor lights beginning to prick,\none by one, through the soft dusky gloom of the bay.\n\n\"Well, 'mid pleasures and palaces---\" Philip smiled at his mother.\n\n\"Charades to-night!\" shrilled Betts, from the kitchen where she was\ndrying lettuce.\n\n\"Oh, but a walk first!\" Susan protested. For their aimless strolls\nthrough the dark, flower-scented lanes were a delight to her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And Billy's coming over to-morrow to walk to Gioli's,\" Josephine added\ncontentedly.\n\nThat evening and the next day Susan always remembered as terminating a\ncertain phase of her life, although for perhaps a week the days went on\njust as usual. But one morning she found confusion reigning, when she\narrived at Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's. Front Office was to be\nimmediately abolished, its work was over, its staff already dispersing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWorkmen, when she arrived, were moving out cases and chairs, and Mr.\nBrauer, eagerly falling upon her, begged her to clean out her desk, and\nto help him assort the papers in some of the other desks and cabinets.\nSusan, filled with pleasant excitement, pinned on her paper cuffs, and\nput her heart and soul into the work. No bills this morning! The\noffice-boy did not even bring them up.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now, here's a soap order that must have been specially priced,\" said\nSusan, at her own desk, \"I couldn't make anything of it yesterday---\"\n\n\"Let it go--let it go!\" Mr. Brauer said. \"It iss all ofer!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs the other girls came in they were pressed into service, papers and\npapers and papers, the drift of years, were tossed out of drawers and\ncubby-holes. Much excited laughter and chatter went on. Probably not\none girl among them felt anything but pleasure and relief at the\nunexpected holiday, and a sense of utter confidence in the future.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMr. Philip, fussily entering the disordered room at ten o'clock,\nannounced his regret at the suddenness of the change; the young ladies\nwould be paid their salaries for the uncompleted month--a murmur of\nsatisfaction arose--and, in short, the firm hoped that their\nassociation had been as pleasant to them as it had been to his partners\nand himself.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They had a directors' meeting on Saturday,\" Thorny said, later, \"and\nif you ask me my frank opinion, I think Henry Brauer is at the bottom\nof all this. What do you know about his having been at that meeting on\nSaturday, and his going to have the office right next to J. G.'s--isn't\nthat the extension of the limit? He's as good as in the firm now.\"\n\n\"I've always said that he knew something that made it very well worth\nwhile for this firm to keep his mouth shut,\" said Miss Cashell, darkly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll bet you there's something in that,\" Miss Cottle agreed.\n\n\"H. B. & H. is losing money hand over fist,\" Thorny stated, gloomily,\nwith that intimate knowledge of an employer's affairs always displayed\nby an obscure clerk.\n\n\"Brauer asked me if I would like to go into the big office, but I don't\nbelieve I could do the work,\" Susan said.\n\n\"Yes; I'm going into the main office, too,\" Thorny stated. \"Don't you\nbe afraid, Susan. It's as easy as pie.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mr. Brauer said I could try it,\" Miss Sherman shyly contributed. But\nno other girl had been thus complimented. Miss Kelly and Miss Garvey,\nboth engaged to be married now, Miss Kelly to Miss Garvey's brother,\nMiss Garvey to Miss Kelly's cousin, were rather congratulating\nthemselves upon the turn of events; the other girls speculated as to\nthe wisest step to take next, some talking vaguely of post-office or\nhospital work; Miss Cashell, as Miss Thornton later said to Susan,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhopelessly proving herself no lady by announcing that she could get\nbetter money as a coat model, and meant to get into that line of work\nif she could.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Are we going to have lunch to-day?\" somebody asked. Miss Thornton\nthoughtfully drew a piece of paper toward her, and wet her pencil in\nher mouth.\n\n\"Best thing we can do, I guess,\" she said.\n\n\"Let's put ten cents each in,\" Susan suggested, \"and make it a real\nparty.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThorny accordingly expanded her list to include sausages and a pie,\ncheese and rolls, besides the usual tea and stewed tomatoes. The girls\nate the little meal with their hats and wraps on, a sense of change\nfilled the air, and they were all a little pensive, even with an\nunexpected half-holiday before them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen came good-bys. The girls separated with many affectionate\npromises. All but the selected three were not to return. Susan and Miss\nSherman and Thorny would come back to find their desks waiting for them\nin the main office next day.\n\nSusan walked thoughtfully uptown, and when she got home, wrote a formal\napplication for the position open in her school to little Miss Berrat\nin Sausalito.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a delightful, sunshiny afternoon. Mary Lou, Mrs. Lancaster and\nVirginia were making a mournful trip to the great institution for the\nblind in Berkeley, where Virginia's physician wanted to place her for\nspecial watching and treatment. Susan found two or three empty hours on\nher hands, and started out for a round of calls.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe called on her aunt's old friends, the Langs, and upon the bony,\ncold Throckmorton sisters, rich, nervous, maiden ladies, shivering\nthemselves slowly to death in their barn of a house, and finally, and\nunexpectedly, upon Mrs. Baxter.\n\nSusan had planned a call on Georgie, to finish the afternoon, for her\ncousin, slowly dragging her way up the last of the long road that ends\nin motherhood, was really in need of cheering society.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the Throckmorton house chanced to be directly opposite the old\nBaxter mansion, and Susan, seeing Peter's home, suddenly decided to\nspend a few moments with the old lady.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter all, why should she not call? She had had no open break with\nPeter, and on every occasion his aunt had begged her to take pity on an\nold woman's loneliness. Susan was always longing, in her secret heart,\nfor that accident that should reopen the old friendship; knowing Peter,\nshe knew that the merest chance would suddenly bring him to her side\nagain; his whole life was spent in following the inclination of the\nmoment. And today, in her pretty new hat and spring suit, she was\nlooking her best.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPeter would not be at home, of course. But his aunt would tell him that\nthat pretty, happy Miss Brown was here, and that she was going to leave\nHunter, Baxter & Hunter's for something not specified. And then Peter,\nrealizing that Susan had entirely risen above any foolish old memory----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan crossed the street and rang the bell. When the butler told her,\nwith an impassive face, that he would find out if Mrs. Baxter were in,\nSusan hoped, in a panic, that she was not. The big, gloomy, handsome\nhall rather awed her. She watched Burns's retreating back fearfully,\nhoping that Mrs. Baxter really was out, or that Burns would be\ninstructed to say so.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut he came back, expressionless, placid, noiseless of step, to say in\na hushed, confidential tone that Mrs. Baxter would be down in a moment.\nHe lighted the reception room brilliantly for Susan, and retired\ndecorously. Susan sat nervously on the edge of a chair. Suddenly her\ncall seemed a very bold and intrusive thing to do, even an indelicate\nthing, everything considered. Suppose Peter should come in; what could\nhe think but that she was clinging to the association with which he had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhat if she got up and went silently, swiftly out? Burns was not in\nsight, the great hall was empty. She had really nothing to say to Mrs.\nBaxter, and she could assume that she had misunderstood his message if\nthe butler followed her----\n\nMrs. Baxter, a little figure in rustling silk, came quickly down the\nstairway. Susan met her in the doorway of the reception room, with a\nsmile.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How do you do, how do you do?\" Mrs. Baxter said nervously. She did not\nsit down, but stood close to Susan, peering up at her shortsightedly,\nand crumpling the card she held in her hand. \"It's about the office,\nisn't it?\" she said quickly. \"Yes, I see. Mr. Baxter told me that it\nwas to be closed. I'm sorry, but I never interfere in those\nthings,--never. I really don't know ANYTHING about it! I'm sorry. But\nit would hardly be my place to interfere in business, when I don't know", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nanything about it, would it? Mr. Baxter always prides himself on the\nfact that I don't interfere. So I don't really see what I could do.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA wave of some supreme emotion, not all anger, nor all contempt, nor\nall shame, but a composite of the three, rose in Susan's heart. She had\nnot come to ask a favor of this more fortunate woman, but--the thought\nflashed through her mind--suppose she had? She looked down at the\nlittle silk-dressed figure, the blinking eyes, the veiny little hand,\nand the small mouth, that, after sixty years, was composed of nothing\nbut conservative and close-shut lines. Pity won the day over her hurt", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I didn't come about Front Office, Mrs. Baxter! I just happened to\nbe in the neighborhood---\" Two burning spots came into the older\nwoman's face, not of shame, but of anger that she had misunderstood,\nhad placed herself for an instant at a disadvantage.\n\n\"Oh,\" she said vaguely. \"Won't you sit down? Peter---\" she paused.\n\n\"Peter is in Santa Barbara, isn't he?\" asked Susan, who knew he was not.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I declare I don't know where he is half the time,\" Mrs. Baxter said,\nwith her little, cracked laugh. They both sat down. \"He has SUCH a good\ntime!\" pursued his aunt, complacently.\n\n\"Doesn't he?\" Susan said pleasantly.\n\n\"Only I tell the girls they mustn't take Peter too seriously,\" cackled\nthe sweet, old voice. \"Dreadful boy!\"\n\n\"I think they understand him.\" Susan looked at her hostess\nsolicitously. \"You look well,\" she said resolutely. \"No more neuritis,\nMrs. Baxter?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Baxter was instantly diverted. She told Susan of her new\ntreatment, her new doctor, the devotion of her old maid; Emma, the\nservant of her early married life, was her close companion now, and\nalthough Mrs. Baxter always thought of her as a servant, Emma was\nreally the one intimate friend she had.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan remained a brief quarter of an hour, chatting easily, but burning\nwith inward shame. Never, never, never in her life would she pay\nanother call like this one! Tea was not suggested, and when the girl\nsaid good-by, Mrs. Baxter did not leave the reception room. But just as\nBurns opened the street-door for her Susan saw a beautiful little coupe\nstop at the curb, and Miss Ella Saunders, beautifully gowned, got out\nof it and came up the steps with a slowness that became her enormous\nsize.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, Susan Brown!\" said Miss Saunders, imprisoning Susan's hand\nbetween two snowy gloves. \"Where've you been?\"\n\n\"Where've YOU been?\" Susan laughed. \"Italy and Russia and Holland!\"\n\n\"Don't be an utter little hypocrite, child, and try to make talk with a\nwoman of my years I I've been home two weeks, anyway.\"\n\n\"Emily home?\"\n\nMiss Saunders nodded slowly, bit her lip, and stared at Susan in a\nrather mystifying and very pronounced way.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Emily is home, indeed,\" she said absently. Then abruptly she added:\n\"Can you lunch with me to-morrow--no, Wednesday--at the Town and\nCountry, infant?\"\n\n\"Why, I'd love to!\" Susan answered, dimpling.\n\n\"Well; at one? Then we can talk. Tell me,\" Miss Saunders lowered her\nvoice, \"is Mrs. Baxter in? Oh, damn!\" she added cheerfully, as Susan\nnodded. Susan glanced back, before the door closed, and saw her meet\nthe old lady in the hall and give her an impulsive kiss.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe little Town and Country Club, occupying two charmingly-furnished,\ncrowded floors of what had once been a small apartment house on Post\nStreet, next door to the old library, was a small but remarkable\ninstitution, whose members were the wealthiest and most prominent women\nof the fashionable colonies of Burlingame and San Mateo, Ross Valley\nand San Rafael. Presumably only the simplest and least formal of\nassociations, it was really the most important of all the city's social", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ninstitutions, and no woman was many weeks in San Francisco society\nwithout realizing that the various country clubs, and the Junior\nCotillions were as dust and ashes, and that her chances of achieving a\ncard to the Browning dances were very slim if she could not somehow\npush her name at least as far as the waiting list of the Town and\nCountry Club.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe members pretended, to a woman, to be entirely unconscious of their\nsocial altitude. They couldn't understand how such ideas ever got\nabout, it was \"delicious\"; it was \"too absurd!\" Why, the club was just\nthe quietest place in the world, a place where a woman could run in to\nbrush her hair and wash her hands, and change her library book, and\nhave a cup of tea. A few of them had formed it years ago, just half a\ndozen of them, at a luncheon; it was like a little family circle, one", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nknew everybody there, and one felt at home there. But, as for being\nexclusive and conservative, that was all nonsense! And besides, what\ndid other women see in it to make them want to come in! Let them form\nanother club, exactly like it, wouldn't that be the wiser thing?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOther women, thus advised and reassured, smiled, instead of gnashing\ntheir teeth, and said gallantly that after all they themselves were too\nbusy to join any club just now, merely happened to speak of the Town\nand Country. And after that they said hateful and lofty and insulting\nthings about the club whenever they found listeners.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the Town and Country Club flourished on unconcernedly, buzzing six\ndays a week with well-dressed women, echoing to Christian names and\nintimate chatter, sheltering the smartest of pigskin suitcases and\ngold-headed umbrellas and rustling raincoats in its tiny closets,\nresisting the constant demand of the younger element for modern club\nconveniences and more room.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo; the old members clung to its very inconveniences, to the gas-lights\nover the dressing-tables, and the narrow halls, and the view of ugly\nroofs and buildings from its back windows. They liked to see the\nnotices written in the secretary's angular hand and pinned on the\nlibrary door with a white-headed pin. The catalogue numbers of books\nwere written by hand, too--the ink blurred into the shiny linen bands.\nAt tea-time a little maid quite openly cut and buttered bread in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncorner of the dining-room; it was permissible to call gaily, \"More\nbread here, Rosie! I'm afraid we're a very hungry crowd to-day!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan enormously enjoyed the club; she had been there more than once\nwith Miss Saunders, and found her way without trouble to-day to a big\nchair in a window arch, where she could enjoy the passing show without\nbeing herself conspicuous. A constant little stream of women came and\nwent, handsome, awkward school-girls, in town for the dentist or to be\nfitted to shoes, or for the matinee; debutantes, in their exquisite\nlinens and summer silks, all joyous chatter and laughter; and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nplainly-gowned, well-groomed, middle-aged women, escorting or\nchaperoning, and pausing here for greetings and the interchange of news.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Saunders, magnificent, handsome, wonderfully gowned, was\nsurrounded by friends the moment she came majestically upstairs. Susan\nthought her very attractive, with her ready flow of conversation, her\nfamiliar, big-sisterly attitude with the young girls, her positiveness\nwhen there was the slightest excuse for her advice or opinions being\nexpressed. She had a rich, full voice, and a drawling speech. She had\nto decline ten pressing invitations in as many minutes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ella, why can't you come home with me this afternoon?--I'm not\nspeaking to you, Ella Saunders, you've not been near us since you got\nback!--Mama's so anxious to see you, Miss Ella!--Listen, Ella, you've\ngot to go with us to Tahoe; Perry will have a fit if you don't!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mama's not well, and the kid is just home,\" Miss Saunders told them\nall good-naturedly, in excuse. She carried Susan off to the lunch-room,\nannouncing herself to be starving, and ordered a lavish luncheon. Ella\nSaunders really liked this pretty, jolly, little book-keeper from\nHunter, Baxter & Hunter's. Susan amused her, and she liked still better\nthe evidence that she amused Susan. Her indifferent, not to say\nirreverent, air toward the sacred traditions and institutions of her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But this is a business matter,\" said Miss Saunders, when they had\nreached the salad, \"and here we are talking! Mama and Baby and I have\ntalked this thing all over, Susan,\" she added casually, \"and we want to\nknow what you'd think of coming to live with us?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan fixed her eyes upon her as one astounded, not a muscle of her\nface moved. She never was quite natural with Ella; above the sudden\nrush of elation and excitement came the quick intuition that Ella would\nlike a sensational reception of her offer. Her look expressed the\nstunned amazement of one who cannot credit her ears. Ella's laugh\nshowed an amused pleasure.\n\n\"Don't look so aghast, child. You don't have to do it!\" she said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAgain Susan did the dramatic and acceptable thing, typical of what she\nmust give the Saunders throughout their relationship. Instead of the\nnatural \"What on earth are you talking about?\" she said slowly,\ndazedly, her bewildered eyes on Ella's face:\n\n\"You're joking---\"\n\n\"Joking! You'll find the Saunders family no joke, I can promise you\nthat!\" Ella said, humorously. And again Susan laughed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, but you see Emily's come home from Fowler's a perfect nervous\nwreck,\" explained Miss Ella, \"and; she can't be left alone for\nawhile,--partly because her heart's not good, partly because she gets\nblue, and partly because, if she hasn't anyone to drive and walk and\nplay tennis with, and so on, she simply mopes from morning until night.\nShe hates Mama's nurse; Mama needs Miss Baker herself anyway, and we've\nbeen wondering and wondering how we could get hold of the right person", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nto fill the bill. You'd have a pretty easy time in one way, of course,\nand do everything the Kid does, and I'll stand right behind you. But\ndon't think it's any snap!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Snap!\" echoed Susan, starry-eyed, crimson-cheeked. \"---But you don't\nmean that you want ME?\"\n\n\"I wish you could have seen her; she turned quite pale,\" Miss Saunders\ntold her mother and sister later. \"Really, she was overcome. She said\nshe'd speak to her aunt to-night; I don't imagine there'll be any\ntrouble. She's a nice child. I don't see the use of delay, so I said\nMonday.\"\n\n\"You were a sweet to think of it,\" Emily said, gratefully, from the\ndowny wide couch where she was spending the evening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not at all, Kid,\" Ella answered politely. She yawned, and stared at\nthe alabaster globe of the lamp above Emily's head. A silence fell. The\ntwo sisters never had much to talk about, and Mrs. Saunders, dutifully\nsitting with the invalid, was heavy from dinner, and nearly asleep.\nElla yawned again.\n\n\"Want some chocolates?\" she finally asked.\n\n\"Oh, thank you, Ella!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll send Fannie in with 'em!\" Miss Ella stood up, bent her head to\nstudy at close range an engraving on the wall, loitered off to her own\nroom. She was rarely at home in the evening and did not know quite what\nto do with herself.\n\nSusan, meanwhile, walked upon air. She tasted complete happiness for\nalmost the first time in her life; awakened in the morning to blissful\nreality, instead of the old dreary round, and went to sleep at night\nsmiling at her own happy thoughts. It was all like a pleasant dream!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe resigned from her new position at Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's exactly\nas she resigned in imagination a hundred times. No more drudgery over\nbills, no more mornings spent in icy, wet shoes, and afternoons heavy\nwith headache. Susan was almost too excited to thank Mr. Brauer for his\ncompliments and regrets.\n\nParting with Thorny was harder; Susan and she had been through many a\nhard hour together, had shared a thousand likes and dislikes, had loved\nand quarreled and been reconciled.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're doing an awfully foolish thing, Susan. You'll wish you were\nback here inside of a month,\" Thorny prophesied when the last moment\ncame. \"Aw, don't you do it, Susan!\" she pleaded, with a little real\nemotion. \"Come on into Main Office, and sit next to me. We'll have\nloads of sport.\"\n\n\"Oh, I've promised!\" Susan held out her hand. \"Don't forget me!\" she\nsaid, trying to laugh. Miss Thornton's handsome eyes glistened with\ntears. With a sudden little impulse they kissed each other for the\nfirst time.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen Susan, a full hour before closing, went down from the lunch-room,\nand past all the familiar offices; the sadness of change tugging at her\nheart-strings. She had been here a long time, she had smelled this same\nodor of scorching rubber, and oils and powders through so many slow\nafternoons, in gay moods and sad, in moods of rebellion and distaste.\nShe left a part of her girlhood here. The cashier, to whom she went for\nher check, was all kindly interest, and the young clerks and salesmen", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nstopped to offer her their good wishes. Susan passed the time-clock\nwithout punching her number for the first time in three years, and out\ninto the sunny, unfamiliar emptiness of the streets.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt the corner her heart suddenly failed her. She felt as if she could\nnot really go away from these familiar places and people. The\nwarehouses and wholesale houses, the wholesale liquor house with a live\neagle magnificently caged in one window, the big stove establishment,\nwith its window full of ranges in shining steel and nickel-plate; these\nhad been her world for so long!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut she kept on her way uptown, and by the time she reached the old\nlibrary, where Mary Lou, very handsome in her well-brushed suit and\ndotted veil, with white gloves still odorous of benzine, was waiting,\nshe was almost sure that she was not making a mistake.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou was a famous shopper, capable of exhausting any saleswoman for\na ten-cent purchase, and proportionately effective when, as to-day, a\nreally considerable sum was to be spent. She regretfully would decline\na dozen varieties in handkerchiefs or ribbons, saying with pleasant\nplaintiveness to the saleswoman: \"Perhaps I am hard to please. My\nmother is an old Southern lady--the Ralstons, you know?--and her linen\nis, of course, like nothing one can get nowadays! No; I wouldn't care", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My cousin, of course, only wants this for a little hack hat,\" she\nadded to Susan's modest suggestion of price to the milliner, and in the\nWhite House she consented to Susan's selections with a consoling\nreminder, \"It isn't as if you didn't have your lovely French underwear\nat home, Sue! These will do very nicely for your rough camping trip!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nCompared to Mary Lou, Susan was a very poor shopper. She was always\nanxious to please the saleswoman, to buy after a certain amount of\nlooking had been done, for no other reason than that she had caused\nmost of the stock to be displayed.\n\n\"I like this, Mary Lou,\" Susan would murmur nervously. And, as the\npompadoured saleswoman turned to take down still another heap of\npetticoats, Susan would repeat noiselessly, with an urgent nod, \"This\nwill do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Wait, now, dear,\" Mary Lou would return, unperturbed, arresting\nSusan's hand with a white, well-filled glove. \"Wait, dear. If we can't\nget it here we can get it somewhere else. Yes, let me see those you\nhave there---\"\n\n\"Thank you, just the same,\" Susan always murmured uncomfortably,\naverting her eyes from the saleswoman, as they went away. But the\nsaleswoman, busily rearranging her stock, rarely responded.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo-day they bought, besides the fascinating white things, some tan\nshoes, and a rough straw hat covered with roses, and two linen skirts,\nand three linen blouses, and a little dress of dotted lavender lawn.\nEverything was of the simplest, but Susan had never had so many new\nthings in the course of her life before, and was elated beyond words as\none purchase was made after another.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe carried home nearly ten dollars, planning to keep it until the\nfirst month's salary should be paid, but Auntie was found, upon their\nreturn in the very act of dissuading the dark powers known as the\n\"sewing-machine men\" from removing that convenience, and Susan, only\ntoo thankful to be in time, gladly let seven dollars fall into the oily\npalm of the carrier in charge.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mary Lou,\" said she, over her fascinating packages, just before\ndinner, \"here's a funny thing! If I had gone bad, you know, so that I\ncould keep buying nice, pretty, simple things like this, as fast as I\nneeded them, I'd feel better--I mean truly cleaner and more moral--than\nwhen I was good!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Susan! Why, SUSAN!\" Her cousin turned a shocked face from the window\nwhere she was carefully pasting newly-washed handkerchiefs, to dry in\nthe night. \"Do you remember who you ARE, dear, and don't say dreadful\nthings like that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the next few days Susan pressed her one suit, laundered a score of\nlittle ruffles and collars, cleaned her gloves, sewed on buttons and\nstrings generally, and washed her hair. Late on Sunday came the joyful\nnecessity of packing. Mary Lou folded and refolded patiently, Georgie\ncame in with a little hand-embroidered handkerchief-case for Susan's\nbureau, Susan herself rushed about like a mad-woman, doing almost\nnothing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You'll be back inside the month,\" said Billy that evening, looking up\nfrom Carlyle's \"Revolution,\" to where Susan and Mary Lou were busy with\nlast stitches, at the other side of the dining-room table. \"You can't\nlive with the rotten rich any more than I could!\"\n\n\"Billy, you don't know how awfully conceited you sound when you say a\nthing like that!\"\n\n\"Conceited? Oh, all right!\" Mr. Oliver accompanied the words with a\nsound only to be described as a snort, and returned, offended, to his\nbook.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Conceited, well, maybe I am,\" he resumed with deadly calm, a moment\nlater. \"But there's no conceit in my saying that people like the\nSaunders can't buffalo ME!\"\n\n\"You may not see it, but there IS!\" persisted Susan.\n\n\"You give me a pain, Sue! Do you honestly think they are any better\nthan you are?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Of course they're not better,\" Susan said, heatedly, \"if it comes\nright down to morals and the Commandments! But if I prefer to spend my\nlife among people who have had several generations of culture and\nrefinement and travel and education behind them, it's my own affair! I\nlike nice people, and rich people ARE more refined than poor, and\nnobody denies it! I may feel sorry for a girl who marries a man on\nforty a week, and brings up four or five little kids on it, but that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I didn't mean you!\" Susan answered angrily. Then with sudden calm and\nsweetness, she resumed, busily tearing up and assorting old letters the\nwhile, \"But now you're trying to make me mad, Billy, and you don't care\nwhat you say. The trouble with you,\" she went on, with sisterly\nkindness and frankness, \"is that you think you are the only person who\nreally ought to get on in the world. You know so much, and study so\nhard, that you DESERVE to be rich, so that you can pension off every", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nold stupid German laborer at the works who still wants a job when they\ncan get a boy of ten to do his work better than he can! You mope away\nover there at those cottages, Bill, until you think the only important\nthing in the world is the price of sausages in proportion to wages. And\nfor all that you pretend to despise people who use decent English, and\ndon't think a bath-tub is a place to store potatoes; I notice that you\nare pretty anxious to study languages and hear good music and keep up", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I never said a word about cultivation!\" Billy, who had been apparently\ndeep in his book, looked up to snap angrily. Any allusion to his\nefforts at self-improvement always touched him in a very sensitive\nplace.\n\n\"Why, you did TOO! You said---\"\n\n\"Oh, I did not! If you're going to talk so much, Sue, you ought to have\nsome faint idea what you're talking about!\"\n\n\"Very well,\" Susan said loftily, \"if you can't address me like a\ngentleman, we won't discuss it. I'm not anxious for your opinion,\nanyway.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA silence. Mr. Oliver read with passionate attention. Susan sighed,\nsorted her letters, sighed again.\n\n\"Billy, do you love me?\" she asked winningly, after a pause.\n\nAnother silence. Mr. Oliver turned a page.\n\n\"Are you sure you've read every word on that page, Bill,--every little\nword?\"\n\nSilence again.\n\n\"You know, you began this, Bill,\" Susan said presently, with childish\nsweet reproach. \"Don't say anything, Bill; I can't ask that! But if you\nstill love me, just smile!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBy some miracle, Billy preserved his scowl.\n\n\"Not even a glimmer!\" Susan said, despondently. \"I'll tell you, Bill,\"\nshe added, gushingly. \"Just turn a page, and I'll take it for a sign of\nlove!\" She clasped her hands, and watched him breathlessly.\n\nMr. Oliver reached the point where the page must be turned. He moved\nhis eyes stealthily upward.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, no you don't! No going back!\" exulted Susan. She jumped up,\ngrabbed the book, encircled his head with her arms, kissed her own hand\nvivaciously and made a mad rush for the stairs. Mr. Oliver caught her\nhalf-way up the flight, with more energy than dignity, and got his book\nback by doubling her little finger over with an increasing pressure\nuntil Susan managed to drop the volume to the hall below.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bill, you beast! You've broken my finger!\" Susan, breathless and\ndishevelled, sat beside him on the narrow stair, and tenderly worked\nthe injured member, \"It hurts!\"\n\n\"Let Papa tiss it!\"\n\n\"You try it once!\"\n\n\"Sh-sh! Ma says not so much noise!\" hissed Mary Lou, from the floor\nabove, where she had been summoned some hours ago, \"Alfie's just\ndropped off!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn Monday a new life began for Susan Brown. She stepped from the dingy\nboarding-house in Fulton Street straight into one of the most beautiful\nhomes in the state, and, so full were the first weeks, that she had no\ntime for homesickness, no time for letters, no time for anything but\nthe briefest of scribbled notes to the devoted women she left behind\nher.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily Saunders herself met the newcomer at the station, looking very\nunlike an invalid,--looking indeed particularly well and happy, if\nrather pale, as she was always pale, and a little too fat after the\nidle and carefully-fed experience in the hospital. Susan peeped into\nMiss Ella's big room, as they went upstairs. Ella was stretched\ncomfortably on a wide, flowery couch, reading as her maid rubbed her\nloosened hair with some fragrant toilet water, and munching chocolates.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nElla's room was on the second floor, where were also Mrs. Saunders'\nroom, various guest-rooms, an upstairs music-room and a sitting-room.\nBut Emily's apartment, as well as her brother's, were on the third\nfloor, and Susan's delightful room opened from Emily's. The girls had a\nbathroom as large as a small bedroom, and a splendid deep balcony\nshaded by gay awnings was accessible only to them. Potted geraniums\nmade this big outdoor room gay, a thick Indian rug was on the floor,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthere were deep wicker chairs, and two beds, in day-covers of green\nlinen, with thick brightly Pueblo blankets folded across them.\nThe girls were to spend all their days in the open air, and sleep out\nhere whenever possible for Emily's sake.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhile Emily bathed, before dinner, Susan hung over the balcony rail,\nfeeling deliciously fresh and rested, after her own bath, and eager not\nto miss a moment of the lovely summer afternoon. Just below her, the\ngarden was full of roses. There were other flowers, too, carnations and\nvelvety Shasta daisies, there were snowballs that tumbled in great\nheaps of white on the smooth lawn, and syringas and wall-flowers and\ncorn-flowers, far over by the vine-embroidered stone wall, and late", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPersian lilacs, and hydrangeas, in every lovely tone between pink and\nlavender, filled a long line of great wooden Japanese tubs, leading, by\na walk of sunken stones, to the black wooden gates of the Japanese\ngarden. But the roses reigned supreme--beautiful standard roses, with\nnot a shriveled leaf to mar the perfection of blossoms and foliage; San\nRafael roses, flinging out wherever they could find a support, great\nsprays of pinkish-yellow and yellowish-pink, and gold and cream and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\napricot- blossoms. There were moss roses, sheathed in dark-green\nfilm, glowing Jacqueminot and Papagontier and La France roses, white\nroses, and yellow roses,--Susan felt as if she could intoxicate herself\nupon the sweetness and the beauty of them all.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe carriage road swept in a great curve from the gate, its smooth\npebbled surface crossed sharply at regular intervals by the clean-cut\nshadows of the elm trees. Here and there on the lawns a sprinkler flung\nout its whirling circles of spray, and while Susan watched a gardener\ncame into view, picked up a few fallen leaves from the roadway and\ncrushed them together in his hand.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn the newly-watered stretch of road that showed beyond the wide gates,\ncarriages and carts, and an occasional motor-car were passing, flinging\nwheeling shadows beside them on the road, and driven by girls in light\ngowns and wide hats or by grooms in livery. Presently one very smart,\nhigh English cart stopped, and Mr. Kenneth Saunders got down from it,\nand stood whipping his riding-boot with his crap and chatting with the\nyoung woman who had driven him home. Susan thought him a very", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nattractive young man, with his quiet, almost melancholy expression, and\nhis air of knowing exactly the correct thing to do, whenever he cared\nto exert himself at all.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe watched him now with interest, not afraid of detection, for a small\nhead, on a third story balcony, would be quite lost among the details\nof the immense facade of the house. He walked toward the stable, and\nwhistled what was evidently a signal, for three romping collies came\nrunning to meet him, and were leaping and tumbling about him as he went\naround the curve of the drive and out of sight. Then Susan went back to\nher watching and dreaming, finding something new to admire and delight", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIndeed, she had been in San Rafael for several weeks before she found\nthe view of the big house from the garden anything but bewildering.\nWith its wings and ells, its flowered balconies and French windows, its\ntiled pergola and flower-lined Spanish court, it stood a monument to\nthe extraordinary powers of the modern architect; nothing was\nincongruous, nothing offended. Susan liked to decide into which room\nthis casement window fitted, or why she never noticed that particular", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nangle of wall from the inside. It was always a disappointment to\ndiscover that some of the quaintest of the windows lighted only\nlinen-closets or perhaps useless little spaces under a sharp angle of\nroof, and that many of the most attractive lines outside were so cut\nand divided as to be unrecognizable within.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a modern house, with beautifully-appointed closets tucked in\nwherever there was an inch to spare, with sheets of mirror set in the\nbedroom doors, with every conceivable convenience in nickel-plate\nglittering in its bathrooms, and wall-telephones everywhere.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girl's adjectives were exhausted long before she had seen half of\nit. She tried to make her own personal choice between the dull, soft,\ndark colors and carved Circassian walnut furniture in the dining-room,\nand the sharp contrast of the reception hall, where the sunlight\nflooded a rosy-latticed paper, an old white Colonial mantel and\nfiddle-backed chairs, and struck dazzling gleams from the brass\nfire-dogs and irons. The drawing-room had its own charm; the largest", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nroom in the house, it had French windows on three sides, each one\ngiving a separate and exquisite glimpse of lawns and garden beyond.\nUpon its dark and shining floor were stretched a score of silky Persian\nrugs, roses mirrored themselves in polished mahogany, and here and\nthere were priceless bits of carved ivory, wonderful strips of\nembroidered Chinese silks, miniatures, and exquisite books. Four or\nfive great lamps glowing under mosaic shades made the place lovely at", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnight, but in the heat of a summer day, shaded, empty, deliciously airy\nand cool, Susan thought it at its loveliest. At night heavy brocaded\ncurtains were drawn across the windows, and a wood fire crackled in the\nfireplace, in a setting of creamy tiles. There was a small grand-piano\nin this room, a larger piano in the big, empty reception room on the\nother side of the house, Susan and Emily had a small upright for their\nown use, and there were one or two more in other parts of the house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEverywhere was exquisite order, exquisite peace. Lightfooted maids came\nand went noiselessly, to brush up a fallen daisy petal, or straighten a\nrug. Not the faintest streak of dust ever lay across the shining\nsurface of the piano, not the tiniest cloud ever filmed the clear\ndepths of the mirrors. A slim Chinese houseboy, in plum-color and pale\nblue, with his queue neatly coiled, and his handsome, smooth young face\nalways smiling, padded softly to and fro all day long, in his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Lizzie-Carrie--one of you girls take some sweet-peas up to my room,\"\nElla would say at breakfasttime, hardly glancing up from her mail. And\nan hour later Susan, looking into Miss Saunders' apartment to see if\nshe still expected Emily to accompany her to the Holmes wedding, or to\nsay that Mrs. Saunders wanted to see her eldest daughter, would notice\na bowl of the delicately-tinted blossoms on the desk, and another on\nthe table.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girls' beds were always made, when they went upstairs to freshen\nthemselves for luncheon; tumbled linen and used towels had been\nspirited away, fresh blotters were on the desk, fresh flowers\neverywhere, windows open, books back on their shelves, clothes\nstretched on hangers in the closets; everything immaculately clean and\ncrisp.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was apparently impossible to interrupt the quiet running of the\ndomestic machinery. If Susan and Emily left wet skirts and umbrellas\nand muddy overshoes in one of the side hallways, on returning from a\nwalk, it was only a question of a few hours, before the skirts, dried\nand brushed and pressed, the umbrellas neatly furled, and the\novershoes, as shining as ever, were back in their places. If the girls\nwanted tea at five o'clock, sandwiches of every known, and frequently", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof new types, little cakes and big, hot bouillons, or a salad, or even\na broiled bird were to be had for the asking. It was no trouble, the\ntray simply appeared and Chow Yew or Carrie served them as if it were a\nreal pleasure to do so.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhoever ordered for the Saunders kitchen--Susan suspected that it was a\nlarge amiable person in black whom she sometimes met in the halls, a\nperson easily mistaken for a caller or a visiting aunt, but respectful\nin manner, and with a habit of running her tongue over her teeth when\nnot speaking that vaguely suggested immense capability--did it on a\nvery large scale indeed. It was not, as in poor Auntie's case, a\nquestion of selecting stewed tomatoes as a suitable vegetable for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndinner, and penciling on a list, under \"five pounds round steak,\"\n\"three cans tomatoes.\" In the Saunders' house there was always to be\nhad whatever choicest was in season,--crabs or ducks, broilers or\ntrout, asparagus an inch in diameter, forced strawberries and peaches,\neven pomegranates and alligator pears and icy, enormous grapefruit--new\nin those days--and melons and nectarines. There were crocks and boxes\nof cakes, a whole ice-chest just for cream and milk, another for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncheeses and olives and pickles and salad-dressings. Susan had seen the\ncook's great store-room, lined with jars and pots and crocks, tins and\nglasses and boxes of delicious things to eat, brought from all over the\nworld for the moment when some member of the Saunders family fancied\nRussian caviar, or Chinese ginger, or Italian cheese.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOther people's brains and bodies were constantly and pleasantly at work\nto spare the Saunders any effort whatever, and as Susan, taken in by\nthe family, and made to feel absolutely one of them, soon found herself\ntaking hourly service quite as a matter of course, as though it was\nnothing new to her luxury-loving little person. If she hunted for a\nbook, in a dark corner of the library, she did not turn her head to see\nwhich maid touched the button that caused a group of lights, just above", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher, to spring suddenly into soft bloom, although her \"Thank you!\"\nnever failed; and when she and Emily came in late for tea in the\ndrawing-room, she piled her wraps into some attendant's arms without so\nmuch as a glance. Yet Susan personally knew and liked all the maids,\nand they liked her, perhaps because her unaffected enjoyment of this\nnew life and her constant allusions to the deprivations of the old days\nmade them feel her a little akin to themselves.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWith Emily and her mother Susan was soon quite at home; with Ella her\nshyness lasted longer; and toward a friendship with Kenneth Saunders\nshe seemed to make no progress whatever. Kenneth addressed a few\nkindly, unsmiling remarks to his mother during the course of the few\nmeals he had at home; he was always gentle with her, and deeply\nresented anything like a lack of respect toward her on the others'\nparts. He entirely ignored Emily, and if he held any conversation at", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nall with the spirited Ella, it was very apt to take the form of a\ncontroversy, Ella trying to persuade him to attend some dance or\ndinner, or Kenneth holding up some especial friend of hers for scornful\ncriticism. Sometimes he spoke to Miss Baker, but not often. Kenneth's\nfriendships were mysteries; his family had not the most remote idea\nwhere he went when he went out every evening, or where he was when he\ndid not come home. Sometimes he spoke out in sudden, half-amused praise", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof some debutante, she was a \"funny little devil,\" or \"she was the\ndecentest kid in this year's crop,\" and perhaps he would follow up this\nremark with a call or two upon the admired young girl, and Ella would\nbegin to tease him about her. But the debutante and her mother\nimmediately lost their heads at this point, called on the Saunders,\ngushed at Ella and Emily, and tried to lure Kenneth into coming to\nlittle home dinners or small theater parties. This always ended matters", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHis valet, a mournful, silent fellow named Mycroft, led rather a\ncurious life, reporting at his master's room in the morning not before\nten, and usually not in bed before two or three o'clock the next\nmorning. About once a fortnight, sometimes oftener, as Susan had known\nfor a long time, a subtle change came over Kenneth. His mother saw it\nand grieved; Ella saw it and scolded everyone but him. It cast a\ndarkness over the whole house. Kenneth, always influenced more or less", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nby what he drank, was going down, down, down, through one dark stage\nafter another, into the terrible state whose horrors he dreaded with\nthe rest of them. He was moping for a day or two, absent from meals,\nunderstood to be \"not well, and in bed.\" Then Mycroft would agitatedly\nreport that Mr. Kenneth was gone; there would be tears and Ella's\nsharpest voice in Mrs. Saunders' room, pallor and ill-temper on Emily's\npart, hushed distress all about until Kenneth was brought home from", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsome place unknown by Mycroft, in a cab, and gotten noisily upstairs\nand visited three times a day by the doctor. The doctor would come\ndownstairs to reassure Mrs. Saunders; Mycroft would run up and down a\nhundred times a day to wait upon the invalid. Perhaps once during his\nconvalescence his mother would go up to see him for a little while, to\nsit, constrained and tender and unhappy, beside his bed, wishing\nperhaps that there was one thing in the wide world in which she and her\nson had a common interest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was a lonesome, nervous little lady, and at these times only a\nlittle more fidgety than ever. Sometimes she cried because of Kenneth,\nin her room at night, and Ella braced her with kindly, unsympathetic,\nwell-meant, uncomprehending remarks, and made very light of his\nweakness; but Emily walked her own room nervously, raging at Ken for\nbeing such a beast, and Mama for being such a fool.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, coming downstairs in the morning sunlight, after an evening of\nhorror and strain, when the lamps had burned for four hours in an empty\ndrawing-room, and she and Emily, early in their rooms, had listened\nalternately to the shouting and thumping that went on in Kenneth's room\nand the consoling murmur of Ella's voice downstairs, could hardly\nbelieve that life was being so placidly continued; that silence and\nsweetness still held sway downstairs; that Ella, in a foamy robe of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlace and ribbon, at the head of the table, could be so cheerfully\nabsorbed in the day's news and the Maryland biscuit, and that Mrs.\nSaunders, pottering over her begonias, could show so radiant a face\nover the blossoming of the double white, that Emily, at the telephone\ncould laugh and joke.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was a great favorite with them all now, this sunny, pretty Susan;\neven Miss Baker, the mouse-like little trained nurse, beamed for her,\nand congratulated her upon her influence over every separate member of\nthe family. Miss Baker had held her place for ten years and cherished\nno illusions concerning the Saunders.\n\nSusan had lost some few illusions herself, but not many. She was too\nhappy to be critical, and it was her nature to like people for no\nbetter reason than that they liked her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily Saunders, with whom she had most to do, who was indeed her daily\nand hourly companion, was at this time about twenty-six years old, and\nso two years older than Susan, although hers was a smooth-skinned,\nbaby-like type, and she looked quite as young as her companion. She had\nhad a very lonely, if extraordinarily luxurious childhood, and a sickly\ngirlhood, whose principal events were minor operations on eyes or ears,\nand experiments in diets and treatments, miserable sieges with oculists", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand dentists and stomach-pumps. She had been sent to several schools,\nbut ill-health made her progress a great mortification, and finally she\nhad been given a governess, Miss Roche, a fussily-dressed, effusive\nFrenchwoman, who later traveled with her. Emily's only accounts of her\nEuropean experience dealt with Miss Roche's masterly treatment of\nungracious officials, her faculty for making Emily comfortable at short\nnotice and at any cost or place, and her ability to bring certain small", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npossessions through the custom-house without unnecessary revelations.\nAnd at eighteen the younger Miss Saunders had been given a large\ncoming-out tea, had joined the two most exclusive Cotillions,--the\nJunior and the Browning--had lunched and dined and gone to the play\nwith the other debutantes, and had had, according to the admiring and\nattentive press, a glorious first season.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs a matter of fact, however, it had been a most unhappy time for the\nperson most concerned. Emily was not a social success. Not more than\none debutante in ten is; Emily was one of the nine. Before every dance\nher hopes rose irrepressibly, as she gazed at her dainty little person\nin the mirror, studied her exquisite frock and her pearls, and the\nsmooth perfection of the hair so demurely coiled under its wreath of\nrosebuds, or band of shining satin. To-night, she would be a success,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nto-night she would wipe out old scores. This mood lasted until she was\nactually in the dressing-room, in a whirl of arriving girls. Then her\ncourage began to ebb. She would watch them, as the maid took off her\ncarriage shoes; pleasantly take her turn at the mirror, exchange a shy,\nhalf-absent greeting with the few she knew; wish, with all her heart,\nthat she dared put herself under their protection. Just a few were cool\nenough to enter the big ballroom in a gale of mirth, surrender", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthemselves for a few moments of gallant dispute to the clustered young\nmen at the door, and be ready to dance without a care, the first dozen\ndances promised, and nothing to do but be happy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Emily drifted out shyly, fussed carefully with fans or glove-clasps\nwhile looking furtively about for possible partners, returned in a\npanic to the dressing-room on a pretense of exploring a slipper-bag for\na handkerchief, and made a fresh start. Perhaps this time some group of\nchattering and laughing girls and men would be too close to the door\nfor her comfort; not invited to join them, Emily would feel obliged to\ndrift on across the floor to greet some gracious older woman, and sink", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm really only looking on to-night. Mama worries so if I overdo.\"\n\nAnd here she would feel out of the current indeed, hopelessly shelved.\nWho would come looking for a partner in this quiet corner, next to old\nMrs. Chickering whose two granddaughters were in the very center of the\nmerry group at the door? Emily would smilingly rise, and go back to the\ndressing-room again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe famous Browning dances, in their beginning, a generation earlier,\nhad been much smaller, less formal and more intimate than they were\nnow. The sixty or seventy young persons who went to those first dances\nwere all close friends, in a simpler social structure, and a less\nself-conscious day. They had been the most delightful events in Ella's\ngirlhood, and she felt it to be entirely Emily's fault that Emily did\nnot find them equally enchanting.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I don't know the people who go to them very well!\" Emily would\nsay, half-confidential, half-resentful. Ella always met this argument\nwith high scorn.\n\n\"Oh, Baby, if you'd stop whining and fretting, and just get in and\nenjoy yourself once!\" Ella would answer impatiently. \"You don't have to\nknow a man intimately to dance with him, I should hope! Just GO, and\nhave a good time! My Lord, the way we all used to laugh and talk and\nrush about, you'd have thought we were a pack of children!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nElla and her contemporaries always went to these balls even now, the\nmagnificent matrons of forty showing rounded arms and beautiful bosoms,\nand gowns far more beautiful than those the girls wore. Jealousy and\nrivalry and heartaches all forgot, they sat laughing and talking in\ngroups, clustered along the walls, or played six-handed euchre in the\nadjoining card-room, and had, if the truth had been known, a far better\ntime than the girls they chaperoned.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter a winter or two, however, Emily stopped going, except perhaps\nonce in a season. She began to devote a great deal of her thought and\nher conversation to her health, and was not long in finding doctors and\nnurses to whom the subject was equally fascinating. Emily had a\nfavorite hospital, and was frequently ordered there for experiences\nthat touched more deeply the chords of her nature than anything else\never did in her life. No one at home ever paid her such flattering", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndevotion as did the sweet-faced, low-voiced nurses, and the\ndoctor--whose coming, twice a day, was such an event. The doctor was a\nmodel husband and father, his beautiful wife a woman whom Ella knew and\nliked very well, but Emily had her nickname for him, and her little\npresents for him, and many a small, innocuous joke between herself and\nthe doctor made her feel herself close to him. Emily was always glad\nwhen she could turn from her mother's mournful solicitude, Kenneth's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsnubs and Ella's imperativeness, and the humiliating contact with a\nsociety that could get along very well without her, to the universal\nwelcome she had from all her friends in Mrs. Fowler's hospital.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo Susan the thought of hypodermics, anesthetics, antisepsis and clinic\nthermometers, charts and diets, was utterly mysterious and abhorrent,\nand her healthy distaste for them amused Emily, and gave Emily a good\nreason for discussing and defending them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's part was to listen and agree, listen and agree, listen and\nagree, on this as on all topics. She had not been long at \"High\nGardens\" before Emily, in a series of impulsive gushes of confidence,\nhad volunteered the information that Ella was so jealous and selfish\nand heartless that she was just about breaking Mama's heart, never\nhappy unless she was poisoning somebody's mind against Emily, and never\nwilling to let Emily keep a single friend, or do anything she wanted to\ndo.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"So now you see why I am always so dignified and quiet with Ella,\" said\nEmily, in the still midnight when all this was revealed. \"That's the\nONE thing that makes her mad!\"\n\n\"I can't believe it!\" said Susan, aching for sleep, and yawning under\ncover of the dark.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I keep up for Mama's sake,\" Emily said. \"But haven't you noticed how\nElla tries to get you away from me? You MUST have! Why, the very first\nnight you were here, she called out, 'Come in and see me on your way\ndown!' Don't you remember? And yesterday, when I wasn't dressed and she\nwanted you to go driving, after dinner! Don't you remember?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, but---\" Susan began. She could dismiss this morbid fancy with a\nfew vigorous protests, with a hearty laugh. But she would probably\ndismiss herself from the Saunders' employ, as well, if she pursued any\nsuch bracing policy.\n\n\"You poor kid, it's pretty hard on you!\" she said, admiringly. And for\nhalf an hour she was not allowed to go to sleep.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan began to dread these midnight talks. The moon rose, flooded the\nsleeping porch, mounted higher. The watch under Susan's pillow ticked\npast one o'clock, past half-past one--\n\n\"Emily, you know really Ella is awfully proud of you,\" she was finally\nsaying, \"and, as for trying to influence your mother, you can't blame\nher. You're your mother's favorite--anyone can see that--and I do think\nshe feels--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's true!\" Emily said, mollified. A silence followed. Susan\nbegan to settle her head by imperceptible degrees into the pillow;\nperhaps Emily was dropping off! Silence--silence--heavenly delicious\nsilence. What a wonderful thing this sleeping porch was, Susan thought\ndrowsily, and how delicious the country night--\n\n\"Susan, why do you suppose I am Mama's favorite?\" Emily's clear,\nwide-awake voice would pursue, with pensive interest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr, \"Susan, when did you begin to like me?\" she would question, on\ntheir drives. \"Susan, when I was looking straight up into Mrs. Carter's\nface,--you know the way I always do!--she laughed at me, and said I was\na madcap monkey? Why did she say that?\" Emily would pout, and wrinkle\nher brows in pretty, childish doubt. \"I'm not a monkey, and _I_ don't\nthink I'm a madcap? Do you?\"\n\n\"You're different, you see, Emily. You're not in the least like anybody\nelse!\" Susan would say.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But WHY am I different?\" And if it was possible, Emily might even come\nover to sit on the arm of Susan's chair, or drop on her knees and\nencircle Susan's waist with her arms.\n\n\"Well, in the first place you're terribly original, Emily, and you\nalways say right out what you mean--\" Susan would begin.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWith Ella, when she grew to know her well, Susan was really happier.\nShe was too honest to enjoy the part she must always play with Emily,\nyet too practically aware of the advantages of this new position, to\nrisk it by frankness, and eventually follow the other companions, the\ngovernesses and trained nurses who had preceded her. Emily\ncharacterized these departed ladies as \"beasts,\" and still flushed a\ndeep resentful red when she mentioned certain ones among them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan found in Ella, in the first place, far more to admire than she\ncould in Emily. Ella's very size made for a sort of bigness in\ncharacter. She looked her two hundred and thirty pounds, but she looked\nhandsome, glowing and comfortable as well. Everything she wore was\nloose and dashing in effect; she was a fanatic about cleanliness and\nfreshness, and always looked as if freshly bathed and brushed and\ndressed. Ella never put on a garment, other than a gown or wrap, twice.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was dictatorial and impatient and exacting, but she was witty and\ngood-natured, too, and so extremely popular with men and women of her\nown age that she could have dined out three times a night. Ella was\nfondly nicknamed \"Mike\" by her own contemporaries, and was always in\ndemand for dinners and lunch parties and card parties. She was beloved\nby the younger set, too. Susan thought her big-sisterly interest in the\ndebutantes very charming to see and, when she had time to remember her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsister's little companion now and then, she would carry Susan off for a\ndrive, or send for her when she was alone for tea, and the two laughed\na great deal together. Susan could honestly admire here, and Ella liked\nher admiration.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Saunders believed herself to be a member of the most distinguished\nAmerican family in existence, and her place to be undisputed as queen\nof the most exclusive little social circle in the world. She knew\nenough of the social sets of London and Washington and New York society\nto allude to them casually and intimately, and she told Susan that no\nother city could boast of more charming persons than those who composed\nher own particular set in San Francisco. Ella never spoke of \"society\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwithout intense gravity; nothing in life interested her so much as the\nquestion of belonging or not belonging to it. To her personally, of\ncourse, it meant nothing; she had been born inside the charmed ring,\nand would die there; but the status of other persons filled her with\nconcern. She was very angry when her mother or Emily showed any\nwavering in this all-important matter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, what did you have to SEE her for, Mama?\" Ella would irritably\ndemand, when her autocratic \"Who'd you see to-day? What'd you do?\" had\ndrawn from her mother the name of some caller.\n\n\"Why, dearie, I happened to be right there. I was just crossing the\nporch when they drove up!\" Mrs. Saunders would timidly submit.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord! Mama, you make me crazy!\" Ella would drop her\nhands, fling her head back, gaze despairingly at her mother. \"That was\nyour chance to snub her, Mama! Why didn't you have Chow Yew say that\nyou were out?\"\n\n\"But, dearie, she seemed a real sweet little thing!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sweet little--! You'll have me CRAZY! Sweet little nothing--just\nbecause she married Gordon Jones, and the St. Johns have taken her up,\nshe thinks she can get into society! And anyway, I wouldn't have given\nRosie St. John the satisfaction for a thousand dollars! Did you ask her\nto your bridge lunch?\"\n\n\"Ella, dear, it is MY lunch,\" her mother might remind her, with dignity.\n\n\"Mama, did you ask that woman here to play cards?\"\n\n\"Well, dearie, she happened to say--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, happened to say--!\" A sudden calm would fall upon Miss Ella, the\ncalm of desperate decision. The subject would be dropped for the time,\nbut she would bring a written note to the lunch table.\n\n\"Listen to this, Mama; I can change it if you don't like it,\" Ella\nwould begin, kindly, and proceed to read it.\n\n HIGH GARDENS. MY DEAR MRS. JONES:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMother has asked me to write you that her little bridge lunch\n for Friday, the third, must be given up because of the dangerous\n illness of a close personal friend. She hopes that it is only a\n pleasure deferred, and will write you herself when less anxious\n and depressed. Cordially yours,\n\n ELLA CORNWALLIS SAUNDERS.\n\n\"But, Ella, dear,\" the mother would protest, \"there are others coming--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Leave the others to me! I'll telephone and make it the day before.\"\nElla would seal and dispatch the note, and be inclined to feel\ngenerously tender and considerate of her mother for the rest of the day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nElla was at home for a few moments, almost every day; but she did not\ndine at home more than once or twice in a fortnight. But she was always\nthere for the family's occasional formal dinner party in which events\nSusan refused very sensibly to take part. She and Miss Baker dined\nearly and most harmoniously in the breakfast-room, and were free to\nmake themselves useful to the ladies of the house afterward. Ella would\nbe magnificent in spangled cloth-of-gold; Emily very piquante in demure", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand drooping white, embroidered exquisitely with tiny French blossoms\nin color; Mrs. Saunders rustling in black lace and lavender silk, as\nthe three went downstairs at eight o'clock. Across the wide hall below\nwould stream the hooded women and the men in great-coats, silk hats in\nhand. Ella did not leave the drawing-room to meet them, as on less\nformal occasions, but a great chattering and laughing would break out\nas they went in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, sitting back on her knees in the upper hall, to peer through the\nrailing at the scene below, to Miss Baker's intense amusement, could\nadmire everything but the men guests. They were either more or less\nattractive and married, thought Susan, or very young, very old, or very\nuninteresting bachelors. Red-faced, eighteen-year-old boys, laughing\nnervously, and stumbling over their pumps, shared the honors with\ncackling little fifty-year-old gallants. It could only be said that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthey were males, and that Ella would have cheerfully consigned her\nmother to bed with a bad headache rather than have had one too few of\nthem to evenly balance the number of women. The members of the family\nknew what patience and effort were required, what writing and\ntelephoning, before the right number was acquired.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe first personal word that Kenneth Saunders ever spoke to his\nsister's companion was when, running downstairs, on the occasion of one\nof these dinners, he came upon her, crouched in her outlook, and\nthoroughly enjoying herself.\n\n\"Good God!\" said Kenneth, recoiling.\n\n\"Sh-sh--it's only me--I'm watching 'em!\" Susan whispered, even laying\nher hand upon the immaculate young gentleman's arm in her anxiety to\nquiet him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, Lord; why doesn't Ella count you in on these things?\" he\ndemanded, gruffly. \"Next time I'll tell her--\"\n\n\"If you do, I'll never speak to you again!\" Susan threatened, her merry\nface close to his in the dark. \"I wouldn't be down there for a farm!\"\n\n\"What do you do, just watch 'em?\" Kenneth asked sociably, hanging over\nthe railing beside her.\n\n\"It's lots of fun!\" Susan said, in a whisper. \"Who's that?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's that Bacon girl--isn't she the limit!\" Kenneth whispered back.\n\"Lord,\" he added regretfully, \"I'd much rather stay up here than go\ndown! What Ella wants to round up a gang like this for--\"\n\nAnd, sadly speculating, the son of the house ran downstairs, and Susan,\ncongratulating herself, returned to her watching.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIndeed, after a month or two in her new position, she thought an\nevening to herself a luxury to be enormously enjoyed. It was on such an\noccasion that Susan got the full benefit of the bathroom, the\nluxuriously lighted and appointed dressing-table, the porch with its\nview of a dozen gardens drenched in heavenly moonlight. At other times\nEmily's conversation distracted her and interrupted her at her toilet.\nEmily gave her no instant alone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily came up very late after the dinners to yawn and gossip with Susan\nwhile Gerda, her mother's staid middle-aged maid, drew off her slippers\nand stockings, and reverently lifted the dainty gown safely to its\ncloset. Susan always got up, rolled herself in a wrap, and listened to\nthe account of the dinner; Emily was rather critical of the women, but\nviewed the men more romantically. She repeated their compliments,\nexulting that they had been paid her \"under Ella's very nose,\" or while", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mama was staring right at us.\" It pleased Emily to imagine a great\nmany love-affairs for herself, and to feel that they must all be made\nas mysterious and kept as secret as possible.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was the old story, thought Susan, listening sympathetically, and in\nutter disbelief, to these recitals. Mary Lou and Georgie were not alone\nin claiming vague and mythical love-affairs; Emily even carried them to\nthe point of indicating old bundles of letters in her desk as \"from Bob\nBrock--tell you all about that some time!\" or alluding to some youth\nwho had gone away, left that part of the country entirely for her sake,\nsome years ago. And even Georgie would not have taken as seriously as", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily did the least accidental exchange of courtesies with the eligible\nmale. If the two girls, wasting a morning in the shops in town,\nhappened to meet some hurrying young man in the street, the color\nrushed into Emily's face, and she alluded to the incident a dozen times\nduring the course of the day. Like most girls, she had a special manner\nfor men, a rather audacious and attractive manner, Susan thought. The\nconversation was never anything but gay and frivolous and casual. It", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Did you notice that Peyton Hamilton leaned over and said something to\nme very quickly, in a low voice, this morning?\" Emily would ask, later,\nsuddenly looking mischievous and penitent at once.\n\n\"Oh, ho! That's what you do when I'm not noticing!\" Susan would upbraid\nher.\n\n\"He asked me if he could call,\" Emily would say, yawning, \"but I told\nhim I didn't like him well enough for that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was astonished to find herself generally accepted because of her\nassociation with Emily Saunders. She had always appreciated the\ndifficulty of entering the inner circle of society with insufficient\ncredentials. Now she learned how simple the whole thing was when the\nright person or persons assumed the responsibility. Girls whom years\nago she had rather fancied to be \"snobs\" and \"stuck-up\" proved very\ngracious, very informal and jolly, at closer view; even the most", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan took them at exactly their own valuation, revered those women\nwho, like Ella, were supreme; watched curiously others a little less\nsure of their standing; and pitied and smiled at the struggles of the\nthird group, who took rebuffs and humiliations smilingly, and fell only\nto rise and climb again. Susan knew that the Thayers, the Chickerings\nand Chaunceys and Coughs, the Saunders and the St. Johns, and Dolly\nRipley, the great heiress, were really secure, nothing could shake them", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfrom their proud eminence. It gave her a little satisfaction to put the\nBaxters and Peter Coleman decidedly a step below; even lovely Isabel\nWallace and the Carters and the Geralds, while ornamenting the very\nnicest set, were not quite the social authorities that the first-named\nfamilies were. And several lower grades passed before one came to\nConnie Fox and her type, poor, pushing, ambitious, watching every\nchance to score even the tiniest progress toward the goal of social", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrecognition. Connie Fox and her mother were a curious study to Susan,\nwho, far more secure for the time being than they were, watched them\nwith deep interest. The husband and father was an insurance broker,\nwhose very modest income might have comfortably supported a quiet\ncountry home, and one maid, and eventually have been stretched to\nafford the daughter and only child a college education or a trousseau\nas circumstances decreed. As it was, a little house on Broadway was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmaintained with every appearance of luxury, a capped-and-aproned maid\nbacked before guests through the tiny hall; Connie's vivacity covered\nthe long wait for the luncheons that an irate Chinese cook, whose wages\nwere perpetually in arrears, served when it pleased him to do so. Mrs.\nFox bought prizes for Connie's gay little card-parties with the rent\nmoney, and retired with a headache immediately after tearfully\ninforming the harassed breadwinner of the fact. She ironed Connie's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngowns, bullied her little dressmaker, cried and made empty promises to\nher milliner, cut her old friends, telephoned her husband at six\no'clock that, as \"the girls\" had not gone yet, perhaps he had better\nhave a bite of dinner downtown. She gushed and beamed on Connie's\nfriends, cultivated those she could reach assiduously, and never\ndreamed that a great many people were watching her with amusement when\nshe worked her way about a room to squeeze herself in next to some\nsocial potentate.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had her reward when the mail brought Constance the coveted\ndance-cards; when she saw her name in the society columns of the\nnewspapers, and was able to announce carelessly that that lucky girlie\nof hers was really going to Honolulu with the Cyrus Holmes. Dolly\nRipley, the heiress, had taken a sudden fancy to Connie, some two years\nbefore Susan met her, and this alone was enough to reward Mrs. Fox for\nall the privations, snubs and humiliations she had suffered since the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nyears when she curled Connie's straight hair on a stick, nearly blinded\nherself tucking and embroidering her little dresses, and finished up\nthe week's ironing herself so that her one maid could escort Connie to\nan exclusive little dancing-class.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan saw Connie now and then, and met the mother and daughter on a\ncertain autumn Sunday when Ella had chaperoned the two younger girls to\na luncheon at the Burlingame club-house. They had spent the night\nbefore with a friend of Ella's, whose lovely country home was but a few\nminutes' walk from the club, and Susan was elated with the glorious\nconviction that she had added to the gaiety of the party, and that\nthrough her even Emily was having a really enjoyable time. She met a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngreat many distinguished persons to-day, the golf and polo players, the\ngreat Eastern actress who was the center of a group of adoring males,\nand was being entertained by the oldest and most capable of dowagers,\nand Dolly Ripley, a lean, eager, round-shouldered, rowdyish little\nperson, talking as a professional breeder might talk of her dogs and\nhorses, and shadowed by Connie Fox. Susan was so filled with the\nexcitement of the occasion, the beauty of the day, the delightful club", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand its delightful guests, that she was able to speak to Miss Dolly\nRipley quite as if she also had inherited some ten millions of dollars,\nand owned the most expensive, if not the handsomest, home in the state.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That was so like dear Dolly!\" said Mrs. Fox later, coming up behind\nSusan on the porch, and slipping an arm girlishly about her waist.\n\n\"What was?\" asked Susan, after greetings.\n\n\"Why, to ask what your first name was, and say that as she hated the\nname of Brown, she was going to call you Susan!\" said Mrs. Fox sweetly.\n\"Don't you find her very dear and simple?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, I just met her--\" Susan said, disliking the arm about her waist,\nand finding Mrs. Fox's interest in her opinion of Dolly Ripley quite\ntransparent.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, I know her so well!\" Mrs. Fox added, with a happy sigh. \"Always\nbright and interested when she meets people. But I scold her--yes, I\ndo!--for giving people a false impression. I say, 'Dolly,'--I've known\nher so long, you know!--'Dolly, dear, people might easily think you\nmeant some of these impulsive things you say, dear, whereas your\nfriends, who know you really well, know that it's just your little\nmanner, and that you'll have forgotten all about it to-morrow!' I don't", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmean YOU, Miss Brown,\" Mrs. Fox interrupted herself to say hastily.\n\"Far from it!----Now, my dear, tell me that you know I didn't mean you!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I understand perfectly,\" Susan said graciously. And she knew that at\nlast she really did. Mrs. Fox was fluttering like some poor bird that\nsees danger near its young. She couldn't have anyone else, especially\nthis insignificant little Miss Brown, who seemed to be making rather an\nimpression everywhere, jeopardize Connie's intimacy with Dolly Ripley,\nwithout using such poor and obvious little weapons as lay at her\ncommand to prevent it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStanding on the porch of the Burlingame Club, and staring out across\nthe gracious <DW72>s of the landscape, Susan had an exhilarated sense of\nbeing among the players of this fascinating game at last. She must play\nit alone, to be sure, but far better alone than assisted as Connie Fox\nwas assisted. It was an immense advantage to be expected to accompany\nEmily everywhere; it made a snub practically impossible, while\nheightening the compliment when she was asked anywhere without Emily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was always willing to entertain a difficult guest, to play cards\nor not to play with apparently equal enjoyment--more desirable than\neither, she was \"fun,\" and the more she was laughed at, the funnier she\ngrew.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you'll be there with Emily, of course, Miss Brown,\" said the\ndifferent hostess graciously. \"Emily, you're going to bring Susan\nBrown, you know!--I'm telephoning, Miss Brown, because I'm afraid my\nnote didn't make it clear that we want you, too!\"\n\nEmily's well-known eccentricity did not make Susan the less popular;\neven though she was personally involved in it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I wrote you a note for Emily this morning, Mrs. Willis,\" Susan\nwould say, at the club, \"she's feeling wretchedly to-day, and she wants\nto be excused from your luncheon to-morrow!\"\n\n\"Oh?\" The matron addressed would eye the messenger with kindly\nsharpness. \"What's the matter--very sick?\"\n\n\"We-ell, not dying!\" A dimple would betray the companion's demureness.\n\n\"Not dying? No, I suppose not! Well, you tell Emily that she's a silly,\nselfish little cat, or words to that effect!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll choose words to that effect,\" Susan would assure the speaker,\nsmilingly.\n\n\"You couldn't come, anyway, I suppose?\"\n\n\"Oh, no, Mrs. Willis! Thank you so much!\"\n\n\"No, of course not.\" The matron would bite her lips in momentary\nirritation, and, when they parted, the cause of that pretty,\nappreciative, amusing little companion of Emily Saunders would be\nappreciably strengthened.\n\nOne winter morning Emily tossed a square, large envelope across the\nbreakfast table toward her companion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue, that looks like a Browning invitation! What do you bet that he's\nsent you a card for the dances!\"\n\n\"He couldn't!\" gasped Susan, snatching it up, while her eyes danced,\nand the radiant color flooded her face. Her hand actually shook when\nshe tore the envelope open, and as the engraved card made its\nappearance, Susan's expression might have been that of Cinderella\neyeing her coach-and-four.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFor Browning--founder of the cotillion club, and still manager of the\nfour or five winter dances--was the one unquestioned, irrefutable,\nomnipotent social authority of San Francisco. To go to the \"Brownings\"\nwas to have arrived socially; no other distinction was equivalent,\nbecause there was absolutely no other standard of judgment. Very high\nup, indeed, in the social scale must be the woman who could resist the\ntemptation to stick her card to the Brownings in her mirror frame,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwhere the eyes of her women friends must inevitably fall upon it, and\nyearly hundreds of matrons tossed through sleepless nights, all through\nthe late summer and the fall, hoping against hope, despairing, hoping\nagain, that the magic card might really be delivered some day in early\nDecember, and her debutante daughter's social position be placed beyond\ncriticism once more. Only perhaps one hundred persons out of\n\"Brownie's\" four hundred guests could be sure of the privilege. The", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBrowning himself, a harassed, overworked, kindly gentleman, whose\nmanagement of the big dances brought him nothing but responsibility and\nannoyance, threatened yearly to resign from his post, and yearly was\ndragged back into the work, fussing for hours with his secretary over\nthe list, before he could personally give it to the hungrily waiting\nreporters with the weary statement that it was absolutely correct, that\nno more names were to be added this year, that he did not propose to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndefend, through the columns of the press, his omission of certain names\nand his acceptance of others, and that, finally, he was off for a\nweek's vacation in the southern part of the state, and thanked them all\nfor their kindly interest in himself and his efforts for San Francisco\nsociety.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was the next morning's paper that was so anxiously awaited, and so\neagerly perused in hundreds of luxurious boudoirs--exulted over, or\nwept over and reviled,--but read by nearly every woman in the city.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd now he had sent Susan a late card, and Susan knew why. She had met\nthe great man at the Hotel Rafael a few days before, at tea-time, and\nhe had asked Susan most affectionately of her aunt, Mrs. Lancaster, and\nrecalled, with a little emotion, the dances of two generations before,\nwhen he was a small boy, and the lovely Georgianna Ralston was a beauty\nand a belle. Susan could have kissed the magic bit of pasteboard!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut she knew too well just what Emily wanted to think of Browning's\ncourtesy, to mention his old admiration for her aunt. And Emily\nimmediately justified her diplomatic silence by saying:\n\n\"Isn't that AWFULLY decent of Brownie! He did that just for Ella and\nme--that's like him! He'll do anything for some people!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, of course I can't go,\" Susan said briskly. \"But I do call it\nawfully decent! And no little remarks about sending a check, either,\nand no chaperone's card! The old duck! However, I haven't a gown, and I\nhaven't a beau, and you don't go, and so I'll write a tearful regret. I\nhope it won't be the cause of his giving the whole thing up. I hate to\ndiscourage the dear boy!\"\n\nEmily laughed approvingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, but honestly, Sue,\" she said, in eager assent, \"don't you know how\npeople would misunderstand--you know how people are! You and I know\nthat you don't care a whoop about society, and that you'd be the last\nperson in the world to use your position here--but you know what other\npeople might say! And Brownie hates talk--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had to swallow hard, and remain smiling. It was part of the price\nthat she paid for being here in this beautiful environment, for being,\nin every material sense, a member of one of the state's richest\nfamilies. She could not say, as she longed to say, \"Oh, Emily, don't\ntalk ROT! You know that before your own grandfather made his money as a\ncommon miner, and when Isabel Wallace's grandfather was making shoes,\nmine was a rich planter in Virginia!\" But she knew that she could", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsafely have treated Emily's own mother with rudeness, she could have\nhopelessly mixed up the letters she wrote for Ella, she could have set\nthe house on fire or appropriated to her own use the large sums of\nmoney she occasionally was entrusted by the family to draw for one\npurpose or another from the bank, and been quickly forgiven, if\nforgivness was a convenience to the Saunders family at the moment. But\nto fail to realize that between the daughter of the house of Saunders", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand the daughter of the house of Brown an unspanned social chasm must\nforever stretch would have been, indeed, the unforgivable offense.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was all very different from Susan's old ideals of a paid companion's\nduties. She had drawn these ideals from the English novels she consumed\nwith much enjoyment in early youth--from \"Queenie's Whim\" and \"Uncle\nMax\" and the novels of Charlotte Yonge. She had imagined herself,\nbefore her arrival at \"High Gardens,\" as playing piano duets with\nEmily, reading French for an hour, German for an hour, gardening,\ntramping, driving, perhaps making a call on some sick old woman with", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsoup and jelly in her basket, or carrying armfuls of blossoms to the\nchurch for decoration. If one of Emily's sick headaches came on, it\nwould be Susan's duty to care for her tenderly, and to read to her in a\nclear, low, restful voice when she was recovering; to write her notes,\nto keep her vases filled with flowers, to \"preside\" at the tea-table,\nefficient, unobtrusive, and indispensable. She would make herself\nuseful to Ella, too; arrange her collections of coins, carry her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntelephone messages, write her notes. She would accompany the little old\nmother on her round through the greenhouses, read to her and be ready\nto fly for her book or her shawl. And if Susan's visionary activities\nalso embraced a little missionary work in the direction of the son of\nthe house, it was of a very sisterly and blameless nature. Surely the\nmost demure of companions, reading to Mrs. Saunders in the library,\nmight notice an attentive listener lounging in a dark corner, or might", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a little disillusioning to discover, as during her first weeks\nin the new work she did discover, that almost no duties whatever would\nbe required of her. It seemed to make more irksome the indefinite thing\nthat was required of her; her constant interested participation in just\nwhatever happened to interest Emily at the moment. Susan loved tennis\nand driving, loved shopping and lunching in town, loved to stroll over\nto the hotel for tea in the pleasant afternoons, or was satisfied to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was very trying to a person of her definite impulsive briskness\nnever to know, from one hour or one day to the next, just what\noccupation was in prospect. Emily would order the carriage for four\no'clock, only to decide, when it came around, that she would rather\ndrag the collies out into the side-garden, to waste three dozen camera\nplates and three hours in trying to get good pictures of them.\nSometimes Emily herself posed before the camera, and Susan took picture\nafter picture of her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue, don't you think it would be fun to try some of me in my Mandarin\ncoat? Come up while I get into it. Oh, and go get Chow Yew to get that\nChinese violin he plays, and I'll hold it! We'll take 'em in the\nJapanese garden!\" Emily would be quite fired with enthusiasm, but\nbefore the girls were upstairs she might change in favor of her riding\nhabit and silk hat, and Susan would telephone the stable that Miss\nEmily's riding horse was wanted in the side-garden. \"You're a darling!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Susan's pictures never were taken. Emily's interest rarely touched\ntwice in the same place.\n\n\"Em, it's twenty minutes past four! Aren't we going to tea with Isabel\nWallace?\" Susan would ask, coming in to find Emily comfortably\nstretched out with a book.\n\n\"Oh, Lord, so we were! Well, let's not!\" Emily would yawn.\n\n\"But, Em, they expect us!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, go telephone, Sue, there's a dear! And tell them I've got a\nterrible headache. And you and I'll have tea up here. Tell Carrie I\nwant to see her about it; I'm hungry; I want to order it specially.\"\n\nSometimes, when the girls came downstairs, dressed for some outing, it\nwas Miss Ella who upset their plans. Approving of her little sister's\nappearance, she would lure Emily off for a round of formal calls.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Be decent now, Baby! You'll never have a good time, if you don't go\nand do the correct thing now and then. Come on. I'm going to town on\nthe two, and we can get a carriage right at the ferry--\"\n\nBut Susan rarely managed to save the afternoon. Going noiselessly\nupstairs, she was almost always captured by the lonely old mistress of\nthe house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Girls gone?\" Mrs. Saunders would pipe, in her cracked little voice,\nfrom the doorway of her rooms. \"Don't the house seem still? Come in,\nSusan, you and I'll console each other over a cup of tea.\"\n\nSusan, smilingly following her, would be at a loss to account for her\nown distaste and disappointment. But she was so tired of people! She\nwanted so desperately to be alone!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe precious chance would drift by, a rich tea would presently be\nserved; the little over-dressed, over-fed old lady was really very\nlonely; she went to a luncheon or card-party not oftener than two or\nthree times a month, and she loved company. There was almost no close\nhuman need or interest in her life; she was as far from her children as\nwas any other old lady of their acquaintance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan knew that she had been very proud of her sons and daughters, as a\nhappy young mother. The girl was continually discovering, among old\nMrs. Saunders' treasures, large pictures of Ella, at five, at seven, at\nnine, with straight long bangs and rosetted hats that tied under her\nchin, and French dresses tied with sashes about her knees, and pictures\nof Kenneth leaning against stone benches, or sitting in swings, a thin\nand sickly-looking little boy, in a velvet suit and ribboned straw hat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere were pictures of the dead children, too, and a picture of Emily,\nat three months, sitting in an immense shell, and clad only in the\nfolds of her own fat little person. On the backs of these pictures,\nMrs. Saunders had written \"Kennie, six years old,\" and the date, or\n\"Totty, aged nine\"--she never tired of looking at them now, and of\ntelling Susan that the buttons on Ella's dress had been of sterling\nsilver, \"made right from Papa's mine,\" and that the little ship Kenneth", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nheld had cost twenty-five dollars. All of her conversation was\nboastful, in an inoffensive, faded sort of way. She told Susan about\nher wedding, about her gown and her mother's gown, and the cost of her\nmusic, and the number of the musicians.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Saunders, Susan used to think, letting her thoughts wander as the\nold lady rambled on, was an unfortunately misplaced person. She had\nnone of the qualities of the great lady, nothing spiritual or mental\nwith which to fend off the vacuity of old age. As a girl, a bride, a\nyoung matron, she had not shown her lack so pitiably. But now, at\nsixty-five, Mrs. Saunders had no character, no tastes, no opinions\nworth considering. She liked to read the paper, she liked her flowers,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nalthough she took none of the actual care of them, and she liked to\nlisten to music; there was a mechanical piano in her room, and Susan\noften heard the music downstairs at night, and pictured the old lady,\nreading in bed, calling to Miss Baker when a record approached its\nfinish, and listening contentedly to selections from \"Faust\" and\n\"Ernani,\" and the \"Chanson des Alpes.\" Mrs. Saunders would have been\nfar happier as a member of the fairly well-to-do middle class. She", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwould have loved to shop with married daughters, sharply interrogating\nclerks as to the durability of shoes, and the weight of little\nunderflannels; she would have been a good angel in the nurseries, as an\nunfailing authority when the new baby came, or hushing the less recent\nbabies to sleep in tender old arms. She would have been a judge of hot\njellies, a critic of pastry. But bound in this little aimless groove of\ndressmakers' calls, and card-parties, she was quite out of her natural", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nelement. It was not astonishing that, like Emily, she occasionally\nenjoyed an illness, and dispensed with the useless obligation of\ngetting up and dressing herself at all!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nInvitations, they were really commands, to the Browning dances were\nreceived early in December; Susan, dating her graceful little note of\nregret, was really shocked to notice the swift flight of the months.\nDecember already! And she had seemed to leave Hunter, Baxter & Hunter\nonly last week. Susan fell into a reverie over her writing, her eyes\nroving absently over the stretch of wooded hills below her window.\nDecember--! Nearly a year since Peter Coleman had sent her a circle of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npearls, and she had precipitated the events that had ended their\nfriendship. It was a sore spot still, the memory; but Susan, more sore\nat herself for letting him mislead her than with him, burned to\nreestablish herself in his eyes as a woman of dignity and reserve,\nrather than to take revenge upon him for what was, she knew now, as\nmuch a part of him as his laughing eyes and his indomitable buoyancy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe room in which she was writing was warm. Furnace heat is not common\nin California, but, with a thousand other conveniences, the Saunders\nhome had a furnace. There were winter roses, somewhere near her, making\nthe air sweet; the sunlight slanted in brightly across the wide couch\nwhere Emily was lying, teasing Susan between casual glances at her\nmagazine. A particularly gay week had left both girls feeling decidedly\nunwell. Emily complained of headache and neuralgia; Susan had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We all eat too much in this house!\" she said aloud, cheerfully. \"And\nwe don't exercise enough!\" Emily did not answer, merely smiled, as at a\njoke. The subject of diet was not popular with either of the Misses\nSaunders. Emily never admitted that her physical miseries had anything\nto do with her stomach; and Ella, whose bedroom scales exasperated her\nafresh every time she got on them, while making dolorous allusions to\nher own size whenever it pleased her to do so, never allowed anyone", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nelse the privilege. But even with her healthy appetite, and splendid\nconstitution, Susan was unable to eat as both the sisters did. Every\nother day she resolved sternly to diet, and frequently at night she\ncould not sleep for indigestion; but the Saunders home was no\natmosphere for Spartan resolutions, and every meal-time saw Susan's\ncourage defeated afresh. She could have remained away from the table\nwith far less effort than was required, when a delicious dish was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nplaced before her, to send it away untouched. There were four regular\nmeals daily in the Saunders home; the girls usually added a fifth when\nthey went down to the pantries to forage before going to bed; and\ntempting little dishes of candy and candied fruits were set\nunobtrusively on card-tables, on desks, on the piano where the girls\nwere amusing themselves with the songs of the day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a comfortable, care-free life they led, irresponsible beyond any\nof Susan's wildest dreams. She and Emily lounged about their bright,\nwarm apartments, these winter mornings, until nine o'clock, lingered\nover their breakfast--talking, talking and talking, until the\ndining-room clock struck a silvery, sweet eleven; and perhaps drifted\ninto Miss Ella's room for more talk, or amused themselves with Chow\nYew's pidgin English, while he filled vases in one of the pantries. At", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntwelve o'clock they went up to dress for the one o'clock luncheon, an\nelaborate meal at which Mrs. Saunders plaintively commented on the\nsauce Bechamel, Ella reviled the cook, and Kenneth, if he was present,\ndrank a great deal of some charged water from a siphon, or perhaps made\nLizzie or Carrie nearly leap out of their skins by a sudden, terrifying\ninquiry why Miss Brown hadn't been served to salad before he was, or\nperhaps growled at Emily a question as to what the girls had been", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter luncheon, if Kenneth did not want the new motor-car, which was\nsupposed to be his particular affectation, the girls used it, giggling\nin the tonneau at the immobility of Flornoy, the French chauffeur;\notherwise they drove behind the bays, and stopped at some lovely home,\nstanding back from the road behind a sweep of drive, and an avenue of\nshady trees, for tea. Susan could take her part in the tea-time gossip\nnow, could add her surmises and comment to the general gossip, and knew", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwhat the society weeklies meant when they used initials, or alluded to\na \"certain prominent debutante recently returned from an Eastern\nschool.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs the season ripened, she and Emily went to four or five luncheons\nevery week, feminine affairs, with cards or matinee to follow. Dinner\ninvitations were more rare; there were men at the dinners, and the risk\nof boring a partner with Emily's uninteresting little personality was\ntoo great to be often taken. Her poor health served both herself and\nher friends as an excuse. Ella went everywhere, even to the debutante's\naffairs; but Emily was too entirely self-centered to be popular.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe and Susan were a great deal alone. They chattered and laughed\ntogether through shopping trips, luncheons at the clubs, matinees, and\ntrips home on the boat. They bought prizes for Ella's card-parties, or\nengagement cups and wedding-presents for those fortunate girls who\nclaimed the center of the social stage now and then with the\nannouncement of their personal plans. They bought an endless variety of\npretty things for Emily, who prided herself on the fact that she could", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnot bear to have near her anything old or worn or ugly. A thousand\nlittle reminders came to Emily wherever she went of things without\nwhich she could not exist.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What a darling chain that woman's wearing; let's go straight up to\nShreve's and look at chains,\" said Emily, on the boat; or \"White-bait!\nHere it is on this menu. I hadn't thought of it for months! Do remind\nMrs. Pullet to get some!\" or \"Can't you remember what it was Isabel\nsaid that she was going to get? Don't you remember I said I needed it,\ntoo?\"\n\nIf Susan had purchases of her own to make, Emily could barely wait with\npatience until they were completed, before adding:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think I'll have a pair of slippers, too. Something a little nicer\nthan that, please\"; or \"That's going to make up into a dear wrapper for\nyou, Sue,\" she would enthusiastically declare, \"I ought to have another\nwrapper, oughtn't I? Let's go up to Chinatown, and see some of the big\nwadded ones at Sing Fat's. I really need one!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nJust before Christmas, Emily went to the southern part of the state\nwith a visiting cousin from the East, and Susan gladly seized the\nopportunity for a little visit at home. She found herself strangely\nstirred when she went in, from the bright winter sunshine, to the\ndingy, odorous old house, encountering the atmosphere familiar to her\nfrom babyhood, and the unaltered warm embraces of Mary Lou and her\naunt. Before she had hung up her hat and coat, she was swept again into", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe old ways, listening, while she changed her dress, to Mary Lou's\npatient complaints and wistful questions, slipping out to the bakery\njust before dinner to bring home a great paper-bag of hot rolls, and\nending the evening, after a little shopping expedition to Fillmore\nStreet, with solitaire at the dining-room table. The shabbiness and\ndisorder and a sort of material sordidness were more marked than ever,\nbut Susan was keenly conscious of some subtle, touching charm,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunnoticed heretofore, that seemed to flavor the old environment\nto-night. They were very pure and loving and loyal, her aunt and\ncousins, very practically considerate and tender toward each other,\ndespite the flimsy fabric of their absurd dreams; very good, in the\nold-fashioned sense of the term, if not very successful or very clever.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey made much of her coming, rejoiced over her and kissed her as if\nshe never had even in thought neglected them, and exulted innocently in\nthe marvelous delights of her new life. Georgie was driven over from\nthe Mission by her husband, the next day, in Susan's honor, and carried\nthe fat, loppy baby in for so brief a visit that it was felt hardly\nworth while to unwrap and wrap up again little Myra Estelle. Mrs.\nLancaster had previously, with a burst of tears, informed Susan that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGeorgie was looking very badly, and that, nursing that heavy child, she\nshould have been spared more than she was by the doctor's mother and\nthe old servant. But Susan, although finding the young mother pale and\nrather excited, thought that Georgie looked well, and admired with the\nothers her heavy, handsome new suit and the over-trimmed hat that quite\neclipsed her small face. The baby was unmanageable, and roared\nthroughout the visit, to Georgie's distress.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Give her some ninny,\" Mrs. Lancaster suggested, eagerly, but Georgie,\nglancing at the street where Joe was holding the restless black horse\nin check, said nervously that Joe didn't like it until the right time.\nShe presently went out to hand Myra to Susan while she climbed into\nplace, and was followed by a scream from Mrs. Lancaster, who remarked\nlater that seeing the black horse start just as Susan handed the child\nup, she had expected to see them all dashed to pieces.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, Susan, light of my old eyes, had enough of the rotten rich?\"\nasked William Oliver, coming in for a later dinner, on the first night\nof her visit, and jerking her to him for a resounding kiss before she\nhad any idea of his intention.\n\n\"Billy!\" Susan said, mildly scandalized, her eyes on her aunt.\n\n\"Well, well, what's all this!\" Mrs. Lancaster remarked, without alarm.\nWilliam, shaking out his napkin, drawing his chair up to the table, and\nfalling upon his dinner with vigor, demanded:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Come on, now! Tell us all, all!\"\n\nBut Susan, who had been chattering fast enough from the moment of her\narrival, could not seem to get started again. It was indeed a little\ndifficult to continue an enthusiastic conversation, unaffected by his\nrunning fire of comment. For in these days he was drifting rapidly\ntoward a sort of altruistic socialism, and so listened to her recital\nwith sardonic smiles, snorts of scorn, and caustic annotations.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The Carters--ha! That whole bunch ought to be hanged,\" Billy remarked.\n\"All their money comes from the rents of bad houses, and--let me tell\nyou something, when there was a movement made to buy up that Jackson\nStreet block, and turn it into a park, it was old Carter, yes, and his\nwife, too, who refused to put a price on their property!\"\n\n\"Oh, Billy, you don't KNOW that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't? All right, maybe I don't,\" Mr. Oliver returned growlingly to\nhis meal, only to break out a moment later, \"The Kirkwoods! Yes; that's\na rare old bunch! They're still holding the city to the franchise they\nswindled the Government out of, right after the Civil War! Every time\nyou pay taxes--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't pay taxes!\" Susan interrupted frivolously, and resumed her\nglowing account. Billy made no further contribution to the conversation\nuntil he asked some moments later, \"Does old Brock ever tell you about\nhis factories, while he's taking you around his orchid-house? There's a\nman a week killed there, and the foremen tell the girls when they hire\nthem that they aren't expected to take care of themselves on the wages\nthey get!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the night before her return to San Rafael, Mr. Oliver, in his\nnicest mood, took Susan to the Orpheum, and they had fried oysters and\ncoffee in a little Fillmore Street restaurant afterward, Billy\nadmitting with graceful frankness that funds were rather low, and Susan\nreally eager for the old experience and the old sensations. Susan liked\nthe brotherly, clumsy way in which he tried to ascertain, as they sat\nloitering and talking over the little meal, just how much of her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthoughts still went to Peter Coleman, and laughed outright, as soon as\nshe detected his purpose, as only an absolutely heart-free girl could\nlaugh, and laid her hand over his for a little appreciative squeeze\nbefore they dismissed the subject. After that he told her of some of\nhis own troubles, the great burden of the laboring classes that he felt\nrested on his particular back, and his voice rose and he pounded the\ntable as he talked of the other countries of the world, where even", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngreater outrages, or where experimental solutions were in existence.\nSusan brought the conversation to Josephine Carroll, and watched his\nwhole face grow tender, and heard his voice soften, as they spoke of\nher.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No; but is it really and truly serious this time, Bill?\" she asked,\nwith that little thrill of pain that all good sisters know when the\nnews comes.\n\n\"Serious? GOSH!\" said the lover, simply.\n\n\"Engaged?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o. I couldn't very well. I'm in so deep at the works that I may get\nfired any minute. More than that, the boys generally want me to act as\nspokesman, and so I'm a sort of marked card, and I mightn't get in\nanywhere else, very easily. And I couldn't ask Jo to go with me to some\nEastern factory or foundry town, without being pretty sure of a job.\nNo; things are just drifting.\"\n\n\"Well, but Bill,\" Susan said anxiously, \"somebody else will step in if\nyou don't! Jo's such a beauty--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe turned to her almost with a snarl.\n\n\"Well, what do you want me to do? Steal?\" he asked angrily. And then\nsoftening suddenly he added: \"She's young,--the little queen of queens!\"\n\n\"And yet you say you don't want money,\" Susan said, drily, with a shrug\nof her shoulders.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next day she went back to Emily, and again the lazy, comfortable\ndays began to slip by, one just like the other. At Christmas-time Susan\nwas deluged with gifts, the holidays were an endless chain of good\ntimes, the house sweet with violets, and always full of guests and\ncallers; girls in furs who munched candy as they chattered, and young\nmen who laughed and shouted around the punch bowl. Susan and Emily were\ncaught in a gay current that streamed to the club, to talk and drink", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\neggnog before blazing logs, and streamed to one handsome home after\nanother, to talk and drink eggnog before other fires, and to be shown\nand admire beautiful and expensive presents. They bundled in and out of\ncarriages and motors, laughing as they crowded in, and sitting on each\nother's laps, and carrying a chorus of chatter and laughter everywhere.\nSusan would find herself, the inevitable glass in hand, talking hard to\nsome little silk-clad old lady in some softly lighted lovely", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndrawing-room, to be whisked away to some other drawing-room, and to\nanother fireside, where perhaps there was a stocky, bashful girl of\nfourteen to amuse, or somebody's grandfather to interest and smile upon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEverywhere were holly wreaths and lights, soft carpets, fires and rich\ngowns, and everywhere the same display of gold picture frames and\nsilver plates, rock crystal bowls, rugs and cameras and mahogany desks\nand tables, furs and jeweled chains and rings. Everywhere were candies\nfrom all over the world, and fruitcake from London, and marrons and\nsticky candied fruit, and everywhere unobtrusive maids were silently\noffering trays covered with small glasses.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was frankly sick when the new year began, and Emily had several\nheart and nerve attacks, and was very difficult to amuse. But both\ngirls agreed that the holidays had been the \"time of their lives.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was felt by the Saunders family that Susan had shown a very becoming\nspirit in the matter of the Browning dances. Ella, who had at first\nslightly resented the fact that \"Brownie\" had chosen to honor Emily's\npaid companion in so signal a manner, had gradually shifted to the\nopinion that, in doing so, he had no more than confirmed the family's\nopinion of Susan Brown, after all, and shown a very decent\ndiscrimination.\n\n\"No EARTHLY reason why you shouldn't have accepted!\" said Ella.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Duchess,\" said Susan, who sometimes pleased her with this name,\n\"fancy the talk!\"\n\n\"Well,\" drawled Ella, resuming her perusal of a scandalous weekly, \"I\ndon't know that I'm afraid of talk, myself!\"\n\n\"At the same time, El,\" Emily contributed, eagerly, \"you know what a\nfuss they made when Vera Brock brought that Miss De Foe, of New York!\"\n\nElla gave her little sister a very keen look,\n\n\"Vera Brock?\" she said, dreamily, with politely elevated brows.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, of course, I don't take the Brocks seriously--\" Emily began,\nreddening.\n\n\"Well, I should hope you wouldn't, Baby!\" answered the older sister,\npromptly and forcibly. \"Don't make an UTTER fool of yourself!\"\n\nEmily retired into an enraged silence, and a day or two later, Ella, on\na Sunday morning late in February, announced that she was going to\nchaperone both the girls to the Browning dance on the following Friday\nnight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was thrown into a most delightful flutter, longing desperately to\ngo, but chilled with nervousness whenever she seriously thought of it.\nShe lay awake every night anxiously computing the number of her\npossible partners, and came down to breakfast every morning cold with\nthe resolution that she would make a great mistake in exposing herself\nto possible snubbing and neglect. She thought of nothing but the\nBrowning, listened eagerly to what the other girls said of it, her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nheart sinking when Louise Chickering observed that there never were men\nenough at the Brownings, and rising again when Alice Chauncey hardily\nobserved that, if a girl was a good dancer, that was all that mattered,\nshe couldn't help having a good time! Susan knew she danced well--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHowever, Emily succumbed on Thursday to a heart attack. The whole\nhousehold went through its usual excitement, the doctor came, the nurse\nwas hurriedly summoned, Susan removed all the smaller articles from\nEmily's room, and replaced the bed's flowery cover with a sheet, the\ninvalid liking the hospital aspect. Susan was not very much amazed at\nthe suddenness of this affliction; Emily had been notably lacking in\nenthusiasm about the dance, and on Wednesday afternoon, Ella having", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nissued the casual command, \"See if you can't get a man or two to dine\nwith us at the hotel before the dance, Emily; then you girls will be\nsure of some partners, anyway!\" Emily had spent a discouraging hour at\nthe telephone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, George!\" Susan had heard her say gaily. \"This is Emily\nSaunders. George, I rang up because--you know the Browning is Friday\nnight, and Ella's giving me a little dinner at the Palace before\nit--and I wondered--we're just getting it up hurriedly--\" An interval\nof silence on Emily's part would follow, then she would resume,\neagerly, \"Oh, certainly! I'm sorry, but of course I understand. Yes,\nindeed; I'll see you Friday night--\" and the conversation would be\nended.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd, after a moment of silence, she would call another number, and go\nthrough the little conversation again. Susan, filled with apprehensions\nregarding her own partners, could not blame Emily for the heart attack,\nand felt a little vague relief on her own account. Better sure at home\nthan sorry in the dreadful brilliance of a Browning ball!\n\n\"I'm afraid this means no dance!\" murmured Emily, apologetically.\n\n\"As if I cared, Emmy Lou!\" Susan reassured her cheerfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I don't think you would have had a good time, Sue!\" Emily said,\nand the topic of the dance was presumably exhausted.\n\nBut when Ella got home, the next morning, she reopened the question\nwith some heat. Emily could do exactly as Emily pleased, declared Ella,\nbut Susan Brown should and would come to the last Browning.\n\n\"Oh, please, Duchess--!\" Susan besought her.\n\n\"Very well, Sue, if you don't, I'll make that kid so sorry she ever--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, please!--And beside--\" said Susan, \"I haven't anything to wear! So\nthat DOES settle it!\"\n\n\"What were you going to wear?\" demanded Ella, scowling.\n\n\"Em said she'd lend me her white lace.\"\n\n\"Well, that's all right! Gerda'll fix it for you--\"\n\n\"But Emily sent it back to Madame Leonard yesterday afternoon. She\nwanted the sash changed,\" Susan hastily explained.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, she's got other gowns,\" Ella said, with a dangerous glint in her\neyes. \"What about that thing with the Persian embroidery? What about\nthe net one she wore to Isabel's?\"\n\n\"The net one's really gone to pieces, Duchess. It was a flimsy sort of\nthing, anyway. And the Persian one she's only had on twice. When we\nwere talking about it Monday she said she'd rather I didn't--\"\n\n\"Oh, she did? D'ye hear that, Mama?\" Ella asked, holding herself in\ncheck. \"And what about the chiffon?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, Ella, she telephoned Madame this morning not to hurry with that,\nbecause she wasn't going to the dance.\"\n\n\"Was she going to wear it?\"\n\n\"Well, no. But she telephoned Madame just the same--I don't know why\nshe did,\" Susan smiled. \"But what's the difference?\" she ended\ncheerfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Quite a Flora McFlimsey!\" said Mrs. Saunders, with her nervous, shrill\nlittle laugh, adding eagerly to the now thoroughly aroused Ella. \"You\nknow Baby doesn't really go about much, Totty; she hasn't as many gowns\nas you, dear!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now, look here, Mama,\" Ella said, levelly, \"if we can manage to get\nSusan something to wear, well and good; but--if that rotten, selfish,\nnasty kid has really spoiled this whole thing, she'll be sorry! That's\nall. I'd try to get a dress in town, if it wasn't so late! As it is\nI'll telephone Madame about the Persian--\"\n\n\"Oh, honestly, I couldn't! If Emily didn't want me to!\" Susan began,\nscarlet-cheeked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think you're all in a conspiracy to drive me crazy!\" Ella said\nangrily. \"Emily shall ask you just as nicely as she knows how, to\nwear--\"\n\n\"Totty, she's SICK!\" pleaded Emily's mother.\n\n\"Sick! She's chock-full of poison because she never knows when to stop\neating,\" said Kenneth, with fraternal gallantry. He returned to his own\nthoughts, presently adding, \"Why don't you borrow a dress from Isabel?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Isabel?\" Ella considered it, brightened. \"Isabel Wallace,\" she said,\nin sudden approval. \"That's exactly what I'll do!\" And she swept\nmagnificently to the little telephone niche near the dining-room door.\n\"Isabel,\" said she, a moment later, \"this is Mike--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo Susan went to the dance. Miss Isabel Wallace sent over a great box\nof gowns from which she might choose the most effective, and Emily,\nwith a sort of timid sullenness, urged her to go. Ella and her charge\nwent into town in the afternoon, and loitered into the club for tea.\nSusan, whose color was already burning high, and whose eyes were\ndancing, fretted inwardly at Ella's leisurely enjoyment of a second and\na third sup. It was nearly six o'clock, it was after six! Ella seemed", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwilling to delay indefinitely, waiting on the stairs of the club for a\nlong chat with a passing woman, and lingering with various friends in\nthe foyer of the great hotel.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut finally they were in the big bedrooms, with Clemence, Ella's maid,\nin eager and interested attendance. Clemence had laid Susan's delicious\nfrills and laces out upon the bed; Susan's little wrapper was waiting\nher; there was nothing to do now but plunge into the joy of dressing. A\nlarge, placid person known to Susan vaguely as the Mrs. Keith, who had\nbeen twice divorced, had the room next to Ella, and pretty Mary\nPeacock, her daughter, shared Susan's room. The older ladies, assuming", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nloose wrappers, sat gossiping over cocktails and smoking cigarettes,\nand Mary and Susan seized the opportunity to monopolize Clemence.\nClemence arranged Susan's hair, pulling, twisting, flinging hot masses\nover the girl's face, inserting pins firmly, loosening strands with her\nhard little French fingers. Susan had only occasional blinded glimpses\nof her face, one temple bare and bald, the other eclipsed like a\ngipsy's.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look here, Clemence, if I don't like it, out it comes!\" she said.\n\n\"Mais, certainement, ca va sans dire!\" Clemence agreed serenely. Mary\nPeacock, full of amused interest, watched as she rubbed her face and\nthroat with cold cream.\n\n\"I wish I had your neck and shoulders, Miss Brown,\" said Miss Peacock.\n\"I get so sick of high-necked gowns that I'd almost rather stay home!\"\n\n\"Why, you're fatter than I am!\" Susan exclaimed. \"You've got lovely\nshoulders!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, darling!\" Mary said, gushingly. \"And I've got the sort of blood\nthat breaks out, in a hot room,\" she added after a moment, \"don't look\nso scared, it's nothing serious! But I daren't ever take the risk of\nwearing a low gown!\"\n\n\"But how did you get it?\" ejaculated Susan. \"Are you taking something\nfor it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, love,\" Mary continued, in the same, amused, ironic strain,\n\"because I've been traveling about, half my life, to get it cured,\nGermany and France, everywhere! And there ain't no such animal! Isn't\nit lovely?\"\n\n\"But how did you get it?\" Susan innocently persisted. Mary gave her a\nlook half exasperated and half warning; but, when Clemence had stepped\ninto the next room for a moment, she said:\n\n\"Don't be an utter fool! Where do you THINK I got it?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The worst of it is,\" she went on pleasantly, as Clemence came back,\n\"that my father's married again, you know, to the sweetest little thing\nyou ever saw. An only girl, with four or five big brothers, and her\nfather a minister! Well--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Voici!\" exclaimed the maid. And Susan faced herself in the mirror, and\ncould not resist a shamed, admiring smile. But if the smooth rolls and\nthe cunning sweeps and twists of bright hair made her prettier than\nusual, Susan was hardly recognizable when the maid touched lips and\ncheeks with color and eyebrows with her clever pencil. She had thought\nher eyes bright before; now they had a starry glitter that even their\nowner thought effective; her cheeks glowed softly--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here, stop flirting with yourself, and put on your gown, it's after\neight!\" Mary said, and Clemence slipped the fragrant beauty of silk and\nlace over Susan's head, and knelt down to hook it, and pushed it down\nover the hips, and tied the little cord that held the low bodice so\ncharmingly in place. Clemence said nothing when she had finished, nor\ndid Mary, nor did Ella when they presently joined Ella to go\ndownstairs, but Susan was satisfied. It is an unfortunate girl indeed", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey joined the men in the Lounge, and Susan had to go out to dinner,\nif not quite \"on a man's arm,\" as in her old favorite books, at least\nwith her own partner, feeling very awkward, and conscious of shoulders\nand hips as she did so. But she presently felt the influence of the\nlights and music, and of the heating food and wine, and talked and\nlaughed quite at her ease, feeling delightfully like a great lady and a\ngreat beauty. Her dinner partner presently asked her for the \"second\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand the supper dance, and Susan, hoping that she concealed indecent\nrapture, gladly consented. By just so much was she relieved of the\nevening's awful responsibility. She did not particularly admire this\nnice, fat young man, but to be saved from visible unpopularity, she\nwould gladly have danced with the waiter.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was nearer eleven than ten o'clock when they sauntered through\nvarious wide hallways to the palm-decorated flight of stairs that led\ndown to the ballroom. Susan gave one dismayed glance at the brilliant\nsweep of floor as they descended.\n\n\"They're dancing!\" she ejaculated,--late, and a stranger, what chance\nhad she!\n\n\"Gosh, you're crazy about it, aren't you?\" grinned her partner, Mr.\nTeddy Carpenter. \"Don't you care, they've just begun. Want to finish\nthis with me?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Susan was greeting the host, who stood at the foot of the stairs, a\nfat, good-natured little man, beaming at everyone out of small\ntwinkling blue eyes, and shaking hands with the debutantes while he\nspoke to their mothers over their shoulders.\n\n\"Hello, Brownie!\" Ella said, affectionately. \"Where's everybody?\"\n\nMr. Browning flung his fat little arms in the air.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't know,\" he said, in humorous distress. \"The girls appear to be\nholding a meeting over there in the dressing-room, and the men are in\nthe smoker! I'm going to round 'em up! How do you do, Miss Brown? Gad,\nyou look so like your aunt,--and she WAS a beauty, Ella!--that I could\nkiss you for it, as I did her once!\"\n\n\"My aunt has black hair and brown eyes, Miss Ella, and weighs one\nhundred and ninety pounds!\" twinkled Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Kiss her again for that, Brownie, and introduce me,\" said a tall,\nyoung man at the host's side easily. \"I'm going to have this, aren't I,\nMiss Brown? Come on, they're just beginning--\"\n\nOff went Susan, swept deliciously into the tide of enchanting music and\nmotion. She wasn't expected to talk, she had no time to worry, she\ncould dance well, and she did.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nKenneth Saunders came up in the pause before the dance was encored, and\nasked for the \"next but one,\"--there were no cards at the Brownings;\nall over the hall girls were nodding over their partners' shoulders, in\nanswer to questions, \"Next, Louise?\" \"Next waltz--one after that,\nthen?\" \"I'm next, remember!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nKenneth brought a bashful blonde youth with him, who instantly claimed\nthe next dance. He did not speak to Susan again until it was over,\nwhen, remarking simply, \"God, that was life!\" he asked for the third\nensuing, and surrendered Susan to some dark youth unknown, who said,\n\"Ours? Now, don't say no, for there's suicide in my blood, girl, and\nI'm a man of few words!\"\n\n\"I am honestly all mixed up!\" Susan laughed. \"I think this is\npromised--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt didn't appear to matter. The dark young man took the next two, and\nSusan found herself in the enchanting position of a person reproached\nby disappointed partners. Perhaps there were disappointed and unpopular\ngirls at the dance, perhaps there was heart-burning and disappointment\nand jealousy; she saw none of it. She was passed from hand to hand,\ncomplimented, flirted with, led into the little curtained niches where\nshe could be told with proper gravity of the feelings her wit and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbeauty awakened in various masculine hearts. By twelve o'clock Susan\nwished that the ball would last a week, she was borne along like a\nfeather on its glittering and golden surface.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nElla was by this time passionately playing the new and fascinating game\nof bridge whist, in a nearby room, but Browning was still busy, and\npresently he came across the floor to Susan, and asked her for a\ndance--an honor for which she was entirely unprepared, for he seldom\ndanced, and one that she was quick enough to accept at once.\n\n\"Perhaps you've promised the next?\" said Browning.\n\n\"If I have,\" said the confident Susan, \"I hereby call it off.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" he said smilingly, pleased. And although he did not finish the\ndance, and they presently sat down together, she knew that it had been\nthe evening's most important event.\n\n\"There's a man coming over from the club, later,\" said Mr. Browning,\n\"he's a wonderful fellow! Writer, and a sort of cousin of Ella Saunders\nby the way, or else his wife is. He's just on from New York, and for a\nsort of rest, and he may go on to Japan for his next novel. Very\nremarkable fellow!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A writer?\" Susan looked interested.\n\n\"Yes, you know him, of course. Bocqueraz--that's who it is!\"\n\n\"Not Stephen Graham Bocqueraz!\" ejaculated Susan, round-eyed.\n\n\"Yes--yes!\" Mr. Browning liked her enthusiasm.\n\n\"But is he here?\" Susan asked, almost reverently. \"Why, I'm perfectly\ncrazy about his books!\" she confided. \"Why--why--he's about the biggest\nthere IS!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, he writes good stuff,\" the man agreed. \"Well, now, don't you miss\nmeeting him! He'll be here directly,\" his eyes roved to the stairway, a\nfew feet from where they were sitting. \"Here he is now!\" said he. \"Come\nnow, Miss Brown---\"\n\n\"Oh, honestly! I'm scared--I don't know what to say!\" Susan said in a\npanic. But Browning's fat little hand was firmly gripped over hers and\nshe went with him to meet the two or three men who were chatting\ntogether as they came slowly, composedly, into the ball-room.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFrom among them she could instantly pick the writer, even though all\nthree were strangers, and although, from the pictures she had seen of\nhim, she had always fancied that Stephen Bocqueraz was a large,\nathletic type of man, instead of the erect and square-built gentleman\nwho walked between the other two taller men. He was below the average\nheight, certainly, dark, clean-shaven, bright-eyed, with a thin-lipped,\nwide, and most expressive mouth, and sleek hair so black as to make his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nevening dress seem another color. He was dressed with exquisite\nprecision, and with one hand he constantly adjusted and played with the\nround black-rimmed glasses that hung by a silk ribbon about his neck.\nSusan knew him, at this time, to be about forty-five, perhaps a little\nless. If her very first impression was that he was both affected and\nwell aware of his attractiveness, her second conceded that here was a\nman who could make any affectation charming, and not the less", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And what do I do, Mr. Br-r-rowning,\" asked Mr. Bocqueraz with pleasant\nprecision, \"when I wish to monopolize the company of a very charming\nyoung lady, at a dance, and yet, not dancing, cannot ask her to be my\npartner?\"\n\n\"The next is the supper dance,\" suggested Susan, dimpling, \"if it isn't\ntoo bold to mention it!\"\n\nHe flashed her an appreciative look, the first they had really\nexchanged.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Supper it is,\" he said gravely, offering her his arm. But Browning\ndelayed him for a few introductions first; and Susan stood watching\nhim, and thinking him very distinguished, and that to study a really\ngreat man, so pleasantly at her ease, was very thrilling. Presently he\nturned to her again, and they went in to supper; to Susan it was all\nlike an exciting dream. They chose a little table in the shallow angle\nof a closed doorway, and watched the confusion all about them; and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, warmed by the appreciative eyes so near her, found herself\ntalking quite naturally, and more than once was rewarded by the\nwriter's unexpected laughter. She asked him if Mrs. Bocqueraz and his\ndaughter were with him, and he said no, not on this particular trip.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Julie and her mother are in Europe,\" he said, with just a suggestion\nof his Spanish grandfather in his clean-clipped speech. \"Julie left\nMiss Bence's School at seventeen, had a coming-out party in our city\nhouse the following winter. Now it seems Europe is the thing. Mrs.\nBocqueraz likes to do things systematically, and she told me, before\nJulie was out of the nursery, that she thought it was very nice for a\ngirl to marry in her second winter in society, after a European trip. I", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"To whom?\" said Susan, laughing at his precise, re-signed tone.\n\n\"That I don't know,\" said Stephen Bocqueraz, with a twinkle in his eye,\n\"nor does Julie, I fancy. But undoubtedly her mother does!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here is somebody coming over for a dance, I suppose!\" he said after a\nfew moments, and Susan was flattered by the little hint of regret in\nhis tone. But the newcomer was Peter Coleman, and the emotion of\nmeeting him drove every other thought out of her head. She did not\nrise, as she gave him her hand; the color flooded her face.\n\n\"Susan, you little turkey-buzzard--\" It was the old Peter!--\"where've\nyou been all evening? The next for me!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mr. Bocqueraz, Mr. Coleman,\" Susan said, with composure, \"Peter, Mr.\nStephen Graham Bocqueraz.\"\n\nEven to Peter the name meant something.\n\n\"Why, Susan, you little grab-all!\" he accused her vivaciously. \"How\ndare you monopolize a man like Mr. Bocqueraz for the whole supper\ndance! I'll bet some of those women are ready to tear your eyes out!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've been doing the monopolizing,\" Mr. Bocqueraz said, turning a\nrather serious look from Peter, to smile with sudden brightness at\nSusan. \"When I find a young woman at whose christening ALL the fairies\ncame to dance,\" he added, \"I always do all the monopolizing I can!\nHowever, if you have a prior claim--\"\n\n\"But he hasn't!\" Susan said, smilingly. \"I'm engaged ten deep,\" she\nadded pleasantly to Peter. \"Honestly, I haven't half a dance left! I\nstole this.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, I won't stand for it,\" Peter said, turning red.\n\n\"Come, it seems to me Mr. Coleman deserves something!\" Stephen\nBocqueraz smiled. And indeed Peter looked bigger and happier and\nhandsomer than ever.\n\n\"Not from me,\" Susan persisted, quietly pleasant. Peter stood for a\nmoment or two, not quite ready to laugh, not willing to go away. Susan\nbusied herself with her salad, stared dreamily across the room. And\npresently he departed after exchanging a few commonplaces with\nBocqueraz.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had been wishing to make some sort of definite impression upon\nMr. Stephen Graham Bocqueraz; wishing to remain in his mind as\nseparated from the other women he had met to-night. Suddenly she saw\nthis as her chance, and she took him somewhat into her confidence. She\ntold him of her old office position, and of her aunt, and of Peter, and\nthat she was now Emily Saunders' paid companion, and here only as a\nsort of Cinderella.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNever did any girl, flushing, dimpling, shrugging her shoulders over\nsuch a recital, have a more appreciative listener. Stephen Bocqueraz's\nsympathetic look met hers whenever she looked up; he nodded, agreed,\nfrowned thoughtfully or laughed outright. They sat through the next\ndance, and through half the next, hidden in one of the many diminutive\n\"parlors\" that surrounded the ball-room, and when Susan was surrendered\nto an outraged partner she felt that she and the great man were fairly", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Remember Stephen Bocqueraz that Brownie introduced to you just before\nsupper?\" asked Ella, as they went home, yawning, sleepy and headachy,\nthe next day. Ella had been playing cards through the supper hour.\n\n\"Perfectly!\" Susan answered, flushing and smiling.\n\n\"You must have made a hit,\" Ella remarked, \"because--I'm giving him a\nbig dinner on Tuesday, at the Palace--and when I talked to him he asked\nif you would be there. Well, I'm glad you had a nice time, kiddy, and\nwe'll do it again!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had thanked her gratefully more than once, but she thanked her\nagain now. She felt that she truly loved Ella, so big and good natured\nand kind.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily was a little bit cold when Susan told her about the ball, and the\ncompanion promptly suppressed the details of her own successes, and\nconfined her recollections to the girls who had asked for Emily, and to\ngeneralities. Susan put her wilting orchids in water, and went dreamily\nthrough the next two or three days, recovering from the pleasure and\nexcitement. It was almost a week before Emily was quite herself again;\nthen, when Isabel Wallace came running in to Emily's sick-room to beg", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Isabel's a dear,\" said Emily, contentedly settling down with the\nIndian bead-work in which she and Susan had had several lessons, and\nwith which they filled some spare time, \"but she's not a leader. I took\nyou up, so now Isabel does! I knew--I felt sure that, if Ella let you\nborrow that dress, Isabel would begin to patronize you!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was just one of Emily's nasty speeches, and Emily really wasn't\nwell, so Susan reminded herself, when the hot, angry color burned in\nher face, and an angry answer came to her mind. What hurt most was that\nit was partly true; Emily HAD taken her up, and, when she ceased to be\nall that Emily required of sympathy and flattery and interest, Emily\nwould find someone else to fill Miss Brown's place. Without Emily she\nwas nobody, and it did not console Susan to reflect that, had Emily's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfortune been hers and Emily in her position, the circumstances would be\nexactly reversed. Just the accident of having money would have made\nMiss Brown the flattered and admired, the safe and secure one; just the\nnot having it would have pushed Emily further even than Susan was from\nthe world of leisure and beauty and luxury.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This world IS money!\" thought Susan, when she saw the head-waiter come\nforward so smilingly to meet Ella and herself at the Palm Garden; when\nLeonard put off a dozen meekly enduring women to finish Miss Emily\nSaunders' gown on time; when the very sexton at church came hurrying to\nescort Mrs. Saunders and herself through the disappointed crowds in the\naisles, and establish them in, and lock them in, the big empty pew. The\nnewspapers gave half a column of blame to the little girl who tried to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsteal a two-dollar scarf from the Emporium, but there was nothing but\nadmiration for Ella on the day when she and a twenty-year-old boy, for\na wager, led a woolly white toy lamb, a lamb costing twenty-five\ndollars, through the streets, from the club to the Palace Hotel. The\npapers were only deeply interested and amused when Miss Elsa Chisholm\ngave a dinner to six favorite riding-horses, who were entertained in\nthe family dining-room after a layer of tan-bark had been laid on the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfloor, and fed by their owners from specially designed leather bags and\nboxes; and they merely reported the fact that Miss Dolly Ripley had\nfound so unusual an intelligence in her gardener that she had deeded to\nhim her grandfather's eighty-thousand-dollar library. \"He really has\never so much better brains than I have, don't you know?\" said Miss\nRipley to the press.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn return for the newspapers' indulgent attitude, however, they were\nshown no clemency by the Saunders and the people of their set. On a\ncertain glorious, golden afternoon in May, Susan, twisting a card that\nbore the name of Miss Margaret Summers, representing the CHRONICLE,\nwent down to see the reporter. The Saunders family hated newspaper\nnotoriety, but it was a favorite saying that since the newspapers would\nprint things anyway, they might as well get them straight, and Susan", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHowever, the young woman who rose when Susan went into the drawing-room\nwas not in search of news. Her young, pretty face was full of distress.\n\n\"Miss Saunders?\" asked she.\n\n\"I'm Miss Brown,\" Susan said. \"Miss Saunders is giving a card-party and\nI am to act for her.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Summers, beginning her story, also began to cry. She was the\nsociety editor, she explained, and two weeks before she had described\nin her column a luncheon given by Miss Emily Saunders. Among the list\nof guests she had mentioned Miss Carolyn Seymour.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Not Carolyn Seymour!\" said Susan, shocked. \"Why, she never is here!\nThe Seymours---\" she shook her head. \"I know people do accept them,\"\nsaid Susan, \"but the Saunders don't even know them! They're not in the\nbest set, you know, they're really hardly in society at all!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I know NOW,\" Miss Summers said miserably. \"But all the other\ngirls--this year's debutantes--were there, and I had to guess at most\nof the names, and I chanced it! Fool that I was!\" she interrupted\nherself bitterly. \"Well, the next day, while I was in the office, my\ntelephone rang. It was Thursday, and I had my Sunday page to do, and I\nwas just RUSHING, and I had a bad cold,--I've got it yet. So I just\nsaid, 'What is it?' rather sharply, you know, and a voice said, in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbusinesslike sort of way, 'How did you happen to put Miss Carolyn\nSeymour's name on Miss Emily Saunders' lunch list?' I never dreamed\nthat it was Miss Saunders; how should I? She didn't say 'I' or 'me' or\nanything--just that. So I said, 'Well, is it a matter of international\nimportance?'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ouch!\" said Susan, wincing, and shaking a doubtful head.\n\n\"I know, it was awful!\" the other girl agreed eagerly. \"But--\" her\nanxious eyes searched Susan's face. \"Well; so the next day Mr. Brice\ncalled me into the office, and showed me a letter from Miss Ella\nSaunders, saying--\" and Miss Summers began to cry again. \"And I can't\ntell Mamma!\" she sobbed. \"My brother's been so ill, and I was so proud\nof my position!\"\n\n\"Do you mean they--FIRED you?\" Susan asked, all sympathy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He said he'd have to!\" gulped Miss Summers, with a long sniff. \"He\nsaid that Saunders and Babcock advertise so much with them, and that,\nif she wasn't appeased somehow--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, now, I'll tell you,\" said Susan, ringing for tea, \"I'll wait\nuntil Miss Saunders is in a good mood, and then I'll do the very best I\ncan for you. You know, a thing like that seems small, but it's just the\nsort of thing that is REALLY important,\" she pursued, consolingly. She\nhad quite cheered her caller before the tea-cups were emptied, but she\nwas anything but hopeful of her mission herself.\n\nAnd Ella justified her misgivings when the topic was tactfully opened\nthe next day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm sorry for the little thing,\" said Ella, briskly, \"but she\ncertainly oughtn't to have that position if she doesn't know better\nthan that! Carolyn Seymour in this house--I never heard of such a\nthing! I was denying it all the next day at the club and it's extremely\nunpleasant. Besides,\" added Ella, reddening, \"she was extremely\nimpertinent about it when I telephoned---\"\n\n\"Duchess, she didn't dream it was you! She only said that she didn't\nknow it was so important---\" Susan pleaded.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" interrupted Miss Saunders, in a satisfied and final tone, \"next\ntime perhaps she WILL know who it is, and whether it is important or\nnot! Sue, while you're there at the desk,\" she added, \"will you write\nto Mrs. Bergess, Mrs. Gerald Florence Bergess, and tell her that I\nlooked at the frames at Gump's for her prizes, and they're lovely, from\nfourteen up, and that I had him put three or four aside---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter the dance Peter began to call rather frequently at \"High\nGardens,\" a compliment which Emily took entirely to herself, and to\nescort the girls about on their afternoon calls, or keep them and Ella,\nand the old mistress of the house as well, laughing throughout the late\nand formal dinner. Susan's reserve and her resolutions melted before\nthe old charm; she had nothing to gain by snubbing him; it was much\npleasanter to let by-gones be by-gones, and enjoy the moment. Peter had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nevery advantage; if she refused him her friendship a hundred other\ngirls were only too eager to fill her place, so she was gay and\ncompanionable with him once more, and extracted a little fresh flavor\nfrom the friendship in Emily's unconsciousness of the constant\ninterchange of looks and inflections that went on between Susan and\nPeter over her head. Susan sometimes thought of Mrs. Carroll's old\ncomment on the popularity of the absorbed and busy girl when she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrealized that Peter was trying in vain to find time for a personal word\nwith her, or was resenting her interest in some other caller, while she\nleft Emily to him. She was nearer to Peter than ever, a thousand times\nmore sure of herself, and, if she would still have married him, she was\nfar less fond of him than she had been years ago.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan asked him some questions, during one idle tea-time, of Hunter,\nBaxter & Hunter. His uncle had withdrawn from the firm now, he told\nher, adding with characteristic frankness that in his opinion \"the old\nguy got badly stung.\" The Baxter home had been sold to a club; the old\npeople had found the great house too big for them and were established\nnow in one of the very smartest of the new apartment houses that were\nbeginning to be built in San Francisco. Susan called, with Emily, upon", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Baxter, and somehow found the old lady's personality as curiously\nshrunk, in some intangible way, as was her domestic domain in\nactuality. Mrs. Baxter, cackling emphatically and disapprovingly of the\nworld in general, fussily accompanying them to the elevator, was merely\na rather tiresome and pitiful old woman, very different from the\ndelicate little grande dame of Susan's recollection. Ella reported the\nBaxter fortune as sadly diminished, but there were still maids and the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfaithful Emma; there were still the little closed carriage and the\nsemi-annual trip to Coronado. Nor did Peter appear to have suffered\nfinancially in any way; although Mrs. Baxter had somewhat fretfully\nconfided to the girls that his uncle had suggested that it was time\nthat Peter stood upon his own feet; and that Peter accordingly had\nentered into business relations with a certain very wealthy firm of\ngrain brokers. Susan could not imagine Peter as actively involved in", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nany very lucrative deals, but Peter spent a great deal of money, never\ndenied himself anything, and took frequent and delightful vacations.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe took Emily and Susan to polo and tennis games, and, when the season\nat the hotel opened, they went regularly to the dances. In July Peter\nwent to Tahoe, where Mrs. Saunders planned to take the younger girls\nlater for at least a few weeks' stay. Ella chaperoned them to\nBurlingame for a week of theatricals; all three staying with Ella's\nfriend, Mrs. Keith, whose daughter, Mary Peacock, had also Dolly Ripley\nand lovely Isabel Wallace for her guests. Little Constance Fox,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nvisiting some other friends nearby, was in constant attendance upon\nMiss Ripley, and Susan thought the relationship between them an\nextraordinary study; Miss Ripley bored, rude, casual, and Constance\nincreasingly attentive, eager, admiring.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"When are you going to come and spend a week with me?\" drawled Miss\nRipley to Susan.\n\n\"You'll have the loveliest time of your life!\" Connie added,\nbrilliantly. \"Be sure you ask me for that week, Dolly!\"\n\n\"We'll write you about it,\" Miss Ripley said lazily, and Constance,\nputting the best face she could upon the little slight, slapped her\nhand playfully, and said:\n\n\"Oh, aren't you mean!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Dolly takes it so for granted that I'm welcome at her house at ANY\ntime,\" said Constance to Susan, later, \"that she forgets how rude a\nthing like that can sound!\" She had followed Susan into her own room,\nand now stood by the window, looking down a sun-steeped vista of lovely\nroads and trees and gardens with a discontented face. Susan, changing\nher dress for an afternoon on the tennis-courts, merely nodded\nsympathetically.\n\n\"Lord, I would like to go this afternoon!\" added Constance, presently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Aren't you going over for the tennis?\" Susan asked in amazement. For\nthe semi-finals of the tournament were to be played on this glorious\nafternoon, and there would be a brilliant crowd on the courts and tea\nat the club to follow.\n\n\"No; I can't!\" Miss Fox said briefly. \"Tell everyone that I'm lying\ndown with a terrible headache, won't you?\"\n\n\"But why?\" asked Susan. For the headache was obviously a fiction.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You know that mustard- linen with the black embroidery that\nDolly's worn once or twice, don't you?\" asked Connie, with apparent\nirrelevancy.\n\nSusan nodded, utterly at a loss.\n\n\"Well, she gave it to me to-day, and the hat and the parasol,\" said\nConstance, with a sort of resigned bitterness. \"She said she had got\nthe outfit at Osbourne's, last month, and she thought it would look\nstunning on me, and wouldn't I like to wear it to the club this\nafternoon?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well--?\" Susan said, as the other paused. \"Why not?\"\n\n\"Oh, why not!\" echoed Connie, with mild exasperation. \"Don't be a\ndamned fool!\"\n\n\"Oh, I see!\" Susan said, enlightened. \"Everybody knows it's Miss\nRipley's, of course! She probably didn't think of that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She probably did!\" responded Connie, with a rather dry laugh.\n\"However, the fact remains that she'll take it out of me if I go and\ndon't wear it, and Mamma never will forgive me if I do! So, I came in\nto borrow a book. Of course, Susan, I've taken things from Dolly Ripley\nbefore, and I probably will again,\" she added, with the nearest\napproach to a sensible manner that Susan had ever seen in her, \"but\nthis is going a little TOO far!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd, borrowing a book, she departed, leaving Susan to finish her\ndressing in a very sober frame of mind. She wondered if her\nrelationship toward Emily could possibly impress any outsider as\nConnie's attitude toward Dolly Ripley impressed her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWith Isabel Wallace she began, during this visit, the intimate and\ndelightful friendship for which they two had been ready for a long\ntime. Isabel was two years older than Susan, a beautiful, grave-eyed\nbrunette, gracious in manner, sweet of voice, the finest type that her\nclass and environment can produce. Isabel was well read, musical,\ntraveled; she spoke two or three languages besides her mother tongue.\nShe had been adored all her life by three younger brothers, by her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncharming and simple, half-invalid mother, and her big, clever father,\nand now, all the girls were beginning to suspect, was also adored by\nthe very delightful Eastern man who was at present Mrs. Butler Holmes'\nguest in Burlingame, and upon whom all of them had been wasting their\nprettiest smiles. John Furlong was college-bred, young, handsome, of a\nrich Eastern family, in every way a suitable husband for the beautiful\nwoman with whom he was so visibly falling in love.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan watched the little affair with a heartache, not all unworthy. She\ndidn't quite want to be Isabel, or want a lover quite like John. But\nshe did long for something beautiful and desirable all her own; it was\nhard to be always the outsider, always alone. When she thought of\nIsabel's father and mother, their joy in her joy, her own pleasure in\npleasing them, a thrill of pain shook her. If Isabel was all grateful,\nall radiant, all generous, she, Susan, could have been graceful and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nradiant and generous too! She lay awake in the soft summer nights,\nthinking of what John would say to Isabel, and what Isabel, so lovely\nand so happy, would reply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue, you will know how wonderful it is when it comes to you!\" Isabel\nsaid, on the last night of their Burlingame visit, when she gave Susan\na shy hint that it was \"all RIGHT,\" if a profound secret still.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girls did not stay for the theatricals, after all. Emily was deeply\ndisgusted at being excluded from some of the ensembles in which she had\nhoped to take part and, on the very eve of the festivities, she became\nalarmingly ill, threw Mrs. Keith's household into utter consternation\nand confusion, and was escorted home immediately by Susan and a trained\nnurse.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBack at \"High Gardens,\" they settled down contentedly enough to the\nfamiliar routine. Emily spent two-thirds of the time in bed, but Susan,\nfired by Isabel Wallace's example, took regular exercises now, airing\nthe dogs or finding commissions to execute for Emily or Mrs. Saunders,\nmade radical changes in her diet, and attempted, with only partial\nsuccess, to confine her reading to improving books. A relative had sent\nEmily the first of the new jig-saw puzzles from New York, and Emily had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nimmediately wired for more. She and Susan spent hours over them; they\nbecame in fact an obsession, and Susan began to see jig-saw divisions:\nin everything her eye rested on; the lawn, the clouds, or the\ndrawing-room walls.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes Kenneth joined them, and Susan knew that it was on her\naccount. She was very demure with him; her conversation for Emily, her\neyes all sisterly unembarrassment when they met his. Mrs. Saunders was\nnot well, and kept to her room, so that more than once Susan dined\nalone with the man of the house. When this happened Kenneth would bring\nhis chair down from the head of the table and set it next to hers. He\ncalled her \"Tweeny\" for some favorite character in a play, brought her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsome books she had questioned him about, asked her casually, on the\ndays she went to town for Emily, at what time she would come back, and\njoined her on the train.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had thought of him as a husband, as she thought of every\nunattached man, the instant she met him. But the glamour of those early\nviews of Kenneth Saunders had been somewhat dimmed, and since her\narrival at \"High Gardens\" she had tried rather more not to displease\nthis easily annoyed member of the family, than to make a definite\npleasant impression upon him. Now, however, she began seriously to\nconsider him. And it took her a few brief moments only to decide that,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nif he should ask her, she would be mad to refuse to become his wife. He\nwas probably as fine a match as offered itself at the time in all San\nFrancisco's social set, good-looking, of a suitable age, a gentleman,\nand very rich. He was so rich and of so socially prominent a family\nthat his wife need never trouble herself with the faintest thought of\nher own standing; it would be an established fact, supreme and\nirrefutable. Beside him Peter Coleman was a poor man, and even Isabel's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nJohn paled socially and financially. Kenneth Saunders would be a\nbrilliant \"catch\" for any girl; for little Susan Brown--it would be a\nveritable triumph!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's heart warmed as she thought of the details. There would be a\ndignified announcement from Mrs. Saunders. Then,--Babel! Telephoning,\nnotes, telegrams! Ella would of course do the correct thing; there\nwould be a series of receptions and dinners; there would be formal\naffairs on all sides. The newspapers would seize upon it; the family\njewels would be reset; the long-stored silver resurrected. There would\nbe engagement cups and wedding-presents, and a trip East, and the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ninstant election of young Mrs. Saunders to the Town and Country Club.\nAnd, in all the confusion, the graceful figure of the unspoiled little\ncompanion would shine serene, poised, gracious, prettily deferential to\nboth the sisters-in-law of whom she now, as a matron, took precedence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nKenneth Saunders was no hero of romance; he was at best a little silent\nand unresponsive; he was a trifle bald; his face, Susan had thought at\nfirst sight, indicated weakness and dissipation. But it was a very\nhandsome face withal, and, if silent, Kenneth could be very dignified\nand courteous in his manner; \"very much the gentleman,\" Susan said to\nherself, \"always equal to the situation\"!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOther things, more serious things, she liked to think she was woman of\nthe world enough to condone. He drank to excess, of course; no woman\ncould live in the same house with him and remain unaware of that; Susan\nhad often heard him raging in the more intense stages approaching\ndelirium tremens. There had been other things, too;--women, but Susan\nhad only a vague idea of just what that meant, and Kenneth's world\nresolutely made light of it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ken's no molly-coddle!\" Ella had said to her complacently, in\nconnection with this topic, and one of Ella's closest friends had\nadded, \"Oh, Heaven save me from ever having one of my sons afraid to go\nout and do what the other boys do. Let 'em sow their wild oats, they're\nall the sooner over it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo Susan did not regard this phase of his nature very seriously. Indeed\nhis mother often said wailingly that, if Kenneth could only find some\n\"fine girl,\" and settle down, he would be the steadiest and best fellow\nin the world. It was Mrs. Saunders who elucidated the last details of a\ncertain episode of Kenneth's early life for Susan. Emily had spoken of\nit, and Ella had once or twice alluded to it, but from them Susan only\ngathered that Kenneth, in some inexplicable and outrageous way, had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbeen actually arrested for something that was not in the least his\nfault, and held as a witness in a murder case. He had been but\ntwenty-two years old at the time, and, as his sisters indignantly\nagreed, it had ruined his life for years following, and Ken should have\nsued the person or persons who had dared to involve the son of the\nhouse of Saunders in so disgraceful and humiliating an affair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It was in one of those bad houses, my dear,\" Mrs. Saunders finally\ncontributed, \"and poor Ken was no worse than the thousands of other men\nwho frequent 'em! Of course, it's terrible from a woman's point of\nview, but you know what men are! And when this terrible thing happened,\nKen wasn't anywhere near--didn't know one thing about it until a great\nbig brute of a policeman grabbed hold of his arm---! And of course the\nnewspapers mentioned my poor boy's name in connection with it, far and\nwide!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter that Kenneth had gone abroad for a long time, and whether the\ntrained nurse who had at that time entered his life was really a nurse,\nor whether she had merely called herself one, Susan could not quite\nascertain. Either the family had selected this nurse, to take care of\nKenneth who was not well at the time, or she had joined him later and\ntraveled with him as his nurse. Whatever it was, the association had\nlasted two or three years, and then Kenneth had come home, definitely", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndisenchanted with women in general and woman in particular, and had\nsettled down into the silent, cynical, unresponsive man that Susan\nknew. If he ever had any experiences whatever with the opposite sex\nthey were not of a nature to be mentioned before his sisters and his\nmother. He scorned all the women of Ella's set, and was bitingly\ncritical of Emily's friends.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne night, lying awake, Susan thought that she heard a dim commotion\nfrom the direction of the hallway--Kenneth's voice, Ella's voice, high\nand angry, some unfamiliar feminine voice, hysterical and shrill, and\nMrs. Saunders, crying out: \"Tottie, don't speak that way to Kennie!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut before she could rouse herself fully, Mycroft's soothing tones\ndrowned out the other voices; there was evidently a truce. The episode\nended a few moments later with the grating of carriage wheels on the\ndrive far below, and Susan was not quite sure, the next morning, that\nit had been more than a dream.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Kenneth's history, summed up, was not a bit less edifying, was not\nindeed half as unpleasant, as that of many of the men, less rich and\nless prominent than he, who were marrying lovely girls everywhere, with\nthe full consent and approval of parents and guardians. Susan had seen\nthe newspaper accounts of the debauch that preceded young Harry van\nVleet's marriage only by a few hours; had seen the bridegroom, still\nwhite-faced and shaking, lead away from the altar one of the sweetest", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof the debutantes. She had heard Rose St. John's mother say pleasantly\nto Rose's promised husband, \"I asked your Chinese boy about those\nlittle week-end parties at your bungalow, Russell; I said, 'Yoo, were\nthey pretty ladies Mr. Russ used to have over there?' But he only said\n'No can 'member!'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd, after all, Susan thought, looking on, Russell Lord was not as bad\nas the oldest Gerald boy, who married an Eastern girl, an heiress and a\nbeauty, in spite of the fact that his utter unfitness for marriage was\nwritten plain in his face; or as bad as poor Trixie Chauncey's husband,\nwho had entirely disappeared from public view, leaving the buoyant\nTrixie to reconcile two infant sons to the unknown horrors and dangers\nof the future.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIf Kenneth drank, after his marriage, Mycroft would take care of him,\nas he did now; but Susan honestly hoped that domesticity, for which\nKenneth seemed to have a real liking, would affect him in every way for\ngood. She had not that horror of drink that had once been hers.\nEverybody drank, before dinner, with dinner, after dinner. It was\ncustomary to have some of the men brighten under it, some overdo it,\nsome remain quite sober in spite of it. Susan and Emily, like all the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngirls they knew, frequently ordered cocktails instead of afternoon tea,\nwhen, as it might happen, they were in the Palace or the new St.\nFrancis. The cocktails were served in tea-cups, the waiter gravely\npassed sugar and cream with them; the little deception was immensely\nenjoyed by everyone. \"Two in a cup, Martini,\" Emily would say, settling\ninto her seat, and the waiter would look deferentially at Susan, \"The\nsame, madam?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a different world from her old world; it used a different\nlanguage, lived by another code. None of her old values held here;\nthings she had always thought quite permissible were unforgivable sins;\nthings at which Auntie would turn pale with horror were a quietly\naccepted part of every-day life. No story was too bad for the women to\ntell over their tea-cups, or in their boudoirs, but if any little\nordinary physical misery were alluded to, except in the most flippant", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nway, such as the rash on a child's stomach, or the preceding\ndiscomforts of maternity, there was a pained and disgusted silence, and\nan open snub, if possible, for the woman so crude as to introduce the\ndistasteful topic.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan saw good little women ostracized for the fact that their husbands\ndid not appear at ease in evening dress, for their evident respect for\ntheir own butlers, or for their mere eagerness to get into society. On\nthe other hand, she saw warmly accepted and admired the beautiful Mrs.\nNokesmith, who had married her second husband the day after her release\nfrom her first, and pretty Beulah Garrett, whose father had swindled a\nhundred trusting friends out of their entire capital, and Mrs. Lawrence", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEdwards, whose oldest son had just had a marriage, contracted with a\nBarbary Coast woman while he was intoxicated, canceled by law. Divorce\nand disease, and dishonesty and insanity did not seem so terrible as\nthey once had; perhaps because they were never called by their real\nnames. The insane were beautifully cared for and safely out of sight;\nto disease no allusion was ever made; dishonesty was carried on in\nmysterious business avenues far from public inspection and public", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthought; and, as Ella once pointed out, the happiest people in society\nwere those who had been married unhappily, divorced, and more\nfortunately mated a second time. All the married women Ella knew had\n\"crushes\"--young men who lounged in every afternoon for tea and\ncigarettes and gossip, and filled chairs at dinner parties, and formed\na background in a theater box. Sometimes one or two matrons and their\nadmirers, properly chaperoned, or in safe numbers, went off on motoring", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntrips, and perhaps encountered, at the Del Monte or Santa Cruz hotels\ntheir own husbands, with the women that they particularly admired.\nNothing was considered quite so pitiful as the wife who found this\narrangement at all distressing. \"It's always all right,\" said Ella,\nbroadly, to Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the autumn Susan went home for a week, for the Lancaster family was\nconvulsed by the prospect of Alfie's marriage to a little nobody whose\nfather kept a large bakery in the Mission, and Susan was needed to\nbrace Alfred's mother for the blow. Mary Lou's old admirer and his\nlittle, invalid wife, were staying at the house now, and Susan found\n\"Ferd\" a sad blow to her old romantic vision of him: a stout, little,\nruddy-cheeked man, too brilliantly dressed, with hair turning gray, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nan offensive habit of attacking the idle rich for Susan's benefit, and\ndilating upon his own business successes. Georgie came over to spend a\nnight in the old home while Susan was there, carrying the heavy, lumpy\nbaby. Myra was teething now, cross and unmanageable, and Georgie was\nworried because a barley preparation did not seem to agree with her,\nand Joe disapproved of patent foods. Joe hoped that the new baby--Susan\nwidened her eyes. Oh, yes, in May, Georgie announced simply, and with a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntired sigh,--Joe hoped the new baby would be a boy. She herself hoped\nfor a little girl, wouldn't it be sweet to call it May? Georgie looked\nbadly, and if she did not exactly break down and cry during her visit,\nSusan felt that tears were always close behind her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly, beside her somewhat lachrymose aunt and cousins, shone out,\nduring this visit, as Susan had never known him to do before. He looked\nsplendidly big and strong and well, well groomed and erect in carriage,\nand she liked the little compliment he paid her in postponing the\nGerman lesson that should have filled the evening, and dressing himself\nin his best to take her to the Orpheum. Susan returned it by wearing\nher prettiest gown and hat. They set out in great spirits, Susan", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchattering steadily, in the relief it was to speak her mind honestly,\nand Billy listening, and now and then shouting out in the laughter that\nnever failed her spirited narratives.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe told her of the Carrolls,--all good news, for Anna had been offered\na fine position as assistant matron in one of the best of the city's\nsurgical hospitals; Betts had sold a story to the Argonaut for twelve\ndollars, and Philip was going steadily ahead; \"you wouldn't believe he\nwas the same fellow!\" said Billy. Jimmy and Betts and their mother were\nto go up in a few days for a fortnight's holiday in the little\nshooting-box that some Eastern friends had built years ago in the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And what about Jo?\" Susan asked.\n\nThis was the best news of all. Jo was to go East for the winter with\none of her mother's friends, whose daughter was Jo's own age. They were\nto visit Boston and Washington, New York for the Opera, Palm Beach in\nFebruary, and New Orleans for the Mardi Gras. Mrs. Frothingham was a\nwidow, and had a son at Yale, who would join them for some of the\nholidays. Susan was absolutely delighted at the news, and alluded to it\nover and over again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's so different when people DESERVE a thing, and when it's all new\nto them,\" she said to Billy, \"it makes it seem so much more glorious!\"\n\nThey came out of the theater at eleven, cramped and blinking, and\nSusan, confused for a moment, was trying to get her bearings, when\nBilly touched her arm.\n\n\"The Earl of Somerset is trying to bow to you, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe laughed, and followed the direction of his look. It was Stephen\nBocqueraz who was smiling at her, a very distinguished figure under the\nlamp-post, with his fur-lined great-coat, his round tortoise-shell\neye-glasses and his silk hat. He came up to them at once, and Susan,\npleasantly conscious that a great many people recognized the great man,\nintroduced him to Billy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe had just gotten back from a long visit in the Southern part of the\nstate, he said, and had been dining to-night with friends at the\nBohemian Club, and was walking back to his hotel. Susan could not keep\nthe pleasure the meeting gave her out of her eyes and voice, and Billy\nshowed a sort of boyish and bashful admiration of the writer, too.\n\n\"But this--this is a very felicitous occasion,\" said Mr. Bocqueraz. \"We\nmust celebrate this in some fitting manner!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo he took them to supper, dismissing their hesitation as unworthy of\ncombat; Susan and Billy laughed helplessly and happily as they sat down\nat the little table, and heard the German waiter's rapture at the\ncommands Stephen Bocqueraz so easily gave him in his mother tongue.\nBilly, reddening but determined, must at once try his German too, and\nthe waiter and Bocqueraz laughed at him even while they answered him,\nand agreed that the young man as a linguist was ganz wunderbar. Billy", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nevidently liked his company; he was at his best to-night, unaffected,\nyouthful, earnest. Susan herself felt that she had never been so happy\nin her life.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLong afterward she tried to remember what they had talked about. She\nknew that the conversation had been to her as a draught of sparkling\nwine. All her little affections were in full play to-night, the little\nodds and ends of worldly knowledge she had gleaned from Ella and Ella's\nfriends, the humor of Emily and Peter Coleman. And because she was an\nIrishman's daughter a thousand witticisms flashed in her speech, and\nher eyes shone like stars under the stimulus of another's wit and the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt became promptly evident that Bocqueraz liked them both. He began to\ncall Billy \"lad,\" in a friendly, older-brotherly manner, and his\nlaughter at Susan was alternated with moments of the gravest, the most\nflattering attention.\n\n\"She's quite wonderful, isn't she?\" he said to Billy under his breath,\nbut Susan heard it, and later he added, quite impersonally, \"She's\nabsolutely extraordinary! We must have her in New York, you know; my\nwife must meet her!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey talked of music and musicians, and Bocqueraz and Billy argued and\ndisputed, and presently the author's card was sent to the leader of the\norchestra, with a request for the special bit of music under\ndiscussion. They talked of authors and poets and painters and actors,\nand he knew many of them, and knew something of them all. He talked of\nclubs, New York clubs and London clubs, and of plays that were yet to\nbe given, and music that the public would never hear.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan felt as if electricity was coursing through her veins. She felt\nno fatigue, no sleepiness, no hunger; her champagne bubbled untouched,\nbut she emptied her glass of ice-water over and over again. Of the\nlights and the music and the crowd she was only vaguely conscious; she\nsaw, as if in a dream, the hands of the big clock, at the end of the\nroom, move past one, past two o'clock, but she never thought of the\ntime.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was after two o'clock; still they talked on. The musicians had gone\nhome, lights were put out in the corners of the room, tables and chairs\nwere being piled together.\n\nStephen Bocqueraz had turned his chair so that he sat sideways at the\ntable; Billy, opposite him, leaned on his elbows; Susan, sitting\nbetween them, framing her face in her hands, moved her eyes from one\nface to the other.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And now, children,\" said the writer, when at last they were in the\nempty, chilly darkness of the street, \"where can I get you a carriage?\nThe cars seem to have stopped.\"\n\n\"The cars stop at about one,\" said William, \"but there's a place two\nblocks up where we can get a hack. Don't let us take you out of your\nway.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good-night, then, lad,\" said Bocqueraz, laying his hand affectionately\non Billy's shoulder. \"Good-night, you wonderful little girl. Tell my\nwife's good cousins in San Rafael that I am coming over very soon to\npay my respects.\"\n\nHe turned briskly on his heel and left them, and Susan stood looking\nafter him for a moment.\n\n\"Where's your livery stable?\" asked the girl then, taking Billy's arm.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There isn't any!\" Billy told her shamelessly. \"But I've got just a\ndollar and eighty cents, and I was afraid he would put us into a\ncarriage!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, brought violently to earth, burst out laughing, gathered her\nskirts up philosophically, and took his arm for the long walk home. It\nwas a cool bright night, the sky was spattered thickly with stars, the\nmoon long ago set. Susan was very silent, mind and heart swept with\nglorious dreams. Billy, beyond the remark that Bocqueraz certainly was\na king, also had little to say, but his frequent yawns indicated that\nit was rather because of fatigue than of visions.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe house was astir when they reached it, but the confusion there was\ntoo great to give anyone time to notice the hour of their return. Alfie\nhad brought his bride to see his mother, earlier in the evening, and Ma\nhad had hysterics the moment that they left the house. These were no\nsooner calmed than Mrs. Eastman had had a \"stroke,\" the doctor had now\ncome and gone, but Mary Lou and her husband still hovered over the\nsufferer, \"and I declare I don't know what the world's coming to!\" Mrs.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What is it-what is it?\" Mary Lord was calling, when Susan reached the\ntop flight. Susan went in to give her the news, Mary was restless\nto-night, and glad of company; the room seemed close and warm. Lydia,\nsleeping heavily on the couch, only turned and grunted occasionally at\nthe sound of the girls' voices.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan lay awake until almost dawn, wrapped in warm and delicious\nemotion. She recalled the little separate phases of the evening's talk,\nbrought them from her memory deliberately, one by one. When she\nremembered that Mr. Bocqueraz had asked if Billy was \"the fiance,\" for\nsome reason she could not define, she shut her eyes in the dark, and a\nwave of some new, enveloping delight swept her from feet to head.\nCertain remembered looks, inflections, words, shook the deeps of her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe new thrill, whatever it was, was with her when she wakened, and\nwhen she ran downstairs, humming the Toreador's song, Mary Lou and her\naunt told her that she was like a bit of sunshine in the house; the\ngirl's eyes were soft and bright with dreams; her cheeks were glowing.\n\nWhen the postman came she flew to meet him. There was no definite hope\nin her mind as she did so, but she came back more slowly, nevertheless.\nNo letter for her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut at eleven o'clock a messenger boy appeared with a special delivery\nletter for Miss Susan Brown, she signed the little book with a\nsensation that was almost fear. This--this was beginning to frighten\nher----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan read it with a fast-beating heart. It was short, dignified. Mr.\nBocqueraz wrote that he was sending her the book of which he had\nspoken; he had enjoyed nothing for a long time as much as their little\nsupper last evening; he hoped to see her and that very fine lad, Billy,\nvery soon again. His love to them both. He was her faithful friend, all\nways and always, Stephen Graham Bocqueraz.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe slipped it inside her blouse, ignored it for a few moments,\nreturned to it from other thoughts with a sense of infinite delight,\nand read it again. Susan could not quite analyze its charm, but in her\nwhole being she was conscious of a warmth, a lightness, and a certain\nsweet and heady happiness throughout the entire day and the next day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer thoughts began to turn toward New York. All young Californians are\nconscious, sooner or later in their growth, of the call of the great\ncity, and just now Susan was wrapped in a cloud of dreams that hung\nover Broadway. She saw herself one of the ebbing and flowing crowd,\nwatching the world from her place at the breakfast table in a great\nhotel, sweeping through the perfumed warmth and brightness of a theater\nlobby to her carriage.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen Bocqueraz had spoken of her coming to New York as a matter of\ncourse. \"You belong there,\" he decided, gravely appraising her. \"My\nwife will write to ask you to come, and we will find you just the niche\nyou like among your own sort and kind, and your own work to do.\"\n\n\"Oh, it would be too wonderful!\" Susan had gasped.\n\n\"New York is not wonderful,\" he told her, with smiling, kindly,\ndisillusioned eyes, \"but YOU are wonderful!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, when she went back to San Rafael, was seized by a mood of bitter\ndissatisfaction with herself. What did she know--what could she do? She\nwas fitted neither for the stage nor for literature, she had no gift of\nmusic or of art. Lost opportunities rose up to haunt her. Ah, if she\nhad only studied something, if she were only wiser, a linguist, a\nstudent of poetry or of history. Nearing twenty-five, she was as\nignorant as she had been at fifteen! A remembered line from a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncarelessly read poem, a reference to some play by Ibsen or Maeterlinck\nor d'Annunzio, or the memory of some newspaper clipping that concerned\nthe marriage of a famous singer or the power of a new\nanaesthetic,--this was all her learning!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen Bocqueraz, on the Sunday following their second meeting, called\nupon his wife's mother's cousin. Mrs. Saunders was still at the\nhospital, and Emily was driven by the excitement of the occasion behind\na very barrier of affectations, but Kenneth was gracious and\nhospitable, and took them all to the hotel for tea. Here they were the\ncenter of a changing, admiring, laughing group; everybody wanted to\nhave at least a word with the great man, and Emily enjoyed a delightful", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfeeling of popularity. Susan, quite eclipsed, was apparently pleasantly\nbusy with her tea, and with the odds and ends of conversation that fell\nto her. But Susan knew that Stephen Bocqueraz did not move out of her\nhearing for one moment during the afternoon, nor miss a word that she\nsaid; nor say, she suspected, a word that she was not meant to hear.\nJust to exist, under these conditions, was enough. Susan, in quiet\nundertones, laughed and chatted and flirted and filled tea-cups, never", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nKenneth brought \"Cousin Stephen\" home for dinner, but Emily turned\nfractious, and announced that she was not going down.\n\n\"YOU'D rather be up here just quietly with me, wouldn't you, Sue?\"\ncoaxed Emily, sitting on the arm of Susan's chair, and putting an arm\nabout her.\n\n\"Of course I would, old lady! We'll send down for something nice, and\nget into comfortable things,\" Susan said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt hardly disappointed her; she was walking on air. She went demurely\nto the library door, to make her excuses; and Bocqueraz's look\nenveloped her like a shaft of sunlight. All the evening, upstairs, and\nstretched out in a long chair and in a loose silk wrapper, she was\ncuriously conscious of his presence downstairs; whenever she thought of\nhim, she must close her book, and fall to dreaming. His voice, his\nwords, the things he had not said ... they spun a brilliant web about", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher. She loved to be young; she saw new beauty to-night in the thick\nrope of tawny hair that hung loosely across her shoulder, in the white\nbreast, half-hidden by the fold of her robe, in the crossed, silk-clad\nankles. All the world seemed beautiful tonight, and she beautiful with\nthe rest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThree days later she came downstairs, at five o'clock on a gloomy, dark\nafternoon, in search of firelight and tea. Emily and Kenneth, Peter\nColeman and Mary Peacock, who were staying at the hotel for a week or\ntwo, were motoring. The original plan had included Susan, but at the\nlast moment Emily had been discovered upstairs, staring undecidedly out\nof the window, humming abstractedly.\n\n\"Aren't you coming, Em?\" Susan had asked, finding her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I--I don't believe I will,\" Emily said lightly, without turning. \"Go\non, don't wait for me! It's nothing,\" she had persisted, when Susan\nquestioned her, \"Nothing at all! At least,\" the truth came out at last,\n\"at least, I think it looks ODD. So now go on, without me,\" said Emily.\n\n\"What looks odd?\"\n\n\"Nothing does, I tell you! Please go on.\"\n\n\"You mean, three girls and two men,\" Susan said slowly.\n\nEmily assented by silence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, then, you go and I'll stay,\" Susan said, in annoyance, \"but it's\nperfect rubbish!\"\n\n\"No, you go,\" Emily said, pettishly.\n\nSusan went, perhaps six feet; turned back.\n\n\"I wish you'd go,\" she said, in dissatisfaction.\n\n\"If I did,\" Emily said, in a low, quiet tone, still looking out of the\nwindow, \"it would be simply because of the looks of things!\"\n\n\"Well, go because of the looks of things then!\" Susan agreed cheerfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, but you see,\" Emily said eagerly, turning around, \"it DOES look\nodd--not to me, of course! But mean odd to other people if you go and I\ndon't-don't you think so, Sue?\"\n\n\"Ye-es,\" drawled Susan, with a sort of bored and fexasperated sigh. And\nshe went to her own room to write letters, not disappointed, but\nirritated so thoroughly that she could hardly control her thoughts.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt five o'clock, dressed in a childish black velvet gown--her one\npretty house gown--with the deep embroidered collar and cuffs that were\nso becoming to her, and with her hair freshly brushed and swept back\nsimply from her face, she came downstairs for a cup of tea.\n\nAnd in the library, sunk into a deep chair before the fire, she found\nStephen Bocqueraz, his head resting against the back of the chair, his\nknees crossed and his finger-tips fitted together. Susan's heart began\nto race.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe got up and they shook hands, and stood for too long a moment looking\nat each other. The sense of floating--floating--losing her\nanchorage--began to make Susan's head spin. She sat down, opposite him,\nas he took his chair again, but her breath was coming too short to\npermit of speech.\n\n\"Upon my word I thought the woman said that you were all out!\" said\nBocqueraz, appreciative eyes upon her, \"I hardly hoped for a piece of\nluck like this!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No; you're nobody but yourself,\" he agreed, following a serious look\nwith his sudden, bright smile. \"You're a very extraordinary woman,\nMamselle Suzanne,\" he went on briskly, \"and I've got a nice little plan\nall ready to talk to you about. One of these days Mrs. Bocqueraz--she's\na wonderful woman for this sort of thing!--shall write to your aunt, or\nwhoever is in loco parentis, and you shall come on to New York for a\nvisit. And while you're there---\" He broke off, raised his eyes from a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, don't talk about it!\" said Susan. \"It's too good to be true!\"\n\n\"Nothing's too good to be true,\" he answered. \"Once or twice before\nit's been my extraordinary good fortune to find a personality, and give\nit a push in the right direction. You'll find the world kind enough to\nyou--Lillian will see to it that you meet a few of the right people,\nand you'll do the rest. And how you'll love it, and how they'll love\nyou!\" He jumped up. \"However, I'm not going to spoil you,\" he said,\nsmilingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe went to one of the bookcases and presently came back to read to her\nfrom Phillips' \"Paolo and Francesca,\" and from \"The Book and the Ring.\"\nAnd never in later life did Susan read either without hearing his\nexquisite voice through the immortal lines:\n\n \"A ring without a poesy, and that ring mine?\n O Lyric Love! ...\"\n\n \"O Lord of Rimini, with tears we leave her, as we leave a\n child,\n Be gentle with her, even as God has been....\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Some day I'll read you Pompilia, little Suzanne,\" said Bocqueraz. \"Do\nyou know Pompilia? Do you know Alice Meynell and some of Patmore's\nstuff, and the 'Dread of Height'?\"\n\n\"I don't know anything,\" said Susan, feeling it true. \"Well,\" he said\ngaily, \"we'll read them all!\"\n\nSusan presently poured his tea; her guest wheeling his great leather\nchair so that its arm touched the arm of her own.\n\n\"You make me feel all thumbs, watching me so!\" she protested.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I like to watch you,\" he answered undisturbed. \"Here, we'll put this\nplate on the arm of my chair,--so. Then we can both use it. Your scones\non that side, and mine on this, and my butter-knife between the two,\nlike Prosper Le Gai's sword, eh?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's color heightened suddenly; she frowned. He was a man of the\nworld, of course, and a married man, and much older than she, but\nsomehow she didn't like it. She didn't like the laughter in his eyes.\nThere had been just a hint of this--this freedom, in his speech a few\nnights ago, but somehow in Billy's presence it had seemed harmless--\n\n\"And why the blush?\" he was askingly negligently, yet watching her\nclosely, as if he rather enjoyed her confusion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You know why,\" Susan said, meeting his eyes with a little difficulty.\n\n\"I know why. But that's nothing to blush at. Analyze it. What is there\nin that to embarrass you?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Susan said, awkwardly, feeling very young.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Life is a very beautiful thing, my child,\" he said, almost as if he\nwere rebuking her, \"and the closer we come to the big heart of life the\nmore wonderful things we find. No--no--don't let the people about you\nmake you afraid of life.\" He finished his cup of tea, and she poured\nhim another. \"I think it's time to transplant you,\" he said then,\npleasantly, \"and since last night I've been thinking of a very\ndelightful and practical way to do it. Lillian--Mrs. Bocqueraz has a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nvery old friend in New York in Mrs. Gifford Curtis--no, you don't know\nthe name perhaps, but she's a very remarkable woman--an invalid. All\nthe world goes to her teas and dinners, all the world has been going\nthere since Booth fell in love with her, and Patti--when she was in her\nprime!--spent whole Sunday afternoons singing to her! You'll meet\neveryone who's at all worth while there now, playwrights, and painters,\nand writers, and musicians. Her daughters are all married to prominent", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmen; one lives in Paris, one in London, two near her; friends keep\ncoming and going. It's a wonderful family. Well, there's a Miss\nConcannon who's been with her as a sort of companion for twenty years,\nbut Miss Concannon isn't young, and she confided to me a few months ago\nthat she needed an assistant,--someone to pour tea and write notes and\nplay accompaniments---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A sort of Julie le Breton?\" said Susan, with sparkling eyes. She\nresolved to begin piano practice for two hours a day to-morrow.\n\n\"I beg pardon? Yes--yes, exactly, so I'm going to write Lillian at\nonce, and she'll put the wheels in motion!\"\n\n\"I don't know what good angel ever made you think of ME,\" said Susan.\n\n\"Don't you?\" the man asked, in a low tone. There was a pause. Both\nstared at the fire. Suddenly Bocqueraz cleared his throat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well!\" he said, jumping up, \"if this clock is right it's after\nhalf-past six. Where are these good people?\"\n\n\"Here they are--there's the car coming in the gate now!\" Susan said in\nrelief. She ran out to the steps to meet them.\n\nA day or two later, as she was passing Ella's half-open doorway, Ella's\nvoice floated out into the hall.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That you, Susan? Come in. Will you do your fat friend a favor?\" Ella,\nhome again, had at once resumed her despotic control of the household.\nShe was lying on a couch at this moment, lazily waving a scribbled half\nsheet of paper over her head.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Take this to Mrs. Pullet, Sue,\" said she, \"and ask her to tell the\ncook, in some confidential moment, that there are several things\nwritten down here that he seems to have forgotten the existence of. I\nwant to see them on the table, from time to time. While I was with the\nCrewes I was positively MORTIFIED at the memory of our meals! And from\nnow on, while Mr. Bocqueraz's here, we'll be giving two dinners a week.\"\n\n\"While--?\" Susan felt a delicious, a terrifying weakness run like a\nwave from head to feet.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He's going to be here for a month or two!\" Ella announced\ncomplacently. \"It was all arranged last night. I almost fell off my\nfeet when he proposed it. He says he's got some work to finish up, and\nhe thinks the atmosphere here agrees with him. Kate Stanlaws turned a\nlovely pea-green, for they were trying to get him to go with them to\nAlaska. He'll have the room next to Mamma's, with the round porch, and\nthe big room off the library for a study. I had them clear everything", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nout of it, and Ken's going to send over a desk, and chair, and so on.\nAnd do try to do everything you can to make him comfortable, Sue.\nMamma's terribly pleased that he wants to come,\" finished Ella, making\na long arm for her novel, \"But of course he and I made an instant hit\nwith each other!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, of course I will!\" Susan promised. She went away with her list,\npleasure and excitement and a sort of terror struggling together in her\nheart.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPleasure prevailed, however, when Stephen Bocqueraz was really\nestablished at \"High Gardens,\" and the first nervous meeting was safely\nover. Everybody in the house was the happier and brighter for his\ncoming, and Susan felt it no sin to enjoy him with the rest. Meal times\nbecame very merry; the tea-hour, when he would come across the hall\nfrom his workroom, tired, relaxed, hungry, was often the time of\nprolonged and delightful talks, and on such evenings as Ella left her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes he gave himself a half-holiday, and joined Emily and Susan in\ntheir driving or motoring. On almost every evening that he did not dine\nat home he was downstairs in time for a little chat with Susan over the\nlibrary fire. They were never alone very long, but they had a dozen\nbrief encounters every day, exchanged a dozen quick, significant\nglances across the breakfast table, or over the book that he was\nreading aloud.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan lived in a dazed, wide-eyed state of reasonless excitement and\nperilous delight. It was all so meaningless, she assured her pretty\nvision in the mirror, as she arranged her bright hair,--the man was\nmarried, and most happily married; he was older than she; he was a man\nof honor! And she, Susan Brown, was only playing this fascinating game\nexceptionally well. She had never flirted before and had been rather\nproud of it. Well, she was flirting now, and proud of that, too! She", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwas quite the last girl in the world to fall SERIOUSLY in love, with\nher eyes wide open, in so extremely undesirable a direction! This was\nnot falling in love at all. Stephen Bocqueraz spoke of his wife half a\ndozen times a day. Susan, on her part, found plenty of things about him\nto dislike! But he was clever, and--yes, and fascinating, and he\nadmired her immensely, and there was no harm done so far, and none to\nbe done. Why try to define the affair by cut-and-dried rules; it was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe intangible bond between them strengthened every day. Susan,\nwatching him when Ella's friends gathered about him, watching the\nhonest modesty with which he evaded their empty praises, their attempts\nat lionizing, could not but thrill to know that HER praise stirred him,\nthat the deprecatory, indifferent air was dropped quickly enough for\nHER! It was intoxicating to know, as she did know, that he was\nthinking, as she was, of what they would say when they next had a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmoment together; that, whatever she wore, he found her worth watching;\nthat, whatever her mood, she never failed to amuse and delight him! Her\nrather evasive beauty grew more definite under his eyes; she bubbled\nwith fun and nonsense. \"You little fool!\" Ella would laugh, with an\napproving glance toward Susan at the tea-table, and \"Honestly, Sue, you\nwere killing tonight!\" Emily, who loved to be amused, said more than\nonce.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne day Miss Brown was delegated to carry a message to Mr. Bocqueraz in\nhis study. Mrs. Saunders was sorry to interrupt his writing, but a very\ndear old friend was coming to dinner that evening, and would Cousin\nStephen come into the drawing-room for a moment, before he and Ella\nwent out?\n\nSusan tripped demurely to the study door and rapped.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Come in!\" a voice shouted. Susan turned the knob, and put her head\ninto the room. Mr. Bocqueraz, writing at a large table by the window,\nand facing the door across its shining top, flung down his pen, and\nstretched back luxuriously in his chair.\n\n\"Well, well!\" said he, smiling and blinking. \"Come in, Susanna!\"\n\n\"Mrs. Saunders wanted me to ask you---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But come in! I've reached a tight corner; couldn't get any further\nanyway!\" He pushed away his papers. \"There are days, you know, when\nyou're not even on bowing acquaintance with your characters.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe looked so genial, so almost fatherly, so contentedly lazy, leaning\nback in his big chair, the winter sunshine streaming in the window\nbehind him, and a dozen jars of fragrant winter flowers making the\nwhole room sweet, that Susan came in, unhesitatingly. It was the mood\nof all his moods that she liked best; interested, interesting,\nimpersonal.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I oughtn't--you're writing,\" said Susan, taking a chair across the\ntable from him, and laying bold hands on his manuscript, nevertheless.\n\"What a darling hand you write!\" she observed, \"and what enormous\nmargins. Oh, I see, you write notes in the margins--corrections?\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" He was watching her between half-closed lids, with lazy\npleasure.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"'The only,' in a loop,\" said Susan, \"that's not much of a note! I\ncould have written that myself,\" she added, eying him sideways through\na film of drifting hair.\n\n\"Very well, write anything you like!\" he offered amusedly.\n\n\"Oh, honestly?\" asked Susan with dancing eyes. And, at his nod, she\ndipped a pen in the ink, and began to read the story with a serious\nscowl.\n\n\"Here!\" she said suddenly, \"this isn't at all sensible!\" And she read\naloud:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"So crystal clear was the gaze with which he met her own,\n that she was aware of an immediate sense, a vaguely alarming\n sense, that her confidence must be made with concessions not\n only to what he had told her--and told her so exquisitely as to\n indicate his knowledge of other facts from which those he\n chose to reveal were deliberately selected--but also to what he\n had not--surely the most significant detail of the whole\n significant episode--so chosen to reveal!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I see what it means, when I read it aloud,\" said Susan, cheerfully\nhonest. \"But at first it didn't seem to make sense!\"\n\n\"Go ahead. Fix it anyway you like.\"\n\n\"Well---\" Susan dimpled. \"Then I'll--let's see--I'll put 'surely' after\n'also,'\" she announced, \"and end it up, 'to what he had not so chosen\nto reveal!' Don't you think that's better?\"\n\n\"Clearer, certainly.--On that margin, Baby.\"\n\n\"And will you really let it stay that way?\" asked the baby, eying the\naltered page with great satisfaction.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, really. You will see it so in the book.\"\n\nHis quiet certainty that these scattered pages would surely be a book\nsome day thrilled Susan, as power always thrilled her. Just as she had\nadmired Thorny's old scribbled prices, years before, so she admired\nthis quiet mastery now. She asked Stephen Bocqueraz questions, and he\ntold her of his boyhood dreams, of the early struggles in the big city,\nof the first success.\n\n\"One hundred dollars for a story, Susan. It looked a little fortune!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And were you married then?\"\n\n\"Married?\" He smiled. \"My dear child, Mrs. Bocqueraz is worth almost a\nmillion dollars in her own right. No--we have never faced poverty\ntogether!\" There was almost a wistful look in his eyes.\n\n\"And to whom is this book going to be dedicated?\" asked Susan.\n\n\"Well, I don't know. Lillian has two, and Julie has one or two, and\nvarious men, here and in London. Perhaps I'll dedicate this one to a\nbold baggage of an Irish girl. Would you like that?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, you couldn't!\" Susan said, frightened.\n\n\"Why couldn't I?\"\n\n\"Because,--I'd rather you wouldn't! I--and it would look odd!\"\nstammered Susan.\n\n\"Would you care, if it did?\" he asked, with that treacherous sudden\ndrop in his voice that always stirred her heart so painfully.\n\n\"No-o---\" Susan answered, scarcely above a whisper.\n\n\"What are you afraid of, little girl?\" he asked, putting his hand over\nhers on the desk.\n\nSusan moved her hand away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because, your wife---\" she began awkwardly, turning a fiery red.\n\nBocqueraz abruptly left his seat, and walked to a window.\n\n\"Susan,\" he said, coming back, after a moment, \"have I ever done\nanything to warrant--to make you distrust me?\"\n\n\"No,--never!\" said Susan heartily, ashamed of herself.\n\n\"Friends?\" he asked, gravely. And with his sudden smile he put his two\nhands out, across the desk.\n\nIt was like playing with fire; she knew it. But Susan felt herself\nquite equal to anyone at playing with fire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Friends!\" she laughed, gripping his hands with hers. \"And now,\" she\nstood up, \"really I mustn't interrupt you any longer!\"\n\n\"But wait a moment,\" he said. \"Come see what a pretty vista I\nget--right across the Japanese garden to the woods!\"\n\n\"The same as we do upstairs,\" Susan said. But she went to stand beside\nhim at the window.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" said Stephen Bocqueraz presently, quietly taking up the thread of\nthe interrupted conversation, \"I won't dedicate my book to you, Susan,\nbut some day I'll write you a book of your own! I have been wishing,\"\nhe added soberly, his eyes on the little curved bridge and the dwarfed\nshrubs, the pond and the stepping-stones across the garden, \"I have\nbeen wishing that I never had met you, my dear. I knew, years ago, in\nthose hard, early days of which I've been telling you, that you were", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsomewhere, but--but I didn't wait for you, Susan, and now I can do no\nmore than wish you God-speed, and perhaps give you a helping hand upon\nyour way! That's all I wanted to say.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm--I'm not going to answer you,\" said Susan, steadily, composedly.\n\nSide by side they looked out of the window, for another moment or two,\nthen Bocqueraz turned suddenly and catching her hands in his, asked\nalmost gaily:\n\n\"Well, this is something, at least, isn't it--to be good friends, and\nto have had this much of each other?\"\n\n\"Surely! A lot!\" Susan answered, in smiling relief. And a moment later\nshe had delivered her message, and was gone, and he had seated himself\nat his work again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHow much was pretense and how much serious earnest, on his part, she\nwondered. How much was real on her own? Not one bit of it, said Susan,\nfresh from her bath, in the bracing cool winter morning, and walking\nbriskly into town for the mail. Not--not much of it, anyway, she\ndecided when tea-time brought warmth and relaxation, the leaping of\nfire-light against the library walls, the sound of the clear and\ncultivated voice.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut what was the verdict later, when Susan, bare-armed and\nbare-shouldered, with softened light striking brassy gleams from her\nhair, and the perfumed dimness and silence of the great house\nimpressing every sense, paused for a message from Stephen Bocqueraz at\nthe foot of the stairs, or warmed her shining little slipper at the\nfire, while he watched her from the chair not four feet away?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen she said \"I--I'm not going to answer you,\" in the clear, bright\nmorning light, Susan was enjoyably aware of the dramatic value of the\nmoment; when she evaded Bocqueraz's eye throughout an entire luncheon\nshe did it deliberately; it was a part of the cheerful, delightful game\nit pleased them both to be playing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut not all was posing, not all was pretense. Nature, now and then,\ntreacherously slipped in a real thrill, where only play-acting was\nexpected. Susan, laughing at the memory of some sentimental fencing,\nwas sometimes caught unaware by a little pang of regret; how blank and\ndull life would be when this casual game was over! After all, he WAS\nthe great writer; before the eyes of all the world, even this pretense\nat an intimate friendship was a feather in her cap!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd he did not attempt to keep their rapidly developing friendship a\nsecret; Susan was alternately gratified and terrified by the reality of\nhis allusions to her before outsiders. No playing here! Everybody knew,\nin their little circle, that, in the nicest and most elder-brotherly\nway possible, Stephen Bocqueraz thought Susan Brown the greatest fun in\nthe world, and quoted her, and presented her with his autographed\nbooks. This side of the affair, being real, had a tendency to make it", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That a woman of Emily's mental caliber can hire a woman of yours, for\na matter of dollars and cents,\" he said to Susan whimsically, \"is proof\nthat something is radically wrong somewhere! Well, some day we'll put\nyou where values are a little different. Anybody can be rich. Mighty\nfew can be Susan!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not believe everything he said, of course, or take all his\nchivalrous speeches quite seriously. But obviously, some of it was said\nin all honesty, she thought, or why should he take the trouble to say\nit? And the nearness of his bracing personality blew across the\nartificial atmosphere in which she lived like the cool breath of great\nmoors or of virgin forests. Genius and work and success became the real\nthings of life; money but a mere accident. A horrible sense of the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nunreality of everything that surrounded her began to oppress Susan. She\nsaw the poisoned undercurrent of this glittering and exquisite\nexistence, the selfishness, the cruelties, the narrowness. She saw its\nfundamental insincerity. In a world where wrongs were to be righted,\nand ignorance enlightened, and childhood sheltered and trained, she\nbegan to think it strange that strong, and young, and wealthy men and\nwomen should be content to waste enormous sums of money upon food to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwhich they scarcely ever brought a normal appetite, upon bridge-prizes\nfor guests whose interest in them scarcely survived the moment of\nunwrapping the dainty beribboned boxes in which they came, upon costly\ntoys for children whose nurseries were already crowded with toys. She\nwondered that they should think it worth while to spend hours and days\nin harassing dressmakers and milliners, to make a brief appearance in\nthe gowns they were so quickly ready to discard, that they should", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe whole seemed wonderful and beautiful still. But the parts of this\nlife, seriously analyzed, seemed to turn to dust and ashes. Of course,\na hundred little shop-girls might ache with envy at reading that Mrs.\nHarvey Brock was to give her debutante daughter a fancy-dress ball,\ncosting ten thousand dollars, and might hang wistfully over the\npictures of Miss Peggy Brock in her Dresden gown with her ribbon-tied\ncrook; but Susan knew that Peggy cried and scolded the whole afternoon,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbefore the dance, because Teddy Russell was not coming, that young\nMartin Brock drank too much on that evening and embarrassed his entire\nfamily before he could be gotten upstairs, and that Mrs. Brock\nconsidered the whole event a failure because some favors, for which she\nhad cabled to Paris, did not come, and the effect of the german was\nlost. Somehow, the \"lovely and gifted heiress\" of the newspapers never\nseemed to Susan at all reconcilable with Dolly Ripley, vapid,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\noverdressed, with diamonds sparkling about her sallow throat, and the\n\"jolly impromptu\" trip of the St. Johns to New York lost its point when\none knew it was planned because the name of young Florence St. John had\nbeen pointedly omitted from Ella Saunders dance list.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBoasting, lying, pretending--how weary Susan got of it all! She was too\nwell schooled to smile when Ella, meeting the Honorable Mary Saunders\nand Sir Charles Saunders, of London, said magnificently, \"We bear the\nsame arms, Sir Charles, but of course ours is the colonial branch of\nthe family!\" and she nodded admiringly at Dolly Ripley's boyish and\nblunt fashion of saying occasionally \"We Ripleys,--oh, we drink and\ngamble and do other things, I admit; we're not saints! But we can't\nlie, you know!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I hate to take the kiddies to New York, Mike,\" perhaps some young\nmatron would say simply. \"Percy's family is one of the old, old\nfamilies there, you know, shamelessly rich, and terribly exclusive! And\none doesn't want the children to take themselves seriously yet awhile!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bluffers!\" the smiling and interested Miss Brown would say to herself,\nas she listened. She listened a great deal; everyone was willing to\ntalk, and she was often amused at the very slight knowledge that could\ncarry a society girl through a conversation. In Hunter, Baxter &\nHunter's offices there would be instant challenges, even at auntie's\ntable affectation met its just punishment, and inaccuracy was promptly\ndetected. But there was no such censorship here.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Looks like a decent little cob!\" some girl would say, staring at rider\npassing the hotel window, at teatime.\n\n\"Yes,\" another voice would agree, \"good points. Looks thoroughbred.\"\n\n\"Yes, he does! Looks like a Kentucky mount.\"\n\n\"Louisa! Not with that neck!\"\n\n\"Oh, I don't know. My grandfather raised fancy stock, you know. Just\nfor his own pleasure, of course, So I DO know a good horse!\"\n\n\"Well, but he steps more like a racer,\" somebody else would contribute.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's what I thought! Loose-built for a racer, though.\"\n\n\"And what a fool riding him--the man has no seat!\"\n\n\"Oh, absolutely not! Probably a groom, but it's a shame to allow it!\"\n\n\"Groom, of course. But you'll never see a groom riding a horse of mine\nthat way!\"\n\n\"Rather NOT!\"\n\nAnd, an ordinary rider, on a stable hack, having by this time passed\nfrom view, the subject, would be changed.\n\nOr perhaps some social offense would absorb everybody's attention for\nthe better part of half-an-hour.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look, Emily,\" their hostess would say, during a call, \"isn't this\nrich! The Bridges have had their crest put on their\nmourning-stationery! Don't you LOVE it! Mamma says that the girls must\nhave done it; the old lady MUST know better! Execrable bad taste, I\ncall it.\"\n\n\"Oh, ISN'T that awful!\" Emily would inspect the submitted letter with\ndeep amusement.\n\n\"Oh, Mary, let's see it--I don't believe it!\" somebody else would\nexclaim.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Poor things, and they try so hard to do everything right!\" Kindly pity\nwould soften the tones of a fourth speaker.\n\n\"But you know Mary, they DO do that in England,\" somebody might protest.\n\n\"Oh, Peggy, rot! Of course they don't!\"\n\n\"Why, certainly they do!\" A little feeling would be rising. \"When Helen\nand I were in London we had some friends--\"\n\n\"Nonsense, Peggy, it's terribly vulgar! I know because Mamma's cousin--\"\n\n\"Oh honestly, Peggy, it's never done!\"\n\n\"I never heard of such a thing!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You might use your crest in black, Peg, but in color--!\"\n\n\"Just ask any engraver, Peg. I know when Frances was sending to England\nfor our correct quarterings,--they'd been changed--\"\n\n\"But I tell you I KNOW,\" Miss Peggy would say angrily. \"Do you mean to\ntell me that you'd take the word of a stationer--\"\n\n\"A herald. You can't call that a stationer--\"\n\n\"Well, then a herald! What do they know?\"\n\n\"Why, of course they know!\" shocked voices would protest. \"It's their\nbusiness!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" the defender of the Bridges would continue loftily, \"all I can\nsay is that Alice and I SAW it--\"\n\n\"I know that when WE were in London,\" some pleasant, interested voice\nwould interpose, modestly, \"our friends--Lord and Lady Merridew, they\nwere, you know, and Sir Henry Phillpots--they were in mourning, and\nTHEY didn't. But of course I don't know what other people, not\nnobility, that is, might do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd of course this crushing conclusion admitted of no answer. But Miss\nPeggy might say to Susan later, with a bright, pitying smile:\n\n\"Alice will ROAR when I tell her about this! Lord and Lady\nMerridew,--that's simply delicious! I love it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bandar-log,\" Bocqueraz called them, and Susan often thought of the\nterm in these days. From complete disenchantment she was saved,\nhowever, by her deepening affection for Isabel Wallace, and, whenever\nthey were together, Susan had to admit that a more lovely personality\nhad never been developed by any environment or in any class. Isabel,\nfresh, unspoiled, eager to have everyone with whom she came in contact\nas enchanted with life as she was herself, developed a real devotion", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfor Susan, and showed it in a hundred ways. If Emily was away for a\nnight, Isabel was sure to come and carry Susan off for as many hours as\npossible to the lovely Wallace home. They had long, serious talks\ntogether; Susan did not know whether to admire or envy most Isabel's\nserene happiness in her engagement, the most brilliant engagement of\nthe winter, and Isabel's deeper interest in her charities, her tender\nconsideration of her invalid mother, her flowers, her plan for the\nsmall brothers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"John is wonderful, of course,\" Isabel would agree in a smiling aside\nto Susan when, furred and glowing, she had brought her handsome big\nlover into the Saunders' drawing-room for a cup of tea, \"but I've been\nspoiled all my life, Susan, and I'm afraid he's going right on with it!\nAnd--\" Isabel's lovely eyes would be lighted with an ardent glow, \"and\nI want to do something with my life, Sue, something BIG, in return for\nit all!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAgain, Susan found herself watching with curious wistfulness the girl\nwho had really had an offer of marriage, who was engaged, openly adored\nand desired. What had he said to her--and she to him--what emotions\ncrossed their hearts when they went to watch the building of the\nbeautiful home that was to be theirs?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA man and a woman--a man and a woman--loving and marrying--what a\nmiracle the familiar aspects of approaching marriage began to seem! In\nthese days Susan read old poems with a thrill, read \"Trilby\" again, and\nfound herself trembling, read \"Adam Bede,\" and shut the book with a\nthundering heart. She went, with the others, to \"Faust,\" and turned to\nStephen Bocqueraz a pale, tense face, and eyes brimming with tears.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe writer's study, beyond the big library, had a fascination for her.\nAt least once a day she looked in upon him there, sometimes with Emily,\nsometimes with Ella, never, after that first day, alone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You can see that he's perfectly devoted to that dolly-faced wife of\nhis!\" Ella said, half-contemptuously. \"I think we all bore him,\" Emily\nsaid. \"Stephen is a good and noble man,\" said his wife's old cousin.\nSusan never permitted herself to speak of him. \"Don't you like him?\"\nasked Isabel. \"He seems crazy about you! I think you're terribly fine\nto be so indifferent about it, Susan!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn a certain December evening Emily decided that she was very unwell,\nand must have a trained nurse. Susan, who had stopped, without Emily,\nat the Wallaces' for tea, understood perfectly that the youngest Miss\nSaunders was delicately intimating that she expected a little more\nattention from her companion. A few months ago she would have risen to\nthe occasion with the sort of cheerful flattery that never failed in\nits effect on Emily, but to-night a sort of stubborn irritation kept", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher lips sealed, and in the end she telephoned for the nurse Emily\nfancied, a Miss Watts, who had been taking care of one of Emily's\nfriends.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Watts, effusive and solicitous, arrived, and Susan could see that\nEmily was repenting of her bargain long before she, Susan, had dressed\nfor dinner. But she ran downstairs with a singing heart, nevertheless.\nElla was to bring two friends in for cards, immediately after dinner;\nKenneth had not been home for three days; Miss Baker was in close\nattendance upon Mrs. Saunders, who had retired to her room before\ndinner; so Susan and Stephen were free to dine alone. Susan had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhesitated, in the midst of her dressing, over the consideration of a\ngown, and had finally compromised with her conscience by deciding upon\nquite the oldest, plainest, shabbiest black silk in the little\ncollection.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Most becoming thing you ever put on!\" said Emily, trying to\nreestablish quite cordial relations.\n\n\"I know,\" Susan agreed guiltily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen she and Stephen Bocqueraz came back into one of the smaller\ndrawing-rooms after dinner Susan walked to the fire and stood, for a\nfew moments, staring down at the coals. The conversation during the\nsoftly lighted, intimate little dinner had brought them both to a\ndangerous mood. Susan was excited beyond the power of reasonable\nthought. It was all nonsense, they were simply playing; he was a\nmarried man, and she a woman who never could by any possibility be", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nanything but \"good,\" she would have agreed impatiently and gaily with\nher own conscience if she had heard it at all--but just now she felt\nlike enjoying this particular bit of foolery to the utmost, and, since\nthere was really no harm in it, she was going to enjoy it! She had not\ntouched wine at dinner, but some subtler intoxication had seized her,\nshe felt conscious of her own beauty, her white throat, her shining\nhair, her slender figure in its clinging black, she felt conscious of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen's eyes, conscious of the effective background for them both\nthat the room afforded; the dull hangings, subdued lights and softly\nshining surfaces.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer companion stood near her, watching her. Susan, still excitedly\nconfident that she controlled the situation, began to feel her breath\ncome deep and swift, began to wish that she could think of just the\nright thing to say, to relieve the tension a little-began to wish that\nElla would come in--\n\nShe raised her eyes, a little frightened, a little embarrassed, to his,\nand in the next second he had put his arms about her and crushed her to\nhim and kissed her on the mouth.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Susan,\" he said, very quietly, \"you are my girl--you are MY girl, will\nyou let me take care of you? I can't help it--I love you.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was not play-acting, at last. A grim, an almost terrible\nearnestness was in his voice; his face was very pale; his eyes dark\nwith passion. Susan, almost faint with the shock, pushed away his arms,\nwalked a few staggering steps and stood, her back turned to him, one\nhand over her heart, the other clinging to the back of a chair, her\nbreath coming so violently that her whole body shook.\n\n\"Oh, don't--don't--don't!\" she said, in a horrified and frightened\nwhisper.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Susan\"--he began eagerly, coming toward her. She turned to face him,\nand breathing as if she had been running, and in simple entreaty, she\nsaid:\n\n\"Please--please--if you touch me again--if you touch me again--I\ncannot--the maids will hear--Bostwick will hear--\"\n\n\"No, no, no! Don't be frightened, dear,\" he said quickly and\nsoothingly. \"I won't. I won't do anything you don't want me to!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan pressed her hand over her eyes; her knees felt so weak that she\nwas afraid to move. Her breathing slowly grew more even.\n\n\"My dear--if you'll forgive me!\" the man said repentantly. She gave him\na weary smile, as she went to drop into her low chair before the fire.\n\n\"No, no, Mr. Bocqueraz, I'm to blame,\" she said quietly. And suddenly\nshe put her elbows on her knees, and buried her face in her hands.\n\n\"Listen, Susan--\" he began again. But again she silenced him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Just--one--moment--\" she said pleadingly. For two or three moments\nthere was silence.\n\n\"No, it's my fault,\" Susan said then, more composedly, pushing her hair\nback from her forehead with both hands, and raising her wretched eyes.\n\"Oh, how could I--how could I!\" And again she hid her face.\n\nStephen Bocqueraz did not speak, and presently Susan added, with a sort\nof passion:\n\n\"It was wicked, and it was COMMON, and no decent woman--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, you shan't take that tone!\" said Bocqueraz, suddenly looking up\nfrom a somber study of the fire. \"It is true, Susan, and--and I can't\nbe sorry it is. It's the truest thing in the world!\"\n\n\"Oh, let's not--let's NOT talk that way!\" All that was good and honest\nin her came to Susan's rescue now, all her clean and honorable\nheritage. \"We've only been fooling, haven't we?\" she urged eagerly.\n\"You know we have! Why, you--you--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" said Bocqueraz, \"it's too big now to be laughed away, Susan!\" He\ncame and knelt beside her chair and put his arm about her, his face so\nclose that Susan could lay an arresting hand upon his shoulder. Her\nheart beat madly, her senses swam.\n\n\"You mustn't!\" said Susan, trying to force her voice above a hoarse\nwhisper, and failing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you think you can deceive me about it?\" he asked. \"Not any more\nthan I could deceive you! Do you think I'M glad--haven't you seen how\nI've been fighting it--ignoring it--\"\n\nSusan's eyes were fixed upon his with frightened fascination; she could\nnot have spoken if life had depended upon it.\n\n\"No,\" he said, \"whatever comes of it, or however we suffer for it, I\nlove you, and you love me, don't you, Susan?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had forgotten herself now, forgotten that this was only a sort of\nplay--forgotten her part as a leading lady, bare-armed and\nbright-haired, whose role it was to charm this handsome man, in the\nsoft lamplight. She suddenly knew that she could not deny what he\nasked, and with the knowledge that she DID care for him, that this\nsplendid thing had come into her life for her to reject or to keep,\nevery rational thought deserted her. It only seemed important that he", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you care a little, Susan?\" he asked again. Susan did not answer or\nmove. Her eyes never left his face.\n\nShe was still staring at him, a moment later, ashen-faced and helpless,\nwhen they heard Bostwick crossing the hall to admit Ella and her\nchattering friends. Somehow she stood up, somehow walked to the door.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"After nine!\" said Ella, briskly introducing, \"but I know you didn't\nmiss us! Get a card-table, Bostwick, please. And, Sue, will you wait,\nlike a love, and see that we get something to eat at twelve--at one?\nTake these things, Lizzie. NOW. What is it, Stephen? A four-spot? You\nget it. How's the kid, Sue?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm going right up to see!\" Susan said dizzily, glad to escape. She\nwent up to Emily's room, and was made welcome by the bored invalid, and\ngladly restored to her place as chief attendant. When Emily was sleepy\nSusan went downstairs to superintend the arrangements for supper;\npresently she presided over the chafing-dish. She did not speak to\nBocqueraz or meet his look once during the evening. But in every fiber\nof her being she was conscious of his nearness, and of his eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe long night brought misgivings, and Susan went down to breakfast\ncold with a sudden revulsion of feeling. Ella kept her guest busy all\nday, and all through the following day. Susan, half-sick at first with\nthe variety and violence of her emotions, had convinced herself, before\nforty-eight hours were over, that the whole affair had been no more\nthan a moment of madness, as much regretted by him as by herself.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was humiliating to remember with what a lack of self-control and\nreserve she had borne herself, she reflected. \"But one more word of\nthis sort,\" Susan resolved, \"and I will simply go back to Auntie within\nthe hour!\"\n\nOn the third afternoon, a Sunday, Peter Coleman came to suggest an idle\nstroll with Emily and Susan, and was promptly seized by the gratified\nEmily for a motor-trip.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We'll stop for Isabel and John,\" said Emily, elated. \"Unless,\" her\nvoice became a trifle flat, \"unless you'd like to go, Sue,\" she\namended, \"and in that case, if Isabel can go, we can--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, heavens, no!\" Susan said, laughing, pleased at the disgusted face\nPeter Coleman showed beyond Emily's head. \"Ella wants me to go over to\nthe hotel, anyway, to talk about borrowing chairs for the concert, and\nI'll go this afternoon,\" she added, lowering her voice so that it\nshould not penetrate the library, where Ella and Bocqueraz and some\nluncheon guests were talking together.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut when she walked down the drive half an hour later, with the collies\nleaping about her, the writer quietly fell into step at her side. Susan\nstopped short, the color rushing into her face. But her companion paid\nno heed to her confusion.\n\n\"I want to talk to you, Susan,\" said he unsmilingly, and with a tired\nsigh. \"Where shall we walk? Up behind the convent here?\"\n\n\"You look headachy,\" Susan said sympathetically, distracted from larger\nissues by the sight of his drawn, rather colorless face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bad night,\" he explained briefly. And with no further objection she\ntook the convent road, and they walked through the pale flood of winter\nsunshine together. There had been heavy rains; to-day the air was\nfresh-washed and clear, but they could hear the steady droning of the\nfog-horn on the distant bay.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe convent, washed with clear sunlight, loomed high above its bare,\nwell-kept gardens. The usual Sunday visitors were mounting and\ndescending the great flight of steps to the doorway; a white-robed\nportress stood talking to one little group at the top, her folded arms\nlost in her wide sleeves. A three-year-old, in a caped white coat, made\nevery one laugh by her independent investigations of arches and doorway.\n\n\"Dear Lord, to be that size again!\" thought Susan, heavy-hearted.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've been thinking a good deal since Tuesday night, Susan,\" began\nBocqueraz quietly, when they had reached the shelved road that runs\npast the carriage gates and lodges of beautiful private estates, and\ncircles across the hills, above the town. \"And, of course, I've been\nblaming myself bitterly; but I'm not going to speak of that now. Until\nTuesday I hoped that what pain there was to bear, because of my caring\nfor you, would be borne by me alone. If I blame myself, Sue, it's only", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbecause I felt that I would rather bear it, any amount of it, than go\naway from you a moment before I must. But when I realize that you,\ntoo--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No--\" he said presently, \"we must face the thing honestly. And perhaps\nit's better so. I want to speak to you about my marriage. I was\ntwenty-five, and Lillian eighteen. I had come to the city, a\nseventeen-year-old boy, to make my fortune, and it was after the first\nsmall success that we met. She was an heiress--a sweet, pretty, spoiled\nlittle girl; she is just a little girl now in many ways. It was a very\nextraordinary marriage for her to wish to make; her mother disapproved;", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher guardians disapproved. I promised the mother to go away, and I did,\nbut Lillian had an illness a month or two later and they sent for me,\nand we were married. Her mother has always regarded me as of secondary\nimportance in her daughter's life; she took charge of our house, and of\nthe baby when Julie came, and went right on with her spoiling and\nwatching and exulting in Lillian. They took trips abroad; they decided\nwhether or not to open the town house; they paid all the bills. Lillian", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhas her suite of rooms, and I mine. Julie is very prettily fond of me;\nthey like to give a big tea, two or three times a winter, and have me\nin evidence, or Lillian likes to have me plan theatricals, or manage\namateur grand-opera for her. When Julie was about ten I had my own\nideas as to her upbringing, but there was a painful scene, in which the\nchild herself was consulted, and stood with her mother and grandmother--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"So, for several years, Susan, it has been only the decent outer shell\nof a marriage. We sometimes live in different cities for months at a\ntime, or live in the same house, and see no more of each other than\nguests in the same hotel. Lillian makes no secret of it; she would be\nglad to be free. We have never had a day, never an hour, of real\ncompanionship! My dear Sue--\" his voice, which had been cold and\nbitter, softened suddenly, and he turned to her the sudden winning", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsmile that she remembered noticing the first evening they had known\neach other. \"My dear Sue,\" he said, \"when I think what I have missed in\nlife I could go mad! When I think what it would be to have beside me a\ncomrade who liked what I like, who would throw a few things into a suit\ncase, and put her hand in mine, and wander over the world with me,\nlaughing and singing through Italy, watching a sudden storm from the\ndoorway of an English inn--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, don't!\" Susan said wistfully.\n\n\"You have never seen the Canadian forests, Sue, on some of the tropical\nbeaches, or the color in a japanese street, or the moon rising over the\nIrish lakes!\" he went on, \"and how you would love it all!\",\n\n\"We oughtn't--oughtn't to talk this way--\", Susan said unsteadily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey were crossing a field, above the town, and came now to a little\nstile. Susan sat down on the little weather-burned step, and stared\ndown on the town below. Bocqueraz leaned on the rail, and looked at her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Always--always--always,\" he pursued seriously. \"I have known that you\nwere somewhere in the world. Just you, a bold and gay and witty and\nbeautiful woman, who would tear my heart out by the roots when I met\nyou, and shake me out of my comfortable indifference to the world and\neverything in it. And you have come! But, Susan, I never knew, I never\ndreamed what it would mean to me to go away from you, to leave you in\npeace, never guessing--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, it's too late for that!\" said Susan, clearing her throat. \"I'd\nrather know.\"\n\nIf she had been acting it would have been the correct thing to say. The\nterrifying thought was that she was not acting; she was in deadly,\ndesperate earnest now, and yet she could not seem to stop short; every\ninstant involved her the deeper.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We--we must stop this,\" she said, jumping up, and walking briskly\ntoward the village. \"I am so sorry--I am so ashamed! It all\nseemed--seemed so foolish up to--well, to Tuesday. We must have been\nmad that night! I never dreamed that things would go so far. I don't\nblame you, I blame myself. I assure you I haven't slept since, I can't\nseem to eat or think or do anything naturally any more! Sometimes I\nthink I'm going crazy!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My poor little girl!\" They were in a sheltered bit of road now, and\nBocqueraz put his two hands lightly on her shoulders, and stopped her\nshort. Susan rested her two hands upon his arms, her eyes, raised to\nhis, suddenly brimmed with tears. \"My poor little girl!\" he said again\ntenderly, \"we'll find a way out! It's come on you too suddenly, Sue--it\ncame upon me like a thunderbolt. But there's just one thing,\" and Susan\nremembered long afterward the look in his eyes as he spoke of it, \"just", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\none thing you mustn't forget, Susan. You belong to me now, and I'll\nmove heaven and earth--but I'll have you. It's come all wrong,\nsweetheart, and we can't see our way now. But, my dearest, the\nwonderful thing is that it has come----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Think of the lives,\" he went on, as Susan did not answer, \"think of\nthe women, toiling away in dull, dreary lives, to whom a vision like\nthis has never come!\"\n\n\"Oh, I know!\" said Susan, in sudden passionate assent.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But don't misunderstand me, dear, you're not to be hurried or troubled\nin this thing. We'll think, and talk things over, and plan. My world is\na broader and saner world than yours is, Susan, and when I take you\nthere you will be as honored and as readily accepted as any woman among\nthem all. My wife will set me free---\" he fell into a muse, as they\nwalked along the quiet country road, and Susan, her brain a mad whirl\nof thoughts, did not interrupt him. \"I believe she will set me free,\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhe said, \"as soon as she knows that my happiness, and all my life,\ndepend upon it. It can be done; it can be arranged, surely. You know\nthat our eastern divorce laws are different from yours here, Susan---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think I must be mad to let you talk so!\" burst out Susan, \"You must\nnot! Divorce---! Why, my aunt---!\"\n\n\"We'll not mention it again,\" he assured her quickly, but although for\nthe rest of their walk they said very little, the girl escaped upstairs\nto her room before dinner with a baffled sense that the dreadful word,\nif unpronounced, had been none the less thundering in her brain and his\nall the way.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe made herself comfortable in wrapper and slippers, rather to the\nsatisfaction of Emily, who had brought Peter back to dinner, barely\ntouched the tray that the sympathetic Lizzie brought upstairs, and lay\ntrying to read a book that she flung aside again and again for the\nthoughts that would have their way.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe must think this whole thing out, she told herself desperately; view\nit dispassionately and calmly; decide upon the best and quickest step\ntoward reinstating the old order, toward blotting out this last\nfortnight of weakness and madness. But, if Susan was fighting for the\nlaws of men, a force far stronger was taking arms against her, the\ngreat law of nature held her in its grip. The voice of Stephen\nBocqueraz rang across her sanest resolution; the touch of Stephen", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWell, it had been sent to her, she thought resentfully, lying back\nspent and exhausted; she had not invited it. Suppose she accepted it;\nsuppose she sanctioned his efforts to obtain a divorce, suppose she\nwere married to him--And at the thought her resolutions melted away in\nthe sudden delicious and enervating wave of emotion that swept over\nher. To belong to him!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, my God, I do not know what to do!\" Susan whispered. She slipped to\nher knees, and buried her face in her hands. If her mind would but be\nstill for a moment, would stop its mad hurry, she might pray.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA knock at the door brought her to her feet; it was Miss Baker, who was\nsitting with Kenneth to-night, and who wanted company. Susan was glad\nto go noiselessly up to the little sitting-room next to Kenneth's room,\nand sit chatting under the lamp. Now and then low groaning and\nmuttering came from the sick man, and the women paused for a pitiful\nsecond. Susan presently went in to help Miss Baker persuade him to\ndrink some cooling preparation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe big room was luxurious enough for a Sultan, yet with hints of\nKenneth's earlier athletic interests in evidence too. A wonderful lamp\nat the bedside diffused a soft light. The sufferer, in embroidered and\nmonogrammed silk night-wear, was under a trimly drawn sheet, with a\nfluffy satin quilt folded across his feet. He muttered and shook his\nhead, as the drink was presented, and, his bloodshot eyes discovering\nSusan, he whispered her name, immediately shouting it aloud, hot eyes\non her face:\n\n\"Susan!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Feeling better?\" Susan smiled encouragingly, maternally, down upon him.\n\nBut his gaze had wandered again. He drained the glass, and immediately\nseemed quieter.\n\n\"He'll sleep now,\" said Miss Baker, when they were back in the\nadjoining room. \"Doesn't it seem a shame?\"\n\n\"Couldn't he be cured, Miss Baker?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" the nurse pursed her lips, shook her head thoughtfully. \"No, I\ndon't believe he could now. Doctor thinks the south of France will do\nwonders, and he says that if Mr. Saunders stayed on a strict diet for,\nsay a year, and then took some German cure--but I don't know! Nobody\ncould make him do it anyway. Why, we can't keep him on a diet for\ntwenty-four hours! Of course he can't keep this up. A few more attacks\nlike this will finish him. He's going to have a nurse in the morning,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand Doctor says that in about a month he ought to get away. It's my\nopinion he'll end in a mad-house,\" Miss Baker ended, with quiet\nsatisfaction.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, a lot of them do, my dear! He'll never get entirely well, that's\npositive. And now the problem is,\" the nurse, who was knitting a\ndelicate rainbow afghan for a baby, smiled placidly over her faint\npinks and blues, \"now the question is, who's going abroad with him? He\ncan't go alone. Ella declines the honor,\" Miss Baker's lips curled; she\ndetested Ella \"Emily--you know what Emily is! And the poor mother, who\nwould really make the effort, he says gets on his nerves. Anyway, she's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A nurse?\" suggested Susan.\n\n\"Oh, my dear!\" Miss Baker gave her a significant look. \"There are two\nclasses of nurses,\" she said, \"one sort wouldn't dare take a man who\nhas the delirium tremens anywhere, much less to a strange country, and\nthe other---! They tried that once, before my day it was, but I guess\nthat was enough for them. Of course the best thing that he could do,\"\npursued the nurse lightly, \"is get married.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Susan felt the topic a rather delicate one. \"Ought he marry?\"\nshe ventured.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't think I'd marry him!\" Miss Baker assured her hastily, \"but he's\nno worse than the Gregory boy, married last week. He's really no worse\nthan lots of others!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, it's a lovely, lovely world!\" brooded Susan bitterly. \"I wish to\nGOD,\" she added passionately, \"that there was some way of telling right\nfrom wrong! If you want to have a good time and have money enough, you\ncan steal and lie and marry people like Kenneth Saunders; there's no\nlaw that you can't break--pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony,\nenvy and sloth! That IS society! And yet, if you want to be decent, you\ncan slave away a thousand years, mending and patching and teaching and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't agree with you at all,\" said Miss Baker, in disapproval. \"I\nhope I'm not bad,\" she went on brightly, \"but I have a lovely time!\nEveryone here is lovely to me, and once a month I go home to my sister.\nWe're the greatest chums ever, and her baby, Marguerite, is named for\nme, and she's a perfect darling! And Beek--that's her husband--is the\nmost comical thing I ever saw; he'll go up and get Mrs. Tully--my\nsister rents one of her rooms,--and we have a little supper, and more", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, that's lovely,\" Susan said, but Miss Baker accepted the words and\nnot the tone, and went on to innocent narratives of Lily, Beek and the\nlittle Marguerite.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And now, I wonder what a really good, conscientious woman would do,\"\nthought Susan in the still watches of the night. Go home to Auntie, of\ncourse. He might follow her there, but, even if he did, she would have\nmade the first right step, and could then plan the second. Susan\nimagined Bocqueraz in Auntie's sitting-room and winced in the dark.\nPerhaps the most definite stand she took in all these bewildering days\nwas when she decided, with a little impatient resentment, that she was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nJust before dinner, on the evening following, she was at the grand\npiano in the big drawing-room, her fingers lazily following the score\nof \"Babes in Toyland,\" which Ella had left open upon the rack. Susan\nfelt tired and subdued, wearily determined to do her duty, wearily sure\nthat life, for the years to come, would be as gray and sad as to-day\nseemed. She had been crying earlier in the day and felt the better for\nthe storm. Susan had determined upon one more talk with Bocqueraz,--the\nlast.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd presently he was leaning on the piano, facing her in the dim light.\nSusan's hands began to tremble, to grow cold. Her heart beat high with\nnervousness; some primitive terror assailed her even here, in the\nfamiliar room, within the hearing of a dozen maids.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" he asked, as she did not smile.\n\nSusan still watched him seriously. She did not answer.\n\n\"My fault?\" he asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o.\" Susan's lip trembled. \"Or perhaps it is, in a way,\" she said\nslowly and softly, still striking almost inaudible chords. \"I can't--I\ncan't seem to see things straight, whichever way I look!\" she confessed\nas simply as a troubled child.\n\n\"Will you come across the hall into the little library with me and talk\nabout it for two minutes?\" he asked.\n\n\"No.\" Susan shook her head.\n\n\"Susan! Why not?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because we must stop it all,\" the girl said steadily, \"ALL, every bit\nof it, before we--before we are sorry! You are a married man, and I\nknew it, and it is ALL WRONG--\"\n\n\"No, it's not all wrong, I won't admit that,\" he said quickly. \"There\nhas been no wrong.\"\n\nIt was a great weight lifted from Susan's heart to think that this was\ntrue. Ended here, the friendship was merely an episode.\n\n\"If we stop here,\" she said almost pleadingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"If we stop here,\" he agreed, slowly. \"If we end it all here. Well. And\nof course, Sue, chance might, MIGHT set me free, you know, and then--\"\n\nAgain the serious look, followed by the sweet and irresistible smile.\nSusan suddenly felt the hot tears running down her cheeks.\n\n\"Chance won't,\" she said in agony. And she began to fumble blindly for\na handkerchief.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn an instant he was beside her, and as she stood up he put both arms\nabout her, and she dropped her head on his shoulder, and wept silently\nand bitterly. Every instant of this nearness stabbed her with new joy\nand new pain; when at last he gently tipped back her tear-drenched\nface, she was incapable of resisting the great flood of emotion that\nwas sweeping them both off their feet.\n\n\"Sue, you do care! My dearest, you DO care?\"\n\nSusan, panting, clung to him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, yes--yes!\" she whispered. And, at a sound from the hall, she\ncrushed his handkerchief back into his hand, and walked to the deep\narchway of a distant window. When he joined her there, she was still\nbreathing hard, and had her hand pressed against her heart, but she was\nno longer crying.\n\n\"I am mad I think!\" smiled Susan, quite mistress of herself.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Susan,\" he said eagerly, \"I was only waiting for this! If you knew--if\nyou only knew what an agony I've been in yesterday and to-day--! And\nI'm not going to distress you now with plans, my dearest. But, Sue, if\nI were a divorced man now, would you let it be a barrier?\"\n\n\"No,\" she said, after a moment's thought. \"No, I wouldn't let anything\nthat wasn't a legal barrier stand in the way. Even though divorce has\nalways seemed terrible to me. But--but you're not free, Mr. Bocqueraz.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe was standing close behind her, as she stood staring out into the\nnight, and now put his arm about her, and Susan, looking up over her\nshoulder, raised childlike blue eyes to his.\n\n\"How long are you going to call me that?\" he asked.\n\n\"I don't know--Stephen,\" she said. And suddenly she wrenched herself\nfree, and turned to face him.\n\n\"I can't seem to keep my senses when I'm within ten feet of you!\" Susan\ndeclared, half-laughing and half-crying.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But Sue, if my wife agrees to a divorce,\" he said, catching both her\nhands.\n\n\"Don't touch me, please,\" she said, loosening them.\n\n\"I will not, of course!\" He took firm hold of a chair-back. \"If\nLillian--\" he began again, very gravely.\n\nSusan leaned toward him, her face not twelve inches away from his face,\nher hand laid lightly for a second on his arm.\n\n\"You know that I will go with you to the end of the world, Stephen!\"\nshe said, scarcely above a whisper, and was gone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt became evident, in a day or two, that Kenneth Saunders' illness had\ntaken a rather alarming turn. There was a consultation of doctors;\nthere was a second nurse. Ella went to the extreme point of giving up\nan engagement to remain with her mother while the worst was feared;\nEmily and Susan worried and waited, in their rooms. Stephen Bocqueraz\nwas a great deal in the sick-room; \"a real big brother,\" as Mrs.\nSaunders said tearfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe crisis passed; Kenneth was better, was almost normal again. But the\ngreat specialist who had entered the house only for an hour or two had\nleft behind him the little seed that was to vitally affect the lives of\nseveral of these people.\n\n\"Dr. Hudson says he's got to get away,\" said Ella to Susan, \"I wish I\ncould go with him. Kenneth's a lovely traveler.\"\n\n\"I wish I could,\" Emily supplemented, \"but I'm no good.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And doctor says that he'll come home quite a different person,\" added\nhis mother. Susan wondered if she fancied that they all looked in a\nrather marked manner at her. She wondered, if it was not fancy, what\nthe look meant.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey were all in the upstairs sitting-room in the bright morning light\nwhen this was said. They had drifted in there one by one, apparently by\naccident. Susan, made a little curious and uneasy by a subtle sense of\nsomething unsaid--something pending, began to wonder, too, if it had\nreally been accident that assembled them there.\n\nBut she was still without definite suspicions when Ella, upon the\nentrance of Chow Yew with Mr. Kenneth's letters and the new magazines,\njumped up gaily, and said:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here, Sue! Will you run up with these to Ken--and take these violets,\ntoo?\"\n\nShe put the magazines in Susan's hands, and added a great bunch of dewy\nwet violets that had been lying on the table. Susan, really glad to\nescape from the over-charged atmosphere of the room, willingly went on\nher way.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nKenneth was sitting up to-day, very white, very haggard,--clean-shaven\nand hollow-eyed, and somehow very pitiful. He smiled at Susan, as she\ncame in, and laid a thin hand on a chair by the bed. Susan sat down,\nand as she did so the watching nurse went out.\n\n\"Well, had you ordered a pillow of violets with shaky doves?\" he asked,\nin a hoarse thin echo of his old voice. \"No, but I guess you were\npretty sick,\" the girl said soberly. \"How goes it to-day?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, fine!\" he answered hardily, \"as soon as I am over the ether I'll\nfeel like a fighting cock! Hudson talked a good deal with his mouth,\"\nsaid Kenneth coughing. \"But the rotten thing about me, Susan,\" he went\non, \"is that I can't booze,--I really can't do it! Consequently, when\nsome old fellow like that gets a chance at me, he thinks he ought to\nscare me to death!\" He sank back, tired from coughing. \"But I'm all\nright!\" he finished, comfortably, \"I'll be alright again after a while.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, sure!\" he said simply. \"I promised. I'm going to cut it out, ALL\nof it. I'm done. I don't mean to say that I've ever been a patch on\nsome of the others,\" said Kenneth. \"Lord, you ought to see some of the\nmen who really DRINK! At the same time, I've had enough. It's me to the\nsimple joys of country life--I'm going to try farming. But first they\nwant me to try France for awhile, and then take this German treatment,\nwhatever it is. Hudson wants me to get off by the first of the year.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, really! France!\" Susan's eyes sparkled. \"Oh, aren't you wild!\"\n\n\"I'm not so crazy about it. Not Paris, you know, but some dinky resort.\"\n\n\"Oh, but fancy the ocean trip--and meeting the village people--and New\nYork!\" Susan exclaimed. \"I think every instant of traveling would be a\njoy!\" And the vision of herself in all these places, with Stephen\nBocqueraz as interpreter, wrung her heart with longing.\n\nKenneth was watching her closely. A dull red color had crept into his\nface.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, why don't you come?\" he laughed awkwardly.\n\nSomething in his tone made Susan color uncomfortably too.\n\n\"That DID sound as if I were asking myself along!\" she smiled.\n\n\"Oh, no, it didn't!\" he reassured her. \"But--but I mean it. Why don't\nyou come?\"\n\nThey were looking steadily at each other now. Susan tried to laugh.\n\n\"A scandal in high life!\" she said, in an attempt to make the\nconversation farcical. \"Elopement surprises society!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's what I mean--that's what I mean!\" he said eagerly, yet\nbashfully too. \"What's the matter with our--our getting married, Susan?\nYou and I'll get married, d'ye see?\"\n\nAnd as, astonished and frightened and curiously touched she stood up,\nhe caught at her skirt. Susan put her hand over his with a reassuring\nand soothing gesture.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You'd like that, wouldn't you?\" he said, beginning to cough again.\n\"You said you would. And I--I am terribly fond of you--you could do\njust as you like. For instance, if you wanted to take a little trip off\nanywhere, with friends, you know,\" said Kenneth with boyish, smiling\ngenerosity, \"you could ALWAYS do it! I wouldn't want to tie you down to\nme!\" He lay back, after coughing, but his bony hand still clung to\nhers. \"You're the only woman I ever asked to undertake such a bad job,\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why--but honestly---\" Susan began. She laughed out nervously and\nunsteadily. \"This is so sudden,\" said she. Kenneth laughed too.\n\n\"But, you see, they're hustling me off,\" he complained. \"This weather\nis so rotten! And El's keen for it,\" he urged, \"and Mother too. If\nyou'll be so awfully, awfully good--I know you aren't crazy about\nme--and you know some pretty rotten things about me--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe very awkwardness of his phrasing won her as no other quality could.\nSusan felt suddenly tender toward him, felt old and sad and wise.\n\n\"Mr. Saunders,\" she said, gently, \"you've taken my breath away. I don't\nknow what to say to you. I can't pretend that I'm in love with you--\"\n\n\"Of course you're not!\" he said, very much embarrassed, \"but if there's\nno one else, Sue--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There is someone else,\" said Susan, her eyes suddenly watering.\n\"But--but that's not going--right, and it never can! If you'll give me\na few days to think about it, Kenneth--\"\n\n\"Sure! Take your time!\" he agreed eagerly.\n\n\"It would be the very quietest and quickest and simplest wedding that\never was, wouldn't it?\" she asked.\n\n\"Oh, absolutely!\" Kenneth seemed immensely relieved. \"No riot!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you will let me think it over?\" the girl asked, \"because--I know\nother girls say this, but it's true!--I never DREAMED--\"\n\n\"Sure, you think it over. I'll consider you haven't given me the\nfaintest idea of how you feel,\" said Kenneth. They clasped hands for\ngood-by. Susan fancied that his smile might have been an invitation for\na little more affectionate parting, but if it was she ignored it. She\nturned at the door to smile back at him before she went downstairs.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER V", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan went straight downstairs, and, with as little self-consciousness\nas if the house had been on fire, tapped at and opened the door of\nStephen Bocqueraz's study. He half rose, with a smile of surprise and\npleasure, as she came in, but his own face instantly reflected the\nconcern and distress on hers, and he came to her, and took her hand in\nhis.\n\n\"What is it, Susan?\" he asked, sharply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had closed the door behind her. Now she drew him swiftly to the\nother side of the room, as far from the hall as possible. They stood in\nthe window recess, Susan holding tight to the author's hand; Stephen\neyeing her anxiously and eagerly.\n\n\"My very dear little girl, what IS it?\"\n\n\"Kenneth wants me to marry him,\" Susan said panting. \"He's got to go to\nFrance, you know. They want me to go with him.\"\n\n\"What?\" Bocqueraz asked slowly. He dropped her hands.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, don't!\" Susan said, stung by his look. \"Would I have come straight\nto you, if I had agreed?\"\n\n\"You said 'no'?\" he asked quickly.\n\n\"I didn't say anything!\" she answered, almost with anger. \"I don't know\nwhat to do--or what to say!\" she finished forlornly.\n\n\"You don't know what to do?\" echoed Stephen, in his clear, decisive\ntones. \"What do you mean? Of course, it's monstrous! Ella never should\nhave permitted it. There's only one thing for you to do?\"\n\n\"It's not so easy as that,\" Susan said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How do you mean that it's not easy? You can't care for him?\"\n\n\"Care for him!\" Susan's scornful voice was broken by tears. \"Of course\nI don't care for him!\" she said. \"But--can't you see? If I displease\nthem, if I refuse to do this, that they've all thought out evidently,\nand planned, I'll have to go back to my aunt's!\"\n\nStephen Bocqueraz, his hands in his coat-pockets, stood silently\nwatching her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And fancy what it would mean to Auntie,\" Susan said, beginning to pace\nthe floor in agony of spirit. \"Comfort for the rest of her life! And\neverything for the girls! I would do anything else in the world,\" she\nsaid distressfully, \"for one tenth the money, for one twentieth of it!\nAnd I believe he would be kind to me, and he SAYS he is positively\ngoing to stop--and it isn't as if you and I--you and-I---\" she stopped\nshort, childishly.\n\n\"Of course you would be extremely rich,\" Stephen said quietly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, rich--rich--rich!\" Susan pressed her locked hands to her heart\nwith a desperate gesture. \"Sometimes I think we are all crazy, to make\nmoney so important!\" she went on passionately. \"What good did it ever\nbring anyone! Why aren't we taught when we're little that it doesn't\ncount, that it's only a side-issue! I've seen more horrors in the past\nyear-and-a-half than I ever did in my life before;--disease and lying\nand cruelty, all covered up with a layer of flowers and rich food and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhandsome presents! Nobody enjoys anything; even wedding-presents are\nonly a little more and a little better than the things a girl has had\nall her life; even children don't count; one can't get NEAR them!\nStephen,\" Susan laid her hand upon his arm, \"I've seen the horribly\npoor side of life,--the poverty that is worse than want, because it's\nhopeless,--and now I see the rich side, and I don't wonder any longer\nthat sometimes people take violent means to get away from it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe dropped into the chair that faced his, at the desk, and cupped her\nface in her hands, staring gloomily before her. \"If any of my own\npeople knew that I refused to marry Kenneth Saunders,\" she went on\npresently, \"they would simply think me mad; and perhaps I am! But,\nalthough he was his very sweetest and nicest this morning,--and I know\nhow different he can be!--somehow, when I leaned over him, the little\nodor of ether!--\" She broke off short, with a little shudder.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was a silence. Then Susan looked at her companion uncomfortably.\n\n\"Why don't you talk to me?\" she asked, with a tremulous smile.\n\nBocqueraz sat down at the desk opposite her, and stared at her across\nfolded arms.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing to say,\" he said quietly. But instantly some sudden violent\npassion shook him; he pressed both palms to his temples, and Susan\ncould see that the fingers with which he covered his eyes were shaking.\n\"My God! What more can I do?\" he said aloud, in a low tone. \"What more\ncan I do? You come to me with this, little girl,\" he said, gripping her\nhands in his. \"You turn to me, as your only friend just now. And I'm\ngoing to be worthy of your trust in me!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sweetheart,\" he said to her, and in his voice was the great relief\nthat follows an ended struggle, \"I'm only a man, and I love you! You\nare the dearest and truest and wittiest and best woman I ever knew.\nYou've made all life over for me, Susan, and you've made me believe in\nwhat I always thought was only the fancy of writers and poets;--that a\nman and woman are made for each other by God, and can spend all their\nlives,--yes, and other lives elsewhere--in glorious companionship,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwanting nothing but each other. I've seen a good many women, but I\nnever saw one like you. Will you let me take care of you, dear? Will\nyou trust me? You know what I am, Sue; you know what my work stands\nfor. I couldn't lie to you. You say you know the two extremes of life,\ndear, but I want to show you a third sort; where money ISN'T paramount,\nwhere rich people have souls, and where poor people get all the\nhappiness that there is in life!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHis arm was about her now; her senses on fire; her eyes brimming.\n\n\"But do you love me?\" whispered Susan.\n\n\"Love you!\" His face had grown pale. \"To have you ask me that,\" he said\nunder his breath, \"is the most heavenly--the most wonderful thing that\never came into my life! I'm not worthy of it. But God knows that I will\ntake care of you, Sue, and, long before I take you to New York, to my\nown people, these days will be only a troubled dream. You will be my\nwife then--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I believe you,\" she said seriously, giving him both her hands, and\nlooking bravely into his eyes. \"You are the best man I ever met--I\ncan't let you go. I believe it would be wrong to let you go.\" She\nhesitated, groped for words. \"You're the only thing in the world that\nseems real to me,\" Susan said. \"I knew that the old days at Auntie's\nwere all wrong and twisted somehow, and here--\" She indicated the house\nwith a shudder. \"I feel stifled here!\" she said. \"But--but if there is", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nreally some place where people are good and simple, whether they're\nrich or poor, and honest, and hard-working--I want to go there! We'll\nhave books and music, and a garden,\" she went on hurriedly, and he felt\nthat the hands in his were hot, \"and we'll live so far away from all\nthis sort of thing, that we'll forget it and they'll forget us! I would\nrather,\" Susan's eyes grew wistful, \"I would rather have a garden where\nmy babies could make mud-pies and play, then be married to Kenneth", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPerhaps something in the last sentence stirred him to sudden\ncompunction.\n\n\"You know that it means going away with me, little girl?\" he asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, it doesn't mean that,\" she answered honestly. \"I could go back to\nAuntie, I suppose. I could wait!\" \"I've been thinking of that,\" he\nsaid, seriously. \"I want you to listen to me. I have been half planning\na trip to Japan, Susan, I want to take you with me. We'll loiter\nthrough the Orient--that makes your eyes dance, my little Irishwoman;\nbut wait until you are really there; no books and no pictures do it\njustice! We'll go to India, and you shall see the Taj Mahal--all lovers\nought to see it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And the great desert--\" Susan said dreamily.\n\n\"And the great desert. We'll come home by Italy and France, and we'll\ngo to London. And while we're there, I will correspond with Lillian, or\nLillian's lawyer. There will be no reason then why she should hold me.\"\n\n\"You mean,\" said Susan, scarlet-cheeked, \"that--that just my going with\nyou will be sufficient cause?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It is the only ground on which she would,\" he assented, watching her,\n\"that she could, in fact.\" Susan stared thoughtfully out of the window.\n\"Then,\" he took up the narrative, \"then we stay a few months in London,\nare quietly married there,--or, better yet, sail at once for home, and\nare married in some quiet little Jersey town, say, and then--then I\nbring home the loveliest bride in the world! No one need know that our\ntrip around the world was not completely chaperoned. No one will ask", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFor answer he took a letter from his pocket, and with her own eyes she\nread an editor's acceptance of the new novel for what seemed to her a\nfabulous sum. No argument could have influenced her as the single\ntypewritten sheet did. Why should she not trust this man, whom all the\nworld admired and trusted? Heart and mind were reconciled now; Susan's\neyes, when they were raised to his, were full of shy adoration and\nconfidence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's my girl!\" he said, very low. He put his arm about her and she\nleaned her head on his shoulder, grateful to him that he said no more\njust now, and did not even claim the kiss of the accepted lover.\nTogether they stood looking down at the leafless avenue, for a long\nmoment.\n\n\"Stephen!\" called Ella's voice at the door. Susan's heart lost a beat;\ngave a sick leap of fear; raced madly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Just a moment,\" Bocqueraz said pleasantly. He stepped noiselessly to\nthe door of the porch, noiselessly opened it, and Susan slipped through.\n\n\"Don't let me interrupt you, but is Susan here?\" called Ella.\n\n\"Susan? No,\" Susan herself heard him say, before she went quietly about\nthe corner of the house and, letting herself in at the side-door, lost\nthe sound of their voices.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had entered the rear hall, close to a coat-closet; and now,\nfollowing a sudden impulse, she put on a rough little hat and the long\ncloak she often wore for tramps, ran down the drive, crossed behind the\nstables, and was out in the quiet highway, in the space of two or three\nminutes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nQuick-rising clouds were shutting out the sun; a thick fog was creeping\nup from the bay, the sunny bright morning was to be followed by a dark\nand gloomy afternoon. Everything looked dark and gloomy already;\ngardens everywhere were bare; a chilly breeze shook the ivy leaves on\nthe convent wall. As Susan passed the big stone gateway, in its\nclose-drawn network of bare vines, the Angelus rang suddenly from the\ntower;--three strokes, a pause, three more, a final three,--dying away", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nin a silence as deep as that of a void. Susan remembered another\nconvent-bell, heard years ago, a delicious assurance of meal-time. A\nsharp little hungry pang assailed her even now at the memory, and with\nthe memory came just a fleeting glimpse of a little girl, eager,\ntalkative, yellow of braids, leading the chattering rush of girls into\nthe yard.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girls were pouring out of the big convent-doors now, some of them\nnoticed the passer-by, eyed her respectfully. She knew that they\nthought of her as a \"young lady.\" She longed for a wistful moment to be\none of them, to be among them, to have no troubles but the possible\n\"penance\" after school, no concern but for the contents of her\nlunch-basket!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe presently came to the grave-yard gate, and went in, and sat down on\na tilted little filigree iron bench, near one of the graves. She could\nlook down on the roofs of the village below, and the circle of hills\nbeyond, and the marshes, cut by the silver ribbons of streams that went\ndown to the fog-veiled bay. Cocks crowed, far and near, and sometimes\nthere came to her ears the shouts of invisible children, but she was\nshut out of the world by the soft curtain of the fog.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNot even now did her breath come evenly. Susan began to think that her\nheart would never beat normally again. She tried to collect her\nthoughts, tried to analyze her position, only to find herself studying,\nwith amused attention, the interest of a brown bird in the tip of her\nshoe, or reflecting with distaste upon the fact that somehow she must\ngo back to the house, and settle the matter of her attitude toward\nKenneth, once and for all.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOver all her musing poured the warm flood of excitement and delight\nthat the thought of Stephen Bocqueraz invariably brought. Her most\nheroic effort at self-blame melted away at the memory of his words.\nWhat nonsense to treat this affair as a dispassionate statement of the\nfacts might represent it! Whatever the facts, he was Stephen Bocqueraz,\nand she Susan Brown, and they understood each other, and were not\nafraid!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan smiled as she thought of the romances built upon the histories of\ngirls who were \"led astray,\" girls who were \"ruined,\" men whose\npromises of marriage did not hold. It was all such nonsense! It did not\nseem right to her even to think of these words in connection with this\nparticular case; she felt as if it convicted her somehow of coarseness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe abandoned consecutive thought, and fell to happy musing. She shut\nher eyes and dreamed of crowded Oriental streets, of a great desert\nasleep under the moonlight, of New York shining clean and bright, the\nspring sunlight, and people walking the streets under the fresh green\nof tall trees. She had seen it so, in many pictures, and in all her\ndreams, she liked the big city the best. She dreamed of a little\ndining-table in a flying railway-train--", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut when Stephen Bocqueraz entered the picture, so near, so kind, so\nbig and protecting, Susan thought as if her heart would burst, she\nopened her eyes, the color flooding her face.\n\nThe cemetery was empty, dark, silent. The glowing visions faded, and\nSusan made one more conscientious effort to think of herself, what she\nwas doing, what she planned to do.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Suppose I go to Auntie's and simply wait--\" she began firmly. The\nthought went no further. Some little memory, drifting across the\ncurrent, drew her after it. A moment later, and the dreams had come\nback in full force.\n\n\"Well, anyway, I haven't DONE anything yet and, if I don't want to, I\ncan always simply STOP at the last moment,\" she said to herself, as she\nbegan to walk home.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt the great gateway of the Wallace home, two riders overtook her;\nIsabel, looking exquisitely pretty in her dashing habit and hat, and\nher big cavalier were galloping home for a late luncheon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Come in and have lunch with us!\" Isabel called gaily, reining in. But\nSusan shook her head, and refused their urging resolutely. Isabel's\nwedding was but a few weeks off now, and Susan knew that she was very\nbusy. But, beside that, her heart was so full of her own trouble, that\nthe sight of the other girl, radiant, adored, surrounded by her father\nand mother, her brothers, the evidences of a most unusual popularity,\nwould have stabbed Susan to the heart. What had Isabel done, Susan", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nasked herself bitterly, to have every path in life made so lovely and\nso straight, while to her, Susan, even the most beautiful thing in the\nworld had come in so clouded and distorted a form.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut he loved her! And she loved him, and that was all that mattered,\nafter all, she said to herself, as she reentered the house and went\nupstairs.\n\nElla called her into her bed-room as she passed the door, by humming\nthe Wedding-march.\n\n\"Tum-TUM-ti-tum! Tum TUM-ti-tum!\" sang Ella, and Susan, uneasy but\nsmiling, went to the doorway and looked in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Come in, Sue,\" said Ella, pausing in the act of inserting a large bare\narm into a sleeve almost large enough to accommodate Susan's head.\n\"Where've you been all this time? Mama thought that you were upstairs\nwith Ken, but the nurse says that he's been asleep for an hour.\"\n\n\"Oh, that's good!\" said Susan, trying to speak naturally, but turning\nscarlet. \"The more he sleeps the better!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I want to tell you something, Susan,\" said Ella, violently tugging at\nthe hooks of her skirt,--\"Damn this thing!--I want to tell you\nsomething, Susan. You're a very lucky girl; don't you fool yourself\nabout that! Now it's none of my affair, and I'm not butting in, but, at\nthe same time, Ken's health makes this whole matter a little unusual,\nand the fact that, as a family--\" Ella picked up a hand-mirror, and\neyed the fit of her skirt in the glass--\"as a family,\" she resumed,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nafter a moment, \"we all think it's the wisest thing that Ken could do,\nor that you could do, makes this whole thing very different in the eyes\nof society from what it MIGHT be! I don't say it's a usual marriage; I\ndon't say that we'd all feel as favorably toward it as we do if the\ncircumstances were different,\" Ella rambled on, snapping the clasp of a\nlong jeweled chain, and pulling it about her neck to a becoming\nposition. \"But I do say that it's a very exceptional opportunity for a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ngirl in your position, and one that any sensible girl would jump at. I\nmay be Ken's sister,\" finished Ella, rapidly assorting rings and\nslipping a selected few upon her fingers, \"but I must say that!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I know,\" said Susan, uncomfortably. Ella, surprised perhaps at the\nlistless tone, gave her a quick glance.\n\n\"Mama,\" said Miss Saunders, with a little color, \"Mama is the very\nmildest of women, but as Mama said, 'I don't see what more any girl\ncould wish!' Ken has got the easiest disposition in the world, if he's\nlet alone, and, as Hudson said, there's nothing really the matter with\nhim, he may live for twenty or thirty years, probably will!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, I know,\" Susan said quickly, wishing that some full and\nintelligent answer would suggest itself to her.\n\n\"And finally,\" Ella said, quite ready to go downstairs for an informal\ngame of cards, but not quite willing to leave the matter here.\n\"Finally, I must say, Sue, that I think this shilly-shallying is\nvery--very unbecoming. I'm not asking to be in your confidence, _I_\ndon't care one way or the other, but Mama and the Kid have always been\nawfully kind to you--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You've all been angels,\" Susan was glad to say eagerly.\n\n\"Awfully kind of you,\" Ella pursued, \"and all I say is this, make up\nyour mind! It's unexpected, and it's sudden, and all that,--very well!\nBut you're of age, and you've nobody to please but yourself, and, as I\nsay--as I say--while it's nothing to me, I like you and I hate to have\nyou make a fool of yourself!\"\n\n\"Did Ken say anything to you?\" Susan asked, with flaming cheeks.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, he just said something to Mama about it's being a shame to ask a\ngirl your age to marry a man as ill as he. But that's all sheer\nnonsense,\" Ella said briskly, \"and it only goes to show that Ken is a\ngood deal more decent than people might think! What earthly objection\nany girl could have I can't imagine myself!\" Ella finished pointedly.\n\n\"Nobody could!\" Susan said loyally.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nobody could,--exactly!\" Ella said in a satisfied tone. \"For a month\nor two,\" she admitted reasonably, \"you may have to watch his health\npretty closely. I don't deny it. But you'll be abroad, you'll have\neverything in the world that you want. And, as he gets stronger, you\ncan go about more and more. And, whatever Hudson says, I think that the\nday will come when he can live where he chooses, and do as he likes,\njust like anyone else! And I think---\" Ella, having convinced herself", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nentirely unaided by Susan, was now in a mellowed mood. \"I think you're\ndoing much the wisest thing!\" she said. \"Go up and see him later,\nthere's a nice child! The doctor's coming at three; wait until he goes.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd Ella was gone.\n\nSusan shut the door of Ella's room, and took a deep chair by a window.\nIt was perhaps the only place in the house in which no one would think\nof looking for her, and she still felt the need of being alone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe sat back in the chair, and folded her arms across her chest, and\nfell to deep thinking. She had let Ella leave her under a\nmisunderstanding, not because she did not know how to disabuse Ella's\nmind of the idea that she would marry Kenneth, and not because she was\nafraid of the result of such a statement, but because, in her own mind,\nshe could not be sure that Kenneth Saunders, with his millions, was not\nher best means of escape from a step even more serious in the eyes of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIf she would be pitied by a few people for marrying Kenneth, she would\nbe envied by a thousand. The law, the church, the society in which they\nmoved could do nothing but approve. On the other hand, if she went away\nwith Stephen Bocqueraz, all the world would rise up to blame her and to\ndenounce her. A third course would be to return to her aunt's\nhouse,--with no money, no work, no prospects of either, and to wait,\nyears perhaps----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo, no, she couldn't wait. Rebellion rose in her heart at the mere\nthought. \"I love him!\" said Susan to herself, thrilled through and\nthrough by the mere words. What would life be without him now--without\nthe tall and splendid figure, the big, clever hands, the rich and\nwell-trained voice, without his poetry, his glowing ideals, his\nintimate knowledge of that great world in whose existence she had\nalways had a vague and wistful belief?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe herself belonged to that very large class of women for whom passion\nis only a rather-to-be-avoided word. She was loving, and generous where\nshe loved, but far too ignorant of essential facts regarding herself,\nand the world about her, to either protect herself from being\nmisunderstood, or to give even her thoughts free range, had she desired\nto do so. What knowledge she had had come to her,--in Heaven alone\nknows what distorted shape!--from some hazily remembered passage in a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nplay, from some joke whose meaning had at first entirely escaped her,\nor from some novel, forbidden by Auntie as \"not nice,\" but read\nnevertheless, and construed into a hundred vague horrors by the\nmystified little brain.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLately all this mass of curiously mixed information had had new light\nthrown upon it because of the sudden personal element that entered into\nSusan's view. Love became the great Adventure, marriage was no longer\nmerely a question of gifts and new clothes and a honeymoon trip, and a\ndear little newly furnished establishment. Nothing sordid, nothing\nsensual, touched Susan's dreams even now, but she began to think of the\nconstant companionship, the intimacy of married life, the miracle of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmotherhood, the courage of the woman who can put her hand in any man's\nhand, and walk with him out from the happy, sheltered pale of girlhood,\nand into the big world!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was interrupted in her dreaming by Ella's maid, who put her head\ninto the room with an apologetic:\n\n\"Miss Saunders says she's sorry, Miss Brown, but if Mrs. Richardson\nisn't here, and will you come down to fill the second table?\"\n\nDownstairs went Susan, to be hastily pressed into service.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Heaven bless you, Sue,\" said Ella, the cards already being dealt.\n\"Kate Richardson simply hasn't come, and if you'll fill in until she\ndoes----You say hearts?\" Ella interrupted herself to say to her nearest\nneighbor. \"Well, I can't double that. I lead and you're down, Elsa--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo Susan it seemed a little flat to sit here seriously watching the\nfall of the cards, deeply concerned in the doubled spade or the dummy\nfor no trump. When she was dummy she sat watching the room dreamily,\nher thoughts drifting idly to and fro. It was all curiously\nunreal,--Stephen gone to a club dinner in the city, Kenneth lying\nupstairs, she, sitting here, playing cards! When she thought of Kenneth\na little flutter of excitement seized her; with Stephen's memory a warm", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I beg your pardon!\" said Susan, suddenly aroused.\n\n\"Your lead, Miss Brown---\"\n\n\"Mine? Oh, surely. You made it---?\"\n\n\"I bridged it. Mrs. Chauncey made it diamonds.\"\n\n\"Oh, surely!\" Susan led at random. \"Oh, I didn't mean to lead that!\"\nshe exclaimed. She attempted to play the hand, and the following hand,\nwith all her power, and presently found herself the dummy again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAgain serious thought pressed in upon her from all sides. She could not\nlong delay the necessity of letting Kenneth, and Kenneth's family, know\nthat she would not do her share in their most recent arrangement for\nhis comfort. And after that---? Susan had no doubt that it would be the\nbeginning of the end of her stay here. Not that it would be directly\ngiven as the reason for her going; they had their own ways of bringing\nabout what suited them, these people.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut what of Stephen? And again warmth and confidence and joy rose in\nher heart. How big and true and direct he was, how far from everything\nthat flourished in this warm and perfumed atmosphere! \"It must be right\nto trust him,\" Susan said to herself, and it seemed to her that even to\ntrust him supremely, and to brave the storm that would follow, would be\na step in the right direction. Out of the unnatural atmosphere of this\nhouse, gone forever from the cold and repressing poverty of her aunt's,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, that nine is the best, Miss Brown! You trumped it---\"\n\nSusan brought her attention to the game again. When the cards were\nfinally laid down, tea followed, and Susan must pour it. After that she\nran up to her room to find Emily there, dressing for dinner.\n\n\"Oh, Sue, there you are! Listen, Mama wants you to go in and see her a\nminute before dinner,\" Emily said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I am dead!\" Susan began flinging off her things, loosened the masses\nof her hair, and shook it about her, tore off her tight slippers and\nflung them away.\n\n\"Should think you would be,\" Emily said sympathetically. She was\nevidently ready for confidences, but Susan evaded them. At least she\nowed no explanation to Emily!\n\n\"El wants to put you up for the club,\" called Emily above the rush of\nhot water into the bathtub.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why should she?\" Susan called back smiling, but uneasy, but Emily\nevidently did not hear.\n\n\"Don't forget to look in on Mama,\" she said again, when Susan was\ndressed. Susan nodded.\n\n\"But, Lord, this is a terrible place to try to THINK in!\" the girl\nthought, knocking dutifully on Mrs. Saunders' door.\n\nThe old lady, in a luxurious dressing-gown, was lying on the wide couch\nthat Miss Baker had drawn up before the fire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There's the girl I thought had forgotten all about me!\" said Mrs.\nSaunders in tremulous, smiling reproach. Susan went over and, although\nuncomfortably conscious of the daughterliness of the act, knelt down\nbeside her, and squeezed the little shell-like hand. Miss Baker smiled\nfrom the other side of the room where she was folding up the day-covers\nof the bed with windmill sweeps of her arms.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, now, I didn't want to keep you from your dinner,\" murmured the\nold lady. \"I just wanted to give you a little kiss, and tell you that\nI've been thinking about you!\"\n\nSusan gave the nurse, who was barely out of hearing, a troubled look.\nIf Miss Baker had not been there, she would have had the courage to\ntell Kenneth's mother the truth. As it was, Mrs. Saunders\nmisinterpreted her glance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We won't say ONE WORD!\" she whispered with childish pleasure in the\nsecret. The little claw-like hands drew Susan down for a kiss; \"Now,\nyou and Doctor Cooper shall just have some little talks about my boy,\nand in a year he'll be just as well as ever!\" whispered the foolish,\nfond little mother, \"and we'll go into town next week and buy all sorts\nof pretty things, shall we? And we'll forget all about this bad\nsickness! Now, run along, lovey, it's late!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, profoundly apprehensive, went slowly out of the room. She turned\nto the stairway that led to the upper hall to hear Ella's voice from\nher own room:\n\n\"Sue! Going up to see Ken?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Susan said without turning back.\n\n\"That's a good child,\" Ella called gaily. \"The kid's gone down to\ndinner, but don't hurry. I'm dining out.\"\n\n\"I'll be down directly,\" Susan said, going on. She crossed the dimly\nlighted, fragrant upper hall, and knocked on Kenneth's door.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was instantly opened by the gracious and gray-haired Miss Trumbull,\nthe night nurse. Kenneth, in a gorgeous embroidered Mandarin coat, was\nsitting up and enjoying his supper.\n\n\"Come in, woman,\" he said, smiling composedly. Susan felt warmed and\nheartened by his manner, and came to take her chair by the bed. Miss\nTrumbull disappeared, and the two had the big, quiet room to themselves.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" said Kenneth, laying down a wish-bone, and giving her a shrewd\nsmile. \"You can't do it, and you're afraid to say so, is that it?\"\n\nA millstone seemed lifted from Susan's heart. She smiled, and the tears\nrushed into her eyes.\n\n\"I--honestly, I'd rather not,\" she said eagerly.\n\n\"That other fellow, eh?\" he added, glancing at her before he attacked\nanother bone with knife and fork.\n\nTaken unawares, she could not answer. The color rushed into her face.\nShe dropped her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter Coleman, isn't it?\" Kenneth pursued.\n\n\"Peter Coleman!\" Susan might never have heard the name before, so\nunaffected was her astonishment.\n\n\"Well, isn't it?\"\n\nSusan felt in her heart the first stirring of a genuine affection for\nKenneth Saunders. He seemed so bright, so well to-night, he was so kind\nand brotherly.\n\n\"It's Stephen,\" said she, moved by a sudden impulse to confide. He eyed\nher in blank astonishment, and Susan saw in it a sort of respect. But\nhe only answered by a long whistle.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gosh, that is tough,\" he said, after a few moments of silence. \"That\nis the limit, you poor kid! Of course his wife is particularly well and\nhusky?\"\n\n\"Particularly!\" echoed Susan with a shaky laugh. For the first time in\ntheir lives she and Kenneth talked together with entire naturalness and\nwith pleasure. Susan's heart felt lighter than it had for many a day.\n\n\"Stephen can't shake his wife, I suppose?\" he asked presently.\n\n\"Not--not according to the New York law, I believe,\" Susan said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well--that's a case where virtue is its own reward,--NOT,\" said\nKenneth. \"And he--he cares, does he?\" he asked, with shy interest.\n\nA rush of burning color, and the light in Susan's eyes, were her only\nanswer.\n\n\"Shucks, what a rotten shame!\" Kenneth said regretfully. \"So he goes\naway to Japan, does he? Lord, what a shame---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan really thought he was thinking more of her heart-affair than his\nown, when she finally left him. Kenneth was heartily interested in the\nill-starred romance. He bade her good-night with real affection and\nsympathy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan stood bewildered for a moment, outside the door, listening to the\nsubdued murmurs that came up from the house, blinking, after the bright\nglow of Kenneth's lamps, in the darkness of the hall. Presently she\ncrossed to a wide window that faced across the village, toward the\nhills. It was closed; the heavy glass gave back only a dim reflection\nof herself, bare-armed, bare-throated, with spangles winking dully on\nher scarf.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe opened the window and the sweet cold night air came in with a rush,\nand touched her hot cheeks and aching head with an infinite coolness.\nSusan knelt down and drank deep of it, raised her eyes to the silent\ncircle of the hills, the starry arch of the sky.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was no moon, but Tamalpais' great shoulder was dimly outlined\nagainst darker blackness, and moving, twinkling dots showed where\nferryboats were crossing and recrossing the distant bay. San\nFrancisco's lights glittered like a chain of gems, but San Rafael,\nexcept for a half-concealed household light, here and there under the\ntrees, was in darkness. Faint echoes of dance-music came from the\nhotel, the insistent, throbbing bass of a waltz; Susan shuddered at the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthought of it; the crowd and the heat, the laughing and flirting, the\neating and drinking. Her eyes searched the blackness between the\nstars;--oh, to plunge into those infinite deeps, to breathe the\nuntainted air of those limitless great spaces!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGarden odors, wet and sweet, came up to her; she got the exquisite\nbreath of drenched violets, of pinetrees. Susan thought of her mother's\nlittle garden, years ago, of the sunken stone ale-bottles that framed\nthe beds, of alyssum and marigolds and wall-flowers and hollyhocks\ngrowing all together. She remembered her little self, teasing for\nheart-shaped cookies, or gravely attentive to the bargain driven\nbetween her mother and the old Chinese vegetable-vendor, with his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nloaded, swinging baskets. It went dimly through Susan's mind that she\nhad grown too far away from the good warm earth. It was years since she\nhad had the smell of it and the touch of it, or had lain down in its\nlong grasses. At her aunt's house, in the office, and here, it seemed\nso far away! Susan had a hazy vision of some sensible linen gardening\ndresses--of herself out in the spring sunshine, digging, watering,\ngetting happier and dirtier and hotter every minute----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSomebody was playing Walther's song from \"Die Meistersinger\" far\ndownstairs, and the plaintive passionate notes drew Susan as if they\nhad been the cry of her name. She went down to find Emily and Peter\nColeman laughing and flirting over a box of chocolates, at the\ninglenook seat in the hall, and Stephen Bocqueraz alone in the\ndrawing-room, at the piano. He stopped playing as she came in, and they\nwalked to the fire and took opposite chairs beside the still brightly\nburning logs.\n\n\"Anything new?\" he asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, lots!\" Susan said wearily. \"I've seen Kenneth. But they don't know\nthat I can't--can't do it. And they're rather taking it for granted\nthat I am going to!\"\n\n\"Going to marry him!\" he asked aghast. \"Surely you haven't equivocated\nabout it, Susan?\" he asked sharply.\n\n\"Not with him!\" she answered in quick self-defense, with a thrill for\nthe authoritative tone. \"I went up there, tired as I am, and told him\nthe absolute truth,\" said Susan. \"But they may not know it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I confess I don't see why,\" Bocqueraz said, in disapproval. \"It would\nseem to me simple enough to---\"\n\n\"Oh, perhaps it does seem simple, to you!\" Susan defended herself\nwearily, \"but it isn't so easy! Ella is dreadful when she's angry,--I\ndon't know quite what I will do, if this ends my being here---\"\n\n\"Why should it?\" he asked quickly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because it's that sort of a position. I'm here as long as I'm wanted,\"\nSusan said bitterly, \"and when I'm not, there'll be a hundred ways to\nend it all. Ella will resent this, and Mrs. Saunders will resent it,\nand even if I was legally entitled to stay, it wouldn't be very\npleasant under those circumstances!\" She rested her head against the\ncurved back of her chair, and he saw tears slip between her lashes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, my darling! My dearest little girl, you mustn't cry!\" he said, in\ndistress. \"Come to the window and let's get a breath of fresh air!\"\n\nHe crossed to a French window, and held back the heavy curtain to let\nher step out to the wide side porch. Susan's hand held his tightly in\nthe darkness, and he knew by the sound of her breathing that she was\ncrying.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't know what made me go to pieces this way,\" she said, after a\nmoment. \"But it has been such a day!\" And she composedly dried her\neyes, and restored his handkerchief to him.\n\n\"You poor little girl!\" he said tenderly. \"---Is it going to be too\ncold out here for you, Sue?\"\n\n\"No-o!\" said Susan, smiling, \"it's heavenly!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Then we'll talk. And we must make the most of this too, for they may\nnot give us another chance! Cheer up, sweetheart, it's only a short\ntime now! As you say, they're going to resent the fact that my girl\ndoesn't jump at the chance to ally herself with all this splendor, and\nto-morrow may change things all about for every one of us. Now, Sue, I\ntold Ella to-day that I sail for Japan on Sunday---\"\n\n\"Oh, my God!\" Susan said, taken entirely unawares.\n\nHe was near enough to put his arm about her shoulders.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My little girl,\" he said, gravely, \"did you think that I was going to\nleave you behind?\"\n\n\"I couldn't bear it,\" Susan said simply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You could bear it better than I could,\" he assured her. \"But we'll\nnever be separated again in this life, I hope! And every hour of my\nlife I'm going to spend in trying to show you what it means to me to\nhave you--with your beauty and your wit and your charm--trust me to\nstraighten out all this tangle! You know you are the most remarkable\nwoman I ever knew, Susan,\" he interrupted himself to say, seriously.\n\"Oh, you can shake your head, but wait until other people agree with", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nme! Wait until you catch the faintest glimpse of what our life is going\nto be! And how you'll love the sea! And that reminds me,\" he was all\nbusiness-like again, \"the Nippon Maru sails on Sunday. You and I sail\nwith her.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe paused, and in the gradually brightening gloom Susan's eyes met his,\nbut she did not speak nor stir.\n\n\"It's the ONLY way, dear!\" he said urgently. \"You see that? I can't\nleave you here and things cannot go on this way. It will be hard for a\nlittle while, but we'll make it a wonderful year, Susan, and when it's\nover, I'll take my wife home with me to New York.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It seems incredible,\" said Susan slowly, \"that it is ever RIGHT to do\na thing like this. You--you think I'm a strong woman, Stephen,\" she\nwent on, groping for the right words, \"but I'm not--in this way. I\nthink I COULD be strong,\" Susan's eyes were wistful, \"I could be strong\nif my husband were a pioneer, or if I had an invalid husband, or if I\nhad to--to work at anything,\" she elucidated. \"I could even keep a\nstore or plow, or go out and shoot game! But my life hasn't run that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Exactly, dear! And now you are going to make conditions for yourself,\"\nhe added eagerly, as she hesitated. Susan sighed.\n\n\"Not so soon as Sunday,\" she said, after a pause.\n\n\"Sunday too soon? Very well, little girl. If you want to go Sunday,\nwe'll go. And, if you say not, I'll await your plans,\" he agreed.\n\n\"But, Stephen--what about tickets?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The tickets are upstairs,\" he told her. \"I reserved the prettiest\nsuite on board for Miss Susan Bocqueraz, my niece, who is going with me\nto meet her father in India, and a near-by stateroom for myself. But,\nof course, I'll forfeit these reservations rather than hurry or\ndistress you now. When I saw the big liner, Susan, the cleanness and\nbrightness and airiness of it all; and when I thought of the\ndeliciousness of getting away from the streets and smells and sounds of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe city, out on the great Pacific, I thought I would be mad to prolong\nthis existence here an unnecessary day. But that's for you to say.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I see,\" she said dreamily. And through her veins, like a soothing\ndraught, ran the premonition of surrender. Delicious to let herself go,\nto trust him, to get away from all the familiar sights and faces! She\nturned in the darkness and laid both hands on his shoulders. \"I'll be\nready on Sunday,\" said she gravely. \"I suppose, as a younger girl, I\nwould have thought myself mad to think of this. But I have been wrong\nabout so many of those old ideas; I don't feel sure of anything any", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmore. Life in this house isn't right, Stephen, and certainly the old\nlife at Auntie's,--all debts and pretense and shiftlessness,--isn't\nright either.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You'll not be sorry, dear,\" he told her, holding her hands.\n\nAn instant later they were warned, by a sudden flood of light on the\nporch, that Mr. Coleman had come to the open French window.\n\n\"Come in, you idiots!\" said Peter. \"We're hunting for something to eat!\"\n\n\"You come out, it's a heavenly night!\" Stephen said readily.\n\n\"Nothing stirring,\" Mr. Coleman said, sauntering toward them\nnevertheless. \"Don't you believe a word she says, Mr. Bocqueraz, she's\nan absolute liar!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Peter, go back, we're talking books,\" said Susan, unruffled.\n\n\"Well, I read a book once, Susan,\" he assured her proudly. \"Say, let's\ngo over to the hotel and have a dance, what?\"\n\n\"Madman!\" the writer said, in indulgent amusement, as Peter went back.\n\"We'll be in directly, Coleman!\" he called. Then he said quickly, and\nin a low tone to Susan. \"Shall you stay here until Sunday, or would you\nrather be with your own people?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It just depends upon what Ella and Emily do,\" Susan answered. \"Kenneth\nmay not tell them. If he does, it might be better to go. This is\nTuesday. Of course I don't know, Stephen, they may be very generous\nabout it, they may make it as pleasant as they can. But certainly Emily\nisn't sorry to find some reason for terminating my stay here.\nWe've--perhaps it's my fault, but we've been rather grating on each\nother lately. So I think it's pretty safe to say that I will go home on\nWednesday or Thursday.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good,\" he said. \"I can see you there!\"\n\n\"Oh, will you?\" said Susan, pleased.\n\n\"Oh, will I! And another thing, dear, you'll need some things. A big\ncoat for the steamer, and some light gowns--but we can get those. We'll\ndo some shopping in Paris---\"\n\nHe had touched a wrong chord, and Susan winced.\n\n\"I have some money,\" she assured him, hastily, \"and I'd rather--rather\nget those things myself!\"\n\n\"You shall do as you like,\" he said gravely. Silently and thoughtfully\nthey went back to the house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan lay awake almost all night, quiet and wide-eyed in the darkness,\nthinking, thinking, thinking. She arraigned herself mentally before a\njury of her peers, and pleaded her own case. She did not think of\nStephen Bocqueraz to-night,--thought of him indeed did not lead to\nrational argument!--but she confined her random reflections to the\nconduct of other women. There was a moral code of course, there were\nCommandments. But by whose decree might some of these be set aside, and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nignored, while others must still be observed in the letter and the\nspirit? Susan knew that Ella would discharge a maid for stealing\nperfumery or butter, and within the hour be entertaining a group of her\nfriends with the famous story of her having taken paste jewels abroad,\nto be replaced in London by real stones and brought triumphantly home\nunder the very eyes of the custom-house inspectors. She had heard Mrs.\nPorter Pitts, whose second marriage followed her divorce by only a few", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhours, addressing her respectful classes in the Correction Home for\nWayward Girls. She had heard Mrs. Leonard Orvis congratulated upon her\nlineage and family connections on the very same occasion when Mrs.\nOrvis had entertained a group of intimates with a history of her\nsuccessful plan for keeping the Orvis nursery empty.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was to the Ellas, the Pitts, the Orvises, that Susan addressed her\narguments. They had broken laws. She was only temporarily following\ntheir example. She heard the clock strike four, before she went to\nsleep, and was awakened by Emily at nine o'clock the next morning.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a rainy, gusty morning, with showers slapping against the\nwindows. The air in the house was too warm, radiators were purring\neverywhere, logs crackled in the fireplaces of the dining-room and\nhall. Susan, looking into the smaller library, saw Ella in a wadded\nsilk robe, comfortably ensconced beside the fire, with the newspapers.\n\n\"Good-morning, Sue,\" said Ella politely. Susan's heart sank. \"Come in,\"\nsaid Ella. \"Had your breakfast?\"\n\n\"Not yet,\" said Susan, coming in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I just want to speak to you a moment,\" said Ella, and Susan\nknew, from the tone, that she was in for an unpleasant half-hour.\nEmily, following Susan, entered the library, too, and seated herself on\nthe window-seat. Susan did not sit down.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've got something on my mind, Susan,\" Ella said, frowning as she\ntossed aside her papers, \"and,--you know me. I'm like all the Roberts,\nwhen I want to say a thing, I say it!\" Ella eyed her groomed fingers a\nmoment, bit at one before she went on. \"Now, there's only one important\nperson in this house, Sue, as I always tell everyone, and that's Mamma!\n'Em and I don't matter,' I say, 'but Mamma's old, and she hasn't very\nmuch longer to live, and she DOES count!' I--you may not always see", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nit,\" Ella went on with dignity, \"but I ALWAYS arrange my engagements so\nthat Mamma shall be the first consideration, she likes to have me go\nplaces, and I like to go, but many and many a night when you and Em\nthink that I am out somewhere I'm in there with Mamma---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan knew that they were in the realm of pure fiction now, but she\ncould only listen. She glanced at Emily, but Emily only looked\nimpressed and edified.\n\n\"So--\" Ella, unchallenged, went on. \"So when I see anyone inclined to\nbe rude to Mamma, Sue---\"\n\n\"As you certainly were---\" Emily began.\n\n\"Keep out of this, Baby,\" Ella said. Susan asked in astonishment;\n\n\"But, good gracious, Ella! When was I ever rude to your mother?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Just--one--moment, Sue,\" Ella said, politely declining to be hurried.\n\"Well! So when I realize that you deceived Mamma, Sue, it--I've always\nliked you, and I've always said that there was a great deal of\nallowance to be made for you,\" Ella interrupted herself to say kindly,\n\"but, you know, that is the one thing I can't forgive!--In just a\nmoment---\" she added, as Susan was about to speak again. \"Well, about a\nweek ago, as you know, Ken's doctor said that he must positively", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntravel. Mamma isn't well enough to go, the kid can't go, and I can't\nget away just now, even,\" Ella was deriving some enjoyment from her new\nrole of protectress, \"even if I would leave Mamma. What Ken suggested,\nyou know, seemed a suitable enough arrangement at the time, although I\nthink, and I know Mamma thinks, that it was just one of the poor boy's\nideas which might have worked very well, and might not! One never can\ntell about such things. Be that as it may, however---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Ella, what on earth are you GETTING at!\" asked Susan, in sudden\nimpatience.\n\n\"Really, Sue!\" Emily said, shocked at this irreverence, but Ella,\nflushing a little, proceeded with a little more directness.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm getting at THIS--please shut up, Baby! You gave Mamma to\nunderstand that it was all right between you and Ken, and Mamma told me\nso before I went to the Grahams' dinner, and I gave Eva Graham a pretty\nstrong hint! Now Ken tells Mamma that that isn't so at all,--I must say\nKen, for a sick boy, acted very well! And really, Sue, to have you\nwilling to add anything to Mamma's natural distress and worry now\nit,--well, I don't like it, and I say so frankly!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, angered past the power of reasonable speech, remained silent for\nhalf-a-minute, holding the back of a chair with both hands, and looking\ngravely into Ella's face.\n\n\"Is that all?\" she asked mildly.\n\n\"Except that I'm surprised at you,\" Ella said a little nettled.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm not going to answer you,\" Susan said, \"because you know very well\nthat I have always loved your Mother, and that I deceived nobody! And\nyou can't make me think SHE has anything to do with this! It isn't my\nfault that I don't want to marry your brother, and Emily knows how\nutterly unfair this is!\"\n\n\"Really, I don't know anything about it!\" Emily said airily.\n\n\"Oh, very well,\" Susan said, at white heat. She turned and went quietly\nfrom the room.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe went upstairs, and sat down crosswise on a small chair, and stared\ngloomily out of the window. She hated this house, she said to herself,\nand everyone in it! A maid, sympathetically fluttering about, asked\nMiss Brown if she would like her breakfast brought up.\n\n\"Oh, I would!\" said Susan gratefully. Lizzie presently brought in a\ntray, and arranged an appetizing little meal.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They're something awful, that's what I say,\" said Lizzie presently in\na cautious undertone. \"But I've been here twelve years, and I say\nthere's worse places! Miss Ella may be a little raspy now, Miss Brown,\nbut don't you take it to heart!\" Susan, the better for hot coffee and\nhuman sympathy, laughed out in cheerful revulsion of feeling.\n\n\"Things are all mixed up, Lizzie, but it's not my fault,\" she said\ngaily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, it don't matter,\" said the literal Lizzie, referring to the\ntray. \"I pile 'em up anyhow to carry 'em downstairs!\"\n\nBreakfast over, Susan still loitered in her own apartments. She wanted\nto see Stephen, but not enough to risk encountering someone else in the\nhalls. At about eleven o'clock, Ella knocked at the door, and came in.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm in a horrible rush,\" said Ella, sitting down on the bed and\ninteresting herself immediately in a silk workbag of Emily's that hung\nthere. \"I only want to say this, Sue,\" she began. \"It has nothing to do\nwith what we were talking of this morning, but--I've just been\ndiscussing it with Mamma!--but we all feel, and I'm sure you do, too,\nthat this is an upset sort of time. Emily, now,\" said Ella, reaching\nher sister's name with obvious relief, \"Em's not at all well, and she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfeels that she needs a nurse,--I'm going to try to get that nurse Betty\nBrock had,--Em may have to go back to the hospital, in fact, and Mamma\nis so nervous about Ken, and I---\" Ella cleared her throat, \"I feel\nthis way about it,\" she said. \"When you came here it was just an\nexperiment, wasn't it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Certainly,\" Susan agreed, very red in the face.\n\n\"Certainly, and a most successful one, too,\" Ella conceded relievedly.\n\"But, of course, if Mamma takes Baby abroad in the spring,--you see how\nit is? And of course, even in case of a change now, we'd want you to\ntake your time. Or,--I'll tell you, suppose you go home for a visit\nwith your aunt, now. Monday is Christmas, and then, after New Year's,\nwe can write about it, if you haven't found anything else you want to\ndo, and I'll let you know---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I understand perfectly,\" Susan said quietly, but with a betraying\ncolor. \"Certainly, I think that would be wisest.\"\n\n\"Well, I think so,\" said Ella with a long breath. \"Now, don't be in a\nhurry, even if Miss Polk comes, because you could sleep upstairs---\"\n\n\"Oh, I'd rather go at once-to-day,\" Susan said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Indeed not, in this rain,\" Ella said with her pleasant, half-humorous\nair of concern. \"Mamma and Baby would think I'd scared you away.\nTomorrow, Sue, if you're in such a hurry. But this afternoon some\npeople are coming in to meet Stephen--he's really going on Sunday, he\nsays,--stay and pour!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt would have been a satisfaction to Susan's pride to refuse. She knew\nthat Ella really needed her this afternoon, and would have liked to\npunish that lady to that extent. But hurry was undignified and\ncowardly, and Stephen's name was a charm, and so it happened that Susan\nfound herself in the drawing-room at five o'clock, in the center of a\nchattering group, and stirred, as she was always stirred, by Stephen's\neffect on the people he met. He found time to say to her only a few", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwords, \"You are more adorable than ever!\" but they kept Susan's heart\nsinging all evening, and she and Emily spent the hours after dinner in\ngreat harmony; greater indeed than they had enjoyed for months.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next day she said her good-byes, agitated beyond the capacity to\nfeel any regret, for Stephen Bocqueraz had casually announced his\nintention to take the same train that she did for the city. Ella gave\nher her check; not for the sixty dollars that would have been Susan's\nhad she remained to finish out her month, but for ten dollars less.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEmily chattered of Miss Polk, \"she seemed to think I was so funny and\nso odd, when we met her at Betty's,\" said Emily, \"isn't she crazy? Do\nYOU think I'm funny and odd, Sue?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen put her in a carriage at the ferry and they went shopping\ntogether. He told her that he wanted to get some things \"for a small\nfriend,\" and Susan, radiant in the joy of being with him, in the\ndelicious bright winter sunshine, could not stay his hand when he\nbought the \"small friend\" a delightful big rough coat, which Susan\nobligingly tried on, and a green and blue plaid, for steamer use, a\ntrunk, and a parasol \"because it looked so pretty and silly,\" and in", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShreve's, as they loitered about, a silver scissors and a gold thimble,\na silver stamp-box and a traveler's inkwell, a little silver watch no\nlarger than a twenty-five-cent piece, a little crystal clock, and,\nfinally, a ring, with three emeralds set straight across it, the\nloveliest great bright stones that Susan had ever seen, \"green for an\nIrish gir-rl,\" said Stephen.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen they went to tea, and Susan laughed at him because he remembered\nthat Orange Pekoe was her greatest weakness, and he laughed at Susan\nbecause she was so often distracted from what she was saying by the\nflash of her new ring.\n\n\"What makes my girl suddenly look so sober?\"\n\nSusan smiled, .\n\n\"I was thinking of what people will say.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think you over-estimate the interest that the world is going to take\nin our plans, Susan,\" he said, gravely, after a thoughtful moment. \"We\ntake our place in New York, in a year or two, as married people. 'Mrs.\nBocqueraz'\"--the title thrilled Susan unexpectedly,--\"'Mrs. Bocqueraz\nis his second wife,' people will say. 'They met while they were both\ntraveling about the world, I believe.' And that's the end of it!\"\n\n\"But the newspapers may get it,\" Susan said, fearfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't see how,\" he reassured her. \"Ella naturally can't give it to\nthem, for she will think you are at your aunt's. Your aunt---\"\n\n\"Oh, I shall write the truth to Auntie,\" Susan said, soberly. \"Write\nher from Honolulu, probably. And wild horses wouldn't get it out of\nHER. But if the slightest thing should go wrong---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing will, dear. We'll drift about the world awhile, and the first\nthing you know you'll find yourself married hard and tight, and being\ninvited to dinners and lunches and things in New York!\"\n\nSusan's dimples came into view.\n\n\"I forget what a very big person you are,\" she smiled. \"I begin to\nthink you can do anything you want to do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had a reminder of his greatness even before they left the tea-room,\nfor while they were walking up the wide passage toward the arcade, a\nyoung woman, an older woman, and a middle-aged man, suddenly addressed\nthe writer.\n\n\"Oh, do forgive me!\" said the young woman, \"but AREN'T you Stephen\nGraham Bocqueraz? We've been watching you--I just couldn't HELP--\"\n\n\"My daughter is a great admirer---\" the man began, but the elder woman\ninterrupted him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We're ALL great admirers of your books, Mr. Bocqueraz,\" said she, \"but\nit was Helen, my daughter here!--who was sure she recognized you. We\nwent to your lecture at our club, in Los Angeles---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen shook hands, smiled and was very gracious, and Susan, shyly\nsmiling, too, felt her heart swell with pride. When they went on\ntogether the little episode had subtly changed her attitude toward him;\nSusan was back for the moment in her old mood, wondering gratefully\nwhat the great man saw in HER to attract him!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA familiar chord was touched when an hour later, upon getting out of a\ncarriage at her aunt's door, she found the right of way disputed by a\ngarbage cart, and Mary Lou, clad in a wrapper, holding the driver in\nspirited conversation through a crack in the door. Susan promptly\nsettled a small bill, kissed Mary Lou, and went upstairs in harmonious\nand happy conversation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I was just taking a bath!\" said Mary Lou, indignantly. Mary Lou never\ntook baths easily, or as a matter of course. She always made an event\nof them, choosing an inconvenient hour, assembling soap, clothing and\ntowels with maddening deliberation, running about in slippered feet for\na full hour before she locked herself into, and everybody else out of,\nthe bathroom. An hour later she would emerge from the hot and\nsteam-clouded apartment, to spend another hour in her room in leisurely", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndressing. She was at this latter stage now, and regaled Susan with all\nthe family news, as she ran her hand into stocking after stocking in\nsearch of a whole heel, and forced her silver cuff-links into the\nstarched cuffs of her shirtwaist.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFerd Eastman's wife had succumbed, some weeks before, to a second\nparalytic stroke, and Mary Lou wept unaffectedly at the thought of poor\nFerd's grief. She said she couldn't help hoping that some sweet and\nlovely girl,--\"Ferd knows so many!\" said Lou, sighing,--would fill the\nempty place. Susan, with an unfavorable recollection of Ferd's fussy,\nimportant manner and red face, said nothing. Georgie, Mary Lou\nreported, was a very sick woman, in Ma's and Mary Lou's opinion. Ma had", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nasked the young O'Connors to her home for Christmas dinner; \"perhaps\nthey expected us to ask the old lady,\" said Mary Lou, resentfully,\n\"anyway, they aren't coming!\" Georgie's baby, it appeared, was an\nangel, but Joe disciplined the poor little thing until it would make\nanyone's heart sick.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOf Alfie the report was equally discouraging: \"Alfie's wife is\nperfectly awful,\" his sister said, \"and their friends, Sue,--barbers\nand butchers! However, Ma's asked 'em here for Christmas dinner, and\nthen you'll see them!\" Virginia was still at the institution, but of\nlate some hope of eventual restoration of her sight had been given her.\n\"It would break your heart to see her in that place, it seems like a\npoorhouse!\" said Mary Lou, with trembling lips, \"but Jinny's an angel.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was really good news of the Lord sisters, Susan was rejoiced to\nhear. They had finally paid for their lot in Piedmont Hills, and a new\ntrolley-car line, passing within one block of it, had trebled its\nvalue. This was Lydia's chance to sell, in Mary Lou's opinion, but\nLydia intended instead to mortgage the now valuable property, and build\na little two-family house upon it with the money thus raised. She had\npassed the school-examinations, and had applied for a Berkeley school.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But better than all,\" Mary Lou announced, \"that great German muscle\ndoctor has been twice to see Mary,--isn't that amazing? And not a cent\ncharged---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, God bless him!\" said Susan, her eyes flashing through sudden mist.\n\"And will she be cured?\"\n\n\"Not ever to really be like other people, Sue. But he told her, last\ntime, that by the time that Piedmont garden was ready for her, she'd be\nready to go out and sit in it every day! Lydia fainted away when he\nsaid it,--yes, indeed she did!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's the best news I've heard for many a day!\" Susan rejoiced.\nShe could not have explained why, but some queer little reasoning\nquality in her brain made her own happiness seem the surer when she\nheard of the happiness of other people.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe old odors in the halls, the old curtains and chairs and dishes, the\nold, old conversation; Mrs. Parker reading a clean, neatly lined,\ntemperate little letter from Loretta, signed \"Sister Mary Gregory\";\nMajor Watts anxious to explain to Susan just the method of building an\narmy bridge that he had so successfully introduced during the Civil\nWar,--\"S'ee, 'Who is this boy, Cutter?' 'Why, sir, I don't know,' says\nCaptain Cutter, 'but he says his name is Watts!' 'Watts?' says the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLydia Lord came down to get Mary's dinner, and again Susan helped the\nwatery vegetable into a pyramid of saucers, and passed the green glass\ndish of pickles, and the pink china sugar-bowl. But she was happy\nto-night, and it seemed good to be home, where she could be her natural\nself, and put her elbows on the table, and be listened to and laughed\nat, instead of playing a role.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gosh, we need you in this family, Susie!\" said William Oliver, won\nfrom fatigue and depression to a sudden appreciation of her gaiety.\n\n\"Do you, Willie darling?\"\n\n\"Don't you call me Willie!\" he looked up to say scowlingly.\n\n\"Well, don't you call me Susie, then!\" retorted Susan. Mrs. Lancaster\npatted her hand, and said affectionately, \"Don't it seem good to have\nthe children scolding away at each other again!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan and William had one of their long talks, after dinner, while they\ncracked and ate pine-nuts, and while Mary Lou, at the other end of the\ndining-room table, painstakingly wrote a letter to a friend of her\ngirlhood. Billy was frankly afraid that his men were reaching the point\nwhen a strike would be the natural step, and as president of their\nnew-formed union, and spokesman for them whenever the powers had to be\napproached, he was anxious to delay extreme measures as long as he", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncould. Susan was inclined to regard the troubles of the workingman as\nvery largely of his own making. \"You'll simply lose your job,\" said\nSusan, \"and that'll be the end of it. If you made friends with the\nCarpenters, on the other hand, you'd be fixed for life. And the\nCarpenters are perfectly lovely people. Mrs. Carpenter is on the\nhospital board, and a great friend of Ella's. And she says that it's\nridiculous to think of paying those men better wages when their homes", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nare so dirty and shiftless, and they spend their money as they do! You\nknow very well there will always be rich people and poor people, and\nthat if all the money in the world was divided on Monday morning---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Don't get that old chestnut off!\" William entreated.\n\n\"Well, I don't care!\" Susan said, a little more warmly for the\ninterruption. \"Why don't they keep their houses clean, and bring their\nkids up decently, instead of giving them dancing lessons and white\nstockings!\"\n\n\"Because they've had no decent training themselves, Sue---\"\n\n\"Oh, decent training! What about the schools?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Schools don't teach anything! But if they had fair play, and decent\nhours, and time to go home and play with the kids, and do a little\ngardening, they'd learn fast enough!\"\n\n\"The poor you have always with you,\" said Mary Lou, reverently. Susan\nlaughed outright, and went around the table to kiss her cousin.\n\n\"You're an old darling, Mary Lou!\" said she. Mary Lou accepted the\ntribute as just.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, but I don't think we ought to forget the IMMENSE good that rich\npeople do, Billy,\" she said mildly. \"Mrs. Holly's daughters gave a\nChristmas-tree party for eighty children yesterday, and the Saturday\nMorning Club will have a tree for two hundred on the twenty-eighth!\"\n\n\"Holly made his money by running about a hundred little druggists out\nof the business,\" said Billy, darkly.\n\n\"Bought and paid for their businesses, you mean,\" Susan amended sharply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, paid about two years' profits,\" Billy agreed, \"and would have run\nthem out of business if they hadn't sold. If you call that honest!\"\n\n\"It's legally honest,\" Susan said lazily, shuffling a pack for\nsolitaire. \"It's no worse than a thousand other things that people do!\"\n\n\"No, I agree with you there!\" Billy said heartily, and he smiled as if\nhe had had the best of the argument.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan followed her game for awhile in silence. Her thoughts were glad\nto escape to more absorbing topics, she reviewed the happy afternoon,\nand thrilled to a hundred little memories. The quiet, stupid evening\ncarried her back, in spirit, to the Susan of a few years ago, the\nshabby little ill-dressed clerk of Hunter, Baxter & Hunter, who had\nbeen such a limited and suppressed little person. The Susan of to-day\nwas an erect, well-corseted, well-manicured woman of the world; a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nperson of noticeable nicety of speech, accustomed to move in the very\nhighest society. No, she could never come back to this, to the old\nshiftless, penniless ways. Any alternative rather!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And, besides, I haven't really done anything yet,\" Susan said to\nherself, uneasily, when she was brushing her hair that night, and Mary\nLou was congratulating her upon her improved appearance and manner.\n\nOn Saturday she introduced her delighted aunt and cousin to Mr.\nBocqueraz, who came to take her for a little stroll.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've always thought you were quite an unusual girl, Sue,\" said her\naunt later in the afternoon, \"and I do think it's a real compliment for\na man like that to talk to a girl like you! I shouldn't know what to\nsay to him, myself, and I was real proud of the way you spoke up; so\neasy and yet so ladylike!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan gave her aunt only an ecstatic kiss for answer. Bread was needed\nfor dinner, and she flashed out to the bakery for it, and came flying\nback, the bread, wrapped in paper and tied with pink string, under her\narm. She proposed a stroll along Filmore Street to Mary Lou, in the\nevening, and they wrapped up for their walk under the clear stars.\nThere was a holiday tang to the very air; even the sound of a premature\nhorn, now and then; the shops were full of shoppers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou had some cards to buy, at five cents apiece, or two for five\ncents, and they joined the gently pushing groups in the little\nstationery stores. Insignificant little shoppers were busily making\nselections from the open trays of cards; school-teachers,\nstenographers, bookkeepers and clerks kept up a constant little murmur\namong themselves.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How much are these? Thank you!\" \"She says these are five, Lizzie; do\nyou like them better than the little holly books?\" \"I'll take these\ntwo, please, and will you give me two envelopes?--Wait just a moment, I\ndidn't see these!\" \"This one was in the ten-cent box, but it's marked\nfive, and that lady says that there were some just like it for five. If\nit's five, I want it!\" \"Aren't these cunnin', Lou?\" \"Yes, I noticed\nthose, did you see these, darling?\" \"I want this one--I want these,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Are you going to be open at all to-morrow?\" Mary Lou asked, unwilling\nto be hurried into a rash choice. \"Isn't this little one with a baby's\nface sweet?\" said a tall, gaunt woman, gently, to Susan.\n\n\"Darling!\" said Susan.\n\n\"But I want it for an unmarried lady, who isn't very fond of children,\"\nsaid the woman delicately. \"So perhaps I had better take these two\nfunny little pussies in a hat!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey went out into the cold street again, and into a toy-shop where a\nlamb was to be selected for Georgie's baby. And here was a roughly\ndressed young man holding up a three-year-old boy to see the elephants\nand horses. Little Three, a noisy little fellow, with cold red little\nhands, and a worn, soiled plush coat, selected a particularly charming\nshaggy horse, and shouted with joy as his father gave it to him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you like that, son? Well, I guess you'll have to have it; there's\nnothing too good for you!\" said the father, and he signaled a\nsaleswoman. The girl looked blankly at the change in her hand.\n\n\"That's two dollars, sir,\" she said, pleasantly, displaying the tag.\n\n\"What?\" the man stammered, turning red. \"Why--why, sure--that's right!\nBut I thought---\" he appealed to Susan. \"Don't that look like twenty\ncents?\" he asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou tugged discreetly at Susan's arm, but Susan would not desert\nthe baby in the plush coat.\n\n\"It IS!\" she agreed warmly.\n\n\"Oh, no, ma'am! These are the best German toys,\" said the salesman\nfirmly.\n\n\"Well, then, I guess---\" the man tried gently to disengage the horse\nfrom the jealous grip of its owner, \"I guess we'd better leave this\nhorse here for some other little feller, Georgie,\" said he, \"and we'll\ngo see Santa Claus.\"\n\n\"I thess want my horse that Dad GAVE me!\" said Georgie, happily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Shall I ask Santa Claus to send it?\" asked the saleswoman, tactfully.\n\n\"No-o-o!\" said Georgie, uneasily. \"Doncher letter have it, Dad!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Give the lady the horse, old man,\" said the father, \"and we'll go find\nsomething pretty for Mamma and the baby!\" The little fellow's lips\nquivered, but even at three some of the lessons of poverty had been\nlearned. He surrendered the horse obediently, but Susan saw the little\nrough head go down tight against the man's collar, and saw the clutch\nof the grimy little hand.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwo minutes later she ran after them, and found them seated upon the\nlowest step of an out-of-the-way stairway; the haggard, worried young\nfather vainly attempting to console the sobbing mite upon his knee.\n\n\"Here, darling,\" said Susan. And what no words could do, the touch of\nthe rough-coated pony did for her; up came the little face, radiant\nthrough tears; Georgie clasped his horse again.\n\n\"No, ma'am, you mustn't--I thank you very kindly, ma'am, but----\" was\nall that Susan heard before she ran away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe would do things like that every day of her life, she thought, lying\nawake in the darkness that night. Wasn't it better to do that sort of\nthing with money than to be a Mary Lou, say, without? She was going to\ntake a reckless and unwise step now. Admitted. But it would be the only\none. And after busy and blameless years everyone must come to see that\nit had been for the best.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEvery detail was arranged now. She and Stephen had visited the big\nliner that afternoon; Susan had had her first intoxicating glimpse of\nthe joy of sea-travel, had peeped into the lovely little cabin that was\nto be her own, had been respectfully treated by the steward as the\ncoming occupant of that cabin. She had seen her new plaid folded on a\ncouch, her new trunk in place, a great jar of lovely freesia lilies\nalready perfuming the fresh orderliness of the place.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNothing to do now but to go down to the boat in the morning. Stephen\nhad both tickets in his pocket-book. A careful scrutiny of the\nfirst-cabin list had assured Susan that no acquaintances of hers were\nsailing. If, in the leave-taking crowd, she met someone that she knew,\nwhat more natural than that Miss Brown had been delegated by the\nSaunders family to say good-bye to their charming cousin? Friends had\npromised to see Stephen off, but, if Ella appeared at all, it would be", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut three days of the pure, simple old atmosphere had somewhat affected\nSusan, in spite of herself. She could much more easily have gone away\nwith Stephen Bocqueraz without this interval. Life in the Saunders home\nstimulated whatever she had of recklessness and independence, frivolity\nand irreverence of law. She would be admired for this step by the\npeople she had left; she could not think without a heartache of her\naunt's shame and distress.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHowever there seemed nothing to do now but to go to sleep. Susan's last\nthought was that she had not taken the step YET,--in so much, at least,\nshe was different from the girls who moved upon blind and passionate\nimpulses. She could withdraw even now.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe morning broke like many another morning; sunshine and fog battling\nout-of-doors, laziness and lack of system making it generally\ncharacteristic of a Sunday morning within. Susan went to Church at\nseven o'clock, because Mary Lou seemed to expect it of her, and because\nit seemed a good thing to do, and was loitering over her breakfast at\nhalf-past-eight, when Mrs. Lancaster came downstairs.\n\n\"Any plan for to-day, Sue?\" asked her aunt. Susan jumped nervously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Goodness, Auntie! I didn't see you there! Yes, you know I have to go\nand see Mr. Bocqueraz off at eleven.\"\n\n\"Oh, so you do! But you won't go back with the others, dear? Tell them\nwe want you for Christmas!\"\n\n\"With the others?\"\n\n\"Miss Ella and Emily,\" her aunt supplied, mildly surprised.\n\n\"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, I suppose so. I don't know,\" Susan said in great\nconfusion.\n\n\"You'll probably see Lydia Lord there,\" pursued Mrs. Lancaster,\npresently. \"She's seeing Mrs. Lawrence's cousins off.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"On the Nippon Maru?\" Susan asked nervously.\n\n\"How you do remember names, Sue! Yes, Lydia's going down.\"\n\n\"I'd go with you, Sue, if it wasn't for those turkeys to stuff,\" said\nMary Lou. \"I do love a big ship!\"\n\n\"Oh, I wish you could!\" Susan said.\n\nShe went upstairs with a fast-beating heart. Her heart was throbbing so\nviolently, indeed, that, like any near loud noise, it made thought very\ndifficult. Mary Lou came in upon her packing her suitcase.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I suppose they may want you to go right back,\" said Mary Lou\nregretfully, in reference to the Saunders, \"but why don't you leave\nthat here in case they don't?\"\n\n\"Oh, I'd rather take it,\" said Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe kissed her cousin good-bye, gave her aunt a particularly fervent\nhug, and went out into the doubtful morning. The fog-horn was booming\non the bay, and when Susan joined the little stream of persons filing\ntoward the dock of the great Nippon Maru, fog was already shutting out\nall the world, and the eaves of the pier dripped with mist. Between the\nslow-moving motor-cars and trucks on the dock, well-dressed men and\nwomen were picking their way through the mud.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan went unchallenged up the gang-plank, with girls in big coats,\ncarrying candy-boxes and violets, men with cameras, elderly persons who\nwatched their steps nervously. The big ship was filled with chattering\ngroups, young people raced through cabins and passageways, eager to\ninvestigate.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStevedores were slinging trunks and boxes on board; everywhere were\nstir and shouting and movement. Children shrieked and romped in the\nfitful sunlight; there were tears and farewells, on all sides;\npostal-writers were already busy about the tables in the writing-room,\nstewards were captured on their swift comings and goings, and\ninterrogated and importuned. Fog lay heavy and silent over San\nFrancisco; and the horn still boomed down the bay.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, standing at the rail looking gravely on at the vivid and\nexciting picture, felt an uneasy and chilling little thought clutch at\nher heart. She had always said that she could withdraw, at this\nparticular minute she could withdraw. But in a few moments more the\ndock would be moving steadily away from her; the clock in the\nferry-tower, with gulls wheeling about it, the ferry-boats churning\nlong wakes in the smooth surface of the bay, the stir of little craft", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nabout the piers, the screaming of a hundred whistles, in a hundred\nkeys, would all be gone. Alcatraz would be passed, Black Point and the\nGolden Gate; they would be out beyond the rolling head-waters of the\nharbor. No withdrawing then.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer attention was attracted by the sudden appearance of guards at the\ngang-plank, no more visitors would be allowed on board. Susan smiled at\nthe helpless disgust of some late-comers, who must send their candy and\nbooks up by the steward. Twenty-five minutes of twelve, said the ferry\nclock.\n\n\"Are you going as far as Japan, my dear?\" asked a gentle little lady at\nSusan's shoulder.\n\n\"Yes, we're going even further!\" said friendly Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm going all alone,\" said the little lady, \"and old as I am, I so\ndread it! I tell Captain Wolseley---\"\n\n\"I'm making my first trip, too,\" said Susan, \"so we'll stand by each\nother!\"\n\nA touch on her arm made her turn suddenly about; her heart thundering.\nBut it was only Lydia Lord.\n\n\"Isn't this thrilling, Sue?\" asked Lydia, excited and nervous. \"What\nWOULDN'T you give to be going? Did you go down and see the cabins;\naren't they dear? Have you found the Saunders party?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Are the Saunders here?\" asked Susan.\n\n\"Miss Ella was, I know. But she's probably gone now. I didn't see the\nyounger sister. I must get back to the Jeromes,\" said Lydia; \"they\nbegan to take pictures, and I'd thought I run away for a little peep at\neverything, all to myself! They say that we shore people will have to\nleave the ship at quarter of twelve.\"\n\nShe fluttered away, and a second later Susan found her hand covered by\nthe big glove of Stephen Bocqueraz.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here you are, Susan,\" he said, with business-like satisfaction. \"I was\nkept by Ella and some others, but they've gone now. Everything seems to\nbe quite all right.\"\n\nSusan turned a rather white and strained face toward him, but even now\nhis bracing bigness and coolness were acting upon her as a tonic.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We're at the Captain's table,\" he told her, \"which you'll appreciate\nif you're not ill. If you are ill, you've got a splendid\nstewardess,--Mrs. O'Connor. She happens to be an old acquaintance of\nmine; she used to be on a Cunarder, and she's very much interested in\nmy niece, and will look out for you very well.\" He looked down upon the\ncrowded piers. \"Wonderful sight, isn't it?\" he asked. Susan leaned\nbeside him at the rail, her color was coming back, but she saw nothing", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What's he doing that for?\" she asked suddenly. For a blue-clad coolie\nwas working his way through the crowded docks, banging violently on a\ngong. The sound disturbed Susan's overstrained nerves.\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Stephen. \"Lunch perhaps. Would you like to have a\nlook downstairs before we go to lunch?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's a warning for visitors to go ashore,\" volunteered a\nbright-faced girl near them, who was leaning on the rail, staring down\nat the pier. \"But they'll give a second warning,\" she added, \"for we're\ngoing to be a few minutes late getting away. Aren't you glad you don't\nhave to go?\" she asked Susan gaily.\n\n\"Rather!\" said Susan huskily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nVisitors were beginning now to go reluctantly down the gang-plank, and\nmass themselves on the deck, staring up at the big liner, their faces\nshowing the strained bright smile that becomes so fixed during the long\nslow process of casting off. Handkerchiefs began to wave, and to wipe\nwet eyes; empty last promises were exchanged between decks and pier. A\nwoman near Susan began to cry,--a homely little woman, but the big\nhandsome man who kissed her was crying, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSuddenly the city whistles, that blow even on Sunday in San Francisco,\nshrilled twelve. Susan thought of the old lunch-room at Hunter, Baxter\n& Hunter's, of Thorny and the stewed tomatoes, and felt the bitter\ntears rise in her throat.\n\nVarious passengers now began to turn their interest to the life of the\nship. There was talk of luncheon, of steamer chairs, of asking the\nstewardess for jars to hold flowers. Susan had drawn back from the\nrail, no one on the ship knew her, but somebody on the pier might.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now let us go find Mrs. O'Connor,\" Stephen said, in a matter-of-fact\ntone. \"Then you can take off your hat and freshen up a bit, and we can\nlook over the ship.\" He led her cleverly through the now wildly\nchurning crowds, into the comparative quiet of the saloon.\n\nHere they found Mrs. O'Connor, surrounded by an anxious group of\ntravelers. Stephen put Susan into her charge, and the two women studied\neach other with interest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan saw a big-boned, gray-haired, capable-looking Irishwoman, in a\ndress of dark-blue duck, with a white collar and white cuffs, heard a\nwarming, big voice, and caught a ready and infectious smile. In all the\nsurrounding confusion Mrs. O'Connor was calm and alert; so normal in\nmanner and speech indeed that merely watching her had the effect of\nsuddenly cooling Susan's blood, of reducing her whirling thoughts to\nsomething like their old, sane basis. Travel was nothing to Mrs.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nO'Connor; farewells were the chief of her diet; and her manner with\nStephen Bocqueraz was crisp and quiet. She fixed upon him shrewd, wise\neyes that had seen some curious things in their day, but she gave Susan\na motherly smile.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This is my niece, Mrs. O'Connor,\" said Stephen, introducing Susan.\n\"She's never made the trip before, and I want you to help me turn her\nover to her Daddy in Manila, in first-class shape.\"\n\n\"I will that,\" agreed the stewardess, heartily.\n\n\"Well, then I'll have a look at my own diggings, and Mrs. O'Connor will\ntake you off to yours. I'll be waiting for you in the library, Sue,\"\nStephen said, walking off, and Susan followed Mrs. O'Connor to her own\ncabin.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The very best on the ship, as you might know Mr. Bocqueraz would get\nfor anyone belonging to him,\" said the stewardess, shaking pillows and\nstraightening curtains with great satisfaction, when they reached the\nluxurious little suite. \"He's your father's brother, he tells me. Was\nthat it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was only making talk, with the kindliest motives, for a nervous\npassenger, but the blood rushed into Susan's face. Somehow it cut her\nto the heart to have to remember her father just at this instant; to\nmake him, however distantly, a party to this troubled affair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you've lost your dear mother,\" Mrs. O'Connor said,\nmisunderstanding the girl's evident distress. \"Well, my dear, the trip\nwill do you a world of good, and you're blessed in this--you've a good\nfather left, and an uncle that would lay down and die for you. I leave\nmy own two girls, every time I go,\" she pursued, comfortably. \"Angela's\nmarried,--she has a baby, poor child, and she's not very strong,--and\nRegina is still in boarding-school, in San Rafael. It's hard to leave\nthem---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSimple, kindly talk, such as Susan had heard from her babyhood. And the\nhomely honest face was not strange, nor the blue, faded eyes, with\ntheir heartening assurance of good-fellowship.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut suddenly it seemed to Susan that, with a hideous roaring and\nrocking, the world was crashing to pieces about her. Her soul sickened\nand shrank within her. She knew nothing of this good woman, who was\nstraightening blankets and talking--talking--talking, three feet from\nher, but she felt she could not bear--she could not BEAR this kindly\ntrust and sympathy--she could not bear the fear that some day she would\nbe known to this woman for what she was!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA gulf yawned before her. She had not foreseen this. She had known that\nthere were women in the world, plenty of them, Stephen said, who would\nunderstand what she was doing and like her in spite of it, even admire\nher.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut what these blue eyes would look when they knew it, she very well\nknew. Whatever glories and heights awaited Susan Brown in the days to\ncome, she could never talk as an equal with Ann O'Connor or her like\nagain, never exchange homely, happy details of babies and\nboarding-school and mothers and fathers again!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPlenty of women in the world who would understand and excuse her,--but\nSusan had a mad desire to get among these sheltering women somehow,\nnever to come in contact with these stupid, narrow-visioned others---!\n\n\"Leo--that's my son-in-law, is an angel to her,\" Mrs. O'Connor was\nsaying, \"and it's not everyone would be, as you know, for poor Angela\nwas sick all the time before Raymond came, and she's hardly able to\nstir, even yet. But Leo gets his own breakfasts----\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was at the washstand busy with brush and comb. She paused.\n\nLife stretched before her vision a darkened and wearisome place. She\nhad a sudden picture of Mrs. O'Connor's daughter,--of Georgie--of all\nhelpless women upon whom physical weakness lays its heavy load. Pale,\ndispirited women, hanging over the little cradles, starting up at\nlittle cries in the night, comforted by the boyish, sympathetic\nhusbands, and murmuring tired thanks and appreciations----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe, Susan, would be old some day, might be sick and weak any day;\nthere might be a suffering child. What then? What consolation for a\nwoman who set her feet deliberately in the path of wrong? Not even a\nright to the consolation these others had, to the strong arm and the\nheartening voice at the day's end. And the child--what could she teach\na child of its mother?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I might not have one,\" said Susan to herself. And instantly tears\nof self-pity bowed her head over the little towel-rack, and turned her\nheart to water. \"I love children so--and I couldn't have children!\"\ncame the agonized thought, and she wept bitterly, pressing her eyes\nagainst the smooth folds of the towel.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Come now, come now,\" said Ann O'Connor, sympathetic but not surprised.\n\"You mustn't feel that way. Dry your eyes, dear, and come up on deck.\nWe'll be casting off any moment now. Think of meeting your good\nfather---\"\n\n\"Oh, Daddy!---\" The words were a long wail. Then Susan straightened up\nresolutely.\n\n\"I mustn't do this,\" she said sensibly. \"I must find Mr. Bocqueraz.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSuddenly it seemed to her that she must have just the sight and touch\nof Stephen or she would lose all self-control. \"How do I get to the\nlibrary?\" she asked, white lipped and breathing hard.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSympathetic Mrs. O'Connor willingly directed her, and Susan went\nquickly and unseeingly through the unfamiliar passageway and up the\ncurving staircase. Stephen--said her thoughts over and over again--just\nto get to him,--to put herself in his charge, to awaken from the\nnightmare of her own fears. Stephen would understand--would make\neverything right. People noticed her, for even in that self-absorbed\ncrowd, she was a curious figure,--a tall, breathless girl, whose eyes", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nburned feverishly blue in her white face. But Susan saw nobody, noticed\nnothing. Obstructions she put gently aside; voices and laughter she did\nnot hear; and when suddenly a hand was laid upon her arm, she jumped in\nnervous fright.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was Lydia Lord who clutched her eagerly by the wrist, homely,\nexcited, shabbily dressed Lydia who clung to her, beaming with relief\nand satisfaction.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Sue,--what a piece of good fortune to find you!\" gasped the little\ngoverness. \"Oh, my dear, I've twisted my ankle on one of those awful\ndeck stairways!\" she panted. \"I wonder a dozen people a day don't get\nkilled on them! And, Sue, did you know, the second gong has been rung?\nI didn't hear it, but they say it has! We haven't a second to\nlose--seems so dreadful--and everyone so polite and yet in such a\nhurry--this way, dear, he says this way--My! but that is painful!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDashed in an instant from absolute security to this terrible danger of\ndiscovery, Susan experienced something like vertigo. Her senses seemed\nactually to fail her. She could do only the obvious thing. Dazed, she\ngave Lydia her arm, and automatically guided the older woman toward the\nupper deck. But that this astounding enterprise of hers should be\nthwarted by Lydia Lord! Not an earthquake, not a convulsed conspiracy\nof earth and sea, but this little teacher, in her faded little best,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThat Lydia Lord, smiling in awkward deprecation, and giving apologetic\nglances to interested bystanders who watched their limping progress,\nshould consider herself the central interest of this terrible\nhour!---It was one more utterly irreconcilable note in this time of\nutter confusion and bewilderment. Terror of discovery, mingled in the\nmad whirl of Susan's thoughts with schemes of escape; and under all ran\nthe agonizing pressure for time--minutes were precious now--every\nsecond was priceless!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLydia Lord was the least manageable woman in the world. Susan had\nchafed often enough at her blunt, stupid obstinacy to be sure of that!\nIf she once suspected what was Susan's business on the Nippon\nMaru--less, if she so much as suspected that Susan was keeping\nsomething, anything, from her, she would not be daunted by a hundred\ncaptains, by a thousand onlookers. She would have the truth, and until\nshe got it, Susan would not be allowed out of her arm's reach. Lydia", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwould cheerfully be bullied by the ship's authorities, laughed at,\ninsulted, even arrested in happy martyrdom, if it once entered into her\nhead that Mrs. Lancaster's niece, the bright-headed little charge of\nthe whole boarding-house, was facing what Miss Lord, in virtuous\nignorance, was satisfied to term \"worse than death.\" Lydia would be\nloyal to Mrs. Lancaster, and true to the simple rules of morality by\nwhich she had been guided every moment of her life. She had sometimes", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou might have been evaded; the Saunders could easily have been\nsilenced, as ladies are easily silenced; but Lydia was neither as\nunsuspecting as Mary Lou, nor was she a lady. Had Susan been rude and\ncold to this humble friend throughout her childhood, she might have\nsuccessfully defied and escaped Lydia now. But Susan had always been\ngracious and sympathetic with Lydia, interested in her problems, polite\nand sweet and kind. She could not change her manner now; as easily", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchange her eyes or hair as to say, \"I'm sorry you've hurt your foot,\nyou'll have to excuse me,--I'm busy!\" Lydia would have stopped short in\nhorrified amazement, and, when Susan sailed on the Nippon Maru, Lydia\nwould have sailed, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGuided by various voices, breathless and unseeing, they limped on. Past\nstaring men and women, through white-painted narrow doorways, in a\ngeneral hush of shocked doubt, they made their way.\n\n\"We aren't going to make it!\" gasped Lydia. Susan felt a sick throb at\nher heart. What then?\n\n\"Oh, yes we are!\" she murmured as they came out on the deck near the\ngang-plank. Embarrassment overwhelmed her; everyone was watching\nthem--suppose Stephen was watching--suppose he called her----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's one prayer now was that she and Lydia might reach the\ngang-plank, and cross it, and be lost from sight among the crowd on the\ndock. If there was a hitch now!----\n\n\"The shore gong rang ten minutes ago, ladies!\" said a petty officer at\nthe gang-plank severely.\n\n\"Thank God we're in time!\" Lydia answered amiably, with her honest,\nhomely smile.\n\n\"You've got to hurry; we're waiting!\" added the man less disapprovingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, desperate now, was only praying for oblivion. That Lydia and\nStephen might not meet--that she might be spared only that--that\nsomehow they might escape this hideous publicity--this noise and blare,\nwas all she asked. She did not dare raise her eyes; her face burned.\n\n\"She's hurt her foot!\" said pitying voices, as the two women went\nslowly down the slanting bridge to the dock.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDown, down, down they went! And every step carried Susan nearer to the\nworld of her childhood, with its rigid conventions, its distrust of\nherself, its timidity of officials, and in crowded places! The\ninfluence of the Saunders' arrogance and pride failed her suddenly; the\nmemory of Stephen's bracing belief in the power to make anything\npossible forsook her. She was only little Susan Brown, not rich and not\nbold and not independent, unequal to the pressure of circumstances.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe tried, with desperate effort, to rally her courage. Men were\nwaiting even now to take up the gang-plank when she and Lydia left it;\nin another second it would be too late.\n\n\"Is either of you ladies sailing?\" asked the guard at its foot.\n\n\"No, indeed!\" said Lydia, cheerfully. Susan's eye met his\nmiserably--but she could not speak.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey went slowly along the pier, Susan watching Lydia's steps, and\nwatching nothing else. Her face burned, her heart pounded, her hands\nand feet were icy cold. She merely wished to get away from this scene\nwithout a disgraceful exposition of some sort, to creep somewhere into\ndarkness, and to die. She answered Lydia's cheerful comments briefly;\nwith a dry throat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSuddenly beside one of the steamer's great red stacks there leaped a\nplume of white steam, and the prolonged deep blast of her whistle\ndrowned all other sounds.\n\n\"There she goes!\" said Lydia pausing.\n\nShe turned to watch the Nippon Maru move against the pier like a moving\nwall, swing free, push slowly out into the bay. Susan did not look.\n\n\"It makes me sick,\" she said, when Lydia, astonished, noticed she was\nnot watching.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, I should think it did!\" Lydia exclaimed, for Susan's face was\nashen, and she was biting her lips hard to keep back the deadly rush of\nfaintness that threatened to engulf her.\n\n\"I'm afraid--air--Lyd---\" whispered Susan. Lydia forgot her own injured\nankle.\n\n\"Here, sit on these boxes, darling,\" she said. \"Well, you poor little\ngirl you! There, that's better. Don't worry about anyone watching you,\njust sit there and rest as long as you feel like it! I guess you need\nyour lunch!\"\n\n\n\n\nPART THREE\n\nService", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nCHAPTER I\n\n\nDecember was unusually cold and bleak, that year, and after the\nholidays came six long weeks during which there were but a few glimpses\nof watery sunlight, between long intervals of fogs and rains. Day after\nday broke dark and stormy, day after day the office-going crowds\njostled each other under wet umbrellas, or, shivering in wet shoes and\ndamp outer garments, packed the street-cars.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Lancaster's home, like all its type, had no furnace, and moisture\nand cold seemed to penetrate it, and linger therein. Wind howled past\nthe dark windows, rain dripped from the cornice above the front door,\nthe acrid odor of drying woolens and wet rubber coats permeated the\nhalls. Mrs. Lancaster said she never had known of so much sickness\neverywhere, and sighed over the long list of unknown dead in the\nnewspaper every morning.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And I shouldn't be one bit surprised if you were sickening for\nsomething, Susan,\" her aunt said, in a worried way, now and then. But\nSusan, stubbornly shaking her head, fighting against tears, always\nanswered with ill-concealed impatience:\n\n\"Oh, PLEASE don't, auntie! I'M all right!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo such welcome event as a sudden and violent and fatal illness was\nlikely to come her way, she used bitterly to reflect. She was here, at\nhome again, in the old atmosphere of shabbiness and poverty; nothing\nwas changed, except that now her youth was gone, and her heart broken,\nand her life wrecked beyond all repairing. Of the great world toward\nwhich she had sent so many hopeful and wistful and fascinated glances,\na few years ago, she now stood in fear. It was a cruel world, cold and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbig and selfish; it had torn her heart out of her, and cast her aside\nlike a dry husk. She could not keep too far enough away from it to\nsatisfy herself in future, she only prayed for obscurity and solitude\nfor the rest of her difficult life.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had been helped through the first dreadful days that had followed\nthe sailing of the Nippon Maru, by a terrified instinct of\nself-protection. Having failed so signally in this venture, her only\npossible course was concealment. Mary Lord did not guess--Mrs. Saunders\ndid not guess--Auntie did not guess! Susan spent every waking hour, and\nmany of the hours when she was supposedly asleep, in agonized search\nfor some unguarded move by which she might be betrayed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA week went by, two weeks--life resumed its old aspect outwardly. No\nnewspaper had any sensational revelation to make in connection with the\nnews of the Nippon Maru's peaceful arrival in Honolulu harbor, and the\nreception given there for the eminent New York novelist. Nobody spoke\nto Susan of Bocqueraz; her heart began to resume its natural beat. And\nwith ebbing terror it was as if the full misery of her heart was\nrevealed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had severed her connections with the Saunders family; she told her\naunt quietly, and steeled herself for the scene that followed, which\nwas more painful even than she had feared. Mrs. Lancaster felt\nindignantly that an injustice had been done Susan, was not at all sure\nthat she herself would not call upon Miss Saunders and demand a full\nexplanation. Susan combated this idea with surprising energy; she was\nvery silent and unresponsive in these days, but at this suggestion she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't understand you lately, Sue,\" her aunt said disapprovingly,\nafter this outburst. \"You don't act like yourself at all! Sometimes you\nalmost make auntie think that you've got something on your mind.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSomething on her mind! Susan could have given a mad laugh at the\nsuggestion. Madness seemed very near sometimes, between the anguished\naching of her heart, and the chaos of shame and grief and impotent\nrebellion that possessed her soul. She was sickened with the constant\nviolence of her emotions, whether anger or shame shook her, or whether\nshe gave way to desperate longings for the sound of Stephen Bocqueraz's\nvoice, and the touch of his hand again, she was equally miserable.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPerhaps the need of him brought the keenest pang, but, after all, love\nwith Susan was still the unknown quantity, she was too closely\nconcerned with actual discomforts to be able to afford the necessary\nhours and leisure for brooding over a disappointment in love. That pain\ncame only at intervals,--a voice, overheard in the street, would make\nher feel cold and weak with sudden memory, a poem or a bit of music\nthat recalled Stephen Bocqueraz would ring her heart with sorrow, or,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nworst of all, some reminder of the great city where he made his home,\nand the lives that gifted and successful and charming men and women\nlived there, would scar across the dull wretchedness of Susan's\nthoughts with a touch of flame. But the steady misery of everyday had\nnothing to do with these, and, if less sharp, was still terrible to\nbear.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDesperately, with deadly determination, she began to plan an escape.\nShe told herself that she would not go away until she was sure that\nStephen was not coming back for her, sure that he was not willing to\naccept the situation as she had arranged it. If he rebelled,--if he\ncame back for her,--if his devotion were unaffected by what had passed,\nthen she must meet that situation as it presented itself.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut almost from the very first she knew that he would not come back\nand, as the days went by, and not even a letter came, however much her\npride suffered, she could not tell herself that she was very much\nsurprised. In her most sanguine moments she could dream that he had had\nnews in Honolulu,--his wife was dead, he had hurried home, he would\npresently come back to San Francisco, and claim Susan's promise. But\nfor the most part she did not deceive herself; her friendship with", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStephen Bocqueraz was over. It had gone out of her life as suddenly as\nit had come, and with it, Susan told herself, had gone so much more!\nHer hope of winning a place for herself, her claim on the life she\nloved, her confidence that, as she was different, so would her life be\ndifferent from the other lives she knew. All, all was gone. She was as\nhelpless and as impotent as Mary Lou!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had her moods when planning vague enterprises in New York or Boston\nsatisfied her, and other moods when she determined to change her name,\nand join a theatrical troupe. From these some slight accident might\ndash her to the bitterest depths of despondency. She would have a\nsudden, sick memory of Stephen's clear voice, of the touch of his hand,\nshe would be back at the Browning dance again, or sitting between him\nand Billy at that memorable first supper----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, my God, what shall I do?\" she would whisper, dizzy with pain,\nstopping short over her sewing, or standing still in the street, when\nthe blinding rush of recollection came. And many a night she lay\nwakeful beside Mary Lou, her hands locked tight over her fast-beating\nheart, her lips framing again the hopeless, desperate little prayer:\n\"Oh, God, what shall I do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo avenue of thought led to comfort, there was no comfort anywhere.\nSusan grew sick of her own thoughts. Chief among them was the\nconviction of failure, she had tried to be good and failed. She had\nconsented to be what was not good, and failed there, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShame rose like a rising tide. She could not stem it; she could not\neven recall the arguments that had influenced her so readily a few\nmonths ago, much less be consoled by them. Over and over again the\nhorrifying fact sprang from her lulled reveries: she was bad--she was,\nat heart at least, a bad woman--she was that terrible, half-understood\nthing of which all good women stood in virtuous fear.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan rallied to the charge as well as she could. She had not really\nsinned in actual fact, after all, and one person only knew that she had\nmeant to do so. She had been blinded and confused by her experience in\na world where every commandment was lightly broken, where all sacred\nmatters were regarded as jokes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the stain remained, rose fresh and dreadful through her covering\nexcuses. Consciousness of it influenced every moment of her day and\nkept her wakeful far into the night. Susan's rare laughter was cut\nshort by it, her brave resolves were felled by it, her ambition sank\ndefeated before the memory of her utter, pitiable weakness. A hundred\ntimes a day she writhed with the same repulsion and shock that she\nmight have felt had her offense been a well-concealed murder.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had immediately written Stephen Bocqueraz a shy, reserved little\nletter, in the steamship company's care at Yokohama. But it would be\ntwo months before an answer to that might be expected, and meanwhile\nthere was great financial distress at the boarding-house. Susan could\nnot witness it without at least an effort to help.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFinally she wrote Ella a gay, unconcerned note, veiling with nonsense\nher willingness to resume the old relationship. The answer cut her to\nthe quick. Ella had dashed off only a few lines of crisp news; Mary\nPeacock was with them now, they were all crazy about her. If Susan\nwanted a position why didn't she apply to Madame Vera? Ella had heard\nher say that she needed girls. And she was sincerely Susan's, Ella\nCornwallis Saunders.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMadame Vera was a milliner; the most popular of her day. Susan's cheeks\nflamed as she read the little note. But, meditating drearily, it\noccurred to her that it might be as well to go and see the woman. She,\nSusan, had a knowledge of the social set that might be valuable in that\nconnection. While she dressed, she pleased herself with a vision of\nMademoiselle Brown, very dignified and severely beautiful, in black\nsilk, as Madame Vera's right-hand woman.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe milliner was rushing about the back of her store at the moment that\nSusan chanced to choose for her nervously murmured remarks, and had to\nhave them repeated several times. Then she laughed heartily and\nmerrily, and assured Susan in very imperfect and very audible English,\nthat forty girls were already on her list waiting for positions in her\nestablishment.\n\n\"I thought perhaps--knowing all the people--\" Susan stammered very low.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How--why should that be so good?\" Madame asked, with horrible\nclearness. \"Do I not know them myself?\"\n\nSusan was glad to escape without further parley.\n\n\"See, now,\" said Madame Vera in a low tone, as she followed Susan to\nthe door, \"You do not come into my workshop, eh?\"\n\n\"How much?\" asked Susan, after a second's thought.\n\n\"Seven dollars,\" said the other with a quick persuasive nod, \"and your\ndinner. That is something, eh? And more after a while.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Susan shook her head. And, as she went out into the steadily\nfalling rain again, bitter tears blinded her eyes.\n\nShe cried a great deal in these days, became nervous and sensitive and\nmorbid. She moped about the house, restless and excited, unwilling to\ndo anything that would take her away from the house when the postman\narrived, reading the steamship news in every morning's paper.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nYet, curiously enough, she never accepted this experience as similar to\nwhat poor Mary Lou had undergone so many years ago,--this was not a\n\"disappointment in love,\"--this was only a passing episode. Presently\nshe would get herself in hand again and astonish them with some\nachievement brilliant enough to sweep these dark days from everyone's\nmemory.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe awaited her hour, impatiently at first, later with a sort of\nresentful calm. Susan's return home, however it affected them\nfinancially, was a real delight to her aunt and Mary Lou. The cousins\nroomed together, were together all day long.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan presently flooded the house with the circulars of a New York\ndramatic school, wrote mysterious letters pertaining to them. After a\nwhile these disappeared, and she spent a satisfied evening or two in\nfilling blanks of application for admission into a hospital\ntraining-school. In February she worked hard over a short story that\nwas to win a hundred dollar prize. Mary Lou had great confidence in it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe two loitered over their toast and coffee, after the boarders'\nbreakfast, made more toast to finish the coffee, and more coffee to\nfinish the toast. The short winter mornings were swiftly gone; in the\nafternoon Susan and Mary Lou dressed with great care and went to\nmarket. They would stop at the library for a book, buy a little bag of\ncandy to eat over their solitaire in the evening, perhaps pay a call on\nsome friend, whose mild history of financial difficulties and helpless", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNow and then, on Sundays, the three women crossed the Oakland ferry and\nvisited Virginia, who was patiently struggling back to the light. They\nwould find her somewhere in the great, orderly, clean institution, with\na knot of sweet-faced, vague-eyed children clustered about her.\n\"Good-bye, Miss 'Ginia!\" the unearthly, happy little voices would call,\nas the uncertain little feet echoed away. Susan rather liked the\natmosphere of the big institution, and vaguely envied the brisk", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nabsorbed attendants who passed them on swift errands. Stout Mrs.\nLancaster, for all her panting and running, invariably came within half\na second of missing the return train for the city; the three would\nenter it laughing and gasping, and sink breathless into their seats,\nunable for sheer mirth to straighten their hats, or glance at their\nfellow-passengers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn March Georgie's second little girl, delicate and tiny, was born too\nsoon, and the sturdy Myra came to her maternal grandmother for an\nindefinite stay. Georgie's disappointment over the baby's sex was\ninstantly swallowed up in anxiety over the diminutive Helen's weight\nand digestion, and Susan and Mary Lou were delighted to prolong Myra's\nvisit from week to week. Georgie's first-born was a funny, merry little\ngirl, and Susan developed a real talent for amusing her and caring for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher, and grew very fond of her. The new baby was well into her second\nmonth before they took Myra home,--a dark, crumpled little thing Susan\nthought the newcomer, and she thought that she had never seen Georgie\nlooking so pale and thin. Georgie had always been freckled, but now the\nfreckles seemed fairly to stand out on her face. But in spite of the\nchildren's exactions, and the presence of grim old Mrs. O'Connor, Susan\nsaw a certain strange content in the looks that went between husband\nand wife.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Look here, I thought you were going to be George Lancaster O'Connor!\"\nsaid Susan, threateningly, to the new baby.\n\n\"I don't know why a boy wouldn't have been named Joseph Aloysius, like\nhis father and grandfather,\" said the old lady disapprovingly.\n\nBut Georgie paid no heed. The baby's mother was kneeling beside the bed\nwhere little Helen lay, her eyes fairly devouring the tiny face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You don't suppose God would take her away from me, Sue, because of\nthat nonsense about wanting a boy?\" Georgie whispered.\n\nSusan's story did not win the hundred dollar prize, but it won a fifth\nprize of ten dollars, and kept her in pocket money for some weeks.\nAfter that Mary Lord brought home an order for twenty place-cards for a\nchild's Easter Party, and Susan spent several days happily fussing with\nwater colors and so earned five dollars more.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTime did not hang at all heavily on her hands; there was always an\nerrand or two to be done for auntie, and always a pack of cards and a\nlibrary book with which to fill the evening. Susan really enjoyed the\nlazy evenings, after the lazy days. She and Mary Lou spent the first\nweek in April in a flurry of linens and ginghams, making shirtwaists\nfor the season; for three days they did not leave the house, nor dress\nfully, and they ate their luncheons from the wing of the sewing-machine.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSpring came and poured over the whole city a bath of warmth and\nperfume. The days lengthened, the air was soft and languid. Susan loved\nto walk to market now, loved to loiter over calls in the late\nafter-noon, and walk home in the lingering sunset light. If a poignant\nregret smote her now and then, its effect was not lasting, she\ndismissed it with a bitter sigh.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut constant humiliation was good for neither mind nor body; Susan felt\nas pinched in soul as she felt actually pinched by the old cheerless,\npenniless condition, hard and bitter elements began to show themselves\nin her nature. She told herself that one great consolation in her\nmemories of Stephen Bocqueraz was that she was too entirely obscure a\nwoman to be brought to the consideration of the public, whatever her\noffense might or might not be. Cold and sullen, Susan saw herself as", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nill-used, she could not even achieve human contempt--she was not worthy\nof consideration. Just one of the many women who were weak----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd sometimes, to escape the desperate circling of her thoughts, she\nwould jump up and rush out for a lonely walk, through the wind-blown,\nwarm disorder of the summer streets, or sometimes, dropping her face\nsuddenly upon a crooked arm, she would burst into bitter weeping.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBooks and pictures, random conversations overheard, or contact with\nhuman beings all served, in these days, to remind her of herself.\nSusan's pride and self-confidence and her gay ambition had sustained\nher through all the self-denial of her childhood. Now, failing these,\nshe became but an irritable, depressed and discouraged caricature of\nher old self. Her mind was a distressed tribunal where she defended\nherself day and night; convincing this accuser--convincing that", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\none--pleading her case to the world at large. Her aunt and cousin,\nentirely ignorant of its cause, still were aware that there was a great\nchange in her, and watched her with silent and puzzled sympathy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut they gave her no cause to feel herself a failure. They thought\nSusan unusually clever and gifted, and, if her list of actual\nachievements were small, there seemed to be no limit to the things that\nshe COULD do. Mary Lou loved to read the witty little notes she could\ndash off at a moment's notice, Lydia Lord wiped her eyes with emotion\nthat Susan's sweet, untrained voice aroused when she sang \"Once in a\nPurple Twilight,\" or \"Absent.\" Susan's famous eggless ginger-bread was", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How do you do it, you clever monkey!\" said Auntie, watching over\nSusan's shoulder the girl's quick fingers, as Susan Easter\ncards or drew clever sketches of Georgie's babies, or scribbled a\njingle for a letter to amuse Virginia. And when Susan imitated Mrs.\nPatrick Campbell as Paula, or Mrs. Fiske as Becky Sharp, even William\nhad to admit that she was quite clever enough to be a professional\nentertainer.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I wish I had one definite big gift, Billy,\" said Susan, on a July\nafternoon, when she and Mr. Oliver were on the ferry boat, going to\nSausalito. It was a Sunday, and Susan thought that Billy looked\nparticularly well to-day, felt indeed, with some discomfort, that he\nwas better groomed and better dressed than she was, and that there was\nin him some new and baffling quality, some reserve that she could not\ncommand. His quick friendly smile did not hide the fact that his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nattention was not all hers; he seemed pleasantly absorbed in his own\nthoughts. Susan gave his clean-shaven, clear-skinned face many a\nhalf-questioning look as she sat beside him on the boat. He was more\npolite, more gentle, more kind that she remembered him--what was\nmissing, what was wrong to-day?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt came to her suddenly, half-astonished and half-angry, that he was no\nlonger interested in her. Billy had outgrown her, he had left her\nbehind. He did not give her his confidence to-day, nor ask her advice.\nHe scowled now and then, as if some under-current of her chatter\nvaguely disturbed him, but offered no comment. Susan felt, with a\nlittle, sick pressure at her heart, that somehow she had lost an old\nfriend!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe was stretched out comfortably, his long legs crossed before him, his\nhands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, and his half-shut, handsome\neyes fixed on the rushing strip of green water that was visible between\nthe painted ropes of the deck-rail.\n\n\"And what are your own plans, Sue?\" he presently asked, unsmilingly.\n\nSusan was chilled by the half-weary tone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I'm really just resting and helping Auntie, now,\" Susan said\ncheerfully. \"But in the fall---\" she made a bold appeal to his\ninterest, \"--in the fall I think I shall go to New York?\"\n\n\"New York?\" he echoed, aroused. \"What for?\"\n\n\"Oh, anything!\" Susan answered confidently. \"There are a hundred\nchances there to every one here,\" she went on, readily, \"institutions\nand magazines and newspapers and theatrical agencies--Californians\nalways do well in New York!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That sounds like Mary Lou,\" said Billy, drily. \"What does she know\nabout it?\"\n\nSusan flushed resentfully.\n\n\"Well, what do you!\" she retorted with heat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, I've never been there,\" admitted Billy, with self-possession. \"But\nI know more about it than Mary Lou! She's a wonder at pipe-dreams,--my\nLord, I'd rather have a child of mine turned loose in the street than\nbe raised according to Mary Lou's ideas! I don't mean,\" Billy\ninterrupted himself to say seriously, \"that they weren't all perfectly\ndandy to me when I was a kid--you know how I love the whole bunch! But\nall that dope about not having a chance here, and being 'unlucky' makes", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nme weary! If Mary Lou would get up in the morning, and put on a clean\ndress, and see how things were going in the kitchen, perhaps she'd know\nmore about the boarding-house, and less about New York!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It may never have occurred to you, Billy, that keeping a\nboarding-house isn't quite the ideal occupation for a young\ngentlewoman!\" Susan said coldly.\n\n\"Oh, darn everything!\" Billy said, under his breath. Susan eyed him\nquestioningly, but he did not look at her again, or explain the\nexclamation.\n\nThe always warm and welcoming Carrolls surrounded them joyfully, Susan\nwas kissed by everybody, and Billy had a motherly kiss from Mrs.\nCarroll in the unusual excitement of the occasion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFor there was great news. Susan had it from all of them at once; found\nherself with her arms linked about the radiant Josephine while she said\nincredulously:\n\n\"Oh, you're NOT! Oh, Jo, I'm so glad! Who is it--and tell me all about\nit--and where's his picture---\"\n\nIn wild confusion they all straggled out to the lawn, and Susan sat\ndown with Betsey at her feet, Anna sitting on one arm of her low chair,\nand Josephine kneeling, with her hands still in Susan's.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe was Mr. Stewart Frothingham, and Josephine and his mother and sister\nhad gone up to Yale for his graduation, and \"it\" had been\ninstantaneous, \"we knew that very day,\" said Josephine, with a lovely\nawe in her eyes, \"but we didn't say anything to Mrs. Frothingham or\nEthel until later.\" They had all gone yachting together, and to Bar\nHarbor, and then Stewart had gone into his uncle's New York office, \"we\nshall have to live in New York,\" Josephine said, radiantly, \"but one of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Jo says it's the peachiest house you ever saw!\" Betsey contributed.\n\n\"Oh, Sue--right down at the end of Fifth Avenue--but you don't know\nwhere that is, do you? Anyway, it's wonderful---\"\n\nIt was all wonderful, everybody beamed over it. Josephine already wore\nher ring, but no announcement was to be made until after a trip she\nwould make with the Frothinghams to Yellowstone Park in September. Then\nthe gallant and fortunate and handsome Stewart would come to\nCalifornia, and the wedding would be in October.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you girls will all fall in love with him!\" prophesied Josephine.\n\n\"Fall?\" echoed Susan studying photographs. \"I head the waiting list!\nYou grab-all! He's simply perfection--rich and stunning, and an old\nfriend--and a yacht and a motor---\"\n\n\"And a fine, hard-working fellow, Sue,\" added Josephine's mother.\n\n\"I begin to feel old and unmarried,\" mourned Susan. \"What did you say,\nWilliam dear?\" she added, suddenly turning to Billy, with a honeyed\nsmile.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey all shouted. But an hour or two later, in the kitchen, Mrs.\nCarroll suddenly asked her of her friendship with Peter Coleman.\n\n\"Oh, we've not seen each other for months, Aunt Jo!\" Susan said\ncheerfully. \"I don't even know where he is! I think he lives at the\nclub since the crash.\"\n\n\"There was a crash?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A terrible crash. And now the firm's reorganized; it's Hunter, Hunter\n& Brauer. Thorny told me about it. And Miss Sherman's married, and Miss\nCottle's got consumption and has to live in Arizona, or somewhere.\nHowever,---\" she returned to the original theme, \"Peter seems to be\nstill enjoying life! Did you see the account of his hiring an electric\ndelivery truck, and driving it about the city on Christmas Eve, to\ndeliver his own Christmas presents, dressed up himself as an", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nexpressman? And at the Bachelor's dance, they said it was his idea to\nfreeze the floor in the Mapleroom, and skate the cotillion!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Goose that he is!\" Mrs. Carroll smiled. \"How hard he works for his\nfun! Well, after all that's Peter--one couldn't expect him to change!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Does anybody change?\" Susan asked, a little sadly. \"Aren't we all born\npretty much as we're going to be? There are so many lives---\" She had\ntried to keep out the personal note, but suddenly it crept in, and she\nsaw the kitchen through a blur of tears. \"There are so many lives,\" she\npursued, unsteadily, \"that seem to miss their mark. I don't mean poor\npeople. I mean strong, clever young women, who could do things, and who\nwould love to do certain work,--yet who can't get hold of them! Some", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\npeople are born to be busy and happy and prosperous, and others, like\nmyself,\" said Susan bitterly, \"drift about, and fail at one thing after\nanother, and never get anywhere!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSuddenly she put her head down on the table and burst into tears.\n\n\"Why Sue--why Sue!\" The motherly arm was about her, she felt Mrs.\nCarroll's cheek against her hair. \"Why, little girl, you musn't talk of\nfailure at your age!\" said Mrs. Carroll, tenderly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll be twenty-six this fall,\" Susan said, wiping her eyes, \"and I'm\nnot started yet! I don't know how to begin. Sometimes I think,\" said\nSusan, with angry vigor, \"that if I was picked right out of this city\nand put down anywhere else on the globe, I could be useful and happy!\nBut here I can't! How---\" she appealed to the older woman passionately,\n\"How can I take an interest in Auntie's boarding-house when she herself\nnever keeps a bill, doesn't believe in system, and likes to do things\nher own way?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue, I do think that things at home are very hard for you,\" Mrs.\nCarroll said with quick sympathy. \"It's too bad, dear, it's just the\nsort of thing that I think you fine, energetic, capable young creatures\nought to be saved! I wish we could think of just the work that would\ninterest you.\"\n\n\"But that's it--I have no gift!\" Susan said, despondingly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But you don't need a gift, Sue. The work of the world isn't all for\ngirls with gifts! No, my dear, you want to use your energies--you won't\nbe happy until you do. You want happiness, we all do. And there's only\none rule for happiness in this world, Sue, and that's service. Just to\nthe degree that they serve people are happy, and no more. It's an\ninfallible test. You can try nations by it, you can try kings and\nbeggars. Poor people are just as unhappy as rich people, when they're", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nidle; and rich people are really happy only when they're serving\nsomebody or something. A millionaire--a multimillionaire--may be\nutterly wretched, and some poor little clerk who goes home to a sick\nwife, and to a couple of little babies, may be absolutely\ncontent--probably is.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But you don't think that the poor, as a class, are happier than the\nrich?\"\n\n\"Why, of course they are!\"\n\n\"Lots of workingmen's wives are unhappy,\" submitted Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Because they're idle and shiftless and selfish, Sue. But there are\nsome among them who are so busy mixing up spice cake, and making\nschool-aprons, and filling lamps and watering gardens that they can't\nstop to read the new magazines,--and those are the happiest people in\nthe world, I think. No, little girl, remember that rule. Not money, or\nsuccess, or position or travel or love makes happiness,--service is the\nsecret.\"\n\nSusan was watching her earnestly, wistfully. Now she asked simply:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Where can I serve?\"\n\n\"Where can you serve--you blessed child!\" Mrs. Carroll said, ending her\nlittle dissertation with a laugh. \"Well, let me see--I've been thinking\nof you lately, Sue, and wondering why you never thought of settlement\nwork? You'd be so splendid, with your good-nature, and your buoyancy,\nand your love for children. Of course they don't pay much, but money\nisn't your object, is it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o, I suppose it isn't,\" Susan said uncertainly. \"I--I don't see why\nit should be!\" And she seemed to feel her horizon broadening as she\nspoke.\n\nShe and Billy did not leave until ten o'clock, fare-wells, as always,\nwere hurried, but Josephine found time to ask Susan to be her\nbridesmaid, Betsey pleaded for a long visit after the wedding, \"we'll\nsimply die without Jo!\" and Anna, with her serious kiss, whispered,\n\"Stand by us, Sue--it's going to break Mother's heart to have her go so\nfar away!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan could speak of nothing but Josephine's happiness for awhile, when\nshe and Billy were on the boat. They had the dark upper deck almost to\nthemselves, lights twinkled everywhere about them, on the black waters\nof the bay. There was no moon. She presently managed a delicately\ntentative touch upon his own feeling in the matter. \"He--he was glad,\nwasn't he? He hadn't been seriously hurt?\"\n\nBill, catching her drift, laughed out joyously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's so--I was crazy about her once, wasn't I?\" Billy asked,\nsmilingly reminiscent. \"But I like Anna better now. Only I've sort of\nthought sometimes that Anna has a crush on someone--Peter Coleman,\nmaybe.\"\n\n\"No, not on him,\" Susan hesitated. \"There's a doctor at the hospital,\nbut he's awfully rich and important---\" she admitted.\n\n\"Oh.\" Billy withdrew. \"And you--are you still crazy about that mutt?\"\nhe asked.\n\n\"Peter? I've not seen him for months. But I don't see why you call him\na mutt!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Say, did you ever know that he made a pretty good thing out of Mrs.\nCarroll's window washer?\" Billy asked confidentally, leaning toward her\nin the dark.\n\n\"He paid her five hundred dollars for it!\" Susan flashed back. \"Did YOU\nknow that?\"\n\n\"Sure I knew that,\" Billy said.\n\n\"Well--well, did he make more than THAT?\" Susan asked.\n\n\"He sold it to the Wakefield Hardware people for twenty-five thousand\ndollars,\" Billy announced.\n\n\"For WHAT!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"For twenty-five thousand,\" he repeated. \"They're going to put them\ninto lots of new apartments. The National Duplex, they call it. Yep,\nit's a big thing, I guess.\"\n\n\"Bill, you mean twenty-five hundred!\"\n\n\"Twenty-five thousand, I tell you! It was in the 'Scientific American,'\nI can show it to you!\"\n\nSusan kept a moment's shocked silence.\n\n\"Billy, I don't believe he would do that!\" she said at last.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, shucks,\" Billy said good-naturedly, \"it was rotten, but it wasn't\nas bad as that! It was legal enough. She was pleased with her five\nhundred, and I suppose he told himself that, but for him, she mightn't\nhave had that! Probably he meant to give her a fat check---.\"\n\n\"Give her? Why, it was hers!\" Susan burst out. \"What did Peter Coleman\nhave to do with it, anyway!\"\n\n\"Well, that's the way all big fortunes are built up,\" Billy said. \"You\nhappen to see this, though, and that's why it seems so rotten!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You'll have to cut out a good many of your friends in the Saunders set\nif you want to be consistent,\" Billy said. \"This doesn't seem to me\nhalf as bad as some others! What I think is rotten is keeping hundreds\nof acres of land idle, for years and years, or shutting poor little\nrestless kids up in factories, or paying factory girls less than they\ncan live on, and drawing rent from the houses where they are ruined,\nbody and soul! The other day some of our men were discharged because of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbad times, and as they walked out they passed Carpenter's\neighteen-year-old daughter sitting in the motor, with a chauffeur in\nlivery in front, and with her six-hundred-dollar Pekingese sprawling in\nher lap, in his little gold collar. Society's built right on that sort\nof thing, Sue! you'd be pretty surprised if you could see a map of the\nbad-house district, with the owners' names attached.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They can't be held responsible for the people who rent their\nproperty!\" Susan protested.\n\n\"Bocqueraz told me that night that in New York you'll see nice-looking\nmaids, nice-looking chauffeurs, and magnificent cars, any afternoon,\nairing the dogs in the park,\" said Billy.\n\nThe name silenced Susan; she felt her breath come short.\n\n\"He was a dandy fellow,\" mused Billy, not noticing. \"Didn't you like\nhim?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Like him!\" burst from Susan's overcharged heart. An amazed question or\ntwo from him brought the whole story out. The hour, the darkness, the\neffect of Josephine's protected happiness, and above all, the desire to\nhold him, to awaken his interest, combined to break down her guard.\n\nShe told him everything, passionately and swiftly, dwelling only upon\nthe swift rush of events that had confused her sense of right and\nwrong, and upon the writer's unparalleled devotion.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly, genuinely shocked at her share of the affair, was not inclined\nto take Bocqueraz's protestations very seriously. Susan found herself\nin the odious and unforeseen position of defending Stephen Bocqueraz's\nintentions.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What a dirty rotter he must be, when he seemed such a prince!\" was\nWilliam's summary. \"Pretty tough on you, Sue,\" he added, with fraternal\nkindly contempt, \"Of course you would take him seriously, and believe\nevery word! A man like that knows just how to go about it,--and Lord,\nyou came pretty near getting in deep!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's face burned and she bit her lip in the darkness. It was\nunbearable that Billy should think Bocqueraz less in earnest than she\nhad been, should imagine her so easily won! She wished heartily that\nshe had not mentioned the affair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He probably does that everywhere he goes,\" said Billy, thoughtfully.\n\"You had a pretty narrow escape, Sue, and I'll bet he thought he got\nout of it pretty well, too! After the thing had once started, he\nprobably began to realize that you are a lot more decent than most, and\nyou may bet he felt pretty rotten about it---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you mean to say that he DIDN'T mean to---\" began Susan hotly, stung\neven beyond anger by outraged pride. But, as the enormity of her\nquestion smote her suddenly, she stopped short, with a sensation almost\nof nausea.\n\n\"Marry you?\" Billy finished it for her. \"I don't know--probably he\nwould. Lord, Lord, what a blackguard! What a skunk!\" And Billy got up\nwith a short breath, as if he were suffocating, walked away from her,\nand began to walk up and down across the broad dark deck.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan felt bitter remorse and shame sweep her like a flame as he left\nher. She felt, sitting there alone in the darkness, as if she would die\nof the bitterness of knowing herself at last. In beginning her\nconfidence, she had been warmed by the thought of the amazing and\nromantic quality of her news, she had thought that Bocqueraz's\nadmiration would seem a great thing in Billy's eyes. Now she felt sick\nand cold and ashamed, the glamour fell, once and for all, from what she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Never you mind, Sue,\" he said, \"it's not your fault that there are men\nrotten enough to take advantage of a girl like you. You're easy, Susan,\nyou're too darned easy, you poor kid. But thank God, you got out in\ntime. It would have killed your aunt,\" said Billy, with a little\nshudder, \"and I would never have forgiven myself. You're like my own\nsister, Sue, and I never saw it coming! I thought you were wise to dope\nlike that---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Wise to dope like that!\" Susan could have risen up and slapped him, in\nthe darkness. She could have burst into frantic tears; she would gladly\nhave felt the boat sinking--sinking to hide her shame and his contempt\nfor her under the friendly, quiet water.\n\nFor long years the memory of that trip home from Sausalito, the boat,\nthe warm and dusty ferry-place, the jerking cable-car, the grimy,\nwilted street, remained vivid and terrible in her memory.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe found herself in her room, talking to the aroused Mary Lou. She\nfound herself in bed, her heart beating fast, her eyes wide and bright.\nSusan meant to stop thinking of what could not be helped, and get to\nsleep at once.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe hours went by, still she lay wakeful and sick at heart. She turned\nand tossed, sighed, buried her face in her pillow, turned and tossed\nagain. Shame shook her, worried her in dreams, agonized her when she\nwas awake. Susan felt as if she would lose her mind in the endless\nhours of this terrible night.\n\nThere was a little hint of dawn in the sky when she crept wearily over\nMary Lou's slumbering form.\n\n\"Ha! What is it?\" asked Mary Lou.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's early--I'm going out--my head aches!\" Susan said. Mary Lou sank\nback gratefully, and Susan dressed in the dim light. She crept\ndownstairs, and went noiselessly out into the chilly street.\n\nHer head ached, and her skin felt dry and hot. She took an early car\nfor North Beach, sat mute and chilled on the dummy until she reached\nthe terminal, and walked blindly down to the water. Little waves\nshifted wet pebbles on the shore, a cool wind sighed high above her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan found a sheltered niche among piles of lumber--and sat staring\ndully ahead of her. The water was dark, but the fog was slowly lifting,\nto show barges at anchor, and empty rowboats rocking by the pier. The\ntide was low, piles closely covered with shining black barnacles rose\nlank from the water; odorous webs of green seaweed draped the wooden\ncross-bars and rusty iron cleats of the dock.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan remembered the beaches she had known in her childhood, when, a\nsmall skipping person, she had run ahead of her father and mother, wet\nher shoes in the sinking watery sand, and curved away from the path of\nthe waves in obedience to her mother's voice. She remembered walks home\nbeside the roaring water, with the wind whistling in her ears, the\nsunset full in her eyes, her tired little arms hooked in the arms of\nthe parents who shouted and laughed at each other over the noisy\nelements.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My good, dear, hungry, little, tired Mouse!\" her mother had called\nher, in the blissful hour of supper and warmth and peace that followed.\n\nHer mother had always been good--her father good. Every one was\ngood,--even impractical, absurd Mary Lou, and homely Lydia Lord, and\nlittle Miss Sherman at the office, with her cold red hands, and her\nhungry eyes,--every one was good, except Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDawn came, and sunrise. The fog lifted like a curtain, disappeared in\ncurling filaments against the sun. Little brown-sailed fishing-smacks\nbegan to come dipping home, sunlight fell warm and bright on the roofs\nof Alcatraz, the blue hills beyond showed soft against the bluer sky.\nFerry boats cut delicate lines of foam in the sheen of the bay, morning\nwhistles awakened the town. Susan felt the sun's grateful warmth on her\nshoulders and, watching the daily miracle of birth, felt vaguely some", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncorresponding process stir her own heart. Nature cherishes no\nyesterdays; the work of rebuilding and replenishing goes serenely on.\nPunctual dawn never finds the world unready, April's burgeoning colors\nbury away forever the memories of winter wind and deluge.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There is some work that I may still do, in this world, there is a\nplace somewhere for me,\" thought Susan, walking home, hungry and weary,\n\"Now the question is to find them!\"\n\nEarly in October came a round-robin from the Carrolls. Would Susan come\nto them for Thanksgiving and stay until Josephine's wedding on December\nthird? \"It will be our last time all together in one sense,\" wrote Mrs.\nCarroll, \"and we really need you to help us over the dreadful day after\nJo goes!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan accepted delightedly for the wedding, but left the question of\nThanksgiving open; her aunt felt the need of her for the anniversary.\nJinny would be at home from Berkeley and Alfred and his wife Freda were\nexpected for Thanksgiving Day. Mrs. Alfred was a noisy and assertive\nlittle person, whose complacent bullying of her husband caused his\nmother keen distress. Alfred was a bookkeeper now, in the bakery of his\nfather-in-law, in the Mission, and was a changed man in these days; his", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nattitude toward his wife was one of mingled fear and admiration. It was\na very large bakery, and the office was neatly railed off, \"really like\na bank,\" said poor Mrs. Lancaster, but Ma had nearly fainted when first\nshe saw her only son in this enclosure, and never would enter the\nbakery again. The Alfreds lived in a five-room flat bristling with\nmodern art papers and shining woodwork; the dining-room was papered in\na bold red, with black wood trimmings and plate-rail; the little", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndrawing-room had a gas-log surrounded with green tiles. Freda made\nendless pillows for the narrow velour couch, and was very proud of her\nMission rocking-chairs and tasseled portieres. Her mother's\nwedding-gift had been a piano with a mechanical player attached; the\nbride was hospitable and she loved to have groups of nicely dressed\nyoung people listening to the music, while she cooked for them in the\nchafing-dish. About once a month, instead of going to \"Mama's\" for an", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nenormous Sunday dinner, she and Alfred had her fat \"Mama\" and her small\nwiry \"Poppa\" and little Augusta and Lulu and Heinie come to eat a\nSunday dinner with them. And when this happened stout Mrs. Hultz always\nsent her own cook over the day before with a string of sausages and a\nfowl and a great mocha cake, and cheese and hot bread, so that Freda's\nparty should not \"cost those kits so awful a lot,\" as she herself put\nit.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd no festivity was thought by Freda to warrant Alfred's approach to\nhis old habits. She never allowed him so much as a sherry sauce on his\npudding. She frankly admitted that she \"yelled bloody murder\" if he\nsuggested absenting himself from her side for so much as a single\nevening. She adored him, she thought him the finest type of man she\nknew, but she allowed him no liberty.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A doctor told Ma once that when a man drank, as Alfie did, he couldn't\nstop right off short, without affecting his heart,\" said Mary Lou,\ngently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All right, let it affect his heart then!\" said the twenty-year-old\nFreda hardily. Ma herself thought this disgustingly cold-blooded; she\nsaid it did not seem refined for a woman to admit that her husband had\nhis failings, and Mary Lou said frankly that it was easy enough to see\nwhere THAT marriage would end, but Susan read more truly the little\nbride's flashing blue eyes and the sudden scarlet in her cheeks, and\nshe won Freda's undying loyalty by a surreptitious pressure of her\nfingers.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne afternoon in mid-November Susan and Mary Lou chanced to be in the\ndining-room, working over a puzzle-card that had been delivered as an\nadvertisement of some new breakfast food. They had intended to go to\nmarket immediately after lunch, but it was now three o'clock, and still\nthey hung over the fascinating little combination of paper angles and\ntriangles, feeling that any instant might see the problem solved.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSuddenly the telephone rang, and Susan went to answer it, while Mary\nLou, who had for some minutes been loosening her collar and belt\npreparatory to changing for the street, trailed slowly upstairs,\nholding her garments together.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOutside was a bright, warm winter day, babies were being wheeled about\nin the sunshine, and children, just out of school, were shouting and\nrunning in the street. From where Susan sat at the telephone she could\nsee a bright angle of sunshine falling through the hall window upon the\nfaded carpet of the rear entry, and could hear Mrs. Cortelyou's\ncherished canary, Bobby, bursting his throat in a cascade of song\nupstairs. The canary was still singing when she hung up the receiver,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntwo minutes later,--the sound drove through her temples like a knife,\nand the placid sunshine in the entry seemed suddenly brazen and harsh.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan went upstairs and into Mary Lou's room.\n\n\"Mary Lou---\" she began.\n\n\"Why, what is it?\" said Mary Lou, catching her arm, for Susan was very\nwhite, and she was staring at her cousin with wide eyes and parted lips.\n\n\"It was Billy,\" Susan answered. \"Josephine Carroll's dead.\"\n\n\"WHAT!\" Mary Lou said sharply.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's what he said,\" Susan repeated dully. \"There was an\naccident,--at Yellowstone--they were going to meet poor Stewart--and\nwhen he got in--they had to tell him--poor fellow! Ethel Frothingham's\narm was broken, and Jo never moved--Phil has taken Mrs. Carroll on\nto-day--Billy just saw them off!\" Susan sat down at the bureau, and\nrested her head in her hands. \"I can't believe it!\" she said, under her\nbreath. \"I simply CANNOT believe it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Josephine Carroll killed! Why--it's the most awful thing I ever\nheard!\" Mary Lou exclaimed. Her horror quieted Susan.\n\n\"Billy didn't know anything more than that,\" Susan said, beginning\nhastily to change her dress. \"I'll go straight over there, I guess. He\nsaid they only had a wire, but that one of the afternoon papers has a\nshort account. My goodness--goodness--goodness--when they were all so\nhappy! And Jo always the gayest of them all--it doesn't seem possible!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nStill dazed, she crossed the bay in the pleasant afternoon sunlight,\nand went up to the house. Anna was already there, and the four spent a\nquiet, sad evening together. No details had reached them, the full\nforce of the blow was not yet felt. When Anna had to go away the next\nday Susan stayed; she and Betsy got the house ready for the mother's\nhome-coming, put away Josephine's dresses, her tennis-racket, her\nmusic----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's not right!\" sobbed the rebellious little sister. \"She was the\nbest of us all--and we've had so much to bear! It isn't fair!\"\n\n\"It's all wrong,\" Susan said, heavily.\n\nMrs. Carroll, brave and steady, if very tired, came home on the third\nday, and with her coming the atmosphere of the whole house changed.\nAnna had come back again; the sorrowing girls drew close about their\nmother, and Susan felt that she was not needed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mrs. Carroll is the most wonderful woman in the world!\" she said to\nBilly, going home after the funeral. \"Yes,\" Billy answered frowningly.\n\"She's too darn wonderful! She can't keep this up!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGeorgie and Joe came to Mrs. Lancaster's house for an afternoon visit\non Thanksgiving Day, arriving in mid-afternoon with the two babies, and\ntaking Myra and Helen home again before the day grew too cold. Virginia\narrived, using her own eyes for the first time in years, and the\nsisters and their mother laughed and cried together over the miracle of\nthe cure. When Alfie and Freda came there was more hilarity. Freda very\nprettily presented her mother-in-law, whose birthday chanced to fall on", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe day, with a bureau scarf. Alfred, urged, Susan had no doubt, by his\nwife, gave his mother ten dollars, and asked her with a grin to buy\nherself some flowers. Virginia had a lace collar for Ma, and the\nwhite-coated O'Connor babies, with much pushing and urging, bashfully\ngave dear Grandma a tissue-wrapped bundle that proved to be a silk\ngown. Mary Lou unexpectedly brought down from her room a box containing\nsix heavy silver tea-spoons.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhere Mary Lou ever got the money to buy this gift was rather a mystery\nto everyone except Susan, who had chanced to see the farewells that\ntook place between her oldest cousin and Mr. Ferd Eastman, when the\ngentleman, who had been making a ten-days visit to the city, left a day\nor two earlier for Virginia City.\n\n\"Pretty soon after his wife's death!\" Susan had accused Mary Lou,\nvivaciously.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ferd has often kissed me--like a brother---\" stammered Mary Lou,\ncoloring painfully, and with tears in her kind eyes. And, to Susan's\namazement, her aunt, evidently informed of the event by Mary Lou, had\nasked her not to tease her cousin about Ferd. Susan felt certain that\nthe spoons were from Ferd.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe took great pains to make the holiday dinner unusually festive,\ndecorated the table, and put on her prettiest evening gown. There were\nvery few boarders left in the house on this day, and the group that\ngathered about the big turkey was like one large family. Billy carved,\nand Susan with two paper candle-shades pinned above her ears, like\nenormous rosettes, was more like her old silly merry self than these\npeople who loved her had seen her for years.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was nearly eight o'clock when Mrs. Lancaster, pushing back an\nuntasted piece of mince pie, turned to Susan a strangely flushed and\nswollen face, and said thickly:\n\n\"Air--I think I must--air!\"\n\nShe went out of the dining-room, and they heard her open the street\ndoor, in the hall. A moment later Virginia said \"Mama!\" in so sharp a\ntone that the others were instantly silenced, and vaguely alarmed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hark!\" said Virginia, \"I thought Mama called!\" Susan, after a\nhalf-minute of nervous silence, suddenly jumped up and ran after her\naunt.\n\nShe never forgot the dark hall, and the sensation when her foot struck\nsomething soft and inert that lay in the doorway. Susan gave a great\ncry of fright as she knelt down, and discovered it to be her aunt.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nConfusion followed. There was a great uprising of voices in the\ndining-room, chairs grated on the floor. Someone lighted the hall gas,\nand Susan found a dozen hands ready to help her raise Mrs. Lancaster\nfrom the floor.\n\n\"She's just fainted!\" Susan said, but already with a premonition that\nit was no mere faint.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We'd better have a doctor though---\" she heard Billy say, as they\ncarried her aunt in to the dining-room couch. Mrs. Lancaster's breath\nwas coming short and heavy, her eyes were shut, her face dark with\nblood.\n\n\"Oh, why did we let Joe go home!\" Mary Lou burst out hysterically.\n\nHer mother evidently caught the word, for she opened her eyes and\nwhispered to Susan, with an effort:\n\n\"Georgia--good, good man--my love---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You feel better, don't you, darling?\" Susan asked, in a voice rich\nwith love and tenderness.\n\n\"Oh, yes!\" her aunt whispered, earnestly, watching her with the\nunwavering gaze of a child.\n\n\"Of course she's better--You're all right, aren't you?\" said a dozen\nvoices. \"She fainted away!--Didn't you hear her fall?--I didn't hear a\nthing!--Well, you fainted, didn't you?--You felt faint, didn't you?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Air---\" said Mrs. Lancaster, in a thickened, deep voice. Her eyes\nmoved distressedly from one face to another, and as Virginia began to\nunfasten the pin at her throat, she added tenderly, \"Don't prick\nyourself, Bootsy!\"\n\n\"Oh, she's very sick--she's very sick!\" Susan whispered, with white\nlips, to Billy who was at the telephone.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What do you think of sponging her face off with ice-water?\" he asked\nin a low tone. Susan fled to the kitchen. Mary Lou, seated by the table\nwhere the great roast stood in a confusion of unwashed plates and\ncriss-crossed silver, was sobbing violently.\n\n\"Oh, Sue--she's dying!\" whispered Mary Lou, \"I know it! Oh, my God,\nwhat will we do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan plunged her hand in a tall pitcher for a lump of ice and wrapped\nit in a napkin. A moment later she knelt by her aunt's side. The\nsufferer gave a groan at the touch of ice, but a moment later she\ncaught Susan's wrist feverishly and muttered \"Good!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Make all these fools go upstairs!\" said Alfie's wife in a fierce\nwhisper. She was carrying out plates and clearing a space about the\ncouch. Virginia, kneeling by her mother, repeated over and over again,\nin an even and toneless voice, \"Oh God, spare her--Oh God, spare her!\"\n\nThe doctor was presently among them, dragged, Susan thought, from the\nfaint odor of wine about him, from his own dinner. He helped Billy\ncarry the now unconscious woman upstairs, and gave Susan brisk orders.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There has undoubtedly been a slight stroke,\" said he.\n\n\"Oh, doctor!\" sobbed Mary Lou, \"will she get well?\"\n\n\"I don't anticipate any immediate change,\" said the doctor to Susan,\nafter a dispassionate look at Mary Lou, \"and I think you had better\nhave a nurse.\"\n\n\"Yes, doctor,\" said Susan, very efficient and calm.\n\n\"Had you a nurse in mind?\" asked the doctor.\n\n\"Well, no,\" Susan answered, feeling as if she had failed him.\n\n\"I can get one,\" said the doctor thoughtfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd now, for the first time in her life, she found herself really busy,\nand, under all sorrow and pain, there was in these sad hours for Susan\na genuine satisfaction and pleasure. Capable, tender, quiet, she went\nabout tirelessly, answering the telephone, seeing to the nurse's\ncomfort, brewing coffee for Mary Lou, carrying a cup of hot soup to\nVirginia. Susan, slim, sympathetic, was always on hand,--with clean\nsheets on her arm or with hot water for the nurse or with a message for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe doctor. She penciled a little list for Billy to carry to the\ndrugstore, she made Miss Foster's bed in the room adjoining Auntie's,\nshe hunted up the fresh nightgown that was slipped over her aunt's\nhead, put the room in order; hanging up the limp garments with a\nstrange sense that it would be long before Auntie's hand touched them\nagain.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And now, why don't you go to bed, Jinny darling?\" she asked, coming in\nat midnight to the room where her cousins were grouped in mournful\nsilence. But Billy's foot touched hers with a significant pressure, and\nSusan sat down, rather frightened, and said no more of anyone's going\nto bed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTwo long hours followed. They were sitting in a large front bedroom\nthat had been made ready for boarders, but looked inexpressibly grim\nand cheerless, with its empty mantel and blank, marble-topped bureau.\nGeorgie cried constantly and silently, Virginia's lips moved, Mary Lou\nalone persisted that Ma would be herself again in three days.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, sitting and staring at the flaring gas-lights, began to feel\nthat in the midst of life was death, indeed, and that the term of human\nexistence is as brief as a dream. \"We will all have to die too,\" she\nsaid, awesomely to herself, her eyes traveling about the circle of\nfaces.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAt two o'clock Miss Foster summoned them and they went into the\ninvalid's room; to Susan it was all unreal and unconvincing. The figure\nin the bed, the purple face, the group of sobbing watchers. No word was\nsaid: the moments slipped by. Her eyes were wandering when Miss Foster\nsuddenly touched her aunt's hand.\n\nA heavy, grating breath--a silence--Susan's eyes met Billy's in\nterror--but there was another breath--and another--and another silence.\n\nSilence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMiss Foster, who had been bending over her patient, straightened up,\nlowered the gray head gently into the pillow.\n\n\"Gone,\" said Dr. O'Connor, very low, and at the word a wild protest of\ngrief broke out. Susan neither cried nor spoke; it was all too unreal\nfor tears, for emotion of any kind.\n\n\"You stay,\" said Miss Foster when she presently banished the others.\nSusan, surprised, complied.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sorry to ask you to help me,\" said Miss Foster then briskly, \"but I\ncan't do this alone. They'll want to be coming back here, and we must\nbe ready for them. I wonder if you could fix her hair like she wore it,\nand I'll have to get her teeth---\"\n\n\"Her what?\" asked Susan.\n\n\"Her teeth, dear. Do you know where she kept them?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAppalled, sickened, Susan watched the other woman's easy manipulation\nof what had been a loving, breathing woman only a few hours before. But\nshe presently did her own share bravely and steadily, brushing and\ncoiling the gray-brown locks as she had often seen her aunt coil them.\nLying in bed, a small girl supposedly asleep, years before, she had\nseen these pins placed so--and so--seen this short end tucked under,\nthis twist skilfully puffed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was not Auntie. So wholly had the soul fled that Susan could feel\nsure that Auntie--somewhere, was already too infinitely wise to resent\nthis fussing little stranger and her ministrations. A curious lack of\nemotion in herself astonished her. She longed to grieve, as the others\ndid, blamed herself that she could not. But before she left the room\nshe put her lips to her aunt's forehead.\n\n\"You were always good to me!\" Susan whispered.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I guess she was always good to everyone,\" said the little nurse,\npinning a clever arrangement of sheets firmly, \"she has a grand face!\"\nThe room was bright and orderly now, Susan flung pillows and blankets\ninto the big closet, hung her aunt's white knitted shawl on a hook.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're a dear good little girl, that's what YOU are!\" said Miss\nFoster, as they went out. Susan stepped into her new role with\ncharacteristic vigor. She was too much absorbed in it to be very sorry\nthat her aunt was dead. Everybody praised her, and a hundred times a\nday her cousins said truthfully that they could not see how these\ndreadful days would have been endurable at all without Susan. Susan\ncould sit up all night, and yet be ready to brightly dispense hot", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncoffee at seven o'clock, could send telegrams, could talk to the men\nfrom Simpson and Wright's, could go downtown with Billy to select plain\nblack hats and simple mourning, could meet callers, could answer the\ntelephone, could return a reassuring \"That's all attended to, dear,\" to\nMary Lou's distracted \"I haven't given one THOUGHT to dinner!\" and\nthen, when evening came again, could quietly settle herself in a big\nchair, between Billy and Dr. O'Connor, for another vigil.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Never a thought for her own grief!\" said Georgie, to a caller. Susan\nfelt a little prick of guilt. She was too busy and too absorbed to feel\nany grief. And presently it occurred to her that perhaps Auntie knew\nit, and understood. Perhaps there was no merit in mere grieving. \"But I\nwish I had been better to her while she was here!\" thought Susan more\nthan once.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe saw her aunt in a new light through the eyes of the callers who\ncame, a long, silent stream, to pay their last respect to Louisianna\nRalston. All the old southern families of the city were represented\nthere; the Chamberlains and the Lloyds, the Duvals and Fairfaxes and\nCarters. Old, old ladies came, stout matrons who spoke of the dead\nwoman as \"Lou,\" rosy-faced old men. Some of them Susan had never seen\nbefore.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nTo all of them she listened with her new pretty deference and dignity.\nShe heard of her aunt's childhood, before the war, \"Yo' dea' auntie and\nmy Fanny went to they' first ball togethah,\" said one very old lady.\n\"Lou was the belle of all us girls,\" contributed the same Fanny, now\nstout and sixty, with a smile. \"I was a year or two younger, and, my\nlaws, how I used to envy Miss Louis'anna Ralston, flirtin' and laughin'\nwith all her beaux!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan grew used to hearing her aunt spoken of as \"your cousin,\" \"your\nmother,\" even \"your sister,\"--her own relationship puzzled some of Mrs.\nLancaster's old friends. But they never failed to say that Susan was \"a\ndear, sweet girl--she must have been proud of you!\"\n\nShe heard sometimes of her own mother too. Some large woman, wiping the\ntears from her eyes, might suddenly seize upon Susan, with:\n\n\"Look here, Robert, this is Sue Rose's girl--Major Calhoun was one of\nyour Mama's great admirers, dear!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOr some old lady, departing, would kiss her with a whispered \"Knew your\nmother like my own daughter,--come and see me!\"\n\nThey had all been young and gay and sheltered together, Susan thought,\njust half a century ago. Now some came in widow's black, and some with\nshabby gloves and worn shoes, and some rustled up from carriages, and\npatronized Mary Lou, and told Susan that \"poor Lou\" never seemed to be\nvery successful!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I sometimes think that it would be worth any effort in the first forty\nyears of your life, to feel sure that you would at least not be an\nobject of pity for the last twenty!\" said Susan, upon whom these\ncallers, with the contrasts they presented, had had a profound effect.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was during an all-night vigil, in the room next to the one in which\nthe dead woman lay. Dr. O'Connor lay asleep on a couch, Susan and Billy\nwere in deep chairs. The room was very cold, and the girl had a big\nwrapper over her black dress. Billy had wrapped himself in an Indian\nblanket, and put his feet comfortably up on a chair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You bet your life it would be!\" said Billy yawning. \"That's what I\ntell the boys, over at the works,\" he went on, with awakening interest,\n\"get INTO something, cut out booze and theaters and graphophones\nnow,--don't care what your neighbors think of you now, but mind your\nown affairs, stick to your business, let everything else go, and then,\nsome day, settle down with a nice little lump of stock, or a couple of\nflats, or a little plant of your own, and snap your fingers at\neverything!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You know I've been thinking,\" Susan said slowly, \"For all the wise\npeople that have ever lived, and all the goodness everywhere, we go\nthrough life like ships with sealed orders. Now all these friends of\nAuntie's, they thought she made a brilliant match when she married\nUncle George. But she had no idea of management, and no training, and\nhere she is, dying at sixty-three, leaving Jinny and Mary Lou\npractically helpless, and nothing but a lot of debts! For twenty years", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nshe's just been drifting and drifting,--it's only a chance that Alfie\npulled out of it, and that Georgie really did pretty well. Now, with\nMrs. Carroll somehow it's so different. You know that, before she's\nold, she's going to own her little house and garden, she knows where\nshe stands. She's worked her financial problem out on paper, she says\n'I'm a little behind this month, because of Jim's dentist. But there\nare five Saturdays in January, and I'll catch up then!'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, but a training like that NEEDN'T be exceptional! It seems so\nstrange that the best thing that school can give us is algebra and\nCaesar's Commentaries,\" Susan pursued thoughtfully. \"When there's so\nMUCH else we don't know! Just to show you one thing, Billy,--when I\nfirst began to go to the Carrolls, I noticed that they never had to\nfuss with the building of a fire in the kitchen stove. When a meal was\nover, Mrs. Carroll opened the dampers, scattered a little wet coal on", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe top, and forgot about it until the next meal, or even overnight.\nShe could start it up in two seconds, with no dirt or fuss, whenever\nshe wanted to. Think what that means, getting breakfast! Now, ever\nsince I was a little girl, we've built a separate fire for each meal,\nin this house. Nobody ever knew any better. You hear chopping of\nkindlings, and scratching of matches, and poor Mary Lou saying that it\nisn't going to burn, and doing it all over----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gosh, yes!\" he said laughing at the familiar picture. \"Mary Lou always\nsays that she has no luck with fires!\"\n\n\"Billy,\" Susan stated solemnly, \"sometimes I don't believe that there\nis such a thing as luck!\"\n\n\"SOMETIMES you don't--why, Lord, of course there isn't!\"\n\n\"Oh, Billy,\" Susan's eyes widened childishly, \"don't you honestly think\nso?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, I don't!\" He smiled, with the bashfulness that was always\nnoticeable when he spoke intimately of himself or his own ideas. \"If\nyou get a big enough perspective of things, Sue,\" he said, \"everybody\nhas the same chance. You to-day, and I to-morrow, and somebody else the\nday after that! Now,\" he cautiously lowered his voice, \"in this house\nyou've heard the Civil War spoken of as 'bad luck' and Alf's drinking\nspoken of as 'bad luck'\"----\n\nSusan dimpled, nodded thoughtfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"--And if Phil Carroll hadn't been whipped and bullied and coaxed and\namused and praised for the past six or seven years, and Anna pushed\ninto a job, and Jim and Betsy ruled with an iron hand, you might hear\nMrs. Carroll talking about 'bad luck,' too!\"\n\n\"Well, one thing,\" said Susan firmly, \"we'll do very differently from\nnow on.\"\n\n\"You girls, you mean,\" he said.\n\n\"Jinny and Mary Lou and I. I think we'll keep this place going, Billy.\"\n\nBilly scowled.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think you're making a big mistake, if you do. There's no money in\nit. The house is heavily mortgaged, half the rooms are empty.\"\n\n\"We'll fill the house, then. It's the only thing we can do, Billy. And\nI've got plenty of plans,\" said Susan vivaciously. \"I'm going to market\nmyself, every morning. I'm going to do at least half the cooking. I'm\ngoing to borrow about three hundred dollars---\"\n\n\"I'll lend you all you want,\" he said.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, you're a darling! But I don't mean a gift, I mean at interest,\"\nSusan assured him. \"I'm going to buy china and linen, and raise our\nrates. For two years I'm not going out of this house, except on\nbusiness. You'll see!\"\n\nHe stared at her for so long a time that Susan--even with\nBilly!--became somewhat embarrassed.\n\n\"But it seems a shame to tie you down to an enterprise like this, Sue,\"\nhe said finally.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" she said, after a short silence, turning upon him a very bright\nsmile. \"I've made a pretty general failure of my own happiness, Bill.\nI've shown that I'm a pretty weak sort. You know what I was willing to\ndo---\"\n\n\"Now you're talking like a damn fool!\" growled Billy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, I'm not! You may be as decent as you please about it, Billy,\" said\nSusan with scarlet cheeks, \"but--a thing like that will keep me from\never marrying, you know! Well. So I'm really going to work, right here\nand now. Mrs. Carroll says that service is the secret of happiness, I'm\ngoing to try it. Life is pretty short, anyway,--doesn't a time like\nthis make it seem so!--and I don't know that it makes very much\ndifference whether one's happy or not!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently he dozed in his chair, and Susan sat staring wide-eyed before\nher, but seeing nothing of the dimly lighted room, the old\nsteel-engravings on the walls, the blotched mirror above the empty\ngrate. Long thoughts went through her mind, a hazy drift of plans and\nresolutions, a hazy wonder as to what Stephen Bocqueraz was doing\nto-night--what Kenneth Saunders was doing. Perhaps they would some day\nhear of her as a busy and prosperous boarding-house keeper; perhaps,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe got up, and went noiselessly into the hall to look at the clock.\nJust two. Susan went into the front room, to say her prayers in the\npresence of the dead.\n\nThe big dim room was filled with flowers, their blossoms dull blots of\nlight in the gloom, their fragrance, and the smell of wet leaves, heavy\non the air. One window was raised an inch or two, a little current of\nair stirred the curtain. Candles burned steadily, with a little sucking\nnoise; a clock ticked; there was no other sound.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan stood, motionless herself, looking soberly down upon the quiet\nface of the dead. Some new dignity had touched the smooth forehead, and\nthe closed eyes, a little inscrutable smile hovered over the sweet,\nfirmly closed mouth. Susan's eyes moved from the face to the locked\nivory fingers, lying so lightly,--yet with how terrible a weight!--upon\nspotless white satin and lace. Virginia had put the ivory-bound\nprayer-book and the lilies-of-the-valley into that quiet clasp,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nGeorgie, holding back her tears, had laid at the coffin's foot the\nviolets tied with a lavender ribbon that bore the legend, \"From the\nGrandchildren.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What a funny world it is,\" thought Susan, smiling at the still, wise\nface as if she and her aunt might still share in amusement. She thought\nof her own pose, \"never gives a thought to her own grief!\" everyone\nsaid. She thought of Virginia's passionate and dramatic protest, \"Ma\ncarried this book when she was married, she shall have it now!\" and of\nMary Lou's wail, \"Oh, that I should live to see the day!\" And she\nremembered Georgie's care in placing the lettered ribbon where it must", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Are we all actors? Isn't anything real?\" she wondered.\n\nYet the grief was real enough, after all. There was no sham in Mary\nLou's faint, after the funeral, and Virginia, drooping about the\ndesolate house, looked shockingly pinched and thin. There was a family\ncouncil in a day or two, and it was at this time that Susan meant to\nsuggest that the boarding-house be carried on between them all.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAlfred and his wife, and Georgie and the doctor came to the house for\nthis talk; Billy had been staying there, and Mr. Ferd Eastman, in\nanswer to a telegram, had come down for the funeral and was still in\nthe city.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey gathered, a sober, black-dressed group, in the cold and dreary\nparlor, Ferd Eastman looking almost indecorously cheerful and rosy, in\nhis checked suit and with his big diamond ring glittering on his fat\nhand. There was no will to read, but Billy had ascertained what none of\nthe sisters knew, the exact figures of the mortgage, the value of the\ncontents of Mrs. Lancaster's locked tin box, the size and number of\nvarious outstanding bills. He spread a great number of papers out", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbefore him on a small table; Alfred, who appeared to be sleepy, after\nthe strain of the past week, yawned, started up blinking, attempted to\ntake an intelligent interest in the conversation; Georgie, thinking of\nher nursing baby, was eager to hurry everything through.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Now, about you girls,\" said Billy. \"Sue feels that you might make a\ngood thing of it if you stayed on here. What do you think?\"\n\n\"Well, Billy--well, Ferd---\" Everyone turned to look at Mary Lou, who\nwas stammering and blushing in a most peculiar way. Mr. Eastman put his\narm about her. Part of the truth flashed on Susan.\n\n\"You're going to be married!\" she gasped. But this was the moment for\nwhich Ferd had been waiting.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We are married, good people,\" he said buoyantly. \"This young lady and\nI gave you all the slip two weeks ago!\"\n\nSusan rushed to kiss the bride, but upon Virginia's bursting into\nhysterical tears, and Georgie turning faint, Mary Lou very sensibly set\nabout restoring her sisters' composure, and, even on this occasion,\ntook a secondary part.\n\n\"Perhaps you had some reason---\" said Georgie, faintly, turning\nreproachful eyes upon the newly wedded pair.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, with poor Ma just gone!\" Virginia burst into tears again.\n\n\"Ma knew,\" sobbed Mary Lou, quite overcome. \"Ferd--Ferd---\" she began\nwith difficulty, \"didn't want to wait, and I WOULDN'T,--so soon after\npoor Grace!\" Grace had been the first wife. \"And so, just before Ma's\nbirthday, he took us to lunch--we went to Swains---\"\n\n\"I remember the day!\" said Virginia, in solemn affirmation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And we were quietly married afterward,\" said Ferd, himself,\nsoothingly, his arm about his wife, \"and Mary Lou's dear mother was\nvery happy about it. Don't cry, dear---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had disliked the man once, but she could find no fault with his\ntender solicitude for the long-neglected Mary Lou. And when the first\ncrying and exclaiming were over, there was a very practical\nsatisfaction in the thought of Mary Lou as a prosperous man's wife, and\nVirginia provided for, for a time at least. Susan seemed to feel\nfetters slipping away from her at every second.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMr. Eastman took them all to lunch, at a modest table d'hote in the\nneighborhood, tipped the waiter munificently, asked in an aside for a\nspecial wine, which was of course not forthcoming. Susan enjoyed the\naffair with a little of her old spirit, and kept them all talking and\nfriendly. Georgie, perhaps a little dashed by Mary Lou's recently\nacquired state, told Susan in a significant aside, as a doctor's wife,\nthat it was very improbable that Mary Lou, at her age, would have", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nchildren; \"seems such a pity!\" said Georgie, shrugging. Virginia, to\nher new brother-in-law's cheerful promise to find her a good husband\nwithin the year, responded, with a little resentful dignity, \"It seems\na little soon, to me, to be JOKING, Ferd!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut on the whole it was a very harmonious meal. The Eastmans were to\nleave the next day for a belated honeymoon; to Susan and Virginia and\nBilly would fall the work of closing up the Fulton Street house.\n\n\"And what about you, Sue?\" asked Billy, as they were walking home that\nafternoon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm going to New York, Bill,\" she answered. And, with a memory of the\ntimes she had told him that before, she turned to him a sudden smile.\n\"--But I mean it this time!\" said Susan cheerfully. \"I went to see Miss\nToland, of the Alexander Toland Settlement House, a few weeks ago,\nabout working there. She told me frankly that they have all they need\nof untrained help. But she said, 'Miss Brown, if you COULD take a\nyear's course in New York, you'd be a treasure!' And so I'm going to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nborrow the money from Ferd, Bill. I hate to do it, but I'm going to.\nAnd the first thing you know I'll be in the Potrero, right near your\nbeloved Iron Works, teaching the infants of that region how to make\nbuttonholes and cook chuck steak!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How much money do you want?\" he asked, after a moment's silence.\n\n\"Three hundred.\"\n\n\"Three hundred! The fare is one hundred!\"\n\n\"I know it. But I'm going to work my way through the course, Bill, even\nif I have to go out as a nurse-girl, and study at night.\"\n\nBilly said nothing for awhile. But before they parted he went back to\nthe subject.\n\n\"I'll let you have the three hundred, Sue, or five hundred, if you\nlike. Borrow it from me, you know me a good deal better than you do\nFerd Eastman!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next day the work of demolishing the boarding-house began. Susan\nand Virginia lived with Georgie for these days, but lunched in the\nconfusion of the old home. It seemed strange, and vaguely sad, to see\nthe long-crowded rooms empty and bare, with winter sunlight falling in\nclear sharp lines across the dusty, un-carpeted floors. A hundred old\nscars and stains showed on the denuded walls; there were fresher\nsquares on the dark, faded old papers, where the pictures had been", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhung; Susan recognized the outline of Mary Lord's mirror, and Mrs.\nParker's crucifix. The kitchen was cold and desolate, a pool of water\non the cold stove, a smooth thin cake of yellow soap in a thick saucer,\non the sink, a drift of newspapers on the floor, and old brooms\nassembled in a corner.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMore than the mortgage, the forced sale of the old house had brought\nonly a few hundreds of dollars. It was to be torn down at once, and\nSusan felt a curious stirring of sadness as she went through the\nstrange yet familiar rooms for the last time.\n\n\"Lord, how familiar it all is!\" said Billy, \"the block and the bakery!\nI can remember the first time I saw it.\"\n\nThe locked house was behind them, they had come down the street steps,\nand turned for a last look at the blank windows.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I remember coming here after my father died,\" Susan said. \"You gave me\na little cologne bottle filled with water, and one of those spools that\none braids worsted through, do you remember?\"\n\n\"Do you remember Miss Fish,--the old girl whose canary we hit with a\nball? And the second-hand type-writer we were always saving up for?\"\n\n\"And the day we marked up the steps with chalk and Auntie sent us out\nwith wet rags?\"\n\n\"Lord--Lord!\" They were both smiling as they walked away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Shall you go to Nevada City with the Eastmans, Sue?\"\n\n\"No, I don't think so. I'll stay with Georgie for a week, and get\nthings straightened out.\"\n\n\"Well, suppose we go off and have dinner somewhere, to-morrow?\"\n\n\"Oh, I'd love it! It's terribly gloomy at Georgie's. But I'm going over\nto see the Carrolls to-morrow, and they may want to keep me---\"\n\n\"They won't!\" said Billy grimly.\n\n\"WON'T?\" Susan echoed, astonished.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No,\" Billy said with a sigh. \"Mrs. Carroll's been awfully queer\nsince--since Jo, you know---\"\n\n\"Why, Bill, she was so wonderful!\"\n\n\"Just at first, yes. But she's gone into a sort of melancholia, now,\nPhil was telling me about it.\"\n\n\"But that doesn't sound a bit like her,\" Susan said, worriedly.\n\n\"No, does it? But go over and see them anyway, it'll do them all good.\nWell--look your last at the old block, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan got on the car, leaning back for a long, goodbye look at the\nshabby block, duller than ever in the grimy winter light, and at the\ndirt and papers and chaff drifting up against the railings, and at the\nbakery window, with its pies and bread and Nottingham lace curtains.\nFulton Street was a thing of the past.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next day, in a whirling rainstorm, well protected by a trim\nraincoat, overshoes, and a close-fitting little hat about which spirals\nof bright hair clung in a halo, Susan crossed the ferry and climbed up\nthe long stairs that rise through the very heart of Sausalito. The sky\nwas gray, the bay beaten level by the rain, and the wet gardens that\nSusan passed were dreary and bare. Twisting oak trees gave vistas of\nwind-whipped vines, and of the dark and angry water; the steps she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe Carrolls' garden was neglected and desolate, chrysanthemum stalks\nlay across the wet flagging of the path, and wind screamed about the\nhouse. Susan's first knock was lost in a general creaking and banging,\nbut a second brought Betsey, grave and tired-looking, to the door.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, hello. Sue,\" said Betsey apathetically. \"Don't go in there, it's\nso cold,\" she said, leading her caller past the closed door of the\nsitting-room. \"This hall is so dark that we ought to keep a light\nhere,\" added Betsey fretfully, as they stumbled along. \"Come out into\nthe dining-room, Sue, or into the kitchen. I was trying to get a fire\nstarted. But Jim NEVER brings up enough wood! He'll talk about it, and\ntalk about it, but when you want it I notice it's never there!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEverywhere were dust and disorder and evidences of neglect. Susan\nhardly recognized the dining-room; it was unaired, yet chilly; a tall,\nmilk-stained glass, and some crumbs on the green cloth, showed where\nlittle Betsey had had a lonely luncheon; there were paper bags on the\nsideboard and a litter of newspapers on a chair. Nothing suggested the\nold, exquisite order.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe kitchen was even more desolate, as it had been more inviting\nbefore. There were ashes sifting out of the stove, rings of soot and\ngrease on the table-top, more soot, and the prints of muddy boots on\nthe floor. Milk had soured in the bottles, odds and ends of food were\neverywhere, Betsey's book was open on the table, propped against the\nstreaked and stained coffee-pot.\n\n\"Your mother's ill?\" asked Susan. She could think of no other\nexplanation.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Doesn't this kitchen look awful?\" said Betsey, resuming operations\nwith books and newspapers at the range. \"No, Mother's all right. I'm\ngoing to take her up some tea. Don't you touch those things, Sue. Don't\nyou bother!\"\n\n\"Has she been in bed?\" demanded Susan.\n\n\"No, she gets up every day now,\" Betsey said impatiently. \"But she\nwon't come downstairs!\"\n\n\"Won't! But why not!\" gasped Susan.\n\n\"She--\" Betsey glanced cautiously toward the hall door. \"She hasn't\ncome down at all,\" she said, softly. \"Not--since!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What does Anna say?\" Susan asked aghast.\n\n\"Anna comes home every Saturday, and she and Phil talk to Mother,\" the\nlittle sister said, \"but so far it's not done any good! I go up two or\nthree times a day, but she won't talk to me.--Sue, ought this have more\npaper?\"\n\nThe clumsy, roughened little hands, the sad, patient little voice and\nthe substitution of this weary little woman for the once-radiant and\nnoisy Betsey sent a pang to Susan's heart.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, you poor little old darling, you!\" she burst out, pitifully. \"Do\nyou mean that you've been facing this for a month? Betsey--it's too\ndreadful--you dear little old heroic scrap!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I'm all right!\" said Betsey, beginning to tremble. She placed a\npiece or two of kindling, fumbled for a match, and turned abruptly and\nwent to a window, catching her apron to her eyes. \"I'm all right--don't\nmind me!\" sobbed Betsey. \"But sometimes I think I'll go CRAZY! Mother\ndoesn't love me any more, and everybody cried all Thanksgiving Day, and\nI loved Jo more than they think I did--they think I'm too young to\ncare--but I just can't BEAR it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, you poor little darling!\" Susan was crying herself, but she put\nher arms about Betsey, and felt the little thing cling to her, as they\ncried together.\n\n\"And now, let me tackle this!\" said Susan, when the worst of the storm\nwas over a few moments later. She started the fire briskly, and tied an\napron over her gown, to attack the disorder of the table. Betsey,\nbreathing hard, but visibly cheered, ran to and fro on eager errands,\nfell upon the sink with a vigorous mop.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan presently carried a tea-tray upstairs, and knocked on Mrs.\nCarroll's door. \"Come in,\" said the rich, familiar voice, and Susan\nentered the dim, chilly, orderly room, her heart beyond any words\ndaunted and dismayed. Mrs. Carroll, gaunt and white, wrapped in a dark\nwrapper, and idly rocking in mid-afternoon, was a sight to strike\nterror to a stouter heart than Susan's.\n\n\"Oh, Susan?\" said she. She said no more. Susan knew that she was\nunwelcome.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Betsey seems to have her hands full,\" said Susan gallantly, \"so I\nbrought up your tea.\"\n\n\"Betts needn't have bothered herself at all,\" said Mrs. Carroll. Susan\nfelt as if she were in a bad dream, but she sat down and resolutely\nplunged into the news of Georgie and Virginia and Mary Lou. Mrs.\nCarroll listened attentively, and asked a few nervous questions; Susan\nsuspected them asked merely in a desperate effort to forestall the\npause that might mean the mention of Josephine's name.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And what are your own plans, Sue?\" she presently asked.\n\n\"Well, New York presently, I think,\" Susan said. \"But I'm with Georgie\nnow,--unless,\" she added prettily, \"you'll let me stay here for a day\nor two?\"\n\nInstant alarm darkened the sick eyes.\n\n\"Oh, no, dear!\" Mrs. Carroll said quickly. \"You're a sweet child to\nthink of it, but we mustn't impose on you. No, indeed! This little\nvisit is all we must ask now, when you are so upset and busy--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I have nothing at all to do,\" Susan said eagerly. But the older woman\ninterrupted her with all the cunning of a sick brain.\n\n\"No, dear. Not now! Later perhaps, later we should all love it. But\nwe're better left to ourselves now, Sue! Anna shall write you--\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan presently left the room, sorely puzzled. But, once in the hall,\nshe came quickly to a decision. Phil's door was open, his bed unaired,\nan odor of stale cigarette smoke still in the air. In Betsey's room the\nwindows were wide open, the curtains streaming in wet air, everything\nin disorder. Susan found a little old brown gingham dress of Anna's,\nand put it on, hung up her hat, brushed back her hair. A sudden singing\nseized her heart as she went downstairs. Serving these people whom she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Sue--you're going to stay overnight!\"\n\n\"I'll stay as long as you need me,\" said Susan, kissing her.\n\nShe did not need Betsey's ecstatic welcome; the road was clear and\nstraight before her now. Preparing the little dinner was a triumph;\nreducing the kitchen to something like its old order, she found\nabsorbing and exhilarating. \"We'll bake to-morrow--we'll clean that\nthoroughly to-morrow--we'll make out a list of necessities to-morrow,\"\nsaid Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe insisted upon Philip's changing his wet shoes for slippers when the\nboys came home at six o'clock; she gave little Jim a sisterly kiss.\n\n\"Gosh, this is something like!\" said Jim simply, eyes upon the hot\ndinner and the orderly kitchen. \"This house has been about the\nrottenest place ever, for I don't know how long!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPhilip did not say anything, but Susan did not misread the look in his\ntired eyes. After dinner they kept him a place by the fire while he\nwent up to see his mother. When he came down twenty minutes later he\nseemed troubled.\n\n\"Mother says that we're imposing on you, Sue,\" he said. \"She made me\npromise to make you go home tomorrow. She says you've had enough to\nbear!\"\n\nBetsey sat up with a rueful exclamation, and Jimmy grunted a\ndisconsolate \"Gosh!\" but Susan only smiled.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"That's only part of her--trouble, Phil,\" she said, reassuringly. And\npresently she serenely led them all upstairs. \"We've got to make those\nbeds, Betts,\" said Susan.\n\n\"Mother may hear us,\" said Betsey, fearfully.\n\n\"I hope she will!\" Susan said. But, if she did, no sound came from the\nmother's room. After awhile Susan noticed that her door, which had been\najar, was shut tight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe lay awake late that night, Betts' tear-stained but serene little\nface close to her shoulder, Betts' hand still tight in hers. The wind\nshook the casements, and the unwearied storm screamed about the house.\nSusan thought of the woman in the next room, wondered if she was lying\nawake, too, alone with sick and sorrowful memories?\n\nShe herself fell asleep full of healthy planning for to-morrow's meals\nand house-cleaning, too tired and content for dreams.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnna came quietly home on the next Saturday evening, to find the little\ngroup just ready to gather about the dinner-table. A fire glowed in the\ngrate, the kitchen beyond was warm and clean and delightfully odorous.\nShe said very little then, took her share, with obvious effort at\nfirst, in their talk, sat behind Betsey's chair when the four presently\nwere coaxed by Jim into a game of \"Hearts,\" and advised her little\nsister how to avoid the black queen.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut later, just before they went upstairs, when they were all grouped\nabout the last of the fire, she laid her hands on Susan's shoulders,\nand stood Susan off, to look at her fairly.\n\n\"No words for it, Sue,\" said Anna steadily.\n\n\"Ah, don't, Nance--\" Susan began. But in another instant they were in\neach other's arms, and crying, and much later that evening, after a\nlong talk, Betsey confided to Susan that it was the first time Anna had\ncried.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"She told me that when she got home, and saw the way that you have\nchanged things,\" confided Betsey, \"she began to think for the first\ntime that we might--might get through this, you know!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWonderful days for Susan followed, with every hour brimming full of\nworking and planning. She was the first one up in the morning, the last\none in bed at night, hers was the voice that made the last decision,\nand hers the hands for which the most critical of the household tasks\nwere reserved. Always conscious of the vacant place in their circle,\nand always aware of the presence of that brooding and silent figure\nupstairs, she was nevertheless so happy sometimes as to think herself a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhypocrite and heartless. But long afterward Susan knew that the sense\nof dramatic fitness and abiding satisfaction is always the reward of\nuntiring and loving service.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe and Betsey read together, walked through the rain to market, and\ncame back glowing and tired, to dry their shoes and coats at the\nkitchen fire. They cooked and swept and dusted, tried the furniture in\nnew positions, sent Jimmy to the White House for a special new pattern,\nand experimented with house-dresses. Susan heard the first real\nlaughter in months ring out at the dinner-table, when she and Betsey\ndescribed their experiences with a crab, who had revived while being", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncarried home in their market-basket. Jimmy, silent, rough-headed and\nsweet, followed Susan about like an affectionate terrier, and there was\nanother laugh when Jimmy, finishing a bowl in which cake had been\nmixed, remarked fervently, \"Gosh, why do you waste time cooking it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the evening they played euchre, or hearts, or parchesi; Susan and\nPhilip struggled with chess; there were talks about the fire, and they\nall straggled upstairs at ten o'clock. Anna, appreciative and\naffectionate and brave, came home for almost every Saturday night, and\nthese were special occasions. Susan and Betsey wasted their best\nefforts upon the dinner, and filled the vases with flowers and ferns,\nand Philip brought home candy and the new magazines. It was Anna who", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I told her about to-day,\" Anna said one Saturday night, brushing her\nlong hair, \"and about Billy's walking with us to the ridge. Now, when\nyou go in tomorrow, Betsey, I wish you'd begin about Christmas. Just\nsay, 'Mother, do you realize that Christmas is a week from to-morrow?'\nand then, if you can, just go right on boldly and say, 'Mother, you\nwon't spoil it for us all by not coming downstairs?'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBetsey looked extremely nervous at this suggestion, and Susan slowly\nshook her head. She knew how hopeless the plan was. She and Betsey\nrealized even better than the absent Anna how rooted was Mrs. Carroll's\nunhappy state. Now and then, on a clear day, the mother would be heard\ngoing softly downstairs for a few moments in the garden; now and then\nat the sound of luncheon preparations downstairs she would come out to\ncall down, \"No lunch for me, thank you, girls!\" Otherwise they never", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut Christmas was very close now, and must somehow be endured.\n\n\"When are you boys going to Mill Valley for greens?\" asked Susan, on\nthe Saturday before the holiday.\n\n\"Would you?\" Philip asked slowly. But immediately he added, \"How about\nto-morrow, Jimsky?\"\n\n\"Gee, yes!\" said Jim eagerly. \"We'll trim up the house like always,\nwon't we, Betts?\"\n\n\"Just like always,\" Betts answered.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan and Betsey fussed with mince-meat and frosted cookies; Susan\naccomplished remarkably good, if rather fragile, pumpkin pies. The four\ndecorated the down-stairs rooms with ropes of fragrant green. The\nexpressman came and came and came again; Jimmy returned twice a day\nladen from the Post Office; everyone remembered the Carrolls this year.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnna and Philip and Billy came home together, at midday, on Christmas\nEve. Betsey took immediate charge of the packages they brought; she\nwould not let so much as a postal card be read too soon. Billy had\nspent many a Christmas Eve with the Carrolls; he at once began to run\nerrands and carry up logs as a matter of course.\n\nA conference was held over the turkey, lying limp in the center of the\nkitchen table. The six eyed him respectfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oughtn't this be firm?\" asked Anna, fingering a flexible breast-bone.\n\n\"No-o--\" But Susan was not very sure. \"Do you know how to stuff them,\nAnna?\"\n\n\"Look in the books,\" suggested Philip.\n\n\"We did,\" Betsey said, \"but they give chestnut and mushroom and sweet\npotato--I don't know how Mother does it!\"\n\n\"You put crumbs in a chopping bowl,\" began Susan, uncertainly, \"at\nleast, that's the way Mary Lou did--\"\n\n\"Why crumbs in a chopping bowl, crumbs are chopped already?\" William\nobserved sensibly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well--\" Susan turned suddenly to Betsey, \"Why don't you trot up and\nask, Betts?\" she suggested.\n\n\"Oh, Sue!\" Betsey's healthy color faded. \"I can't!\" She turned\nappealing eyes to Anna. Anna was looking at her thoughtfully.\n\n\"I think that would be a good thing to do,\" said Anna slowly. \"Just put\nyour head in the door and say, 'Mother, how do you stuff a turkey?'\"\n\n\"But--but--\" Betsey began. She got down from the table and went slowly\non her errand. The others did not speak while they waited for her\nreturn.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hot water, and butter, and herbs, and half an onion chopped fine!\"\nannounced Betts returning.\n\n\"Did she--did she seem to think it was odd, Betts?\"\n\n\"No, she just answered--like she would have before. She was lying down,\nand she said 'I'm glad you're going to have a turkey---'\"\n\n\"What!\" said Anna, turning white.\n\n\"Yes, she did! She said 'You're all good, brave children!'\"\n\n\"Oh, Betts, she didn't!\"\n\n\"Honest she did, Phil--\" Betsey said aggrievedly, and Anna kissed her\nbetween laughter and tears.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But this is quite the best yet!\" Susan said, contentedly, as she\nransacked the breadbox for crumbs.\n\nJust at dinner-time came a great crate of violets. \"Jo's favorites,\nfrom Stewart!\" said Anna softly, filling bowls with them. And, as if\nthe thought of Josephine had suggested it, she added to Philip in a low\ntone:\n\n\"Listen, Phil, are we going to sing to-night?\"\n\nFor from babyhood, on the eve of the feast, the Carrolls had gathered\nat the piano for the Christmas songs, before they looked at their gifts.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What do you think?\" Philip returned, troubled.\n\n\"Oh, I couldn't---\" Betts began, choking.\n\nJimmy gave them all a disgusted and astonished look.\n\n\"Gee, why not?\" he demanded. \"Jo used to love it!\"\n\n\"How about it, Sue?\" Philip asked. Susan stopped short in her work, her\nhands full of violets, and pondered.\n\n\"I think we ought to,\" she said at last.\n\n\"I do, too!\" Billy supported her unexpectedly. \"Jo'd be the first to\nsay so. And if we don't this Christmas, we never will again!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Your mother taught you to,\" Susan said, earnestly, \"and she didn't\nstop it when your father died. We'll have other breaks in the circle\nsome day, but we'll want to go right on doing it, and teaching our own\nchildren to do it!\"\n\n\"Yes, you're right,\" said Anna, \"that settles it.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNothing more was said on the subject; the girls busied themselves with\nthe dinner dishes. Phil and Billy drew the nails from the waiting\nChristmas boxes. Jim cracked nuts for the Christmas dinner. It was\nafter nine o'clock when the kitchen was in order, the breakfast table\nset, and the sitting-room made ready for the evening's excitement. Then\nSusan went to the old square piano and opened it, and Phil, in absolute\nsilence, found her the music she wanted among the long-unused sheets of\nmusic on the piano.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"If we are going to DO this,\" said Philip then, \"we mustn't break down!\"\n\n\"Nope,\" said Betts, at whom the remark seemed to be directed, with a\ngulp. Susan, whose hands were very cold, struck the opening chords, and\na moment later the young voices rose together, through the silent house.\n\n \"Adeste, fideles,\n Laeti triumphantes,\n Venite, venite in Bethlehem....\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nJosephine had always sung the little solo. Susan felt it coming, and\nshe and Betts took it together, joined on the second phrase by Anna's\nrich, deep contralto. They were all too conscious of their mother's\noverhearing to think of themselves at all. Presently the voices became\nmore natural. It was just the Carroll children singing their Christmas\nhymns, as they had sung them all their lives. One of their number was\ngone now; sorrow had stamped all the young faces with new lines, but", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe little circle was drawn all the closer for that. Phil's arm was\ntight about the little brother's shoulder, Betts and Anna were clinging\nto each other.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd as Susan reached the triumphant \"Gloria--gloria!\" a thrill shook\nher from head to foot. She had not heard a footstep, above the singing,\nbut she knew whose fingers were gripping her shoulder, she knew whose\nsweet unsteady voice was added to the younger voices.\n\nShe went on to the next song without daring to turn around;--this was\nthe little old nursery favorite,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, happy night, that brings the morn\n To shine above the child new-born!\n Oh, happy star! whose radiance sweet\n Guided the wise men's eager feet....\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand after that came \"Noel,\"--surely never sung before, Susan thought,\nas they sang it then! The piano stood away from the wall, and Susan\ncould look across it to the big, homelike, comfortable room, sweet with\nviolets now, lighted by lamp and firelight, the table cleared of its\nusual books and games, and heaped high with packages. Josephine's\npicture watched them from the mantel; \"wherever she is,\" thought Susan,\n\"she knows that we are here together singing!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!\n Oh, night divine, oh night, when Christ was born!\"\n\nThe glorious triumphant melody rose like a great rising tide of faith\nand of communion; Susan forgot where she was, forgot that there are\npain and loss in the world, and, finishing, turned about on the piano\nbench with glowing cheeks and shining eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gee, Moth', I never heard you coming down!\" said Jim delightedly, as\nthe last notes died away and the gap, his seniors had all been\ndreading, was bridged.\n\n\"I heard you,\" Betts said, radiant and clinging to her mother.\n\nMrs. Carroll was very white, and they could see her tremble.\n\n\"Surely, you're going to open your presents to-night, Nance?\"\n\n\"Not if you'd rather we shouldn't, Mother!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, but I want you to!\" Her voice had the dull, heavy quality of a\nvoice used in sleep, and her eyes clung to Anna's almost with terror.\nNo one dared speak of the miracle; Susan spoke with nervousness, but\nAnna bustled about cheerfully, getting her established in her big chair\nby the fire. Billy and Phil returned from the cellar, gasping and bent\nunder armfuls of logs. The fire flamed up, and Jimmy, with a bashful\nand deprecatory \"Gosh!\" attacked the string of the uppermost bundle.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo many packages, so beautifully tied! Such varied and wonderful gifts?\nSusan's big box from Virginia City was not for her alone, and from the\nother packages at least a dozen came to her. Betts, a wonderful\nembroidered kimono slipped on over her house dress, looked like a\nlovely, fantastic picture; and Susan must button her big, woolly\nfield-coat up to her chin and down to her knees. \"For ONCE you thought\nof a DANDY present, Billy!\" said she. This must be shown to Mother;", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Jimmy, DEAR, no more candy to-night!\" said Mother, in just the old\nvoice, and Susan's heart had barely time for a leap of joy when she\nadded:\n\n\"Oh, Anna, dear, that is LOVELY. You must tell Dr. and Mrs. Jordan that\nis exactly what you've been wanting!\"\n\n\"And what are your plans for to-morrow, girls?\" she asked, just before\nthey all went up-stairs, late in the evening.\n\n\"Sue and I to early ...\" Anna said, \"then we get back to get breakfast\nby nine, and all the others to ten o'clock.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, will you girls call me? I'll go with you, and then before the\nothers get home we can have everything done and the turkey in.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mother,\" was all that Anna said, but later she and Susan were\nalmost ready to agree with Betts' last remark that night, delivered\nfrom bed:\n\n\"I bet to-morrow's going to be the happiest Christmas we ever had!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was the beginning of happier days, for Mrs. Carroll visibly\nstruggled to overcome her sorrow now, and Susan and Betsey tried their\nbest to help her. The three took long walks, in the wet wintry weather,\ntheir hats twisting about on their heads, their skirts ballooning in\nthe gale. By the middle of March Spring was tucking little patches of\ngrass and buttercups in all the sheltered corners, the sunshine gained\nin warmth, the twilights lengthened. Fruit blossoms scented the air,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girls dragged Mrs. Carroll with them to the woods, to find the\nfirst creamy blossoms of the trillium, and scented branches of wild\nlilac. One Sunday they packed a lunch basket, and walked, boys and\ngirls and mother, up to the old cemetery, high in the hills. Three\nmiles of railroad track, twinkling in the sun, and a mile of country\nroad, brought them to the old sunken gate. Then among the grassy paths,\nunder the oaks, it was easy to find the little stone that bore\nJosephine's name.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was an April day, but far more like June. There was a wonderful\nsilence in the air that set in crystal the liquid notes of the lark,\nand carried for miles the softened click of cowbells, far up on the\nridges. Sunshine flooded buttercups and poppies on the grassy <DW72>s,\nand where there was shade, under the oaks, \"Mission bells\" and scarlet\ncolumbine and cream and lavender iris were massed together. Everywhere\nwere dazzling reaches of light, the bay far below shone blue as a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nturquoise, the marshes were threaded with silver ribbons, the sky was\nhigh and cloudless. Trains went by, with glorious rushes and puffs of\nrising, snowy smoke; even here they could hear the faint clang of the\nbell. A little flock of sheep had come up from the valley, and the soft\nlittle noises of cropping seemed only to underscore the silence.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Carroll walked home between Anna and Phil; Susan and Billy and the\nyounger two engaged in spirited conversation on ahead.\n\n\"Mother said 'Happiness comes back to us, doesn't it, Nance!'\" Anna\nreported that night. \"She said, 'We have never been happier than we\nhave to-day!'\"\n\n\"Never been so happy,\" Susan said sturdily. \"When has Philip ever been\nsuch an unmitigated comfort, or Betts so thoughtful and good?\"\n\n\"Well, we might have had that, and Jo too,\" Anna said wistfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, but one DOESN'T, Anna. That's just it!\"\n\nSusan had long before this again become a woman of business. When she\nfirst spoke of leaving the Carrolls, a violent protest had broken out\nfrom the younger members of the family. This might have been ignored,\nbut there was no refusing the sick entreaty of their mother's eyes;\nSusan knew that she was still needed, and was content to delay her\ngoing indefinitely.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It seems unfair to you, Sue,\" Anna protested. But Susan, standing at\nthe window, and looking down at the early spring flood of blossoms and\nleaves in the garden, dissented a little sadly.\n\n\"No, it's not, Nance,\" she said. \"I only wish I could stay here\nforever. I never want to go out into the world, and meet people again--\"\n\nSusan finished with a retrospective shudder.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think coming to you when I did saved my reason,\" she said presently,\n\"and I'm in no hurry to go again. No, it would be different, Nance, if\nI had a regular trade or profession. But I haven't and, even if I go to\nNew York, I don't want to go until after hot weather. Twenty-six,\"\nSusan went on, gravely, \"and just beginning! Suppose somebody had cared\nenough to teach me something ten years ago!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Your aunt thought you would marry, and you WILL marry, Sue!\" Anna\nsaid, coming to put her arm about her, and lay her cheek against\nSusan's.\n\n\"Ah, well!\" Susan said presently with a sigh, \"I suppose that if I had\na sixteen-year-old daughter this minute I'd tell her that Mother wanted\nher to be a happy girl at home; she'd be married one of these days, and\nfind enough to do!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was only a few days after this talk that one Orville Billings,\nthe dyspeptic and middle-aged owner and editor of the \"Sausalito Weekly\nDemocrat\" offered her a position upon his editorial staff, at a salary\nof eight dollars a week. Susan promptly accepted, calmly confident that\nshe could do the work, and quite justified in her confidence. For six\nmornings a week she sat in the dingy little office on the water-front,\nreading proof and answering telephone calls, re-writing contributions", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand clipping exchanges. In the afternoons she was free to attend\nweddings, club-meetings or funerals, or she might balance books or send\nout bills, word advertisements, compose notices of birth and death, or\neven brew Mr. Billings a comforting cup of soup or cocoa over the\ngas-jet. Susan usually began the day by sweeping out the office.\nSometimes Betsey brought down her lunch and they picnicked together.\nThere was always a free afternoon or two in the week.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn the whole, it was a good position, and Susan enjoyed her work,\nenjoyed her leisure, enormously enjoyed the taste of life.\n\n\"For years I had a good home, and a good position, and good friends and\nwas unhappy,\" she said to Billy. \"Now I've got exactly the same things\nand I'm so happy I can scarcely sleep at night. Happiness is merely a\nhabit.\"\n\n\"No, no,\" he protested, \"the Carrolls are the most extraordinary people\nin the world, Sue. And then, anyway, you're different--you've learned.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I've learned this,\" she said, \"There's a great deal more\nhappiness, everywhere, than one imagines. Every baby brings whole tons\nof it, and roast chickens and apple-pies and new lamps and husbands\ncoming home at night are making people happy all the time! People are\ncelebrating birthdays and moving into bigger houses, and having their\nmarried daughters home for visits, right straight along. But when you\npass a dark lower flat on a dirty street, somehow it doesn't occur to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, Sue, unhappiness is bad enough, when there's a reason for it,\"\nWilliam said, \"but when you've taken your philanthropy course, I wish\nyou'd come out and demonstrate to the women at the Works that the only\nthing that keeps them from being happy and prosperous is not having the\nsense to know that they are!\"\n\n\"I? What could I ever teach anyone!\" laughed Susan Brown.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nYet she was changing and learning, as she presently had reason to see.\nIt was on a hot Saturday in July that Susan, leaving the office at two\no'clock, met the lovely Mrs. John Furlong on the shore road. Even more\ngracious and charming than she had been as Isabel Wallace, the young\nmatron quite took possession of Susan. Where had Susan been hiding--and\nhow wonderfully well she was looking--and why hadn't she come to see\nIsabel's new house?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Be a darling!\" said Mrs. Furlong, \"and come along home with me now!\nJack is going to bring Sherwin Perry home to dinner with him, and I\ntruly, truly need a girl! Run up and change your dress if you want to,\nwhile I'm making my call, and meet me on the four o'clock train!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan hesitated, filled with unreasoning dread of a plunge back into\nthe old atmosphere, but in the end she did go up to change her\ndress,--rejoicing that the new blue linen was finished, and did join\nIsabel at the train, filled with an absurd regret at having to miss a\nweek-end at home, and Anna.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIsabel, very lovely in a remarkable gown and hat, chatted cheerfully\nall the way home, and led the guest to quite the smartest of the\nmotor-cars that were waiting at the San Rafael station. Susan was\namazed--a little saddened--to find that the beautiful gowns and\nbeautiful women and lovely homes had lost their appeal; to find herself\nanalyzing even Isabel's happy chatter with a dispassionate, quiet\nunbelief.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe new home proved to be very lovely; a harmonious mixture of all the\nsorts of doors and windows, porches and roofs that the young owners\nfancied. Isabel, trailing her frothy laces across the cool deep\nhallway, had some pretty, matronly questions to ask of her butler,\nbefore she could feel free for her guest. Had Mrs. Wallace\ntelephoned--had the man fixed the mirror in Mr. Furlong's bathroom--had\nthe wine come?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I have no housekeeper,\" said Isabel, as they went upstairs, \"and I\nsha'n't have one. I think I owe it to myself, and to the maids, Sue, to\ntake that responsibility entirely!\" Susan recognized the unchanged\nsweetness and dutifulness that had marked the old Isabel, who could\nwith perfect simplicity and reason seem to make a virtue of whatever\nshe did.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey went into the sitting-room adjoining the young mistress' bedroom,\nan airy exquisite apartment all colonial white and gay flowered\nhangings, with French windows, near which the girls settled themselves\nfor tea.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Nothing's new with me,\" Susan said, in answer to Isabel's smiling\ninquiry. What could she say to hold the interest of this radiant young\nprincess? Isabel accordingly gave her own news, some glimpses of her\nEuropean wedding journey, some happy descriptions of wedding gifts. The\nSaunders were abroad, she told Susan, Ella and Emily and their mother\nwith Kenneth, at a German cure. \"And Mary Peacock--did you know her? is\nwith them,\" said Isabel. \"I think that's an engagement!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Doesn't that seem horrible? You know he's incurable--\" Susan said,\nslowly stirring her cup. But she instantly perceived that the comment\nwas not acceptable to young Mrs. Furlong. After all, thought Susan,\nSociety is a very jealous institution, and Isabel was of its inner\ncircle.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, I think that was all very much exaggerated!\" Isabel said lightly,\npleasantly. \"At least, Sue,\" she added kindly, \"you and I are not fair\njudges of it!\" And after a moment's silence, for Susan kept a passing\nsensation of irritation admirably concealed, she added, \"--But I didn't\nshow you my pearls!\"\n\nA maid presently brought them, a perfect string, which Susan slipped\nthrough her fingers with real delight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Woman, they're the size of robins' eggs!\" she said. Isabel was all\nsweet gaiety again. She touched the lovely chain tenderly, while she\ntold of Jack's promise to give her her choice of pearls or a motor-car\nfor her birthday, and of his giving her both! She presently called the\nmaid again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Pauline, put these back, will you, please?\" asked Isabel, smilingly.\nWhen the maid was gone she added, \"I always trust the maids that way!\nThey love to handle my pretty things,--and who can blame them?--and I\nlet them whenever I can!\"\n\nThey were still lingering over tea when Isabel heard her husband in the\nadjoining room, and went in, closing the door after her, to welcome him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He's all dirty from tennis,\" said the young wife, coming back and\nresuming her deep chair, with a smile, \"and cross because I didn't go\nand pick him up at the courts!\"\n\n\"Oh, that was my fault!\" Susan exclaimed, remembering that Isabel could\nnot always be right, unless innocent persons would sometimes agree to\nbe wrong. Mrs. Furlong smiled composedly, a lovely vision in her loose\nlacy robe.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Never mind, he'll get over it!\" she said and, accompanying Susan to\none of the handsome guest-rooms, she added confidentially, \"My dear,\nwhen a man's first married, ANYTHING that keeps him from his wife makes\nhim cross! It's no more your fault than mine!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSherwin Perry, the fourth at dinner, was a rosy, clean-shaven, stupid\nyouth, who seemed absorbed in his food, and whose occasional violent\nlaughter, provoked by his host's criticism of different tennis-players,\nturned his big ears red. John Furlong told Susan a great deal of his\nnew yacht, rattling off technical terms with simple pride, and quoting\nat length one of the men at the ship-builders' yard.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gosh, he certainly is a marvelous fellow,--Haley is,\" said John,\nadmiringly. \"I wish you could hear him talk! He knows everything!\"\n\nIsabel was deeply absorbed in her new delightful responsibilities as\nmistress of the house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Excuse me just a moment, Susan----Jack, the stuff for the library\ncurtains came, and I don't think it's the same,\" said Isabel or, \"Jack,\ndear, I accepted for the Gregorys',\" or \"The Wilsons didn't get their\ncard after all, Jack. Helen told Mama so!\" All these matters were\ndiscussed at length between husband and wife, Susan occasionally\nagreeing or sympathizing. Lake Tahoe, where the Furlongs expected to go\nin a day or two, was also a good deal considered.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We ought to sit out-of-doors this lovely night,\" said Isabel, after\ndinner. But conversation languished, and they began a game of bridge.\nThis continued for perhaps an hour, then the men began bidding madly,\nand doubling and redoubling, and Isabel good-naturedly terminated the\ngame, and carried her guest upstairs with her.\n\nHere, in Susan's room, they had a talk, Isabel advisory and interested,\nSusan instinctively warding off sympathy and concern.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue,--you won't be angry?\" said Isabel, affectionately \"but I do so\nhate to see you drifting, and want to have you as happy as I am! Is\nthere somebody?\"\n\n\"Not unless you count the proprietor of the 'Democrat,'\" Susan laughed.\n\n\"It's no laughing matter, Sue---\" Isabel began, seriously. But Susan,\nlaying a quick hand upon her arm, said smilingly:\n\n\"Isabel! Isabel! What do you, of all women, know about the problems and\nthe drawbacks of a life like mine?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, I do feel this, Sue,\" Isabel said, just a little ruffled, but\nsmiling, too, \"I've had money since I was born, I admit. But money has\nnever made any real difference with me. I would have dressed more\nplainly, perhaps, as a working woman, but I would always have had\neverything dainty and fresh, and Father says that I really have a man's\nmind; that I would have climbed right to the top in any position! So\ndon't talk as if I didn't know ANYTHING!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently she heard Jack's step, and ran off to her own room. But she\nwas back again in a few moments. Jack had just come up to find some\ncigars, it appeared. Jack was such a goose!\n\n\"He's a dear,\" said Susan. Isabel agreed. \"Jack was wonderful,\" she\nsaid. Had Susan noticed him with older people? And with babies----\n\n\"That's all we need, now,\" said the happy Isabel.\n\n\"Babies are darling,\" agreed Susan, feeling elderly and unmarried.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, and when you're married,\" Isabel said dreamily, \"they seem so--so\nsacred--but you'll see yourself, some day, I hope. Hark!\"\n\nAnd she was gone again, only to come back. It was as if Isabel gained\nfresh pleasure in her new estate by seeing it afresh through Susan's\neyes. She had the longing of the bride to give her less-experienced\nfriend just a glimpse of the new, delicious relationship.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLeft alone at last, Susan settled herself luxuriously in bed, a heap of\nnew books beside her, soft pillows under her head, a great light\nburning over her shoulder, and the fragrance of the summer night\nstealing in through the wide-opened windows. She gave a great sigh of\nrelief, wondered, between desultory reading, at how early an hour she\ncould decently excuse herself in the morning.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I SUPPOSE that, if I fell heir to a million, I might build a house\nlike this, and think that a string of pearls was worth buying,\" said\nSusan to herself, \"but I don't believe I would!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIsabel would not let her hurry away in the morning; it was too pleasant\nto have so gracious and interested a guest, so sympathetic a witness to\nher own happiness. She and Susan lounged through the long morning,\nSusan admired the breakfast service, admired the rugs, admired her\nhost's character. Nothing really interested Isabel, despite her polite\nquestions and assents, but Isabel's possessions, Isabel's husband,\nIsabel's genius for housekeeping and entertaining. The gentlemen", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nappeared at noon, and the four went to the near-by hotel for luncheon,\nand here Susan saw Peter Coleman again, very handsome and gay, in white\nflannels, and very much inclined toward the old relationship with her.\nPeter begged them to spend the afternoon with him, trying the new\nmotor-car, and Isabel was charmed to agree. Susan agreed too, after a\nhesitation she did not really understand in herself. What pleasanter\nprospect could anyone have?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhile they were loitering over their luncheon, in the shaded,\ndelightful coolness of the lunch-room, suddenly Dolly Ripley,\nover-dressed, gay and talkative as always, came up to their table.\n\nShe greeted the others negligently, but showed a certain enthusiasm for\nSusan.\n\n\"Hello, Isabel,\" said Dolly, \"I saw you all come in--'he seen that a\nmother and child was there!'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis last was the special phrase of the moment. Susan had heard it\nforty times within the past twenty-four hours, and was at no pains to\nreconcile it to this particular conversation.\n\n\"But you, you villain--where've you been?\" pursued Dolly, to Susan,\n\"why don't you come down and spend a week with me? Do you see anything\nof our dear friend Emily in these days?\"\n\n\"Emily's abroad,\" said Susan, and Peter added:\n\n\"With Ella and Mary Peacock--'he seen that a mother and child was\nthere!'\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, you devil!\" said Dolly, laughing. \"But honestly,\" she added gaily\nto Susan, \"'how you could put up with Em Saunders as long as you did\nwas a mystery to ME! It's a lucky thing you're not like me, Susan van\nDusen, people all tell me I'm more like a boy than a girl,--when I\nthink a thing I'm going to SAY it or bust! Now, listen, you're coming\ndown to me for a week---\"\n\nSusan left the invitation open, to Isabel's concern.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Of course, as you say, you have a position, Sue,\" said Isabel, when\nthey were spinning over the country roads, in Peter's car, \"but, my\ndear, Dolly Ripley and Con Fox don't speak now,--Connie's going on the\nstage, they say!---\"\n\n\"'A mother and child will be there', all right!\" said John Furlong,\nleaning back from the front seat. Isabel laughed, but went on seriously,\n\n\"---and Dolly really wants someone to stay with her, Sue, and think\nwhat a splendid thing that would be!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan answered absently. They had taken the Sausalito road, to get the\ncool air from the bay, and it flashed across her that if she COULD\npersuade them to drop her at the foot of the hill, she could be at home\nin five minutes,--back in the dear familiar garden, with Anna and Phil\nlazily debating the attractions of a walk and a row, and Betsey\ncompounding weak, cold, too-sweet lemonade. Suddenly the only important\nthing in the world seemed to be her escape.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere they were, just as she had pictured them; Mrs. Carroll,\ngray-haired, dignified in her lacy light black, was in a deep chair on\nthe lawn, reading aloud from the paper; Betsey, sitting at her feet,\ntwisted and folded the silky ears of the setter; Anna was lying in a\nhammock, lazily watching her mother, and Billy Oliver had joined the\nboys, sprawling comfortably on the grass.\n\nA chorus of welcome greeted Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThese were serene and sweet days for them all, and if sometimes the old\nsorrow returned for awhile, and there were still bitter longing and\ngrieving for Josephine, there were days, too, when even the mother\nadmitted to herself that some new tender element had crept into their\nlove for each other since the little sister's going, the invisible\npresence was the closest and strongest of the ties that bound them all.\nHappiness came back, planning and dreaming began again. Susan teased", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnna and Betsey into wearing white again, when the hot weather came,\nBilly urged the first of the walks to the beach without Jo, and Anna\nherself it was who began to extend the old informal invitations to the\nnearest friends and neighbors for the tea-hour on Saturday. Susan was\nto have her vacation in August; Billy was to have at least a week; Anna\nhad been promised the fortnight of Susan's freedom, and Jimmy and\nBetsey could hardly wait for the camping trip they planned to take all", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOne August afternoon Susan, arriving home from the office at one\no'clock, found Mrs. Carroll waiting to ask her a favor.\n\n\"Sue, dear, I'm right in the middle of my baking,\" Mrs. Carroll said,\nwhen Susan was eating a late lunch from the end of the kitchen table,\n\"and here's a special delivery letter for Billy, and Billy's not coming\nover here to-night! Phil's taking Jimmy and Betts to the circus--they\nhadn't been gone five minutes when this thing came!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why a special delivery--and why here--and what is it?\" asked Susan,\nwiping buttery fingers carefully before she took the big envelope in\nher hands. \"It's from Edward Dean,\" she said, examining it with\nunaffected interest. \"Oh, I know what this is--it's about that\nblue-print business!\" Susan finished, enlightened. \"Probably Mr. Dean\ndidn't have Billy's new address, but wanted him to have these to work\non, on Sunday.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It feels as if something bulky was in there,\" Mrs. Carroll said. \"I\nwish we could get him by telephone! As bad luck would have it, he's a\ngood deal worried about the situation at the works, and told me he\ncouldn't possibly leave the men this week. What ARE the blue-prints?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, it's some little patent of Billy's,--a deep-petticoat,\ndouble-groove porcelain insulator, if that means anyone to anyone!\"\nlaughed Susan. \"He's been raving about it for weeks! And he and Mr.\nDean have to rush the patent, because they've been using these things\nfor some time, and they have to patent them before they've been used a\nyear, it seems!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I was just thinking, Sue, that, if you didn't mind crossing to the\ncity with them, you could put on a special-delivery stamp and then\nBilly would have them to-night. Otherwise, they won't leave here until\ntomorrow morning.\"\n\n\"Why, of course, that'll do!\" Susan said willingly. \"I can catch the\ntwo-ten. Or better yet, Aunt Jo, I'll take them right out there and\ndeliver them myself.\"\n\n\"Oh, dearie, no! Not if there's any ugliness among the men, not if they\nare talking of a strike!\" the older woman protested.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, they're always striking,\" Susan said easily. \"And if I can't get\nhim to bring me back,\" she added, \"don't worry, for I may go stay with\nGeorgie overnight, and come back with Bill in the morning!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was not sorry to have an errand on this exquisite afternoon. The\nwater of the bay was as smooth as blue glass, gulls were flashing and\ndipping in the steamer's wake. Sailboats, waiting for the breeze,\ndrifted idly toward the Golden Gate; there was not a cloud in the blue\narch of the sky. The little McDowell whistled for her dock at Alcatraz.\nOn the prison island men were breaking stone with a metallic\nclink--clink--clink.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan found the ferry-place in San Francisco hot and deserted; the tar\npavements were softened under-foot; gongs and bells of cars made a\nraucous clamor. She was glad to establish herself on the front seat of\na Mission Street car and leave the crowded water-front behind her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey moved along through congested traffic, past the big docks, and\nturned in between the great ware-houses that line Mission Street. The\nhot streets were odorous of leather and machine-oils, ropes and coffee.\nOver the door of what had been Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's hung a new\nbright sign, \"Hunter, Hunter & Brauer.\" Susan caught a glimpse, through\nthe plaster ornamentation of the facade, of old Front Office, which\nseemed to be full of brightly nickeled samples now, and gave back a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bathroom fixtures,\" thought Susan. \"He always wanted to carry them!\"\nWhat a long two years since she had known or cared what pleased or\ndispleased Mr. Brauer!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe car clanged out of the warehouse district, past cheap flats and\ncheap shops, and saloons, and second-hand stores, boiling over, at\ntheir dark doorways, with stoves and rocking-chairs, lamps and china\nware. This neighborhood was sordid enough, but crowded, happy and full\nof life. Now the road ran through less populous streets; houses stood\nat curious angles, and were unpainted, or painted in unusual colors.\nGreat ware-houses and factories shadowed little clusters of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nworkingmen's homes; here and there were country-like strips of brown\npalings with dusty mallow bushes spraying about them, or a lean cow\ngrazing near a bare little wooden farmhouse. Dumps, diffusing a dry and\ndreadful odor, blighted the prospect with their pyramids of cans and\nbroken umbrellas; little grocery stores, each with its wide unrailed\nporch, country fashion, and its bar accessible through the shop, or by\na side entrance, often marked the corners on otherwise vacant blocks.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan got off the car in the very shadow of the \"works,\" and stood for\na moment looking at the great foundries, the dark and dirty yards, with\ntheir interlacing tracks and loaded cars, the enormous brick buildings\nset with rows and rows of blank and dusty windows, the brick chimneys\nand the black pipes of the blast-furnaces, the heaps of twisted old\niron and of ashes, the blowing dust and glare of the hot summer day.\nShe had been here with Billy before, had peeped into the furnace rooms,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNow she turned and walked toward the rows of workingmen's cottages that\nhad been built, solidly massed, nearby. Presenting an unbroken,\ntwo-story facade, the long buildings were divided into tiny houses that\nhad each two flat-faced windows upstairs, and a door and one window\ndownstairs. The seven or eight long buildings might have been as many\ngigantic German toys, dotted with apertures by some accurate brush, and\nfinished with several hundred flights of wooden steps and several", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhundred brick chimneys. Ugly when they first were built, they were even\nuglier now, for the exterior was of some shallow plaster that chipped\nand cracked and stained and in nearly every dooryard dirt and disorder\nadded a last touch to the unlovely whole.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nChildren swarmed everywhere this afternoon; heavy, dirty-faced babies\nsat in the doorways, women talked and laughed over the low dividing\nfences. Gates hung awry, and baby carriages and garbage tins obstructed\nthe bare, trampled spaces that might have been little gardens.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nUp and down the straight narrow streets, and loitering everywhere, were\nidle, restless men. A few were amusing babies, or joining in the idle\nchatter of the women, but for the most part they were silent, or\ntalking in low tones among themselves.\n\n\"Strikers!\" Susan said to herself, with a thrill.\n\nOver the whole curious, exotic scene the late summer sunshine streamed\ngenerously; the street was hot, the talking women fanned themselves\nwith their aprons.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan, walking slowly alone, found herself attracting a good deal of\nattention, and was amazed to find that it frightened her a little. She\nwas conspicuously a newcomer, and could not but overhear the comments\nthat some of the watching young men made as she went by.\n\n\"Say, what's that song about 'I'd leave my happy home for you,' Bert?\"\nshe heard them say. \"Don't ask me! I'm expecting my gurl any minute!\"\nand \"Pretty good year for peaches, I hear!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan had to pretend that she did not hear, but she heartily wished\nherself back on the car. However, there was nothing to do but walk\nsenselessly on, or stop and ask her way. She began to look furtively\nabout for a friendly face, and finally stopped beside a dooryard where\na slim pretty young woman was sitting with a young baby in her arms.\n\n\"Excuse me,\" said Susan, \"but do you know where Mr. William Oliver\nlives, now?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe girl studied her quietly for a minute, with a closed, composed\nmouth. Then she said evenly:\n\n\"Joe!\"\n\n\"Huh?\" said a tall young man, lathered for shaving, who came at once to\nthe door.\n\n\"I'm trying to find Mr. Oliver--William Oliver,\" Susan said smiling.\n\"I'm a sort of cousin of his, and I have a special delivery letter for\nhim.\"\n\nJoe, who had been rapidly removing the lather from his face with a\ntowel, took the letter and, looking at it, gravely conceded:", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, maybe that's right, too! Sure you can see him. We're haying a\nconference up at the office tonight,\" he explained, \"and I have to\nclean up or I'd take you to him myself! Maybe you'd do it, Lizzie?\" he\nsuggested to his wife, who was all friendliness to Susan now, and\nshowed even a hint of respect in her friendliness.\n\n\"Well, I could nurse him later, Joe,\" she agreed willingly, in\nreference to the baby, \"or maybe Mama--Mama!\" she interrupted herself\nto call.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAn immense, gray-haired old woman, who had been an interested auditor\nof this little conversation, got up from the steps of the next house,\nand came to the fence. Susan liked Ellan Cudahy at first sight, and\nsmiled at her as she explained her quest.\n\n\"And you're Mr. Oliver's sister, I c'n see that,\" said Mrs. Cudahy\nshrewdly.\n\n\"No, I'm not!\" Susan smiled. \"My name is Brown. But Mr. Oliver was a\nsort of ward of my aunt's, and so we call ourselves cousins.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, of course ye wud,\" agreed Mrs. Cudahy. \"Wait till I pin on me\nhat wanst, and I'll take you up to the Hall. He's at the Hall, Joe, I\ndunno?\" she asked.\n\nJoseph assenting, they set out for the Hall, under a fire of curious\neyes.\n\n\"Joe's cleaning up for the conference,\" said Mrs. Cudahy. \"There's a\ncommittee going to meet tonight. The old man-that's Carpenter, the boss\nof the works, will be there, and some of the others.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan nodded intelligently, but Saturday evening seemed to her a\ncurious time to select for a conference. They walked along in silence,\nMrs. Cudahy giving a brief yet kindly greeting to almost every man they\nmet.\n\n\"Hello, Dan, hello, Gene; how are ye, Jim?\" said she, and one young\ngiant, shouldering his scowling way home, she stopped with a fat\nimperative hand. \"How's it going, Jarge?\"\n\n\"It's going rotten,\" said George, sullenly evading her eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,--don't run by me that way--stand still!\" said the old woman.\n\"What d'ye mean by rotten?\"\n\n\"Aw, I mean rotten!\" said George ungraciously. \"D'ye know what the old\nman is going to do now? He says that he'll give Billy just two or three\ndays more to settle this damn thing, and then he'll wire east and get a\ncarload of men right straight through from Philadelphia. He said so to\nyoung Newman, and Frank Harris was in the room, and heard him. He says\nthey're picked out, and all ready to come!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And what does Mr. Oliver say?\" asked Mrs. Cudahy, whose face had grown\ndark.\n\n\"I don't know! I went up to the Hall, but at the first word he says,\n'For God's sake, George--None of that here! They'll mob the old man if\nthey hear it!' They was all crowding about him, so I quit.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well,\" said Mrs. Cudahy, considering, \"there's to be a conference at\nsix-thirty, but befoor that, Mr. Oliver and Clem and Rassette and\nWeidermeyer are going to meet t'gether in Mr. Oliver's room at\nRassette's house. Ye c'n see them there.\"\n\n\"Well, maybe I will,\" said George, softening, as he left them.\n\n\"What's the conference about?\" asked Susan pleasantly.\n\n\"What's the--don't tell me ye don't know THAT!\" Mrs. Cudahy said, eying\nher shrewdly.\n\n\"I knew there was a strike---\" Susan began ashamedly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sure, there's a strike,\" Mrs. Cudahy agreed, with quiet grimness, and\nunder her breath she added heavily, \"Sure there is!\"\n\n\"And are Mr. Oliver's--are the men out?\" Susan asked.\n\n\"There's nine hundred men out,\" Mrs. Cudahy told her, coldly.\n\n\"Nine hundred!\" Susan stopped short. \"But Billy's not responsible for\nall that!\" she added, presently.\n\n\"I don't know who is, then,\" Mrs. Cudahy admitted grimly.\n\n\"But--but he never had more than thirty or forty men under him in his\nlife!\" Susan said eagerly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh? Well, maybe he doesn't know anything about it, thin!\" Mrs. Cudahy\nagreed with magnificent contempt.\n\nBut her scorn was wasted upon another Irishwoman. Susan stared at her\nfor a moment, then the dimples came into view, and she burst into her\ninfectious laughter.\n\n\"Aren't you ashamed to be so mean!\" laughed Susan. \"Won't you tell me\nabout it?\"\n\nMrs. Cudahy laughed too, a little out of countenance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I misdoubt me you're a very bad lot!\" said she, in high good humor,\n\"but 'tis no joke for the boys,\" she went on, sobering quickly. \"They\nwint on strike a week ago. Mr. Oliver presided at a meeting two weeks\ncome Friday night, and the next day the boys went out!\"\n\n\"What for?\" asked Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"For pay, and for hours,\" the older woman said. \"They want regular pay\nfor overtime, wanst-and-a-half regular rates. And they want the\nChinymen to go,--sure, they come in on every steamer,\" said Mrs. Cudahy\nindignantly, \"and they'll work twelve hours for two bits! Bether\nhours,\" she went on, checking off the requirements on fat, square\nfingers, \"overtime pay, no Chinymen, and--and--oh, yes, a risin' scale\nof wages, if you know what that is? And last, they want the union\nrecognized!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's not much!\" Susan said generously. \"Will they get it?\"\n\n\"The old man is taking his time,\" Mrs. Cudahy's lips shut in a worried\nline. \"There's no reason they shouldn't,\" she resumed presently, \"We're\nthe only open shop in this part of the world, now. The big works has\nacknowledged the union, and there's no reason why this wan shouldn't!\"\n\n\"And Billy, is he the one they talk to, the Carpenters I mean--the\nauthorities?\" asked Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They wouldn't touch Mr. William Oliver wid a ten-foot pole,\" said Mrs.\nCudahy proudly. \"Not they! Half this fuss is because they want to get\nrid of him--they want him out of the way, d'ye see? No, he talks to the\ncommittee, and thin they meet with the committee. My husband's on it,\nand Lizzie's Joe goes along to report what they do.\"\n\n\"But Billy has a little preliminary conference in his room first?\"\nSusan asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He does,\" the other assented, with a chuckle. \"He'll tell thim what to\nsay! He's as smart as old Carpenter himself!\" said Mrs. Cudahy, \"he's\nprisidint of the local; Clem says he'd ought to be King!\" And Susan was\namazed to notice that the strong old mouth was trembling with emotion,\nand the fine old eyes dimmed with tears. \"The crowd av thim wud lay\ndown their lives for him, so they would!\" said Mrs. Cudahy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And--and is there much suffering yet?\" Susan asked a little timidly.\nThis cheery, sun-bathed scene was not quite her idea of a labor strike.\n\n\"Well, some's always in debt and trouble annyway,\" Mrs. Cudahy said,\ntemperately, \"and of course 'tis the worse for thim now!\"\n\nShe led Susan across an unpaved, deeply rutted street, and opened a\nstairway door, next to a saloon entrance.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was glad to have company on the bare and gloomy stairs they\nmounted. Mrs. Cudahy opened a double-door at the top, and they looked\ninto the large smoke-filled room that was the \"Hall.\"\n\nIt was a desolate and uninviting room, with spirals of dirty, \ntissue-paper wound about the gas-fixtures, sunshine streaming through\nthe dirty, specked windows, chairs piled on chairs against the long\nwalls, and cuspidors set at regular intervals along the floor. There\nwas a shabby table set at a platform at one end.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAbout this table was a group of men, talking eagerly and noisily to\nBilly Oliver, who stood at the table looking abstractedly at various\nletters and papers.\n\nAt the entrance of the women, the talk died away. Mrs. Cudahy was\ngreeted with somewhat sheepish warmth; the vision of an extremely\npretty girl in Mrs. Cudahy's care seemed to affect these vociferous\nlaborers profoundly. They began confused farewells, and melted away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All right, old man, so long!\" \"I'll see you later, Oliver,\" \"That was\nabout all, Billy, I must be getting along,\" \"Good-night, Billy, you\nknow where I am if you want me!\" \"I'll see you later,--good-night, sir!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hello, Mrs. Cudahy--hello, Susan!\" said Billy, discovering them with\nthe obvious pleasure a man feels when unexpectedly confronted by his\nwomenkind. \"I think you were a peach to do that, Sue!\" he said\ngratefully, when the special delivery letter had been read. \"Now I can\nget right at it, to-morrow!--Say, wait a minute, Clem---\"\n\nHe caught by the arm an old man,--larger, more grizzled, even more blue\nof eye than was Susan's new friend, his wife,--and presented her to Mr.\nCudahy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"---My adopted sister, Clem! Sue, he's about as good as they come!\"\n\n\"Sister, is it?\" asked Mrs. Cudahy, \"Whin I last heard it was cousin!\nWhat do you know about that, Clem?\"\n\n\"Well, that gives you a choice!\" said Susan, laughing.\n\n\"Then I'll take the Irishman's choice, and have something different\nentirely!\" the old woman said, in great good spirits, as they all went\ndown the stairs.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll take me own gir'rl home, and give you two a chanst,\" said Clem,\nin the street. \"That'll suit you, Wil'lum, I dunno?\"\n\n\"You didn't ask if it would suit ME,\" sparkled Susan Brown.\n\n\"Well, that's so!\" he said delightedly, stopping short to scratch his\nhead, and giving her a rueful smile. \"Sure, I'm that popular that there\nnever was a divvle like me at all!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You get out, and leave my girl alone!\" said William, with a shove. And\nhis tired face brightened wonderfully, as he slipped his hand under\nSusan's arm.\n\n\"Now, Sue,\" he said contentedly, \"we'll go straight to Rassette's--but\nwait a minute--I've got to telephone!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan stood alone on the corner, quite as a matter of course, while he\ndashed into a saloon. In a moment he was back, introducing her to a\nweak-looking, handsome young man, who, after a few wistful glances back\ntoward the swinging door, walked away with them, and was presently left\nin the care of a busily cooking little wife and a fat baby. Billy was\nstopped and addressed on all sides. Susan found it pleasantly exciting\nto be in his company, and his pleasure in showing her this familiar", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Everything's rotten and upset now,\" said Billy, delighted with her\nfriendly interest and sympathy. \"You ought to see these people when\nthey aren't on strike! Now, let's see, it's five thirty. I'll tell you,\nSue, if you'll miss the seven-five boat, I'll just wait here until we\nget the news from the conference, then I'll blow you to Zink's best\ndinner, and take you home on the ten-seventeen.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Bill, forget me!\" she said, concerned for his obvious fatigue, for\nhis face was grimed with perspiration and very pale. \"I feel like a\nfool to have come in on you when you're so busy and so distressed!\nAnything will be all right---\"\n\n\"Sue, I wouldn't have had you miss this for a million, if you can only\nget along, somehow!\" he said eagerly. \"Some other time---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Billy, DON'T bother about me!\" Susan dismissed herself with an\nimpatient little jerk of her head. \"Does this new thing worry you?\" she\nasked.\n\n\"What new thing?\" he asked sharply.\n\n\"Why, this--this plan of Mr. Carpenter's to bring a train-load of men\non from Philadelphia,\" said Susan, half-proud and half-frightened.\n\n\"Who said so?\" he demanded abruptly.\n\n\"Why, I don't know his name, Billy--yes I do, too! Mrs. Cudahy called\nhim Jarge---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"George Weston, that was!\" Billy's eyes gleamed. \"What else did he say?\"\n\n\"He said a man named Edward Harris---\" \"Sure it wasn't Frank Harris?\"\n\"Frank Harris--that was it! He said Harris overheard him--or heard him\nsay so!\"\n\n\"Harris didn't hear anything that the old man didn't mean to have him\nhear,\" said Billy grimly. \"But that only makes it the more probably\ntrue! Lord, Lord, I wonder where I can get hold of Weston!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He's going to be at that conference, at half-past five,\" Susan assured\nhim. He gave her an amused look.\n\n\"Aren't you the little Foxy-Quiller!\" he said. \"Gosh, I do love to have\nyou out here, Sue!\" he added, grinning like a happy small boy. \"This is\nRassette's, where I'm staying,\" he said, stopping before the very\nprettiest and gayest of little gardens. \"Come in and meet Mrs.\nRassette.\"\n\nSusan went in to meet the blonde, pretty, neatly aproned little lady of\nthe house.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The boys already are upstairs, Mr. Oliver,\" said Mrs. Rassette, and as\nBilly went up the little stairway with flying leaps, she led Susan into\nher clean little parlor. Susan noticed a rug whose design was an\nimmense brown dog, a lamp with a green, rose-wreathed shade, a carved\nwooden clock, a little mahogany table beautifully inlaid with white\nholly, an enormous pair of mounted antlers, and a large concertina,\nornamented with a mosaic design in mother-of-pearl. The wooden floor", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You speak very wonderful English for a foreigner, Mrs. Rassette.\"\n\n\"I?\" The little matron showed her white teeth. \"But I was born in New\nJersey,\" she explained, \"only when I am seven my Mama sends me home to\nmy Grandma, so that I shall know our country. It is a better country\nfor the working people,\" she added, with a smile, and added\napologetically, \"I must look into my kitchen; I am afraid my boy shall\nfall out of his chair.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, let's go out!\" Susan followed her into a kitchen as spotless as\nthe rest of the house, and far more attractive. The floor was\ncream-white, the woodwork and the tables white, and immaculate blue\nsaucepans hung above an immaculate sink.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThree babies, the oldest five years old, were eating their supper in\nthe evening sunshine, and now fixed their solemn blue eyes upon the\nguest. Susan thought they were the cleanest babies she had ever seen;\nthrough their flaxen mops she could see their clean little heads, their\nplay-dresses were protected by checked gingham aprons worked in\ncross-stitch designs. Marie and Mina and Ernie were kissed in turn,\nafter their mother had wiped their rosy little faces with a damp cloth.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I am baby-mad!\" said Susan, sitting down with the baby in her lap. \"A\nstrike is pretty hard, when you have these to think of, isn't it?\" she\nasked sympathetically.\n\n\"Yes, we don't wish that we should move,\" Mrs. Rassette agreed\nplacidly, \"We have been here now four years, and next year it is our\nhope that we go to our ranch.\"\n\n\"Oh, have you a ranch?\" asked Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We are buying a little ranch, in the Santa Clara valley,\" the other\nwoman said, drawing three bubbling Saucepans forward on her shining\nlittle range. \"We have an orchard there, and there is a town nearby\nwhere Joe shall have a shop of his own. And there is a good school! But\nuntil my Marie is seven, we think we shall stay here. So I hope the\nstrike will stop. My husband can always get work in Los Angeles, but it\nis so far to move, if we must come back next year!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan watched her, serenely beginning to prepare the smallest girl for\nbed; the helpful Marie trotting to and fro with nightgowns and\nslippers. All the while the sound of men's voices had been rising and\nfalling steadily in an upstairs room. Presently they heard the scraping\nof chairs on a bare floor, and a door slammed.\n\nBilly Oliver put his head into the kitchen. He looked tired, but smiled\nwhen he saw Susan with the sleepy baby in her lap.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan kissed the baby, and walked with him to the end of the block, and\nstraight through the open door of the Cudahy cottage, and into the\nkitchen. Here they found Mrs. Cudahy, dashing through preparations for\na meal whose lavishness startled Susan. Bottles of milk and bottles of\ncream stood on the table, Susan fell to stripping ears of corn; there\nwere pop-overs in the oven; Mrs. Cudahy was frying chickens at the\nstove. Enough to feed the Carroll family, under their mother's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThere was no management here. A small, freckled and grinning boy known\nas \"Maggie's Tim\" came breathless from the grocery with a great bottle\nof fancy pickles; Billy brought up beer from the cellar; Clem Cudahy\ncut a thick slice of butter from a two-pound square, and helped it into\nthe serving-dish with a pudgy thumb. A large fruit pie and soda\ncrackers were put on the table with the main course, when they sat\ndown, hungry and talkative.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, what do you think of the Ironworks Row?\" asked Billy, at about\nseven o'clock, when the other men had gone off to the conference, and\nSusan was helping Mrs. Cudahy in the kitchen.\n\n\"Oh, I like it!\" Susan assured him, enthusiastically. \"Only,\" she added\nin a lowered tone, with a glance toward Mrs. Cudahy, who was out in the\nyard talking to Lizzie, \"only I prefer the Rassette establishment to\nany I've seen!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The Rassettes,\" he told her, significantly, \"are trained for their\nwork; she just as much as he is! Do you wonder I think it's worth while\nto educate people like that?\"\n\n\"But Billy--everyone seems so comfortable. The Cudahys, now,--why, this\ndinner was fit for a king--if it had been served a little differently!\"\n\n\"Oh, Clem's a rich man, as these men go,\" Billy said. \"He's got two\nflats he rents, and he's got stock! And they've three married sons, all\nprosperous.\"\n\n\"Well, then, why do they live here?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why wouldn't they? You think that it's far from clubs and shops and\ntheaters and libraries, but they don't care for these things. They've\nnever had time for them, they've never had time to garden, or go to\nclubs, and consequently they don't miss them. But some day, Sue,\" said\nBilly, with a darkening face, \"some day, when these people have the\nassurance that their old age is to be protected and when they have\neasier hours, and can get home in daylight, then you'll see a change in\nlaborers' houses!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And just what has a strike like this to do with that, Billy?\" said\nSusan, resting her cheek on her broom handle.\n\n\"Oh, it's organization; it's recognition of rights; it's the\nbeginning!\" he said. \"We have to stand before we can walk!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Here, don't do that!\" said Mrs. Cudahy, coming in to take away the\nbroom. \"Take her for a walk, Billy,\" said she, \"and show her the\nneighborhood.\" She laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. \"Now, don't ye\nworry about the men coming back,\" said she kindly, \"they'll be back\nfast enough, and wid good news, too!\"\n\n\"I'm going to stay overnight with Mrs. Cudahy,\" said Susan, as they\nwalked away.\n\n\"You are!\" he stopped short, in amazement.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, I am!\" Susan returned his smile with another. \"I could no more\ngo home now than after the first act of a play!\" she confessed.\n\n\"Isn't it damned interesting?\" he said, walking on.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, yes,\" she said. \"It's real at last--it's the realest thing I ever\nsaw in my life! Everything's right on the surface, and all kept within\ncertain boundaries. In other places, people come and go in your lives.\nHere, everybody's your neighbor. I like it! It could be perfect; just\nfancy if the Carrolls had one house, and you another, and I a third,\nand Phil and his wife a fourth--wouldn't it be like children playing\nhouse! And there's another thing about it, Billy,\" Susan went on", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nenthusiastically, \"it's honest! These people are really worried about\nshoes and rent and jobs--there's no money here to keep them from\nfeeling everything! Think what a farce a strike would be if every man\nin it had lots of money! People with money CAN'T get the taste of\nreally living!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Ah, well, there's a lot of sin and wretchedness here now!\" he said\nsadly. \"Women drinking--men acting like brutes! But some day, when the\nliquor traffic is regulated, and we have pension laws, and perhaps the\nsingle tax---\"\n\n\"And the Right-Reverend William Lord Oliver, R. I., in the Presidential\nChair, hooray and Glory be to God---!\" Susan began.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, you dry up, Susan,\" Billy said laughing. \"I don't care,\" he added\ncontentedly. \"I like to be at the bottom of things, shoving up. And my\nLord, if we only pull this thing off---!\"\n\n\"It's not my preconceived idea of a strike,\" Susan said, after a\nmoment's silence. \"I thought one had to throw coal, and run around the\nstreets with a shawl over one's head---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"In the east, where the labor is foreign, that's about it,\" he said,\n\"but here we have American-born laborers, asking for their rights. And\nI believe it's all coming!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But with ignorance and inefficiency on one hand, and graft and cruelty\non the other, and drink and human nature and poverty adding their\ncomplications, it seems rather a big job!\" Susan said. \"Now, look at\nthese small kids out of bed at this hour of night, Bill! And what are\nthey eating?--Boiled crabs! And notice the white stockings--I never had\na pair in my life, yet every kidlet on the block is wearing them. And\nlook upstairs there, with a bed still airing!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The wonder is that it's airing at all,\" Billy said absently. \"Is that\nthe boys coming back?\" he asked sharply.\n\n\"Now, Bill, why do you worry---?\" But Susan knew it was useless to\nscold him. They went quietly back, and sat on Mrs. Cudahy's steps, and\nwaited for news. All Ironworks Row waited. Down the street Susan could\nsee silent groups on nearly every door-step. It grew very dark; there\nwas no moon, but the sky was thickly strewn with stars.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was after ten o'clock when the committee came back. Susan knew, the\nmoment that she saw the three, moving all close together, silently and\nslowly, that they brought no good news.\n\nAs a matter of fact, they brought almost no news at all. They went into\nClem Cudahy's dining-room, and as many men and women as could crowded\nin after them. Billy sat at the head of the table.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nCarpenter, the \"old man\" himself, had stuck to his guns, Clem Cudahy\nsaid. He was the obstinate one; the younger men would have conceded\nsomething, if not everything, long ago. But the old man had said that\nhe would not be dictated to by any man alive, and if the men wanted to\nlisten to an ignorant young enthusiast---\n\n\"Three cheers for Mr. Oliver!\" said a strong young voice, at this\npoint, and the cheers were given and echoed in the street, although\nBilly frowned, and said gruffly, \"Oh, cut it out!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a long evening. Susan began to think that they would talk\nforever. But, at about eleven o'clock, the men who had been streaming\nin and out of the house began to disperse, and she and Mrs. Cudahy went\ninto the kitchen, and made a pot of coffee.\n\nSusan, sitting at the foot of the table, poured it, and seasoned it\ncarefully.\n\n\"You are going to be well cared for, Mr. Oliver,\" said Ernest Rassette,\nin his careful English.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No such luck!\" Billy said, smiling at Susan, as he emptied his cup at\na draught. \"Well! I don't know that we do any good sitting here. Things\nseem to be at a deadlock.\"\n\n\"What do they concede, Bill?\" Susan asked.\n\n\"Oh, practically everything but the recognition of the union. At least,\nCarpenter keeps saying that if this local agitation was once wiped\nout,--which is me!--then he'd talk. He doesn't love me, Sue.\"\n\n\"Damn him!\" said one of his listeners, a young man who sat with his\nhead in his hands.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's after twelve,\" Billy said, yawning. \"Me to the hay! Goodnight,\neveryone; goodnight, Sue!\"\n\n\"And annywan that cud get a man like that, and doesn't,\" said Mrs.\nCudahy when he was gone, \"must be lookin' for a saint right out av the\nlit'ny!\"\n\n\"I never heard of any girl refusing Mr. Oliver,\" Susan said demurely.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe awoke puzzled, vaguely elated. Sunshine was streaming in at the\nwindow, an odor of coffee, of bacon, of toast, drifted up from below.\nSusan had slept well. She performed the limited toilet necessitated by\na basin and pitcher, a comb somewhat beyond its prime, and a mirror too\nfull of sunlight to be flattering.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was evidently satisfactory, for Clem Cudahy told her, as she\nwent smiling into the kitchen, that she looked like a streak of\nsunlight herself. Sunlight was needed; it was a worried and anxious day\nfor them all.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan went with Lizzie to see the new Conover baby, and stopped on the\nway back to be introduced to Mrs. Jerry Nelson, who had been stretched\non her bed for eight long years. Mrs. Nelson's bright little room was\neasily accessible from the street; the alert little suffering woman was\nnever long alone.\n\n\"I have to throw good soup out, the way it spoils on me,\" said Mrs.\nNelson's daughter to Susan, \"and there's nobody round makes cake or\ncustard but what Mama gets some!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm a great one for making friends,\" the invalid assured her happily.\n\"I don't miss nothing!\"\n\n\"And after all I don't see why such a woman isn't better off than Mary\nLord,\" said Susan later to Billy, \"so much nearer the center of things!\nOf course,\" she told him that afternoon, \"I ought to go home today. But\nI'm too interested. I simply can't! What happens next?\"\n\n\"Oh, waiting,\" he said wearily. \"We have a mass meeting this afternoon.\nBut there's nothing to do but wait!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWaiting was indeed the order of the day. The whole colony waited. It\ngrew hotter and hotter; flies buzzed in and out of the open doorways,\nchildren fretted and shouted in the shade. Susan had seen no drinking\nthe night before; but now she saw more than one tragedy. The meeting at\nthree o'clock ended in a more grim determination than ever; the men\nbegan to seem ugly. Sunset brought a hundred odors of food, and\nunbearable heat.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I've got to walk some of this off,\" said Billy, restlessly, just\nbefore dark. \"Come on up and see the cabbage gardens!\"\n\nSusan pinned on her wide hat, joined him in silence, and still in\nsilence they threaded the path that led through various dooryards and\nacross vacant lots, and took a rising road toward the hills.\n\nThe stillness and soft dusk were very pleasant to Susan; she could find\na beauty in carrot-tops and beet greens, and grew quite rapturous over\na cow.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Doesn't the darling look comfortable and countryish, Bill?\"\n\nBilly interrupted his musing to give her an absent smile. They sat down\non a pile of lumber, and watched the summer moon rise gloriously over\nthe hills.\n\n\"Doesn't it seem FUNNY to you that we're right in the middle of a\nstrike, Bill?\" Susan asked childishly.\n\n\"Funny--! Oh, Lord!\"\n\n\"Well---\" Susan laughed at herself, \"I didn't mean funny! But I'll tell\nyou what I'd do in your place,\" she added thoughtfully.\n\nBilly glanced at her quickly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What YOU'D do?\" he asked curiously.\n\n\"Certainly! I've been thinking it over, as a dispassionate outsider,\"\nSusan explained calmly.\n\n\"Well, go on,\" he said, grinning indulgently.\n\n\"Well, I will,\" Susan said, firing, \"if you'll treat me seriously, and\nnot think that I say this merely because the Carrolls want you to go\ncamping with us! I was just thinking---\" Susan smiled bashfully, \"I was\nwondering why you don't go to Carpenter---\"\n\n\"He won't see me!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, you know what I mean!\" she said impatiently. \"Send your\ncommittee to him, and make him this proposition. Say that if he'll\nrecognize the union--that's the most important thing, isn't it?\"\n\n\"That's by far the most important! All the rest will follow if we get\nthat. But he's practically willing to grant all the rest, EXCEPT the\nunion. That's the whole point, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I know it is, but listen. Tell him that if he'll consent to all the\nother conditions--why,\" Susan spread open her hands with a shrug,\n\"you'll get out! Bill, you know and I know that what he hates more than\nanything or anybody is Mr. William Oliver, and he'd agree to almost ANY\nterms for the sake of having you eliminated from his future\nconsideration!\"\n\n\"I--get out?\" Billy repeated dazedly. \"Why, I AM the union!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, no you're not, Bill. Surely the principles involved are larger\nthan any one man!\" Susan said pleasantly.\n\n\"Well, well--yes--that's true!\" he agreed, after a second's silence.\n\"To a certain extent--I see what you mean!--that is true. But, Sue,\nthis is an unusual case. I organized these boys, I talked to them, and\nfor them. They couldn't hold together without me--they'll tell you so\nthemselves!\"\n\n\"But, Billy, that's not logic. Suppose you died?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, well, but by the Lord Harry I'm not going to die!\" he said\nheatedly. \"I propose to stick right here on my job, and if they get a\nbunch of scabs in here they can take the consequences! The hour of\norganized labor has come, and we'll fight the thing out along these\nlines---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Through your hat--that's the way you're talking now!\" Susan said\nscornfully. \"Don't use those worn-out phrases, Bill; don't do it! I'm\nsick of people who live by a bunch of expressions, without ever\nstopping to think whether they mean anything or not! You're too big and\ntoo smart for that, Bill! Now, here you've given the cause a splendid\npush up, you've helped these particular men! Now go somewhere else, and\nstir up more trouble. They'll find someone to carry it on, don't you", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly did not answer. He got up and walked away from her, turned, and\ncame slowly back.\n\n\"I've been here ten years,\" he said then, and at the sound of pain in\nhis voice the girl's heart began to ache for him. \"I don't believe\nthey'd stand for it,\" he added presently, with more hope. And finally,\n\"And I don't know what I'd do!\"\n\n\"Well, that oughtn't to influence you,\" Susan said bracingly.\n\n\"No, you're quite right. That's not the point,\" he agreed quickly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently she saw him lean forward in the darkness, and put his head in\nhis hands. Susan longed to put her arm about him, and draw the rough\nhead to her shoulder and comfort him.\n\nAt breakfast time the next morning, Billy walked into Mrs. Cudahy's\ndining-room, very white, very serious, determined lines drawn about his\nfirm young mouth. Susan looked at him, half-fearful, half-pitying.\n\n\"How late did you walk, Bill?\" she asked, for he had gone out again\nafter bringing her back to the house the night before.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I didn't go to bed,\" he said briefly. He sat down by the table. \"Well,\nI guess Miss Brown put her finger on the very heart of the matter,\nClem,\" said he.\n\n\"And how's that?\" asked Clem Cudahy. His wife, in the very act of\npouring the newcomer a cup of coffee, stopped with arrested arm. Susan\nexperienced a sensation of panic.\n\n\"Oh, but I didn't mean anything!\" she said eagerly. \"Don't mind what I\nsaid, Bill!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut the matter had been taken out of her hands now, and in less than an\nhour the news spread over the entire settlement. Mr. Oliver was going\nto resign!\n\nThe rest of the morning and the early afternoon went by in a confused\nrush. At three o'clock Billy, surrounded by vociferous allies, walked\nto the hall, for a stormy and exhausting meeting.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"The boys wouldn't listen to him at all at first,\" said Clem, in giving\nthe women an account of it, later. \"But eventually they listened, and\neventually he carried the day. It was all too logical to be ignored and\nturned aside, he told them. They had not been fighting for any personal\ninterest, or any one person. They had asked for this change, and that,\nand the other,--and these things they might still win. He, after all,\nhad nothing to do with the issue; as a recognized labor union they", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter that the two committees met, in old Mr. Carpenter's office, and\nBilly came home to Susan and Mrs. Cudahy, and sat for a tense hour\nplaying moodily with Lizzie's baby.\n\nThen the committee came back, almost as silently as it had come last\nnight. But this time it brought news. The strike was over.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nVery quietly, very gravely, they made it known that terms had been\nreached at last. Practically everything had been granted, on the single\ncondition that William Oliver resign from his position in the Iron\nWorks, and his presidency of the union.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly congratulated them. Susan knew that he was so emotionally shaken,\nand so tired, as to be scarcely aware of what he was doing and saying.\nMen and women began to come in and discuss the great news. There were\nsome tears; there was real grief on more than one of the hard young\nfaces.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll see all you boys again in a day or two,\" Billy said. \"I'm going\nover to Sausalito to-night,--I'm all in! We've won, and that's the main\nthing, but I want you to let me off quietly to-night,--we can go over\nthe whole thing later.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Gosh, about one cheer, and I would have broken down like a kid!\" he\nsaid to Susan, on the car. Rassette and Clem had escorted them thither;\nMrs. Cudahy and Lizzie walking soberly behind them, with Susan. Both\nwomen kissed Susan good-bye, and Susan smiled through her tears as she\nsaw the last of them.\n\n\"I'll take good care of him,\" she promised the old woman. \"He's been\noverdoing it too long!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Lord, it will be good to get away into the big woods,\" said Billy.\n\"You're quite right, I've taken the whole thing too hard!\"\n\n\"At the same time,\" said Susan, \"you'll want to get back to work,\nsooner or later, and, personally, I can't imagine anything else in life\nhalf as fascinating as work right there, among those people, or people\nlike them!\"\n\n\"Then you can see how it would cut a fellow all up to leave them?\" he\nasked wistfully.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe train went on and on and on; through woods wrapped in dripping\nmist, and fields smothered in fog. The unseasonable August afternoon\nwore slowly away. Betsey, fitting her head against the uncomfortable\nred velvet back of the seat, dozed or seemed to doze. Mrs. Carroll\nopened her magazine over and over again, shut it over and over again,\nand stared out at the landscape, eternally slipping by. William Oliver,\nseated next to Susan, was unashamedly asleep, and Susan, completing the", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey were making the six hours' trip to the big forest for a month's\nholiday, and it seemed to each one of the four that they had been in\nthe train a long, long time. In the racks above their heads were coats\nand cameras, suit-cases and summer hats, and a long cardboard box,\noriginally intended for \"Gents' medium, ribbed, white,\" but now\ncarrying fringed napkins and the remains of a luncheon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt had all been planned a hundred times, under the big lamp in the\nSausalito sitting-room. The twelve o'clock train--Farwoods Station at\nfive--an hour's ride in the stage--six o'clock. Then they would be at\nthe cabin, and another hour--say--would be spent in the simplest of\nhousewarming. A fire must be built to dry bedding after the long\nmonths, and to cook bacon and eggs, and just enough unpacking to find\nnight-wear and sheets. That must do for the first night.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But we'll sit and talk over the fire,\" Betsey would plead. \"Please,\nMother! We'll be all through dinner at eight o'clock!\"\n\nThe train however was late, nearly half-an-hour late, when they reached\nFarwoods. The stage, pleasant enough in pleasant weather, was\ndisgustingly cramped and close inside. Susan and Betsey were both young\nenough to resent the complacency with which Jimmy climbed up, with his\ndog, beside the driver.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You let him stay in the baggage-car with Baloo all the way, Mother,\"\nBetts reproached her, flinging herself recklessly into the coach, \"and\nnow you're letting him ride in the rain!\"\n\n\"Well, stop falling over everything, for Heaven's sake, Betts!\" Susan\nscolded. \"And don't step on the camera! Don't get in, Billy,--I say\nDON'T GET IN! Well, why don't you listen to me then! These things are\nall over the floor, and I have to---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I have to get in, it's pouring,--don't be such a crab, Sue!\" Billy\nsaid pleasantly. \"Lord, what's that! What did I break?\"\n\n\"That's the suitcase with the food in it,\" Susan snapped. \"PLEASE wait\na minute, Betts!--All right,\" finished Susan bitterly, settling herself\nin a dark corner, \"tramp over everything, I don't care!\"\n\n\"If you don't care, why are you talking about it?\" asked Betts.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He says that we'll have to get out at the willows, and walk up the\ntrail,\" said Mrs. Carroll, bending her tall head, as she entered the\nstage, after a conversation with the driver. \"Gracious sakes, how\nthings have been tumbled in! Help me pile these things up, girls!\"\n\n\"I was trying to,\" Susan began stiffly, leaning forward to do her\nshare. A sudden jolt of the starting stage brought her head against\nBetts with a violent concussion. After that she sat back in magnificent\nsilence for half the long drive.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey jerked and jolted on the uneven roads, the rain was coming down\nmore steadily now, and finally even Jimmy and the shivering Baloo had\nto come inside the already well-filled stage.\n\nIt was quite dark when they were set down at the foot of the overgrown\ntrail, and started, heavily loaded, for the cabin. Wind sighed and\nswept through the upper branches of the forest, boughs creaked and\nwhined, the ground underfoot was spongy with moisture, and the air very\ncold.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe cabin was dark and deserted looking; a drift of tiny redwood\nbranches carpeted the porch. The rough steps ran water. Once inside,\nthey struck matches and lighted a candle.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nCold, darkness and disorder everybody had expected to find. But it was\na blow to discover that the great stone fireplace, the one real beauty\nof the room, and the delight of every chilly evening, had been brought\ndown by some winter gale. A bleak gap marked its once hospitable\nvicinity, cool air rushed in where the breath of dancing flames had so\noften rushed out, and, some in a great heap on the hearth, and some\nflung in muddy confusion to the four corners of the room, the sooty\nstones lay scattered.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a bad moment for everyone. Betsey began to cry, her weary little\nhead on her mother's shoulder.\n\n\"This won't do!\" Mrs. Carroll said perplexedly. \"B-r-r-r-r! How cold it\nis!\"\n\n\"This is rotten,\" Jimmy said bitterly. \"And all the fellows are going\nto the Orpheum to-night too!\" he added enviously.\n\n\"It's warm here compared to the bedroom,\" Susan, who had been\ninvestigating, said simply. \"The blankets feel wet, they're so cold!\"\n\n\"And too wet for a camp-fire--\" mused the mother.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And the stage gone!\" Billy added.\n\nA cold draught blew open the door and set the candle guttering.\n\n\"Oh, I'm so COLD!\" Susan said, hunching herself like a sick chicken.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe rest of the evening became family history. How they took their\ncamping stove and its long tin pipe from the basement, and set it up in\nthe woodshed that, with the little bedroom, completed the cabin, how\nwood from the cellar presently crackled within, how suitcases were\nopened by maddening candle-light, and wet boots changed for warm\nslippers, and wet gowns for thick wrappers. How the kettle sang and the\nbacon hissed, and the coffee-pot boiled over, and everybody took a turn", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nat cutting bread. Deep in the heart of the rain-swept, storm-shaken\nwoods, they crowded into the tiny annex, warm and dry, so lulled by the\nwarm meal and the warm clothes that it was with great difficulty that\nMrs. Carroll roused them all for bed at ten o'clock.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm going to sleep with you, Sue,\" announced Betsey, shivering, and\ncasting an envious glance at her younger brother who, with Billy, was\nto camp for that night in the kitchen, \"and if it's like this\nto-morrow, I vote that we all go home!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut they awakened in all the fragrant beauty and stillness of a great\nforest, on a heavenly August morning. Sunshine flooded the cabin, when\nSusan opened her eyes, and the vista of redwood boughs beyond the\nwindow was shot with long lines of gold. Everywhere were sweetness and\nsilence; blots of bright gold on feathery layers of soft green.\nHigh-arched aisles stretched all about the cabin like the spokes of a\ngreat wheel; warm currents, heavy with piney sweetness, drifted across", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe crystal and sparkling brightness of the air. The rain was gone; the\nswelled creek rushed noisily down a widened course; it was cool now,\nbut the day would be hot. Susan, dressing with her eyes on the world\nbeyond the window, was hastened by a sudden delicious odor of boiling\ncoffee, and the delightful sound of a crackling wood fire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDelightful were all the sights and sounds and duties of the first days\nin camp. There must be sweeping, airing, unpacking in the little\ndomicile. Someone must walk four miles to the general store for salt,\nand more matches, and pancake flour. Someone must take the other\ndirection, and climb a mile of mountain every day or two for milk and\neggs and butter. The spring must be cleared, and a board set across the\nstream; logs dragged in for the fire, a pantry built of boxes, for", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly sharpened cranes for their camp-kitchen, swung the kettles over a\nstone-lined depression, erected a protection of flat redwood boughs.\nAnd under his direction the fireplace was rebuilt.\n\n\"It just shows what you can do, if you must!\" said Susan, complacently\neying the finished structure.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's handsomer than ever!\" Mrs. Carroll said. The afternoon sunlight\nwas streaming in across the newly swept hearth, and touching to\nbrighter colors the Navajo blanket stretched on the floor. \"And now we\nhave one more happy association with the camp!' she finished\ncontentedly.\n\n\"Billy is wishing he could transfer all his strikers up here,\" said\nSusan dimpling. \"He thinks that a hundred miles of forest are too much\nfor just a few people!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"They wouldn't enjoy it,\" he answered seriously, \"they have had no\npractice in this sort of life. They'd hate it. But of course it's a\nmatter of education---\"\n\n\"Help! He's off!\" said the irreverent Susan, \"now he'll talk for an\nhour! Come on, Betts, I have to go for milk!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nExquisite days these for them all, days so brimming with beauty as to\nbe forever memorable. Susan awoke every morning to a rushing sense of\nhappiness, and danced to breakfast looking no more than a gay child, in\nher bluejacket's blouse, with her bright hair in a thick braid. Busy\nabout breakfast preparations, and interrupted by a hundred little\nevents in the forest or stream all about her, Billy would find her.\nThere was always a moment of heat and hurry, when toast and oatmeal and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfterward, Susan and Mrs. Carroll put the house in order, while the\nothers straightened and cleaned the camp outside. Often the talks\nbetween the two women ran far over the time their work filled, and\nBetsey would come running in to ask Mother and Susan why they were\nlaughing. Laughter was everywhere, not much was needed to send them all\ninto gales of mirth.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nUsually they packed a basket, gathered the stiff, dry bathing suits\nfrom the grass, and lunched far up in the woods. Fishing gear was\ncarried along, although the trout ran small, and each fish provided\nonly a buttery, delicious mouthful. Susan learned to swim and was more\nproud of her first breathless journey across the pool than were the\nothers with all their expert diving and racing. Mrs. Carroll swam well,\nand her daughters were both splendid swimmers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter the first dip, they lunched on the hot shingle, and dozed and\ntalked, and skipped flat stones on the water, until it was time to swim\nagain. All about them the scene was one of matchless beauty. Steep\nbanks, aquiver with ferns, came down on one side of the pool, to the\nvery edge of the crystal water; on the other, long arcades, shot with\nmellow sunlight, stretched away through the forest. Bees went by on\nswift, angry journeys, and dragon-flies rested on the stones for a few", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndazzling palpitating seconds, and were gone again. Black water-bugs\nskated over the shallows, throwing round shadows on the smooth floor of\nthe pool.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nLate in the afternoon, the campers would saunter home, crossing hot\nstrips of meadow, where they started hundreds of locusts into flight,\nor plunging into the cool green of twilight woods. Back at the camp,\nthere would be the crackle of wood again, with all the other noises of\nthe dying forest day. Good odors drifted about, broiling meat and\ncooking wild berries, chipmunks and gray squirrels and jays chattered\nfrom the trees overhead; there was a whisking of daring tails, a\nflutter of bold wings.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDaylight lasted for the happy meal, and stars came out above their\ncamp-fire. And while they talked or sang, or sat with serious young\neyes watching the flames, owls called far away through the wood, birds\nchuckled sleepily in the trees, and, where moonlight touched the\nstream, sometimes a trout rose and splashed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWhen was it that Billy always began to take his place at Susan's side,\nat the campfire, their shoulders almost touching in the dark? When was\nit that, through all the careless, happy companionship that bound them\nall, she began to know, with a thrill of joy and pain at her heart,\nthat there were special looks for her, special glad tones for her? She\ndid not know.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut she did know that suddenly all the world seemed Billy,--Billy's arm\nto cross a stream, Billy's warning beside the swimming pool, Billy's\nlaughter at her nonsense, and Billy's eyes when she looked up from\nmusing over her book or turned, on a trail, to call back to the others,\nfollowing her. She knew why the big man stumbled over words, grew\nawkward and flushed when she turned upon him the sisterly gaze of her\nblue eyes.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd with the knowledge life grew almost unbearably sweet. Susan was\nenveloped in some strange golden glory; the mere brushing of her hair,\nor shaking out of her bathing-suit became a rite, something to be done\nwith an almost suffocating sense of significance. Everything she did\nbecame intensified, her laughter and her tears were more ready, her\nvoice had new and sweeter notes in it, she glowed like a rose in the\nknowledge that he thought her beautiful, and because he thought her", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe did not analyze him; he was different from all other men, he stood\nalone among them, simply because he was Billy. He was tall and strong\nand clean of heart and sunny of temper, yes--but with these things she\ndid not concern herself,--he was poor, too, he was unemployed, he had\nneither class nor influence to help him,--that mattered as little.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe was Billy,--genial and clever and good, unconventional, eager to\nlearn, full of simple faith in human nature, honest and unaffected\nwhether he was dealing with the president of a great business, or\nteaching Jim how to play his reel for trout,--and he had her whole\nheart. Whether she was laughing at his arguments, agreeing with his\ntheories, walking silently at his side through the woods, or watching\nthe expressions that followed each other on his absorbed face, while he", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncleaned his gun or scrutinized the detached parts of Mrs. Carroll's\ncoffee-mill, Susan followed him with eyes into which a new expression\nhad crept. She watched him swimming, flinging back an arc of bright\ndrops with every jerk of his sleek wet head; she bent her whole\ndevotion on the garments he brought her for buttons, hoping that he did\nnot see the trembling of her hands, or the rush of color that his mere\nnearness brought to her face. She thrilled with pride when he came to", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbashfully consult her about the long letters he wrote from time to time\nto Clem Cudahy or Joseph Rassette, listened eagerly to his talks with\nthe post-office clerk, the store-keeper, the dairymen and ranchers up\non the mountain.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd always she found him good. \"Too good for me,\" said Susan sadly to\nherself. \"He has made the best of everything that ever came his way,\nand I have been a silly fool whenever I had half a chance.\"\n\nThe miracle was worked afresh for them, as for all lovers. This was no\nmere attraction between a man and a maid, such as she had watched all\nher life, Susan thought. This was some new and rare and wonderful\nevent, as miraculous in the eyes of all the world as it was to her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I should be Susan Oliver,\" she thought with a quick breath. An actual\nchange of name--how did other women ever survive the thrill and\nstrangeness of itl \"We should have to have a house,\" she told herself,\nlying awake one night. A house--she and Billy with a tiny establishment\nof their own, alone over their coffee-cups, alone under their lamp!\nSusan's heart went out to the little house, waiting for them somewhere.\nShe hung a dream apron on the door of a dream kitchen, and went to meet", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe would kiss her. The blood rushed to her face and she shut her happy\neyes.\n\nA dozen times a day she involved herself in some enterprise from which\nshe could not extricate herself without his help. Billy had to take\nheavy logs out of her arms, had to lay a plank across the stretch of\ncreek she could not cross, had to help her down from the crotch of a\ntree with widespread brotherly arms.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I thought--I--could--make--it!\" gasped Susan, laughing, when he swam\nafter her, across the pool, and towed her ignominiously home.\n\n\"Susan, you're a fool!\" scolded Billy, when they were safe on the bank,\nand Susan, spreading her wet hair about her, siren-wise, answered\nmeekly: \"Oh, I know it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn a certain Saturday Anna and Philip climbed down from the stage, and\nthe joys of the campers were doubled as they related their adventures\nand shared all their duties and delights. Susan and Anna talked nearly\nall night, lying in their canvas beds, on a porch flooded with\nmoonlight, and if Susan did not mention Billy, nor Anna allude to the\ngreat Doctor Hoffman, they understood each other for all that.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next day they all walked up beyond the ranch-house, and followed\nthe dripping flume to the dam. And here, beside a wide sheet of blue\nwater, they built their fire, and had their lunch, and afterward spent\na long hour in the water. Quail called through the woods, and rabbits\nflashed out of sight at the sound of human voices, and once, in a\nsilence, a doe, with a bright-eyed fawn clinking after her on the\nstones, came down to the farther shore for a drink.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You ought to live this sort of life all the time, Sue!\" Billy said\nidly, as they sat sunning themselves on the wide stone bulkhead that\nheld back the water.\n\n\"I? Why?\" asked Susan, marking the smooth cement with a wet forefinger.\n\n\"Because you're such a kid, Sue--you like it all so much!\"\n\n\"Knowing what you know of me, Bill, I wonder that you can think of me\nas young at all,\" the girl answered drily, suddenly somber and raising\nshamed eyes to his.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"How do you mean?\" he stammered, and then, suddenly enlightened, he\nadded scornfully, \"Oh, Lord!\"\n\n\"That---\" Susan said quietly, still marking the hot cement, \"will keep\nme from ever--ever being happy, Bill---\" Her voice thickened, and she\nstopped speaking.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't look at that whole episode as you do, Sue,\" Billy said gruffly\nafter a moment's embarrassed silence. \"I don't believe chance controls\nthose things. I often think of it when some man comes to me with a\nhard-luck story. His brother cheated him, and a factory burned down,\nand he was three months sick in a hospital--yes, that may all be true!\nBut follow him back far enough and you'll find he was a mean man from\nthe very start, ruined a girl in his home town, let his wife support", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhis kids. It's years ago now perhaps, but his fate is simply working\nout its natural conclusion. Somebody says that character IS fate,\nSue,--you've always been sweet and decent and considerate of other\npeople, and your fate saved you through that. You couldn't have done\nanything wrong--it's not IN you!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHe looked up with his bright smile but Susan could hear no more. She\nhad scrambled to her feet while he was speaking, now she stopped only\nlong enough to touch his shoulder with a quick, beseeching pressure.\nThe next instant she was walking away, and he knew that her face was\nwet with tears. She plunged into the pool, and swam steadily across the\nsilky expanse, and when he presently joined her, with Anna and Betts,\nshe was quite herself again.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nQuite her old self, and the life and heart of everything they did. Anna\nlaughed until the tears stood in her eyes, the others, more easily\nmoved, went from one burst of mirth to another. They were coming home\npast the lumber mill when Billy fell in step just beside her, and the\nothers drifted on without them. There was nothing in that to startle\nSusan, but she did feel curiously startled, and a little shy, and\nmanaged to keep a conversation going almost without help.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Stop here and watch the creek,\" said Billy, at the mill bridge. Susan\nstopped, and they stood looking down at the foaming water, tumbling\nthrough barriers, and widening, in a ruffled circle, under the great\nwheel.\n\n\"Was there ever such a heavenly place, Billy?\"\n\n\"Never,\" he said, after a second. Susan had time to think his voice a\nlittle deep and odd before he added, with an effort, \"We'll come back\nhere often, won't we? After we're married?\"\n\n\"Oh, are we going to be married?\" Susan said lightly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, aren't we?\" He quietly put his arm about her, as they stood at\nthe rail, so that in turning her innocent, surprised eyes, she found\nhis face very near. Susan held herself away rigidly, dropped her eyes.\nShe could not answer.\n\n\"How about it, Sue?\" he asked, very low and, looking up, she found that\nhe was half-smiling, but with anxious eyes. Suddenly she found her eyes\nbrimming, and her lip shook. Susan felt very young, a little frightened.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you love me, Billy?\" she faltered. It was too late to ask it, but\nher heart suddenly ached with a longing to hear him say it.\n\n\"Love you!\" he said scarcely above his breath. \"Don't you know how I\nlove you! I think I've loved you ever since you came to our house, and\nI gave you my cologne bottle!\"\n\nThere was no laughter in his tone, but the old memory brought laughter\nto them both. Susan clung to him, and he tightened his arms about her.\nThen they kissed each other.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHalf an hour behind the others they came slowly down the home trail.\nSusan had grown shy now and, although she held his hand childishly, she\nwould not allow him to kiss her again. The rapid march of events had\nconfused her, and she amused him by a plea for time \"to think.\"\n\n\"Please, please don't let them suspect anything tonight, Bill!\" she\nbegged. \"Not for months! For we shall probably have to wait a long,\nlong time!\"\n\n\"I have a nerve to ask any girl to do it!\" Billy said gloomily.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're not asking any girl. You're asking me, you know!\"\n\n\"But, darling, you honestly aren't afraid? We'll have to count every\ncent for awhile, you know!\"\n\n\"It isn't as if I had been a rich girl,\" Susan reminded him.\n\n\"But you've been a lot with rich people. And we'll have to live in some\nplace in the Mission, like Georgie, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"In the Mission perhaps, but not like Georgie! Wait until you eat my\ndinners, and see my darling little drawing-room! And we'll go to dinner\nat Coppa's and Sanguinetti's, and come over to Sausalito for\npicnics,--we'll have wonderful times! You'll see!\"\n\n\"I adore you,\" said Billy, irrevelantly.\n\n\"Well,\" Susan said, \"I hope you do! But I'll tell you something I've\nbeen thinking, Billy,\" she resumed dreamily, after a silence.\n\n\"And pwhats dthat, me dar-r-rlin'?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, I was thinking that I'd rather---\" Susan began hesitatingly,\n\"rather have my work cut out for me in this life! That is, I'd rather\nbegin at the bottom of the ladder, and work up to the top, than be at\nthe top, through no merit of my own, and live in terror of falling to\nthe bottom! I believe, from what I've seen of other people, that we'll\nsucceed, and I think we'll have lots of fun doing it!\"\n\n\"But, Sue, you may get awfully tired of it!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Everybody gets awfully tired of everything!\" sang Susan, and caught\nhis hand for a last breathless run into camp.\n\nAt supper they avoided each other's eyes, and assumed an air of\ninnocence and gaiety. But in spite of this, or because of it, the meal\nmoved in an unnatural atmosphere, and everyone present was conscious of\na sense of suspense, of impending news.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Betts dear, do listen!--the SALT,\" said Mrs. Carroll. \"You've given me\nthe spoons and the butter twice! Tell me about to-day,\" she added, in a\ndesperate effort to start conversation. \"What happened?\"\n\nBut Jimmy choked at this, Betsey succumbed to helpless giggling, and\neven Philip reddened with suppressed laughter.\n\n\"Don't, Betts!\" Anna reproached her.\n\n\"You're just as bad yourself!\" sputtered Betsey, indignantly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I?\" Anna turned virtuous, outraged eyes upon her junior, met Susan's\nlook for a quivering second, and buried her flushed and laughing face\nin her napkin.\n\n\"I think you're all crazy!\" Susan said calmly.\n\n\"She's blushing!\" announced Jimmy.\n\n\"Cut it out now, kid,\" Billy growled. \"It's none of your business!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"WHAT'S none of his business?\" carroled Betsey, and a moment later\njoyous laughter and noise broke out,--Philip was shaking William's\nhand, the girls were kissing Susan, Mrs. Carroll was laughing through\ntears. Nobody had been told the great news, but everybody knew it.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresently Susan sat in Mrs. Carroll's lap, and they all talked of the\nengagement; who had suspected it, who had been surprised, what Anna had\nnoticed, what had aroused Jimmy's suspicions. Billy was very talkative\nbut Susan strangely quiet to-night.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt seemed to make it less sacred, somehow, this open laughter and\nchatter about it. Why she had promised Billy but a few hours ago, and\nhere he was threatening never to ask Betts to \"our house,\" unless she\nbehaved herself, and kissing Anna with the hilarious assurance that his\nreal reason for \"taking\" Susan was because she, Anna, wouldn't have\nhim! No man who really loved a woman could speak like that to another\non the very night of his engagement, thought Susan. A great coldness", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nseized her heart, and pity for herself possessed her. She sat next to\nMrs. Carroll at the camp-fire, and refused Billy even the little\nliberty of keeping his fingers over hers. No liberties to-night!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd later, tucked by Mrs. Carroll's motherly hands into her little camp\nbed on the porch, she lay awake, sick at heart. Far from loving Billy\nOliver, she almost disliked him! She did not want to be engaged this\nway, she wanted, at this time of all times in her life, to be treated\nwith dignity, to be idolized, to have her every breath watched. How she\nhad cheapened everything by letting him blurt out the news this way!\nAnd now, how could she in dignity draw back----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan began to cry bitterly. She was all alone in the world, she said\nto herself, she had never had a chance, like other girls! She wanted a\nhome to-night, she wanted her mother and father---!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer handkerchief was drenched, she tried to dry her eyes on the harsh\nhem of the sheet. Her tears rushed on and on, there seemed to be no\nstopping them. Billy did not care for her, she sobbed to herself, he\ntook the whole thing as a joke! And, beginning thus, what would he feel\nafter a few years of poverty, dark rooms and unpaid bills?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEven if he did love her, thought Susan bursting out afresh, how was she\nto buy a trousseau, how were they to furnish rooms, and pay rent, \"one\nalways has to pay a month's rent in advance!\" she thought gloomily.\n\n\"I believe I am going to be one of those weepy, sensitive women, whose\nnoses are always red,\" said Susan, tossing restlessly in the dark. \"I\nshall go mad if I can't get to sleep!\" And she sat up, reached for her\nbig, loose Japanese wrapper and explored with bare feet for her\nslippers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAh--that was better! She sat on the top step, her head resting against\nthe rough pillar of the porch, and felt a grateful rush of cool air on\nher flushed face. Her headache lessened suddenly, her thoughts ran more\nquietly.\n\nThere was no moon yet. Susan stared at the dim profile of the forest,\nand at the arch of the sky, spattered with stars. The exquisite beauty\nof the summer night soothed and quieted her. After a time she went\nnoiselessly down the dark pathway to the spring-house for a drink.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe water was deliciously cool and fresh. Susan, draining a second cup\nof it, jumped as a voice nearby said quietly:\n\n\"Don't be frightened--it's me, Billy!\"\n\n\"Heaven alive--how you scared me!\" gasped Susan, catching at the hand\nhe held out to lead her back to the comparative brightness of the path.\n\"Billy, why aren't you asleep?\"\n\n\"Too happy, I guess,\" he said simply, his eyes on her.\n\nShe held his hands at arm's length, and stared at him wistfully.\n\n\"Are you so happy, Bill?\" she asked.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, what do you think?\" The words were hardly above a whisper, he\nwrenched his hands suddenly free from her, and she was in his arms,\nheld close against his heart. \"What do you think, my own girl?\" said\nBilly, close to her ear.\n\n\"Heavens, I don't want him to care THIS much!\" said the terrified\ndaughter of Eve, to herself. Breathless, she freed herself, and held\nhim at arm's length again.\n\n\"Billy, I can't stay down here--even for a second--unless you promise\nnot to!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But darling--however, I won't! And will you come over here to the\nfence for just a minute--the moon's coming up!\"\n\nBilly Oliver--the same old Billy!--trembling with eagerness to have\nSusan Brown--the unchanged Susan!--come and stand by a fence, and watch\nthe moon rise! It was very extraordinary, it was pleasant, and\ncuriously exciting, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well---\" conceded Susan, as she gathered her draperies about her, and\nwent to stand at the fence, and gaze childlishly up at the stars.\nBilly, also resting elbows on the old rail, stood beside her, and never\nmoved his eyes from her face.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe half-hour that followed both of them would remember as long as they\nlived. Slowly, gloriously, the moon climbed up the dark blue dome of\nthe sky, and spread her silver magic on the landscape; the valley below\nthem swam in pale mist, clean-cut shadows fell from the nearby forest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe murmur of young voices rose and fell--rose and fell. There were\nlittle silences, now and then Susan's subdued laughter. Susan thought\nher lover magnificent in the moonlight; what Billy thought of the\nlovely downcast face, the loose braid of hair that caught a dull gleam\nfrom the moon, the slender elbows bare on the rail, the breast that\nrose and fell, under her light wraps, with Susan's quickened breathing,\nperhaps he tried to tell her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But I must go in!\" she protested presently. \"This has been wonderful,\nbut I must go in!\"\n\n\"But why? We've just begun talking--and after all, Sue, you're going to\nbe my wife!\"\n\nThe word spurred her. In a panic Susan gave him a swift half-kiss, and\nfled, breathless and dishevelled, back to the porch. And a moment later\nshe had fallen into a sleep as deep as a child's, her prayer of\ngratitude half-finished.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe days that followed were brightened or darkened with moods so\nintense, that it was a real, if secret, relief to Susan when the forest\nvisit was over, and sun-burned and shabby and loaded with forest\nspoils, they all came home again. Jim's first position awaited him, and\nAnna was assistant matron in the surgical hospital now,--fated to see\nthe man she loved almost every day, and tortured afresh daily by the\nrealization of his greatness, his wealth, his quiet, courteous", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ndisregard of the personality of the dark-eyed, deft little nurse. Dr.\nConrad Hoffman was seventeen years older than Anna. Susan secretly\nthought of Anna's attachment as quite hopeless.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPhilip and Betts and Susan were expected back at their respective\nplaces too, and Billy was deeply interested in the outcome of the\ncasual, friendly letters he had written during the month in camp to\nJoseph Rassette. These letters had been passed about among the men\nuntil they were quite worn out; Clem Cudahy had finally had one or two\nprinted, for informal distribution, and there had been a little\nsensation over them. Now, eastern societies had written asking for back", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnumbers of the \"Oliver Letter,\" and a labor journal had printed one\nalmost in full. Clement Cudahy was anxious to discuss with Billy the\nfeasibility of printing such a letter weekly for regular circulation,\nand Billy thought well of the idea, and was eager to begin the\nenterprise.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan was glad to get back to the little \"Democrat,\" and worked very\nhard during the fall and winter. She was not wholly happy, or, rather,\nshe was not happy all the time. There were times, especially when Billy\nwas not about, when it seemed very pleasant to be introduced as an\nengaged girl, and to get the respectful, curious looks of other girls.\nShe liked to hear Mrs. Carroll and Anna praise Billy, and she liked\nBetts' enthusiasm about him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut little things about him worried her inordinately, sometimes she\nresented, for a whole silent evening, his absorption in other people,\nsometimes grew pettish and unresponsive and offended because he could\nkeep neither eyes nor hands from her. And there were evenings when they\nseemed to have nothing to talk about, and Billy, too tired to do\nanything but drowse in his big chair, was confronted with an alert and\nhorrified Susan, sick with apprehension of all the long evenings,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthroughout all the years. Susan was fretted by the financial barrier to\nthe immediate marriage, too, it was humiliating, at twenty-six, to be\naffected by a mere matter of dollars and cents.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThey quarreled, and came home silently from a dinner in town, Susan's\nreal motive in yielding to a reconciliation being her disinclination to\nconfess to Mrs. Carroll,--and those motherly eyes read her like a\nbook,--that she was punishing Billy for asking her not to \"show off\"\nbefore the waiter!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut early in the new year, they were drawn together by rapidly maturing\nplans. The \"Oliver Letter,\" called the \"Saturday Protest\" now, was\nfairly launched. Billy was less absorbed in the actual work, and began\nto feel sure of a moderate success. He had rented for his office half\nof the lower floor of an old house in the Mission. Like all the old\nhomes that still stand to mark the era when Valencia Street was as\ndesired an address as California Street is to-day, it stood upon", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe fence was full of gaps, and the house, with double bay-windows, and\nwith a porch over its front door, was shabby and bare. Its big front\ndoor usually stood open; opposite Billy, across a wide hall, was a\nmodest little millinery establishment, upstairs a nurses' home, and a\nwoman photographer occupied the top floor. The \"Protest,\" a slim little\nsheet, innocent of contributed matter or advertising, and written,\nproofed and set up by Billy's own hands, was housed in what had been", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan first saw the house on a Saturday in January, a day that they\nboth remembered afterwards as being the first on which their marriage\nbegan to seem a definite thing. It was in answer to Billy's rather\nvague suggestion that they must begin to look at flats in the\nneighborhood that Susan said, half in earnest:\n\n\"We couldn't begin here, I suppose? Have the office downstairs in the\nbig front room, and clean up that old downstairs kitchen, and fix up\nthese three rooms!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly dismissed the idea. But it rose again, when they walked downtown,\nin the afternoon sunlight, and kept them in animated talk over a happy\ndinner.\n\n\"The rent for the whole thing is only twenty dollars!\" said Susan, \"and\nwe can fix it all up, pretty old-fashioned papers, and white paint! You\nwon't know it!\"\n\n\"I adore you, Sue--isn't this fun?\" was William's somewhat indirect\nanswer. They missed one boat, missed another, finally decided to leave\nit to Mrs. Carroll.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMrs. Carroll's decision was favorable. \"Loads of sunlight and fresh\nair, Sue, and well up off the ground!\" she summarized it.\n\nThe decision made all sorts of madness reasonable. If they were to live\nthere, would this thing fit--would that thing fit--why not see paperers\nat once, why not look at stoves? Susan and Billy must \"get an idea\" of\nchairs and tables, must \"get an idea\" of curtains and rugs.\n\n\"And when do you think, children?\" asked Mrs. Carroll.\n\n\"June,\" said Susan, all roses.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"April,\" said the masterful male.\n\n\"Oh, doesn't it begin to seem exciting!\" burst from Betsey. The\nengagement was an old story now, but this revived interest in it.\n\n\"Clothes!\" said Anna rapturously. \"Sue, you must be married in another\npongee, you NEVER had anything so becoming!\"\n\n\"We must decide about the wedding too,\" Mrs. Carroll said. \"Certain old\nfriends of your mother, Sue---\"\n\n\"Barrows can get me announcements at cost,\" Philip contributed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAfter that Susan and Billy had enough to talk about. Love-making must\nbe managed at odd moments; Billy snatched a kiss when the man who was\nselling them linoleums turned his back for a moment; Susan offered him\nanother as she demurely flourished the coffee-pot, in the deep recesses\nof a hardware shop.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do let me have my girl for two seconds together!\" Billy pleaded, when\nbetween Anna, with samples of gowns, Betts, wild with excitement over\nan arriving present, and Mrs. Carroll's anxiety that they should not\nmiss a certain auction sale, he had only distracted glimpses of his\nsweetheart.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt is an undeniable and blessed thing that, to the girl who is buying\nit, the most modest trousseau in the world seems wonderful and\nbeautiful and complete beyond dreams. Susan's was far from being the\nmost modest in the world, and almost every day brought her beautiful\nadditions to it. Georgie, kept at home by a delicate baby, sent one\ndelightful box after another; Mary Lou sent a long strip of beautiful\nlace, wrapped about Ferd's check for a hundred dollars.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It was Aunt Sue Rose's lace,\" wrote Mary Lou, \"and I am going to send\nyou a piece of darling Ma's, too, and one or two of her spoons.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis reminded Georgie of \"Aunt Sue Rose's box,\" which, unearthed,\nbrought forth more treasures; a thin old silver ladle, pointed\ntea-spoons connected with Susan's infant memories of castor-oil.\nVirginia had a blind friend from whom she ordered a wonderful knitted\nfield-coat. Anna telephoned about a patient who must go into mourning,\nand wanted to sell at less than half its cost, the loveliest of\nrose-wreathed hats.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan and Anna shopped together, Anna consulting a shabby list, Susan\nrushing off at a hundred tangents. Boxes and boxes and boxes came home,\nthe engagement cups had not stopped coming when the wedding presents\nbegan. The spareroom closet was hung with fragrant new clothes, its bed\nwas heaped with tissue-wrapped pieces of silver.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan crossed the bay two or three times a week to rush through some\nbit of buying, and to have dinner with Billy. They liked all the little\nSpanish and French restaurants, loitered over their sweet black coffee,\nand dry cheese, explored the fascinating dark streets of the Chinese\nQuarter, or went to see the \"Marionettes\" next door to the old Broadway\njail. All of it appealed to Susan's hunger for adventure, she wove\nromances about the French families among whom they dined,--stout", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nfathers, thin, nervous mothers, stolid, claret-drinking little girls,\nwith manes of black hair,--about the Chinese girls, with their painted\nlips, and the old Italian fishers, with scales glittering on their\nrough coats.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We've got to run for it, if we want it!\" Billy would say, snatching\nher coat from a chair. Susan after jabbing in her hatpins before a\nmirror decorated with arabesques of soap, would rush with him into the\nstreet. Fog and pools of rain water all about, closed warehouses and\nlighted saloons, dark crossings--they raced madly across the ferry\nplace at last, with the clock in the tower looking down on them.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We're all right now!\" Billy would gasp. But they still ran, across the\nlong line of piers, and through the empty waiting-room, and the iron\ngates.\n\n\"That was the closest yet!\" Susan, reaching the upper deck, could stop\nto breathe. There were seats facing the water, under the engine-house,\nwhere Billy might put his arm about her unobserved. Their talk went on.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nUsually they had the night boat to themselves, but now and then Susan\nsaw somebody that she knew on board. One night she went in to talk for\na moment with Ella Saunders. Ella was gracious, casual. Ken was\nmarried, as Susan knew,--the newspapers had left nothing to be imagined\nof the most brilliant of the season's matches, and pictures of the\nfortunate bride, caught by the cameras as she made her laughing way to\nher carriage, a white blur of veil and flowers, had appeared", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\neverywhere. Emily was not well, said Ella, might spend the summer in\nthe east; Mama was not very well. She asked Susan no questions, and\nSusan volunteered nothing.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd on another occasion they were swept into the company of the\nFurlongs. Isabel was obviously charmed with Billy, and Billy, Susan\nthought, made John Furlong seem rather stupid and youthful.\n\n\"And you MUST come and dine with us!\" said Isabel. Obviously not in the\nmonth before the wedding, Isabel's happy excuses, in an aside to Susan,\nwere not necessary, \"---But when you come back,\" said Isabel.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you with us in our funny little rooms in the Mission,\" Susan said\ngaily. Isabel took her husband's arm, and gave it a little squeeze.\n\n\"He'd love to!\" she assured Susan. \"He just loves things like that. And\nyou must let us help get the dinner!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOn Sundays the old walks to the beach had been resumed, and the hills\nnever had seemed to Susan as beautiful as they did this year, when the\nfirst spring sweetness began to pierce the air, and the breeze brought\nfaint odors of grass, and good wet earth, and violets. Spring this year\nmeant to the girl's glowing and ardent nature what it meant to the\nbirds, with apple-blossoms and mustard-tops, lilacs and blue skies,\nwould come the mating time. Susan was the daughter of her time; she did", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nnot know why all the world seemed made for her now; her heritage of\nignorance and fear was too great. But Nature, stronger than any folly\nof her children, made her great claim none the less. Susan thrilled in\nthe sunshine and warm air, dreamed of her lover's kisses, gloried in\nthe fact that youth was not to pass her by without youth's hour.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBy March all Sausalito was mantled with acacia bloom, and the silent\nwarm days were sweet with violets. The sunshine was soft and warm, if\nthere was still chill in the shade. The endless weeks had dragged\nthemselves away; Susan and Billy were going to be married.\n\nSusan walked in a radiant dream, curiously wrapped away from reality,\nyet conscious, in a new and deep and poignant way, of every word, of\nevery waking instant.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I am going to be married next week,\" she heard herself saying. Other\nwomen glanced at her; she knew they thought her strangely unmoved. She\nthought herself so. But she knew that running under the serene surface\nof her life was a dazzling great river of joy! Susan could not look\nupon it yet. Her eyes were blinded.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nPresents came in, more presents. A powder box from Ella, candle-sticks\nfrom Emily, a curiously embroidered tablecloth from the Kenneth\nSaunders in Switzerland. And from old Mrs. Saunders a rather touching\nnote, a request that Susan buy herself \"something pretty,\" with a check\nfor fifty dollars, \"from her sick old friend, Fanny Saunders.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nMary Lou, very handsomely dressed and prosperous, and her beaming\nhusband, came down for the wedding. Mary Lou had a hundred little\nbabyish, new mannerisms, she radiated the complacency of the adored\nwoman, and, when Susan spoke of Billy, Mary Lou was instantly reminded\nof Ferd, the salary Ferd made at twenty, the swiftness of his rise in\nthe business world, his present importance. Mary Lou could not hide the\npity she felt for Susan's very modest beginning. \"I wish Ferd could", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nVirginia was less happy than her sister. The Eastmans were too busy\ntogether to remember her loneliness. \"Sometimes it seems as if Mary Lou\njust likes to have me there to remind her how much better off she is,\"\nsaid Virginia mildly, to Susan. \"Ferd buys her things, and takes her\nplaces, and all I can do is admire and agree! Of course they're\nangels,\" added Virginia, wiping her eyes, \"but I tell you it's hard to\nbe dependent, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan sympathized, laughed, chattered, stood still under dressmakers'\nhands, dashed off notes, rushed into town for final purchases, opened\ngifts, consulted with everyone,--all in a golden, whirling dream.\nSometimes a cold little doubt crossed her mind, and she wondered\nwhether she was taking all this too much for granted, whether she\nreally loved Billy, whether they should not be having serious talks\nnow, whether changes, however hard, were not wiser \"before than after\"?", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it was too late for that now. The big wheels were set in motion,\nthe day was coming nearer and more near. Susan's whole being was tuned\nto the great event; she felt herself the pivot upon which all her world\nturned. A hundred things a day brought the happy color to her face,\nstopped her heart-beats for a second. She had a little nervous qualm\nover the announcements; she dreamed for a moment over the cards that\nbore the new name of Mrs. William Jerome Oliver. \"It seems so--so funny", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnna came home, gravely radiant; Betsy exulted in a new gown of flimsy\nembroidered linen; Philip, in the character of best man, referred to a\nlist of last-moment reminders.\n\nThree days more--two days more--then Susan was to be married to-morrow.\nShe and Billy had enough that was practical to discuss the last night,\nbefore he must run for his boat. She went with him to the door.\n\n\"I'm going to be crazy about my wife!\" whispered Billy, with his arms\nabout her. Susan was not in a responsive mood.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'm dead!\" she said wearily, resting her head against his shoulder\nlike a tired child.\n\nShe went upstairs slowly to her room. It was strewn with garments and\nhats and cardboard boxes; Susan's suitcase, with the things in it that\nshe would need for a fortnight in the woods, was open on the table. The\ngas flared high, Betsey at the mirror was trying a new method of\narranging her hair. Mrs. Carroll was packing Susan's trunk, Anna sat on\nthe bed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Sue, dear,\" said the mother, \"are you going to be warm enough up in\nthe forest? It may be pretty cold.\"\n\n\"Oh, we'll have fires!\" Susan said.\n\n\"Well, you are the COOLEST!\" ejaculated Betsey. \"I should think you'd\nfeel so FUNNY, going up there alone with Billy---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'd feel funnier going up without him,\" Susan said equably. She got\ninto a loose wrapper, braided her hair. Mrs. Carroll and Betsey kissed\nher and went away; Susan and Anna talked for a few minutes, then Susan\nwent to sleep. But Anna lay awake for a long time thinking,--thinking\nwhat it would be like to know that only a few hours lay between the end\nof the old life and the beginning of the new.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My wedding day.\" Susan said it slowly when she awakened in the\nmorning. She felt that the words should convey a thrill, but somehow\nthe day seemed much like any other day. Anna was gone, there was a\nsubdued sound of voices downstairs.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA day that ushered in the full glory of the spring. All the flowers\nwere blooming at once, at noon the air was hot and still, not a leaf\nstirred. Before Susan had finished her late breakfast Billy arrived;\nthere was talk of tickets and train time before she went upstairs. Mary\nLou had come early to watch the bride dress; good, homely, happy Miss\nLydia Lord must run up to Susan's room too,--the room was full of\nwomen. Isabel Furlong was throned in the big chair, John was to take", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan presently saw a lovely bride, smiling in the depths of the\nmirror, and was glad for Billy's sake that she looked \"nice.\" Tall and\nstraight, with sky-blue eyes shining under a crown of bright hair, with\nthe new corsets setting off the lovely gown to perfection, her mother's\nlace at her throat and wrists, and the rose-wreathed hat matching her\ncheeks, she looked the young and happy woman she was, stepping bravely\ninto the world of loving and suffering.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe pretty gown must be gathered up safely for the little walk to\nchurch. \"Are we all ready?\" asked Susan, running concerned eyes over\nthe group.\n\n\"Don't worry about us!\" said Philip. \"You're the whole show to-day!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn a dream they were walking through the fragrant roads, in a dream\nthey entered the unpretentious little church, and were questioned by\nthe small Spanish sexton at the door. No, that was Miss Carroll,--this\nwas Miss Brown. Yes, everyone was here. The groom and his best man had\ngone in the other door. Who would give away the bride? This gentleman,\nMr. Eastman, who was just now standing very erect and offering her his\narm. Susan Ralston Brown--William Jerome Oliver--quite right. But they", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe little organ wheezed forth a march; Susan walked slowly at Ferd\nEastman's side,--stopped,--and heard a rich Italian voice asking\nquestions in a free and kindly whisper. The gentleman this side--and\nthe lady here--so!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe voice suddenly boomed out loud and clear and rapid. Susan knew that\nthis was Billy beside her, but she could not raise her eyes. She\nstudied the pattern that fell on the red altar-carpet through a\nsun-flooded window. She told herself that she must think now seriously;\nshe was getting married. This was one of the great moments of her life.\n\nShe raised her head, looked seriously into the kind old face so near\nher, glanced at Billy, who was very pale.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I will,\" said Susan, clearing her throat. She reflected in a panic\nthat she had not been ready for the question, and wondered vaguely if\nthat invalidated her marriage, in the eyes of Heaven at least. Getting\nmarried seemed a very casual and brief matter. Susan wished that there\nwas more form to it; pages, and heralds with horns, and processions.\nWhat an awful carpet this red one must be to sweep, showing every\nspeck! She and Billy had painted their floors, and would use rugs----", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThis was getting married. \"I wish my mother was here!\" said Susan to\nherself, perfunctorily. The words had no meaning for her.\n\nThey knelt down to pray. And suddenly Susan, whose ungloved hand, with\nits lilies-of-the-valley, had dropped by her side, was thrilled to the\nvery depth of her being by the touch of Billy's cold fingers on hers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHer heart flooded with a sudden rushing sense of his goodness, his\nsimplicity. He was marrying his girl, and praying for them both, his\nwhole soul was filled with the solemn responsibility he incurred now.\n\nShe clung to his hand, and shut her eyes.\n\n\"Oh, God, take care of us,\" she prayed, \"and make us love each other,\nand make us good! Make us good---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe was deep in her prayer, eyes tightly closed, lips moving fast, when\nsuddenly everything was over. Billy and she were walking down the aisle\nagain, Susan's ringed hand on the arm that was hers now, to the end of\nthe world.\n\n\"Billy, you didn't kiss her!\" Betts reproached him in the vestibule.\n\n\"Didn't I? Well, I will!\" He had a fragrant, bewildered kiss from his\nwife before Anna and Mrs. Carroll and all the others claimed her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen they walked home, and Susan protested that it did not seem right\nto sit at the head of the flower trimmed table, and let everyone wait\non her. She ran upstairs with Anna to get into her corduroy\ncamping-suit, and dashing little rough hat, ran down for kisses and\ngood-byes. Betsey--Mary Lou--Philip--Mary Lou again.\n\n\"Good-bye, adorable darling!\" said Betts, laughing through tears.\n\n\"Good-bye, dearest,\" whispered Anna, holding her close.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Good-bye, my own girl!\" The last kiss was for Mrs. Carroll, and Susan\nknew of whom the mother was thinking as the first bride ran down the\npath.\n\n\"Well, aren't they all darlings?\" said young Mrs. Oliver, in the train.\n\n\"Corkers!\" agreed the groom. \"Don't you want to take your hat off, Sue?\"\n\n\"Well, I think I will,\" Susan said pleasantly. Conversation languished.\n\n\"Tired, dear?\"\n\n\"Oh, no!\" Susan said brightly.\n\n\"I wonder if you can smoke in here,\" Billy observed, after a pause.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I don't believe you can!\" Susan said, interestedly.\n\n\"Well, when he comes through I'll ask him---\"\n\nSusan felt as if she should never speak spontaneously again. She was\nvery tired, very nervous, able, with cold dispassion, to wonder what\nshe and Billy Oliver were doing in this close, dirty train,--to wonder\nwhy people ever spoke of a wedding-day as especially pleasant,--what\npeople found in life worth while, anyway!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe thought that it would be extremely silly in them to attempt to\nreach the cabin to-night; far more sensible to stay at Farwoods, where\nthere was a little hotel, or, better yet, go back to the city. But\nBilly, although a little regretful for the darkness in which they ended\ntheir journey, suggested no change of plan, and Susan found herself\nunable to open the subject. She made the stage trip wedged in between\nBilly and the driver, climbed down silently at the foot of the familiar", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You can't hurt that dress, can you, Sue?\" said Billy, busy with the\nkey.\n\n\"No!\" Susan said, eager for the commonplace. \"It's made for just this!\"\n\n\"Then hustle and unpack the eats, will you? And I'll start a fire!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Two seconds!\" Susan took off her hat, and enveloped herself in a\nchecked apron. There was a heavy chill in the room; there was that\nblank forbidding air in the dusty, orderly room that follows months of\nunuse. Susan unpacked, went to and fro briskly; the claims of\nhousekeeping reassured and soothed her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly made thundering journeys for wood. Presently there was a flare of\nlighted papers in the fireplace, and the heartening snap and crackle of\nwood. The room was lighted brilliantly; delicious odors of sap mingled\nwith the fragrance from Susan's coffee pot.\n\n\"Oh, keen idea!\" said Billy, when she brought the little table close to\nthe hearth. \"Gee, that's pretty!\" he added, as she shook over it the\nlittle fringed tablecloth, and laid the blue plates neatly at each side.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Isn't this fun?\" It burst spontaneously from the bride.\n\n\"Fun!\" Billy flung down an armful of logs, and came to stand beside\nher, watching the flames. \"Lord, Susan,\" he said, with simple force,\n\"if you only knew how perfect you seem to me! If you only knew how many\nyears I've been thinking how beautiful you were, and how clever, and\nhow far above me----!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Go right on thinking so, darling!\" said Susan, practically, escaping\nfrom his arm, and taking her place behind the cold chicken. \"Do ye feel\nlike ye could eat a little mite, Pa?\" asked she.\n\n\"Well, I dunno, mebbe I could!\" William answered hilariously. \"Say,\nSue, oughtn't those blankets be out here, airing?\" he added suddenly.\n\n\"Oh, do let's have dinner first. They make everything look so horrid,\"\nsaid young Mrs. Oliver, composedly carving. \"They can dry while we're\ndoing the dishes.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You know, until we can afford a maid, I'm going to help you every\nnight with the dishes,\" said Billy.\n\n\"Well, don't put on airs about it,\" Susan said briskly. \"Or I'll leave\nyou to do them entirely alone, while I run over the latest songs on the\nPIARNO. Here now, deary, chew this nicely, and when I've had all I\nwant, perhaps I'll give you some more!\"\n\n\"Sue, aren't we going to have fun--doing things like this all our\nlives?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"_I_ think we are,\" said Susan demurely. It was strange, it had its\nterrifying phases, but it was curiously exciting and wonderful, too,\nthis wearing of a man's ring and his name, and being alone with him up\nhere in the great forest.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"This is life--this is all good and right,\" the new-made wife said to\nherself, with a flutter at her heart. And across her mind there flitted\na fragment of the wedding-prayer, \"in shamefacedness grave.\" \"I will be\ngrave,\" thought Susan. \"I will be a good wife, with God's help!\"\n\nAgain morning found the cabin flooded with sunlight, and for all their\nhappy days there the sun shone, and summer silences made the woods seem\nlike June.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Billum, if only we didn't have to go back!\" said William's wife,\nseated on a stump, and watching him clean trout for their supper, in\nthe soft close of an afternoon.\n\n\"Darling, I love to have you sitting there, with your little feet\ntucked under you, while I work,\" said William enthusiastically.\n\n\"I know,\" Susan agreed absently. \"But don't you wish we didn't?\" she\nresumed, after a moment.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, in a way I do,\" Billy answered, stooping to souse a fish in the\nstream beside which he was kneeling. \"But there's the 'Protest' you\nknow,--there's a lot to do! And we'll come back here, every year. We'll\nwork like mad for eleven months, and then come up here and loaf.\"\n\n\"But, Bill, how do we know we can manage it financially?\" said Susan\nprudently.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, Lord, we'll manage it!\" he answered comfortably. \"Unless, of\ncourse, you want to have all the kids brought up in white stockings,\"\ngrinned Billy, \"and have their pictures taken every month!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Up here,\" said Susan dreamily, yet very earnestly too, \"I feel so sure\nof myself! I love the simplicity, I love the work, I could entertain\nthe King of England right here in this forest and not be ashamed! But\nwhen we go back, Bill, and I realize that Isabel Wallace may come in\nand find me pressing my window curtains, or that we honestly can't\nafford to send someone a handsome wedding present, I'll begin to be\nafraid. I know that now and then I'll find myself investing in", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's not actionable for divorce, woman!\"\n\nSusan laughed, but did not answer. She sat looking idly down the long\naisles of the forest, palpitating to-day with a rush of new fragrance,\nnew color, new song. Far above, beyond the lacing branches of the\nredwoods, a buzzard hung motionless in a blue, blue sky.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bill,\" she said presently, \"I could live at a settlement house, and be\nhappy all my life showing other women how to live. But when it comes to\nliving down among them, really turning my carpets and scrubbing my own\nkitchen, I'm sometimes afraid that I'm not big enough woman to be\nhappy!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Why, but, Sue dear, there's a decent balance at the bank. We'll build\non the Panhandle lots some day, and something comes in from the\nblue-prints, right along. If you get your own dinner five nights a\nweek, we'll be trotting downtown on other nights, or over at the\nCarrolls', or up here.\" Billy stood up. \"There's precious little real\npoverty in the world,\" he said, cheerfully, \"we'll work out our list of\nexpenses, and we'll stick to it! But we're going to prove how easy it", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You're big; I'm not,\" said Susan, rubbing her head against him as he\nsat beside her on the stump. But his nearness brought her dimples back,\nand the sober mood passed.\n\n\"Bill, if I die and you remarry, promise me, oh, promise! that you\nwon't bring her here!\"\n\n\"No, darling, my second wife is going to choose Del Monte or Coronado!\"\nWilliam assured her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll bet she does, the cat!\" Susan agreed gaily, \"You know when Elsie\nRice married Jerry Philips,\" she went on, in sudden recollection, \"they\nwent to Del Monte. They were both bridge fiends, even when they were\nengaged everyone who gave them dinners had to have cards afterwards.\nWell, it seems they went to Del Monte, and they moped about for a day\nor two, and, finally, Jerry found out that the Joe Carrs were at Santa\nCruz,--the Carrs play wonderful bridge. So he and Elsie went straight", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nup there, and they played every afternoon and every night for the next\ntwo weeks,--and all went to the Yosemite together, even playing on the\ntrain all the way!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"What a damn fool class for any nation to carry!\" Billy commented,\nmildly.\n\n\"Ah, well,\" Susan said, joyfully, \"we'll fix them all! And when there\nare model poorhouses and prisons, and single tax, and labor pensions,\nand eight-hour days, and free wool--THEN we'll come back here and\nsettle down in the woods for ever and ever!\"\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VII", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the years that followed they did come back to the big woods, but not\nevery year, for in the beginning of their life together there were hard\ntimes, and troubled times, when even a fortnight's irresponsibility and\nease was not possible. Yet they came often enough to keep fresh in\ntheir hearts the memory of great spaces and great silences, and to\ndream their old dreams.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe great earthquake brought them home hurriedly from their honeymoon,\nand Susan had her work to do, amid all the confusion that followed the\nuprooting of ten thousand homes. Young Mrs. Oliver listened to terrible\nstories, while she distributed second-hand clothing, and filed cards,\nwalked back to her own little kitchen at five o'clock to cook her\ndinner, and wrapped and addressed copies of the \"Protest\" far into the\nnight.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWith the deeper social problems that followed the days of mere physical\nneed,--what was in her of love and charity rushed into sudden\nblossoming,--she found that her inexperienced hands must deal. She,\nwhose wifehood was all joy and sanity, all sweet and mysterious\ndeepening of the color of life, encountered now the hideous travesty of\nwifehood and motherhood, met by immature, ill-nourished bodies, and\nhearts sullen and afraid.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You ought not be seeing these things now,\" Billy warned her. But Susan\nshook her head.\n\n\"It's good for me, Billy. And it's good for the little person, too.\nIt's no credit to him that he's more fortunate than these--he needn't\nfeel so superior!\" smiled Susan.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEvery cent must be counted in these days. Susan and Billy laughed long\nafterward to remember that on many a Sunday they walked over to the\nlittle General Post Office in Mission Street, hoping for a subscription\nor two in the mail, to fan the dying fires of the \"Protest\" for a few\nmore days. Better times came; the little sheet struck roots, carried a\nmodest advertisement or two, and a woman's column under the heading\n\"Mary Jane's Letter\" whose claims kept the editor's wife far too busy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAs in the early days of her marriage all the women of the world had\nbeen simply classified as wives or not wives, so now Susan saw no\ndistinction except that of motherhood or childlessness. When she lay\nsick, feverish and confused, in the first hours that followed the\narrival of her first-born, she found her problem no longer that of the\nindividual, no longer the question merely of little Martin's crib and\ncare and impending school and college expenses. It was the great burden", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nof the mothers of the world that Susan took upon her shoulders. Why so\nmuch strangeness and pain, why such ignorance of rules and needs, she\nwondered. She lay thinking of tired women, nervous women, women hanging\nover midnight demands of colic and croup, women catching the little\nforms back from the treacherous open window, and snatching away the\ndangerous bottle from little hands---!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Miss Allen,\" said Susan, out of a silence, \"he doesn't seem to be\nbreathing. The blanket hasn't gotten over his little face, has it?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo began the joyous martyrdom. Susan's heart would never beat again\nonly for herself. Hand in hand with the rapture of owning the baby\nwalked the terror of losing him. His meals might have been a special\nmiracle, so awed and radiant was Susan's face when she had him in her\narms. His goodness, when he was good, seemed to her no more remarkable\nthan his badness, when he was bad. Susan ran to him after the briefest\nabsences with icy fear at her heart. He had loosened a pin--gotten it", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut she left him very rarely. What Susan did now must be done at home.\nHer six-days-old son asleep beside her, she was discovered by Anna\ncheerfully dictating to her nurse \"Mary Jane's Letter\" for an\napproaching issue of the \"Protest.\" The young mother laughed joyfully\nat Anna's concern, but later, when the trained nurse was gone, and the\nwarm heavy days of the hot summer came, when fat little Martin was\nrestless through the long, summer nights with teething, Susan's courage", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We ought to get a girl in to help you,\" Billy said, distressedly, on a\nnight when Susan, flushed and excited, refused his help everywhere, and\nattempted to manage baby and dinner and house unassisted.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We ought to get clothes and china and linen and furniture,--we ought\nto move out of this house and this block!\" Susan wanted to say. But\nwith some effort she refrained from answering at all, and felt tears\nsting her eyes when Billy carried the baby off, to do with his big\ngentle fingers all the folding and pinning and buttoning that preceded\nMartin's disappearance for the evening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Never mind!\" Susan said later, smiling bravely over the dinner table,\n\"he needs less care every day! He'll soon be walking and amusing\nhimself.\"\n\nBut Martin was only staggering uncertainly and far from self-sufficient\nwhen Billy Junior came laughing into the family group. \"How do women DO\nit!\" thought Susan, recovering slowly from a second heavy drain on\nnerves and strength.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNo other child, of course, would ever mean to her quite what the oldest\nson meant. The first-born is the miracle, brought from Heaven itself\nthrough the very gates of death, a pioneer, merciless and helpless, a\nlittle monarch whose kingdom never existed before the day he set up his\nfeeble little cry. All the delightful innovations are for him,--the\nchair, the mug, the little airings, the remodeled domestic routine.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Pain in his poor little tum!\" Susan said cheerfully and tenderly, when\nthe youthful Billy cried. Under exactly similar circumstances, with\nMartin, she had shed tears of terror and despair, while Billy,\nshivering in his nightgown, had hung at the telephone awaiting her word\nto call the doctor. Martin's tawny, finely shaped little head, the grip\nof his sturdy, affectionate little arms, his early voyages into the\nuncharted sea of English speech,--these were so many marvels to his\nmother and father.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBut it had to be speedily admitted that Billy had his own particular\ncharm too. The two were in everything a sharp contrast. Martin's bright\nhair blew in loose waves, Billy's dark curls fitted his head like a\ncap. Martin's eyes were blue and grave, Billy's dancing and brown.\nMartin used words carefully, with a nice sense of values, Billy\nachieved his purposes with stamping and dimpling, and early coined a\ntiny vocabulary of his own. Martin slept flat on his small back, a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nmuscular little viking drifting into unknown waters, but drowsiness\nmust always capture Billy alive and fighting. Susan untangled him\nnightly from his covers, loosened his small fingers from the bars of\nhis crib.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe took her maternal responsibilities gravely. Billy Senior thought it\nvery amusing to see her, buttering a bowl for bread-pudding, or running\nsmall garments through her machine, while she recited \"The Pied Piper\"\nor \"Goblin Market\" to a rapt audience of two staring babies. But\nsomehow the sight was a little touching, too.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bill, don't you honestly think that they're smarter than other\nchildren, or is it just because they're mine?\" Susan would ask. And\nBilly always answered in sober good faith, \"No, it's not you, dear, for\nI see it too! And they really ARE unusual!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan sometimes put both boys into the carriage and went to see\nGeorgie, to whose group a silent, heavy little boy had now been added.\nMrs. O'Connor was a stout, complacent little person; the doctor's\nmother was dead, and Georgie spoke of her with sad affection and\nreverence. The old servant stayed on, tirelessly devoted to the new\nmistress, as she had been to the old, and passionately proud of the\nchildren. Joe's practice had grown enormously; Joe kept a runabout now,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nand on Sundays took his well-dressed wife out with him to the park.\nThey had a circle of friends very much like themselves, prosperous\nyoung fathers and mothers, and there was a pleasant rivalry in\ncard-parties, and the dressing of little boys and girls. Myra and\nHelen, ribbons tying their damp, straight, carefully ringletted\nhair, were a nicely mannered little pair, and the boy fat and sweet and\nheavy.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIt was a summer Saturday, only a month or two after the birth of\nWilliam Junior. Susan had not been to Sausalito for a long time, and\nMrs. Carroll was ending a day's shopping with a call on mother and\nbabies. Martin, drowsy and contented, was in her arms. Susan,\nluxuriating in an hour's idleness and gossip, sat near the open window,\nwith the tiny Billy. Outside, a gusty August wind was sweeping chaff\nand papers before it; passers-by dodged it as if it were sleet.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I think there's no question about it, Sue,\" Mrs. Carroll's motherly\nvoice said, cheerfully. \"This is a hard time; you and Billy are both\ndoing too much,--but this won't last! You'll come out of it some day,\ndear, a splendid big experienced woman, ready for any big work. And\nthen you'll look back, and think that the days when the boys needed you\nevery hour were short enough. Character is the one thing that you have\nto buy this way, Sue,--by effort and hardship and self-denial!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But after all,\" Susan said somberly, so eager to ease her full heart\nthat she must keep her voice low to keep it steady, \"after all, Aunt\nJo, aren't there lots of women who do this sort of thing year in and\nyear out and DON'T achieve anything? As a means to an end,\" said Susan,\ngroping for words, \"as a road--this is comprehensible, but--but one\nhates to think of it as a goal!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Hundreds of women reach their highest ambitions, Sue,\" the other woman\nanswered thoughtfully, \"without necessarily reaching YOURS. It depends\nupon which star you've selected for your wagon, Sue! You have just been\ntelling me that the Lords, for instance, are happier than crowned\nkings, in their little garden, with a state position assured for Lydia.\nThen there's Georgie; Georgie is one of the happiest women I ever saw!\nAnd when you remember that the first thirty years of her life were", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, but I couldn't be happy as Mary and Lydia are, and Georgie's life\nwould drive me to strong drink!\" Susan said, with a flash of her old\nfire.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Exactly. So YOUR fulfilment will come in some other way,--some way\nthat they would probably think extremely terrifying or unconventional\nor strange. Meanwhile you are learning something every day, about women\nwho have tiny babies to care for, about housekeeping as half the women\nof the world have to regard it. All that is extremely useful, if you\never want to do anything that touches women. About office work you\nknow, about life downtown. Some day just the use for all this will come", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Of me?\" stammered Susan. A lovely color crept into her thin cheeks and\na tear splashed down upon the cheek of the sleeping baby.\n\nAnna's dearest dream was suddenly realized that summer, and Anna,\nlovelier than ever, came out to tell Sue of the chance meeting with\nDoctor Hoffmann in the laboratory that had, in two short minutes,\nturned the entire current of her life. It was all wonderful and\ndelightful beyond words, not a tiny cloud darkened the sky.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nConrad Hoffmann was forty-five years old, seventeen years older than\nhis promised wife, but splendidly tall and strong, and--Anna and Susan\nagreed--STRIKINGLY handsome. He was at the very top of his profession,\nmanaged his own small surgical hospital, and maintained one of the\nprettiest homes in the city. A musician, a humanitarian, rich in his\nown right, he was so conspicuous a figure among the unmarried men of\nSan Francisco that Anna's marriage created no small stir, and the six", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan's little sons were presently taken to Sausalito to be present at\nAunt Anna's wedding. Susan was nervous and tired before she had\nfinished her own dressing, wrapped and fed the beribboned baby, and\nslipped the wriggling Martin into his best white clothes. But she\nforgot everything but pride and pleasure when Betsey, the bride and\n\"Grandma\" fell with shrieks of rapture upon the children, and during\nthe whole happy day she found herself over and over again at Billy's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nside, listening to him, watching him, and his effect on other people,\nslipping her hand into his. It was as if, after quiet months of taking\nhim for granted, she had suddenly seen her big, clever, gentle husband\nas a stranger again, and fallen again in love with him.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan felt strangely older than Anna to-day; she thought of that other\nday when she and Billy had gone up to the big woods; she remembered the\nodor of roses and acacia, the fragrance of her gown, the stiffness of\nher rose-crowned hat.\n\nAnna and Conrad were going away to Germany for six months, and Susan\nand the babies spent a happy week in Anna's old room. Betsey was\nfilling what had been Susan's position on the \"Democrat\" now, and\ncherished literary ambitions.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, why must you go, Sue?\" Mrs. Carroll asked, wistfully, when the\ntime for packing came. \"Couldn't you stay on awhile, it's so lovely to\nhave you here!\"\n\nBut Susan was firm. She had had her holiday; Billy could not divide his\ntime between Sausalito and the \"Protest\" office any longer. They\ncrossed the bay in mid-afternoon, and the radiant husband and father\nmet them at the ferry. Susan sighed in supreme relief as he lifted the\nolder boy to his shoulder, and picked up the heavy suitcase.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We could send that?\" submitted Susan, but Billy answered by signaling\na carriage, and placing his little family inside.\n\n\"Oh, Bill, you plutocrat!\" Susan said, sinking back with a great sigh\nof pleasure.\n\n\"Well, my wife doesn't come home every day!\" Billy said beaming.\n\nSusan felt, in some subtle climatic change, that the heat of the summer\nwas over. Mission Street slept under a soft autumn haze; the hint of a\ncool night was already in the air.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the dining-room, as she entered with her baby in her arms, she saw\nthat a new table and new chairs replaced the old ones, a ruffled little\ncotton house-gown was folded neatly on the table. A new, hooded\nbaby-carriage awaited little Billy.\n\n\"Oh, BILLY!\" The baby was bundled unceremoniously into his new coach,\nand Susan put her arms about her husband's neck. \"You OUGHTN'T!\" she\nprotested.\n\n\"Clem and Mrs. Cudahy sent the carriage,\" Billy beamed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And you did the rest! Bill, dear--when I am such a tired, cross\napology for a wife!\" Susan found nothing in life so bracing as the arm\nthat was now tight about her. She had a full minute's respite before\nthe boys' claims must be met.\n\n\"What first, Sue?\" asked Billy. \"Dinner's all ordered, and the things\nare here, but I guess you'll have to fix things---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'll feed baby while you give Mart his milk and toast,\" Susan said\ncapably, \"then I'll get into something comfortable and we'll put them\noff, and you can set the table while I get dinner! It's been a heavenly\nweek, Billy dear,\" said Susan, settling herself in a low rocker, \"but\nit does seem good to get home!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe next spring all four did indeed go up to the woods, but it was\nafter a severe attack of typhoid fever on Billy Senior's part, and\nSusan was almost too much exhausted in every way to trust herself to\nthe rough life of the cabin. But they came back after a month's\ngypsying so brown and strong and happy that even Susan had forgotten\nthe horrors of the winter, and in mid-summer the \"Protest\" moved into\nmore dignified quarters, and the Olivers found the comfortable old", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOakland was chosen because it is near the city, yet country-like enough\nto be ideal for children. The house was commonplace, shabby and cheaply\nbuilt, but to Susan it seemed delightfully roomy and comfortable, and\nshe gloried in the big yards, the fruit trees, and the old-fashioned\ngarden. She cared for her sweet-pea vines and her chickens while the\nlittle boys tumbled about her, or connived against the safety of the\ncat, and she liked her neighbors, simple women who advised her about", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nCertain old interests Susan found that she must sacrifice for a time at\nleast. Even with the reliable, capable, obstinate personage\naffectionately known as \"Big Mary\" in the kitchen, they could not leave\nthe children for more than a few hours at a time. Susan had to let some\nof the old friends go; she had neither the gowns nor the time for\nafternoon calls, nor had she the knowledge of small current events that\nis more important than either. She and Billy could not often dine in", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ntown and go to the theater, for running expenses were heavy, the\n\"Protest\" still a constant problem, and Big Mary did not lend herself\nreadily to sudden changes and interruptions.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nEntertaining, in any formal sense, was also out of the question, for to\nbe done well it must be done constantly and easily, and the Oliver\nlarder and linen closet did not lend itself to impromptu suppers and\nlong dinners. Susan was too concerned in the manufacture of nourishing\npuddings and soups, too anxious to have thirty little brown stockings\nand twenty little blue suits hanging on the line every Monday morning\nto jeopardize the even running of her domestic machinery with very much", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nhospitality. She loved to have any or all of the Carrolls with her,\nwelcomed Billy's business associates warmly, and three times a year had\nGeorgie and her family come to a one o'clock Sunday dinner, and planned\nfor the comfort of the O'Connors, little and big, with the greatest\npleasure and care. But this was almost the extent of her entertaining\nin these days.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIsabel Furlong had indeed tried to bridge the gulf that lay between\ntheir manners of living, with a warm and sweet insistence that had\nconquered even the home-loving Billy. Isabel had silenced all of\nSusan's objections--Susan must bring the boys; they would have dinner\nwith Isabel's own boy, Alan, then the children could all go to sleep in\nthe Furlong nursery, and the mothers have a chat and a cup of tea\nbefore it was time to dress for dinner. Isabel's car should come all", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, angel dear, I haven't a gown!\" protested Susan.\n\n\"Oh, Sue, just ourselves and Daddy and John's mother!\"\n\n\"I could freshen up my black---\" mused Susan.\n\n\"Of course you could!\" triumphed Isabel. And her enthusiasm carried the\nday. The Olivers went to dine and spend the night with the Furlongs,\nand were afterward sorry.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIn the first place, it was expensive. Susan indeed \"freshened up\" the\nblack gown, but slippers and gloves, a belt and a silk petticoat were\nnew for the occasion. The boys' wardrobes, too, were supplemented with\nvarious touches that raised them nearer the level of young Alan's\nclothes; Billy's dress suit was pressed, and at the last moment there\nseemed nothing to be done but buy a new suitcase--his old one was quite\ntoo shabby.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThe children behaved well, but Susan was too nervous about their\nbehavior to appreciate that until the visit was long over, and the\nexquisite ease and order of Isabel's home made her feel hopelessly\nclumsy, shabby and strange. Her mood communicated itself somewhat to\nBilly, but Billy forgot all lesser emotions in the heat of a discussion\ninto which he entered with Isabel's father during dinner. The old man\nwas interested, tolerant, amused. Susan thought Billy nothing short of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrude, although the meal finished harmoniously enough, and the men made\nan engagement the next morning to see each other again, and thresh out\nthe subject thoroughly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nIsabel kept Susan until afternoon, and strolled with her across the\nroad to show her the pretty house that had been the Wallaces' home, in\nher mother's lifetime, empty now, and ready to lease.\n\nSusan had forgotten what a charming house it really was, bowered in\ngardens, flooded with sunshine, old-fashioned, elegant, comfortable and\nspacious. The upper windows gave on the tree-hidden roofs of San\nRafael's nicest quarter, the hotel, the tennis-courts were but a few\nminutes' walk away.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, if only you dear people could live here, what bliss we'd have!\"\nsighed Isabel.\n\n\"Isabel--it's out of the question! But what's the rent?\"\n\n\"Eighteen hundred---\" submitted Isabel dubiously. \"What do you pay?\"\n\n\"We're buying, you know. We pay six per cent, on a small mortgage.\"\n\n\"Still, you could rent that house?\" Isabel suggested, brightening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, that's so!\" Susan let her fancy play with it. She saw Mart and\nBilly playing here, in this sheltered garden, peeping through the\nhandsome iron fence at horsemen and motor-cars passing by. She saw them\ngrowing up among such princely children as little Alan, saw herself the\nadmired center of a group of women sensible enough to realize that\nyoung Mrs. Oliver was of no common clay.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nThen she smiled and shook her head. She went home depressed and silent,\nvexed at herself because the question of tipping or not tipping\nIsabel's chauffeur spoiled the last half of the trip, and absent-minded\nover Billy's account of the day, and the boys' prayers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nOther undertakings, however, terminated more happily. Susan went with\nBilly to various meetings, somehow found herself in charge of a girls'\ndramatic club, and meeting in a bare hall with a score or two of little\nlaundry-workers, waitresses and factory girls on every Tuesday evening.\nSometimes it was hard to leave the home lamp-light, and come out into\nthe cold on Tuesday evenings, but Susan was always glad she had made\nthe effort when she reached the hall and when her own particular", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe had so recently been a working girl herself that it was easy to\nsettle down among them, easy to ask the questions that brought their\nconfidence, easy to discuss ways and means from their standpoint. Susan\nbecame very popular; the girls laughed with her, copied her, confided\nin her. At the monthly dances they introduced her to their \"friends,\"\nand their \"friends\" were always rendered red and incoherent with\nemotion upon learning that Mrs. Oliver was the wife of Mr. Oliver of\nthe \"Protest.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes Susan took the children to see Virginia, who had long ago\nleft Mary Lou's home to accept a small position in the great\ninstitution for the blind. Virginia, with her little class to teach,\nand her responsibilities when the children were in the refectory and\ndormitory, was a changed creature, busy, important, absorbed. She\nshowed the toddling Olivers the playroom and conservatory, and sent\nthem home with their fat hands full of flowers.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bless their little hearts, they don't know how fortunate they are!\"\nsaid Virginia, saying good-bye to Mart and Billy. \"But _I_ know!\" And\nshe sent a pitiful glance back toward her little charges.\n\nAfter such a visit, Susan went home with a heart too full of gratitude\nfor words. \"God has given us everything in the world!\" she would say to\nBilly, looking across the hearth at him, in the silent happy evening.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nWalking with the children, in the long spring afternoons, Susan liked\nto go in for a moment to see Lydia Lord in the library. Lydia would\nglance up from the book she was stamping, and at the sight of Susan and\nthe children, her whole plain face would brighten. She always came out\nfrom behind her little gates and fences to talk in whispers to Susan,\nalways had some little card or puzzle or fan or box for Mart and Billy.\n\n\"And Mary's well!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well---! You never saw anything like it. Yesterday she was out in the\ngarden from eight o'clock until ten at night! And she's never alone,\neveryone in the neighborhood loves her---!\" Miss Lord would accompany\nthem to the door when they went, wave to the boys through the glass\npanels, and go back to her desk still beaming.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nHappiest of all the times away from home were those Susan spent with\nthe Carrolls, or with Anna in the Hoffmanns' beautiful city home. Anna\ndid not often come to Oakland, she was never for more than a few hours\nout of her husband's sight, but she loved to have Susan and the boys\nwith her. The doctor wanted a glimpse of her between his operations and\nhis lectures, would not eat his belated lunch unless his lovely wife\nsat opposite him, and planned a hundred delights for each of their", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlittle holidays. Anna lived only for him, her color changed at his\nvoice, her only freedom, in the hours when Conrad positively must be\nseparated from her, was spent in doing the things that pleased him,\nvisiting his wards, practicing the music he loved, making herself\nbeautiful in some gown that he had selected for her.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's idolatry, mon Guillaume,\" said Mrs. Oliver, briskly, when she was\ndiscussing the case of the Hoffmanns with her lord. \"Now, I'm crazy\nenough about you, as you well know,\" continued Susan, \"but, at the same\ntime, I don't turn pale, start up, and whisper, 'Oh, it's Willie!' when\nyou happen to come home half an hour earlier than usual. I don't\nstammer with excitement when I meet you downtown, and I don't cry when\nyou--well, yes, I do! I feel pretty badly when you have to be away", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Wait until little Con comes!\" Billy predicted comfortably. \"Then\nthey'll be less strong on the balcony scene!\"\n\n\"They think they want one,\" said Susan wisely, \"but I don't believe\nthey really do!\"\n\nOn the fifth anniversary of her wedding day Susan's daughter was born,\nand the whole household welcomed the tiny Josephine, whose sudden\narrival took all their hearts by storm.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Take your slangy, freckled, roller-skating, rifle-shooting boys and be\noff with you!\" said Susan, over the hour-old baby, to Billy, who had\ncome flying home in mid-morning. \"Now I feel like David Copperfield's\nlandlady, 'at last I have summat I can love!' Oh, the mistakes that you\nWON'T make, Jo!\" she apostrophized the baby. \"The smart, capable,\nself-sufficient way that you'll manage everything!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Do you really want me to take the boys away for a few days?\" asked\nBilly, who was kneeling down for a better view of mother and child.\n\nSusan's eyes widened with instant alarm.\n\n\"Why should you?\" she asked, cool fingers tightening on his.\n\n\"I thought you had no further use for the sex,\" answered Billy meekly.\n\n\"Oh---?\" Susan dimpled. \"Oh, she's too little to really absorb me yet,\"\nshe said. \"I'll continue a sort of superficial interest in the boys\nuntil she's eighteen or so!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSometimes echoes of the old life came to her, and Susan, pondering them\nfor an hour or two, let them drift away from her again. Billy showed\nher the headlines one day that told of Peter Coleman's narrow escape\nfrom death, in his falling airship, and later she learned that he was\nwell again and had given up aeronautics, and was going around the world\nto add to his matchless collection of semi-precious stones. Susan was\nsobered one day to hear of Emily Saunders' sudden death. She sat for a", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nlong time wondering over the empty and wasted life. Mrs. Kenneth\nSaunders, with a smartly clad little girl, was caught by press cameras\nat many fashionable European watering-places; Kenneth spent much of his\ntime in institutions and sanitariums, Susan heard. She heard that he\nworshipped his little girl.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnd one evening a London paper, at which she was carelessly glancing in\na library, while Billy hunted through files nearby for some lost\nreference, shocked her suddenly with the sight of Stephen Bocqueraz's\nname. Susan had a sensation of shame and terror; she shut the paper\nquickly.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nShe looked about her. Two or three young men, hard-working young men to\njudge from appearance, were sitting with her at the long,\nmagazine-strewn table. Gas-lights flared high above them, soft\nfootfalls came and went in the warm, big room. At the desk the\nlibrarian was whispering with two nervous-looking young women. At one\nof the file-racks, Billy stood slowly turning page after page of a heap\nof papers. Susan looked at him, trying to see the kind, keen face from", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nan outsider's viewpoint, but she had to give up the attempt. Every\nlittle line was familiar now, every little expression. William looked\nup and caught her smile and his lips noiselessly formed, \"I love you!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Me?\" said Susan, also without a voice, and with her hand on her heart.\n\nAnd when he said \"Fool!\" and returned grinning to his paper, she opened\nher London sheet and turned to the paragraph she had seen.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNot sensational. Mr. Stephen Bocqueraz, the well-known American writer,\nand Mrs. Bocqueraz, said the paragraph, had taken the house of Mrs.\nBromley Rose-Rogers for the season, and were being extensively\nentertained. Mr. and Mrs. Bocqueraz would thus be near their daughter,\nMiss Julia Bocqueraz, whose marriage to Mr. Guy Harold Wetmore, second\nson of Lord Westcastle, would take place on Tuesday next.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSusan told Billy about it late that night, more because not telling him\ngave the thing the importance inseparable from the fact withheld than\nbecause she felt any especial pang at the opening of the old wound.\n\nThey had sauntered out of the library, well before closing time, Billy\ndelighted to have found his reference, Susan glad to get out into the\ncool summer night.\n\n\"Oysters?\" asked William. Susan hesitated.\n\n\"This doesn't come out of my expenses,\" she stipulated. \"I'm hard-up\nthis week!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, no--no! This is up to me,\" Billy said. So they went in to watch\nthe oyster-man fry them two hot little panfuls, and sat over the coarse\nlittle table-cloth for a long half-hour, contentedly eating and\ntalking. Fortified, they walked home, Susan so eager to interrogate Big\nMary about the children that she reached the orderly kitchen quite\nbreathless.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNot a sound out of any of them was Big Mary's satisfactory report.\nStill their mother ran upstairs. Children had been known to die while\nparents and guardians supposed them to be asleep.\n\nHowever the young Olivers were slumbering safely, and were wide-awake\nin a flash, the boys clamoring for drinks, from the next room,\nJosephine wide-eyed and dewy, through the bars of her crib. Susan sat\ndown with the baby, while Billy opened windows, wound the alarm clock,\nand quieted his sons.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nA full half-hour passed before everything was quiet. Susan found\nherself lying wakeful in the dark. Presently she said:\n\n\"Billy?\"\n\n\"What is it?\" he asked, roused instantly.\n\n\"Why, I saw something funny in the London 'News' to-night,\" Susan\nbegan. She repeated the paragraph. Billy speculated upon it\ninterestedly.\n\n\"Sure, he's probably gone back to his wife,\" said Billy. \"Circumstances\ninfluence us all, you know.\"\n\n\"Do you mean that you don't think he ever meant to get a divorce?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, no, not necessarily! Especially if there was any reason for him to\nget it. I think that, if it had been possible, he would have gotten it.\nIf not, he wouldn't have. Selfish, you know, darned selfish!\"\n\nSusan pondered in silence.\n\n\"I was to blame,\" she said finally.\n\n\"Oh, no, you weren't, not as much as he was--and he knew it!\" Billy\nsaid.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"All sensation has so entirely died out of the whole thing,\" Susan said\npresently, \"that it's just like looking at a place where you burned\nyour hand ten years ago, and trying to remember whether the burn hurt\nworst, or dressing the burn, or curing the burn! I know it was all\nwrong, but at the time I thought it was only convention I was going\nagainst--I didn't realize that one of the advantages of laws is that\nyou can follow them blind, when you've lost all your moorings. You", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\ncan't follow your instincts, but you can remember your rule. I've\nthought a lot about Stephen Bocqueraz in the past few years, and I\ndon't believe he meant to do anything terribly wrong and, as things\nturned out, I think he really did me more good than harm! I'm confident\nthat but for him I would have married Kenneth, and he certainly did\nteach me a lot about poetry, Billy, about art and music, and more than\nthat, about the SPIRIT of art and music and poetry, the sheer beauty of", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nthe world. So I've let all the rest go, like the fever out of a burn,\nand I believe I could meet him now, and like him almost. Does that seem\nvery strange to you? Have you any feeling of resentment?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly was silent.\n\n\"Billy!\" Susan said, in quick uneasiness, \"ARE you angry?\"\n\nAfter a tense moment the regular sound of deep and placid breathing\nanswered her. Billy lay on his back sound asleep.\n\nSusan stared at him a moment in the dimness. Then the absurdity of the\nthing struck her, and she began to laugh.\n\n\"I wonder if, when we get to another world, EVERYTHING we do here will\nseem just ridiculous and funny?\" speculated Susan.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VIII", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nFor their daughter's first Thanksgiving Day the Olivers invited a dozen\nfriends to their Oakland house for dinner; the first really large\ngathering of their married lives.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We have always been too poor, or I haven't been well, or there's been\nsome other good reason for lying low,\" wrote Mrs. Oliver to Mrs.\nCarroll, \"but this year the stork is apparently filling previous\norders, and our trio is well, and we have been blessed beyond all rhyme\nand reason, and want to give thanks. Anna and Conrad and the O'Connors\nhave promised, Jinny will be here, and I'm only waiting to hear from\nyou three to write and ask Phil and Mary and Pillsey and the baby. So", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nDO come--for next year Anna says that it's her turn, and by the year\nafter we may be so prosperous that I'll have to keep two maids, and\nmiss half the fun--it will certainly break my heart if I ever have to\nsay, 'We'll have roast turkey, Jane, and mince pies,' instead of making\nthem myself. PLEASE come, we are dying to see the little cousins\ntogether, they will be simply heavenly---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"There's more than wearing your best dress and eating too much turkey\nto Thanksgiving,\" said Susan to Billy, when they were extending the\ndining-table to its largest proportions on the day before Thanksgiving.\n\"It's just one of those things, like having a baby, that you have to DO\nto appreciate. It's old-fashioned, and homelike, and friendly. Perhaps\nI have a commonplace, middle-class mind, but I do love all this! I love\nthe idea of everyone arriving, and a big fire down here, and Betts and", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nher young man trying to sneak away to the sun-room, and the boys\nsitting in Grandma's lap, and being given tastes of white meat and\nmashed potato at dinnertime. Me to the utterly commonplace, every time!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"When you are commonplace, Sue,\" said her husband, coming out from\nunder the table, where hasps had been absorbing his attention, \"you'll\nbe ready for the family vault at Holy Cross, and not one instant\nbefore!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No, but the consolation is,\" Susan reflected, \"that if this is\nhappiness,--if it makes me feel like the Lord Mayor's wife to have\nthree children, a husband whom most people think is either a saint or a\nfool,--I think he's a little of both, myself!--and a new sun-room built\noff my dining-room,--why, then there's an unexpected amount of\nhappiness in this world! In me--a plain woman, sir, with my hands still\nodorous of onion dressing, and a safety-pin from my daughter's", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbathing-struggle still sticking into my twelve-and-a-half-cent\ngingham,--in me, I say, you behold a contented human creature, who\nconfidently hopes to live to be ninety-seven!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And then we'll have eternity together!\" said the dusty Billy, with an\narm about her.\n\n\"And not a minute too long!\" answered his suddenly serious wife.\n\n\"You absolutely radiate content, Sue,\" Anna said to her wistfully, the\nnext day.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nAnna had come early to Oakland, to have luncheon and a few hours'\ngossip with her hostess before the family's arrival for the six o'clock\ndinner. The doctor's wife reached the gate in her own handsome little\nlimousine, and Susan had shared her welcome of Anna with enthusiasm for\nAnna's loose great sealskin coat.\n\n\"Take the baby and let me try it on,\" said Susan. \"Woman--it is the\nmost gorgeous thing I ever saw!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Conrad says I will need it in the east,--we go after Christmas,\" Anna\nsaid, her face buried against the baby.\n\nSusan, having satisfied herself that what she really wanted, when\nBilly's ship came in, was a big sealskin coat, had taken her guest\nupstairs, to share the scuffle that preceded the boys' naps, and hold\nJosephine while Susan put the big bedroom in order, and laid out the\nlittle white suits for the afternoon.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nNow the two women were sitting together, Susan in a rocker, with her\nsleepy little daughter in the curve of her arm, Anna in a deep low\nchair, with her head thrown back, and her eyes on the baby.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Radiate happiness?\" Susan echoed briskly, \"My dear, you make me\nashamed. Why, there are whole days when I get really snappy and\npeevish,--truly I do! running from morning until night. As for getting\nup in the dead of night, to feed the baby, Billy says I look like\ndesolation--'like something the cat dragged in,' was his latest pretty\ncompliment. But no,\" Susan interrupted herself honestly, \"I won't deny\nit. I AM happy. I am the happiest woman in the world.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yet you always used to begin your castles in Spain with a million\ndollars,\" Anna said, half-wistfully, half-curiously. \"Everything else\nbeing equal, Sue,\" she pursued, \"wouldn't you rather be rich?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Everything else never IS equal,\" Susan answered thoughtfully. \"I used\nto think it was--but it's not! Now, for instance, take the case of\nIsabel Wallace. Isabel is rich and beautiful, she has a good\nhusband,--to me he's rather tame, but probably she thinks of Billy as a\ncave-man, so that doesn't count!--she has everything money can buy, she\nhas a gorgeous little boy, older than Mart, and now she has a girl, two\nor three months old. And she really is a darling, Nance, you never\nliked her particularly---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Only she's honestly and absolutely all of that!\" Susan defended her\neagerly, \"there's no pose! She really is unspoiled and good--my dear,\nif the other women in her set were one-tenth as good as Isabel!\nHowever, to go back. She came over here to spend the day with me, just\nbefore Jo was born, and we had a wonderful day. Billy and I were taking\nour dinners at a boarding-house, for a few months, and Big Mary had\nnothing else to do but look out for the boys in the afternoon. Isabel", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nwatched me giving them their baths, and feeding them their lunches, and\nfinally she said, 'I'd like to do that for Alan, but I never do!' 'Why\ndon't you?' I said. Well, she explained that in the first place there\nwas a splendid experienced woman paid twenty-five dollars a week to do\nit, and that she herself didn't know how to do it half as well. She\nsaid that when she went into the nursery there was a general smoothing\nout of her way before her, one maid handing her the talcum, another", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nrunning with towels, and Miss Louise, as they call her, pleasantly\ndirecting her and amusing Alan. Naturally, she can't drive them all\nout; she couldn't manage without them! In fact, we came to the\nconclusion that you have to be all or nothing to a baby. If Isabel made\nup her mind to put Alan to bed every night say, she'd have to cut out a\nseparate affair every day for it, rush home from cards, or from the\nlinks, or from the matinee, or from tea--Jack wouldn't like it, and she", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"I'd do it, just the same!\" said Anna, \"and I wouldn't have the nurse\nstanding around, either--and yet, I suppose that's not very\nreasonable,\" she went on, after a moment's thought, \"for that's\nConrad's free time. We drive nearly every day, and half the time dine\nsomewhere out of town. And his having to operate at night so much makes\nhim want to sleep in the morning, so that we couldn't very well have a\nbaby in the room. I suppose I'd do as the rest do, pay a fine nurse,", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You have to be poor to get all the fun out of children,\" Susan said.\n\"They're at their very sweetest when they get their clothes off, and\nrun about before their nap, or when they wake up and call you, or when\nyou tell them stories at night.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, Sue, a woman like Mrs. Furlong does NOT have to work so hard,\"\nAnna said decidedly, \"you must admit that! Her life is full of ease and\nbeauty and power--doesn't that count? Doesn't that give her a chance\nfor self-development, and a chance to make herself a real companion to\nher husband?\" \"Well, the problems of the world aren't answered in\nbooks, Nance. It just doesn't seem INTERESTING, or worth while to me!\nShe could read books, of course, and attend lectures, and study", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, it was a corking number. Bill's been asserting for months, you\nknow, that the trouble isn't any more in any special class, it's\nbecause of misunderstanding everywhere. He made the boys wild by saying\nthat when there are as many people at the bottom of the heap reaching\nup, as there are people at the top reaching down, there'll be no more\ntrouble between capital and labor! And last week he had statistics, he\nshowed them how many thousands of rich people are trying--in their", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nentirely unintelligent ways!--to reach down, and--my dear, it was\nreally stirring! You know Himself can write when he tries!--and he\nspoke of the things the laboring class doesn't do, of the way it\neducates its children, of the way it spends its money,--it was as good\nas anything he's ever done, and it made no end of talk!", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"And,\" concluded Susan contentedly, \"we're at the bottom of the heap,\ninstead of struggling up in the world, we're struggling down! When I\ntalk to my girls' club, I can honestly say that I know some of their\ntrials. I talked to a mothers' meeting the other day, about simple\ndressing and simple clothes for children, and they knew I had three\nchildren and no more money than they. And they know that my husband\nbegan his business career as a puddler, just as their sons are", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nbeginning now. In short, since the laboring class can't, seemingly,\nhelp itself, and the upper class can't help it, the situation seems to\nbe waiting for just such people as we are, who know both sides!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"A pretty heroic life, Susan!\" Anna said shaking her head.\n\n\"Heroic? Nothing!\" Susan answered, in healthy denial. \"I like it! I've\neaten maple mousse and guinea-hen at the Saunders', and I've eaten\nliver-and-bacon and rice pudding here, and I like this best. Billy's a\nhero, if you like,\" she added, suddenly, \"Did I tell you about the\nfracas in August?\"\n\n\"Not between you and Billy?\" Anna laughed.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"No-o-o! We fight,\" said Susan modestly, \"when he thinks Mart ought to\nbe whipped and I don't, or when little Billums wipes sticky fingers on\nhis razor strop, but he ain't never struck me, mum, and that's more\nthan some can say! No, but this was really quite exciting,\" Susan\nresumed, seriously. \"Let me see how it began--oh, yes!--Isabel\nWallace's father asked Billy to dinner at the Bohemian Club,--in\nAugust, this was. Bill was terribly pleased, old Wallace introduced him", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"My dear, wait--wait until you hear the full iniquity of that old divil\nof a Wallace! Well, he ordered cocktails, and he 'dear boyed' Bill, and\nthey sat down to dinner. Then he began to taffy the 'Protest,' he said\nthat the railroad men were all talking about it, and he asked Bill what\nhe valued it at. Bill said it wasn't for sale. I can imagine just how\ngraciously he said it, too! Well, old Mr. Wallace laughed, and he said\nthat some of the railroad men were really beginning to enjoy the way", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nBilly pitched into them; he said he had started life pretty humbly\nhimself; he said that he wanted some way of reaching his men just now,\nand he thought that the 'Protest' was the way to do it. He said that it\nwas good as far as it went, but that it didn't go far enough. He\nproposed to work its circulation up into hundreds of thousands, to buy\nit at Billy's figure, and to pay him a handsome salary,--six thousand\nwas hinted, I believe,--as editor, under a five-year contract! Billy", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nasked if the policy of the paper was to be dictated, and he said, no,\nno, everything left to him! Billy came home dazed, my dear, and I\nconfess I was dazed too. Mr. Wallace had said that he wanted Billy, as\na sort of side-issue, to live in San Rafael, so that they could see\neach other easily,--and I wish you could see the house he'd let us have\nfor almost nothing! Then there would be a splendid round sum for the\npaper, thirty or forty thousand probably, AND the salary! I saw myself", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"But, Sue--but, Sue,\" Anna said eagerly, \"Billy would be editor--Billy\nwould be in charge--there would be a contract--nobody could call that\nselling the paper, or changing the policy of the 'Protest'---\"\n\n\"Exactly what I said!\" laughed Susan. \"However, the next morning we\nrushed over to the Cudahys--you remember that magnificent old person\nyou and Conrad met here? That's Clem. And his wife is quite as\nwonderful as he is. And Clem of course tore our little dream to rags---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Oh, HOW?\" Anna exclaimed regretfully.\n\n\"Oh, in every way. He made it betrayal, and selling the birthright.\nBilly saw it at once. As Clem said, where would Billy be the minute\nthey questioned an article of his, or gave him something for insertion,\nor cut his proof? And how would the thing SOUND--a railroad magnate\nowning the 'Protest'?\"\n\n\"He might do more good that way than in any other,\" mourned Anna\nrebelliously, \"and my goodness, Sue, isn't his first duty to you and\nthe children?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Bill said that selling the 'Protest' would make his whole life a\njoke,\" Susan said. \"And now I see it, too. Of course I wept and wailed,\nat the time, but I love greatness, Nance, and I truly believe Billy is\ngreat!\" She laughed at the artless admission. \"Well, you think Conrad\nis great,\" finished Susan, defending herself.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Yes, sometimes I wish he wasn't--yet,\" Anna said, sighing. \"I never\ncooked a meal for him, or had to mend his shirts!\" she added with a\nrueful laugh. \"But, Sue, shall you be content to have Billy slave as he\nis slaving now,\" she presently went on, \"right on into middle-age?\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"He'll always slave at something,\" Susan said, cheerfully, \"but that's\nanother funny thing about all this fuss--the boys were simply WILD with\nenthusiasm when they heard about old Wallace and the 'Protest,' trust\nClem for that! And Clem assured me seriously that they'd have him Mayor\nof San Francisco yet!--However,\" she laughed, \"that's way ahead! But\nnext year Billy is going east for two months, to study the situation in\ndifferent cities, and if he makes up his mind to go, a newspaper", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nsyndicate has offered him enough money, for six articles on the\nsubject, to pay his expenses! So, if your angel mother really will come\nhere and live with the babies, and all goes well, I'm going, too!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Mother would do anything for you,\" Anna said, \"she loves you for\nyourself, and sometimes I think that she loves you for--for Jo, you\nknow, too! She's so proud of you, Sue---\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Well, if I'm ever anything to be proud of, she well may be!\" smiled\nSusan, \"for, of all the influences of my life--a sentence from a talk\nwith her stands out clearest! I was moping in the kitchen one day, I\nforget what the especial grievance was, but I remember her saying that\nthe best of life was service--that any life's happiness may be measured\nby how much it serves!\"\n\nAnna considered it, frowning.\n\n\"True enough of her life, Sue!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"True of us all! Georgie, and Alfie, and Virginia! And Mary Lou,--did\nyou know that they had a little girl? And Mary Lou just divides her\ncapacity for adoration into two parts, one for Ferd and one for\nMarie-Louise!\"\n\n\"Well, you're a delicious old theorist, Sue! But somehow you believe in\nyourself, and you always do me good!\" Anna said laughing. \"I share with\nMother the conviction that you're rather uncommon--one watches you to\nsee what's next!\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"Putting this child in her crib is next, now,\" said Susan flushing, a\nlittle embarrassed. She lowered Josephine carefully on the little\npillow. \"Best--girl--her--mudder--ever--did--HAB!\" said Susan tenderly\nas the transfer was accomplished. \"Come on, Nance!\" she whispered,\n\"we'll go down and see what Bill is doing.\"", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\nSo they went down, to add a score of last touches to the orderly,\nhomelike rooms, to cut grape-fruit and taste cranberry sauce, to fill\nvases with chrysanthemums and ferns, and count chairs for the long\ntable.\n\n\"This is fun!\" said Susan to her husband, as she filled little dishes\nwith nuts and raisins in the pantry and arranged crackers on a plate.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"You bet your life it's fun!\" agreed Billy, pausing in the act of\nopening a jar of olives. \"You look so pretty in that dress, Sue,\" he\nwent on, contentedly, \"and the kids are so good, and it seems dandy to\nbe able to have the family all here! We didn't see this coming when we\nmarried on less than a hundred a month, did we?\"\n\nHe put his arm about her, they stood looking out of the window together.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"We did not! And when you were ill, Billy--and sitting up nights with\nMart's croup!\" Susan smiled reminiscently.\n\n\"And the Thanksgiving Day the milk-bill came in for five months--when\nwe thought we'd been paying it!\"\n\n\"We've been through some TIMES, Bill! But isn't it wonderful to--to do\nit all together--to be married?\"\n\n\"You bet your life it's wonderful,\" agreed the unpoetic William.", "Saturday's Child by Kathleen Norris\n\"It's the loveliest thing in the world,\" his wife said dreamily. She\ntightened his arm about her and spoke half aloud, as if to herself. \"It\nIS the Great Adventure!\" said Susan.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Saturday's Child, by Kathleen Norris\n\n***"]

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https://www.theage.com.au/world/europe/once-were-royals-prince-harry-meghan-to-drop-royal-brand-20200222-p543b4.html

Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand

["Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\nOnce were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to undergo rebrand\nBy Andrew MacAskill\nFebruary 22, 2020 \u2014 9.54am\nLondon: Prince Harry and his wife Meghan have decided not to use the word \"royal\" in their branding after they start a new life in Canada following their decision to step back from royal duties.\nThe decision follows weeks of talks between the couple and the British royal family about how they will present themselves to the world in the future.", "Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\nHarry and Meghan want to build a new life in Canada. Credit:Getty\nThe couple agreed last month with Harry's grandmother, Queen Elizabeth, that they would no longer work as royals after their surprise announcement that they wanted to carve out a \"progressive new role\" which they hope to finance themselves.\n\"It has been agreed that their non-profit organisation, when it is announced this [northern] Spring, will not be named Sussex Royal Foundation,\" a spokeswoman for the couple said.", "Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\n\"The Duke and Duchess of Sussex do not intend to use 'SussexRoyal' in any territory post Spring 2020.\"\nAs things stand, Harry and Meghan use the brand extensively.\nThe couple's Instagram account, which has 11.2 million followers, uses the name SussexRoyal, as does a website set up by the couple which they used to declare they were seeking to be more independent. These will now have to be rebranded.", "Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\nThey also applied to trademark the phrases Sussex Royal and Sussex Royal Foundation for use on books, stationery, clothing such as pyjamas and socks, charity campaigns and the provision of training, sport and social care.\nThe trademark applications that were filed have been removed, the spokeswoman said.", "Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\nThe future role of the couple has been subject of intense public scrutiny in Britain. There has been much debate about the extent to which the couple should be able to commercialise the royal brand while living independently, at least partly abroad.\nEarlier this week, Prince Harry and Meghan announced they will formally step down from their roles as working members of the royal family at the end of March.", "Once were royals: Prince Harry, Meghan to drop 'royal' brand\nHarry has spoken of his sadness at being forced to give up his royal duties, saying there was no other option if he and Meghan, an American actress, were to seek an independent future away from stifling media intrusion.\nUnder the arrangement, Harry will remain a prince and the couple will keep their Duke and Duchess of Sussex titles as they begin a new life split between Britain and North America, where they will spend most of their time."]

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https://www.emerald.com/insight/content/doi/10.1108/eb011195/full/html

The administration of food safety in Scotland

["The administration of food safety in Scotland\nIt is not long since, in Scotland at least, the greater part of the food eaten was simple and unsophisticated. Oatmeal porridge and milk, bread, a very few varieties of breadstuffs (such as oatcake and scones), fish, home\u2010killed meat, with rough dainties in the shape of black and white puddings, were the common food of most people. Thousands of forms in which food is presented to\u2010day, from homogenised milk to meat extract, did not exist", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nAlong with a multitude of developments in the form in which food was presented to the public came a great number of manipulations. Some of these, like the cooling of milk after production, were laudable; some, like the freezing of meat for importation, were inevitable; and many others, such as preservation with chemicals, were of doubtful necessity, and in any case required careful watching. In the first half of the nineteenth century, and before it, adulterations of food were gross and dangerous", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nIt is doubtful, however, whether the danger to health involved in specific infections of food was realised till much later. It is on the lines of minimising or preventing these two dangers that the administration has developed. One series of miscellaneous enactments deals with the prevention of infection or contamination, and another, the Sale of Food and Drugs Acts, 1875 to 1907, is concerned with \u201cthe nature, substance and quality\u201d of articles of food and drink sold", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nMeat and milk, because of their nature and because of the inevitable risks involved in preparation and handling, are specially liable to infection and contamination. The uniform system and standard of meat inspection established in 1923 by the Public Health (Meat) Regulations (Scotland) have functioned well throughout the country", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nIt was comparatively easy to secure the examination of every carcase, and to take all other necessary precautions, in the public slaughterhouses, but the five hundred private slaughterhouses throughout the country presented difficulties", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nThe Regulations, however, by providing for the restriction of hours of slaughter, brought the majority of private slaughterhouses in populous places into line, and the remainder, principally in outlying districts, are visited by officers of the local authorities from time to time. Food inspectors are in constant attendance at the ports, and the import of certain classes of meat and fat is controlled by the Public Health (Oversea Meat) Regulations, 1925", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nIn regard to milk, the Milk and Dairies (Scotland) Act, 1914, a consolidating statute which came into operation on 1st September, 1925, is the principal enactment. The Milk and Dairies (Amendment) Act, 1922, authorised the system of higher\u2010grade milk referred to below", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nIn regard to other foods, the Public Health (Regulations as to Food) Act, 1907, authorises the framing of Regulations for preventing danger to public health from the importation, preparation, storage or distribution of articles of food or drink", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\nThe Unsound Food Regulations, 1925, provide for the inspection of all imported foods, and Section 43 of the Public Health (Scotland) Act, 1897, authorises inspection of animals, alive or dead, and articles of food exposed for sale, and the condemnation of any of these if found unfit for the food of man.", "The administration of food safety in Scotland\n(1928), \"British Food Journal Volume 30 Issue 2 1928\", British Food Journal, Vol. 30 No. 2, pp. 11-20. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb011195"]

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https://www.newstatesman.com/archive/2021/06/ns-archive-korean-rehearsal

From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal

["From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nFrom the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\n2 February 1952: If these armies have failed to destroy each other, they have not failed to destroy the country over which they have fought.\nBy Reginald Thompson\n17th March 1954: American soldiers leaping from an armoured personnel carrier during exercises in Korea. (Photo By Three Lions/Getty Images)", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nWhen Japan surrendered at the end of the Second World War, Korea, which had been under occupation since 1910, was divided into two states, with the Soviets in the north and the Americans in the south. In 1948 the occupied zones became two sovereign states, with a socialist state established under Kim Il-Sung in the north and a capitalist state under Syngman Rhee in the south. As both governments claimed to be the sole legitimate government, by 1950 war had broken out again", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nWriting two years into the Korean War, the New Statesman correspondent Reginald Thompson reflected on the destruction caused by decades of conflict and colonisation. Examining the influences of foreign occupation and the changes in warfare tactics throughout the 20th century, Thompson concluded: \u201cWar, as mankind has known it, has ceased to be effective: two world wars have proved this; Korea has added a postscript and underlined the truth.\u201d", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nTwo armies have been intermittently engaged in warfare in Korea since the autumn of 1950, and \u2013 properly, on their respective merits \u2013 have reached a military stalemate. The methods employed have been entirely dissimilar. The one side, highly mechanised and equipped with a wealth of modern weapons, has confined itself largely to roads and inhabited areas, using little more than one-tenth of its manpower as forward troops", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThe other side, lightly armed and without the means directly to counter its opponents, has avoided roads and inhabited areas, and used nine-tenths of its manpower as fighting troops.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIf these armies have failed to destroy each other, they have not failed to destroy the country over which they have fought. This result has been brought about by the mechanised force and its chosen method of \u201ctotal interdiction\u201d", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nAll the major towns of Korea with the exceptions of Taegu and Pusan have suffered the most terrible destruction; the slow and painful efforts at industrialisation have disappeared; roads and railways have been gravely damaged; hundreds of villages have been erased from the face of the earth, and countless people, caught in this dreadful exercise, have been reduced to ashes with their homes, or condemned hopelessly to roam the barren wilderness. Few of them know why.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThe military lessons of this tragedy merit study. Throughout the period from the Inchon landing in September, 1950, to the retreat of the routed Americans from the Chongchon river at the end of November, US troops and transport, guns and ammunition moved unmolested, even by day, over the narrow road channels. Troops seldom deployed off the roads; and camps were not camouflaged", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nOn the sea, scores of warships moved with absolute freedom, able to bring their guns and carrier-borne aircraft to bear in support of ground forces. In the air, fighters and bombers and transport aircraft operated at will, without any precautionary measures, while huge cargoes of supplies were able to move continuously and without protection between the Japanese sea and air bases and the Korean battlefield. Never could modern weapons and \u201ctotal interdiction\u201d have a better chance to prove themselves.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIn this period the Korean war, inasmuch as it was or is a war for the \u201cliberation\u201d of South Korea, was won and lost. I was privileged to be a close observer of the military performance. I followed the US forward troops closely from Inchon across the 38th Parallel and beyond the Chongchon river, and was with the rearguard of the retreat back through Pyongyang to south of the Parallel", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nOn each and every occasion, advance was preceded by air and artillery attack on a very heavy scale, quite out of proportion to the resistance, real or imaginary. It became apparent from the outset that the purpose was to win by these methods alone; to obliterate the enemy. As a war correspondent, I wrote of it as \u201cthe atom mind\u201d and of troops as \u201cthe street cleaners of the new war\u201d", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIn this way Seoul, with its suburb of Yongdung-po, the capital city of South Korea, was shockingly destroyed, and half of its million inhabitants were killed or rendered homeless. The final defence of the city was conducted by not more than 20,000 hurriedly trained North Koreans, who could not muster anything heavier than a mortar in their artillery.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nStep by step on the roads to the North, this method was pursued with results which have been well publicised. On the Chongchon river an American commander remarked to me: \u201cWe have won a whole lot of real estate, but we have not killed many enemy.\u201d In fact, the real estate was in ruins, thousands of civilians had been killed; but the enemy continued to survive in the hills. In short, little had been achieved beyond the destruction of civilian lives and property.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThus in Korea we see the new trend and pattern of warfare for the first time. In the 1914-18 war civilians were included. In the 1939-45 war civilians became equal targets with soldiers. Today civilians have become the main target. That is the meaning of \u201d total interdiction\u201d and the atom bomb carries it to its conclusion\u2026", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nAt this point the Chinese came into the picture and without air support or artillery put the whole mechanised army to headlong flight at a speed and in a manner that must be unique in the annals of war. Again an American commander said to me: \u201cWithout air or artillery they\u2019re making us look a little silly in this Godawful country.\u201d", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nNothing that the Americans have been able to do since has greatly changed the picture, for it is probable that the Chinese inability to exploit their advantages and sustain their pressures is much more due to their own limitations than to the incessant \u201ctotal interdiction\u201d to which they have been, and still are, subjected.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThe lesson of all this, for me at any rate, was that long-range weapons cannot win a war. The US forces in Korea have demonstrated their ability to destroy without military virtue, or the gaining of a decisive advantage over their enemies. They have shown that the most modern implements of destruction are useless to achieve military result, and therefore a political result, without well-trained, well-disciplined and resolute men to follow up, defeat the enemy and consolidate", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThe United States policy of \u201ctotal interdiction\u201d means the blotting out of whole groups of civilians and their means of support. In terms of warfare it is almost meaningless.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nMuch of this was becoming clear in the latter stages of the Second World War. The appalling wastage of vital raw materials and the destruction of industrial plant and house, by all-out bombing was paying very small dividends. Territory had to be won and held: the opposing army had to be destroyed. The bombers brought about great hardship for civilians, and great loss of property, but they could not have encompassed the military defeat of the enemy", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nSoon after the Inchon landing I saw this type of warfare clearly as an attempt to substitute machines for men, and I realised that the atom bomb was but a natural extension of this type of thinking. By the end of November, when the flight from the Chongchon river was in full flood, and the troops and machines were racing back from the North through Pyongyang, it was apparent that this was true", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIt did not occur to anyone that the remedy might be to stand and fight; each mind seemed to spring instantly to the atom bomb. Indeed, it appeared to many of us, American and British observers alike, that this dreadful means of indiscriminate destruction was about to be employed. I have no doubt that in terms of victory it would have been in vain. In terms of liberation it would have been monstrous. In terms of aggression it would have been hideous", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIn terms of civilisation it would have destroyed the meaning of culture and rendered obsolete all prior meanings of the word evil. But it would have been logical, and no more than an extension, greater in degree, of napalm and high explosive.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nThe atom bomb has rendered such things as tanks, artillery and armies ridiculous. It has moved warfare entirely into the civilian sphere, and can achieve the virtual extinction of a country such as Great Britain. War, as mankind has known it, has ceased to be effective: two world wars have proved this; Korea has added a postscript and underlined the truth. In all human reason Hitler should be recorded as the last man to hold, and to attempt to prove, the contrary.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nIn both world wars the winners did not win; in both, the defenders, comparatively unarmed at the outset, defended themselves successfully. It is fair to suppose that a third venture would complete the proof, while probably involving mankind in something near to irretrievable disaster. Regarded as a weapon of \u201cwar\u201d \u2013 as it used to be called while its purposes were still intelligible \u2013 the atom bomb is an \u201cobsolete\u201d weapon.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nI am not a pacifist: in war, I have seen thousands of men at their best, and have been perhaps at my best myself. It has been the only period in my life when my services have been required and I have been able to earn a steady living. It is difficult to dislike such a situation", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nAnd my conclusion, after close observation of three very different wars in three continents, is that if we were ever called on to defend this country from attack, in the sense of invasion by its enemies, we need not be defeated: if we wish to defend ourselves we can do so. We could doubtless be extinguished by atom bombs, hydrogen bombs or bacteria; but against such instruments the tank and artillery which now consume with terrible profligacy vitally needed raw materials, would be utterly ineffective", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nDefence would depend on resolution and determination to resist, even if it were only with knives. And do not let us be squeamish about knives: killing discriminately at short range has much more to be said for it than the infliction of blind, purposeless annihilation from a distance.", "From the NS archive: Korean rehearsal\nRead more from the NS archive here and sign up to the weekly \u201cFrom the archive\u201d newsletter here. A selection of pieces spanning the New Statesman\u2019s history has recently been published as \u201cStatesmanship\u201d (Weidenfeld & Nicolson)\nReginald Thompson"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://e-trips.wto.org/en/CouncilMinuteNotifications/Intervention/11030

Council Minute Notifications - Intervention - 11030

["Council Minute Notifications - Intervention - 11030\n201. The representative of the European Communities said that his delegation was prepared to adopt the draft Decision which had been submitted by the Secretariat in March 2002. A number of least-developed country Members had meanwhile expressed concerns on the fact that they would still be required to comply with the mailbox and exclusive marketing rights requirements before 2016. He agreed that exclusive marketing rights were difficult to reconcile with the objectives of paragraph 7 of the Declaration", "Council Minute Notifications - Intervention - 11030\nAlthough they applied for only five years, exclusive marketing rights arguably had effects similar to those of patents. They did not confer the same rights as patents, as they were limited to the right to offer for sale and to sell. However, their practical effect was that they created a situation of a market monopoly for a period of five years during the extended transition period", "Council Minute Notifications - Intervention - 11030\nThis did not match with the spirit of paragraph 7 because generic competition for pharmaceuticals in the beneficiary countries could be hindered even before 2016. On these grounds, he agreed that the exclusive marketing rights requirement could be waived along the lines of the text which had been prepared by the Secretariat. 202", "Council Minute Notifications - Intervention - 11030\nOn the other hand, he said that he failed to see how the mailbox provisions could be counter to the fulfilment of the objectives of the Declaration because the only obligation they entailed was to set up a procedure for prospective patent applicants to file a patent application. A mailbox application had to be taken up after the end of the transition period, in 2016 at the earliest. If a patent was then granted, its duration would be limited to the remaining term of protection"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://ghananewspage.com/budget-debate-speaker-suspends-sitting-for-30-minutes-over-absence-of-majority-mps/

Speaker suspends sitting over absence of Majority MPs

["Speaker suspends sitting over absence of Majority MPs\nGeneralNews\nBudget debate: Speaker suspends sitting for 30 minutes over absence of Majority MPs\nThe Speaker of Ghana\u2019s Parliament, Alban Bagbin, has suspended proceedings in the House for 30 minutes awaiting the presence of the Majority side in the main chamber.", "Speaker suspends sitting over absence of Majority MPs\nMembers of Parliament from the governing New Patriotic Party (NPP) have failed to show up for today\u2019s sittings, where the House is expected to conclude the debate on the Budget Statement and Economic Policy of the government for the year ending 31st December 2022.\nWhen the Speaker entered the Chamber on Friday, November 26, 2021, the Minority MPs had filled the House, but the Majority side of the aisle was completely empty.", "Speaker suspends sitting over absence of Majority MPs\nThe Speaker decided to suspend sitting after the Deputy Minority Whip, Ibrahim Ahmed, raised the issue of the absence of the Majority Leadership in the House even though they were together in a meeting within the precincts of Parliament.\nThe Speaker informed the House that he had heard that MPs on the Majority side were in a Caucus meeting, even though he had not been formally communicated to.", "Speaker suspends sitting over absence of Majority MPs\nBefore this, the Minority in Parliament expressed displeasure with the delay in the commencement of the conclusion of the budget debate.\nIt is unclear when the debate will start, hours after the scheduled commencement.\nThe Majority Caucus is also of the view that comments from the Minority should be treated with the contempt it deserves.\nSourceCitinewsroom"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://abcnews.go.com/Lifestyle/wine-dating-american-revolution-discovered-historic-jersey-house/story?id=48563691

Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house

["Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nWine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nMadeira wine from 1796 was found in the wine cellar of now Liberty Hall Museum.\nByKELLY MCCARTHY\nA six-month restoration project at Liberty Hall Museum in Union, N.J., uncovered three cases of Madeira wine dating to 1796 and about 42 demijohns from the 1820s while restoring its wine cellar.\nDavid J. Del Grande/AP", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\n&#151; -- Benjamin Franklin once said, \"Wine makes daily living easier, less hurried, with fewer tensions and more tolerance.\"\nIt seems his opinion may have been popular in the days of the founding fathers -- a New Jersey museum recently discovered wine dating back to about 20 years after the American Revolution.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nDuring a six-month renovation of the wine cellar on the historic grounds of the Liberty Hall Museum, the team found three cases of Madeira wine believed to be from 1796 and an additional 42 demijohns believed to be from the 1820's.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\n\"It's a very large historic house museum originally from 1770 and over the last five to six years we decided to take the house room by room and make repairs and update and evaluate a lot of the structures,\" Bill Schroh, director of museum operations at Liberty Hall Museum at Kean University told ABC News.\n\"We decided to restore the wine cellar, which hadn't been looked over since 1949 and we never could have imagined finding what we did,\" he added.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nClose up of the label on a bottle of 1796 Madeira wine in the cellar at Liberty Hall Museum in New Jersey.\nLiberty Hall Museum\nAccording to Schroh, the museum team found what they believe are revolutionary-era spirits from six different time periods in old wooden crates, covered in dust. They appear to have been shipped to John Kean in Elizabeth, New Jersey.\nThe wine cellar at the Liberty Hall Museum at Kean University in New Jersey.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\n\"It turned out there were three crates of it and inside were bottles labeled 'Robert Lenox of Philadelphia 1796,' when they were first bottled,\" he added. \"The wine had been re-bottled once it came over to America. We also found 42 of large casks, demijohns, covered in wicker, that date back to 1820.\"\n\"We had to do the research, but luckily for us it was all there so we didn't run against a dead end at all,\" Schroh explained. \"We could go even further to find out about Lenox.\"", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nThe museum had the wine tested by The Rare Wine Co., a California-based premier wine merchant, which helped confirm its authenticity and highlighted some of its historical features.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nAccording to the wine company's founder Mannie Berk, Madeira was one of the most prestigious wines in the British colonies. \"By the time of the American Revolution, [Madeira] had become a fortified wine of compelling character, and it was this wine that achieved a place in American popular culture unique in its history,\" Berk wrote in an article for Rare Wine Co.\nDemijohn casks on display at the Liberty Hall Museum in New Jersey.", "Wine dating from the American Revolution era discovered at historic New Jersey house\nAfter the wine cellar renovations were completed, the demijohns, original wooden shipping crates and full bottles of Madeira were put on display inside the museum as part of the exhibit open to the public.\n\"We kept some of it in the antique wine cages, but it's also on display cabinets along with racks and other displays inside the wine cellar. People can come, see it and learn about the history from Colonial times,\" Schroh said."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://sgbv-ihrda.uwazi.io/en/entity/a8idmbvrzw8?file=1654770492260axk2qs1b1g.pdf&page=2

REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault

["REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault\n- 2 - established that it had some softness to the touch which needed following up. The doctor also established that the force that was used was severe. So it would appear that the verdict that was reached by the learned magistrate was proper that the intent here must have been to cause grievous bodily harm. Mr Moorosi appearing before me today argued that the accused is the man who suffered some injuries sometime in the past as the result of which he turned epileptic", "REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault\nI have before me exhibit \"A\", a health book belonging to the accused. In my view it seems that it was kept as a record showing the treatments that the accused has been undergoing in the years 1982 to 1986 or even 1988. The magistrate, although this matter fell within his jurisdiction felt that it should come to this court because he fears that the state of the accused's health might be such that imprisonment will not be proper", "REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault\nBut there was no evidence led before him, after he had found the accused guilty, as to whether the accused would carry the sentence or that his health would not equal the weight prescribed by the minimum penalities Order 44 of 1988. Mr Moorosi was invited by the court to say now what authority should be relied on to support this learned magistrate's fear and he said that there wasn't any authority. I am also aware of none", "REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault\nIt therefore is the duty of the court to impose the penalty which is not lower than that which is prescribed in the law. Indeed the learned Counsel for the crown was also invited for purposes of finding whether this fear by the learned magistrate has any substance. In the circumstances I am afraid the sentence to be imposed is one which is prescribed as the minimum according to the law. Apart from the horror that the little child must have suffered - we are told that the eye got injured and /regard", "REX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989 - Children of tender age - under age of 10 years - Medical evidence - Physical assault\nREX v. Sello Mosoeunyane, 1989\nLatitude: -29.441466138395867\nLesotho: Maseru\nLesotho: High Court, Lesotho\nChildren of tender age - under age of 10 years\nMedical evidence\nPhysical assault\nMale: Boy (under 18)\nMale: Male (Age not specified)\nSello is accused of assault on a 10-year-old, with the intent of causing grievous bodily harm. When questioned, he acknowledges the facts . He is arraigned before the High Court for sentencing. The court finds him guilty, sentences him to 5 years\u2019 imprisonment."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.lohud.com/story/news/local/putnam/2018/06/12/funeral-carmel-police-officer-gary-pietropaolo-jr/693442002/

Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'

["Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nFamily 'proud' of Carmel Police Officer Pietropaolo\nGary Pietropaolo Jr., 29, died last week.\nCARMEL - Whether it was driving cross-country with his fianc\u00e9e or embracing the challenges and opportunities that come with owning his first home at the age of 21, Gary Pietropaolo Jr.'s ambition and passion was driven by family.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nLike his father, he also cherished his law-enforcement colleagues like family, working as a Carmel police officer. That caring, compassionate nature is how Gary Pietropaolo Sr. said he will remember his 29-year-old son, who died last week in a motorcycle crash.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\n\"He was so free-spirited,\" Pietropaolo Sr., a retired Yonkers police officer, told family, friends and officers through tears in St. James the Apostle Church in Carmel today during his son's funeral Mass. \"We are so proud of him to accomplish so much.\"\nWAKE: Mourners honor Carmel police officer\nTRAGEDY: Carmel police officer died 8 days before wedding\nKENT: Carmel police officer dies after motorcycle crash", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nPietropaolo Jr. was set to marry Jacqueline \"Jaci\" Krampitz this Friday. The Carmel High School graduate and Fishkill resident was killed on Thursday, though, after his motorcycle collided with a mail truck on Route 301 in Kent while he was off-duty.\nPietropaolo Sr. joked about how happy his son was to tackle projects at his home with Krampitz, or how he saved gas money while driving cross-country with her in a Toyota Prius.\n\"He loves her with all of his heart,\" Pietropaolo Sr. said.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nPietropaolo Jr. also loved law enforcement, which he joined after graduating from Marist College in 2010 and the Westchester County Police Academy in 2011, his father said. Pietropaolo Jr. worked as a police officer at SUNY New Paltz before joining Carmel in 2016.\n\"We were on a cloud when he graduated (from the police academy),\" Pietropaolo Sr. said.\nPolice officers from more than a dozen departments in Putnam, Westchester and Rockland counties lined up outside the church to honor Pietropaolo Jr.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\n\"The kid was as straight as an arrow,\" his father said. \"It's because of him I'm a better person today. Son, the only thing that will keep me going is knowing that I will see you again someday.\"\nBagpipers played as Pietropaolo Jr.'s casket was led out of church and taken to Fishkill Rural Cemetery, Route 9, Fishkill, for burial.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nMore than a dozen police cruisers lined up on the shoulder of Route 9, beyond the property of Fishkill Rural Cemetery. A giant American flag waved in the wind, hanging off the ladder of a fire truck that was parked at the front of the line of police vehicles.\nPolice escorted scores of cars carrying mourners through the main gate of the cemetery, where they were met with a row of more than 14 officers and police dogs standing at attention along a gravel road.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nPietropaolo Jr.'s casket, which was draped with an American flag, was taken to the cemetery\u2019s mausoleum for a short and quiet prayer service. Carmel police officers solemnly approached the front of the casket after the service, one by one, and saluted Pietropaolo Jr.\nGrieving friends and family were given flowers to place on Pietropaolo Jr.'s casket, and afterward many embraced the immediate family members and offered words of solace.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nStanding outside the church afterward, Carmel Town Supervisor Ken Schmitt said Pietropaolo Jr. loved the town and epitomized what a police officer is all about.\n\"It's a tremendous loss to the town of Carmel,\" said Schmitt, a former Carmel police officer. \"I swore him in. This is the community he wanted to work in. From day one, he made a difference.\"\nThe community has come together to support Pietropaolo Jr.'s family, including raising more than $105,000 for his fianc\u00e9e, through a gofundme page.", "Carmel police officer, 29, remembered as 'free-spirited' and 'proud'\nIn addition to his father and fianc\u00e9e, Pietropaolo Jr. is survived by his mother, Elizabeth (Wellington) Pietropaolo; sisters, Kristin and Maria; and grandmothers, aunts, uncles and cousins. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his memory to the Carmel Police Benevolent Association, P.O. Box 101, Mahopac, N.Y., 10541.\nTwitter: @MattSpillane. Poughkeepsie Journal reporter A.J. Martelli contributed to this report."]

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["The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nThe Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and ...\nPer William James Early BENNETT\nhimself a member of the church of Christ, than he who has never been baptized.", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nThe sacrament of the Lord's Supper is generally denominated by Christians, \"the Sacrament.\" Emphatically so, as being the only one that requires repetition, and the only one upon which any discussion, as just now explained, can arise", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nIt is called \"the Lord's Supper,\" or \"Eucharist.\" Eucharist, from a Greek word, signifying, \"giving thanks,\" which word is found in all the accounts of the institution contained in the scripture; and \"Lord's Supper,\" obviously from its being instituted at the last supper of which our blessed Lord partook with his disciples.* Three of the evangelists, together with the apostle St. Paul, have given a direct account of this sacred ordinance. In that which stands as the first gospel in our bible, St", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\n* The names of this holy sacrament annexed according to date, are thus given by Waterland:\nA.D. 33. Breaking of bread,-Acts ii. 42. 46. Acts xx. 7. 57. Communion,-1 Cor. x. 16.\n57. Lord's Supper.-1 Cor. xi. 20.\n96. Oblation,-Clement of Rome, Justin Martyr, Iren\u00e6us. 104. Sacrament,-Tertullian, Cyprian.\n107. Eucharist,-Ignatius, Justin Martyr.\n150. Sacrifice,-Justin Martyr, Cyprian.\n150. Commemoration,-Justin Martyr, Origen, Eusebius. 249. Passover,-Origen, Hilary, Jerome.\n385. Mass,-Ambrose, &c.", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nhe sat down with the twelve. . . . . . And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to his disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of it; for this is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.\"* The next account is in St", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nMark, as follows: \"And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat; this is my body. And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them: and they all drank of it, and he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many.\"+ The account of St", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nLuke, which is next in order, runs thus : \"And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: This do in remembrance of me. Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you;\"\u2021 where it is to be observed that he makes this remarkable addition to the accounts of St. Matthew and St. Mark: \"This do in remembrance of me.\" Next, the apostle St. Paul gives nearly the same account as St", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nthanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me. After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.\"* Where, in addition to what had before been said by St", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nLuke, the apostle adds the remarkable intimation, that the institution of the Eucharist was to be the means of keeping up the remembrance of Jesus Christ, \"until he come,\" that is, until the end of the world; and that therefore it was a perpetual and never-ceasing symbol, to be borne by the faithful; one by which they might display their faith, one by which the merits of Christ's death might be from time to time vividly set forth, and represented to the world.", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nOur attention has no doubt been directed to one particular circumstance in this collation of the accounts-the silence of the evangelist St. John. This evangelist nowhere formally records the institution: the beloved apostle, who was with his master continually, as his most chosen friend and beloved companion, fails to give any detailed account of this dying command of his Lord. This omission may seem remark\n* 1 Cor. xi. 23, and following verses.", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nable; but upon a little examination, the difficulty is soon cleared up. In order to do this, let us first take St. Matthew's account of those circumstances which were previous, and those which were subsequent, to the institution of the Eucharist, and then compare them with the same circumstances as related by St. John. We shall thus perceive more closely what St. John omits, and where he coincides with the relation of his brother evangelists.*", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nIn the twenty-first chapter of St. Matthew, we find our Saviour entering into Jerusalem upon an ass, and casting out the buyers and sellers from the temple. The intervening chapters between the twenty-first and twenty-sixth are occupied by various parables and prophecies. In the twenty-sixth chapter two days before the Passover, we find Jesus in conversation with his disciples, and the woman pouring the alabaster box of ointment upon his head", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nThen in the seventeenth verse, on the first day of the feast of unleavened bread, we find the disciples asking our Lord where they should prepare the feast of the passover. In the twentieth verse we find him sitting down to meat with the twelve, proclaiming to Judas his knowledge of the treachery meditated against him, and then immediately after, instituting the Eucharist. The accounts given by St. Mark and", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nSt. Luke of the same period of time, namely, between the entry of Christ into Jerusalem, and the institution of the Eucharist, differ but little; St. Luke only mentioning, in addition, the contention of the disciples as to which should be the greatest.* Now, therefore, turning to St. John let us look for his account of the same period of time", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nIn the twelfth chapter we shall find the public entry into Jerusalem, and in the thirteenth chapter we shall find the following description: \"Now before the feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour was come that he should depart out of this world unto the Father, having loved his own which were in the world, he loved them unto the end", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nAnd supper being ended, the devil having now put into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, to betray him.\" Now this expression, \"supper being ended,\" cannot mean the whole of the paschal supper, because we find our Saviour, in a few verses subsequent, adverting to the sop by which the betrayer was distinguished, and this sop must have been given during the supper. The whole of the supper then was not ended", "The Eucharist, Its History, Doctrine, and Practice, with Meditations and Reflections by William James Early BENNETT\nThe truth is, that the paschal supper was observed in two parts, first the eating of unleavened bread and bitter herbs, which was called the antepast, or preparation, and then the actual eating of the paschal lamb. Therefore the ex"]

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The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right

["The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nOne of the most unusual developments in recent years has been the surprising spread of the so-called \"Citizen's Militia Movement\" throughout the country. The Citizen's Militia Movement has been a mainstay of the far-right, radical fringe for some time now, but until recently it was largely confined to anti-tax groups like the Posse Comitatus in South Dakota and white supremacist groups like the Aryan Nations in Idaho. That's no longer the case! - citizen militia units now operate in all 50 states", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSkeptical observers admit that the movement now has at least 10,000 followers nationwide , but a growing number of very informed researchers claim the real figure is closer to 10 million - the difference, presumably, between hard-core activists on the one hand, and \"admirers,\" on the other - people who, given the right political context, could transition rapidly from the fringe to the core .", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe kind of pull the militias have in certain parts of the country was attested to recently in the numbers that attended a series of meetings in Eastern Montana. Daniel Junas, a Seattle-based political researcher and author of \"The Religious Right in Washington State,\" writes, \"In Hamilton (pop. 1,700), at the base of the Bitterroot Mountains dividing Idaho and Montana, 250 people showed up; 200 more gathered in Eureka (pop", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n1,000), ten miles from the Canadian border, and 800 people met in Kalispell, at the foot of Glacier National Park - all this in one weekend.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSam Stanton, a staff writer for the Sacramento Bee, reports that \"... the militia movement is ... a phenomenon that has swept the country so quickly that even its own members are amazed, something one analyst calls 'the fastest growing social movement in the United States'.\" Echoing Stanton, Keith Schneider - in a special for the New York Times - warns that the militias are everywhere now.\nA WHITE, CHRISTIAN AFFAIR", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe evidence that has been gathered on the militias suggests that they are predominantly a lower (economically speaking), middle-class, white phenomenon composed in the main of self-described \"patriotic whites,\" who limit membership in their groups to those who claim to adhere to the Christian faith \"..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nbecause,\" as Dean Compton, a leader of the Shingletown, California militia says, \"that's how the country was founded, as a Christian nation.\" He continues, \"The Mayflower Compact was (created) by Christians and for Christians, and when they said 'God Bless America' they didn't mean 'God bless Gandhi'.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nChristopher John Farley, writing in Times Magazine, agrees; he indicates that the people who seem predisposed to join the militias appear to be precisely those white, \"euro-centric,\" blue-collar workers who feel left behind economically by the affirmative action, free trade and globalization policies the government has championed over the past twenty years", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nFarley writes, \"The members of the larger patriot (i.e., militia) movement are usually family men and women who feel strangled by the economy, abandoned by the government and have a distrust of those in power ...\" - and it's easy to find militia members who will substantiate Farley's analysis. For example, take Jim Barnett a leader of a Florida militia unit; Barnett says, \"The low-life scum that are supposedly representing us in Washington DC don't care about the people back home anymore", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWe're grasping at straws here trying to figure out what we can do to get representation, and this (i.e., the militia) is our answer.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nJunas concurs with both Farley and Schneider. He writes, \"The Patriot movement ... draws its members from a large and growing number of US citizens disaffected from and alienated by a government that seems indifferent, if not hostile, to their interests. This predominantly white, male, and middle - and working-class sector has been buffeted by global economic restructuring, with its attendant job losses, declining real wages and social dislocations", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWhile under economic stress, this sector has also seen its traditional privileges and status challenged by 1960s-style social movements, such as feminism, minority rights, and environmentalism. Someone must be to blame ... (and) the Patriot movement provides the answers ...\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nLiberals and minority groups are aghast at what's happening; they feel threatened by the rage which seems to be driving people like Barnett and Compton - and not without some reason: Stanton reports that \"... there is ... (evidence) that the movement is attracting ... elements from racist or white-separatist backgrounds.\" He continues, \"... civil liberty groups say ... white separatists ... (are using the) militias as cover for their own fundraising and recruiting efforts", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThey say (that) some (are) simply mask(ing) their past when joining or forming a militia group and then start preaching rhetoric that ends up being anti-Semitic or racist.\" The Anti-Defamation League agrees. The League says that \"hate mongers of long-standing\" are already deeply involved in the movement.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), a Montgomery, Alabama group that tracks far right organizations, also concurs. It issued a report in October 1994 that asserted that white supremacist involvement in the militia movement is growing rapidly. However, Mike Reynolds, a leader in the SPLC, says that the supremacists are \"... being very canny about it ... they aren't going around lighting torches and burning crosses at their meetings. They're using code words", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nInstead of talking about the Zionist occupation [the \"ZOG\" (Zionist Occupational Government), in anti-Semitic parlance], they talk about the new world order. It's the same old stuff dressed up for the '90s.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nDavid Helvarg - writing for The Nation - cites the Northwest as a specific example of what's happening; he writes that \"... since January (1994) a new and ... ominous trend has begun to emerge on the hard right ... White separatist veterans of (the) Aryan Nations have begun working with ..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\ngun-rights advocates in the formation of 'armed militias' (in the Northwest).\" Helvarg believes that what's happening in the Northwest is a precursor to what will take place in other parts of the country unless something is done immediately to stop the movement.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nfear that foreign powers, working through organizations like the United Nations and treaties like the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade (now the World Trade Organization), are eroding the power of America as a sovereign nation.\" Specifically, militia members assert that the United States is being subverted from within by a clandestine and sinister cabal of multicultural, multi-racial, \"one world\" New Age elitists dedicated to the destruction of Western Civilization and the Christian religion.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAccording to militia members, the cabal operates out of the United Nations and has been secretly stationing UN troops in isolated areas throughout the country in preparation for the takeover - and some speak in hushed whispers of actually seeing secret highway signs meant to guide UN forces", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIn addition, members believe that the appearance of mysterious formations of \"black helicopters\" in the sky over certain areas of the country is a prelude to the takeover; and that the Federal Emergency Management Agency (F.E.M.A.) is the cabal's principle coordinating agency in the country charged with the responsibility for managing the seizure", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n[It's interesting to note in this connection that an Associated Press release in June of 1997 has confirmed the fact that there is substance to \"black helicopter\" sightings; according to the AP, the \"black helicopters\" are associated with secret Special Forces training designed to prepare U.S. forces for urban warfare. The training has from time to time been carried out on a clandestine basis in the continental U.S", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe AP revelation came as a great embarrassment to liberal critics of conservative conspiracy theorists who had ridiculed militia outrage over this matter.]", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nFor example, in Fort Bragg, California, Mike Howse - a 42-year-old auto body repair shop owner and an interim unit commander of a citizen's militia group - says, \"... the UN. troops and equipment that are in the country ... (are here to) be used to disarm the people ... In fact, that seems to be what they're training for. The government won't give you a figure. We've received figures from people in the military that ... say they know of up to 800,000 here. I don't thing there's that many", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAnd there's more! - on a video promoting patriot ideas, a man who gives his name only as \"Mark from Michigan\" says he fears that America will be subsumed into \"one big, fuzzy, warm planet where nobody has any borders,\" and Samuel Sherwood, head of the United States Militia Association in Blackfoot, Idaho, tells followers that the Clinton Administration is planning to import 100,000 Chinese policemen to take guns away from Americans", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n[\"Mark\" and several others mentioned in this report have since \"passed from the scene\" - and have been replaced by even more radical figures.]", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nJunas warns that militia organizers in Eastern Montana have been \"...encouraging their audiences to form citizens' militias to protect themselves from the impending military threat.\"\nPARANOIA? OR JUSTIFIED ANXIETY?", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nMany \"establishment\" observers, of course, are tempted to write the militia movement off as the product of an unsophisticated \"redneck\" and \"blue collar\" paranoia. But if that's so, it's a paranoia that the \"establishment's\" own proven lies and deceit have helped to fashion over the last thirty years: Watergate, the Pentagon Papers, the Contra fiasco, Irangate, the MIA controversy, etc", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n- deliberate government fabrications (and recognized as such by most civil libertarians)! - lies which have over the years eaten like an acid at the historic trust most \"redneck\" and \"blue collar\" Americans have had for their government.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAs a result, there exists today a basic notion in \"blue collar\" communities throughout the country that the government is simply incapable of telling the truth, and that, therefore, its heated denials regarding F.E.M.A., the \"black helicopters,\" the stationing of UN troops in remote areas, etc. cannot be taken seriously. The plain fact of the matter is, an aura of deceit now surrounds the government and bathes it in a light which is not conducive to engendering trust.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTo a great extent, the origins of this mistrust can be traced back to a single event and a single moment: the morning of November 22, 1963 - the assassination of JFK; specifically, to the government's explanation of that event.\nLIES WHICH HAVE CREATED THE PARANOIA:\nTHE BEGINNING OF IT ALL - THE JFK ASSASSINATION", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWithout question, the unease and discomfort surrounding the government's account of the JFK assassination has done more to undermine the public's confidence in the government than any other single event in the last half of the twentieth century", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIndeed, a November 1994 CBS News poll indicates that 89 percent of the population (up from 52 percent in 1963) now believes that the assassination was the result of an elaborate plot, and 81 percent believe that the government has conspired to hide the truth regarding the assassination from the public", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAnd unless one is prepared to say that 89 percent of the American populace is \"wacko,\" hardly a vote of confidence for democracy, than one is left with the thought that there may indeed be some justification for the anxiety most militia members exhibit toward their government's basic \"truthfulness.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe fact is, the great majority of Americans now believe that the Warren Commission Report was nothing more than a government fabrication - a giant cover-up typical of countless others which have been perpetrated on the American public since - and, despite attempts to quash such thinking by \"responsible authorities,\" there is a good deal of evidence - not all of it generated out of the \"nut circuit\" - which tends to support such a thesis.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nthe FBI to say nothing about a \"conspiracy\" to the commission. O'Neill also expressed \"profound doubts\" as to the Warren Commission's truthfulness.\nFRIGHT & MISTRUST", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSacramento Bee reporter Sam Stanton reports that it is exactly this kind of government subterfuge and duplicity that has essentially produced the anxiety that is driving the conspiratorial belief systems which now seem to surround most of the militias - a suspicion of the government so vast and extensive that many of the militias currently operate as \"cell groups\" analogous to those used by the IRA and other terrorist groups - a stratagem designed to prevent civil authorities from obtaining their membership lists.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nJohn Newman, a former analyst at the National Security Agency concurs with Stanton's thinking. He remarks that essentially what the government has produced by all its lies over the last thirty years is a deep distrust of government by ordinary people - a conviction that the government is simply incapable of telling the truth. Commenting specifically on the government cover-up of the JFK assassination, Newman writes, \"In a sense it doesn't matter to me who killed Kennedy", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWhat matters is whether we're told the truth about it today. If you study recent American history, the lies about Vietnam, Watergate, and on and on, and see the level of cynicism and malaise that's grown up, it's frightening.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nStanton writes, \"These notions that the government may be plotting against its citizens are common among militia members and have helped spur its tremendous growth ... that the United Nations may be preparing to sweep into cities and take over, that FEMA may be used to suspend the Constitution and could arrest people without cause, that so-called \"black helicopters\" used for spying by the government have been spotted nationwide", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIn years past, such talk was largely limited to shadowy anti-government groups such as the Posse Comitatus or others that came to prominence briefly in the 1980s. Today, however, it stems from (the) militias ...\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nMike Reynolds of Klanwatch warns that this kind of paranoia can't be bottled up forever. It's eventually going to result in something - and given the fact that the militias are well armed, that \"something\" could spell disaster. He says, \"... what we're seeing in these militia groups is ... (that they are) extremely paranoid, (and) they're extremely well-armed", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTheir fax messages, their computer (bulletin) board messages are just aiming for violent confrontation, which will happen sooner or later if the paranoia stays up like this.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nStanton believes that two recent events have added fuel to militia tendencies toward violent confrontation with the government: one was the Randy Weaver siege at Ruby Ridge that began August 21, 1992 in the mountains of Idaho. The standoff was precipitated when US. marshals went to the white separatist's cabin to arrest him on a weapons charge - a charge which a court later found was nothing more than a setup - and ended 10 days later after marshals had killed Weaver's wife and son", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe other, which has led to a burning hatred against the government by many militia members, was the attack on the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas for which they blame Janet Reno who, they allege, is nothing more than a \"flaming faggot\" bent on imposing homosexuality and militant feminism on the country at large.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIn both instances, a great many unanswered questions remain - not only in the minds of militia members, but in the minds of countless others, including many civil libertarians - about the government's involvement. Charges of government cover-ups revolve around both attacks - and Weaver's acquittal on most of the government's charges has added fuel to militia anxieties against the government", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nFurthermore, the all-too-obvious \"star chamber\" proceedings against the remaining Branch Davidians have only buttressed militia suspicions - so much so that Linda Thompson, the self-appointed \"Acting Adjutant General of the Unorganized Militia of the USA\" has called for an armed march on Washington to demand an investigation of the Waco siege. Frank Swan, a trucker who is a member of a militia unit in Montana, says, \"The Waco thing really woke me up", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThey went in there and killed women and children.\" Farley writes that the incidents at Waco and Ruby Ridge have helped convince \"... many would-be militia members that the US government is repressive as well as violently antigun and untrustworthy.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe attacks on Randy Weaver and the Branch Davidian compound have convinced most militia members that the government is utterly evil and will stop at nothing in order to carry out its \"One World\" designs - and in this respect the government has done little to allay militia fears with regard to this matter in the clumsy way it has tried to \"cover\" the matter up, as a report by the University of California (Berkeley) laid bare", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nOne of the findings of the report indicated that the government's explanation as to how the fire at the compound began was not truthful - it's not at all the way the mainline media and the government have attempted to portray it. The report says, \" If you don't believe that the residents started the fire, how do you explain the tapes where voices are saying, 'Pour the fuel'", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n? A little over a month before the April 19 fire, FBI tank drivers tried to remove three steel drums that sat on a frame outside of Mt. Carmel's 'southern' wall. In the process, they tipped over those drums, which contained diesel fuel and gasoline. Koresh berated the FBI for using tanks to remove those drums. He believed that the exhaust systems on those tanks threw sparks, and when the tanks passed over the fuel that they'd split, he thought that they were likely to set themselves on fire", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n'Those tanks aren't fireproof, you know', he warned the federal lawmen. The 'pour the fuel' reference-between six and seven o'clock on the morning of April 19, five to six hours before any fire-reflects back on that incident. Koresh and his cronies may have been trying to lay a trap for the tanks. The object was defensive, not suicidal.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThis is the kind of \"stuff\" that drives militia members into fits of rage, and ratchets their paranoia higher and higher. Schneider writes that most militia members believe that the government now aims at \"... utterly crush(ing) all those who resist ... (its 'one world' aspirations).\" Jim Southwell, a 43-year old Montana real estate agent who says he served in the navy in the early 1970s and who is also a militia activist, confirms Schneider's assessment.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nHe says, \"What's driving this movement (i.e., the militia movement) is the lesson being taught by the American government (itself) ... That lesson is that you are not in control of your life, your children, your home. The government is in control. And if you push back, if you cross the government, they will come down on you hard.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nMike Howse, an interim unit commander of a citizen's militia group in Fort Bragg, California says, \"A lot of people I'm sure have called ... (us) paranoid. A couple of years ago I probably would have called it paranoid, too - (but) not any more (after the Weaver and Branch Davidian incidents)\"\nGUN CONTROL: A PLOT BY MULTI-\nCULTURALISTS TO DISARM THE \"GOOD GUYS\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\npatriots were particularly enraged when Congress passed a crime bill last August that banned assault weapons.\" Henry McClain, the leader of a Florida militia unit, complains, \"The Federal Government has taken it upon itself to regulate everything you can think or touch or smell.\" Junas writes, \"The sense of foreboding and resentment of the federal government was compounded by the passage of the Brady Bill (imposing a waiting period and background checks for the purchase of a handgun) followed by the Crime Bill (banning the sale of certain types of assault rifles), For some members, these laws are the federal government's first step in disarming the citizenry, to be followed by the much dreaded United Nations invasion and the imposition of the New World Order.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSchneider writes, \"... Thwarting gun control is (one of) the chief aim of the militias.\" Militia members see the attempt to outlaw automatic weapons as a first step in disarming the public - thereby making resistance to the multicultural, \"one worlders\" impossible. They have taken note of the rather obvious fact that most supporters of gun control are liberal democrats - which they perceive to be nothing more than \"toadies\" and \"bootlickers\" for the elitists at the United Nations.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIt's here that liberals - in attributing opposition to gun control efforts only to the so-called \"gun nuts\" of the National Rifle Association (NRA) - may be greatly underestimating both the breadth and depth of the opposition that now confronts them. It's much more than that; the fact of the matter is that opposition to gun control has spread far beyond the old-line constituency of the National Rifle Association", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSheriffs in several Montana counties who have been actively monitoring militia groups in the state say that hundreds of residents - people who had never before exhibited any interest in guns - began attending militia organization meetings immediately after passage of the Brady bill, which requires a five-day waiting period for handgun sales", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIt's the same in Michigan where observers note that new recruits are coming from all walks of life - including small-business owners, executives, auto workers, nurses, etc. What's driving these people is not necessarily a \"love for guns\" as it is fear of the government. And it's not just Montana and Michigan, it's California, Texas, Florida - it's everywhere.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIt's precisely at this point where the interests of the Religious Right and the Citizen Militias intersect: the fear that there exists a hidden and sinister clique of New Age conspiracists which has seized control of the government and is bending national policy to comport to its \"one world,\" New Age, and - ipso facto - anti-Christian and anti-nationalist (i.e., anti-American) schemes. As we indicated in a previous newsletter, take Pat Robertson", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nRobertson writes: \"It is clear to me, beyond any shadow of doubt, that ... there has been a continuity of policy and leadership in the United States that operates the same regardless of which nominee of the major political parties gains access to the White House ...\" Robertson sees this \"continuity of purpose\" as \"... a single thread (which) runs from the White House to the State Department to the Council on Foreign Relations to the Trilateral Commission ...\" Robertson elaborates, \"..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIt is my firm belief that the events of public policy are not the accidents and coincidences we are generally led to believe. They are planned. Further, I do not believe that normal men and women, if left to themselves, would spend a lifetime to form the world into a unified whole in order to control it after it had been so unified. No, impulses of that sort do not spring from the human heart, or for that matter from God's heart", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThey spring, instead, from the depth of something that is evil, neither well intentioned nor benevolent.\" Robertson is, therefore, convinced that behind this \"continuity of policy\" is an unseen and evil confederacy of New Age activists dedicated to the destruction of Western Civilization and the relentless expansion of its own fiendish domain. Robertson elaborates, \"No, there has to be something more", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThere has to be some other power at work which has succeeded in molding and shaping United States public policy toward one clear goal - world government - from generation to successive generation ...\" Robertson warns that the conspiracy aims at \"... a complete redistribution of wealth, the ... (the final) elimination of Christianity ... (and) the deaths of two or three billion people in the Third World by the end of the decade.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThis kind of thinking is precisely what's driving the militias, and indicates just why the Religious Right and the militias are proving to be such a good match for one another. Junas writes, \"(The militia movement) ... is spreading within the Christian Right. In the early 1990s, the Coalition on Revival, an influential national Christian Right networking organization, circulated a 24-plank action plan", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIt advocated the formation of 'a countrywide well-regulated militia according to the US Constitution under the control of the county sheriff and Board of Supervisors'.\" Junas continues, \"In the Midwest, some militias have (particularly) close ties to the Christian Right, particularly the radical wing of the anti-abortion movement. In Wisconsin, Matthew Trewhella, leader of Missionaries to the Preborn, has organized paramilitary training sessions for his church members.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nSchneider writes, \"(While) it's difficult (sometimes) to describe precisely the militia's many (specific) grievances with the government ... they (definitely perceive) ... a threat to national sovereignty and personal liberty (which emanates from the liberal agenda), and members talk gravely about the coming 'New World Order' in which they fear the planet will have one totalitarian government\" - which is, of course, exactly what Robertson, LaHaye and many others in the Religious Right are talking about", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTypical of the Religious Right activists who are now flooding into the militia movement is Norman Olson, pastor of Calvary Baptist Church in Alanson, Michigan and a new Michigan militia leader. He says, \"When we started the militia, I thought it might get big fast. I'd been seeing the uneasiness that people have about their government. It's not a government by the people anymore. It's a government of (liberal) bureaucrats. We are ceasing to be a republic", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTheir (i.e., the militia's) fear is (merely) a response. When people sense danger, they will come together to defend themselves. That's what's happening.\" Olson believes that the militias are the Religious Right's shock troops dedicated to taking back the nation for \"Christ and the church.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nBo Gritz (rhymes with \"bits\") is a former Green Beret and an authentic hero of the Vietnam War whose persona and exploits became the pattern out from which the fictional character of \"Rambo\" was fashioned", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nGritz came to public prominence in the 1980s when he led a number of private missions (some of which - it is alleged - were financed by Ross Perot) in search of POWs he (and Perot) had become convinced the government had callously abandoned in Vietnam and Laos after the withdrawal of US forces in the early 1970s", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAs the movies Rambo I and Rambo II suggest, the seeming unyielding disregard by officials of the US government for those American soldiers supposedly left behind in Vietnam led Gritz (i.e., Rambo) to conclude that something very sinister was afoot - that interests inimical to those of ordinary, patriotic Americans now controlled the government - a view which the overwhelming popularity of Rambo I and Rambo II seems to suggest is widely held by millions of ordinary, every-day, blue collar Americans", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAnd it should be noted here, that it's not just simply the popularity of the movies Rambo I and Rambo II which indicate that most Americans hold views similar to those held by Gritz, most polls indicate the same - despite countless numbers of \"official investigations\" which argue that no appreciable number of Americans were left behind. The fact of the matter is, most Americans believe that the government is not telling the truth - that it's lying. And the reason behind the lies", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n? - that should the truth become known about the POWs and MIAs, Americans would demand war - a war which would destablize the efforts by the \"one worlders\" to implement their \"New World Order.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe pathology at work here is identical to the pathology described above with regard to the JFK assassination - and, like the JFK assassination, there is evidence to suggest that the government has been less than truthful over the years about the POWs and MIAs", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTake, for example, the efforts by one well-known, highly respected Harvard researcher into KGB archives which has yielded a great deal of material which seems to point unswervingly to the conclusion that hundreds, perhaps thousands, of both Vietnam and Korean War prisoners were transported to the Soviet Union - and that the US government not only knew about it, it covered it up", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe government has done little to directly challenge the veracity of the information unearthed - instead it has either ignored it or snubbed it as merely another effort by \"know-nothings\" to exhume an issue that was better left dead and buried. Harvard, an institution of \"know nothings?\" - hardly!", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIndeed, so overwhelming has the evidence become which indicates that the government has been less than candid about Americans left behind in Vietnam (and Korea), that the direction of the various government investigations into the matter have undergone a subtle and rather artful transformation; the object of most of the investigations is no longer, did the government abandon American soldiers in Vietnam? but whether there remain any of those abandoned soldiers left behind that are still alive", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe subtly, however, has not gone unnoticed by Gritz and those in the militia movement, and its callousness has only served to ratchet the fury of Gritz and people like him to new heights of rage and indignation - and it didn't help matters when, as a tangential issue to the Senate hearings, evidence surfaced which suggested that when Eisenhower ended the Korean War, he not only knew that hundreds of Americans prisoners had been left behind in North Korea, he covered it up", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe revelations shocked the committee - and only added fuel to concerns that the same fiendish and cruel process was now at work with regard to the Vietnam War MIAs and POWs", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nGritz and thousands like him in blue collar communities around the country - those who have historically done most of the nation's fighting - have been appalled at the thought that the government has been lying to them about such matters - that it seemed ready to leave behind its own soldiers (i.e., the sons and daughters of blue-collar \"slobs\" like them) to rot in wretched prisoner of war camps because to mount an effort to rescue them would risk war and jeopardize the globalization processes which the \"one world elites\" had set in motion", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWhether such a perception of things is in fact right or wrong, one must surely admit that such a thought is horrifying and outrageous.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe effort by people like Gritz and his blue collar followers to come to grips with the government's seeming indifference over the POW / MIA issue and similar questions like globalization, affirmative action, immigration, etc", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nhas led to their growing radicalization - and it isn't as if Gritz and his followers have not sought redress of their grievances through normal political channels; the fact of the matter is, the elites in both the Democratic and Republican party haven't even given them an audience - they've been shut out", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe plain truth is, for whatever reason, the people responsible for setting the agenda for both the Democratic and Republican parties are committed \"globalists\" - and blanch at any effort which they adjudge to be inimical to this process.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nLiberals might not like it, but this is exactly what the \"Patriots\" are talking about - the disconnect between the \"establishment\" and ordinary people. Take one: C.E. VanAvery, who is by no means the \"illiterate bumpkin\" liberals would like to make most militia members out to be: VanAvery writes, \"We discover that we have created, through our own neglect and disinterest, a government in which graft and favoritism is replete", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nOur representatives have come to believe themselves to be independent of the people they represent Indeed, many are incensed that they must throw their support, though faintly, into an issue with which they do not agree, while lamenting to their colleagues that their actions are the result of the people's misguided desires ..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWe discover that the individuals we sent to govern have, first and foremost, sought to secure their positions in government, improve their personal balance sheets, and construct a nobility of patronage for their henchmen and followers", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThey have built themselves nests which offer unregulated banking services, indiscriminate and unchallenged abuse of franking and postal privileges, posts and privileges for their loyal and generous supporters, and seemingly unlimited benefits; all paid for with monies taxed at confiscatory rates from the earners and producers for which this nation was founded ..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nWe discover that our representatives have for decades been building and nurturing a bureaucracy of endless laws and regulations, designed to create a perfect and just society without class, cultural, racial, sexual, or ethnic divisions, and from which they have generously exempted themselves", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThey have sought to tell us how we must live, what we can and cannot do with our property, to what extent we can protect ourselves and our families, and, most arrogantly of all, how we must aid and support our fellow man.\" The obvious question in all this is, what's the real difference here between what VanAvery is saying and what Merry and Kennan are saying", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n? - except to say that both Merry and Kennan have Ph.D.'s behind their names and Van Avery does not. More than that, nothing could be said except to say that maybe Van Avery is a little more eloquent than Merry and Kennan. Liberals are making a big mistake to write the militia off as a bunch of uneducated, empty-headed, blue collar bumpkins. They may indeed be blue collar, and they may not have attended ivy league schools, but they're certainly not empty-headed bumpkins.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe \"establishment\" may - in the end - only have themselves to blame for driving men like Gritz and VanAvery over to the radical right. Why", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n? - because the \"establishment\" in both parties has studiously refused to take these people seriously. Take Gritz, for example. All through the early and mid-1980s he worked tenaciously to gain a hearing within the Republican Party on the matter of the POWs and MIAs; he was rebuffed wherever he went. Finally, he stumbled onto the Populist Party which not only gave him a \"fair hearing,\" but nominated him as their vice-presidential candidate in 1988", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nGritz - who fashions himself as an \"Old-Time\" type of Christian and who by any account was relatively unfamiliar with the political landscape, accepted the nomination as a means of making his voice heard. Unfortunately, in doing so, he had fallen into the wrong crowd. The Populist Party an electoral amalgam of neo-Nazis, the Ku Klux Klan, and other racist and anti-Semitic organizations. His running mate was ex-Klansman David Duke", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAccording to Junas, Gritz has since emerged as one of the principle mentors for the militias - so much so that in the 1992 campaign, he encouraged his supporters to form militias, sparking a huge influx of activists into the movement. The issue which sparked Gritz's plunge into the militia movement was the assault on Ruby Ridge", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nShortly after the FBI siege of the Weaver Compound at Ruby Ridge began, friends of Weaver contacted Gritz and urged him to intervene to protect Weaver and his family from what they had become convinced was a concerted effort by FBI operatives to slaughter the Weaver family. Gritz became so aghast at what was occurring at the Weaver compound that he appeared on the scene and interposed himself as a negotiator between the FBI and Weaver", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nHe eventually convinced Weaver to surrender and end the 11-day standoff. The episode gave Gritz national publicity and made him a hero on the right.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe entrance of people like Pastors Olson and Trewhella, and Bo Gritz into the militia movement has meant a blending of new issues into the mix of older militia grievances like gun control. Schneider singles out three: education (i.e., prayer in the public schools, vouchers, and home schooling), the environment (meaning anti-environmentalism, \"Wise Use,\" etc.), and abortion (meaning pro-life). Schneider concurs, He writes that militia members generally \"..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\n(like) education, abortion, and the environment.\" The merging of these issues (along with their various constituencies) together in the militia movement milieu undoubtedly has grave implications for evangelicals who get mixed up in all this: what it's doing is bringing them into contact with others who - while they may agree with evangelicals insofar as certain political issues are concerned - care little for the message of Jesus Christ to whom evangelicals are devoted.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTake the anti-environmentalists, for example. David Helvarg - writing in The Nation - reports that anti-environmentalists have also been flooding into the militia movement, and that many of them have a penchant towards violence which far surpasses the violence in the anti-abortion movement.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nHelvarg writes, \"While some of the violence is spontaneous in nature and some incidents seem to be the work of professional security agents working for ... industries (which are not complying with environmental laws), the majority of the violence and intimidation occurs in the course of ... (anti-environmental) campaigns in rural and low-income areas of the country.\" Junas writes, \"The appearance of armed militias (connected to the anti-environmental movement) raises the level of tension in ..", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nRick Sieman of the Sahara Club (obviously a parody on the Sierra Club), a Southern California anti-enviro dirt-biker group, brags of members being armed with \"baseball bats\" and \"bad attitudes.\" Sieman claims that \"you can't reason with eco-freaks but you can sure scare them\" - and Sieman is typical of many in the anti-ecology movement! Take what happened to Ellen Gray, an Audoban Society activist in Everett, Washington", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAccording to Gray, a man approached her at a meeting she was attending and placed a hangman's noose on a nearby chair, saying, \"This is a message for you.\" He also distributed cards with a picture of a hangman's noose that said, \"Treason = Death\" on one side, and \"Eco fascists go home\" on the other. The other man told Gray, \"If we can't get you at the ballot box, we'll get you with a bullet.\" These aren't Christians, and most aren't even pretending to be", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIn their own crude parlance, they're just plain \"bad-as-s\" and they don't claim to be anything else. Some of the tactics the Sahara Club engages in are \"Dear Faggot\" letters, arsons, bombings, pet killings, death threats, physical assaults, murder, etc. - and so much so that - according to Andy Kerr, head of Oregon's Natural Resources Council - \"Death threats (now) come with the territory ...\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nAnti-environmentalists are delighted with their new Religious Right allies and have even begun using a rhetoric which seems designed to attract more Religious Right activists; for example, Wise Use, the most prominent of today's anti-environmental groups, now speaks of a \"holy war against the new pagans who worship trees and sacrifice people.\" But the use of such rhetoric has more to do with attracting Religious Right support than it has to do with any kind of \"personal conviction\" regarding Jesus Christ as \"Lord and Savior\" of one's life - after all, it's hard to think of Christ writing \"Dear Faggot letters\" and carrying around a baseball bat to bash in the skulls of \"tree worshippers.\" Helvarg reports that Religious Right activists and anti-environmentalists have begun working closely together in various militia groups active in Montana, Idaho, New Mexico, Washington, eastern Oregon and other parts of the West.", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nHelvarg sees the melding of these two groups in the militia movement as especially \"ominous.\" Helvarg relates that over the last several months some of the militias (who communicate through the \"Paul Revere\" and \"American Patriot\" networks on the Internet) \"... have begun forming three-to-five man 'Autonomous Leadership Units' that look and act suspiciously like terrorist cells.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nTypical of what's going on is the bombing of the US Forest Service office in Carson City, Nevada in March, 1995; the same day a pipe bomb exploded outside a Forest Service facility in Lamoille Canyon. The feds have offered a $25,000 reward for information regarding the bombings, but so far the reward money has elicited little response from Carson City residents", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nIndeed, things have gotten so bad between locals and employees of the federal government in rural areas of Nevada that Forest Service employees there now carry \"how to cope\" cards in case they are arrested by local authorities - and it's not just Nevada; the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) in Idaho has issued \"war-zone guidelines\" to rangers: \"stay in radio contact, travel in pairs, plan escape routes.\"", "The Civilian Militias & The Mythology of the Religious Right\nThe interest by new Citizen Militia members in issues like abortion is particularly alarming to abortion providers. For example, in a September 1994 meeting in Northern California put on by People for the American Way, a group dedicated to fighting the Religious Right, a number of abortion providers expressed great horror at what all this might mean. What all this is tending towards is the development of an armed radical fringe of the Religious Right - sort of like what the IRA is to Sean Fein"]

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Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371

["Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRoman Republic As 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin JANUS GALLEY SHIP NGC i81371\nItem: i81371 Authentic Ancient Coin of. Vergilius, Gargilius and Ogulnius moneyer Bronze As (Semuncial standard) 26mm (9.70 grams) Rome mint, struck circa 86 B.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nReference: Crawford 350a/3e; Sydenham 722d. F 4936278-007 Laureate head of Janus, I above. H / VER \u00b7 GAR \u00b7 OGVL , prow of galley left. Or read the Guide to the Coins of the Roman Republic. In ancient Roman religion and myth, Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, doorways, passages, and endings.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHe is usually depicted as having two faces, since he looks to the future and to the past. It is conventionally thought that the month of January is named for Janus (Ianuarius), but according to ancient Roman farmers' almanacs Juno was the tutelary deity of the month. Janus presided over the beginning and ending of conflict, and hence war and peace. The doors of his temple were open in time of war, and closed to mark the peace", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nJanus had no flamen or specialised priest (sacerdos) assigned to him, but the King of the Sacred Rites (rex sacrorum) himself carried out his ceremonies.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nJanus had a ubiquitous presence in religious ceremonies throughout the year, and was ritually invoked at the beginning of each one, regardless of the main deity honored on any particular occasion. The ancient Greeks had no equivalent to Janus, whom the Romans claimed as distinctively their own.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Roman Republic (Latin: Res Publica Romana) was the period of the ancient Roman civilization when the government operated as a republic. It began with the overthrow of the Roman monarchy, traditionally dated around 509 BC, and its replacement by a government headed by two consuls, elected annually by the citizens and advised by a senate. A complex constitution gradually developed, centered on the principles of a separation of powers and checks and balances.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nExcept in times of dire national emergency, public offices were limited to one year, so that, in theory at least, no single individual could dominate his fellow citizens. Roman provinces on the eve of the assassination of Julius Caesar, 44 BC", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe evolution of the Constitution of the Roman Republic was heavily influenced by the struggle between the patricians, Rome's land-holding aristocracy, who traced their ancestry back to the early history of the Roman kingdom, and the plebeians, the far more numerous citizen-commoners. Over time, the laws that gave patricians exclusive rights to Rome's highest offices were repealed or weakened, and a new aristocracy emerged from among the plebeian class", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe leaders of the Republic developed a strong tradition and morality requiring public service and patronage in peace and war, making military and political success inextricably linked.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDuring the first two centuries of its existence the Republic expanded through a combination of conquest and alliance, from central Italy to the entire Italian peninsula. By the following century it included North Africa, the Iberian Peninsula, Greece, and what is now southern France. Two centuries after that, towards the end of the 1st century BC, it included the rest of modern France, and much of the eastern Mediterranean.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBy this time, despite the Republic's traditional and lawful constraints against any individual's acquisition of permanent political powers, Roman politics was dominated by a small number of Roman leaders, their uneasy alliances punctuated by a series of civil wars. The victor in one of these civil wars, Octavian, reformed the Republic as a Principate, with himself as Rome's \"first citizen\" (princeps).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Senate continued to sit and debate. Annual magistrates were elected as before, but final decisions on matters of policy, warfare, diplomacy and appointments were privileged to the princeps as \"first among equals\" later to be known as imperator due to the holding of imperium, from which the term emperor is derived. His powers were monarchic in all but name, and he held them for his lifetime, on behalf of the Senate and people of Rome", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Roman Republic was never restored, but neither was it abolished, so the exact date of the transition to the Roman Empire is a matter of interpretation. Historians have variously proposed the appointment of Julius Caesar as perpetual dictator in 44 BC, the defeat of Mark Antony at the Battle of Actium in 31 BC, and the Roman Senate's grant of extraordinary powers to Octavian under the first settlement and his adopting the title Augustus in 27 BC, as the defining event ending the Republic.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMany of Rome's legal and legislative structures can still be observed throughout Europe and much of the world in modern nation states and international organizations. Latin, the language of the Romans, has influenced language across parts of Europe and the world. The Constitution of the Roman Republic was an unwritten set of guidelines and principles passed down mainly through precedent. The Roman constitution was not formal or even official. It was largely unwritten, uncodified, and constantly evolving.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Roman Forum, the commercial, cultural, and political center of the city and the Republic which housed the various offices and meeting places of the government. Senate of the Roman Republic. The Senate's ultimate authority derived from the esteem and prestige of the Senate. This esteem and prestige was based on both precedent and custom, as well as the high calibre and prestige of the Senators. The Senate passed decrees, which were called senatus consulta.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThis was officially \"advice\" from the Senate to a magistrate. In practice, however, these were usually obeyed by the magistrates. The focus of the Roman Senate was directed towards foreign policy. Though it technically had no official role in the management of military conflict, the Senate ultimately was the force that oversaw such affairs. Not all those rights were available to every citizen - women could be citizens, but were denied the rights to vote or hold elected office.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAn adult male citizen with the full complement of legal and political rights was called optimo jure. The optimo jure elected their assemblies, whereupon the assemblies elected magistrates, enacted legislation, presided over trials in capital cases, declared war and peace, and forged or dissolved treaties. There were two types of legislative assemblies.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe first was the comitia (\"committees\"), which were assemblies of all optimo jure. The second was the concilia (\"councils\"), which were assemblies of specific groups of optimo jure. Citizens were organized on the basis of centuries and tribes.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe centuries and the tribes would each gather into their own assemblies. The Comitia Centuriata (\"Century Assembly\") was the assembly of the centuries. The president of the Comitia Centuriata was usually a consul. The centuries would vote, one at a time, until a measure received support from a majority of the centuries.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Comitia Centuriata would elect magistrates who had imperium powers (consuls and praetors). Only the Comitia Centuriata could declare war, and ratify the results of a census. It also served as the highest court of appeal in certain judicial cases.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe assembly of the tribes, the Comitia Tributa, was presided over by a consul, and was composed of 35 tribes. The tribes were not ethnic or kinship groups, but rather geographical subdivisions. The order that the thirty-five tribes would vote in was selected randomly by lot. Once a measure received support from a majority of the tribes, the voting would end.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWhile it did not pass many laws, the Comitia Tributa did elect quaestors, curule aediles, and military tribunes. The Plebeian Council was an assembly of plebeians, the non-patrician citizens of Rome, who would gather into their respective tribes. They elected their own officers, plebeian tribunes and plebeian aediles.\nUsually a plebeian tribune would preside over the assembly. This assembly passed most laws, and could also act as a court of appeal.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nSince it was organised on the basis of the tribes, its rules and procedures were nearly identical to those of the Comitia Tributa. Each magistrate was vested with a degree of maior potestas (\"major power\").", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nEach magistrate could veto any action that was taken by a magistrate of an equal or lower rank. Plebeian tribunes and plebeian aediles, on the other hand, were independent of the other magistrates. Magisterial powers, and checks on those powers. Each republican magistrate held certain constitutional powers. Only the People of Rome (both plebeians and patricians) had the right to confer these powers on any individual magistrate.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe most powerful constitutional power was imperium. Imperium was held by both consuls and praetors. Imperium gave a magistrate the authority to command a military force. All magistrates also had the power of coercion. This was used by magistrates to maintain public order.\nWhile in Rome, all citizens had a judgement against coercion. This protection was called provocatio (see below).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMagistrates also had both the power and the duty to look for omens. This power would often be used to obstruct political opponents.\nOne check on a magistrate's power was his collegiality. Each magisterial office would be held concurrently by at least two people. Another such check was provocatio.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nProvocatio was a primordial form of due process. It was a precursor to habeas corpus. This created problems for some consuls and praetors, and these magistrates would occasionally have their imperium extended. In effect, they would retain the powers of the office (as a promagistrate), without officially holding that office. Consuls, Praetors, Censors, Aediles, Quaestors, Tribunes, and Dictators. Of Marius, had been put on full display.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe populares party took full advantage of this opportunity by allying itself with Marius. Several years later, in 88 BC, a Roman army was sent to put down an emerging Asian power, king Mithridates of Pontus. The army, however, was defeated.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOne of Marius' old quaestors, Lucius Cornelius Sulla, had been elected consul for the year, and was ordered by the senate to assume command of the war against Mithridates. Marius, a member of the \" populares \" party, had a tribune revoke Sulla's command of the war against Mithridates. Sulla, a member of the aristocratic (\" optimates \") party, brought his army back to Italy and marched on Rome. Sulla was so angry at Marius' tribune that he passed a law intended to permanently weaken the tribunate", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDuring the period in which the populares party controlled the city, they flouted convention by re-electing Marius consul several times without observing the customary ten-year interval between offices. They also transgressed the established oligarchy by advancing unelected individuals to magisterial office, and by substituting magisterial edicts for popular legislation. Sulla soon made peace with Mithridates.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nSulla and his supporters then slaughtered most of Marius' supporters. Sulla, having observed the violent results of radical popular reforms, was naturally conservative. As such, he sought to strengthen the aristocracy, and by extension the senate. Sulla made himself dictator, passed a series of constitutional reforms, resigned the dictatorship, and served one last term as consul.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHe died in 78 BC. Pompey, Crassus and the Catilinarian Conspiracy. A Roman marble head of Pompey (now found in the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek). In 77 BC, the senate sent one of Sulla's former lieutenants, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus (\"Pompey the Great\"), to put down an uprising in Spain. Around the same time, another of Sulla's former lieutenants, Marcus Licinius Crassus, had just put down the Spartacus led gladiator/slave revolt in Italy", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThey attempted to forge an agreement with the populares party. If both Pompey and Crassus were elected consul in 70 BC, they would dismantle the more obnoxious components of Sulla's constitution. The two were soon elected, and quickly dismantled most of Sulla's constitution. Around 66 BC, a movement to use constitutional, or at least peaceful, means to address the plight of various classes began", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe movement coalesced under an aristocrat named Lucius Sergius Catilina. The movement was based in the town of Faesulae, which was a natural hotbed of agrarian agitation. The rural malcontents were to advance on Rome, and be aided by an uprising within the city. After assassinating the consuls and most of the senators, Catiline would be free to enact his reforms. The conspiracy was set in motion in 63 BC", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe consul for the year, Marcus Tullius Cicero, intercepted messages that Catiline had sent in an attempt to recruit more members. As a result, the top conspirators in Rome (including at least one former consul) were executed by authorisation (of dubious constitutionality) of the senate, and the planned uprising was disrupted.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCicero then sent an army, which cut Catiline's forces to pieces. The most important result of the Catilinarian conspiracy was that the populares party became discredited.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe prior 70 years had witnessed a gradual erosion in senatorial powers. The violent nature of the conspiracy, in conjunction with the senate's skill in disrupting it, did a great deal to repair the senate's image. The Senate, elated by its successes against Catiline, refused to ratify the arrangements that Pompey had made. Pompey, in effect, became powerless. Caesar and Pompey, along with Crassus, established a private agreement, now known as the First Triumvirate", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nUnder the agreement, Pompey's arrangements would be ratified. Caesar would be elected consul in 59 BC, and would then serve as governor of Gaul for five years. Crassus was promised a future consulship. Caesar became consul in 59 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHis colleague, Marcus Calpurnius Bibulus, was an extreme aristocrat. Caesar submitted the laws that he had promised Pompey to the assemblies.\nBibulus attempted to obstruct the enactment of these laws, and so Caesar used violent means to ensure their passage. Caesar was then made governor of three provinces. He facilitated the election of the former patrician Publius Clodius Pulcher to the tribunate for 58 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nClodius set about depriving Caesar's senatorial enemies of two of their more obstinate leaders in Cato and Cicero. Clodius was a bitter opponent of Cicero because Cicero had testified against him in a sacrilege case. Clodius attempted to try Cicero for executing citizens without a trial during the Catiline conspiracy, resulting in Cicero going into self-imposed exile and his house in Rome being burnt down", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nClodius also passed a bill that gave the populace a free grain dole, which had previously just been subsidised. The end of the First Triumvirate. Clodius formed armed gangs that terrorised the city and eventually began to attack Pompey's followers, who in response funded counter-gangs formed by Titus Annius Milo.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe political alliance of the triumvirate was crumbling. Domitius Ahenobarbus ran for the consulship in 55 BC promising to take Caesar's command from him. Eventually, the triumvirate was renewed at Lucca. Pompey and Crassus were promised the consulship in 55 BC, and Caesar's term as governor was extended for five years.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCrassus led an ill-fated expedition with legions led by his son, Caesar's lieutenant, against the Kingdom of Parthia. This resulted in his defeat and death at the Battle of Carrhae. Finally, Pompey's wife, Julia, who was Caesar's daughter, died in childbirth.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThis event severed the last remaining bond between Pompey and Caesar. Beginning in the summer of 54 BC, a wave of political corruption and violence swept Rome. This chaos reached a climax in January of 52 BC, when Clodius was murdered in a gang war by Milo. On 1 January 49 BC, an agent of Caesar presented an ultimatum to the senate", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe ultimatum was rejected, and the senate then passed a resolution which declared that if Caesar did not lay down his arms by July of that year, he would be considered an enemy of the Republic.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOn 7 January of 49 BC, the senate passed a senatus consultum ultimum , which vested Pompey with dictatorial powers. Pompey's army, however, was composed largely of untested conscripts. On 10 January, Caesar crossed the Rubicon with his veteran army (in violation of Roman laws) and marched towards Rome. Caesar's rapid advance forced Pompey, the consuls and the Senate to abandon Rome for Greece. Caesar entered the city unopposed. The period of transition (49-29 BC)", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBy 29 BC, Rome had completed its transition from being a city-state with a network of dependencies, to being the capital of a world empire.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWith Pompey defeated and order restored, Caesar wanted to ensure that his control over the government was undisputed. The powers which he would give himself would ultimately be used by his imperial successors.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHe would assume these powers by increasing his own authority, and by decreasing the authority of Rome's other political institutions. Caesar would hold both the dictatorship and the tribunate, but alternated between the consulship and the proconsulship. In 48 BC, Caesar was given permanent tribunician powers. This made his person sacrosanct, gave him the power to veto the senate, and allowed him to dominate the Plebeian Council", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCaesar then raised the membership of the Senate to 900. This robbed the senatorial aristocracy of its prestige, and made it increasingly subservient to him.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWhile the assemblies continued to meet, he submitted all candidates to the assemblies for election, and all bills to the assemblies for enactment. Thus, the assemblies became powerless and were unable to oppose him. Near the end of his life, Caesar began to prepare for a war against the Parthian Empire. Since his absence from Rome would limit his ability to install his own consuls, he passed a law which allowed him to appoint all magistrates in 43 BC, and all consuls and tribunes in 42 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThis, in effect, transformed the magistrates from being representatives of the people to being representatives of the dictator. Caesar's assassination and the Second Triumvirate.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCaesar was assassinated on March 15, 44 BC. The assassination was led by Gaius Cassius and Marcus Brutus. Most of the conspirators were senators, who had a variety of economic, political, or personal motivations for carrying out the assassination. Many were afraid that Caesar would soon resurrect the monarchy and declare himself king.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOthers feared loss of property or prestige as Caesar carried out his land reforms in favor of the landless classes. Virtually all the conspirators fled the city after Caesar's death in fear of retaliation.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe civil war that followed destroyed what was left of the Republic. After the assassination, Mark Antony formed an alliance with Caesar's adopted son and great-nephew, Gaius Octavian. Along with Marcus Lepidus, they formed an alliance known as the Second Triumvirate. They held powers that were nearly identical to the powers that Caesar had held under his constitution. As such, the Senate and assemblies remained powerless, even after Caesar had been assassinated.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe conspirators were then defeated at the Battle of Philippi in 42 BC. Eventually, however, Antony and Octavian fought against each other in one last battle. Antony was defeated in the naval Battle of Actium in 31 BC, and he committed suicide with his love, Cleopatra. Julius Caesar, from the bust in the British Museum, in Cassell's History of England (1902).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nLife in the Roman Republic revolved around the city of Rome, and its famed seven hills. The city also had several theatres, gymnasiums, and many taverns, baths and brothels. Throughout the territory under Rome's control, residential architecture ranged from very modest houses to country villas, and in the capital city of Rome, to the residences on the elegant Palatine Hill, from which the word \" palace \" is derived. The vast majority of the population lived in the city center, packed into apartment blocks.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMost Roman towns and cities had a forum and temples, as did the city of Rome itself. Aqueducts brought water to urban centers and wine and cooking oil were imported from abroad.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nLandlords generally resided in cities and left their estates in the care of farm managers. To stimulate a higher labour productivity, many landlords freed large numbers of slaves. Beginning in the middle of the 2nd century BC, Greek culture was increasingly ascendant, in spite of tirades against the \"softening\" effects of Hellenised culture. By the time of Augustus, cultured Greek household slaves taught the Roman young (sometimes even the girls).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nGreek sculptures adorned Hellenistic landscape gardening on the Palatine or in the villas, and much of Roman cuisine was essentially Greek. Roman writers disdained Latin for a cultured Greek style.\nMany aspects of Roman culture were borrowed from the Greeks. In architecture and sculpture, the difference between Greek models and Roman paintings are apparent. The chief Roman contributions to architecture were the arch and the dome.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome has also had a tremendous impact on European cultures following it. Its significance is perhaps best reflected in its endurance and influence, as is seen in the longevity and lasting importance of works of Virgil and Ovid. Latin, the Republic's primary language, remains used for liturgical purposes by the Roman Catholic Church, and up to the 19th century was used extensively in scholarly writings in, for example, science and mathematics", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe center of the early social structure was the family, which was not only marked by blood relations but also by the legally constructed relation of patria potestas. The Pater familias was the absolute head of the family; he was the master over his wife, his children, the wives of his sons, the nephews, the slaves and the freedmen, disposing of them and of their goods at will, even putting them to death. Roman law recognised only patrician families as legal entities.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nGenerally, mutilation and murder of slaves was prohibited by legislation. It is estimated that over 25% of the Roman population was enslaved. Roman clad in a toga.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMen typically wore a toga, and women a stola. The woman's stola differed in looks from a toga, and was usually brightly coloured. The cloth and the dress distinguished one class of people from the other class. The tunic worn by plebeians, or common people, like shepherds and slaves, was made from coarse and dark material, whereas the tunic worn by patricians was of linen or white wool.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nA knight or magistrate would wear an augusticlavus , a tunic bearing small purple studs. Senators wore tunics with broad red stripes, called tunica laticlavia. Military tunics were shorter than the ones worn by civilians. Boys, up until the festival of Liberalia, wore the toga praetexta , which was a toga with a crimson or purple border. The toga virilis , (or toga pura) was worn by men over the age of 16 to signify their citizenship in Rome", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe toga picta was worn by triumphant generals and had embroidery of their skill on the battlefield. The toga pulla was worn when in mourning. Even footwear indicated a person's social status.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nPatricians wore red and orange sandals, senators had brown footwear, consuls had white shoes, and soldiers wore heavy boots. The Romans also invented socks for those soldiers required to fight on the northern frontiers, sometimes worn in sandals.\nRomans had simple food habits. Staple food was generally consumed at around 11 o'clock, and consisted of bread, salad, cheese, fruits, nuts, and cold meat left over from the dinner the night before.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Roman poet, Horace mentions another Roman favorite, the olive, in reference to his own diet, which he describes as very simple: As for me, olives, endives, and smooth mallows provide sustenance. The family ate together, sitting on stools around a table. Fingers were used to eat solid foods and spoons were used for soups. Wine was considered a staple drink, consumed at all meals and occasions by all classes and was quite cheap.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCato the Elder once advised cutting his rations in half to conserve wine for the workforce. Many types of drinks involving grapes and honey were consumed as well. Drinking on an empty stomach was regarded as boorish and a sure sign for alcoholism, the debilitating physical and psychological effects of which were known to the Romans. An accurate accusation of being an alcoholic was an effective way to discredit political rivals", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nEven Cato the Younger was known to be a heavy drinker. Following various military conquests in the Greek East, Romans adapted a number of Greek educational precepts to their own fledgling system. Physical training to prepare the boys to grow as Roman citizens and for eventual recruitment into the army. Conforming to discipline was a point of great emphasis.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nGirls generally received instruction from their mothers in the art of spinning, weaving, and sewing. Schooling in a more formal sense was begun around 200 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nEducation began at the age of around six, and in the next six to seven years, boys and girls were expected to learn the basics of reading, writing and counting. By the age of twelve, they would be learning Latin, Greek, grammar and literature, followed by training for public speaking. Oratory was an art to be practiced and learnt, and good orators commanded respect. The native language of the Romans was Latin.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAlthough surviving Latin literature consists almost entirely of Classical Latin, an artificial and highly stylised and polished literary language from the 1st century BC, the actual spoken language was Vulgar Latin, which significantly differed from Classical Latin in grammar, vocabulary, and eventually pronunciation. Rome's expansion spread Latin throughout Europe, and over time Vulgar Latin evolved and dialectised in different locations, gradually shifting into a number of distinct Romance languages.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMany of these languages, including French, Italian, Portuguese, Romanian and Spanish, flourished, the differences between them growing greater over time. Although English is Germanic rather than Roman in origin, English borrows heavily from Latin and Latin-derived words. Roman literature was from its very inception influenced heavily by Greek authors. Some of the earliest works we possess are of historical epics telling the early military history of Rome", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nVirgil represents the pinnacle of Roman epic poetry. His Aeneid tells the story of flight of Aeneas from Troy and his settlement of the city that would become Rome. Lucretius, in his On the Nature of Things , attempted to explicate science in an epic poem.\nThe genre of satire was common in Rome, and satires were written by, among others, Juvenal and Persius. The rhetorical works of Cicero are considered to be some of the best bodies of correspondence recorded in antiquity.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn the 3rd century BC, Greek art taken as booty from wars became popular, and many Roman homes were decorated with landscapes by Greek artists. Portrait sculpture during the period utilised youthful and classical proportions, evolving later into a mixture of realism and idealism. Advancements were also made in relief sculptures, often depicting Roman victories. Music was a major part of everyday life.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe word itself derives from Greek (mousike), \"(art) of the Muses\". Many private and public events were accompanied by music, ranging from nightly dining to military parades and manoeuvres", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn a discussion of any ancient music, however, non-specialists and even many musicians have to be reminded that much of what makes our modern music familiar to us is the result of developments only within the last 1,000 years; thus, our ideas of melody, scales, harmony, and even the instruments we use would not be familiar to Romans who made and listened to music many centuries earlier.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOver time, Roman architecture was modified as their urban requirements changed, and the civil engineering and building construction technology became developed and refined. The Roman concrete has remained a riddle, and even after more than 2,000 years some Roman structures still stand magnificently.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe architectural style of the capital city was emulated by other urban centers under Roman control and influence. Roman cities were well planned, efficiently managed and neatly maintained. The city of Rome had a place called the Campus Martius (\"Field of Mars\"), which was a sort of drill ground for Roman soldiers. Later, the Campus became Rome's track and field playground.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn the campus, the youth assembled to play and exercise, which included jumping, wrestling, boxing and racing. Equestrian sports, throwing, and swimming were also preferred physical activities. In the countryside, pastime included fishing and hunting.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBoard games played in Rome included dice (Tesserae or Tali), Roman Chess (Latrunculi), Roman Checkers (Calculi), Tic-tac-toe (Terni Lapilli), and Ludus duodecim scriptorum and Tabula, predecessors of backgammon. There were several other activities to keep people engaged like chariot races, musical and theatrical performances. Roman religious beliefs date back to the founding of Rome, around 800 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHowever, the Roman religion commonly associated with the republic and early empire did not begin until around 500 BC, when Romans came in contact with Greek culture, and adopted many of the Greek religious beliefs. Private and personal worship was an important aspect of religious practices. In a sense, each household was a temple to the gods. Each household had an altar (lararium), at which the family members would offer prayers, perform rites, and interact with the household gods.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMany of the gods that Romans worshiped came from the Proto-Indo-European pantheon, others were based on Greek gods. The two most famous deities were Jupiter (the king God) and Mars (the god of war).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWith its cultural influence spreading over most of the Mediterranean, Romans began accepting foreign gods into their own culture, as well as other philosophical traditions such as Cynicism and Stoicism. The structural history of the Roman military describes the major chronological transformations in the organisation and constitution of the Roman armed forces", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Roman military was split into the Roman army and the Roman navy, although these two branches were less distinct than they tend to be in modern defence forces.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWithin the top-level branches of army and navy, structural changes occurred both as a result of positive military reform and through organic structural evolution. During this period, Roman soldiers seem to have been modelled after those of the Etruscans to the north, who themselves seem to have copied their style of warfare from the Greeks. Traditionally, the introduction of the phalanx formation into the Roman army is ascribed to the city's penultimate king, Servius Tullius (ruled 578 to 534 BC).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nEach subsequent rank consisted of those with less wealth and poorer equipment than the one before it. One disadvantage of the phalanx was that it was only effective when fighting in large, open spaces, which left the Romans at a disadvantage when fighting in the hilly terrain of central Italian peninsula. In the 4th century BC, the Romans abandoned the phalanx in favour of the more flexible manipular formation", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThis change is sometimes attributed to Marcus Furius Camillus and placed shortly after the Gallic invasion of 390 BC; it is more likely, however, that they were copied from Rome's Samnite enemies to the south, possibly as a result of Samnite victories during the Second Samnite War (326 to 304 BC).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDuring this period, an army formation of around 5,000 men (of both heavy and light infantry) was known as a legion. The manipular army was based upon social class, age and military experience. Maniples were units of 120 men each drawn from a single infantry class.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe maniples were typically deployed into three discrete lines based on the three heavy infantry types. Each first line maniple were leather-armoured infantry soldiers who wore a bronze breastplate and a bronze helmet adorned with 3 feathers approximately 30 cm (12 in) in height and carried an iron-clad wooden shield. They were armed with a sword and two throwing spears.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe second infantry line was armed and armoured in the same manner as was the first infantry line. The third infantry line was the last remnant of the hoplite-style (the Greek-style formation used occasionally during the early Republic) troops in the Roman army. They were armed and armoured in the same manner as were the soldiers in the second line, with the exception that they carried a lighter spear", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe three infantry classes may have retained some slight parallel to social divisions within Roman society, but at least officially the three lines were based upon age and experience rather than social class. Young, unproven men would serve in the first line, older men with some military experience would serve in the second line, and veteran troops of advanced age and experience would serve in the third line", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe heavy infantry of the maniples were supported by a number of light infantry and cavalry troops, typically 300 horsemen per manipular legion. The cavalry was drawn primarily from the richest class of equestrians. There was an additional class of troops who followed the army without specific martial roles and were deployed to the rear of the third line. Their role in accompanying the army was primarily to supply any vacancies that might occur in the maniples", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe light infantry consisted of 1,200 unarmoured skirmishing troops drawn from the youngest and lower social classes. They were armed with a sword and a small shield, as well as several light javelins.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome's military confederation with the other peoples of the Italian peninsula meant that half of Rome's army was provided by the Socii, such as the Etruscans, Umbrians, Apulians, Campanians, Samnites, Lucani, Bruttii, and the various southern Greek cities. Polybius states that Rome could draw on 770,000 men at the beginning of the Second Punic War, of which 700,000 were infantry and 70,000 met the requirements for cavalry.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome's Italian allies would be organized in alae , or wings , roughly equal in manpower to the Roman legions, though with 900 cavalry instead of 300. A small navy had operated at a fairly low level after about 300 BC, but it was massively upgraded about forty years later, during the First Punic War.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAfter a period of frenetic construction, the navy mushroomed to a size of more than 400 ships on the Carthaginian (\"Punic\") pattern. Once completed, it could accommodate up to 100,000 sailors and embarked troops for battle. The navy thereafter declined in size. The extraordinary demands of the Punic Wars, in addition to a shortage of manpower, exposed the tactical weaknesses of the manipular legion, at least in the short term", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn 217 BC, near the beginning of the Second Punic War, Rome was forced to effectively ignore its long-standing principle that its soldiers must be both citizens and property owners.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDuring the 2nd century BC, Roman territory saw an overall decline in population, partially due to the huge losses incurred during various wars. This was accompanied by severe social stresses and the greater collapse of the middle classes. As a result, the Roman state was forced to arm its soldiers at the expense of the state, which it had not had to do in the past", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe distinction between the heavy infantry types began to blur, perhaps because the state was now assuming the responsibility of providing standard-issue equipment. In addition, the shortage of available manpower led to a greater burden being placed upon Rome's allies for the provision of allied troops. Eventually, the Romans were forced to begin hiring mercenaries to fight alongside the legions. The legion after the reforms of Gaius Marius (107-27 BC)", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn a process known as the Marian reforms, Roman consul Gaius Marius carried out a programme of reform of the Roman military. In 107 BC, all citizens, regardless of their wealth or social class, were made eligible for entry into the Roman army. This move formalised and concluded a gradual process that had been growing for centuries, of removing property requirements for military service.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe distinction between the three heavy infantry classes, which had already become blurred, had collapsed into a single class of heavy legionary infantry. The heavy infantry legionaries were drawn from citizen stock, while non-citizens came to dominate the ranks of the light infantry.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe army's higher-level officers and commanders were still drawn exclusively from the Roman aristocracy. Unlike earlier in the Republic, legionaries were no longer fighting on a seasonal basis to protect their land. Instead, they received standard pay, and were employed by the state on a fixed-term basis. As a consequence, military duty began to appeal most to the poorest sections of society, to whom a salaried pay was attractive", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nA destabilising consequence of this development was that the proletariat acquired a stronger and more elevated position within the state.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe legions of the late Republic were, structurally, almost entirely heavy infantry. The legion's main sub-unit was called a cohort and consisted of approximately 480 infantrymen.\nThe cohort was therefore a much larger unit than the earlier maniple sub-unit, and was divided into six centuries of 80 men each. Each century was separated further into 10 \"tent groups\" of 8 men each. Legions additionally consisted of a small body, typically 120 men, of Roman legionary cavalry.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe cavalry troops were used as scouts and dispatch riders rather than battlefield cavalry. Legions also contained a dedicated group of artillery crew of perhaps 60 men. Each legion was normally partnered with an approximately equal number of allied (non-Roman) troops. However, the most obvious deficiency of the Roman army remained its shortage of cavalry, especially heavy cavalry", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAs Rome's borders expanded and its adversaries changed from largely infantry-based to largely cavalry-based troops, the infantry-based Roman army began to find itself at a tactical disadvantage, particularly in the East. After having declined in size following the subjugation of the Mediterranean, the Roman navy underwent short-term upgrading and revitalisation in the late Republic to meet several new demands.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nUnder Caesar, an invasion fleet was assembled in the English Channel to allow the invasion of Britannia ; under Pompey, a large fleet was raised in the Mediterranean Sea to clear the sea of Cilician pirates. During the civil war that followed, as many as a thousand ships were either constructed or pressed into service from Greek cities.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe core of the campaign history of the Roman Republican military is the account of the Roman military's land battles. Despite the encompassing of lands around the periphery of the Mediterranean sea, naval battles were typically less significant than land battles to the military history of Rome", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAs with most ancient civilisations, Rome's military served the triple purposes of securing its borders, exploiting peripheral areas through measures such as imposing tribute on conquered peoples, and maintaining internal order. From the outset, Rome's military typified this pattern and the majority of Rome's campaigns were characterised by one of two types", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe first is the territorial expansionist campaign, normally begun as a counter-offensive, in which each victory brought subjugation of large areas of territory. The second is the civil war, of which examples plagued the Roman Republic in its final century. Roman armies were not invincible, despite their formidable reputation and host of victories.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOver the centuries the Romans \" produced their share of incompetents \" who led Roman armies into catastrophic defeats. Nevertheless, it was generally the fate of even the greatest of Rome's enemies, such as Pyrrhus and Hannibal, to win the battle but lose the war. The history of Rome's campaigning is, if nothing else, a history of obstinate persistence overcoming appalling losses.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nEarly Republic (458-274 BC) Early Italian campaigns (458-396 BC). The first Roman republican wars were wars of both expansion and defence, aimed at protecting Rome itself from neighbouring cities and nations and establishing its territory in the region. Initially, Rome's immediate neighbours were either Latin towns and villages, or else tribal Sabines from the Apennine hills beyond", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nOne by one Rome defeated both the persistent Sabines and the local cities that were either under Etruscan control or else Latin towns that had cast off their Etruscan rulers.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome defeated Latin cities in the Battle of Lake Regillus in 496 BC, the Battle of Mons Algidus in 458 BC, the Battle of Corbione in 446 BC, the Battle of Aricia, and an Etruscan city in the Battle of the Cremera in 477 BC. By the end of this period, Rome had effectively completed the conquest of their immediate Etruscan and Latin neighbours, as well as secured their position against the immediate threat posed by the tribespeople of the nearby Apennine hills. Celtic invasion of Italia (390-387 BC)", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBy 390 BC, several Gallic tribes had begun invading Italy from the north as their culture expanded throughout Europe. The Romans were alerted of this when a particularly warlike tribe invaded two Etruscan towns from the north.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThese two towns were not far from Rome's sphere of influence. These towns, overwhelmed by the size of the enemy in numbers and ferocity, called on Rome for help. The Romans met them in pitched battle at the Battle of Allia River around 390-387 BC. The Gauls, under their chieftain Brennus, defeated the Roman army of around 15,000 troops and proceeded to pursue the fleeing Romans back to Rome itself and sacked the city before being either driven off or bought off", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nNow that the Romans and Gauls had bloodied one another, intermittent warfare was to continue between the two in Italy for more than two centuries.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Celtic problem would not be resolved for Rome until the final subjugation of all Gaul by Julius Caesar at the Battle of Alesia in 52 BC. Roman expansion into Italia (343-282 BC). After recovering surprisingly swiftly from the sack of Rome, the Romans immediately resumed their expansion within Italy", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe First Samnite War of between 343 BC and 341 BC was a relatively short affair: the Romans beat the Samnites in two battles, but were forced to withdraw from the war before they could pursue the conflict further due to the revolt of several of their Latin allies in the Latin War.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome bested the Latins in the Battle of Vesuvius and again in the Battle of Trifanum, after which the Latin cities were obliged to submit to Roman rule. The Second Samnite War, from 327 BC to 304 BC, was a much longer and more serious affair for both the Romans and Samnites. The fortunes of the two sides fluctuated throughout its course.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Romans then proved victorious at the Battle of Bovianum and the tide turned strongly against the Samnites from 314 BC onwards, leading them to sue for peace with progressively less generous terms. By 304 BC the Romans had effectively annexed the greater degree of the Samnite territory, founding several colonies. Seven years after their defeat, with Roman dominance of the area looking assured, the Samnites rose again and defeated a Roman army in 298 BC, to open the Third Samnite War", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWith this success in hand they managed to bring together a coalition of several previous enemies of Rome. In the Battle of Populonia in 282 BC Rome finished off the last vestiges of Etruscan power in the region.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRoute of Pyrrhus of Epirus. By the beginning of the 3rd century, Rome had established itself as a major power on the Italian Peninsula, but had not yet come into conflict with the dominant military powers in the Mediterranean Basin at the time: Carthage and the Greek kingdoms. When a diplomatic dispute between Rome and a Greek colony erupted into open warfare in a naval confrontation, the Greek colony appealed for military aid to Pyrrhus, ruler of the northwestern Greek kingdom of Epirus", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMotivated by a personal desire for military accomplishment, Pyrrhus landed a Greek army of some 25,000 men on Italian soil in 280 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDespite early victories, Pyrrhus found his position in Italy untenable. Rome steadfastly refused to negotiate with Pyrrhus as long as his army remained in Italy. Facing unacceptably heavy losses with each encounter with the Roman army, Pyrrhus withdrew from the peninsula (thus deriving the term \"pyrrhic victory\").", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn 275 BC, Pyrrhus again met the Roman army at the Battle of Beneventum. While Beneventum was indecisive, Pyrrhus realised his army had been exhausted and reduced, by years of foreign campaigns, and seeing little hope for further gains, he withdrew completely from Italy. The conflicts with Pyrrhus would have a great effect on Rome", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome had shown it was capable of pitting its armies successfully against the dominant military powers of the Mediterranean, and that the Greek kingdoms were incapable of defending their colonies in Italy and abroad. Rome quickly moved into southern Italia, subjugating and dividing the Greek colonies.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nNow, Rome effectively dominated the Italian peninsula, and won an international military reputation. Mid-Republic (274-148 BC) Punic Wars (264-146 BC). Theatre of the Punic Wars. The First Punic War began in 264 BC when settlements on Sicily began to appeal to the two powers between which they lay - Rome and Carthage - to solve internal conflicts.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe war saw land battles in Sicily early on, but the theatre shifted to naval battles around Sicily and Africa. Before the First Punic War there was no Roman navy to speak of. The new war in Sicily against Carthage, a great naval power, forced Rome to quickly build a fleet and train sailors. The first few naval battles were catastrophic disasters for Rome.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nHowever, after training more sailors and inventing a grappling engine, a Roman naval force was able to defeat a Carthaginian fleet, and further naval victories followed. The Carthaginians then hired Xanthippus of Carthage, a Spartan mercenary general, to reorganize and lead their army. He managed to cut off the Roman army from its base by re-establishing Carthaginian naval supremacy", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWith their newfound naval abilities, the Romans then beat the Carthaginians in naval battle again at the Battle of the Aegates Islands and leaving Carthage without a fleet or sufficient coin to raise one.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nFor a maritime power the loss of their access to the Mediterranean stung financially and psychologically, and the Carthaginians sued for peace. Continuing distrust led to the renewal of hostilities in the Second Punic War when Hannibal Barca attacked a Spanish town, which had diplomatic ties to Rome. Hannibal then crossed the Italian Alps to invade Italy. Hannibal's successes in Italy began immediately, and reached an early climax at the Battle of Cannae, where 70,000 Romans were killed", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn three battles, the Romans managed to hold off Hannibal but then Hannibal smashed a succession of Roman consular armies. By this time Hannibal's brother Hasdrubal Barca sought to cross the Alps into Italy and join his brother with a second army. Hasdrubal managed to break through into Italy only to be defeated decisively on the Metaurus River", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nUnable to defeat Hannibal himself on Italian soil, the Romans boldly sent an army to Africa under Scipio Africanus with the intention of threatening the Carthaginian capital. Hannibal was recalled to Africa, and defeated at the Battle of Zama. Carthage never managed to recover after the Second Punic War. And the Third Punic War that followed was in reality a simple punitive mission to raze the city of Carthage to the ground", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCarthage was almost defenseless and when besieged offered immediate surrender, conceding to a string of outrageous Roman demands. The Romans refused the surrender, and the city was stormed after a short siege and completely destroyed. Ultimately, all of Carthage's North African and Spanish territories were acquired by Rome. Kingdom of Macedonia, the Greek poleis, and Illyria (215-148 BC)", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome's preoccupation with its war with Carthage provided an opportunity for Philip V of the kingdom of Macedonia, located in the north of the Greek peninsula, to attempt to extend his power westward.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nPhilip sent ambassadors to Hannibal's camp in Italy, to negotiate an alliance as common enemies of Rome. However, Rome discovered the agreement when Philip's emissaries were captured by a Roman fleet. The First Macedonian War saw the Romans involved directly in only limited land operations, but they ultimately achieved their objective of pre-occupying Philip and preventing him from aiding Hannibal", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMacedonia began to encroach on territory claimed by Greek city states in 200 BC and these states pleaded for help from their newfound ally Rome.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome gave Philip an ultimatum that he must submit several parts of Greater Macedonia to Rome and give up his designs on Greece. Philip refused, and Rome declared war starting the Second Macedonian War.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nUltimately, in 197 BC, the Romans decisevely defeated Philip at the Battle of Cynoscephalae, subsequently Macedonia was reduced to a central rump state. Rome now turned its attentions to one of the Greek kingdoms, the Seleucid Empire, in the east. A Roman force defeated the Seleucids at the Battle of Thermopylae and forced them to evacuate Greece. The Romans then pursued the Seleucids beyond Greece, beating them in the decisive engagement of the Battle of Magnesia", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome declared war on Macedonia again, starting the Third Macedonian War. Perseus initially had some success against the Romans. However, Rome responded by simply sending another stronger army. The second consular army decisively defeated the Macedonians at the Battle of Pydna in 168 BC and the Macedonians duly capitulated, ending the Third Macedonian War.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Kingdom of Macedonia was then divided by the Romans into four client republics. The Fourth Macedonian War, fought from 150 BC to 148 BC, was fought against a Macedonian pretender to the throne who was attempting to re-establish the old Kingdom.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Romans swiftly defeated the Macedonians at the Second battle of Pydna. The Achaean League chose this moment to rebel against Roman domination but was swiftly defeated. Corinth was besieged and destroyed in 146 BC, the same year as the destruction of Carthage, which led to the league's surrender.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nLate Republic (147-30 BC) Jugurthine War (111-104 BC). The Jugurthine War of 111-104 BC was fought between Rome and Jugurtha of the North African kingdom of Numidia. It constituted the final Roman pacification of Northern Africa, after which Rome largely ceased expansion on the continent after reaching natural barriers of desert and mountain.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nFollowing Jugurtha's usurpation of the throne of Numidia, a loyal ally of Rome since the Punic Wars, Rome felt compelled to intervene. Jugurtha impudently bribed the Romans into accepting his usurpation. Jugurtha was finally captured not in battle but by treachery. The Celtic threat (121 BC) and the new Germanic threat (113-101 BC).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn 121 BC, Rome came into contact with two Celtic tribes (from a region in modern France), both of which they defeated with apparent ease. The Cimbrian War (113-101 BC) was a far more serious affair than the earlier clashes of 121 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Germanic tribes of the Cimbri and the Teutons migrated from northern Europe into Rome's northern territories, and clashed with Rome and her allies. At the Battle of Aquae Sextiae and the Battle of Vercellae both tribes were virtually annihilated, which ended the threat. The extensive campaigning abroad by Roman generals, and the rewarding of soldiers with plunder on these campaigns, led to a general trend of soldiers becoming increasingly loyal to their generals rather than to the state.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nRome was also plagued by several slave uprisings during this period, in part because vast tracts of land had been given over to slave farming in which the slaves greatly outnumbered their Roman masters. In the last century BC at least twelve civil wars and rebellions occurred. This pattern did not break until Octavian (later Caesar Augustus) ended it by becoming a successful challenger to the Senate's authority, and was made princeps (emperor)", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBetween 135 BC and 71 BC there were three \"Servile Wars\" involving slave uprisings against the Roman state. The third and final uprising was the most serious, involving ultimately between 120,000 and 150,000. Slaves under the command of the gladiator Spartacus.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAdditionally, in 91 BC the Social War broke out between Rome and its former allies in Italy over dissent among the allies that they shared the risk of Rome's military campaigns, but not its rewards. Although they lost militarily, the allies achieved their objectives with legal proclamations which granted citizenship to more than 500,000 Italians", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe internal unrest reached its most serious state, however, in the two civil wars that were caused by the consul Lucius Cornelius Sulla at the beginning of 82 BC.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn the Battle of the Colline Gate at the very door of the city of Rome, a Roman army under Sulla bested an army of the Roman Senate and entered the city. Sulla's actions marked a watershed in the willingness of Roman troops to wage war against one another that was to pave the way for the wars which ultimately overthrew the Republic, and caused the founding of the Roman Empire. Conflicts with Mithridates (89-63 BC) and the Cilician pirates (67 BC).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nMithridates the Great was the ruler of Pontus, a large kingdom in Asia Minor (modern Turkey), from 120 to 63 BC. The massacre was the official reason given for the commencement of hostilities in the First Mithradatic War. The Roman general Lucius Cornelius Sulla forced Mithridates out of Greece proper, but then had to return to Italy to answer the internal threat posed by his rival, Gaius Marius. A peace was made between Rome and Pontus, but this proved only a temporary lull", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn the Third Mithridatic War, first Lucius Licinius Lucullus and then Pompey the Great were sent against Mithridates. Mithridates was finally defeated by Pompey in the night-time Battle of the Lycus.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe Mediterranean had at this time fallen into the hands of pirates, largely from Cilicia. Pompey was nominated as commander of a special naval task force to campaign against the pirates. It took Pompey just forty days to clear the western portion of the sea of pirates and restore communication between Iberia (Spain), Africa, and Italy. Caesar's early campaigns (59-50 BC). Map of the Gallic Wars.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nDuring a term as praetor in the Iberian Peninsula (modern Portugal and Spain), Pompey's contemporary Julius Caesar defeated two local tribes in battle. Following his term as consul in 59 BC, he was then appointed to a five-year term as the proconsular Governor of Cisalpine Gaul (current northern Italy), Transalpine Gaul (current southern France) and Illyria (the modern Balkans).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nNot content with an idle governorship, Caesar strove to find reason to invade Gaul, which would give him the dramatic military success he sought. When two local tribes began to migrate on a route that would take them near (not into) the Roman province of Transalpine Gaul, Caesar had the barely sufficient excuse he needed for his Gallic Wars, fought between 58 BC and 49 BC. Caesar defeated large armies at major battles 58 BC and 57 BC", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCaesar then defeated a union of Gauls at the Battle of Alesia, completing the Roman conquest of Transalpine Gaul. By 50 BC, the entirety of Gaul lay in Roman hands. Gaul never regained its Celtic identity, never attempted another nationalist rebellion, and, other than the crisis of the 3rd century, remained loyal to Rome until the fall of the western empire in 476.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nTriumvirates and Caesarian ascension (53-30 BC). By 59 BC an unofficial political alliance known as the First Triumvirate was formed between Gaius Julius Caesar, Marcus Licinius Crassus, and Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus (\"Pompey the Great\") to share power and influence. In 53 BC, Crassus launched a Roman invasion of the Parthian Empire (modern Iraq and Iran).", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAfter initial successes, he marched his army deep into the desert; but here his army was cut off deep in enemy territory, surrounded and slaughtered at the Battle of Carrhae in which Crassus himself perished. The death of Crassus removed some of the balance in the Triumvirate and, consequently, Caesar and Pompey began to move apart", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nWhile Caesar was fighting in Gaul, Pompey proceeded with a legislative agenda for Rome that revealed that he was at best ambivalent towards Caesar and perhaps now covertly allied with Caesar's political enemies. In 51 BC, some Roman senators demanded that Caesar not be permitted to stand for consul unless he turned over control of his armies to the state, which would have left Caesar defenceless before his enemies. Caesar chose civil war over laying down his command and facing trial.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nBy the spring of 49 BC, the hardened legions of Caesar crossed the river Rubicon and swept down the Italian peninsula towards Rome, while Pompey ordered the abandonment of Rome. Afterwards Caesar turned his attention to the Pompeian stronghold of Iberia (modern Spain) but decided to tackle Pompey himself in Greece.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nPompey initially defeated Caesar, but failed to follow up on the victory, and was decisively defeated at the Battle of Pharsalus in 48 BC, despite outnumbering Caesar's forces two to one, albeit with inferior quality troops. Pompey fled again, this time to Egypt, where he was murdered. Pompey's death did not result in an end to the civil war as Caesar's enemies were manifold and continued to fight on", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn 46 BC Caesar lost perhaps as much as a third of his army, but ultimately came back to defeat the Pompeian army of Metellus Scipio in the Battle of Thapsus, after which the Pompeians retreated yet again to Iberia.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nCaesar then defeated the combined Pompeian forces at the Battle of Munda. Caesar was now the primary figure of the Roman state, enforcing and entrenching his powers and his enemies feared that he had ambitions to become an autocratic ruler. Arguing that the Roman Republic was in danger a group of senators hatched a conspiracy and murdered Caesar in the Senate in March 44 BC. Mark Antony, Caesar's lieutenant, condemned Caesar's assassination, and war broke out between the two factions", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAntony was denounced as a public enemy, and Caesar's adopted son and chosen heir, Gaius Octavian, was entrusted with the command of the war against him. At the Battle of Mutina Antony was defeated by the consuls Hirtius and Pansa, who were both killed. Octavian came to terms with Caesarians Antony and Lepidus in 43 BC when the Second Triumvirate was formed. In 42 BC Triumvirs Mark Antony and Octavian fought the Battle of Philippi with Caesar's assassins Brutus and Cassius", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nAlthough Brutus defeated Octavian, Antony defeated Cassius, who committed suicide. Brutus joined him shortly afterwards. However, civil war flared again when the Second Triumvirate of Octavian, Lepidus and Mark Antony failed.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nThe ambitious Octavian built a power base of patronage and then launched a campaign against Mark Antony. At the naval Battle of Actium off the coast of Greece, Octavian decisively defeated Antony and Cleopatra. Octavian was granted a series of special powers including sole \"imperium\" within the city of Rome, permanent consular powers and credit for every Roman military victory, since all future generals were assumed to be acting under his command.", "Roman Republic 86BC Authentic Ancient Rome Coin Janus Galley Ship NGC i81371\nIn 27 BC Octavian was granted the use of the names \"Augustus\" and \"Princeps\" indicating his primary status above all other Romans, and he adopted the title \"Imperator Caesar\" making him the first Roman Emperor. 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Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka

["Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nRamasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd., v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar\nCri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003\nDecided On, 11 December 2003\nAt, High Court of Karnataka\nBy, THE HONOURABLE MR. JUSTICE A.C. KABBIN\nFor the Petitioner: Krishna S. Dixit, Advocate. For the Respondent: --", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nThe revision petitioner is the complainant in CC. No. 462/2001 on the file of the Additional Civil Judge and Chief Judicial Magistrate, Dharwad, in a case filed against a company and its directors alleging an offence punishable under Section 138 of the Negotiable Instruments Act.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nThe case of the complainant is that in the course of transaction between the complainant and accused No. 1-company, a cheque dated 18-1-2000 for Rs. 60,000/- drawn on Malaprabha Grameena Bank, Dharwad Main Branch had been issued by the accused, which cheque, when presented for encashment, was dishonoured on the ground of \"insufficiency of funds\" and that despite service of requisite notice, the accused had failed to pay the amount. The accused No. 1 is a company and the accused Nos", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\n2 to 4 are the directors of the said company. According to the complainant, cheque had been signed by accused No. 2 on behalf of accused No. 1-company.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nThe learned Chief Judicial Magistrate, Dharwad, took cognizance of the matter and after recording the sworn statement of the complainant, directed registration of the case against all the four accused and issuance of notices to them. That was challenged by accused Nos. 3 and 4 before the Sessions Judge, Dharwad and that revision petition No. 225/2001, after transfer to the Fast Track Court, Dharwad, was considered by the learned Presiding Officer. Fast Track Court", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nThe Court found that as regards accused No. 4 (the present respondent) it was not alleged that she was in charge of and responsible to the company for the business of accused No. 1-company and that therefore the learned Chief Judicial Magistrate was not right in directing issuance of process to accused No. 4", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nIn that view of the matter, he allowed in part the revision petition and set aside the order dated 12-6-2003 passed by the learned Additional Chief Judicial Magistrate, so far as it related to the registration of the case against accused No. 4 (the present respondent). That order has been challenged in the present revision petition.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nIt is argued by Sri. Krishna S. Dixit, the learned counsel for the revision petitioner that under Sections 291 and 292 of the Companies Act, the Board of Directors of a Company have been invested with the power of certain transactions and that therefore the accused No. 4 also will have to be regarded as the person responsible for the conduct of the business of the Company. He argues that on that reasoning, the learned Sessions Judge was not right in concluding that accused No", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\n4 (the present respondent) was not liable for prosecution. On a careful reading of Sections 291 and 292 of the Companies Act, it is seen that they are enabling provisions and as regards liability of a director for prosecution for the dishonoured cheque issued on behalf of the concerned company, it has to be shown that such director was, at the time, the offence was committed, responsible to the company for the conduct of the business of the company.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nThe decision in Smt. Deveeramma v. Shivalingappa, ILR 2002 Kant 1026 : (2002 AIR - Kant HCR 2932 : 2002 Cri LJ 374) is cited to show that the High Court declined to quash the proceedings in a similar situation against the director since it was felt that the matter required to be examined on evidence. As observed by this Court in M/s. Hotline Shares and Securities Ltd. v", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nDinesh Ganeshmal Shah, ILR 2002 Kant 3174 : (2002 AIR - Kant HCR 1975 : 2002 Cri LJ 3291), the liability of the directors to repay the loan in cases of the prosecution against the company is purely a matter of evidence, but from the relevant provisions i.e., Sections 138 and 141 of the Negotiable Instruments Act, it is clear that it is only such of the directors who were in charge of and were responsible to the company for conduct of the business of the company, who would be liable to be prosecuted", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\n\"141. Offences by companies. - (1) If the person committing an offence under Section 138 is a company, every person who, at the time the offence was committed, was in charge of, and was responsible to the company for the conduct of the business of the company, as well as the company, shall be deemed to be guilty of the offence and shall be liable to be proceeded against and punished accordingly :", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nProvided that nothing contained in this sub-section shall render any person liable to punishment if he proves that the offence was committed without his knowledge, or that he had exercised all due diligence to prevent the commission of such offence.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\n(2) Notwithstanding anything contained in sub-section (1), where any offence under this Act has been committed by a company and it is proved that the offence has been committed with the consent or connivance of, or is attributable to, any neglect on the part of, any director, manager, secretary or other officer of the company, such director, manager, secretary or other officer shall also be deemed to be guilty of that offence and shall be liable to be proceeded against and punished accordingly.\"", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nProvision similar to Section 141 of the Negotiable Instruments Act are also found under the Prevention of Food Adulteration Act, 1954 and the Supreme Court in Municipal Corporation of Delhi v", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nRam Kishan Rohtagi, AIR 1983 SC 67 : (1983 Cri LJ 159) observed that so far as the Directors are concerned, there was not even a whisper nor a shred of evidence nor anything to show, apart from the presumption drawn by the complainant, that there was any act committed by the Directors from which a reasonable inference could be drawn that they could also be vicariously liable", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nIn the circumstances of the case, the Supreme Court observed that no case against the Directors had been made out ex facie on the allegations made in the complaint; and consequently the order of the High Court quashing the proceedings against them was upheld. In a similar case under the Drugs and Cosmetics Act, the Supreme Court in State of Haryana v", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nBrij Lal Mittal, AIR 1998 SC 2327 : (1998 Cri LJ 3287) has considered the prosecution of directors of a manufacturing company and quashed the proceedings on the ground that there was no allegation to indicate, even prima facie, that those directors were in charge of the company and also responsible to the company for the conduct of the business.", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nIt is therefore clear that liability of a director of a company for prosecution for an offence punishable u/S. 138 of the Negotiable Instruments Act, apart from the company and the person, who signed the cheque, is only if he was in charge of and was responsible to", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\nthe company for the conduct of the business of the company at the time the offence was committed and complainant makes an averment to that effect in the complaint. In the absence of such an averment, the Court cannot take cognizance of the offence against such director. In the present case, it is clear that there was no allegation by the complainant that the accused No", "Ramasita Finance And Investments Pvt. Ltd. v/s Meenakshi Nagappa Halamanavar - Cri.Revn.Petn.No.811 of 2003 - Decided On, 11 December 2003 - High Court of Karnataka\n4 was in charge of and was responsible to the company for the conduct of the business of the company and therefore the learned Presiding Officer, Fast Track Court was right in holding that accused No. 4 was not liable to be prosecuted. For the abovesaid reasons, the revision petition is dismissed at the admission stage itself. Petition dismissed."]

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Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death

["Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nUpdated: 4:59 PM PDT Aug 20, 2012\nGET ENTERTAINMENT NEWS UPDATES\nThe latest entertainment headlines, delivered straight to your email inbox.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nTony Scott loved fast cars, riding fast motorcycles and creating some of the most memorable action sequences of the past quarter century", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHe was even planning a sequel to his hit \"Top Gun.\"Yet, on Sunday, police were removing the director's body from Los Angeles Harbor hours after they say he stopped his car on the towering Vincent Thomas Bridge and jumped.His death stunned friends and fans and left Hollywood buzzing about what could have prompted one of the industry's more successful filmmakers to take an 18-story leap to his death", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nAn autopsy and notes he left for loved ones could help investigators Monday as they hunt for answers.The bridge is a favorite filming location for other action directors, although the 68-year-old Scott apparently never used it for one of his films.Scott, an avid rock climber, directed more than 15 movies, which included such unforgettable sequences as the dog fights of \"Top Gun\" and the raw power of a runaway train in \"Unstoppable.\"As a director and producer, Scott worked with Hollywood's top actors, including Tom Cruise, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Robert Redford and helped influence a generation of action buffs.Cruise, who starred in \"Top Gun\" and confirmed he was working with Scott on a sequel earlier this year, said he'd lost a dear friend", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\n\"He was a creative visionary whose mark on film is immeasurable,\" Cruise wrote in a statement. \"My deepest sorrow and thoughts are with his family at this time.\"Notes to loved ones were found in his car and another location, Coroner's Chief of Operations Craig Harvey said", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nThe death was being treated as a probable suicide, however an autopsy was scheduled for Monday and an official determination may take several days.\"The family asks that their privacy is respected at this time,\" said Simon Halls, a spokesman for Scott and his older brother, Oscar-winning director, Ridley Scott.The bridge where Scott jumped has appeared in \"The Fast and the Furious,\" ''Gone in 60 Seconds,\" ''Charlie's Angels\" and \"To Live and Die in L.A.\" It has been used in filming 13 times since 2011, according to the California Film Commission.Motorist David Silva told the Los Angeles Times that Scott appeared to hesitate before climbing a fence that lines the bridge, and again before leaping off", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHe said fellow motorists at first thought the director was performing an extreme sports stunt, but quickly realized he didn't have a parachute or other safety equipment.The brothers frequently collaborated on movies and their company also produced the successful TV series \"Numb3rs\" and \"The Good Wife.\" CBS, which aired both shows, said \"one of the brightest lights in the industry has gone out.\"Scott, who was born in Great Britain and lived in Beverly Hills, is survived by a wife, actress Donna Scott, who appeared in several of her husband's films, and twin sons", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHe had been planning a sequel \"Top Gun,\" the movie that helped propel him to other big-budget films.Scott often said he got his greatest thrills from filmmaking.\"The biggest edge I live on is directing. That's the most scary, dangerous thing you can do in your life,\" Scott said in an interview for his 1995 naval adventure \"Crimson Tide.\" ''The scariest thing in my life is the first morning of production on all my movies", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nIt's the fear of failing, the loss of face and a sense of guilt that everybody puts their faith in you and not coming through.\"He was the first of the Scott brothers to enjoy blockbuster success with \"Top Gun,\" starring Cruise, the top-grossing film of 1986 at $176 million. Scott teamed with Cruise again four years later on the hit \"Days of Thunder.\"Ridley Scott later surpassed his younger brother's career in terms of hits and accolades, earning an Oscar for \"Gladiator\" and three best director nominations", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nTony Scott never was in the running for an Oscar, and critics often slammed his movies for emphasizing style over substance.He said he gained perspective by mixing things up between film, TV and commercials. \"I like changing the pace of my life, changing my discipline", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nIt gives me ideas for how to see the world differently,\" Scott said in a 2007 interview.His work impacted a generation of actors and filmmakers, who praised him after learning of death Sunday night.\"Shocking and devastating news,\" Christian Slater, who was directed by Scott in the 1993 film \"True Romance,\" wrote on Twitter", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\n\"He was the best and will be greatly missed.\"Gene Hackman, who worked with Scott on \"Crimson Tide\" and \"Enemy of the State,\" said the director \"was always sensitive to the needs of an actor. We've lost a wonderful, creative talent.\"Filmmaker Robert Rodriguez also wrote on Twitter, \"Thanks for the inspiration, advice, encouragement, and the decades of great entertainment.\"Justin Timberlake wrote on the site, \"His movies made growing up more fun for me.\"", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nTony Scott loved fast cars, riding fast motorcycles and creating some of the most memorable action sequences of the past quarter century. He was even planning a sequel to his hit \"Top Gun.\"\nYet, on Sunday, police were removing the director's body from Los Angeles Harbor hours after they say he stopped his car on the towering Vincent Thomas Bridge and jumped.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHis death stunned friends and fans and left Hollywood buzzing about what could have prompted one of the industry's more successful filmmakers to take an 18-story leap to his death. An autopsy and notes he left for loved ones could help investigators Monday as they hunt for answers.\nThe bridge is a favorite filming location for other action directors, although the 68-year-old Scott apparently never used it for one of his films.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nScott, an avid rock climber, directed more than 15 movies, which included such unforgettable sequences as the dog fights of \"Top Gun\" and the raw power of a runaway train in \"Unstoppable.\"\nAs a director and producer, Scott worked with Hollywood's top actors, including Tom Cruise, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Robert Redford and helped influence a generation of action buffs.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nCruise, who starred in \"Top Gun\" and confirmed he was working with Scott on a sequel earlier this year, said he'd lost a dear friend. \"He was a creative visionary whose mark on film is immeasurable,\" Cruise wrote in a statement. \"My deepest sorrow and thoughts are with his family at this time.\"", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nNotes to loved ones were found in his car and another location, Coroner's Chief of Operations Craig Harvey said. The death was being treated as a probable suicide, however an autopsy was scheduled for Monday and an official determination may take several days.\n\"The family asks that their privacy is respected at this time,\" said Simon Halls, a spokesman for Scott and his older brother, Oscar-winning director, Ridley Scott.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nThe bridge where Scott jumped has appeared in \"The Fast and the Furious,\" ''Gone in 60 Seconds,\" ''Charlie's Angels\" and \"To Live and Die in L.A.\" It has been used in filming 13 times since 2011, according to the California Film Commission.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nMotorist David Silva told the Los Angeles Times that Scott appeared to hesitate before climbing a fence that lines the bridge, and again before leaping off. He said fellow motorists at first thought the director was performing an extreme sports stunt, but quickly realized he didn't have a parachute or other safety equipment.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nThe brothers frequently collaborated on movies and their company also produced the successful TV series \"Numb3rs\" and \"The Good Wife.\" CBS, which aired both shows, said \"one of the brightest lights in the industry has gone out.\"\nScott, who was born in Great Britain and lived in Beverly Hills, is survived by a wife, actress Donna Scott, who appeared in several of her husband's films, and twin sons. He had been planning a sequel \"Top Gun,\" the movie that helped propel him to other big-budget films.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nScott often said he got his greatest thrills from filmmaking.\n\"The biggest edge I live on is directing. That's the most scary, dangerous thing you can do in your life,\" Scott said in an interview for his 1995 naval adventure \"Crimson Tide.\" ''The scariest thing in my life is the first morning of production on all my movies. It's the fear of failing, the loss of face and a sense of guilt that everybody puts their faith in you and not coming through.\"", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHe was the first of the Scott brothers to enjoy blockbuster success with \"Top Gun,\" starring Cruise, the top-grossing film of 1986 at $176 million. Scott teamed with Cruise again four years later on the hit \"Days of Thunder.\"\nRidley Scott later surpassed his younger brother's career in terms of hits and accolades, earning an Oscar for \"Gladiator\" and three best director nominations. Tony Scott never was in the running for an Oscar, and critics often slammed his movies for emphasizing style over substance.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\nHe said he gained perspective by mixing things up between film, TV and commercials. \"I like changing the pace of my life, changing my discipline. It gives me ideas for how to see the world differently,\" Scott said in a 2007 interview.\nHis work impacted a generation of actors and filmmakers, who praised him after learning of death Sunday night.", "Hunt for answers in Tony Scott's death\n\"Shocking and devastating news,\" Christian Slater, who was directed by Scott in the 1993 film \"True Romance,\" wrote on Twitter. \"He was the best and will be greatly missed.\"\nGene Hackman, who worked with Scott on \"Crimson Tide\" and \"Enemy of the State,\" said the director \"was always sensitive to the needs of an actor. We've lost a wonderful, creative talent.\"\nFilmmaker Robert Rodriguez also wrote on Twitter, \"Thanks for the inspiration, advice, encouragement, and the decades of great entertainment.\""]

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https://incaelo.wordpress.com/tag/bishop-albert-stohr/

cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .

["cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nTag: bishop albert stohr\nDanger and salvation \u2013 At Bishop Bentz\u2019s ordination, Cardinal Lehmann about the office of bishop\nIn his homily at the ordination of Bishop Udo Bentz as auxiliary bishop of Mainz, last Sunday, Cardinal Karl Lehmann drew heavily on St. Augustine, and especially on his thoughts on the office of bishop, and the dangers of it. The cardinal wants to emphasise the fact that a bishop always remains a part of the faithful, with whom he shares a common Christianity.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nThere is also a personal element in the homily, towards the end, as Cardinal Lehmann reflects on his many years as bishop of Mainz and the people he shared that time with. It is hard not to read this in the light of his upcoming retirement. Aged 79, it is a safe bet that Cardinal Lehmann will retire between now and his 80th birthday, on 16 May next year", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nHe has been the bishop of Mainz since 1983, and as such he is the longest-serving German bishop, and one who is still the ordinary of the diocese he was ordained for.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nHere is the cardinal\u2019s homily in my translation:\n\u201cHonourable sisters and brothers in the Lord!\nDear brother Dr. Udo M. Bentz, about to be ordained as bishop!\nDear co-consecrators Karl-Josef Cardinal Rauber and Archbishop Stephan Burger!\nDear brothers in the office of deacon, priest and bishop!", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\n? An initial answer can already be found in the word for this service. \u201cEpiscopus\u201c, from which the word bishop comes, is one who \u201coversees\u201d, and a \u201cguardian\u201d, a \u201csupervisor\u201d. From the Bible, the word also derives from \u201cshepherd\u201d. Incidentally, the liturgy of ordination, the act of ordination, with its ancient signs and gestures, words and hymns, so eloquent and filled with meaning, that any preaching can be but a small introduction to these events", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nI will mention but one especially impressive image: during the entire prayer of ordination two priests hold the Gospel book above the head of the ordained. The bishop should be completely under the Gospel and serve Him.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nToday I choose another path and will discuss some words from Saint Augustine. As is well known, as bishop of Hippo on northern Africa, he would always speak about the office of bishop on the day of his ordination. He would certainly also have done so at bishops\u2019 ordinations in the African Church province. Sita, the titular see of Udo Bentz, in north Africa, belonged to it. One can already learn much from these homilies. I want to try and do so with you.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nFor that purpose I have chosen a text from the homilies, which is incidentally also quoted in the great text about the Church from the Second Vatican Council (LG 32): \u201cWhat I am for you terrifies me; what I am with you consoles me. For you I am a bishop; but with you I am a Christian. The former is a duty; the latter a grace. The former is a danger; the latter, salvation\u201d (Serm. 340, 1: PL 38, 1483).", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nDuring the Second Vatican Council this text was cited as an important point in relation to the statements concerning the laity. That may surprise, since there is a separate chapter on bishops. Here in relation to the laity, they and the holders of offices become in a very fundamental way like brothers, yes, like a family of God, through which the new commandment of love in realised", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAt many points, especially in the second chapter of the Constitution on the Church, the Second Vatican Council strongly emphasised this fundamental commonality. That is why it is a very fundamental decision of the Council to concentrate the understanding of the People of God on the commonality of all believers, and not in advance on any distinction between the various charisms, services and offices. A \u201ctrue equality\u201d can then be established in building up the Body of Christ and in the call to holiness", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAs LG 32 puts it: \u201cAnd if by the will of Christ some are made teachers, pastors and dispensers of mysteries on behalf of others, yet all share a true equality with regard to the dignity and to the activity common to all the faithful for the building up of the Body of Christ. For the distinction which the Lord made between sacred ministers and the rest of the People of God bears within it a certain union, since pastors and the other faithful are bound to each other by a mutual need", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nPastors of the Church, following the example of the Lord, should minister to one another and to the other faithful. These in their turn should enthusiastically lend their joint assistance to their pastors and teacher\u201d (Constitution on the Church \u201cLumen gentium\u201d, Chapter 4, par. 32). It is understandable that these words from Saint Augustine have often been repeated very often in recent years and decades, together with the remarks from the Constitution on the Church about the laity.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nCertainly, one should not take this text as noncommittal expression of a mere personal modesty. This is about a true theology of office and at the same time about the unity of Christianity in the variety of tasks.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\n\u201cFor you I am a bishop\u2026\u201d Augustine does not see the office as contained in itself, in its value and power. Her understands it entirely in relation to the task entrusted to him. The office of bishop is entirely a service to the sisters and brothers in the faith. Augustine also says this in another way, that the guidance and leadership are only fulfilled in the fruitfulness and \u201cusefulness\u201d of his service to the people.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAs we know, Augustine considered the task of being bishop a burden on his shoulder and which often also depressed him. From that comes the anxiety and doubt if he really did justice to his task, especially in the eyes of others, and fulfilled it adequately before God. This is in sharp contrast to many homilies at a first Mass or anniversary of a bishop, even in our time. For Augustine wonder if this high office, which certainly demands much of him, is not a great danger to himself", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nWe often think differently and often believe that a high official is already closer to God because of his position, and has so many merits that God will automatically save him and give him eternal life. For Augustine, the office is no relief, but a danger to his salvation, as becomes very clear in the sermon quoted at the beginning. In the Middle Ages they thought similarly. One need only think of Dante.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nWhat comforts the bishop of Hippo in the face of this danger, is the shared Christianity with all sisters and brothers. Here the bishop is part of \u201cnormal\u201d Christian life. There each is first responsible for himself when this can also be freely extended to others. So Augustine can say, in short, \u201cLearning is dangerous, but students are safe\u201d. He who stands \u201cabove\u201d others, must be judged and addressed according to the measure of his task", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nThe terror of this diminishes when one completely becomes a part of the flock of believers. This unity is even more important than the office alone.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nMany burdens of office become light when one is quite humble in relations with the normal and simple People of God. I personally often like to speak in this regard of belonging to the \u201cfoot soldiers\u201d of God. It then also becomes visible what has been given and asked of others and does not overestimate oneself. This unity in Christianity with many other makes more modest and humble. It is in any case contrary to all overconfidence of office.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nNevertheless, Augustine is very much aware about the own responsibility of the office, which he does not underestimate. He also does not deny it. He talks about the office as a duty (officium). He agrees with Pope Gregory the Great that the bishop is the \u201cwatcher\u201d, the one who looks ahead and so has to lead the way. He must be ready for conflicts if the Gospel demands it. Like Jesus he must also be willing to give his own life. This can result in a profound loneliness", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nThat one statement by St. Augustine, \u201cWhat I am for you\u2026\u201d, which reflects, with many similar insights in his work, a deep grounding in the Triune God, says more about the office of bishop and its execution than many great treatises about the theology of office. I am in any case grateful to St. Augustine for these words. For me they remain valuable and helpful.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAs bishop, I have been able to experience this mutual support, this shared Christianity and life in various duties here in Mainz for a long and rich time. I thank the many women and men, young and old for the solidary way with which they supported our service. Time and again, I was able to gratefully feel this foundation, together with my predecessors Bishop Stohr and Cardinal Volk, and the auxiliary bishops Joseph Maria Reus, Wolfgang Rolly, Franziskus Eisenbach, Werner Guballa and Ulrich Neymeyr", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nThis applies to both voluntary and paid staff. Because of it I was able to always do my duty with joy and gratitude. A prerequisite is certainly that one listens to others and remains in dialogue with them and that one acknowledges what others say until the end, as Saint Benedict teaches us in his rule, and that one is also willing to accept corrections. Only in this way unity is possible without blurring the differences in responsibilities.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nWith this gratitude I also ask that we maintain this valuable heritage of a good tradition in the Church, for which Saint Augustine stands and which once again comes to life in the Second Vatican Council, through our working together, not only today, but also tomorrow, as an indispensible element in the construction of the Church of Mainz. I also wish this spiritual and pastoral heritage for you, dear Udo M. Bentz, in the name of all present on your ordination day and for your service", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nPosted on September 23, 2015 September 23, 2015 Categories World ChurchTags archbishop stephan burger, bible, bishop albert stohr, bishop franziskus eisenbach, bishop joseph maria reuss, bishop udo bentz, bishop ulrich neymeyr, bishop werner guballa, bishop wolfgang rolly, bishops, consecration, diocese of mainz, hermann cardinal volk, homily, jesus christ, karl cardinal lehmann, karl-josef cardinal rauber, laity, liturgy, lumen gentium, mass, pope gregory the great, priesthood, saint augustine, saint benedict, theology, vaticanum ii", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\n\u201cSincere, modest and humble\u201d \u2013 Cardinal Lehmann congratulates Cardinal-designate Rauber\nOne of the new cardinals is Archbishop Karl-Josef Rauber, who comes from Germany and has been closely involved with the Church in Belgium and Luxembourg. Reason enough to share the congratulatory message from Karl Cardinal Lehmann on the website of the Diocese of Mainz.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nArchbishop Rauber was a priest of the Diocese of Mainz from 1959 to 1982 and will be the eleventh German cardinal (five of whom, including Rauber, will be non-electors). He was the previous Nuncio to Belgium and Luxembourg, succeeded in 2009 by Archbishop Giacinto Berloco", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn some circles Archbishop Rauber is seen is somewhat of a liberal, but in difficult situations, such as the commotion that followed comments by Pope Benedict XVI that condoms are not the resolution to the AIDS epidemic in Africa (which Rauber experienced firsthand as Nuncio in Uganda), he was able to explain the meaning of what happened correctly and underlined the importance of quotations in context and understanding the subject matter", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nBut Archbishop Rauber has not always been careful: he spoke about the preparatory work he did for the appointment of the new archbishop of Mechelen-Brussels in 2010, and revealed that the general consensus was that Bishop Jozef de Kesel was to be appointed. Pope Benedict XVI instead chose Andr\u00e9-Joseph L\u00e9onard. Some saw this openness as a sign of Archbishop Rauber\u2019s frustration that his work was for naught", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nLikewise, his transfer from Switzerland to Hungary in 1997 was seen as a result of his role in the conflict surrounding then-Bishop Wolfgang Haas of the Diocese of Chur.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn Belgium and Luxembourg, Archbishop Rauber also oversaw the appointment of Bishops Guy Harpigny of Tournai, Patrick Hoogmartens of Hasselt and Johan Bonny of Antwerp.\n\u201cCongratulations to the Apostolic Nuncio Karl-Josef Rauber\non the occasion of his elevation to cardinal by Pope Francis", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAmong the (arch)bishops that Pope Francis has appointed as cardinals is \u2013 as one of the five gentlemen over the age of 80 \u2013 the German-born former Apostolic Nuncio Dr. Karl-Josef Rauber. He is a priest of the Diocese of Mainz.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nArchbishop Rauber was born on 11 April 1934 in Nuremberg, went to school at the Benedictine gymnasium in Metten in Bavaria and studied Catholic theology at the then new University of Mainz. On 28 February 1959 he was ordained to the priesthood by Bishop Albert Stohr in Mainz cathedral. He worked for three years in Nidda, where he got to know well the diaspora situation in Oberhessen.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn 1962, the beginning of the Second Vatican Council, he started his PhD studies in canon law in Rome and attended the Pontifical Ecclesiastical Academy. From 1966 to 1977 he worked as one of the four secretaries of Archbishop Giovanni Benelli, the later cardinal from Florence, who was very influential in the Secretariat of State and the Curia. He and especially Pope Paul VI had a lasting impact on Rauber", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn 1977 Rauber began his extensive diplomatic work at the Nunciatures in Belgium, Luxembourg and Greece, and later as Nuncio in Uganda. In 1983, on 6 January, the feast of the Epiphany, he was consecrated as a bishop by Pope John Paul II.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn 1990 Nuncio Rauber was tasked with the governance of the Pontifical Ecclesiastical Academy in Rome. In 1993 he once again returned to diplomatic service as Apostolic Nuncio in Switzerland and Liechtenstein (1993-1997), in Hungary and Moldova (1997-2003) and in Belgium and Luxembourg (2003-2009), where he had begun his foreign diplomatic career in 1977", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAged 75, Rauber retired in 2009 and has served the Sch\u00f6nstatt sisters in Ergenzingen in the Diocese of Rotternburg-Stuttgart both pastorally and spiritually.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nAs Apostolic Nuncio Archbishop Rauber was faced in some situations with difficult challenges for the Church: in Uganda he encountered the beginning of the AIDS epidemic among the population; in Switzerland he had to help resolve the conflicts in the Diocese of Chur; in Hungary it was the long-term consequences of the relations between Church and state in the Communist era; in the political landscape of Belgium the Church did not have an easy time; in Brussels the Holy See also established its diplomatic mission to the EU: Rauber was the right man for a sensible coordination and division of work for both missions in one place.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nSo we may be glad that Pope Francis chose to include, from the ranks of former papal diplomats, Karl-Josef Rauber among the especially honoured emeriti in this creation of cardinals. He has especially excelled in service to the world Church and the Pope in the second half of the twentieth century: by incorruptibility and independent judgement, candor and sincerity in dealing with others and modesty and humility in his actions", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nThrough more than a few conversations over the past decade in Rome I know that many of his colleagues think highly of him and are happy to see him in Rome and elsewhere. True to his overall program Pope Francis has highly honoured a selfless diplomat in service to the Church. One may certainly see this is a somewhat belated recognition.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nIn the years of his high-level work in Rome and for the world Church, Nuncio Rauber has always maintained an active relationship with his native Diocese of Mainz, and the diocese has always accompanied him on his way. That was especially visible in his participation in many happy but also painful events in the diocese. On 13 April 2014 we celebrated his 80th birthday in Mainz.", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nOn Sunday 4 January I congratulated him with his appointment: we are happy with and for him. We thank him for his great service and pray for him for God\u2019s blessing for body and soul.\u201d\nPhoto credit: Bistum Mainz/Blum", "cardinal on the office of bishop , homily at the ordination of bishop udo bentz .\nPosted on January 5, 2015 Categories Catholic Church in Belgium, World ChurchTags aids, archbishop andr\u00e9-joseph l\u00e9onard, archbishop giacinto berloco, archbishop karl-josef rauber, archbishop wolfgang haas, archdiocese of mechlin-brussels, belgium, bishop albert stohr, bishop guy harpigny, bishop johan bonny, bishop jozef de kesel, bishop patrick hoogmartens, canon law, contraception, curia, diocese of chur, diocese of mainz, diplomacy, germany, giovanni cardinal benelli, hungary, karl cardinal lehmann, luxembourg, pontifical ecclesiastical academy, pope benedict xvi, pope john paul ii, pope paul vi, switzerland, vaticanum iiLeave a comment on \u201cSincere, modest and humble\u201d \u2013 Cardinal Lehmann congratulates Cardinal-designate Rauber"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.forcedexposure.com/Catalog/ACV.2006LP.html

BILLIE HOLIDAY : Billie's Blues - LP - DOXY - Forced Exposure

["BILLIE HOLIDAY : Billie's Blues - LP - DOXY - Forced Exposure\nLOW STOCK LEVEL\nOn Order. 1-2 Weeks\nBillie's Blues\nACV 2006LP ACV 2006LP", "BILLIE HOLIDAY : Billie's Blues - LP - DOXY - Forced Exposure\nFrom the original show announcement: \"I am very proud to present now the singing star of our show. Her voice is the voice of jazz; a voice that cannot be imitated, that has become known throughout the world through a hundred celebrated records. She will be accompanied by Carl Drinkard on piano, Elaine Leighton on drums and Red Mitchell on bass", "BILLIE HOLIDAY : Billie's Blues - LP - DOXY - Forced Exposure\nLadies and gentlemen, the great Lady Day, Miss Billie Holiday!\" \"This album offers a potent reminder, drawn from three sources, of the Lady during those magic years, the 1940s and early 1950s, just before her lifestyle took its toll irrevocably. The live tracks were taped at a concert during the European tour, Billie's first (and, as it turned out, only) tour of the Continent.\" --from the original liner notes; pressed on Audiophile Clear Vinyl (ACV).", "BILLIE HOLIDAY : Billie's Blues - LP - DOXY - Forced Exposure\nOther releases on DOXY\nOther releases by HOLIDAY, BILLIE"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/10/8686?quicktabs_8=3

U.S. Code › Title 10 › Subtitle D › Part II › Chapter 853 › § 8686 10 U.S. Code § 8686 - Repealed. Section, acts Aug. 10, 1956, ch. 1041, 70A Stat. 536; Sept. 24, 1980, Pub. L. 96–357, § 5(a), 94 Stat. 1182; Oct. 19, 1984, Pub. L. 98–525, title IV, § 414(

["a)(7)(B), 98 Stat. 2519, related to credit to members of Air National Guard of United States for service as members of Air National Guard. See section 12602 of this title.", "\nRepeal effective Dec. 1, 1994, except as otherwise provided, see section 1691 ofPub. L. 103\u2013337, set out as an Effective Date note under section 10001 of this title."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://ogd.com/article/20130225/NEWS07/702259900/1200

OGD® | Garage Doors, Overhead Doors, & Dock Equipment

["OGD\u00ae | Garage Doors, Overhead Doors, & Dock Equipment\nMAIN POLICE NEWS\nSt. Lawrence County grand jury indicts four on meth charges\nWatertown man accused of stealing from vehicle Watertown man accused of criminal contempt, harassment Father of Amish girls feels sorry for suspects in kidnapping case\nPolice: Watertown woman tried hiding her accused abuser\nUPDATED: WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2013 AT 11:03 PM", "OGD\u00ae | Garage Doors, Overhead Doors, & Dock Equipment\nA city woman tried Sunday afternoon to protect the man who a month earlier was charged with punching her and pulling her hair, according to Watertown police.Both were arrested at her apartment.Wesley B.B. Butler, 20, of 1620 Huntington Heights, Apt. P-4, is charged with second-degree criminal contempt for allegedly violating stay-away terms of a City Court order of protection issued late in January.Morgan A. Gayton, 18, of 102 Creekwood Apartments, was cited with obstructing governmental administration.Mr", "OGD\u00ae | Garage Doors, Overhead Doors, & Dock Equipment\nButler still faces prosecution on charges of harassment and endangering the welfare of a child in connection with an incident Jan. 25. He was accused of reaching into a vehicle occupied by Miss Gayton, pulling her hair and punching her on the back of the head, police said. This occurred in the presence of a 2-year-old child, police said.On Sunday afternoon, police received information that Mr. Butler was at Miss Gayton\u0092s apartment", "OGD\u00ae | Garage Doors, Overhead Doors, & Dock Equipment\nWhen an officer went there, Miss Gayton refused to open the door, and denied that he was with her, police said. She eventually let the officer in, and Mr. Butler was found hiding.Mr. Butler was taken into custody to await arraignment Monday in City Court, and Miss Gayton was released to appear at a later date for arraignment.The arrest was her second of the day. About 3 a.m., city police charged her with driving while intoxicated on Haney Street."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.ons.gov.uk/ons/ons/rel/subnational-labour/regional-labour-market-statistics/august-2013/stb-regional-labour-market-august-2013.html?format=hi-vis

> Regional Labour Market Statistics, August 2013 Statistical bulletin: Regional Labour Market Statistics, August 2013 Part of Regional Labour Market Statistics, August 2013 Release Data in this release (28) Released: 14 August 2013 In this bulletin: Overv

["iew of regional labour market statistics published 14 August 2013\nWorkforce Jobs\nJobseeker\u2019s Allowance\nLocal Authority Labour Market Indicators\nIndex of Tables\nEmployment rate highest in the South East (75.8%) and lowest in the North East (66.5%).", "\nUnemployment rate highest in the North East (10.3%) and lowest in the South East and the South West (6.0%).\nInactivity rate highest in the North East (25.7%) and lowest in the East of England (19.1%).\nClaimant Count rate highest in the North East (6.9%) and lowest in the South East (2.6%).\nThis bulletin shows the latest key labour market statistics for the regions and countries of Great Britain along with statistics for local authorities, travel-to-work areas and parliamentary constituencies.", "\nData for Northern Ireland are available separately.\nUpdated this month\nLabour Force Survey estimates for the period April to June 2013.\nClaimant Count for July 2013.\nAlso in this release\nAnnual Population Survey estimates for the period April 2012 to March 2013.\nWorkforce Jobs estimates for March 2013.\nThe employment rate for those aged 16 to 64 for the three months to June 2013 compared to the three months to March 2013, showed a few large changes for the regions and countries of the UK.", "\nThe largest increase in the employment rate was for the South East at 1.2 percentage points, followed by the East of England at 0.9 percentage points. Both increases are the first large movement in the employment rate for these regions after a long period of the employment rate being flat and may be partially the result of sampling variability.", "\nThe largest decrease in the employment rate was for the West Midlands which decreased by 0.7 percentage points. This was partially due to some unusually high estimates at the turn of the year, which were reported at a higher level than the more recent estimates would suggest. Although the rate does appear to be falling the general picture of decreases may not be as large as the latest figures suggest.", "\nEmployment rates remain higher in the South East at 75.8%, East of England at 75.5% and South West at 74.3% than the rest of the UK.\nRegional figures for the unemployment rate are quite volatile, which needs to be allowed for when considering the pattern of change over time.\nThe largest decreases in the unemployment rate for the three months to June 2013 compared to the three months to March 2013 were for Northern Ireland at 0.7 percentage points followed by the South East at 0.6 percentage points.", "\nThe only notably large increase was for the West Midlands at 0.7 percentage points. This is in line with the general picture of falling employment rate for the region.\nThe unemployment rate for the North East remains the highest in the UK at 10.3%, followed by the West Midlands at 9.9%.", "\nThe Claimant Count for July 2013 compared with June 2013 is showing decreases in the count for both men and women across all regions of the UK. The decreases are of a similar size in all regions except for Northern Ireland, which is decreasing at a slower rate than the rest of the UK.\nThe employment rate for people aged from 16 to 64 for the UK was 71.5% for the period April to June 2013.", "\nThe regions with the highest rate in Great Britain were the South East at 75.8%, with the East of England at 75.5% and the South West at 74.3 %. The region with the lowest rate was the North East at 66.5%, followed by the North West at 69.1% and the West Midlands at 69.2%.", "\nThe regions with the largest increase in the employment rate on the previous period (January to March 2013) were the South East with an increase of 1.2 percentage points followed by the East of England with an increase of 0.9 percentage points. The region with the largest decrease in the employment rate was the West Midlands with a decrease of 0.7 percentage points followed by London, the South West and Yorkshire and The Humber, all with a decrease of 0.4 percentage points", "\nFigure 1: Employment Rates, April to June 2013, Seasonally Adjusted\nSource: Labour Force Survey - Office for National Statistics", "\nOver the year the regions with the largest increase in the employment rate were London with an increase of 1.2 percentage points, followed by the South East at 1.0 percentage points and Yorkshire and The Humber at 0.9 percentage points. The regions with the largest decrease in the employment rate were the East Midlands and the North West both with a decrease of 0.4 percentage points.\nThe unemployment rate for people aged 16 and over for the UK was 7.8% for the period April to June 2013.", "\nThe region with the highest rate in Great Britain was the North East at 10.3% followed by the West Midlands at 9.9% and Yorkshire and The Humber at 8.9%. The regions with the lowest rate were the South West and the South East both at 6.0%, followed by the East of England at 6.5%.", "\nThe regions with the largest decrease in the unemployment rate on the previous period (January to March 2013) were the South East at 0.6 percentage points followed by the East of England which decreased by 0.3 percentage points. The unemployment rate in the West Midlands increased by 0.7 percentage points followed by the North East which increased by 0.5 percentage points. The UK rate remained unchanged.\nFigure 2: Unemployment Rates, April to June 2013, Seasonally Adjusted", "\nOver the year the regions with the largest changes in the unemployment rate were the West Midlands with an increase of 1.2 percentage points, the North West with a decrease of 0.9 percentage points and Yorkshire and The Humber with a decrease of 0.8 percentage points.\nAn interactive chart showing regional unemployment rates over time is available.", "\nWorkforce Jobs increased in 8 of the 11 regions of Great Britain between December 2012 and March 2013 with a decrease in other 3 remaining regions. The largest increase of 102,000 was in London, whilst the largest decrease of 30,000 was in Wales.\nThe East Midlands had the highest proportion of jobs in the production sector at 13.1% whilst London had the lowest proportion at 2.8%. For the service sector London has the highest proportion at 92.2% whilst Wales has the lowest at proportion at 78.7%.", "\nFigure 3: Workforce Jobs by broad industry group, March 2013, Seasonally Adjusted\nThe seasonally adjusted Claimant Count rate for the UK was 4.3% in July 2013 down 0.1 percentage points from June, with the level down 29,200.\nThe region with the highest rate in Great Britain was the North East at 6.9%, down 0.1 percentage points from the previous month. The next highest rates were in Yorkshire and The Humber at 5.7% and the West Midlands at 5.4%.", "\nThe region with the lowest rate was the South East at 2.6%. The next lowest rates were seen in the South West at 2.8% and the East of England at 3.5%.\nFigure 4: Claimant Count Rates, July 2013, Seasonally Adjusted\nSource: Work and Pensions", "\nFor the period April 2012 to March 2013 the highest employment rate in Great Britain was South Northamptonshire at 89.2%. The next highest was South Norfolk at 86.4% and Watford at 85.6%. The lowest rates were Birmingham at 57.7%, followed by Middlesbrough 58.1% and Blaenau Gwent and Tendring in Essex 58.3%, respectively.", "\nFor the period April 2012 to March 2013 the highest unemployment rate in Great Britain was Kingston upon Hull and Blaenau Gwent at 15.2%. The next highest was Middlesbrough at 15.1% and Birmingham at 14.9%. The lowest rate was South Lakeland at 2.9% followed by South Northamptonshire at 3.0%.", "\nIn July 2013 the local authority with the lowest proportion of the population aged from 16 to 64 years claiming Jobseekers Allowance in Great Britain were the Isles of Scilly at 0.4% followed by Mid Sussex at 0.9%. These were followed by fifteen local authorities with a proportion of 1.1% or less. It was highest in Kingston upon Hull at 8.0%, followed by Middlesbrough at 7.7%", "\nThese were followed by two local authorities with a proportion of 7.0% or more and a further eight local authorities with a proportion of 6.0% or more.", "\nAn interactive version of this map showing Claimant Count proportions by local authority over time is available. This map also shows Claimant Count proportions for males, females, 18 to 24 year olds and those claiming over 12 months.", "\nIn 2011 the highest jobs density in Great Britain was the City of London at 74.76 and the lowest was Lewisham at 0.39. Westminster (4.15), Camden (2.02) and Tower Hamlets (1.32), all in London were the next highest jobs densities. The highest jobs density outside London was Watford at 1.23. After Lewisham, the lowest jobs density was Waltham Forest at 0.40, followed by Newham, East Renfrewshire and East Dunbartonshire all at 0.41.\nLFS headline indicators (Employment, unemployment and inactivity):", "\nHeadline Indicators for All Regions (HI00) (7.2 Mb Excel sheet)\nLFS headline indicators (Employment, unemployment and inactivity); Employment and Workforce Jobs estimates; Claimant Count; and Economic Activity and Inactivity estimates for each region are available in the following Tables:\nHeadline Indicators for North East (HI01) (2.16 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for North West (HI02) (1.91 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for Yorkshire and The Humber (HI03) (2.35 Mb Excel sheet)", "\nHeadline Indicators for East Midlands (HI04) (2.51 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for West Midlands (HI05) (2.33 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for East of England (HI06) (2.27 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for London (HI07) (1.94 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for South East (HI08) (1.92 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for South West (HI09) (1.91 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for Wales (HI10) (2.19 Mb Excel sheet)\nHeadline Indicators for Scotland (HI11) (2.33 Mb Excel sheet)", "\nThe following tables contain local labour market indicators for all regions:\nLocal Indicators for Unitary and Local Authorities (LI01) (250.5 Kb Excel sheet)\nLocal Indicators for Parliamentary Constituencies (LI02) (315.5 Kb Excel sheet)\nLocal Indicators for Constituencies of the Scottish Parliament (LI02.1) (115 Kb Excel sheet)\nLocal Indicators for Travel-to-Work Areas (LI03) (181 Kb Excel sheet)\nLocal Indicators for NUTS3 areas (LI04) (145 Kb Excel sheet)", "\nThe following tables contain local Claimant Count data for all regions:\nClaimant Count by Unitary and Local Authority (JSA01) (260.5 Kb Excel sheet)\nClaimant Count by Parliamentary Constituency (JSA02) (620.5 Kb Excel sheet)\nClaimant Count by Constituencies of the Scottish Parliament (JSA02.1) (121 Kb Excel sheet)\nOther tables:\nSummary of Headline Indicators (S01) (41.5 Kb Excel sheet)\nSampling Variability and Revisions Summary (S02) (41.5 Kb Excel sheet)", "\nClaimant Count Denominators (S03) (96 Kb Excel sheet)\nModel Based Estimates of Unemployment (M01) (1.86 Mb Excel sheet)\nThis Month\u2019s Bulletin\nThere are no significant changes in this month\u2019s bulletin.\nNext Month\u2019s Bulletin", "\nDenominators used for the calculation of Claimant Count proportions for Local and Unitary authorities in tables LI01 and JSA01 will be updated next month to use the latest mid-year population estimates. Jobs Density estimates in table LI01 with also be affected by this change. This change will also affect the proportions and Jobs Densities for regions and countries in these tables as well as in tables LI02, LI02.1, LI03, LI04, JSA02 and JSA02.1 where appropriate", "\nProportions for earlier periods will also be revised and will be available on the Nomis website next month.", "\nIntroduction of Universal Credit\nThe Pathfinder for Universal Credit started on 29 April 2013 with the introduction of this new benefit in one Jobcentre Plus office (Ashton under Lyne). The pathfinder was extended to a second Jobcentre Plus office (Wigan) on 1 July 2013. The claimant count date for July 2013 was 11 July.", "\nThe pathfinder was extended to two further offices (Oldham and Warrington) on 29 July 2013 and the progressive national roll out of Universal Credit across the rest of the UK will commence in October 2013. Universal Credit will replace a number of means-tested benefits including the means-tested element of Jobseeker\u2019s Allowance (JSA). It will not replace contributory based JSA.", "\nThe Claimant Count measures the number of people claiming benefits principally for the reason of being unemployed. Since October 1996 it has been a count of the number of people claiming JSA. Following a consultation in 2012 by ONS, it was agreed that, with the introduction of Universal Credit, the Claimant Count would include:\n\u2022 people claiming contribution-based JSA (which is not affected by the introduction of Universal Credit),", "\n\u2022 people claiming means-tested JSA during the transition period while this benefit is being gradually phased out, and\n\u2022 people claiming Universal Credit who are not earning and who are subject to a full set of labour market jobseeker requirements, that is required to be actively seeking work and available to start work.", "\nThe Claimant Count estimates from May 2013, published in this Statistical Bulletin, do not include claimants of Universal Credit. The absence of Universal Credit claimants is expected to have a very small effect on the Claimant Count for May, June and July 2013. This assessment reflects the small scale of the Pathfinder.", "\nONS is working with the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) to include jobseeker Universal Credit claims in the Claimant Count statistics as soon as possible. Universal Credit information will be collated and quality assured by DWP statisticians to ensure that they meet the necessary quality standards before being passed to ONS for inclusion in the Claimant Count estimates.\nQuality Issues", "\nOne indication of the reliability of the key indicators in this bulletin can be obtained by monitoring the size of revisions. These summary measures are available in the Regional Labour Market Sampling Variability spreadsheet (41.5 Kb Excel sheet)", "\navailable with this bulletin and show the size of revisions over the last five years. The revised data itself may be subject to sampling or other sources of error. The ONS standard presentation is to show five years worth of revisions (i.e. 60 observations for a monthly series, 20 for a quarterly series).\nFurther information on the Quality of and Methods for Work Force Jobs estimates can be found in Summary Quality Report (295.4 Kb Pdf)\nOther Quality information", "\nQuality and Methodology Information papers for labour market statistics are available on the website. Further information about the Labour Force Survey (LFS) is available from:\n\u2022 the LFS User Guide, and\n\u2022 LFS Performance and Quality Monitoring Reports.\nVery few statistical revisions arise as a result of \u2018errors\u2019 in the popular sense of the word. All estimates, by definition, are subject to statistical \u2018error\u2019 but in this context the word refers to the uncertainty.", "\nSome data in the bulletin are based on statistical samples and, as such, are subject to sampling variability. If many samples were drawn, each would give different results. The ranges shown in the Regional Labour Market Sampling Variability spreadsheet (41.5 Kb Excel sheet)\n, available with this bulletin, represent \u201895 % confidence intervals\u2019. It is expected that in 95 % of samples the range would contain the true value.", "\nONS has published commentary, analysis and policy on 'Special Events' which may affect statistical outputs. For full details go to the Special Events page on the ONS website.\nThe United Kingdom Statistics Authority has designated these statistics as National Statistics, in accordance with the Statistics and Registration Service Act 2007 and signifying compliance with the Code of Practice for Official Statistics. Designation can be broadly interpreted to mean that the statistics: meet identified user needs;", "\nare well explained and readily accessible;\nare produced according to sound methods; and\nare managed impartially and objectively in the public interest. Once statistics have been designated as National Statistics it is a statutory requirement that the Code of Practice shall continue to be observed.\nRegional and Local Data/Claimant Count\nbob.watson@ons.gsi.gov.uk\nNicholas Palmer\nRegional and national Labour Force Survey\nnicholas.palmer@ons.gsi.gov.uk\nEmily Carless\nemily.carless@ons.gsi.gov.uk"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/20/6381e?quicktabs_8=1

U.S. Code › Title 20 › Chapter 70 › Subchapter I › Part B › Subpart 3 › § 6381e 20 U.S. Code § 6381e - Eligible participants In general Except as provided in subsection (b) of this section, eligible participants in an Even Start program are— a parent or p

["arents\u2014\nwho are eligible for participation in adult education and literacy activities under the Adult Education and Family Literacy Act [20 U.S.C. 9201 et seq.]; or", "\nwho are within the State\u2019s compulsory school attendance age range, so long as a local educational agency provides (or ensures the availability of) the basic education component required under this subpart, or who are attending secondary school; and\nthe child or children, from birth through age 7, of any individual described in paragraph (1).\nEligibility for certain other participants (1)", "\nIn general Family members of eligible participants described in subsection (a) of this section may participate in activities and services provided under this subpart, when appropriate to serve the purpose of this subpart.", "\nSpecial rule Any family participating in a program assisted under this subpart that becomes ineligible to participate as a result of one or more members of the family becoming ineligible to participate may continue to participate in the program until all members of the family become ineligible to participate, which\u2014", "\nin the case of a family in which ineligibility was due to the child or children of the family attaining the age of 8, shall be in 2 years or when the parent or parents become ineligible due to educational advancement, whichever occurs first; and\nin the case of a family in which ineligibility was due to the educational advancement of the parent or parents of the family, shall be when all children in the family attain the age of 8.", "\nChildren 8 years of age or older If an Even Start program assisted under this subpart collaborates with a program under part A of this subchapter, and funds received under the part A program contribute to paying the cost of providing programs under this subpart to children 8 years of age or older, the Even Start program may, notwithstanding subsection (a)(2) of this section, permit the participation of children 8 years of age or older if the focus of the program continues to remain on families with young children.", "\nThe Adult Education and Family Literacy Act, referred to in subsec. (a)(1)(A), is title II of Pub. L. 105\u2013220, Aug. 7, 1998, 112 Stat. 1059, as amended, which is classified principally to subchapter I (\u00a7 9201 et seq.) of chapter 73 of this title. For complete classification of this Act to the Code, see Short Title note set out under section 9201 of this title and Tables."]

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http://digilib.usm.edu/cdm/search/searchterm/Peabody

Subject buildings. (1) university of mississippi. (1)

["", "\n20 50 100 200 Thumbnail Title Description Date Collection The John C. Robinson Brown Condor Association Oral History Project, Part 3 A collection of interviews with African-Americans of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, circa twentieth and early twenty-first centuries, who knew Colonel John Robinson, an African-American pilot who was tapped by Ethiopian Emperor Haile Sellassie in the... Oral History Oral history with Dr. Arthur B. Lewis, educator Oral history.; Interview conducted on November 6, 1979 with Dr", "\nArthur Lewis, emeritus professor of mathematics, emeritus professor of physics and astronomy, and emeritus Dean of the College of Liberal Arts at the University of Mississippi. Lewis... Oral History Oral history with the Honorable Ross Robert Barnett, former governor of the State of Mississippi. Oral history.; Interview conducted on May 8, 1971 with the Honorable Ross Robert Barnett in Jackson, Mississippi. Barnett was born on January 22, 1898 in Leake County, Mississippi. He graduated with his B.A", "\nfrom Mississippi College in 1924. In... Oral History Oral history with Mr. Hugh H. Clegg, native Mississippian, former assistant director of the FBI and educator Oral history.; Four interviews conducted on October 1, 2, and 23 of 1975, and July 1, 1976 with Mr. Hugh Clegg at his home in Anguilla, Mississippi. Clegg was born on July 17, 1898 in Mathiston, Mississippi. Clegg graduated from Millsaps..", "\nOral History The George Peabody building at The University of Mississippi; September 1964 From the Zeman (Zoya) Freedom Summer Collection.; Photograph taken in September 1964 of the George Peabody building on the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) campus. It shows the front of the large building with white columns framing the entrance. 1964-09 Historical Manuscripts and Photographs Oral history with Mr. James Cohen. Oral history.; Interview conducted on February 2, 1976 with James Cohen (born 1920)", "\nSince 1953, Mr. Cohen has been active in several civic associations in Hattiesburg and provides insight into the city's race relations and politics from the 1950s... Oral History Oral history with the Honorable J. P. Coleman, former governor of Mississippi and chief judge (ret.), the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit Oral history.; Two interviews conducted on November 12, 1981 and February 6, 1982 with Judge J. P. Coleman. Coleman was born on December 9, 1914 in Fentress, Mississippi", "\nAfter attending the University of Mississippi, he was invited to work in... Oral History Oral history with Mr. John Sherman Crubaugh Oral history.; Mr. John Sherman Crubaugh was born April 12, 1913. During his college years at Mississippi State, from 1931, he worked to pay for his education. After he received a B.S. degree and an M.Ed. degree from Mississippi State University,... Oral History Interview with Dr", "\nWilliam Penn Davis : former president of the Mississippi Baptist Convention Board, president emeritus of Mississippi Baptist Seminary Oral history.; Interview conducted on March 24, 1972 with Dr. William Penn Davis at his home in Jackson, Mississippi. Davis was born in Union County, Mississippi on August 5, 1903. He received a Bachelor of Arts degree from Mississippi College in... Oral History Oral History with Ms. Frances E. Joyner Oral history.; Ms", "\nFrances Elkin Joyner was born on November 23, 1909, in Tupelo, Mississippi. She graduated from Tupelo High School and then attended National Park Seminary in Forest Glen, Maryland. She married Ernest Love Joyner, Jr. just... Oral History Oral history with R.B. Layton Oral history.; Interview conducted on November 1, 1977 with R.B. Layton. Mr. Layton was involved in the Jackson Public Schools as a teacher, a principal, and a curriculum director from the late 1930s to the middle 1970s", "\nLayton was director of... Oral History Oral history with Mrs. Ann Spivey Bishop Ruscoe Oral history.; Ann Spivey Bishop Ruscoe was born in 1923 in Cleveland, Mississippi. She was graduated from Cleveland High School in 1941. She was Salutatorian, OAR Good Citizenship Girl, and won the Senior Award. After attending Delta State... Oral History QuickView"]

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https://www.hawaiipublicradio.org/npr-news/2022-02-25/the-man-who-grabbed-pelosis-podium-during-the-jan-6-riot-is-sentenced-to-prison

Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison

["Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nThe man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during the Jan. 6 riot is sentenced to prison\nPublished February 25, 2022 at 1:40 PM HST\nPinellas County Sheriff's Office via AP\nAdam Johnson of Parrish, Fla.\nA Florida man who grabbed House Speaker Nancy Pelosi's podium and posed for photographs with it during the U.S. Capitol riot was sentenced on Friday to more than two months in prison.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nThe image of Adam Johnson smiling and waving as he carried Pelosi's podium went viral after the pro-Trump mob's attack on Jan. 6, 2021. Johnson placed the podium in the center of the Capitol Rotunda, posed for pictures and pretended to make a speech, prosecutors said.\nAfter driving home, Johnson bragged that he \"broke the internet\" and was \"finally famous,\" prosecutors said. They argued that his actions at the Capitol \"illustrate his sense of entitlement and privilege.\"", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\n\"The now-viral podium photo portrays Johnson as confident, arguably gleeful, while converting government property to his own use during an unlawful siege,\" a prosecutor wrote in a court filing.\nU.S. District Judge Reggie Walton sentenced Johnson to 75 days in prison followed by one year of supervised release. The judge also ordered Johnson to pay a $5,000 fine and perform 200 hours of community service. Johnson will report to prison at a date to be determined.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nJohnson told Walton that posing with Pelosi's podium was a \"very stupid idea.\"\n\"I bear no ill will toward her or her office at all,\" Johnson said.\nProsecutors had recommended a three-month prison sentence\nWalton said America is on a dangerous path when many citizens believe that they \"have a right to do whatever in order to have the person who they want in power sitting in the White House.\"", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\n\"That's what we see in banana republics,\" the judge said. \"That's what we see in countries like we're experiencing now over in Ukraine. That's where we're headed if we don't do something to stop it. And I don't know what we do to stop it.\"", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nProsecutors said they received a tip during plea negotiations with Johnson that he intended to publish a memoir. His plea agreement includes an unusual provision that requires him to relinquish compensation from any book, script, song, interview or product bearing his name or likeness, for up to five years.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nProsecutors recommended sentencing Johnson to three months' imprisonment, one year of supervised release, a $5,000 fine and 60 hours of community service. Johnson's attorneys asked the judge to sentence him to one year of probation with credit for the weekend that he spent in jail after his arrest.\nThe defense lawyers said Johnson didn't know that the podium belonged to Pelosi when he moved it from a cloak room.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\n\"Arguably, if he latched onto some other piece of government furniture for his photo opportunity jail time would not even be a consideration,\" they wrote in a court filing.\nJohnson was arrested two days after the deadly riot. He pleaded guilty in November to a charge of entering and remaining in a restricted building or ground, a misdemeanor punishable by a maximum of one year in prison.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nJohnson was accompanied by a friend when he flew from Tampa, Florida, to Washington, D.C., to attend then-President Donald Trump's \"Stop the Steal\" rally. They ran to the Capitol when they learned that it had been breached. Johnson, after getting separated from his friend, climbed scaffolding before he entered the building.\nHe jiggled the door handle to an office that he believed belonged to Pelosi, but it was locked.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\n\"Just across the hall and only twelve minutes earlier, several of the Speaker's staffers had barricaded themselves in a different office, terrified,\" a prosecutor wrote.\nAs Johnson watched rioters trying to break down the doors to the House Chamber, where frightened lawmakers were trapped, he shouted that a bust of George Washington would make \"a great battering ram,\" prosecutors said.\n\"Thankfully, no one heeded his suggestion,\" a prosecutor wrote.\nMore than 200 people have pleaded guilty in the attack", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nJohnson, a stay-at-home father, is married to a medical doctor and hasn't had to work for the past 11 years, prosecutors said. They argued that the couple could afford to hire somebody to care for their five school-age children if he were jailed.\nJohnson and his wife have received death threats, his lawyers said.\n\"His wife's medical practice suffered financially and some of Adam's oldest friends will no longer speak to him or his family,\" they wrote.", "Florida man who grabbed Pelosi's podium during Capitol riot sentenced to prison\nMore than 750 people have been charged with federal crimes related to the riot. More than 200 of them have pleaded guilty, mostly to misdemeanors. At least 100 riot defendants have been sentenced, and more than 80 others have trial dates this year.\nNPR News NPR National News\nAmber Heard is cross-examined about fights with Johnny Depp\nJohnny Depp's lawyers question the truthfulness of Amber Heard's accusation that Depp sexually assaulted her with a liquor bottle."]

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Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'

["Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nAnalysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nPope Francis and Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI on June 28, 2017. | Vatican Media.\nBy Ed Condon\nWashington D.C., Apr 11, 2019 / 15:45 pm\nAfter the April 11 publication of a new essay by Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI, commentators are mostly discussing their perception of the politics surrounding the release, or Benedict's assessment of the sexual revolution and its relationship to the crisis.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBut lost in that discussion is the immediate practical application of the document, which articulates a theology of law that seems to support the 'zero tolerance' approach to addressing sexual abusers in the Church, which Pope Francis has long endorsed, even while he has not yet arrived at a practical way of delivering it.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nAt the heart of his new argument, the former pontiff insists that the purpose of punishing the perpetrators of sexual abuse is the salvation of souls, which is the highest law of the Church.\nRecalling that, in the 1980s, the crisis of abuse began to reach Rome after decades of building at the diocesan level, Benedict's essay explained that there was in Rome a double failure of law and theology, which left both victims of abuse and the faith itself unprotected.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nWhile the previous Code of Canon Law contained a long list of specific crimes a cleric could commit - including a litany of sexual delicts - \"the deliberately loosely constructed criminal law of the new Code\" of 1983 offered a much pared down set of penal norms, Benedict argued.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nHe added that in accord with a prevailing ecclesiology at the time there also emerged among many canonists and bishops a false dichotomy between justice and mercy, in which mercy was seen to pre-empt and exclude the former, rather than following and tempering it.\nBenedict highlighted the emergence of a kind of legal \"guarantorism,\" in which the rights of the accused seemed to be afforded the central concern of the canonical process, often at the expense of victims, restorative justice, and the public good.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nTemporary suspensions and stints in therapy for abusive clerics were treated as adequate punishment, and local bishops were left with abusive priests they were expected to rehabilitate.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nUnder Pope St. John Paul II, reforms to the process began, starting with Rome's decision to raise the canonical age of majority for these cases to 18, and to extend the canonical statute of limitations. The reforms under Pope St. John Paul II culminated in 2001, when Sacramentorum sanctitatis tutela established new legal norms for the handling of \"major crimes\" against faith and morals in canon law.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nAmong the most crucial of St. John Paul's reforms was, Benedict noted, the transfer of competence of sexual abuse cases from the Congregation for Clergy to the Congregation for the Doctrine if the Faith. This change was not, the pope emeritus explained, a merely bureaucratic move, but one rooted in a proper understanding of the nature and gravity of the crime of sexual abuse.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBenedict said the decision was a recognition that sexual abuse of minors is a crime against the immediate victim, and against the faith itself.\nCertainly, the experience of recent decades appears to bear out the effect of the sexual abuse scandals on the faith all of Catholics, at least some of whom have lapsed in the practice of the faith following the sexual abuse crises.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nThis does not suggest that Benedict's essay ignored concern for the right of defense. Instead, Benedict argued that \"a properly formed canon law must contain a double guarantee - legal protection of the accused, legal protection of the good at stake.\"\nThe idea that there is a legal necessity to defend the \"good of the faith\" in sex abuse cases will likely prove the most important contribution Benedict will make to the ongoing progress of reform.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBenedict's essay articulated its own version of \"zero tolerance\" in that framework, noting that \"Jesus protects the deposit of the faith with an emphatic threat of punishment to those who do it harm.\"\nPresenting sexual abuse as a crime against the soul, not just the body, and recognizing that it can have cascading tiers of victims, refocuses the legal process through the lens of its most quoted maxim: \"salus animarum suprema lex est.\"", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBenedict seems to argue that if the salvation of souls is the Church's highest law, the protection of the faith should be understood as a legal good at least as important as protecting the rights of accused abusers.\nFrom that vantage point, Benedict observed that there is much legal reform still to be done, and that Pope Francis is rightly carrying it forward.\nMore in Vatican\nVatican unveils theme for 2nd World Day for Grandparents and Elderly", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nMuch of the ongoing discussion has centered around what other kinds of sexual misconduct, in addition to the abuse of children, should be canonically criminalized.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nSome prominent bishops have insisted on distinguishing between the sexual abuse of minors and sexual misconduct between adults, arguing that potentially consensual sexual misconduct by clerics should not be accorded the status of a major crime. In light of Benedict's essay, some are now likely to see in that approach the juridic framework that Benedict described as guarantorism.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBut other bishops, including Cardinal S\u00e9an O'Malley of Boston, have emphasized the importance of seeing sexual abuse of clerical power treated with the same gravity as abuse of a minor.\nThe pope seems to be thinking along the same lines as O'Malley, demonstrated by his recent expansion of the definition of a \"vulnerable adult\" in the canonical norms of the Roman Curia and the Vatican City State.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nBenedict's theology of penal law, which holds at its center the crimes against the faith of the Church - and of the victims of abuse - offers a powerful rationale for Pope Francis' action.\n\"Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung round his neck and he were thrown into the sea,\" Benedict quotes from the gospel.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nThese little ones, the Pope emeritus wrote, are not only those who physically suffer abuse but also the \"common believers who can be confounded in their faith,\" be they children or adults.\n'It is important to see,\" Benedict says, \"that such misconduct by clerics ultimately damages the Faith.\"\nSet against this understanding of the depth of sexual abuse as a crime both physical and spiritual, Pope Francis' ongoing efforts to articulate legally the policy of \"zero tolerance\" may find a renewed impetus.", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nSuch a policy, Benedict has now argued, is essential to the salvation of souls.\nclerical sexual abuse,\nPope Emeritus Benedict XVI,\nCatholic Analysis\nEd Condon is a canon lawyer and worked as Catholic News Agency's Washington DC editor until December 2020.\nIn new essay, Benedict XVI addresses sex abuse scandal", "Analysis: How Benedict's essay supports Francis' call for 'zero tolerance'\nIn an essay published Thursday at CNA, Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI offered his thoughts about the sex abuse crisis facing the Church. Benedict reviewed the sexual revolution of the 1960s, and examined its effects on priestly formation and life, before suggesting the Church's proper response.\nFull text of Benedict XVI essay: 'The Church and the scandal of sexual abuse'\nA new essay from Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI explores the nature of the Church's current sexual abuse crisis. Here is the full text."]

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Ford Anglia 307E Van

["Ford Anglia 307E Van\nAlso here are\nFord Anglia 307E Van\nWelcome to the Anglia Van part of the site. In this area of the site, you will find some\nAdverts, Articles, Brochures, Models and Photo's associated with the Ford Anglia 307E Van.", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThe 307E Anglia-shaped Thames van was launched in June 1961. It replaced the side-valve engined vans that had been based on the 100E Popular. There were two versions available: the basic 5cwt and the more \"upmarket\" 7cwt. The 5cwt had painted bumpers, headlamp peaks, exterior mirrors and radiator grill, whereas the 7cwt had all of these items in a chromium-plated finish. Both vans were quite basic inside, having rubber mats, a drivers seat and no roof headlining.", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThe basic price of the 5cwt van was \u00a3369 and the 7cwt cost \u00a3399. Both of these prices were for the van painted in primer. The price increased by \u00a310 if it was finished in one of the eight standard colours. The buyer could if he wished, add some optional extras to his van, in the form of a hinged passenger seat, heater and a sun visor.", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThe Anglia vans were available with a choice of either a high or low compression version of the 997cc engine used in the 105E Saloon. Aesthetically, the vans have an attractive appearance, the Anglia front end blending well with the boxy van body shape. Although the vans shared some front-end panels with the Saloon, they were structurally quite different from it. The windscreen is different and is quite a bit taller.", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThe side doors are a completely different shape from those of the Saloon. They are much shorter with the bottom curving upwards towards the rearmost edge. This was to avoid the doors making contact with high pavement kerbs when the van was fully loaded. At the back of the van, two large side hinged doors provided easy access to the generous 61 cu ft load area", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThis made the Anglia van popular with large and small businesses alike and Ford even provided sample letters for dealerships to send out to these small businesses, extolling the virtues of the new Van.", "Ford Anglia 307E Van\nThe vans also formed the basis of Pick Up and Ice Cream Vendor Conversions.\nFrom October 1962 the 307E became available with the 1198cc engine as fitted to the Anglia Super and became known as the 309E. In March 1965, all models of the van were designated Anglia, and the names \"Thames\" and \"Trader\" were discontinued.\nProduction of the Anglia van came to an end in November 1967,\nby which time 205,001 vans had been built. (I wonder who had that last one ?)"]

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DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE

["DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nDEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nA flow of air coming out of a louver facing the internal space of the passenger compartment of a vehicle is oriented, exploiting the Coanda effect, in an area adjacent to a first surface of the passenger compartment or in an area adjacent to a second surface of the passenger compartment.\nBiasiotto, Marco (Orbassano (Torino), IT)\nMalvicino, Carloandrea (Orbassano (Torino), IT)\nMattiello, Fabrizio (Orbassano (Torino), IT)", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nPerosino, Andrea (Orbassano (Torino), IT)\nC.R.F SOCIETA CONSORTILE PER AZIONI (Orbassano (Torino), IT)\nB60H1/00\n20150300670 AIR-CONDITIONING CONTROL SYSTEM October, 2015 Sakamoto\n20130137357 CONTAINER DATA CENTER AND METHOD FOR CONTROLLING AIRFLOW INTO THE CONTAINER DATA CENTER May, 2013 Chang et al.\n20080223384 PORTABLE MANICURIST WORK STATION AIR PURIFICATION APPARATUS WITH MAGNIFYING GLASS September, 2008 Zabari\n20080132160 Exhaust structure from dryer in apartment building June, 2008 Han et al.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n20110081853 SLOT DIFFUSER DEFLECTOR April, 2011 Roebuck\n20110009047 Integrated Building Based Air Handler for Server Farm Cooling System January, 2011 Noteboom et al.\n20130303069 DUCT ARCHITECTURE FOR REGULATING CLIMATE ZONE IN A VEHICLE November, 2013 Kumar et al.\n20120270493 Packless Silencer for a Venturi Control Valve October, 2012 Oliver et al.\n20130231038 CONTAINER OF CLOUD COMPUTING SYSTEM September, 2013 Chang", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n20100048123 SYSTEM AND METHOD FOR ENERGY EFFICIENT AIR COOLING, EXCHANGE AND CIRCULATION February, 2010 O'gorman\n20160368458 THERMOELECTRIC DEHUMIDIFYING APPARATUS December, 2016 Oh et al.\nKOSANOVIC, HELENA\nHESLIN ROTHENBERG FARLEY & MESITI PC (ALBANY, NY, US)", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nA system for distribution of air within a passenger compartment of a vehicle, said system comprising: at least one air-outflow louver located on a surface facing an internal space of the passenger compartment, for supplying within the passenger compartment a flow of air coming from an air-conditioning device; and a first surface of the passenger compartment and a second surface of the passenger compartment, said first surface and said second surface facing the internal space of the passenger compartment, said first surface and said second surface set adjacent to one another and substantially divergent from one another starting from an area between said first surface and said second surface where said at least one outflow louver is located, said second surface of the passenger compartment provided with a flow-perturbing element, which can be displaced between an active position in which said element projects from said second surface, and an inactive position in which said element avoids projecting from said", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nelement, which can be displaced between an active position in which said element projects from said second surface, and an inactive position in which said element avoids projecting from said second surface, and wherein a relative arrangement of the outflow louver and of said first surface and said second surface of the passenger compartment, and the profile of said first surface and said second surface of the passenger compartment, are such that: when the perturbing element is in said inactive position, the flow of air at output from the outflow louver tends to adhere to said second surface of the passenger compartment due to the Coanda effect; and when the perturbing element is brought into its active condition, the flow of air detaches from said second surface of the passenger compartment and tends to adhere, and to remain adherent, to said first surface of the passenger compartment due to the Coanda effect.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n2. The device according to claim 1, wherein a space delimited between said first and second surfaces of the passenger compartment in an area adjacent to said at least one outflow louver is at least partially defined by two shields set to sides of said at least one outflow louver.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n3. The device according to claim 1, wherein, in the space between said first and second surfaces of the passenger compartment at a certain distance from at least one outflow louver, a diaphragm is provided tangential to the flow of air for separating the area adjacent to the first surface of the passenger compartment from the area adjacent to the second surface of the passenger compartment.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n4. The device according to claim 1, wherein said first surface of the passenger compartment is the internal surface of the windscreen of a motor vehicle, and said second surface of the passenger compartment is a top surface of the dashboard of the motor vehicle set underneath the windscreen, and in that said at least one outflow louver is provided on the top surface of the dashboard, immediately underneath the windscreen.\n5. A motor vehicle provided with a device according to claim 1.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n6. A railway vehicle comprising a device according to claim 1.\nThe present invention relates to the field of devices for distribution of air within the passenger compartment of vehicles, such as motor vehicles, in particular cars, railway vehicles or aircraft.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe purpose of the present invention is to propose an innovative system for directing a flow of air supplied within the passenger compartment of a vehicle that will present characteristics of extreme simplicity and at the same time of high efficiency in operation.\nThe aforesaid purpose is achieved according to the invention by providing a device for distribution of air within the passenger compartment of a motor vehicle, which comprises:", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nat least one air-outflow opening or louver, provided on a surface facing the internal space of the passenger compartment, for supplying, within the passenger compartment, a flow of air coming from an air-conditioning device; and", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\na first surface of the passenger compartment and a second surface of the passenger compartment, both facing the internal space of the passenger compartment, which are set adjacent to one another and substantially divergent from one another starting from an area comprised between said first and second surfaces where the aforesaid outflow louver is provided,", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nin which said second surface of the passenger compartment is provided with a flow-perturbing element, which can be displaced between an active position, in which it projects from said second surface of the passenger compartment, and an inactive position, in which it does not project from said second surface of the passenger compartment, and", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nin which the relative position of the outflow louver and of the aforesaid first and second surfaces of the passenger compartment, as well as the profile of said first and second surfaces of the passenger compartment are such that:\nwhen the perturbing element is in its inactive position, the flow of air at output from the outflow louver tends to adhere, on account of the Coanda effect, to said second surface of the passenger compartment; whereas", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nwhen said perturbing element is brought into its active position, the flow of air detaches from said second surface and tends to adhere and to remain adherent, once again on account of the Coanda effect, to said first surface.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIt should be noted that the exploitation of the Coanda effect for directing a flow of air has already been proposed in the past. In particular, the present applicant is the holder of patents (see, for example, EP 1 368 207 B1, U.S. Pat. No", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n6,843,716 B2, EP 1 382 472 B1, EP 1 585 642 B1, EP 1 544 005 B1, EP 1 544 007 B1) which regard air-distribution systems in which a main flow of air is distributed between a number of secondary conduits which branch off from a main inlet conduit exploiting the Coanda effect. The Coanda effect is the effect whereby a flow of air that comes from a conduit giving out into a wider chamber tends to adhere to the side wall of said chamber that is closest to the outlet mouth of the conduit", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe applicant has proposed air-distribution devices that exploit said phenomenon, particularly for air-conditioning systems for motor vehicles, in which distribution of air between the various conduits provided within the dashboard of a motor vehicle is controlled without the need for any deflecting walls, which always entail a loss of energy in the flow of air", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn addition, the devices based upon the Coanda effect proposed in the past by the present applicant present the further advantage, as compared to other known devices that use fluidic means for deviation of the flow, of not requiring the provision of transverse jets of air for controlling the direction of the main flow, which present also the drawback of altering the characteristics of the main flow, both because they are obtained by deflecting a portion of the main flow and because they impinge upon the main flow affecting the characteristics thereof.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe essential characteristic that distinguishes the device according to the present invention from the ones previously proposed by the present applicant is that it is not provided within a system of conduits for conveying the air in an air-distribution system, but rather is defined in the open space of the passenger compartment of a vehicle and exploits the same walls of the vehicle that delimit the passenger compartment for controlling the direction of the flow of air supplied within the passenger compartment.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAccording to a further characteristic, in order to potentiate further the Coanda effect, the space delimited between said first and second surfaces of the passenger compartment is closed at the two sides, at least partially, by respective shields arranged at the two sides of the outflow louver", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn operation, said shields prevent the area of negative pressure that is generated on account of the Coanda effect in a region adjacent to the surface to which the flow of air adheres from recalling further air in the direction transverse to the two side areas on the outside of the region involved in the flow at output from the louver so as to prevent a decrease in effectiveness of the Coanda effect.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn an application of the invention to the passenger compartment of a motor vehicle, the aforesaid first surface of the passenger compartment is defined by the internal surface of the windscreen of the motor vehicles, and the aforesaid second surface of the passenger compartment is defined by the top surface of the dashboard of the motor vehicles, set underneath the windscreen", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn this case, the outflow louver can be the one normally provided on the dashboard immediately underneath the windscreen for sending a flow of air along the internal surface of the windscreen, for example when a defrosting function is necessary. In the case of said application, the perturbing element is provided on the dashboard", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe conformation is such that, when a flow of air is supplied to the outflow louvers provided on the dashboard, said flow remains adherent to the top surface of the dashboard so as to be oriented substantially in the direction of the driver and of the passenger sitting alongside him", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nInstead, when the perturbing element provided on the dashboard is brought into its active position, the flow of air is forced to detach from the top surface of the dashboard and to adhere, once again on account of the Coanda effect, to the internal surface of the windscreen", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nOf course, an altogether similar application can be envisaged, once again inside the passenger compartment of a motor vehicle in other regions of the passenger compartment, for example in an area adjacent to a side window or in an area adjacent to the rear window of the motor vehicle. Altogether similar applications can also be envisaged inside the passenger compartment of a railway vehicle or an aircraft.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe main advantage of the invention lies in the fact that orientation of a flow of air within the passenger compartment of a vehicle is obtained with means that are extremely simple and at the same time present a high efficiency of operation.\nThe invention will now be described with reference to the annexed plate of drawings, which is provided purely by way of non-limiting example and in which:", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nFIG. 1 is a partial perspective view of an example of embodiment of the invention applied to the passenger compartment of a motor vehicle, in the area comprised between the dashboard and the windscreen;\nFIGS. 2 and 3 are schematic cross-sectional views of the device of FIG. 1, in two different conditions of operation; and\nFIGS. 2a and 3a illustrate at an enlarged scale a detail of FIGS. 2 and 3; and\nFIG. 4 is a schematic cross-sectional view, which illustrates a variant of the solution of FIGS. 1-3.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn the plate of drawings, the reference number 1 designates a motor vehicle having a windscreen 2 and a dashboard 3 (illustrated only schematically and partially in the plate drawings). The dashboard 3 has a top surface 3a set underneath the windscreen 2. The internal surface 2a of the windscreen 2 and the top surface 3a of the dashboard 3 face the internal space 4 of the passenger compartment of the motor vehicle", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nOn account of their arrangement, the surfaces 2a, 3a adjacent to one another are set substantially divergent from one another starting from an area 5, comprised between them, where the wall of the dashboard 3 is provided with a series of louvers 6 (only two of which may be seen in FIG. 1 and just one of which is visible in FIGS. 2 and 3) coming out of which is a flow of air F, which passes through an internal conduit 7 from an air-conditioning device (not illustrated) of the motor vehicle.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAs has already been mentioned above, the corresponding arrangement of the surfaces 2a, 3a and of the outflow louvers 6, as well as the profile of the surfaces 2a and 3a (in particular the profile of the surface 3a of the dashboard) are such that, in the absence of flow-perturbing elements, the flow F to the outlet of the louvers 6 remains adherent, on account of the Coanda effect, to the top surface 3a of the dashboard 3, so that it is finally oriented substantially in a direction A (FIG", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAs has been likewise already mentioned above, according to the invention, the dashboard is provided with one or more flow-perturbing elements 8 (only one of which may be seen in FIG. 3), which are distributed throughout the length of the dashboard and can be displaced between an inactive position, in which they do not project from the surface 3a, and an active position (FIG. 3), in which they project from the surface 3a of the dashboard", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nEach perturbing element 8 is constituted, for example, by an elongated lip, extending longitudinally along the dashboard, which can be displaced through a slit made in the dashboard. The specific structure of each perturbing element 8 and the means used for controlling movement thereof between the inactive position and the active position are not illustrated herein in so far as they can be made in any one way, as is evident to the person skilled in the branch", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nExamples of perturbing elements of this type can be found, for example, in the patents U.S. Pat. No. 6,843,716 B2 and EP 1 382 472 B1 filed in the name of the present applicant. The perturbing element can also be constituted by an appendage of a rotating member controlled in rotation within the dashboard, as may be seen, for example, in the patent EP 1 382 472 B1 filed in the name of the present applicant", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nThe control means can be motor means of any type or actuators of any type, including in particular actuator means using shape-memory elements. The perturbing element can also be constituted by one and the same portion of the wall of the dashboard 3, shaped so as to be elastically deformed.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nTo return to the description of the operation of the device according to the invention, when the perturbing element 8 is brought from the inactive position to the active position, the flow of air F is forced to detach from the surface 3a of the dashboard 3 and at this point is recalled, on account of the Coanda effect, by the internal surface 2a of the windscreen 2 and, once again on account of the Coanda effect, remains adherent thereto", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAt the moment when the perturbing element 8 were to be again retracted into the inactive condition, the flow of air F would return to adhering to the top surface of the dashboard.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAs has already been said, in the condition of operation where the flow F is adherent to the top surface 3a of the dashboard 3, orientation of the air in the direction of the driver and the passenger is obtained. Instead, the condition illustrated in FIG", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\n3 with the flow F adherent to the internal surface of the windscreen is desirable when the aim is, for example, to provide a defrosting function or when it is desired to orient the flow of air also in the direction of the passengers occupying the rear seats of the motor vehicles.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nAs may be seen in FIGS. 1, 2 and 3, at the two sides of each louver 6, the dashboard 3 is provided with a pair of fins 9, functioning as shield for delimiting at the sides the area involved in the flow F leaving the louver. The shields 9 delimit laterally, at least for a part of their height, said area, so as to prevent transverse flows of air", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn particular, the shields 9 prevent the area of negative pressure that is created in a region adjacent to the surface to which the flow of air F adheres on account of the Coanda effect from being able to recall air from the side areas set outside the region impinged upon by the flow F, which would decrease the effectiveness of the Coanda effect. The shields 9 can extend throughout the height of the space comprised between the surfaces 3a and 2a or only for part thereof, as may be seen in the case of FIGS", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nFIG. 4 illustrates a further variant in which the dashboard 3 has a support 10 for a dividing wall 11 set tangential to the flow F, at a certain distance from the outflow louver, for separating the area adjacent to the windscreen 2 from the area adjacent to the dashboard 3.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nOf course, applications similar to the one described above may be envisaged, for example for other areas of the passenger compartment of a motor vehicle, for instance in an area adjacent to the side windows or to the rear window, or once again within the passenger compartment of vehicles of other types, such as for example railway vehicles or aircraft.", "DEVICE FOR DISTRIBUTION OF AIR WITHIN THE PASSENGER COMPARTMENT OF A VEHICLE\nIn addition, without prejudice to the principle of the invention, the details of construction and the embodiments may vary widely with respect to what is described and illustrated purely by way of example herein, without thereby departing from the scope of the present invention.\nPrevious Patent: Fume hood\nNext Patent: AIR-DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM, WITH CONTACTLESS ACTIVATION OF AIR OUTLETS"]

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Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote

["Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nImran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nPakistan's Prime Minister Imran Khan has been ousted from power after losing a no-confidence vote in his leadership.\nThe vote was held past midnight after opposition parties brought a motion against him, which was upheld by the Supreme Court.\nMr Khan had said he would not recognise an opposition government, claiming - without evidence - that there was a US-led conspiracy to remove him.\nThe assembly will now appoint a new prime minister.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nPakistan's parliament will meet to vote for the country's new leader on Monday.\nThat person will be able to hold power until October 2023, when the next election is due to be held.\nAyaz Sadiq, who is in charge of the national assembly while there are no ruling party members or designated speakers, said nomination papers for candidates should be filed by 11:00 local time (06:00 GMT) on Sunday.\nMr Khan becomes the first Pakistani prime minister to be ousted by a no-confidence vote.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nThe Supreme Court ruled on Thursday that Mr Khan, 69, had acted unconstitutionally when he blocked the no-confidence vote and dissolved parliament.\nThis made several opposition members furious, with some accusing the prime minister of treason.\nMinutes before the vote started, the speaker of Pakistan's lower house of parliament - an ally of Mr Khan - announced his resignation. Members of Mr Khan's party (PTI) left the building, insisting he was the victim of an international conspiracy.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nOpposition parties were able to secure 174 votes in the 342-member house in support of the no-confidence motion, the house speaker said, making it a majority vote.\nIn a tweet, opposition leader Shehbaz Sharif said Pakistan and its parliament were \"finally freed from a serious crisis\".\nMr Sharif added: \"Congratulations to the Pakistani nation on a new dawn.\"\nMeanwhile, PTI senator Faisal Javed Khan said the 69-year-old walked out of his prime ministerial residence \"gracefully and he didn't bow down\".", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nThe senator went on to say that Mr Khan had \"lifted the entire nation\".\nThe former captain of Pakistan's national cricket team was elected prime minister in 2018, and promised to fight corruption and fix the economy.\nBut those pledges have gone unmet with the country gripped by a financial crisis.\nIn late March a series of defections deprived him of his majority and left him fighting for his political career.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nThe BBC's Secunder Kermani says Mr Khan is widely regarded as having come to power with the help of Pakistan's army, but now observers say they have fallen out.\nMr Khan has repeatedly said that Pakistan's opposition parties are working with foreign powers. He also claims that he is the target of a US-led conspiracy to remove him because of his refusal to stand with Washington on issues against Russia and China.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nThe US has said there was \"no truth\" in these allegations, and Mr Khan has never provided any evidence.\nHe visited Moscow to meet President Vladimir Putin as Russia was launching the invasion of Ukraine and has previously criticised what the Bush administration called the war on terror.\nSaturday's vote came after opposition lawmakers put forward a no-confidence motion to parliament last Sunday, in a bid to oust Mr Khan from power.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nBut parliament's deputy speaker Qasim Suri - a member of Mr Khan's political party - swiftly blocked the vote, saying it showed \"foreign interference\". Mr Suri also said that it went against the constitution, which calls for loyalty to the state.\nMr Khan's government went on to dissolve parliament and called for a snap election to be held. This angered several opposition members, with some accusing the prime minister of treason for blocking the vote.", "Imran Khan ousted as Pakistan's PM after key vote\nOpposition figures submitted a petition to the Supreme Court to assess the situation.\nOn Thursday, Pakistan's top court ruled that Mr Khan's decision to stop the vote from going ahead was unconstitutional. It ordered that the no-confidence vote should go ahead again.\nHowever an impasse over the vote continued well into Saturday evening, prompting the speaker of the lower house of parliament - Asad Qaiser, an ally of Mr Khan - to resign.\nFive things to know about Imran Khan (from 2018)"]

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https://wusfnews.wusf.usf.edu/2004-05-06/mary-chapin-carpenters-grand-central-song

Mary Chapin Carpenter's 'Grand Central' Song

["Mary Chapin Carpenter's 'Grand Central' Song\nMary Chapin Carpenter's 'Grand Central' Song\nPublished May 6, 2004 at 12:00 AM EDT\nSinger Mary Chapin Carpenter has written many songs about the journeys that people take, both metaphorically and literally. On her latest album, Between Here and Gone, Carpenter sings about one man's pilgrimage to Grand Central Terminal in the aftermath of the Sept. 11 attacks.", "Mary Chapin Carpenter's 'Grand Central' Song\nCarpenter was inspired to write the song \"Grand Central Station\" after hearing an interview with an iron worker on the first anniversary of the attacks. The man, one of the first at the scene after the towers fell, worked at Ground Zero for days afterward. The iron worker said that at the end of each shift, he felt impelled to go to the train station so the souls of the victims could follow him.", "Mary Chapin Carpenter's 'Grand Central' Song\n\"He'd find himself just going to Grand Central Station and standing on the platform and thinking whoever wanted to go home could catch the train home,\" says Carpenter.\nCarpenter met with NPR's Steve Inskeep at Grand Central Terminal to talk about the song and inspirations behind her new album."]

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https://electriccanadian.com/makers/murray/chapter06.htm

Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759

["Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWe are only concerned with the steps taken to carry out the eastern or Quebec section of the general scheme for the conquest of Canada. Pitt had discussed the details with Wolfe during his stay in England in the winter of 1758-59, and had agreed, as we have seen, to place a force of 12,000 men at his disposal", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIn the actual result no more than three-fourths of that number were obtained, and there is no doubt that operations were severely handicapped by the smallness of the force, not so much because the French garrison, on paper, at all events, considerably outnumbered this army, but because the necessities of the Quebec campaign required the holding of several points at distances widely separated, and not in easy communication", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe actual causes of this serious diminution of the force intended for the Quebec campaign are not easy to determine. The wastage in the battalions since the Louisburg campaign had been considerable, and, in those which ultimately proceeded to Quebec, amounted to 1550 men; there were besides 275 other men absent from various causes. Against this some 500 men had been recruited, presumably in North America, making the total shortage in Wolfe's battalions alone over 1300 men", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nApparently this had been overlooked by Pitt. Moreover, on arrival at Louisburg, Wolfe had written to the Governor, General Whitmore, explaining that reinforcements expected from the West Indies had not come in, and, though not mentioned in the official instructions, he understood that several companies of light infantry were to be added to his force from that under Whitmore", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWhitmore was, however, little inclined to assist the rather too forward young general; he had probably heard, for there are always kind friends to convey such tit-bits, that Wolfe had stigmatised him as \"a poor sleepy old man,\" and his reply to Wolfe's application was curt. His orders, he said, were from Major-General Amherst, or the Commander-in-Chief in America, and none had been received as to further loan of troops.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt is certainly remarkable that while some 15,000 men had been told off for the reduction of Louisburg, no more than 12,000 were considered to be sufficient for the much larger operation against Quebec, and even this number was not available.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe command of the force was given to James Wolfe, who for this purpose had the local rank in America of major-general (dated January 12, 1759). He was, however, clearly subordinate to Amherst as Commander-in-Chief in America. The three brigadiers were Robert Monckton, colonel of the 2nd Battalion Royal Americans; George Townshend, colonel of the 6th Foot; and James Murray, not yet appointed as substantive colonel, though he held the rank \"in America\"\u2014\"all men of great spirit,\" wrote Wolfe", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMonckton was the senior, and had several years of active service in Nova Scotia, where he had derived useful experience in Indian warfare, which should have been a benefit to the major-general commanding. In point of age he was youngest of the three brigadiers, and only six months older than Wolfe himself\u2014and. like him, his promotion had been phenomenally rapid. George Townshend was two years older, and, through his family, possessed much influence", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nGrandson of a great Whig minister and brother of a then rising politician, who afterwards became famous, nephew of the Duke of Newcastle, and intimate with William Pitt, and himself a politician who was not unknown, he was perhaps inclined to assume an air of superiority which at the period was less remarkable and less repugnant to good taste than we should consider it now.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nSome time about 1755 Townshend had incurred the resentment of the Duke of Cumberland, and in 1757 he resigned his commission, but so favoured a personage had little difficulty in obtaining further employment as soon as Cumberland had withdrawn from his post as Commander-in-Chief, and in May, 1758, Pitt offered him a commission as colonel, which Townshend accepted. In December came his appointment as brigadier under Wolfe.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nCampaigning in America was not fashionable, and it was not quite what Townshend was hoping for, nor, indeed, is it likely that he appreciated his appointment under Wolfe. It is said that his quarrel with the Duke had been due to his singular capacity for caricaturing\u2014a faculty which has got many people into trouble\u2014and it is not surprising that Wolfe's odd appearance and mannerisms attracted Townshend's peculiar form of humour", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThere was certainly a state of tension between the two which came to the surface more than once during the campaign ; but apart from this, Townshend was certainly a brave and capable commander, and a more tactful chief would probably have found him an important asset, both on account of his abilities and his influence at home. Tact was not, unfortunately, one of Wolfe's many good qualities.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nExcept Monckton, none of the superior officers had any experience of American warfare, and that term included a vast range of conditions which required a long apprenticeship and an adaptability, which the rigid formations and formula: derived from experience in the continental wars gave little hope of attaining. The Louisburg operations and the subsequent foray in the Gulf of St. Lawrence in the previous year added little to Wolfe's knowledge", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMurray, it is true, had had the West Indian experience of 1740-42, which, at least, covered much that was useful in conducting operations from a sea base. For the rest their knowledge was almost entirely based on Dettingen, Fontenoy, Lauffeldt, and a series of sieges, advances, and retreats, executed according to an etiquette more complicated and not less exact than that which the age prescribed for social observances.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nNor in the composition of Wolfe's army do we find any leaders of note among the colonial troops, on whose advice Wolfe might have relied if he had been so minded; but in any case, it is to be feared that \"advice\" was the last thing the young commander wanted", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBesides, Wolfe despised the colonial troops, both in his own camp and that of the enemy\u2014\"the worst soldiers in the Universe,\" is his pithy description ; and, no doubt, to a commander accustomed to issue precise orders on questions relating to movements, clothing, and discipline they appeared such.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe enemy, on the other hand, possessed among the superior officers men who had been brought up from their youth with the colonial militia, and who thoroughly understood their peculiarities and their value", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMontcalm, it is true, as a king's officer, pursang, held much the same views as Wolfe, but Vaudreuil, who possessed most of the faults a commander could have, was at least in touch with the Canadian and Indian auxiliaries, and there were other capable men with similar qualifications, as De Ramezay, Contrecoeur, Repentigny.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOf the remainder of the staff of Wolfe's army two names stand out prominently. Carleton, with the appointment of Deputy Quartermaster-General, with the rank of \"Colonel in America,\" and Barre, the \"Deputy-Adjutant.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe former had long been a close friend of Wolfe. Barret on the other hand, had been previously unknown to Wolfe, but his strong personality and faithfulness evidently rendered him a trusted subordinate at a time when strained relations with his other officers made things difficult for a man of Wolfe's temperament.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThere is one other name, seldom referred to in works on the subject, which deserves a more ample consideration\u2014 that of Colonel Williamson, who commanded the artillery. This arm of the service had not long been included as part of the regular army, and Williamson, by scientific study of the possibility of his weapons, had done much to increase its efficiency. At Quebec the great value of Williamson's branch of the service was fully demonstrated", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nApart from the bombardment of the town itself, and the almost complete destruction of the public buildings, a matter on the utility of which different opinions may easily be held, there was the decisive result that under the cover of the guns the mastery of the river, above and below the town, was secured", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe fleet alone could not have accomplished this, for their guns could not be trained on the heights, and to Williamson's heavy artillery belongs a share of the success which, I think, has met with scant recognition.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTen battalions only were detailed by Amherst for the service. A battalion of Grenadiers was formed, consisting of 313 men under Lieut.-Col. Alexander Murray J of the 45th Foot. These were drawn from the three battalions remaining at Louisburg (22nd, 40th, 45th), and there were also six companies of Rangers, recruited in New England, each of 80 to 100 men, commanded by Major Scott of the 40th Foot", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe embarkation return signed by Wolfe on board the Neptune on June 5 shows the strength of the force as under:\nThe nett result was that Wolfe's force started woefully short of its proper complement, and except for a small force of about 100 men, nothing was added to his effective strength during the campaign.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAdmiral Ilolmes, with a small squadron and a convoy of 59 transport and ordnance ships, sailed from St. Helen's on February 14, a part of the convoy being for New York. Saunders, with the rest of the squadron, followed, Wolfe, Townshend, and Carleton being with him. The winter had been unusually severe, and Louisburg harbour was icebound, a rare occurrence. Saunders was therefore obliged to carry on to Halifax, arriving on April 30, where he found Admiral Durrel with fourteen sail ready to start for the St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nLawrence. Durrel's squadron had wintered at Halifax. It formed the fleet of observation, and its object was to prevent any enemy ships from ascending that river", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWhether on this occasion he considered it necessary to await the arrival of his chief is not clear, but it is certain that the delay in appearing at his post had serious consequences, and Wolfe expressed himself freely on the dilatorinces of the admiral, though I cannot find that the naval Commander-in-Chief expressed the same views.* Durrel's squadron left Halifax on May 2, with transports carrying 650 of the troops under Carleton, which were to form an advanced guard (of these 400 were required for supplementing the crews), and arrived in the river on the 14th, to find that a French fleet of eighteen transports, commanded by Jacques Kanon, convoyed by three frigates, had stolen a march on them, and had arrived at Quebec four days previously, carrying some 340 recruits and 1500 sailors, as well as a much-needed supply of stores, though much less than had been asked for, and also de Bougainville, returning from his almost fruitless embassy to try and induce the French Government to send reinforcements to the", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nsupply of stores, though much less than had been asked for, and also de Bougainville, returning from his almost fruitless embassy to try and induce the French Government to send reinforcements to the colony", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nNo better evidence of the demoralised state of the French Government can be given than the letter written by Belleisle, then Minister of War, to Montcalm in reference to this embassy of Bougainville's :", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"Besides increasing the dearth of provisions, it is to be feared that reinforcements, if despatched, would fall into the hands of the English. The king is unable to send succours proportioned to the force the English ean place in the field to oppose you. You must confine yourself to the defensive, and concentrate all your force within as narrow limits as possible.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nEvery difficulty seems to have been put in the way of the expedition\u2014it was even refused to provide the recruits with arms! Durrel only succeeded in capturing three or four of the laggards of the convoy, and through want of enterprise he lost the great opportunity of striking a blow which would have crippled the enemy to such an extent that it is doubtful if Quebec could have been held at all. Bougainville acknowledged afterwards that the colony was literally starving when this convoy arrived.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"The severity of the winter has greatly retarded our sailing from Louisburg, and has by much exceeded any that can be remembered by the oldest inhabitant in this part of the world. ... I am now off the Island of Scatari, and standing for the Gulf of St. Lawrence with the wind at west, the whole number of transports not having been able to get out to me till this morning.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThus wrote Saunders to the minister on June 6, and Wolfe, notwithstanding his natural impatience to be gone, wrote on the same date that the fogs and climate were so unfavourable to military operations that if we had been collected a week sooner I doubt if it would have been possible to sail before we did.\" Yet the French convoy had managed to reach the St. Lawrence nearly a month previously !", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThese orders exhibit clearly the want of appreciation of the conditions in Canada. The narrowest possible limits of defence was the line of the St. Lawrence from Montreal to Quebec, 180 miles apart, with several intermediate vulnerable points.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe progress of this great armada, consisting of more than 200 vessels, great and small, up the river, took some thirteen days from the entry into the estuary in sight of the island of Anticosti\u2014the distance traversed was about 380 miles. The wind was often contrary, and one can imagine the difficulties in tacking and reaching of a crowd of vessels in a waterway subject to strong tidal currents, and growing constantly narrower as the fleet ascended higher towards its goal", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOften the ships were obliged to anchor and wait for the flood tide before progress could be made. Townshend, in his diary, gives some insight into the navigation dangers which must have occurred not once but many times:", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"Five of the men-of-war upon a tack were nearly running on board each other; the current being very strong, few would answer their helm at first. The Royal William of 90 tons, and the Or ford a 70-gun ship, nearly ran down our ship, the Diana frigate. In this critical situation the breeze sprang up, and seconding the ability of the respective commanders of those ships saved us from that shock which a few moments before seemed inevitable.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe trim war ships, the rows of open gun-ports, from each of which peeped the muzzles of the 32 or 18-pounder guns, the high poops of the larger ships and the great stern galleries, carrying the usual three lanterns, the two outermost supported by massive figures gaily decorated, the forest of tall spars and the maze of rigging, which added so much to the fascination of the old wooden walls of England", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAt dawn two hundred capstans clanked, and ten thousand feet raised a mighty tramp as the great hemp cables groaned through the hawse-holes, and the fife and drum on the warships, and the fiddles of the transports, lent rhythm to the deep-throated chorus of the sailors singing the popular sea tunes of the day:", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"Then why should we quarrel for riches\nOr any such glittering toys?\nA light heart and a thin pair of breeches\nGoes thro' the world, bravo boys.\"\nThe boatswains' whistles sounded up and down the river, blocks creaked as willing crews and equally willing soldiers hoisted the fore and aft sails to aid the ships in their constant tasking, the water crowded with boats taking soundings, marking channels or shoals, occasionally making a raid on shore.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe convoy was in three divisions, each with its accompaniment of ships of the line, and each ship carrying a distinguishing flag. Thus the first division, Monekton's, led by the Lowestoft, was marked by a white flag, and the several regiments had their respective variations, the transports of the 43rd a white flag with one red ball, the 78th white with two blue balls", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe second division, led by the Diana, was red with similar variations, while Murray's troops in the third division, led by the Trent, carried blue, plain for the 35th regiment, with one white ball for the 48th, and three for the 3rd battalion Royal Americans (60th). The Grenadiers, the light infantry, the Rangers, the artillery, all had their distinguishing flags; and besides this gay equipment, let us picture a constant succession of signal flags, displayed and answered", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe white, blue, or red ensigns, which in those days distinguished the rank of the admiral commanding, and the Union flags, which then only contained the Crosses of St. Andrew and St. George, fluttering on the quaintly massive bowsprits with their strange rigging of sprit topmast and sprit yards, a style even then going out of fashion, and indicative that the fleet now moving on the St. Lawrence was not of the most modern build.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMost of them had crossed the Atlantic, and bore marks of the rough handling they had had in the stormy passage of February, March, April; many others were New York or Boston built, distinguishable by their lower free-board ; but if they lacked something of the gallant appearance of the war-ships, the crowd of red-coated soldiers, who lined their bulwarks, and discussed the novelties of the stirring scene before them, gave them a distinct value of their own in the animated picture", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt was these transports which in ordinary times carried on the commerce of England, and their crews formed the most skilful sailors in the world. The French had hoped much from the difficulties of navigating a large fleet in the hazardous waters of the great river, and their amazement was great to sec the vessels, large and small, guided in safety through the most difficult channels with apparent ease ; and that, too, without the usual pilot marks, which they had been careful to remove", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWhat quaint old salts were the masters of these battered craft; accustomed to daily and hourly danger, ready to tackle a privateer and lay her \"aboard luff for luff,\" as the phrase went, if there was a chance of success, or to out-sail her by sheer seamanship, if the worst came to the worst; nothing was possible of wind or weather that could daunt them, so long as they had a good offing and no land under the lee.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n? People were great diarists in those days, but, unfortunately, little has remained to give us the thoughts of Wolfe or of Murray or Monckton. Townshend's diary is preserved by his descendants, and is partly quoted by Col. C. V. Townshend in his work. It is to be hoped that some day more may be given to the public", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nHe found leisure to jot down many interesting details, and noted the wild uncultivated character of the shores, \"save where a few straggly French settlements appear.\" Murray, who kept a careful diary of the operations in the following year, probably kept one at this time, and if he did, we may be sure it recorded an intelligent appreciation of the possibilities of developing to advantage the new country into which they were penetrating, which not one of them doubted would fall before their attack", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt was a peculiarity of Murray's character that, intensely military though he was, and capable and ready to discuss the chances of the campaign, and the measures required to meet the ever-changing conditions, he never for a moment lost sight of the practical problems of deriving the utmost benefit from the results of the military action.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAt Tadoussac the fleet had anchored for a brief period to collect stragglers and make arrangements for the progress up the rapidly narrowing estuary, and here, no doubt, Murray and his comrades recalled the story of Champlain's first coming a century and a half before ; of Kirk and his fleet of raiders, which made here their first rendezvous ; of the terrible sufferings of the fur traders, who essayed to pass the winter here, and of whom few survived to tell the tale", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBeyond Tadoussac some twenty miles brought them to the first of the islands in the narrow river, and following the northern bank no instinct can have told Murray that the little river, known to the French as Noire, would form the eastern boundary of the seigneury to be called after him, Mount Murray, or that eighteen miles higher up the two bold headlands, the easternmost of which forms Cap a l'Aigle, and the western, l'ointe au Be, enclosed the beautiful bay that was to be known as Murray Bay", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nEven then the French settlers had discovered the beauties of a place which in these later years forms a fashionable summer resort, and a village nestled on the shore of the bay, sheltered from the north by the rising hills. Fire and sword were soon to leave little of this peaceful hamlet, but a little later here arose the comfortable manor house around which is woven Professor Wrong's fascinating story, A Canadian Manor and its Seigneurs", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBesides Murray, there were two others to whom the gift of second sight would have disclosed a close connection with the St. Lawrence shore about Murray Bay. On one of the vessels, distinguished by the white flag with two blue bolls, indicating Fraser's Highlanders,3 were two young officers, John Nairne and Malcolm Eraser, who were destined to spend their lives here, as owners respectively of the two seigneuries of Murray Bay and Mount Murray, both of them scions of old Scots families, and both poor", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt is perhaps uncertain if either of these two officers was personally known to Murray at the time, though Nairne had served in the Scots Brigade in Holland, as he had done himself, but at a later date ; he was soon, however, to know them well, nor only from their gallant bearing, but from the personal recommendation of his brother George, dated October 23, 1759, \"I have no occasion to apologise for recommending the bearer, honest John Nairne's son, our relation", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThey are folks we greatly respect.\" I cannot ascertain in what way the families were \"related,\" probably by intermarriage; but the circumstance accounts for the interest which Murray showed in his protege, and the pecuniary assistance he gave him not only to purchase a company in the 78th, but also in aiding his settlement in the Murray Bay seigncury, which the grateful recipients acknowledged by begging to be allowed \"to give the lands to be granted such name as will perpetuate their sense of his great kindness to them.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBeyond Murray Bay the fleet came to lie aux Coudres on June 23, and found here Admiral Durrel's squadron. Wolfe had already received the news of the admiral's failure to intercept the French fleet of supply transports, and his chagrin was but natural. The remarks in Wolfe's Journal and that of his aide-de-camp, Captain Bell, show pretty clearly what was in the minds of the writers", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\" The succours from France anchored at Bic, the 9th of May.\" \"There had been no ice in the river these two months.\" All in general are agreed that they (the French) must have starved if the succours from France had not arrived.\" Probably Wolfe did not exaggerate the importance of the \" succours,\" and it is beyond doubt that they afforded much-needed assistance and had an important bearing on the campaign, not only that of 1759, but also of 1760, for quite apart from the men and supplies, it gave the French an important addition of ships for transport purposes, without which their attack on Quebec, in the spring of 1760, would hardly have been possible.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBy June 25 the fleet had arrived at the Traverse, a narrow difficult passage between the island of Orleans and the frowning headland of Cap Tourmente, \"a remarkably high, black-looking promontory,\" says Knox. Here the channel turned and twisted in a most puzzling fashion, yet to the great astonishment of the Freneh the whole fleet passed it with apparent ease", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt was here on the slopes of Cap Tourmente, commanding the navigable channel which ran close in shore, that Montcalm had urged the erection of batteries to oppose the English fleet; but in the confusion of divided counsels, which he refers to with great bitterness in his Journal, nothing was done, and beyond the natural difficulties of the navigation the fleet suffered no hindrance.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe voyagers were now almost within sight of their goal. From the 24th to 26th (June, 175!)) a crowd of vessels continually arrived in the south channel beyond the island of Orleans. Here they were \"entertained with a most agreeable prospect of a delightful country on every side\u2014windmills, water-mills, churches, chapels, and compaet farm-houses, all built with stone, and covered, some with wood and others with straw.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nQuebec itself was not yet in view, but the opening of the \"bason\" could just be seen, and a glimpse is to be had of the Falls of Montmorency, which many of the voyagers were soon to have a disastrous acquaintance with.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn June 26, Wolfe, from his headquarters on the Richmond frigate, issued his orders for landing on the Isle of Orleans. The honour of the first landing belongs to Lieutenant Meech of the Rangers, who landed at night on the 26th with forty Rangers, and had some little skirmishing but no real opposition. He maintained his position all night, and in the morning the army commenced the disembarkation. No opposition * was encountered, the inhabitants had abandoned their houses. Even the parish priest of St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nLawrence had thought it wiser to leave the ground clear for these invaders, whose character he had been taught to estimate as of the lowest order. Yet he must have had some doubts on the subject, for before leaving he affixed to the doors of the church a letter, \" To the worthy officers of the British Army,\" praying for their protection of his church and its sacred furniture", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nHe added a little touch, that shows him something of a humourist; had the landing occurred a little earlier, he said, the worthy officers might have enjoyed the benefit of the vegetables his garden produced, but these \"are now gone to seed.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAccording to Montcalm, a detachment of 500 Canadians, under M. de Courtemanche, had proceeded to Orleans to oppose a landing. On June 28, he says, \" Le singulierest que notre gros d\u00a3tachement a l'lle d'Orleans a vu sans s'y opposer les Anglais y d^barquer en ddsordre.\" It seems certain, at least, that if Courtemanche had been alert he could have captured Meecli's weak detachment, and certainly harassed the landing next day", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nlight infantry, and, accompanied by Major McKellar, the chief engineer, proceeded to the west end of the island, whence an uninterrupted view across the bason of Quebec was obtainable. What Wolfe saw on that June day, while it cannot but have quickened his ambition to be master of Quebec, must also have given him a warning that the task before him was one of extraordinary difficulty", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIn front of him the four miles' expanse of the \"bason,\" the steep, almost precipitous coast-line culminating at Cape Diamond, on which was built the citadel; the walls and batteries of the town crowning the heights and sloping gently towards the estuary of the St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nCharles River, on the hither side of which, along the less elevated but still formidable shoreline, as far as the opening of the Montmorency River, it was easy to see the French lines and the encampments which continued almost without intermission for some six miles. It was not difficult to judge that a numerous force was assembled, and that almost the whole strength of France had been concentrated here to dispute his passage.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn the left hand the prospect was scarcely less magnificent, nor was it more inviting so far as attack was concerned. Immediately across the southern channel rose the steep shore of Beaumont, rising gradually to the Point of Levis, and extending beyond in heights scarcely less forbidding than that of the citadel itself", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe narrow channel between the citadel and the heights of Levis could not be fully seen, as the coast-line bends at that part of the Levis position, known as Pointe des Peres; but here the river narrows to about a thousand yards, fully commanded by the batteries oL' the town, and adding seriously to the problem of getting ships or even boats up the river.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt will be convenient here to recall the plan of campaign which Wolfe had formed before leaving Louisburg. it is contained in a letter written to his uncle, under date May 19, 1759:\n\"To invest the place and cut off all communication with the colony, it will be necessary to encamp with our right on the river St. Lawrence and our left to the river St. Charles. From the St. Charles to Beauport the communication must be kept open by strong entrenched posts and redoubts.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nObviously Wolfe pictured himself surrounding the city and enclosing the garrison within the walls. The question of the French field army, which would presumably remain within the \"colony,\" appears hardly to have entered his calculations. The lines he prepared to hold from the St. Lawrence to the St. Charles on the shortest measurement would be not less than 2200 yards, while the line of posts and redoubts would be at least 2000 yards more", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nFor such a scheme his force of 8000 men would be quite insufficient, even without allowing an independent reserve to repel the attack of a relieving force, which certainly should be reckoned on. The letter continues :", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"It is the business of the naval force to be masters of the river both above and below the town. ... I reckon we shall have a smart action at the passage of the St. Charles, unless we can steal a detachment up the river St. Lawrence and land there three, four, or five miles or more above the town, and get time to entrench so strongly that they won't care to attack.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe passage which I have put in italics is important; but the main idea, clearly, was to land if possible at Beauport, pass the St. Charles, invest the town, and besiege it in due form; yet the alternative of going up the river to a distance above the town was certainly then in Wolfe's mind", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAt the time he wrote this letter he knew the force which would be at his disposal, and this alone should have given him cause to modify his views; but when he surveyed the scene from the west point of Orleans, two things at plan similar in many respects, viz", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\" The best place for landing troops seems to be below the Charles River on the north shore, where there is a plain three miles in length, and by what Colonel Schuyler tells me, the Charles River is everywhere fordable and good passing when the tide is out", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe town to the land side is weak, and the approaches are cover'd by hills, which are near the town and high least should have been obvious\u2014that the French army was a much larger one than would in all probability suffer itself to be shut up in the city, and that a landing at Beau port, in face of such a force, was impracticable. Yet throughout all the subsequent proceedings this idea never wholly left Wolfe's mind.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAs an initial conception, before ever seeing the ground or being in a position to judge, by observation, the defences, or the degree of concentration of the enemy, the letter shows a bold and vigorous idea; but when actual facts presented themselves, it seems apparent that the whole plan should have been immediately and radically modified, the more so that Wolfe himself referred to the necessity of cutting off communication with the colony (by which he meant the upper river and Montreal), and of landing at some distance above the town.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nA commander of genius could hardly fail to have grasped the fact that command of the waterway placed most of the trump cards in his hand. The French concentration below Quebec was in itself in his favour, and it was in his power to dictate the place of attack anywhere within twenty or thirty miles above the town", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe instant the English naval force passed Cape Diamond, Montcalm, with the true instincts of a soldier, recorded in his diary: \"Si l'ennemi prend la parte de remonter la fleuve et peut descendre dans un point quclconque, il intercepte toute communica Lions avee nos vivres et nos munitions de guerre.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nI would, however, make it clear that the first steps taken by Wolfe in the attack were unquestionably most proper, and, indeed, might lead to the supposition that he did modify his initial plans as a result of his reconnaissance on June 27; unfortunately he did not steadfastly maintain the line of strategy which was apparently laid down in the beginning.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMuch has been said regarding the failure of Amherst to attract to himself the larger part of the French force. But it does not appear that this is justifiable. Wolfe knew that for the western armies to make themselves felt at", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMontreal would take time, though he certainly put the total of the enemy forces that would oppose him at too low a figure. lie estimated the enemy's force as six battalions of regulars, some companies of marine troops, with four or five thousand Canadians, and some Indians. In all he reckoned about, the same number as he had himself, that is, some 8500 men", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nFrom all the sources of information, and they are none of them very reliable, I think the total French force assembled at Quebec was approximately 12,000 men, composed as under:", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nEven if we discount this formidable total on account of the indifferent quality of a large part of the force, and on account of the internal conditions already described, it is still apparent how serious a problem presented itself to the British commander, and how little likely direct frontal attack, on a naturally difficult position held by a numerically superior force, was to succeed.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn June 29 Wolfe records in his Journal: \"The Admiral expressed his desire that we should get possession of Point Levy, and sent Captain Wheelock to signify it to me.\" No doubt the admiral found the narrow waters south of the island a very uncomfortable anchorage, and a sudden hurricane on the 27th, to say nothing of an unsuccessful attempt to destroy the fleet by sending down fireships quickened his desire to get out into the open waters of the bason", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt is, however, pretty certain that occupation of Point Levis jumped with Wolfe's own ideas, and orders to carry out this first important step in the campaign were given at once. Monckton's brigade was detailed for the duty, and one battalion and some light infantry crossed that night and took possession of the church and village of Beaumont with slight opposition, the remaining battalions crossed the next day (June 30)", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn this day the light infantry, having had a successful skirmish with some French marine troops, went forward to survey the country. \"There was no regular road up the hill, only a serpentine path with trees and undergrowth on every side of us;\" by ten o'clock the whole brigade moved up the hill and marched to Point Levis, where they found an enemy force in possession of the church and houses of St. Joseph near the Point. Knox estimates their number at 1000, including 600 colony troops", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe occupation of the Levis heights was a move of the greatest importance, and it is astonishing that the French permitted it with hardly any show of resistance. I think Knox is certainly inaccurate in saying that 600 colony troops were present. In Montcalm's Journal a certain M. de Lery (an officer of marine troops) is mentioned as being there with some Indians, and it is stated that Montcalm had endeavoured without effect to persuade Vaudreuil to send a large detachment to hold the position", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt was undoubtedly, for Monckton, a very fortunate error of judgment on Vaudreuil's part. Possession of Point Levis gave Wolfe the first step towards mastery of the river, both above and below the town.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe next important step taken is also recorded in Wolfe's diary, under the date July 8:\n\"Consultation with the admiral about landing, our notions agreeing to get ashore, if possible above the town, we determined to attempt it\u2014troops and ships prepared accordingly. The admiral of opinion that none of the ships would be of use in an attempt on the Beauport side. Resolution to begin with a warm bombardment from Point aux Peres.'\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThis entry certainly involves that modification of Wolfe's first conception as contained in his letter to his uncle, which I have already alluded to\u2014the abandonment of direct attack on the Beauport front and commencement of activity above the town. Unfortunately two things speedily became manifest", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe first, that Wolfe could not bring himself really to give up the Beauport scheme, and the second, that landing above the town meant, in his mind, a landing close to the town\u2014in fact, to accomplish the original plea of investing the town, by landing immediately above it instead of below.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe measures taken after consulting with the admiral were, however, in accordance with the agreement arrived at. Townshend's brigade was ordered to land on the north shore below Montmorency, in order \" to draw the enemy's attention that way and favour the projected attempt (above the town).\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nllad Wolfe's force been adequate this move would have been sound strategy. A force, even a small one, entrenehed on the French left, would undoubtedly pin a large body to their lines, and the position on the left bank of the Montmorency lliver was not easily attacked, and had open communication by water in rear. At this place, after a steep rise from the water, the land rose gradually in an open grass-covered slope", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe falls of the Montmorency River on the left\u2014on the right some distance away a considerable hill, which commanded to a great extent the camping ground. In front thick wood bordering the side of the Montmorency River. In the circumstances in which he was actually placed, to detach so large a proportion of his troops to a position far removed from the main theatre, where they were unable to do more than demonstrate, certainly cannot be commended", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe brigade was useless for1 attack, for it was separated from the French by the deep chasm of the Montmorency, nor was it strong enough to venture higher up the river where the crossing was possible, nor numerically sufficient to be a serious menace to the French.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nAt the same time General Murray received instructions to \"reconnoitre la Chaudiere, St. Michel, and Anse des Meres.\" I quote from an entry in Wolfe's Journal, dated July 4, but there is little doubt that Murray proceeded on this duty on the 2nd or possibly 3rd, under the escort of a body of Rangers commanded by Major Scott. The duty was obviously in furtherance of the plan of campaign of attacking the enemy above Quebec", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nFor the proper understanding of much that followed later a careful consideration of this order is necessary, the more so that it has been neglected by writers on the subject. The last of the places mentioned is almost certainly a mistake for Anse Derners", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTo instruct Murray to make a reconnaissance to the Chaudiere River, some eight or nine miles above the camp at Levis, and at the same time to include Anse des Meres, is obviously unlikely, for this lay almost opposite the position at Pointe aux Peres (on the north side of the river), which Wolfe had selected on July 2 as a site for the batteries to bombard Quebec, and whatever could be learnt by viewing the Anse des Meres from the south shore was already known to him.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn the other hand, Anse Demers is a little cove some two miles or so beyond the Chaudi&re River and almost directly opposite Cap Rouge, and its inclusion in Murray's orders would be quite probable. This place is the same as that which Murray refers to later as \"Gentleman's Bay \" (see p. 124), and here again we have a curious misrendering of the name. On the great map of the St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nLawrenee, now in the British Museum, executed under Murray's orders, the place is carefully drawn in and named \" Alice de Messieurs.\" The use of \"de\" seems to indicate that \"Messieurs\" was not the original name.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nI visited this little bay in September, 1915, in company of Dr. Doughty and Colonel Wood, and we found by inquiring from a local inhabitant, that though the bay itself appeared not to have any special name, the laud surrounding it was known by the name of an early proprietor as Demers, and I do not doubt that both Wolfe's and Murray's rendering was due to a misconception of the real name.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBut a further curious point arises. Whence came the knowledge of this little-known cove, which induced Wolfe within a few days of his arrival to seek further information", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n? The answer to this question seems to point clearly to Major Stobo, who had made his remarkable escape from Quebec after five years' captivity, during the early part of which he had a great deal of liberty and opportunity to make himself acquainted with the country about Quebec. Stobo left Louisburg on June 11 on board the Seahorse frigate, and arrived off the island of Bic in the St. Lawrence on June 22, whence he proceeded in haste to join Wolfe, and would have reached headquarters by June 27 or 28", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nHe was, therefore, in plenty of time to give Wolfe any information of which he was possessed. \" C'est lui, dit on, conduit tout,\" wrote Montcalm in his Journal, \"et il est en etat de rendre bon eompte de la situation de notre eolonie a tous egards.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nHe was the bearer of a letter from Lord Rollo, then at Louisburg, addressed to Colonel Alexander Murray (which, strangely enough, is now among the papers left by General Murray). The letter says:\n\"The bearer, Captain Stobo. will, I hope, bring you agreeable accounts of the condition of the place and disposition of the French troops, and is able to point out the avenues of the place, which will greatly forward your approaches....\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIn that strange document, The Memoirs of Major Robert Stobo, by an unknown author, it is stated, \"He pointed out the place to land, where afterwards they did, and were successful. . . .\" It appears then circumstantially probable that Stobo, in close touch with Wolfe during the first days of considering the plan of campaign, was the source whence the general drew his information, and it appears also that from him two distinct plans were derived", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe one, an embarkation at Anse Demers and a landing on the north shore somewhere in the neighbourhood of Cap Rouge or even higher up the river; the other, a landing at St. Michel. As to the first, the Anse was peculiarly suited for the purpose, for a ridge of high ground screened the foreshore of the cove from any view of the enemy, and a large number of men could be assembled there in secrecy. It was this notion that attracted General Murray, as we shall see. As to St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMichel, this place remained for the rest of the campaign a lure to General Wolfe ; but, unfortunately, he did not steadfastly maintain his first intention.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThis long digression must be completed by a word regarding St. Miehel. The village of Sillery stood then, as it stands to-day, just above the promontory correctly called Pointe a Puiseaux, but more generally known to Wolfe's army as Sillery Point. The fief of St. Michel, which included the Point, was as far back as 1687 in possession of a M. de Puiscaux ; a chapel dedicated to St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMichel had been built on the foreshore above the Point, but a house occupied afterwards by Madame de Puiseaux had been built on the foreshore just below the Point, and the little bay before this house had been named Anse St. Michel; it was to this place General Wolfe referred in his instructions to Murray", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt should be mentioned that all these little bays, created by the irregularities of the river bank, were rather nebulous in their confines, and this may be the explanation why the memoirs of Major Stobo refer to the actual landing by Wolfe as having taken place at the spot indicated by him, though, in fact, Wolfe's cove, properly called Anse au Foulon, is some 1200 yards lower down the river than Anse St. Michel. General Murray also, as we shall see, combined the two places as one", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nFor the rest, the Anse St. Michel, like the Anse au Foulon, was approached by a path leading from the main road on the plateau, and was thus a place whieh offered certain facilities to a landing force. It was, however, more under the protection of Sillery Point when the French had a post and a battery.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n[The story of St. Michel is full of interest from an historical point of view. A delightful volume, Une 1'arowse Historique de la Nouvelle France, has been published by the Abbe H. A. Scott, Cure of S. 1'oy (Quebec, 1902). It was from here that (1(512) Paul de Chomedy started for Montreal to found the religious community of yille Marie", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWhen it was attempted to dissuade him from his project, he returned the noble answer, \" Je ne suis pas venue, pour d61iberer, mais Men pour executer, et tous les arbres de Pile de Montreal serroient-ils changes en autant d'Iroquois, il est de mon devoir et de mon honneur d'aller y 6tablir une eolonie.\" The names of several of the brave Jesuit martyrs are connected with this chapel of St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMichel, and here too many thrilling incidents occurred in those early days when the marauding Indians took frequent toll of the lives of the priests who ventured with admirable courage among them.]", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTo return to General Murray. It does not appear that General Wolfe pinned much faith on the Anse Demers project, at all events he did not persist in the matter of the reconnaissance there, when, as happened, Major Scott's force, which was a small one, returned without reaching the limit prescribed. Apparently it got no further than somewhere near the Etchemin River, and Murray was only able to examine St", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMichel, and his report on this is entered in Wolfe's Journal under date July 4: \"Brigadier Murray's report\u2014he is satisfied of the practicability of the attempt at St. Michel's.\" Whether Murray returned on July 4 or sent this report by hand, returning with Major Scott on July 7, is not clear; but by the latter date Wolfe's intention had undergone a complete change, the up-river scheme was dead for the moment, and Murray received orders to join Townshend at Montmorency with two battalions of his brigade", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTownshend's force had been further augmented by a large body of light infantry and Grenadiers; and what was originally to have been a mere demonstration was now converted into a concentration of more than half the total available force. This fatal error appears to have occasioned remonstrance on the part of the brigadiers, and there was much friction. Admiral Holmes, writing later (September 18), described the situation :", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"It (the attack on St. Michel) had been proposed to him (Wolfe) a month before, when the first ships passed the town, and when it (St. Michel) was entirely defenceless and unguarded; but Montmorency was then his favourite scheme, and he rejected it.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTownshend's brigade, with the greater part of the Grenadiers of the army and the light infantry, took possession of the position east of the falls on the night of the 8th-9th without opposition, and on the 10th (July) Murray followed with two additional battalions, so that on this date the army was divided into three divisions\u2014 at Montmorency, at Levis, and on Orleans\u2014and there was, in fact, no force left available for executing a movement above the town, certainly not a movement of any importance.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt is not easy to enter into the state of Wolfe's mind at this period. He records, in his diary on July 7, a dispute with an \"inferior officer,\" probably Townshend, and the latter's diary tells us of considerable friction at Montmorency. He was not getting on very well with the admiral either, and seemed to criticise the action or want of action of the fleet. He thought that passage above the town might have been taken sooner", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nYet, if this delay was the cause of his new decision, he had opportunity to revert to the scheme concerted with Admiral Saunders, for on the night of July 18 the admiral was able to make the projected ascent of the river. The Sutherland (Captain Rous, 50 guns), the Squirrel (sloop, 20 guns, Captain Hamilton), three transports, and two provision vessels, passed the narrows without damage accompanied by a number of flat-bottom boats. The frigate Diana (30 guns, Captain Schomberg), however, ran aground", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt is surprising that the French frigates did not seize the opportunity of attacking this weak force. It is said that there was intention of doing so, but that the crews having been removed from the vessels the idea was given up. An opportunity lost! With this small squadron was Colonel Carleton with three companies of Grenadiers and the 3rd battalion of the 60th\u2014 in all about 600 men, which was all the force that could be spared.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn the 19th and 20th important progress was made, and the post, known afterwards as Goreham's, was established in \" a large house,\" which was on an eminence near the embouchure of the Etchemin River. This place, immediately opposite Sillery Point (Pointe a Puiseaux), became one of much importance later, as the connecting station on the south shore between the fleet above Quebec and the headquarters below", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nTaking advantage of the escort which this movement furnished, Wolfe \"reconnoitred the country immediately above Quebec,\" and he adds, dated July 19, \" And found if we had ventured the stroke that was first intended we should probably 8 have succeeded.\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThis entry in Wolfe's Journal certainly seems to imply that while he was fully prepared for the \"venture,\" which refers to the \"stroke\" at St. Michels, there were causes beyond his control which prevented it. Blame is apparently imputed to the navy, in that the passage of the ships ad not yet taken place", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nBut a reference to his consultation with Admiral Saunders shows that the commencement of the bombardment was one preliminary, and this did not open until the 12th, and a favourable condition of wind and tide was necessary, which did not occur until the 16th, when Wolfe has an entry : \" Conference with the admiral concerning projected descent\u2014 a squadron of men-of-war were to have gone by the town and post themselves above", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe wind fair, tide favourable, but yet Captain Rous did not go there.\" This comment is not justifiable, for the log of the Squirrel contains the entry for this date: \"9.30 hove short and hoisted the topsails ready to run above the town ; also falling little wind the Sutherland's boat came on board with orders to lay fast.\" The 17th night was also without breeze. On the 18th the passage was made.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nHad Wolfe been whole-hearted in the affair the morning of the 19th would have found him at St. Michel, or better still, if Carleton's raid on Pointe-aux-Trembles on the night of the 21st had been a serious and supported landing, a different story would be told. Montcalm's fears would have been realised, his forces cut off from their supplies, and in all probability a decisive victory for the English army would have ensued. But Wolfe's heart and energies were then centred at Montmorency.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n\"This (i.e. the passage of the ships) inabled me to reconnoitre the country above, where I found the same attention on the enemy's side, and great difficulties on ours, arising from the nature of the ground, and the obstacles to our communication with the fleet. But what I feared most was, that, if we should land between the town and the River Cap Rouge, the body first landed could not be reinforced before they were attacked by the enemy's whole army (my italics)", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMichaels about three miles above the town ; but perceiving that the enemy, jealous of the design, were preparing against it, and had actually brought artillery and a mortar, which being so near Quebec they could increase as they please, to play upon the shipping; and as it must have been many hours before we could attack them, even supposing a favourable night for the boats to pass the town unhurt, it seemed so hazardous that I thought it best to desist,\"", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nIt does not appear to have occurred to Wolfe that had he got athwart the enemy's communications there would have been no question of his attacking them. The French could not have existed a week without having to attack him.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn the 20th (July) the Sutherland dropped up the river with the tide, accompanied by the troops, and anchored at 3 p.m. about twelve miles above the town, that is to say, they passed beyond Cap Rouge and were somewhere off the parish of S. Augustin. At midnight on the 20th-21st Carleton's troops dropped further up the river in boats, and made a raid on Pointe-aux-Trembles ; but there was no military value in the affair, and as Carleton was back at the Sutherland by 4 a.m", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\n(21st), it is not likely that he had much opportunity of examining the shore as he passed. It is clear that nothing more than a raid was intended, for there were no supporting troops. Yet Carleton had no difficulty in landing, and here was the opportunity referred to above.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe completion of this expedition seems to have banished for the moment any further intentions on the part of the General to attack above the town, whether at St. Michel or elsewhere, and he now devoted all his energy to the Montmorency venture", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nOn the 20th (July) at one o'clock in the morning Murray proceeded to make a reconnaissance up the Montmorency River, the General accompanied him, but a flank march of this nature in difficult country, especially at night, was a dangerous operation and nearly ended in disaster", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThe object was to find a ford which was reported to exist some eight or nine miles up the river; but it is hardly possible to suppose that a watchful enemy, with free movement on the opposite bank, could allow themselves to be surprised. In the result Murray's force was heavily attacked, and the 35th (Otway's) regiment was put in some confusion and lost a number of men and officers", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nMurray evidently behaved with great gallantry, rallied the men, and making a desperate counter attack, drove the Canadians and Indians into the river, and succeeded in bringing the detachment back to the camp.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nThere had been a consultation of the leaders on board the admiral's ship on July 23, but beyond the fact that the method of attacking the French army was debated, nothing is known of the proceedings. It is clear that there was want of unanimity", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nWolfe's diary is sufficient to show this, and from general evidence it is probable that at the consultation he proposed his two alternatives\u2014to cross the Montmorency some miles up and fall on the French left wing, or to make a frontal attack of the Beauport position. It is certain that the brigadiers did not approve of either. Murray's reconnaissance of the 26th was the result of the first-named proposition. Wolfe's disastrous attack on July 31 was the outcome of the second.", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nUnquestionably Wolfe's plans were carefully thought out, and he did everything that was possible to make his movement a success; but looking at the matter from the standpoint that we can now assume, having the evidence of the French preparedness before us, it is impossible to think, even if some of the ill-luck which delayed his time table had not occurred, that the attack, made by a numerically inferior force on a difficult position in broad daylight, could have succeeded", "Chapter VI. Quebec, 1759\nA more cogent argument is, that had it succeeded it would certainly have resulted in driving the French army intact or nearly so behind the St. Charles River and towards their supplies, and as a decisive military operation it could hardly have been successful, whatever degree of good luck had attended it. Murray's brigade was very slightly engaged in the affair."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.rferl.org/a/james-comey-former-fbi-director-declines-testify-senate-intelligence-committee-after-trump-warning/28483606.html

Comey Declines To Testify Before Senate Committee After Trump Warning

["Comey Declines To Testify Before Senate Committee After Trump Warning\nComey Declines To Testify Before Senate Committee After Trump Warning\nFormer FBI Director James Comey and U.S. President Donald Trump (composite file photo)\nJames Comey, the former FBI director who was fired this week by U.S. President Donald Trump, declined an invitation from the Senate Intelligence Committee to testify on the matter on May 16 after Trump warned him against speaking out.", "Comey Declines To Testify Before Senate Committee After Trump Warning\nThe committee, which is in the midst of an investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 election, had hoped to hear from Comey in closed session. Comey oversaw the FBI's investigation of alleged Russian meddling in the election.\n\"He is not going to be testifying on Tuesday, but it is our hope in the not too distant future, that we can find time for him to come in and talk to our committee,\" Senator Mark Warner, the top Democrat on the committee, told MSNBC on May 12.", "Comey Declines To Testify Before Senate Committee After Trump Warning\nTrump earlier in the day had issued a warning to Comey on Twitter about speaking out, saying \"James Comey better hope that there are no 'tapes' of our conversations before he starts leaking to the press!\"\nThe tweet ignited a furor in Washington as it suggested Trump not only was attempting to intimidate Comey but has been taping his phone calls and conversations."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://meaww.com/despite-claims-that-the-music-magnate-was-worth-up-to-335-million-jamal-edwards-died-penniless

Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth £335m

["Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nMusic magnate Jamal Edwards died PENNILESS despite claims he's worth $370 million\nPublished on : 01:38 PST, Oct 12, 2022\nJamal Edwards died in February (Jeff Spicer/Getty Images for Fashion For Relief/Instagram/@JamalEdwards)", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nACTON, LONDON: According to data from the probate office, Jamal Edwards passed away without any assets, despite claims that he had a stunning \u00a3335 million ($370 million) in assets. Edwards, known for founding media platform SBTV, which helped catapult grime and a wave of new artists to a global audience, died in February without leaving anything for his family. Edwards was also a director, author, DJ, entrepreneur and designer.", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nThe music tycoon, who assisted with Ed Sheeran and Stormzy's career launches, died in February at the young age of 31. Six months after his demise, an inquest found that he had died of a heart arrhythmia brought on by using cocaine and alcohol.", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nThe artist, the son of 'Loose Women' star Brenda Edwards, and who received an MBE for services to the music industry in 2015, was reportedly worth between \u00a38 million ($9 million) and \u00a3335 million, according to contradicting sources. But according to official records cited by Mail Online, Jamal's gross estate was only \u00a345,502.76 ($50,000), and after paying his bills, he had nothing left over.\n'Loose Women' star Brenda Edwards breaks down as she reads heartbreaking letter from King Charles about her late son", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nJamal Edwards died of 'sudden heart attack' at his mom's London home, friends reveal\nTwo years prior to his passing, Jamal, who established his own internet music service in 2006 called SBTV, signed his own will. His whole estate, to be given under a trust fund he had set up, had been promised to his family, including Brenda Edwards, his mother and star of 'Loose Women'. But as of right now, none of the specified recipients will get anything.", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nThe star had performed a DJ set in North London the night before and had arrived home to London some time after 4am. He then sat up drinking with his friend Nick Hopper. He eventually developed erratic behaviour and paranoia, and started hurling objects around the room, and eventually passed out, the inquest heard.", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nHopper said in a statement read to the inquest by the coroner, \"When he came in he appeared to be his normal self and it appeared that he had just been out.We began to chat, smoke some weed and drink. He told me he was under a lot of pressure. There were periods of talking followed by silences.Over time Jamal became quite paranoid and was saying I had things in my hands when I didn\u2019t. Anytime I moved he began panicking. I told him to calm down, but he became increasingly irate", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nHe was grabbing things, throwing them around the room. He was panicking and sweating, I spent ages trying to get him to open the door.\"", "Jamal Edwards, the music mogul who helped launch Ed Sheeran and Stormzy, died penniless despite claims he was worth \u00a3335m\nHopper claimed that Edwards resisted his attempts to open a window, and as a result, he eventually passed out by the bathroom door. After 9.30 am, Edwards' uncle came, and according to him, he gave CPR for about 10 minutes until paramedics took over and failed to revive him.\nShare this article: Music magnate Jamal Edwards died PENNILESS despite claims he's worth $370 million"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://andywalmsley.blogspot.com/2017/07/life-at-zoo.html

Life at the ZOO

["Life at the ZOO\nThe hundreds of shoppers who daily pass by Urban Outfitters and Schuh on London's Oxford Street will be unaware that the building above them played a part in Britain's wartime broadcasting effort. Yet it was the place where George Orwell broadcast to India and Ed Murrow to the States. It was where John Arlott started his career as a radio producer, at one point working alongside a young David Jacobs", "Life at the ZOO\nBehind 200 Oxford Street cut through Great Portland Street and then take a right down Market Place and there's a clue for those that spot the plaque on the wall just next to the entrance of what is now known as Orwell Studios. It reads: \"From June 1942 for fifteen years, this building was the headquarters of the BBC Overseas Services. During the war direct broadcasts were made to America from the roof while air-raids were in progress, The BBC vacated the premises in November 1957\".", "Life at the ZOO\nIn the early days of the Second World War the BBC was asked by the Government to treble its output abroad so increasing the scale of both its Overseas and European Services, then based at Broadcasting House. Also for security reasons some departments were being re-located, hence the move out to Wood Norton in Worcestershire for the likes of the drama staff.", "Life at the ZOO\nDuring 1940 the various parts of the BBC's Empire Service found itself split up over three sites. Most of what would be the European Services was shifted to Bush House - after having first being evacuated to Maida Vale - others were billeted to Aldenham House in Hertfordshire and Abbey Manor near Evesham.", "Life at the ZOO\nIn June1941 BBC engineers indentified the basement of what was then the Peter Robinson department store, just round the corner from Broadcasting House in Oxford Street, as suitable for wartime studios. A surprising decision perhaps as the store had been ravaged by bombing in September 1940 - Broadcasting House itself was hit the following month.", "Life at the ZOO\nAnyway the menswear department moved out of the basement and the BBC moved in to build the nine (later thirteen) studios and a control room. Some office accommodation was then added to the floors above and from June 1942 staff from both Aldenham House and Abbey Manor moved in.", "Life at the ZOO\nIn fact, as the plaque in Market Place attests, this wasn't the building's first association with broadcasting. During those famous Ed Murrow rooftops descriptions of London throughout the Blitz, the US correspondent had used the top of 200 Oxford Street as one of his vantage points, though he never revealed this at the time.", "Life at the ZOO\nAlthough the upper floors of the building are now named after George Orwell, his time at the BBC as an Eastern Services producer and broadcaster were described by the novelist as \"two wasted years.\" His diary reflects that \"much of the stuff that goes out from the BBC is just shot into the stratosphere, not listened to by anybody\".", "Life at the ZOO\nStaff at 200 Oxford Street would jokingly refer to the building as the ZOO. The studios themselves were perhaps not best placed for noise pollution from the nearest tube line", "Life at the ZOO\nEdward Pawley's history of BBC Engineering explains: \"Just as the noise from the Bakerloo Tube could be heard in the basement studios of Broadcasting House when it was opened in 1932, the noise of the underground trains on the Central London Line could be heard in some of the studios at 200 Oxford Street, which were about 50 ft below ground level. It was, in fact, possible to distinguish the arrival and departure of the trains, and the opening and closing of their doors", "Life at the ZOO\nOne of the many overseas visitors who came to visit Bush House after the war claimed that he had been able to identify a particular studio when listening 5000 miles away by the sound of the underground trains \u2014 and he was right.\"", "Life at the ZOO\nBefore her time presenting Forces Favourites (later Family Favourites) Jean Metcalfe had joined the BBC's General Office in the summer of 1940. She soon moved across to the Empire Service to help deal with the fan mail that came in for the announcers", "Life at the ZOO\nJean takes up the story of how she got her break into broadcasting: \"the Service was expanding with the need to keep overseas territories in touch with London and soon we were moved from our makeshift office in the Restaurant Annexe of Broadcasting House, with its food smells and plasterboard partitions, to 200 Oxford Street, the old Peter Robinson building. Now there were dozens of us working twenty-four hours a day on the Overseas Service", "Life at the ZOO\nMy work became more clerical than secretarial, thank God, and even brought me glimpses of the studios below grounds. One joyous day, May 24th 1941, Noel Iliff asked me to read Thomas Nashe's poem Spring, the sweet Spring in a programme he was producing, Books and People at 1500 GMT. The refrain 'Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo' would sound silly, he said, in the deep voice of the presenter, the novelist Gerald Bullet. It sounded pretty silly in mine too, I thought", "Life at the ZOO\nBBC producer Trevor Hill was one of the BBC staff, at that time a Programme Engineer, who made the move round the corner to Oxford Street where he worked on Radio Newsreel and many other programmes: \"My job, when I started work at 200 Oxford Street in the Continuity Studios, was to play music on gramophone records besides complete programmes recorded by the BBC on seventeen-inch 'slow speed' discs. That was in the days before microgrooves had been invented", "Life at the ZOO\nThe BBC slow speed records would have things like Front Line Family recorded on them. Then there was the Epilogue. On a particular Sunday evening when I was working in the Continuity Studio for the Pacific Service I had a very nice Australian announcer on duty with me, Isabel Ann Shead. The trusting Ann turned to me and asked what was next on that day's Routine Transmission Schedule. I consulted the document. 'Oh, it's the old E-pill-o-gog,' I replied facetiously. Miss Shead went into action", "Life at the ZOO\n'This is the Pacific Service of the BBC.' We were allowed the slightest reverential pause for such a Sunday transmission. 'The E-pill-o-gog!' declared the good lady for all to hear.\"", "Life at the ZOO\nDavid Jacobs was briefly based at 200 Oxford Street after the war when he joined the BBC as an announcer in a team that included Jack de Manio, Jean Metcalfe and Mary Malcolm", "Life at the ZOO\nHis recollection of his time there seems to be full of japes: \"for instance during a band show at Hammersmith Palais de Danse, where I was sharing announcing duties with Mary Malcolm, Mary turned to me before one number and said 'I can't think of anything, David - what shall I say?' 'Oh, say the next tune reminds you of the film Sweater Girl,' I told her. Mary had not time to sort this out", "Life at the ZOO\nShe trustingly stepped up to the microphone and announced to a large section of the English-speaking world: 'The next number always reminds me of the film Sweater Girl. ladies and gentlemen, The Jersey Bounce!' And her horrified 'Oh, David, you're dreadful!' also went winging out on the waves before she stepped back again.\"", "Life at the ZOO\nBut it wasn't all high jinks for David. For a while he was also one of the readers on Book of Verse, produced by a recent recruit to the BBC staff, one John Arlott. David recalls:\"One of the things John taught me was how to get a story told in thirty seconds or a minute with a beginning, a middle and an end. he had me looking out of the window of his room overlooking Oxford Street and said, 'Righto, here's a watch. I want you to tell me what's happening in that street", "Life at the ZOO\nYou have to start when I tell you and when it comes to thirty seconds you've got to be halfway through and knowing you've got thirty seconds to finish and at the minute you've got to have finished. Not a minute and one second, a minute.' He had me doing that for quite a time, which I found very attractive for two reasons. One, that he should take the trouble to do it, and two, that he was concerned that I should learn", "Life at the ZOO\nEver since, it's been very useful, because if somebody says ' Will you give me thirty seconds,' I can count in my head and do it.\"", "Life at the ZOO\nThere's footage of the exterior of the buidling dating from 1953 on the Getty Images website.\nThe BBC continued to occupy 200 Oxford Street until late 1957 by which time any remaining staff were moved over to Bush House. The building then reverted back to retail use and was occupied by C&A for over forty years until the company closed down its UK business in 2001.", "Life at the ZOO\nIn 2006 the site was redeveloped by ORMS Architectural Design on behalf of Redevco (the ultimate owners of C&A's property portfolio) to create the retail space for Urban Outfitters and Shuh and then apartments above named Orwell Studios. With that rooftop view from which those wartime broadcasts were made you can now occupy a 2-bedroomed penthouse apartment for \u00a31.7m.\nLabels: BBC Engineering, BBC History, David Jacobs, Jean Metcalfe\nRadio Lives - Paul Hollingdale"]

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Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee

["Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\n\u2190 Major Whitside\u2019s Official Report of the Capture of Big Foot\u2019s Band\nAssistant Surgeon Captain Charles B. Ewing\u2019s Report to Major General Miles \u2192\nCol. Forsyth\u2019s Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nPosted on August 9, 2013 by Sam Russell\n\u2026the bucks made a break, which at once resulted in terrific fire and a hot fight lasting about twenty minutes, followed by skirmish firing of about one hour.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nCol. James W. Forsyth, 7th Cavalry, at Pine Ridge Agency, 16 Jan. 1891, cropped from John C. H. Grabil\u2019s \u201cFighting Seventh Officers.\u201d", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nColonel James William Forsyth, the fifty-six-year-old commander of the 7th Cavalry Regiment submitted three field reports concerning his actions surrounding Wounded Knee. Each of these reports were submitted as evidence during the investigation that Major General Miles convened on 6 January 1891. The first report he rendered on the eve of the battle upon reaching Major Whitside\u2019s camp near the Wounded Knee Creek post office.\nHdqtrs. Camp 7th Cavalry,\nWounded Knee, S. D.,\nActg Adjt. General,", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nDept. of the Platte, in the field,\nPine Ridge Agency, So. Dak.\nI have the honor to report that I reached here with my command at 8:30 P.M.\nFound everything in perfect condition. The Comdg Gen\u2019l\u2019s orders will be carried out in the morning, or as soon thereafter as possible. I will report back to him, with the battalion I brought out with me.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nRations for 400 Indians should be sent here to-morrow as early as possible, with the forage train, the General said he intended to send. I find that Major Whitside has been obliged to call in from the troops rations to feed these Indians to-day.\nI trust that the rations and forage train will be pushed here rapidly to-morrow morning.\nI cannot now say at what time I will reach the agency on my return to-morrow, but no time will be lost.\nVery respectfully, Your obdt servant,\nJames W. Forsyth,", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nColonel 7th Cavalry, Commanding.\nForsyth sent a second message on 29 December following the initial melee surrounding the council circle and while his troops continued the pursuit and annihilation of Big Foot\u2019s band up the ravine and into the hills.\nWounded Knee, S. D., December 29th, 1890.\nGeneral Brooke:", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nOn attempting to disarm the persons of the bucks, they made a break, which resulted in a hot fight, lasting from about 9:15 until about 9:45. About 15 soldiers are wounded and a few killed. The number of Indians killed and wounded not known, but believed to exceed the loss on our side. The ones who escaped have fled up the ravines to the west, pursued by three troops.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nLieut. Garlington is shot through the arm\u2013not a dangerous wound. This dispatch is indefinite but is as accurate as I can give, as we are still engaged clearing out the ravine.\nJames W. Forsyth\nLater: Captain Wallace is killed.\nForsyth\u2019s third report from Wounded Knee concerned Captain Henry Jackson\u2019s troop being attacked by Indians from the agency who came out to the sounds of the battle.\nWounded Knee, S. D., December 29th, 1890", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nCapt. Jackson, in pursuing the escaping Indians, overtook them and captured twenty-three. Almost immediately after five Indians approached from the direction of the agency and had the appearance of belonging to the agency police. After shaking hands with all the officers, they rode back a short distance, and evidently at a signal about 150 Indians opened fire on him, and in the running fight the captured Indians escaped.\nHe then returned to the command.\nAm preparing to start for the agency now.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nColonel 7th Cavalry Comdg,\nP.S.\u2013If seven ambulances could be sent out to meet us, it would make the moving of the wounded more easy to them.\nColonel Forsyth submitted his official report of the battle on 31 December, the day after the battle on White Clay Creek and two days after Wounded Knee.\nCamp Pine Ridge Agency,\nActing Assistant Adjutant General,\nHeadquarters Department of the Platte,\nIn the field,", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nSir:\u2013I have the honor to report the following in connection with the movements of my command on the night of December 28th and during the following day.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nPursuant to verbal orders from the Commanding General of the Department, I moved my command from this point to the crossing of the Wounded Knee by the main trail to the Rosebud Agency, leaving here at 4:40 P. M., and arriving there at about 8:30 P. M. Major Whitside\u2019s Battalion of the 7th Cavalry and Detachment Light Battery E, 1st Artillery, had that day captured Big Foot\u2019s band of Indians and when I arrived had them in his camp", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nMy command consisting of Regimental Headquarters and the Second Battalion detachment of Light Battery E, 1st Artillery went into camp for the night. At about 7:30 the next morning after considerable trouble the bucks of Big Foot\u2019s band\u2014numbering 106, were collected away from their camp and\u2014after explaining to them that, having surrendered, they would be treated as prisoners of war, but that as such they must surrender their arms,\u2013squads of 20 men were cut off and told to bring them to a designated place", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nThe result of this was very unsatisfactory, but few arms being brought. Keeping the bucks collected, details of soldiers were made, under officers, to search the Indian Camp. While this was in progress, one Indian separated a little from the rest, and in Ghost Dance costume, began an address to which I paid no attention, as the Interpreter said he was telling the Indians to be quiet and submit. After a short while however, the Interpreter told me that he was talking of wiping out the whites", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nI then made him cease his address. Just after this, the search through their camp having proved almost fruitless, I gave orders to search the persons of the bucks\u2014again telling them that they must do as white men always do when surrendering\u2014that is give up their arms. At the first move to carry out the order last referred to, the bucks made a break, which at once resulted in terrific fire and a hot fight lasting about twenty minutes, followed by skirmish firing of about one hour", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nFrom the first instant the squaws started for the hills and it is my belief that comparatively few of them were injured. Some bucks succeeded in getting away, and three troops were sent in pursuit. They overtook and captured five bucks (all badly wounded), nineteen squaws and children and killed six bucks. Very soon after, the force was attacked by about 125 bucks, supposed to be from the Agency. In the fight which followed, those captured had to be dropped", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nOne of the troops sent out became separated a short distance and killed four Indians, one a buck, the other three could not be determined. As accurate an estimate as could be made of the dead Indian bucks in and near the camp was 83, which added to the 7 before mentioned makes 90 as the number of bucks killed", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nThe attack on the three troops by the 125 bucks\u2014taken in connection with a message from the Department Commander to Major Henry, 9th Cavalry, who was on White River, which message was opened by me by mistake and contained the information that the Brules had left the Agency on the warpath\u2014led me to believe that I was in danger of an attack by all the discontented Indians in the vicinity; and as my command had suffered greatly in killed and wounded, I deemed it not only prudent but obligatory in me to return to the Agency", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nThe task of caring for the killed and wounded, and improvising as comfortable transportation as possible for them, and making the other necessary arrangements, occupied all the time, and all the men of the command. Fortunately a supply train came into camp just after the fight, which was emptied and utilized for this purpose. As I saw a night march ahead of me, an early start was of utmost importance. For this reason no time was taken to accurately count the killed and wounded Indians in and near the camp", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nAnother reason for this omission was the fact that one buck held a sheltered ravine which commanded a great portion of the field, and all our efforts to dislodge or kill him failed, although fully half an hour was spent in the effort. He was wounded and I thought it better to leave him than to make additional sacrifices in order to take him, which loss would certainly have followed. We brought with us to the Agency six bucks badly wounded and twenty-seven squaws and children wounded.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nForty-eight guns were secured many of which were issued to citizen teamsters and reporters during the fight and some were retaken by the bucks as their first rush was in that direction. About one hundred and fifty ponies were captured and turned over to the Indian Scouts to be driven to the Agency.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nOur loss was one officer (Captain Wallace), six non-commissioned officers and eighteen privates killed; and two officers (Lieuts. Garlington and Gresham, the latter slightly, 7th Cavalry, and Lieut. Hawthorne, 2d Artillery), eleven non-commissioned officers and twenty-two privates wounded.\nIn closing this report, I desire to express my admiration of the gallant conduct of my command in an engagement with a band of Indians in desperate condition and crazed by religious fanaticism.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nEnclosed is a sketch of the ground where the fight took place.\n(Click to Enlarge) \u201cMap furnished by Col. Forsyth, 7th Cav., of action of 29th Dec. 1890.\u201d The map designates the left side of the map as \u201cEast.\u201d It is actually South.\nRecapitulation [of casualties].\nWhites.\nKilled.\nCapt. G. D. Wallace, 7th Cavalry\n6 non-commissioned officers\n18 Privates.\nWounded.\n1st Lieut. E. A. Garlington, 7th Cavy.\n1st Lieut. J. C. Gresham, 7th Cavy.\n2nd Lieut. H. L. Hawthorne, 2d Arty\n11 non-commissioned officers", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nAll were of the 7th Cavalry except Lieut. Hawthorne and Hospital Steward Oscar Pollack.\nIndians.\n83 bucks in and near camp\n7 bucks by pursuing party.\n6 bucks brought to the agency,\n5 bucks abandoned by pursuing party,\n19 squaws and children abandoned by pursuing party,\n27 squaws and children brought to Agency.\nColonel Forsyth also submitted on 31 December 1890 his report of the regiment\u2019s actions of the previous day near the Drexel Catholic Mission on White Clay Creek.\nSir:\u2013I have the honor to report", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nthat in accordance with verbal orders of the Department Commander I moved out with my command (headquarters and eight troops of the 7th Cavalry and detachment of light battery E, 1st Artillery) to the Catholic Mission, about 4 \u00bd miles below the agency on White Clay creek", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nMy information from the Department Commander was that the hostile Indians had burned the Mission; but upon reaching that point I found that there had been a mistake, and that instead a small log building used for school purposes, about a mile this side of the Mission, was burning. Father Jutz at the Mission told me that the school house had been fired by a small party of Brule Indians who had gone down the valley a few hours before; but that the Mission had not been molested in any way", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nWhile at the Mission I saw two other fires down the valley, and proceeding in that direction, I developed a scattered force of about fifty Indians, who were well protected by the bluffs and ravines with which both sides of the valley are bordered. By throwing forward two or three troops I succeeded in silencing the fire of the Indians and apparently in dispersing them over the bluffs on each side of the valley", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nJust as one battalion was mounted and was withdrawing, a considerable number of Indians attacked us from the south toward the agency. The mounted battalion quickly stationed and for about one half hour a very brisk fire was maintained on both sides. The battalion which had been left at the first position was withdrawn to the second", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nThe portion of the valley in which we were attacked the second time, being narrow and controlled by the bluffs, was not suitable, and one battalion was again withdrawn under support of the other. Four troops of the 9th Cavalry and detachment of light battery E, 1st Artillery now arrived under command of Major Henry, and supporting the advance battalion by his, it was withdrawn gradually up the valley", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nFrom a new position\u2013still, however, a contracted one\u2013a number of shots were fired from the Hotchkiss guns, but as the Indians did not attempt any further attack, and as my men and horses and those of Major Henry\u2019s battalion were much fatigued by thirty-six hours almost constant work, I, at about one hour and a half before dark, started for the agency. Several Indians are believed from their actions to have been wounded or killed", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nOne saddled but riderless pony was seen running across the bottom from a point where a mounted Indian had just previously been seen. The loss on our side was one private killed and one officer (Lieut. Mann) and 5 enlisted men wounded", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nI have since learned that the main village, containing between seven and eight hundred bucks, was located three or four miles farther down the stream than my advance troop reached, and the slight resistance I met with was undoubtedly made with the hope that a rush would be attempted down the narrow valley, when, from the bluffs on each side, my command would have been almost at their mercy.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nJames W. Forsyth, Colonel 7th Cavalry, Commanding.\nCitation: National Archives Microfilm Publications, \u201cReports and Correspondence Related to the Army Investigations of the Battle at Wounded Knee and to the Sioux Campaign of 1890\u20131891.\u201d (Washington: The National Archives and Records Service, General Services Administration, 1975),757-763, and 819.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nCitation for this article: Samuel L. Russell, \u201cCol. Forsyth\u2019s Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee,\u201d Army at Wounded Knee (Sumter, SC: Russell Martial Research, 2013-2015, http://wp.me/p3NoJy-1z), updated 8 Feb 2015, accessed date __________.\nThis entry was posted in Official Reports and tagged 7th Cavalry, 7th Cavalry Regiment (United States), Cavalry, ghost dance, James Forsyth, rosebud agency, United States Army Indian Scouts, Wounded Knee, Wounded Knee Massacre. Bookmark the permalink.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\n7 Responses to Col. Forsyth\u2019s Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nFrench L. MacLean says:\nSam, Colonel French MacLean, USA Ret: is there anything in any reports on missing cavalry weapons after the event?", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nCol MacLean\u2026 I believe I ran into you once at NARA. If memory serves, you were researching court martial records trying to determine the ownership of a Springfield rifle from the 7th Cavalry. I\u2019ve not come across any reports on missing weapons. The muster rolls only speak to horse casualties. I\u2019m certain there were some weapons lost, left behind, or stolen once Forsyth returned to Pine Ridge.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nYour memory is fabulous! Finished my book on Company M, 7th Cavalry at the LBH, titled Custer\u2019s Best. Your website is as good as your memory! You are showing how modern IT can extend historical research exponentially. Am currently using Ancestry.com to finish a book on the 1874 Yellowstone Wagon Road & Prospecting Expedition. Weapon serial numbers is a pursuit to keep my mind fresh.\nPingback: The Resident Evil\nDavid M. Flook says:", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nI am the great grandson of William H. Flook who was present at Wounded Knee on Dec 29, 1890. He was a Private in Co.G 2nd US Infantry. He served 1890-1898 and was honorably discharged. The account I was given by my father, which is from his memory, was that Pvt. William Flook was given the order to bludgeon children and babies to conserve ammunition. He refused on moral convictions and was set to be court-martialed. However it was never carried out", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nHe is buried in Crown Hill Cemetery Centerville, Indiana (1865-1929). I have his original GAR emblem from his hat. I retired from the U.S. Air Force as a MSgt with 30 years service.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nFascinating. Thank you for sharing that. I have found that much of the oral family history I heard growing up was very distorted and inaccurate. There was an officer the the 2nd Infantry Regiment at Wounded Knee the morning of Dec. 29, 1890. However, there is no record that I have uncovered indicating that any enlisted soldiers from that regiment were at Wounded Knee. The 2nd Infantry Regiment was at the Pine Ridge Agency that day and was actively involved in defending the agency", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nDavid M. Flook, your oral history is likely accurate, coinciding as it does with contemporeanous Army narratives like that of Hugh McGinnis who was with General Miles at the Wounded Knee Massacre, and of General Miles himself, and of Edward Godfrey and Seventh Cavalryman Andrew M. Flynn who were at Wounded Knee, and that of Capt. Soule at the Sand Creek Massacre, 1864. Capt. Soule, like Pvt", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nWilliam Flook, refused to participate My question is: have there been other Medals of Honor awarded to soldiers who killed so many old men, women and children?", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\n\u201cGeneral Nelson A. Miles who visited the scene of carnage, following a three-day blizzard, estimated that around 300 snow shrouded forms were strewn over the countryside. He also discovered to his horror that helpless children and women with babies in their arms had been chased as far as two miles from the original scene of encounter and cut down without mercy by the troopers. \u2026 Judging by the slaughter on the battlefield it was suggested that the soldiers simply went berserk", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nGeneral Miles: \u201cThe rifle was discharged and a massacre occurred, not only the warriors but the sick Chief Big Foot, and a large number of women and children who tried to escape by running and scattering over the prairie were hunted down and killed.\u201d\nEdward S. Godfrey; captain; commanded Co. D of the 7th Cavalry:", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\n\u201cI know the men did not aim deliberately and they were greatly excited. I don\u2019t believe they saw their sights. They fired rapidly but it seemed to me only a few seconds till there was not a living thing before us; warriors, squaws, children, ponies, and dogs \u2026 went down before that unaimed fire.\u201d\nGodfrey\u2019s account supports the conclusion that many of the soldiers killed at Wounded Knee died as a result of friendly fire, for which Forsyth was court-martialed.\nSeventh Cavalryman Flynn", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nSeventh Cavalryman Andrew M. Flynn said that while he was serving as a litter bearer after Wounded Knee, he found two Sioux babies lying with the bodies of their dead mothers and brought them in to the aid station, where a Sergeant seriously told him he should have \u201cbashed them against a tree.\u201d From Forty Miles a Day on Beans and Hay, by Don Rickey, Jr. about the enlisted soldier fighting the Indian Wars.", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nThe Sand Creek Massacre on Nov. 29th, 1864 has been well-researched by Billy J. Stratton, professor of Native American studies/contemporary American literature, University of Denver. Refusing to participate, Capt. Soule and the men of Company D of the First Colorado, along with Capt. Cramer of Company K, bore witness to the incomprehensible. Chivington\u2019s attack soon descended into a frenzy of killing and mutilation, with soldiers taking scalps and other grisly trophies from the bodies of the dead", "Colonel Forsyth's Official Reports of Actions at Wounded Knee\nSoule was a devoted abolitionist and one dedicated to the rights of all people. He stayed true to his convictions in the face of insults and even a threat of hanging from Chivington the night before at Fort Lyon. In Soule\u2019s account, he writes, \u201cI tell you Ned it was hard to see little children on their knees have their brains beat out by men professing to be civilized.\u201d Colorado territorial governor, John Evans, had issued two proclamations calling for violence against Native people of the plains."]

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The Life of Jesus of Nazareth

["The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nJohn\u2019s father, Zacharias was a priest of the course of Abia, the eighth of the 24 courses into which the priesthood was divided. His testimony was that he was a good man. As was customary with the rank and file priests, he served in the Temple for two weeks of the year, most likely with a six month interval between them. During one of his periods of service something both remarkable and wonderful happened. After some 400 years of silence, God spoke \u2013 He sent a communication from heaven", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nIt was not directed to the High Priest, or to one of the chief priests, but to Zacharias who was on duty in the Temple - in the Holy Place burning incense.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHis tour of duty had started unremarkably. He had arrived on the Friday, as was usual, and passed through the triple gate at the foot of the Southern wall of the Temple. This was the gate reserved for the priests\u2019 use \u2013 the general public gained access through other gates. Climbing up through the priests\u2019 passageway under the Herodian extensions he exited into the sunshine on the Temple Mount facing the one of the Huldah gates", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHe passed through the Huldah gate reserved for the priests, crossed the court of Gentiles, entered the court of Israel and skirted the court of prayer to reach the vestment keeper\u2019s office which was located in the building at the side of the court of priests. There he collected his priestly robes before making his way down the staircase to the sacred baths reserved for the priesthood to bathe and robe; and thence to the hall of the priests where he deposited his everyday clothes in one of the 96 lockers", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAll this took place on the Friday for the courses of priests changed on the Sabbath. His place of residence during his tour of duty was to be the \u2018chamber of the hearth\u2019, an important building in close proximity to the court of priests. The ground level was the priests\u2019 dining room and the upper level is where they slept.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nFor a normal day, the captain of the Temple called them at cock-crowing, which is 3 a.m. After eating in the dining room, Zacharias left by the side door and joined other priests to share a sacramental meal and to say prayers", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nIt was only after all proper preparations had been completed that the duty priests would report to the hall of polished stones where lots were cast to allocate individual tasks, for example, who would kill the sacrifice, who sprinkle the blood, who sweep the inner altar, who clean the lampstand, who burn the incense, etc. Zacharias was allocated a \u2018once in a lifetime\u2019 honour of burning the incense in the Holy Place at the time of prayer.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHe was joined by two others who cleaned the altar and kindled the fire but they left on completion of their duties leaving Zacharias alone to burn the incense and recite the prayers of intercession. Although the great door into the Temple building (the Gate of the Golden Vine) was open, there was a curtain which would have prevented others from seeing what went on inside. It was when the smoke of the incense was rising he saw in the cloud an angel on the right side of the golden altar. This, according to R", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nNathan and Simeon ben Asai[1], was the place where the Shekinah had talked to Moses.[2] He had never burnt incense in the Holy Place before, but he knew the appearance of the angel was unusual", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAlso, fresh in his mind was the warning he had received regarding the correct procedure to be followed, for all priests were aware of the punishment delivered to Nadab and Abihu who offered \u2018strange fire\u2019.[3] So it was not surprising that the angel first said, \u201cFear not\u201d before giving him a message regarding the birth of a son \u2013 the forerunner of the Messiah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nZacharias must have been staggered at the encounter - an angelic visitor announcing the birth of the fore-runner of the Messiah; and that to a humble, albeit godly priest, who was blessed with a similarly godly wife. Their recorded testimony was: \u201cthey were both righteous before God, walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless\u201d. (Luke 1:5,6 )", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe angel was Gabriel (the might of God), the same one who had announced to Daniel that Messiah would appear 483 years after the edict to rebuild the Temple", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nTo Zacharias he announced that Messiah\u2019s appearance was imminent, and declared his \u2018not yet conceived\u2019 son was to be a symbolic fulfilment of the last recorded prophetic utterance (by Malachi); \u201cBehold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD: And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.\u201d (Mal", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\n4:5,6) Luke\u2019s record is detailed: \u201c\u2026 the angel said to him, \u201cDo not be afraid, Zacharias, for your prayer is heard; and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you shall call his name John. And you will have joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth. For he will be great in the sight of the Lord, and shall drink neither wine nor strong drink. He will also be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother\u2019s womb. And he will turn many of the children of Israel to the Lord their God", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHe will also go before Him in the spirit and power of Elijah, \u2018to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children,\u2019 and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.\u201d\u201d (Luke 1:13\u201317)", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nZacharias could not believe it, for although he and Elizabeth had been praying for a son for a considerable time, he had given up hope. So he asked for a sign, as if the appearance of one of God\u2019s mighty angels was not enough! He got his wish \u2013 but not the kind of sign he was hoping for. He was struck dumb and deaf[4], disabilities that would not be reversed until the words of Gabriel were confirmed by events", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nWhen he emerged from the Holy Place he was expected to pronounce the Numbers 6:24-26 benediction on the people.[5] However, to the consternation of those waiting outside at the time of prayer he was unable to fulfil this last part of his morning service. When, at the end of seven days he came to the end of his tour of duty he returned home to a city in Judah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAs for Elizabeth, she conceived and went into seclusion. Because the child was to be so remarkable a son, so strict a Nazarite, and so famous a prophet, Elizabeth sequestered herself in case she should defile herself in any way, and thereby contract any uncleanness upon the Nazarite in her womb", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThis was in harmony with the instruction given by the angel of the LORD to the mother of the other Nazarite by divine appointment, Samson, \u201cNow therefore, please be careful not to drink wine or similar drink, and not to eat anything unclean.\u201d (Judges 13:4)", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\n[1] Qutoed in Halkut\n[2] Exod.30:6\n[3] Lev.10:1\n[4] Luke 1:62\n[5] Tamid 7:2 (D)(Mishnah)\nThe Birth of Christ (Continued)\nWas there any expectation of a Messiah at the time of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nStudents of the Old Testament were familiar with those times when God had provided a prophetic indicator of great deliverances. For example, because of His words to Abraham, Israel might have anticipated a Moses after 400 years in Egypt. Certainly, Daniel was able to mark the end of the Babylonian captivity after 70 years, because of the prophecy of Jeremiah", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nTherefore, those who poured over the pages of the T\u2019nach at the beginning of the Christian era would have been aware of Daniel\u2019s prophecy which spoke of a period of 69 \u2018sevens\u2019 of years, that is 483 years, from the edict for the rebuilding of Jerusalem after the Babylonian exile to the coming of \u2018Messiah the Prince\u2019. These scholars looked for any indications of the unveiling of the Messiah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAnd for those that had eyes to see, there were signs that the time of Messiah had come. There had been that incident when an elderly priest had testified that during the ceremony of the burning of the incense, he had seen an angel in the Temple, who had brought a message of the coming of the Messiah. The angel was the very same Gabriel who had been instrumental in giving the timetable of Messiah\u2019s coming to Daniel. Events surrounding the angelic visit helped to confirm the veracity of the message", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe old priest was struck dumb and a son was miraculously born to the old couple, on whose birth the old priest was able to talk again. Friends and neighbours spread the news throughout Judea.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nSix months after the birth of the son of the priest, the \u2018light and glory of God\u2019 shone above the hills around Bethlehem. This light, the Shekinah of God, had been visible, even in Babylonia, where the eastern stargazers marked it and understood its significance. Temple shepherds, who had witnessed the Shekinah glory, reported further angelic messages of the birth of the Messiah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThen there was the testimony of those who were recognised to be under the inspiration of the Spirit of God. Some six weeks after the shepherds had seen the Shekinah glory of God, the parents of the baby identified by heaven as the Messiah, went up to the Temple to fulfil their obligations - the offering of sacrifice for the purification of the mother, and the payment of money for the redemption of the first-born", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nFollowing the priestly benediction on the infant, a godly man, Simeon, entered the court of prayer, held the child in His arms and declared the baby to be God\u2019s Messiah. This man was not only a student of the Scriptures and therefore aware of the timing of the coming of the Messiah, but also a godly man who had received an indication from God that he would not die until he saw the \u2018Consolation of Israel\u2019. The prophetess, Anna, likewise declared Him to be her Messiah", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nNearly two years after these events, the eastern stargazers, who had seen from afar the Shekinah glory over the hills of Bethlehem, arrived in Jerusalem on a visit and \u2018troubled\u2019 both Herod and Jerusalem with the question, \u2018Where is He who has been born King of the Jews?\u2019 (Matt.2:2)", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHerod, clearly aware of the Messianic expectations of the nation at that time, called some of the Sanhedrin and asked where the Messiah was to be born. They identified Bethlehem, which community suffered a great tragedy some time later when Herodian soldiers slaughtered all of the children younger than twenty-five months. It was Herod\u2019s attempt, no doubt prompted by a higher, evil, power, to kill the young Messiah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nTo poor, sinful, demon-possessed Israel Jesus came as their Messiah and offered deliverance and peace. How different would their future have been had they accepted Him. But sin makes a person foolish, and that applied to Israel\u2019s leaders at that time.\nHowever, the offer of deliverance and peace is still being made today\u2014but now to individuals. Let not any be foolish and reject Christ\u2019s offer of mercy, especially at Christmas time. After all, He can change your life for the better!\nThe Birth of Christ", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nOur Christmas study continues to look at the condition of the world as seen in the condition of Israel at the time\nWhen God sent His Son\nScribes and Pharisees:", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe Pharisees, in contrast to the Sadducees, accepted the whole of the T\u2019nach, (the Law, the Writings and the Prophets); and added other regulations which they sought to impose on the population. These other laws and regulations were called the \u2018tradition of the elders\u2019; and revolved around the practical application of the T\u2019nach. The Pharisees worked hand in hand with the interpreters of these traditions, the Scribes, but Jesus condemned both Scribes and Pharisees for hypocrisy", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThey pretended spirituality, they pretended integrity, they pretended they were following the light of the Word of God, but Jesus said, they were, like the Sadducees, corrupt, extortioners, exploiting the people, devouring widows\u2019 houses. Described as blind leaders of the blind, they were a generation of vipers.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHistorically, these \u2018rulers of Israel\u2019, (Sadducean priests and Pharisaic elders and lawyers), met in the house of polished stones in the Temple compound, but at the time of the ministry of the Messiah they were meeting in the end chamber of the royal porch, located on the southern wall of the Temple mount.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe population itself was largely in a state of unbelief, and ripe for the activities of the Adversary. When Jesus began His ministry, one of His first tasks was as a medical missionary to the demon possessed. This condition revealed itself in many ways, with some deaf, some blind, some mute, some paralysed, some lunatic and some spastic. Many in Israel had been \u2018bound by Satan\u2019 for a considerable period", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nLightfoot expresses it in his exercitations on Matthew 10: \u2018When I consider with myself that numberless number of demoniacs which the evangelists mention, the like to which no history affords, and the Old Testament produces hardly one or two examples, I cannot but suspect \u2026that the Jewish people, now arriving to the very top of that impiety, now also arrived to the very top of those curses which are recited in Leviticus chapter 26 and Deuteronomy chapter 28\u2019", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThen there were those who, while not possessed, were oppressed of the devil. Luke refers to it when he reported, \u2018Jesus of Nazareth \u2026 went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him.\u2019 It appears that Jesus first had to cleanse the nation of demonic activity before they could have the freedom to consider His claims of office. Jesus likened the nation to a man possessed of an unclean demon.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe Birth of the Saviour\nInto such a world and at such a time the Son of God came, born of a virgin in David\u2019s town of Bethlehem, of the line of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Judah and David\nWe magnify the grace and condescension of God in this great act of mercy. \u201cChrist Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men.\u201d (Phil. 2:5\u20137)\nChrist, by highest heaven adored;", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nChrist, the everlasting Lord;\nLate in time behold him come,\nOffspring of the Virgin\u2019s womb.\nVeiled in flesh the Godhead see;\nHail the incarnate Deity,\nPleased as man with man to dwell;\nJesus, our Emmanuel!\nPosted by Mountjoy at 7:04 AM 0 comments\nSince Christmas is just around the corner, I thought we could have an early look at the condition of the world:\nThe condition of the Jewish nation at the time of the incarnation", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nWriters of the Jewish Scriptures prophesied the coming of a deliverer, an anointed one, a Messiah; an individual who would be of the seed of woman; and descended from Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Judah and David. Moses said he would be an anointed prophet, David said he would be a priest of the order of Melchizedek, Micah said he would rule Israel. Jesus of Nazareth claimed to be that Messiah.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAt the time of His birth, Israel was in captivity both nationally and spiritually. The land, promised to Abraham and his seed, was enemy held territory. The standards, symbols and activities of Rome, the unlawful occupants, were everywhere. The Jewish Temple, for all its great height, was itself overlooked by the towers of the Antonia Fortress. This was a physical illustration of the plight of the nation.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAnother King of the Jews: Under Rome, there was a period when the secular rulers of the nation were the Herods. There are seven of them mentioned in the New Testament. The first was Herod the Great, the king of the nation at the time of the birth of Jesus. He was not of David\u2019s line, not even of Jacob\u2019s line, therefore not of \u2018Israel\u2019. He was an Idumean, a descendent of Esau, and a Jewish proselyte. Under Rome, he ruled over an area the size of which rivalled that of Solomon", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHe thought of himself as a new Solomon, building the Temple while overcoming all obstacles. He obtained the title, \u2018King of the Jews\u2019 and some of the Herodian party considered him a Messiah. However, he was evil, a murderer, his infamous act, the massacre of the innocents of Bethlehem, was not out of character", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nIt is likely that one of the sons of Boethus was High Priest at the time of the birth of Jesus. Boethus was a pupil of Antigonus of Sokho who taught the maxim, \"Be not like the servants who serve their masters for the sake of the wages, but be rather like those who serve without thought of receiving wages\". He and another of his pupils, Zadok repeated this maxim to their pupils", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nIn the course of time, either the two teachers or their pupils understood this to express the belief that there was neither an afterlife nor a resurrection of the dead and founded the sects of the Sadducees and the Boethusians. They lived in luxurious splendour; using silver and golden vessels all their lives.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHistorical in this story is the statement that these two sects denied the immortality of the soul and resurrection. Josephus asserted their rejection of \u201cthe immortal duration of the soul, and the punishments and rewards in Hades\u201d. \u201cSouls die with the bodies\u201d was what they said. The practical effect of this doctrine was \u2018eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die\u2019. They were called the Epicureans of the Jews", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nSince their theological position did not include reward or retribution after death, they were left with no restraint in the present.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nInterspersed with the High Priesthoods of the family of Boethus was the High Priesthoods of the family of Annas who were of the Sadducean persuasion. It was a son in law of Annas, Caiaphas, who was High Priest during the period of Jesus\u2019 ministry.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe sum of all this was that for six decades around the birth, ministry and death of Christ, the Temple was controlled by those who did not believe that they would ever stand before the judgement seat of God. These doctrines opened the door to all kinds of excesses and misdeeds.\nThe Priesthood", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe commercial enterprises of the priesthood on the Temple Mount exposed their corruption. Items essential for ritual offerings were sold at exorbitant prices. The great religious festivals, when Jerusalem was filled with pilgrims from other parts of the Roman empire as well as the faithful in Israel, were used to collect vast amounts of money. A Rabbi described them not as priests but as treasurers. Jesus referred to them as \u2018thieves and robbers\u2019", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe Temple \u2018market\u2019 in Rabbinical writings is referred to as \u2018the Bazaars of the Sons of Annas\u2019 (Chanuyoth beney Chanan). The priests were running a monopoly and worshippers were fleeced like the sheep they sacrificed!", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nPosted by Mountjoy at 10:00 AM 0 comments\nThe Messiah and the Ritual of Israel (Continued)\nThe Degradation of the Office of High Priest", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nWhile the Maccabean leaders and those that followed them had the spirit of Jonathan (son of Saul), they were successful. Jonathan had said, \u201c\u2026 it may be that the Lord will work for us. For nothing restrains the Lord from saving by many or by few.\u201d (1 Samuel 14:6) When they expressed similar faith and trusted the Lord for strength and wisdom they were victorious, but somehow once they had success they felt they had to maintain security by other means", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThey made alliances with some of the stronger nations around them to maintain power. This resulted in their hold on the land being weakened and ultimately broken.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nTheir change in policy was also reflected in the way the office of High Priest was treated. Under the Mosaic covenant it was designed to be hereditary and only change on the decease of the holder, but because of its inherent power, both politically and culturally, it was coveted by those with ambitions to rule. It was forcibly taken by some who had no right to hold it", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nDifferent ones obtained it be various means, sometimes by offering money, sometimes through military power, sometimes by political astuteness. From 163 BC to 159 BC Alcimus was High Priest. In May 160 BC he gave great offence to those who adhered to the Torah. He threw down the walls of the inner court of the Temple and in so doing was said to have destroyed the works of the prophets. His death soon after was considered a judgement of God.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nA mixture of diplomacy and military acumen was needed to obtain and then retain power in the region. Some accomplished it by obtaining the post of ruler/prince/king as well as the office of High Priest. For more than one hundred years one family dominated the political and religious landscape \u2013 it was the family that led the rebellion against Syria, the Maccabees. Jonathan, brother of Judas, was invested as High Priest in 153 BC. Simon, his brother, subsequently became High Priest in 141 BC", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThis was the founding of the Hasmonean High Priesthood. He then was succeeded by his son John Hyrcanus I, who was himself succeeded by his son, Aristobulus I. Aristobulus only held the office of High Priest for a short time (105 BC \u2013 104 BC)! Alexander Jannaeus, his brother, then held the post. Alexander was not only High Priest but also king and held this position from 104 BC to 78 BC", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHis widow Salome became Queen on his decease, before his son Aristobulus II became ruler and his brother Hyrcanus II, High Priest. He held office until 40 BC. Antigonus, son of Aristobulos II, was High Priest from 40 BC to 37 BC and was succeeded by Aristobulus III (36 BC) He was the last of the Hasmoneans, paternal grandson of Aristobulus II and brother of Herod's wife Mariamne (second wife of Herod)", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThere were 14 further High Priests prior to the accession of Caiaphas, the High Priest in office at the time of the crucifixion of Jesus. This list is offered to demonstrate that the requirements of the Law, (that the High Priest was to be of the family of Aaron and hold the office for life), was no longer taken seriously.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe power of Rome in the region waxed and waned - Pompey entered Jerusalem in 63 BC \u2013but then the Roman civil wars brought a temporary respite to Hebrew nation. However, in 37 BC Israel became a client state of Rome when Herod the Great, who had allied himself to the Roman cause, was installed as king. Herod was an Idumean, that is, from the region of Edom. This region had been forced to embrace the Jewish religion by John Hyrcanus in 123 BC. This is why Herod felt he could be considered Jewish", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThis history delivers much information to illuminate any consideration of the life and times of Jesus, delivering as it does a catalogue of the many varied influences that impacted on His ministry.\n(1) That Rome was the supreme power at the time of His birth, life and death caused Him to be born in Bethlehem and die by crucifixion.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\n(2) That Rome installed Herod, an ambitious, vicious, blood thirsty, power seeking individual as king, produced the slaughter of the innocents in Bethlehem, the settling of the family in Nazareth and the beheading of John the Baptist.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\n(3) It was the actions of Antiochus Epiphanes and the reaction of the \u2018pious\u2019 that also gave shape to the political landscape at the time of Christ, for there are many that would suggest that the Chasidim (the \u2018pious\u2019), who led the revolt against Syria, morphed into the Pharisees who took upon themselves the responsibility of defending rigorously the traditions of the nation.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\n(4) The buying (or acquiring by force) the position of High Priest explains why the office had been so greatly corrupted and in such disrepute, when it was held by the \u2018Sons of Annas\u2019, a group which includes Caiaphas who presided over the trial and condemnation of Christ.\nEvents Leading to the Establishment of the Feast of Dedication", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThen on the 15th Chisleu, that is, in December of 168 BC there took place an incident that has been burned into the racial memory of the Jewish people - a pagan altar was built at the great altar in the Jerusalem Temple. Then on the 25th Chisleu, for the first time, a sacrifice was offered on it. This was the first fulfillment of Daniel\u2019s prophecy \u2013 \u201cthey shall defile the sanctuary fortress; then they shall take away the daily sacrifices, and place there the abomination of desolation.\u201d (Daniel 11:31)", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe Jews first showed passive resistance but this was soon replaced by open revolt. Revolution broke out in the town of Modein at the call of a priest of the order of Joarib, named Mattathias, and his five sons, John, Simon, Judas, Eleasar and Jonathan", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nWhen the king\u2019s officer came to Modein in order to insist that the inhabitants offer a heathen sacrifice, Mattathias refused to obey and stepping forward said, \u201cThough all the nations that are under the king\u2019s dominion obey him, and fall away every one from the religion of their fathers and give consent to his commandments, yet will I and my sons and my brothers walk in the covenant of our fathers. God forbid that we should forsake the law and the ordinances\u201d", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nWhen Mattathias saw another from the town approaching the altar to offer the sacrifice and appease the king\u2019s officer he rushed forward and slew him there. He and his sons also killed the king\u2019s commissioner and leveled the altar to the ground. Mattathias and his sons fled to the mountains and were joined by others of the Chasidim (the pious) and began a campaign of guerrilla warfare.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe son of Mattathias, Judas came to be the military leader of the movement and he and the force under him felt that they had the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob on their side. They marched against Jerusalem, which was under Syrian control, and won a brilliant victory. They restored the worship of YHWH in Zion. This gave further impetus to the rebellion and other victories followed, although in the flow of the conflict Jerusalem changed hands and had to be re-taken", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAfter two decisive victories, Judas took possession of Jerusalem once again although he could not dislodge the Syrian forces from the citadel. Nevertheless, he was able to keep them in check while cleansing the Temple ready for a resumption of divine worship. Everything impure was carried out of the Temple and the altar of burnt offering which had been polluted was dismantled and wholly replaced", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nNew sacred garments and furniture were provided, and when everything was in order the Temple was re-consecrated by the celebration of a great feast. This was on the 25th Chisleu , that is, in December 165 BC on exactly the same day as the altar had been desecrated three years earlier, when heathen sacrifices had been offered in the court of priests. The festivities lasted for eight days", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe recovery of the Temple was so momentous that it was resolved to celebrate it annually (it came to be known as the Feast of Dedication (see John 10:22).", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nNext Time How the office of High Priest was degraded.\nInfluences that affect the Office of High Priest during the Inter-Testamental Period\nThe Hellenising of the Jewish Nation", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAlongside the legalistic tendencies that were permeating the nation, another influence of an entirely different kind arose at the time of Alexander the Great. It was the ambition of Alexander to found an empire which would be held together, not merely by the unity of government but also the unity of language and customs", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAll the nations under his dominion were to be saturated with Hellenic culture \u2013 thus Greek became the universal language of business and government and he took care that Greek colonists should always follow in the wake of his army. This is why Paul and the apostles spoke and wrote in Greek and why the original language of the New Testament is Greek.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nGreek culture and language was successful in infiltrating the land of Israel. Nevertheless, it had an unforeseen consequence - it triggered a revival of Torah observance and gave impetus to the strengthening of the Jewishness of the Hebrew people. It happened at the time of the Syrian domination of Israel", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThe population had gravitated towards two parties \u2013 the party friendly to the Greeks (those who wished to live and act like Greeks) and those who were antagonistic to these tendencies \u2013 those of the party of the \u2018pious\u2019, the Chasidim, who wished to be observers of the Mosaic code. Everything seemed to be flowing toward the Hellenists \u2013 the secularization of the country was gaining momentum \u2013 but then a powerful reaction set in", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThis king (Antiochus IV) held the Syrian throne from 175 BC to 164 BC. This meant that he also had authority over Israel which was treated as one of their provinces. The leadership of Israel at the beginning of his reign rested with the High Priest, Onias III. But this office, the highest and most powerful in the land, was political as well as religious, and other leaders who had no qualifications, either by birth or training, squabbled over who was to have the position", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nConsequently, Onias III was driven out by one named Jesus, who became better known under his Greek name Jason. Jason promised their Syrian ruler a great sum of money in return for the office of High Priest, and was given not only the leadership of the Jewish people (under Antiochus) but also the responsibility of continuing the programme of Hellenising the Hebrew people. A gymnasium was erected below the castle in Jerusalem and young men exercised themselves in the gymnastic arts of the Greeks", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nEven the priests forsook their service at the altar and took part in the games. However, Jason was overthrown by another, one Menelaus, who offered even more money to the king in return for the position of High Priest. This did not quench the claim of Jason and much in-fighting took place before Antiochus decided to march against Jerusalem", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nA cruel man, he massacred much of the population and then plundered the treasures of the Temple including the golden Menorah, the golden altar and the table of showbread. Still the cup of despair of the Jewish people was not yet full \u2013 there were more desecrations yet to come.", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nAntiochus had military ambitions in other areas of the region as well \u2013 but when he marched against Egypt he was defeated. Rome, aiming to be the greatest power in the Middle East, entered the conflict. The forces of Antiochus were routed and he had to retreat. Having been humiliated in battle he decided to take it out on the Jewish people. He began a war of extermination against the Jewish religion", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nHe sent out representatives to ensure that no-one of Jewish extraction was permitted to follow the religion of their fathers. Those that disobeyed were to be punished \u2013 the men killed and women and children sold into slavery. It was to begin at Jerusalem which was to become a Greek city populated by colonists. The Jewish population of Jerusalem was destroyed \u2013 but it was only the first step of the programme to de-Judais Israel", "The Life of Jesus of Nazareth\nThroughout the whole land the Jewish religion was to be rooted out, and the worship of Greek gods imposed. The observance of all Jewish rites, especially those of circumcision and Sabbath rest, were forbidden on pain of death. Officers were sent out into the nation to ensure the emperor\u2019s wishes were carried out. Once a month a rigorous search took place \u2013 if a copy of the book of the Law was found in the possession of any man \u2013 or if anyone had his child circumcised - then he was put to death."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://sacred-texts.com/tao/kfu/kfu079.htm

The Tiger Series

["The Tiger Series\nThe Tiger Series.\nThe Tiger is the greatest of the four-footed creatures, the lord of wild animals, and represents the masculine principle of nature. He lives for a thousand years. When 500 years old, he becomes white. His claws act as a talisman; and the ashes of his skin, when worn about the person, act as a charm against disease. In Tauist literature, the Dragon and the Tiger play a most important part.\nNo. 1.\u2014The Mountain-Jumping Tiger.", "The Tiger Series\nJump from one place to another, and then back, 24 times. In this way, the black dragon and white tiger are brought face to face, and the door of the hill (to become genii) will be opened.\nNo. 2.\u2014The Tiger coming out of the Cave.\nThe person, on all fours, moves backwards and forwards, each 12 times. The muscles and bones are thus made and kept movable, the viscera enjoy peace, and the blood and veins flow regularly.\nNo. 3.\u2014The Flying-Rainbow Tiger.", "The Tiger Series\nThe two arms are stretched out together in one direction, first to the left and then to the right, 24 times, as if flying to the right and to the left. This opens the chest, and makes it feel comfortable. The muscles, bones and heart are likewise benefited, and so disease is prevented. (The illustration resembles those for the Second and Tenth months of the Year's Series).\nNo. 4.\u2014The Relaxing-Tendon Tiger.", "The Tiger Series\nBoth legs are stretched out flat on the ground from the body right and left, with the arms grasping the feet like the string of a bow, turning to the right and left 12 times each way. With the view of moving the muscles, ligaments and bones, preventing the production of disease, or removing it far off.\nNo. 5.\u2014The Tiger suspended from a Beam.", "The Tiger Series\nSuspended from a cross-bar, weigh the body, first on one hand, then on the other, 24 times; and all manner of diseases will vanish, the air and blood will circulate, and the viscera be made comfortable.\nNo. 6.\u2014The Tiger fixed like the Tripod of an Incense Burner.\nSit cross-legged and straight, with hands at the side like a tripod firmly fixed, with the shoulder placed straight, and the head thrown up 24 times. This is considered great kung-fu, and calculated to produce great good.", "The Tiger Series\nNo. 7.\u2014The Standing-on-one-Leg Tiger.\nFirst on one side, and then on the other, each 12 times. To give peace to the bones and ligaments of the entire body.\nNo. 8.\u2014The Turning-his-Body Tiger.\nAs if the feet were flying, and the two hands on the ground supporting the body. To be done 24 times without stopping. To prevent the air stopping anywhere, and causing debility and laziness of the body.\nNo. 9.\u2014The Tiger turning himself.", "The Tiger Series\nThe hands are turned with palms backwards, and the shoulders are grasped firmly 81 times. Used for broadening the chest, and causing the blood and air to move constantly. (The illustration is similar to No. 3, of the Medicinal Kung).\nNo. 10.\u2014The Tiger swallowing Saliva.\nThe saliva to be swallowed 24 times. To diminish the fire (inflammation) of the heart.\nNo. 11.\u2014The Peach-Blossom Tiger.", "The Tiger Series\nThe face is to be roughed with both hands, the voice is to be thrown out by pronouncing ha until the face is red and quite hot, and there are no wrinkles, and the face is as if the person had been drinking. *\nNo. 12.\u2014The Peaceful Spirit Tiger.\nSit cross-legged, to pacify the heart, as if looking at a beautiful garden or picture.\nNo. 13.\u2014The Tiger (a lady) playing the Dragon's Flute.", "The Tiger Series\nThere are no holes in the sides; therefore played at the end If it be not blown, the air can not enter; and, if the air do not enter the road is not open; and, if the road be not open, the tan-t\u2018ien air does not move, and the person is not able to play. If it succeed, then the tan-t\u2018ien air passes to the \"Heavenly Door,\" and so round the entire body, according to diagram illustrative of the Physiology of Kung-fu (inserted at the end).\nNo. 14.\u2014The Dragon (a man) playing the Tiger's Guitar.", "The Tiger Series\nTo cause the heart to desire and wish for things, and then both their hearts will be joyful and contract no disease (different musical instruments are recommended).\nThen follows\u2014The Dragon asking the Tiger the News, and The Tiger (a lady) arriving at the Village of the Dragon. The illustration is unfit for publication.", "The Tiger Series\n219:* The peach tree is an emblem and symbol of longevity, and derives much of its allegorical character from a reference to it in the Book of Odes. It occupies too a prominent position in the mystical fancies of the Tauists. Magical virtues were very early attributed to twigs of this tree, and its use in making handles, beating down earth with the view of driving away demons, is in constant demand, and originally in writing charms to be placed over the doors at the New Year to drive off evil spirits", "The Tiger Series\nThe pilgrims to Miao-f\u00eang-shan, in the Fourth moon, bring back peach sticks to ward off evil spirits. A host of superstitious notions cluster around the peach-wood,\u2014many of a magical nature. It yielded the fruit of immortality. According to Mayers, one of the panaceas of the Tauists was said to be composed of the peach tree mingled with the powdered ash of the mulberry, which not alone cured all diseases but also conferred the boon of immortality."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://csd.cs.cmu.edu/people/faculty/maria-balcan

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["Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nNina Balcan\nEmail: ninamf@cs.cmu.edu\nhttp://www.cs.cmu.edu/~ninamf\nAlgorithms and Complexity\nMy research tackles fundamental questions in Machine Learning, Algorithmic Game Theory, and Algorithms. My work develops deep new connections between these areas, using ideas and insights from each of them to solve some of their central and emerging challenges in innovative ways.", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nFoundations for Machine Learning Machine learning studies the design of automatic methods for extracting information from data and has become a tremendously successful discipline with a wide variety of important applications in areas such as robotics, healthcare, information retrieval, and sustainability. Its past successful evolution was heavily influenced by mathematical foundations developed for several core problems including generalizing from labeled data", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nHowever, with the variety of applications of machine learning across science, engineering, and computing in the age of Big Data, re-examining the underlying foundations of the field has become imperative. A major goal of my research is to substantially advance the field of machine learning by developing foundations and algorithms for a number of important modern learning paradigms", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nThese include interactive learning, where the algorithm and the domain expert engage in a dialogue to facilitate more accurate learning from less data compared to the classic approach of passively observing labeled data; distributed learning, where a large dataset is distributed across multiple servers and the challenge lies in learning with limited communication; and multi-task learning, where the goal is to solve multiple related learning problems from less data by taking advantage of relationship among the learning tasks", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nMy goal is to provide new frameworks explaining the fundamental underlying principles, as well as new powerful, principled, and practical learning algorithms designed to satisfy the new types of constraints and challenges of these modern settings (including statistical efficiency, computational efficiency, noise tolerance, limited supervision or interaction, privacy, low communication, and incentives).", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nAlgorithmic Game Theory Traditionally, complex systems involving multiple agents each with their own interests in mind have been analyzed through purely game theoretic lenses, but technologies such as the Internet have triggered an increased growth of research concerning algorithmic aspects as well. Yet these approaches are often limited to studying static concepts", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nMy work goes further and shows how machine learning methods can help tackle fundamental open questions regarding information-gathering and dynamics in these settings. For example, in past work, I showed an exciting application of machine learning to automate aspects of auction design and formally address problems of market analysis for designing combinatorial pricing mechanisms with near-optimal revenue guarantees", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nAlong different lines, my current work develops a new approach to analyzing the overall behavior of complex systems in which multiple agents with limited information are selfishly adapting their behavior over time based on past experience. My goal is to develop general techniques for influencing the behavior of natural learning dynamics towards globally good states, as well as to provide powerful tools to reason about economic agents as adaptive, learning entities.", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nAnalysis of Algorithms beyond the Worst Case Many important optimization problems are unfortunately provably hard even to approximate well on worst-case instances. However, real-world instances often satisfy certain natural regularities or stability properties. A recent direction in my work is designing algorithms for important optimization problems with strong formal guarantees under natural stability assumptions about the input instances", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nFor example, in the context of clustering I showed that approximation stability assumptions (implicit when modeling clustering as approximately optimizing a distance-based objective, e.g., k-means) could be leveraged to overcome worst-case hardness results. I am interested to further analyze in this framework other problems of finding hidden structure in data", "Home | Carnegie Mellon University Computer Science Department\nI additionally plan to identify other meaningful and generally applicable models of computation beyond worst-case analysis, that accurately model real-world instances and could provide a useful alternative to traditional worst-case models in a broad range of optimization problems."]

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https://www.recenter.tamu.edu/news/newstalk-texas/?Item=14570

NewsTalk Texas - Real Estate Center

["NewsTalk Texas\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n - \r\n Real Estate Center\nLone Star College readies for 40K-SF tech center in Generation Park Lone Star College readies for 40K-SF tech center in Generation Park https://www.recenter.tamu.edu/news/newstalk-texas/?Item=14570 2016-09-23T05:00:00Z 2016-09-23T19:40:00Z\n\u200bKINGWOOD - A new tech center facility plans to start building as the northeast Houston region continues to grow.", "NewsTalk Texas\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n - \r\n Real Estate Center\nLone Star College Kingwood plans to host a groundbreaking ceremony for its Process Technology Center, a 40,200-sf facility on 8.3 acres in Generation Park on October 4, 2016.\nThe facility seeks to train students for entry-level careers as process technologists and operators in a range of industries from petrochemical to pharmaceutical.\nA recent report finds there's a growing need for middle-skilled jobs in Houston.\nThe new facility will be located at 14001 Lockwood Rd.", "NewsTalk Texas\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n - \r\n Real Estate Center\nA price tag was not disclosed in the release, but the college used funds from a $485 million bond package passed in November 2014 to purchase six acres of the land.\nThe other 2.3 acres were donated by Houston-based McCord Development, the developer of the 4,000-acre master-planned park in northeast Houston.\nHouston Business Journal\nhttp://www.bizjournals.com/houston/news/2016/09/20/lone-star-college-to-start-building-tech-center-in.html\n\u200bCheck out Houston's Market Research to see free reports and data."]

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https://inside.uncc.edu/events/history-professor-panel-discussion-close-beyond-myths

History professor, panel discussion to close 'Beyond the Myths' | Inside UNC Charlotte | UNC Charlotte

["History professor, panel discussion to close 'Beyond the Myths' | Inside UNC Charlotte | UNC Charlotte\nJoin UNC Charlotte Professor of History Karen Cox at 6:30 p.m., March 13, at UNC Charlotte Center City, as she leads a discussion on the history, controversy and future of Civil War memorials in a panel presentation, \"Commemorating the Confederacy: History, Memory and Meaning in the 21st Century South.\" Scholars William Sturkey, assistant professor of history at UNC Chapel Hill, and Hilary Green, associate professor of history at the University of Alabama, will participate in this panel. RSVPs requested."]

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http://en.estudiologos.com.br/projects/bamboo-082012/

bamboo magazine redesign

["bamboo magazine redesign\nwe designed a website for bamboo while we made the magazine's graphic project and, a little over a year later, we made some adjustments to the design.\nthe starting point for the design was to create a strip below the headline, with some highlighted content invading this strip, in a similar way to what happens in the magazine.", "bamboo magazine redesign\nhowever, so that the content below the strip didn't become repetitive, we created a series of type-sizes for the thumbnails - in this way, the site's feed creates a varied landscape, a conflict between order and chaos which is also present in the magazine.\nnavigation in the content list is done through horizontal scrolling.\nbesides a few highlighted images, the upper strip receives quotes.", "bamboo magazine redesign\nthe calendar section also has its content displayed horizontally, hanging in the white upper strip, but without so much variation in the layout.\nand the listing of the magazine's issues has no variation \u2013 all hanging side by side, the same size."]

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https://spectator.com.au/2017/03/a-matter-of-life-and-death-3/

A matter of life and death

["A matter of life and death\nA matter of life and death\nKate Chisholm\nPolice officers stand guard outside the Hefei City Intermediate People's Court as China opens the murder trial of Gu Kailai, the wife of disgraced Chinese politician Bo Xilai (Photo: Getty)", "A matter of life and death\nIt was the crime story that showed us just how much China has changed since its years of social, political and economic isolation. The discovery on 16 November 2011 of the dead body of the British businessman Neil Heywood in Room 1605 of the Lucky Holiday Hotel in the Chinese city of Chongqing was not in itself so shocking. Sordid maybe, as it was declared by the Chinese authorities that he had died of excessive alcohol consumption. But nothing more than that", "A matter of life and death\nThe revelations that followed, though, transformed the case into an international cause c\u00e9l\u00e8bre, the inner workings of Chinese politics unravelling before the greedy eyes of the foreign media. Heywood, it has been suggested, was if not a spy then at least an \u2018informer\u2019 working for the British government. He did not die from natural causes but was poisoned by the wife of a leading Chinese politician who had been tipped for high office until her arrest and trial proved his undoing.", "A matter of life and death\nCarrie Grace\u2019s five-part series for Radio 4, Intrigue: Murder in the Lucky Holiday Hotel (produced by Neal Razzell and Maria Byrne), was almost as shocking as the story itself. Slick, efficient and professional, it was also shaped very definitely for the podcast market and was very different in tone from the usual Radio 4 documentary", "A matter of life and death\nIt was very listenable and hugely engaging, but the catchy soundbites and multiple voices, though livening up the storytelling, did not make its complex trail any clearer to follow.", "A matter of life and death\nWe were taken first of all not to Beijing but to Bournemouth and a short interview with a balloon-seller who back in 2000 was approached by Heywood\u2019s killer, the elegant but \u2018dangerous\u2019 Gu Kailai. She was in Britain because her son was at an expensive public school here, and on a whim had decided to import hot-air balloons into China to satisfy a growing demand for them. A strange way into the story, you might think", "A matter of life and death\nHeywood, it transpired, was employed as her middle man, a British man living in a provincial Chinese city who spoke fluent Chinese and was married to a Chinese wife.", "A matter of life and death\n\u2018Oh, it\u2019s going to get wild,\u2019 teased Grace. Cue slinky, seductive music in the background. We\u2019re constantly told it was a difficult programme to make because the Chinese authorities did not want to talk about it, or have anyone else talk about it. \u2018It is dangerous,\u2019 Grace said. She interviewed the Italian owner of the restaurant in Bournemouth where Gu Kailai used to do her business, meeting her associates at \u2018tables covered with red gingham cloths\u2019 as she moved money to and from China", "A matter of life and death\nWe heard from Peter Mandelson, who once had to negotiate with Kailai\u2019s husband, Bo Xilai, who was by then minister of commerce in the Chinese government. He told a bizarre tale of his trade team (only about three of them) being deprived of food and water while his Chinese counterparts (numbering about 100) were fed vitamin tablets to keep them awake during their talks, which went on until 4 a.m., when, unsurprisingly, a deal was made.", "A matter of life and death\nThe facts were all there, my attention was held throughout, but I\u2019m still as confused as ever, and the occasional jokey tone was offputting, creating the suspicion that what we were hearing was rather more than the bare facts required.", "A matter of life and death\nAt the other extreme, Sunday night\u2019s feature on Radio 3, Opera across the Waves (produced by Clive Portbury), could not have been plainer or more straightforward. Yet by its end I not only felt I had learnt something new but the excerpts of music we heard were so tantalising and ravishing I was almost converted to Wagner.", "A matter of life and death\nFlora Wilson, an academic, told the story of opera on air, or more particularly how technology has always saved opera bringing it a bigger, broader audience. From its Renaissance origins (when architects were employed as designers), she argued, it has always been the spectacle, not just the music, through which our emotions are touched", "A matter of life and death\nLater, opera was transformed by travel \u2014 Italian singers flooding to London in the 1730s and across the Atlantic in the 1830s, so that by the turn of the century New York had become a musical capital hosting stars such as Caruso, Toscanini and Puccini.", "A matter of life and death\nNow, of course, live opera can be seen in the cinema, using sophisticated digital technology, making it cheap to see, but also a totally different sensory experience. As one fan remarked, \u2018You see faces. You see eyelashes.\u2019 But back in the 1930s it was radio that saved the Met in New York, the regular broadcasts of live opera getting it through the financial misery of the Depression years", "A matter of life and death\nIn the first-ever live radio broadcast in the United States of an opera (Hansel and Gretel), on Christmas Day 1931, the producers were so worried the listeners would not be able to follow what was going on that the announcer talked across the music explaining in detail what was happening on stage. Not afterwards. Listeners wrote in to the station in their thousands declaring that they were quite able to use their own imaginations, thank you very much"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://heritage.southwark.gov.uk/objects/7226/bathclog;jsessionid=AE2F98A7CBD36131EC71FBB6F7436181

Bath-Clog: Painted palm wood, inlaid with bone

["Bath-Clog: Painted palm wood, inlaid with bone\nBath-Clog\nObject name: Bath-Clog\nMedium: Wood\nObject number: C02319\nDescriptionPainted palm wood, inlaid with bone\nPadukas (wooden toe-knob sandals) like these were worn by mendicant holy men in India, known as sadhus, who travelled between villages on the journey to enlightenment. They passed on traditional teaching, such the practice of yoga and meditation.", "Bath-Clog: Painted palm wood, inlaid with bone\nPadukas are made of the most hardwearing material available, wood, and are designed to withstand rough roads and long days walking from place to place. The Indian tradition uniquely venerates the feet, and the positioning and clothing of the feet can be very significant. The raised platforms of Paduka lifts the wearer, and minimises the contact with the ground. This might be to prevent the unwitting crushing of insects or plants, as for sadhus, all life would be holy, however small.", "Bath-Clog: Painted palm wood, inlaid with bone\nNot only holy men have worn Padukas, however. As well as representing the ascetic lifestyle of the holy man, they are also used to symbolise the sacred in other rituals and rites of passage: sandals like these may have formed part of a bride's trousseau, or been worn at the wedding ceremony. They are rarely worn today, however are still produced for their symbolic and spiritual associations.", "Bath-Clog: Painted palm wood, inlaid with bone\nPadukas (also known as kharawan or karom) are found in a rich variety of shapes and styles, which reflect the variety of people who wore them. Some are carved into the shape of a fish, an hourglass, or a footprint. These Padukas are inlaid with bone, and painted with stylised plant forms. They are often inlaid with jewels or precious metals, and decorated with appliqu\u00e9 or embroidery.\nIn Theme(s)\nCuming Collection Footwear"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.referat.ro/referate/The_War_of_Independence_1128.html

The War of Independence

["The War of Independence\nAcasa > Referate > Engleza > The War of Independence\nThe War of Independence\nTrimis la data: 2002-06-11 Materia: Engleza Nivel: Liceu Pagini: 6 Nota: 7.10 / 10 Downloads: 1697\nAutor: Gabriela Dimensiune: 7kb Voturi: 112 Tipul fisierelor: doc Acorda si tu o nota acestui referat: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10", "The War of Independence\nThe events of 1773 and 1774 had culminated in a revolutionary crisis. And the events of 1775 were to determine weather the differences between England and the colonies would be compromised or fought out on the battlefield. In 1774, the colonists gave an ominous hint that it might be too late for compromise when they organized extra-legal provincial congresses to act as state governments. In fact most of the delegates to the First Continental Congress had been appointed by these governments.", "The War of Independence\nIn April 1775 General Gage received orders to arrest some of the leaders of the Massachusetts patriots. Gage decided to go beyond these orders and to seize the military stores his spies had informed him were being assembled in the village of Concord. He neither caught the rebel leaders, nor completely destroyed the military supplies. A troop of 700 British regulars did reach Concord on April 19, 1775 after scattering some slight resistance at Lexington.", "The War of Independence\nAnd they managed to destroy some of the riffles and ammunition that the colonists had been unable to hide. Then, as the British turned back to Boston, they were set upon by angry Minute Men who peppered them from behind fences and trees. After the raid, the British counted 273 dead, wounded, and missing; the Americans had lost 93. Far more important than the skirmish itself were the propaganda possibilities it dropped into the patriots\u2019 hands", "The War of Independence\nThey concocted chilling reports of British atrocities and rapine, and convinced many of the colonists that Britain was thirsting for American blood.", "The War of Independence\nOn May 10, 1775, the Second Continental Congress met in Philadelphia. By June, 65 delegates had arrived, representing all 13 colonies. None of them could have imagined that they were to continue in session with only brief recesses for the next 14 years. They were a distinguished group; sitting among them were the men who were to be the first three presidents of the United States", "The War of Independence\nThe Congress would support the action Massachusetts had taken, and yet there was no formal resolve that the Continental Congress creates a Continental army, whose existence was recognized only in an off-hand announcement of the Congress.", "The War of Independence\nThe Congress was almost unanimous in choosing Washington as commander-in-chief of the American forces. Like many an American leader to come, Washington had some qualities to satisfy every group. The choice of Washington as commander-in-chief was a fortunate one. True, Washington did not turn out to be a brilliant tactician. His courage, tenacity, honesty, and dignity were in the long run more vital to success than was military genius.", "The War of Independence\nNow that a commanding general had been named, the Second Continental Congress turned to the delicate task of defining just what is policy was to be toward Britain. On July 6, 1775, it set forth the reasons for resisting General Gage in a \u201cDeclaration of the Causes and Necessity of Taking up Arms\u201d.", "The War of Independence\nAt the same time, Congress adopted the \u201cOlive Branch Petition\u201d, which had been drawn up by John Dickinson. Here we have a measure of the wide division of opinion among the delegates. This petition put the blame for the colonial disorders on the King\u2019s ministers, and begged the King to keep Parliament from further tyranny until a plan of reconciliation could be worked out", "The War of Independence\nApparently the moderates still hoped that Parliament would repeal the Coercive Acts withdraw the redcoats, and renounce its claim to legislate for the colonies. But the petition reached George III in August he refused to receive it, brushing it aside on the grounds that it had been written by a disloyal and illegal group. He responded with a proclamation of his own, announcing that the Americans were to be considered rebels and that all loyal persons should refrain from offering them any assistance.", "The War of Independence\nWhile the politicians were still debating in Philadelphia, soldiers had thrown themselves into action in the field. After the crippled British troops had made there way from Concord back to Boston, hundreds of American militiamen came streaming in from the countryside to take up positions on the heights overlooking Boston. General Gage strengthened by fresh troops, decided that he would drive the patriots from Breed\u2019s Hill", "The War of Independence\nAnd in the engagement of June 17, 1775, now known as the Battle of Bunker Hill, he did manage to dislodge the Americans, but at a frightful cost. This was the bloodiest battle of the war. The Americans lost almost 400 men, and the English more than 1,000. Two weeks later, General Washington arrived outside Boston to take command of loosely organized companies he had yet to forge into a fighting army", "The War of Independence\nHe had heavy cannon pulled all the way from recently captured fort Ticonderoga in New York, and in March, 1776, he had them mounted on Dorchester Heights overlooking Boston."]

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https://www.ncronline.org/news/people/notre-dame-cover-historic-columbus-murals-images-seen-demeaning

Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'

["Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nMurals by Luigi Gregori that adorn the ceremonial entrance to the University of Notre Dame's main building, depicting the life and exploration of Christopher Columbus, are seen Oct. 10, 2015, on the campus in Indiana. Holy Cross Father John I. Jenkins, president of the university, has determined the historic murals depicting Columbus' arrival in the New World will be covered, saying he feels today those images marginalize certain groups. (CNS photo/Matt Cashore, courtesy University of Notre Dame)", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nSouth Bend, Ind. \u2014 The president of the University of Notre Dame in South Bend announced that in consultation with other school officials, he has decided to cover 19th-century murals in a prominent campus building that depict the life and exploration of Christopher Columbus.", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nThe works by Luigi Gregori that adorn the building's ceremonial were painted in 1882-84, not long after a devastating fire and reconstruction\" of the structure, Holy Cross Father John I. Jenkins, wrote in a letter to the campus, released a day before Martin Luther King Jr. Day Jan. 21 and was the university geared up for its annual Walk the Walk Week in honor of the holiday.", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nThe paintings \"reflect the attitudes of the time and were intended as a didactic presentation, responding to cultural challenges for the school's largely immigrant, Catholic population,\" he explained. \"In recent years, however, many have come to see the murals as at best blind to the consequences of Columbus' voyage for the indigenous peoples who inhabited this 'new' world and at worst demeaning toward them.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nSo the murals will be covered by a woven material \"consistent with the decor of the space, though it will be possible to display the murals on occasion,\" he continued.\n\"I will establish a committee to decide on the place to display the images of the murals and the appropriate communication around the display. We will begin soon the making of covers for the murals.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nThe paintings themselves cannot be moved because Gregori painted them \"directly on to the plaster of the walls, and so any attempt to move them would damage and likely destroy the works,\" Father Jenkins said.\nHe noted that since the 1990s, a brochure has been provided \"that explains to viewers the context of the murals\u2019 composition and some of the historical reality of the events depicted.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\n\"However, because the second-floor hall of the main building is a busy throughway for visitors and members of the university community, it is not well suited for a thoughtful consideration of these paintings and the context of their composition,\" Father Jenkins said.\nTherefore, the university will create a permanent display for high-quality, high-resolution images of the murals in a campus setting to be determined, which will be \"conducive to such an informed and careful consideration.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\n\"In recent years I have heard from students, alumni, faculty, staff, representatives of the Native American community and others on this complex topic,\" he said. \"I have decided, after consultation with the university\u2019s board of fellows, on a course that will preserve the murals, but will not display them regularly in their current location.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nHe said the paintings \"present us with several narratives not easily reconciled, and the tensions among them are especially perplexing for us because of Notre Dame\u2019s distinctive history and Catholic mission.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\n\"At the time they were painted, the murals were not intended to slight indigenous peoples, but to encourage another marginalized group,\" Father Jenkins said. \"In the second half of the 19th century, Notre Dame\u2019s Catholic population, largely immigrants or from families of recent immigrants, encountered significant anti-Catholic, anti-immigrant attitudes in American public life.\"", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nColumbus was hailed by Americans generally as an intrepid explorer, the \"first American\" and the \"discoverer of the New World,\" he said, and the murals depicted the popular image of Columbus as an American hero, who was also an immigrant and a devout Catholic.\nThe message to the Notre Dame community \"was that they too, though largely immigrants and Catholics, could be fully and proudly American,\" he said.", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\n\"But for the native peoples of this 'new' land, however, Columbus' arrival was nothing short of a catastrophe,\" the priest said. \"Whatever else Columbus' arrival brought, for these peoples it led to exploitation, expropriation of land, repression of vibrant cultures, enslavement, and new diseases causing epidemics that killed millions.\"\nShowing Columbus \"as beneficent explorer and friend of the native peoples hides from view the darker side of this story, a side we must acknowledge,\" Father Jenkins said.", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nThe goal now is \"to respect both Gregori's murals, understood in their historical context, and the reality and experience of Native Americans in the aftermath of Columbus\u2019s arrival,\" he added.\nEditor's Note: The full text of Father Jenkins can be found at https://ntrda.me/2FEM6Rg.\nEnter your email address to receive free newsletters from NCR.\nPeople | Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nTrinity: Loving relationship defines God's very being", "Notre Dame to cover historic Columbus murals; images seen as 'demeaning'\nOffensive murals must go, say Native American Notre Dame students and others\nBarrett's Supreme Court nomination gives spotlight to Notre Dame Law School\nNotre Dame avoids Trump controversy as Pence to receive honorary degree\nKathleen McChesney, advocate for abuse victims, to receive Laetare Medal"]

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https://www.lewessmith.co.uk/site/library/legalnews/deduction_accommodation_costs_income_tax_guideline_ruling.html

Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling

["Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nDeduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nYou are only able to deduct accommodation and other expenses from your Income Tax liabilities if they have been wholly, exclusively and necessarily incurred in the performance of the duties of your employment. That is a very high hurdle but, as a tax tribunal ruling showed, it is not insurmountable.", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nWith a view to qualifying as a maxillofacial surgeon, a dentist entered into a training contract at a London hospital which was a centre of excellence in the field. He rented a flat close to the hospital and spent almost \u00a340,000 on accommodation over a four-year period. He sought to deduct that sum for Income Tax purposes but HM Revenue and Customs (HMRC) disputed his entitlement to do so.", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nFrequently on call, he asserted that he was required to live within 30 minutes' travel time from the hospital. As a doctor licensed by the General Medical Council, he was required to put his patients' interests before those of his wife and children, who had continued to reside at the family home in Southampton. The modest flat was not in an area where he would otherwise have chosen to live", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nAs a mature professional, it was not reasonable to expect him to live in hospital accommodation generally used by undergraduates.", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nHMRC argued that the 'wholly, exclusively and necessarily' test enshrined in Section 336 of the Income Tax (Earnings and Pensions) Act 2003 was not satisfied. His employment contract did not require him to rent a home close to the hospital. He did not work from home and, in giving him a roof over his head, the flat provided him with a considerable personal benefit unconnected to his duties.", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nRuling on the matter, the First-tier Tribunal (FTT) accepted that his accommodation costs arose from his obligations as the hospital's employee. He had to live close to the hospital in order to perform his on-call duties. Many of his patients had suffered severe traumatic head injuries and required emergency treatment. When he was formally on call or in attendance at the hospital, he did not derive any personal benefit from the flat.", "Deduction of Accommodation Costs from Income Tax - Guideline Ruling\nThe FTT ruled, however, that his use of the accommodation for the performance of his employment duties was restricted to periods when he was both on call and giving advice whilst present in the flat. Only a proportion of his accommodation costs therefore satisfied all three limbs of the deductibility test. The FTT expressed the hope that the relevant proportion would be agreed in the light of its ruling."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://shop.aiatsis.gov.au/products/me-and-you-the-life-story-of-della-walker

Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker

["Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker\nThe Life Story of Della Walker\nDella Walker and Tina Coutts\nDella Walker believed that 'whether you are a white person or a black person, caring and sharing is what it is all about me and you together that's the beauty part of it'. From the innocence of chi read more", "Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker\nDella Walker believed that 'whether you are a white person or a black person, caring and sharing is what it is all about me and you together that's the beauty part of it'. From the innocence of childhood to through to the joys and sorrows of adulthood, Della Walker's story is one of strength, courage, love and pride. A powerful and dramatic life account told by a natural storyteller.", "Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker\nDella Walker, of Gumbainggir descent, was born in 1932 on Ulgandahi Island, an Aboriginal reserve in the Clarence River delta near Maclean, New South Wales. She attended school on the island before her family moved to nearby Yamba, where she was employed in domestic duties at a local guesthouse.\nWhen she was 17, the family moved to the Tabulam reserve, 45 kilometres west of Casino. She married there, and worked both as a domestic aid and an assistant to her husband in his seasonal farming jobs.", "Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker\nWalker became an unofficial midwife at the reserve, and subsequently became involved in a number of community activities: organisation of church services and the Djunagun dance troupe; promotion of her mother tongue, Aboriginal education, the teaching of Aboriginal Studies at regional TAFE colleges; and counselling of prisoners at the Grafton gaol.", "Me and You: The Life Story of Della Walker\nShe was also a member of the Aboriginal advisory council of the College of Advanced Education in Lismore, president of the Housing Association and the local Land Council at Tabulam, a director of the Yamboora Aboriginal Corporation at Yamba, and chair of the Nungera Aboriginal Cooperative Society at Maclean.Walker is a craft worker, screen printer and maker of echidna-spine necklaces.\nCover art by Tryphena McShane."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.loupdargent.info/2017/09/freedom-colony-texan-family-beyond-40.html

Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info

["Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nEntertainment Related, History Related, Miscellaneous, News Related, US Related\nFreedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nOrton was a music major at UNT who took up photography while living in Austin after college. During a visit to his parents' home in Nacogdoches, he discovered the existence of freedom colonies and became curious about the impact that their relative autonomy had on their families. He found the Upshaw family, which had 13 children, and told them he was interested in photographing them. The family agreed, and he began taking the documentary-style, black-and-white photographs the day after Thanksgiving in 1988", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nIn one memorable photo, the patriarch Edward Monel Upshaw is being introduced to his great-granddaughter, Reya, less than a year old, who is crying. Other photos include the annual homecoming celebration that brings in family members from all over the country in August.", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nThe Upshaws of County Line\nThe Lost Pines Art League is proud to present an educational and uplifting photography show about the exhibition The Upshaws of County Line follows one family from everyday events, such as a game of dominos, to important milestones such as births and funerals.\nBut what makes the Upshaws unique is where they lived \u2014 County Line, a freedom colony in East Texasformed in the 1870s by newly freed slaves on land that they owned.", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nThe photographs, taken by University of North Texas alumnus Richard Orton, will be on display through the end of October 2017 in Studio B at the Lost Pines Art Center.\nThe show is brought to you by a partnership of the Lost Pines Art Center and through a grant provided by the City of Bastrop. The City of Bastrop has earned the title of the most historic small town in Texas.\nThe Upshaws of County Line - Book", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nThe exhibition, which covers 25 years, is based on his 2014 book of the same name published by UNT Press. \"I watched family members being born and grow up,\" he said. \"I watched people die. I took photographs of funerals. It was a very rare gift that I was able to do what I did there.\"", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nOrton was a music major at UNT who took up photography while living in Austin after college. During a visit to his parents' home in Nacogdoches, he discovered the existence of freedom colonies and became curious about the impact that their relative autonomy had on their families.", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nHe found the Upshaw family, which had 13 children, and told them he was interested in photographing them. The family agreed, and he began taking the documentary-style, black-and-white photographs the day after Thanksgiving in 1988.\nIn one memorable photo, the patriarch Edward Monel Upshaw is being introduced to his great-granddaughter, Reya, less than a year old, who is crying. Other photos include the annual homecoming celebration that brings in family members from all over the country in August.", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\n\"What I hope that it does is convey some sense of what it was like to be raised in a community like that,\" Orton said. \"The children were not subject to all the negative aspects of the Jim Crow reality of the day. By virtue of fact they owned their own land, they automatically had their own independence.\"", "Freedom Colony, a Texan Family - Beyond 40 Acres and a Mule ~ LoupDargent.info\nThe Lost Pines Art League (Lost Pines Art Center) is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization and runs the Lost Pines Art Center. Its membership includes a diverse set of artists and supporters of the fine arts.\nThe City of Bastrop is a historically significant city and the county seat of Bastrop County, Texas, United States.\nTo learn more about the Lost Pines Art Center visit the website at www.lostpinesartcenter.org\nSOURCE: Lost Pines Art League"]

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https://wheatoncollege.edu/academics/programs/

Programs - Wheaton College Massachusetts

["Programs - Wheaton College Massachusetts\nAfrican, African American, Diaspora Studies\nThis program examines the experiences of people of African descent in the United States, Africa and the Caribbean, as well as in Latin America, Europe and Asia.\nStudents who choose to pursue this course of study will find that it offers new answers and ways of thinking about complex questions related to American society, cultures, and experiences.\nAncient Studies", "Programs - Wheaton College Massachusetts\nThe Departments of Classics and Religious Studies offer an inter-disciplinary program that allows students to pursue the languages and religious cultures of the ancient Mediterranean.\nThe study of animal behavior is the scientific study of everything that animals do, whether the animals are single-celled organisms, invertebrates, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, humans, or other mammals.", "Programs - Wheaton College Massachusetts\nAnthropology cultivates the intellectual and practical agility required in a world in which understanding and negotiating international and cross-cultural difference is increasingly a part of everyday life.\nArabic Studies at Wheaton College offers a robust program of courses in the Arabic language.\nArt (Studio)\nImagine. Search. See. Shape. Sharpen. Express. Invent. Experiment. Reflect. Analyze. Resolve. Share. The stages of art-making are many and uniquely challenging. 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["Learn history easily\nGreat Russian Retreat of 1915\nRussian Army retreat from Poland and Galicia\nauthor Paul Bo\u0219cu, November 2016\nAfter the defeat at Gorlice\u2013Tarn\u00f3w the Russian Army abandoned its positions in Galicia and Russian Poland and retreated further in Russian territory in order to shore up its defenses and shorten its supply lines.", "Learn history easily\nThe Great Retreat was a strategic retreat conducted by the Russian Army on the Eastern Front of World War One. After the Central Powers victory during the Gorlice-Tarn\u00f3w Offensive, the Russian lines in Galicia and Poland collapsed. During the summer, offensives conducted by the German and Austro-Hungarian armies caused the Russians to suffer heavy losses", "Learn history easily\nThis led the STAVKA, the Russian High Command, to order a withdrawal in order to shorten supply lines and to avoid a massive encirclement of Russian troops. Although the retreat itself was conducted well enough, it was a severe blow to the Russian morale.", "Learn history easily\nEven during these triumphs, the Germans and Austro-Hungarians were still suffering casualties at an unacceptable rate. The two bugbears of fighting the Russians \u2013the immense distances and their inexhaustible manpower \u2013 remained to haunt them.", "Learn history easily\nIn the end the Russian Army was crippled but not defeated. Its reserves of manpower still amounted to tens of millions. Four million men would be called up in 1916-17, against the eleven million already in the ranks, or lost by death, wounds and capture, but the real reserve, reckoning 10 percent of the population as available for military service, approached eighteen million. Russia would be able to fight on. What it needed was a breathing space, while its armies reorganized and re-equipped.", "Learn history easily\nBy mid-June the situation was desperate for the Russians. The German-led assault had destabilized their whole line. Russian Poland was looking particularly vulnerable to being pinched out by the German forces running rampant in East Prussia and Galicia. In the end the Grand Duke Nicholas and the Stavka sanctioned the Russian withdrawal from Galicia, while resolving to cling on to Warsaw and their Polish possessions", "Learn history easily\nFor the Germans, with the Austrians acting firmly under their directions, there seemed to be only opportunities: attacks were being prepared in Galicia, Poland and in Lithuania to the north.", "Learn history easily\nThe Russian army now had to take on strategic difficulties going far beyond its leaders\u2019 comprehension. It was not only that Galicia had been lost. A substantial German threat had also developed in the Baltic, which threw planning into confusion.", "Learn history easily\nGeneral Erich von Falkenhayn was still in overall control and he put aside Erich Ludendorff\u2019s plans for a gigantic battle of encirclement, preferring instead to chew up the Russian forces in tightly controlled battles, using his artillery as a battering ram. Most of all he was determined not to repeat Napoleon\u2019s mistake and venture too far into the Russian interior. It was summer then; but winter never seems far away in Russia.\nFall of Warsaw", "Learn history easily\nAs part of the series of offensives, huge forces were concentrated on both the north and south frontiers of Russian Poland, with the intent of smashing through to take Warsaw. If the Russians sought to retain the city then they would risk another disaster like Tannenberg. In the end they had little choice but to fall back, finally surrendering control of Warsaw, and with it Russian Poland.", "Learn history easily\nBy the end of August the Russians had lost all of Russian Poland, but as they fell back they relied on a scorched earth policy, destroying and burning everything of possible value to the Germans.\nIn Warsaw the entire population was told to leave by the Russians, on the grounds that the Poles were supportive of Austria-Hungary.", "Learn history easily\nLudendorff achieved a final success of his own in September, when he took Vilna in Lithuania; but he did so at heavy cost. As the autumn rasputitsa set in, the liquefying of the surface under seasonal rain, the advance came to a halt on a line that ran almost perpendicularly north-south from the Gulf of Riga on the Baltic to Czernowitz in the Carpathians.\nPoland during German occupation", "Learn history easily\nPoland was placed under civilian control. However, that did not stop the army spelling out what they felt should happen to it. They wanted to tap its manpower by creating a Polish legion. A Polish army implied the promise of political independence. But Poland had the potential to create a rift between Germany and Austria-Hungary. The latter regarded Poland, or at least its southern part, as an extension of its own lands in Galicia", "Learn history easily\nWorries about exacerbating the nationality problem within the Austro-Hungarian Empire, fostered particularly by the Magyars, held it back from the idea of a full takeover, but equally powerful concerns about its overbearing ally prevented it from endorsing a German solution to the Polish question.", "Learn history easily\nGermany\u2019s enthusiasm for the Austro-Polish solution became conditional on the understanding that the Dual Monarchy would itself be subordinated to Berlin. The mechanism for this control would be a central European customs union dominated by Germany. These ideas, and their attendant appetites, became firmer as the chances of a compromise settlement with Russia receded: Russia would not negotiate on the basis of Poland\u2019s independence and the Baltic states\u2019 incorporation in a greater Germany.\nRussian morale", "Learn history easily\nThe front-line troops' retreat from Poland was orderly. But ahead of them were over two and a half million refugees, forced to leave by having their towns and villages burned under the Grand Duke's 'scorched earth' policy. The refugees were being dumped from trains in towns as far away as central Asia or Siberia, places that were already gripped by shortages of food, fuel and accommodation and thus unable to provide adequately for them", "Learn history easily\nApparently believing the army had cracked, Nicholas decreed draconian punishments for surrender, including cessation of allowances to families, and post-war exile to Siberia. These decrees merely reinforced the public's impression of disaster", "Learn history easily\nThe new War Minister, General Polivanov, told the Council of Ministers on 30 July, 'demoralization, surrender and desertion are assuming huge proportions', and the Minister of Agriculture, Krivoshein, warned that 'the second great migration of peoples, staged by Stavka, will bring Russia to the abyss, revolution and ruin'.", "Learn history easily\nPublic demonstrations of enthusiasm were urban phenomena, and of all the major armies of 1914 Russia\u2019s was overwhelmingly made up of peasants. Their loyalties were regional rather than national. \u2018What would be the feelings of these people for their Little Father [the Tsar],\u2019 Sir George Buchanan, the British ambassador, wondered, \u2018were the war to be unduly prolonged?\u2019 As the army expanded, its cadres shrank. It had lost 60,000 officers by late summer 1915", "Learn history easily\nThe surprise, as Britain\u2019s military attach\u00e9 observed, was not that the retreat had been so great but that the army was intact at all.", "Learn history easily\nRussia\u2019s population profile is also revealing of the morale of the Russian Army. Before the war the incidence of strikes peaked in July 1914, and conservatives had warned against war for its ability to stoke revolution. The actual experience of mobilization suggested that such fears had been misplaced: \u2018As if by magic the revolutionary disorders had died down at the announcement of war\u2019. In Petrograd (as St Petersburg had been renamed), \u2018patriotic military fervor had gripped the workmen..", "Learn history easily\nOfficer and man began to draw apart, almost as soon as the initial patriotic euphoria had vanished. Revolutionary urges began to affect the men: not yet in the form of mutiny, but certainly in the form of malingering, passive resistance, dumb insolence, overstaying of leave. To measure such things is of course difficult. There are several collections, in print, of soldiers\u2019 letters home in this period", "Learn history easily\nBut both they and the censors\u2019 comments on them present the historian with a well-known trap, since much depends on the methods of sampling.", "Learn history easily\nThe principal thought in the mind of the Chief of the General Staff, the Grand Duke, was to scorch the earth, to leave the invaders nothing but wilderness. The effects were not only dire for industry; they were also dire for the civilian population. \u2018We were forced to burn our homes and crops, we weren\u2019t allowed to take our cattle with us, we weren\u2019t even allowed to return to our homes to get some money.\u2019 By the end of 1915 there were about 3.3 million refugees in Russia", "Learn history easily\nThere was a widespread demoralization of the army, which had inevitable effects on the commanders\u2019 strategy. In some ways, \u2018shell-shortage\u2019 was a mere technical translation of the great social convulsion within Russia. The difficulties were blamed on \u2018agitators\u2019, and at the generals\u2019 conference in Cholm, just before the evacuation of Lw\u00f3w, arrangements were made for construction of barracks in provincial towns, \u2018so that reserve-battalions can be kept away from the populace\u2019.", "Learn history easily\nThe soldiers\u2019 contact with the populace, particularly in Petrograd, and particularly with the women, who were more uncompromising revolutionaries than the men, caused trouble for officers. Still, at this time the soldiers were still overwhelmingly \u2018patriotic\u2019 in their orientation, and though they resented their officers\u2019 behavior, they shrank from full-scale mutiny. There were riots, drunken outbreaks; there was some desertion", "Learn history easily\nBut, just as in this period there were not many strikes, so these outbreaks were confined to a sort of continual revolutionary murmur.", "Learn history easily\nThe refugees carried and spread disease, particularly cholera and typhus, and as they fled they resorted to looting and pillaging to survive, further jeopardising the authority of the state. The fact that as a result the army compounded the difficulties of its own retreat, clogging an already inadequate transport system, suggests that in some cases its response was more ideological than strategic", "Learn history easily\nIt took the opportunity to \u2018cleanse\u2019 certain areas of what it saw as unreliable elements, particularly German settlers, although many of them had relatives serving in the Russian army, and Jews.", "Learn history easily\nThe pogrom against Jews was not surprising. Several thousand Jews had been killed in pogroms in 1881 and 1905, and many more had been forced by state supported persecution to emigrate. However, General Nikolai Yanushkevich\u2019s anti-Semitism was so extreme as to outrage even Russian opinion, particularly those circles anxious to woo the country\u2019s liberal allies, France and Britain.", "Learn history easily\nThe great exodus liberated the Jews from the Pale of the Settlement, the area to the west and southwest to which they had been restricted. The Pale was formally abolished in August 1915, and Jews were free not only to move further east but also to settle in the countryside as well as in the towns. For the Jews of Russia, the war opened doors rather than closed them.\nFalkenhayn\u2019s goals", "Learn history easily\nThe Russians were losing ground elsewhere too, falling back in the area of the Baltic provinces to a German thrust that threatened the important port of Riga. For Falkenhayn it was a strange time: while rejoicing at the successes achieved, his underlying conviction remained that ultimate victory over Russia was impossible", "Learn history easily\nWhat Falkenhayn still really wanted was a separate peace with Russia, but his compatriots were blinded by their successes and could not envisage making the kind of territorial surrenders that might tempt Russia to desert her allies. Worse still, feelers put out to the Russians were brusquely rejected.", "Learn history easily\nFalkenhayn was determined to control the more ambitious activities of Hindenburg and Ludendorff; indeed, having already created the Mackensen army group to operate independently with the Austrians, he now created a new central German army group under the independent command of Prince Leopold of Bavaria, thus further diluting Hindenburg\u2019s power.", "Learn history easily\nFalkenhayn would have to settle for the long-term military damage to Russia that would shore up the position of Austria-Hungary. That, by his judgement, had been achieved by the late summer of 1915.\nThe end of the offensives", "Learn history easily\nAt the end of September, a combination of increasing Russian resistance and Falkenhayn\u2019s insistence that troops would have to be diverted back to the Western Front forced the Germans to come to a halt. As they dug in it was evident that the war was not yet over in the east, for the Russians had not given up. They had lost a depth of up to 300 miles of territory, and had suffered over 2 million casualties, but if anything their army was still growing.", "Learn history easily\nTactically the new defense line had considerable merits in that it was safer than the ungainly Polish Salient. The new line ran from close to Riga in the north all the way down to the Dniester River and the border with Romania. This had the effect of shortening its overall length from 1,100 miles to 650 miles, a saving which allowed the creation of reserves behind the new defensive positions.", "Learn history easily\nA further advantage in the new Russian lines lay in the superior defensive terrain they were now occupying. A combination of lakes, rivers, forests and the vast expanses of the Pripyat Marshes helped to buttress the line, making it less vulnerable to sudden breakthroughs. In essence the Russian position had been strengthened.", "Learn history easily\nBy the end of September, the German advance had reached its logistic limits. The sandy roads turned to mud as the autumn rains began. Russian railways, built on a broader gauge, had to be converted to German specifications. A total of 434 bridges were constructed in the Bialystok-Grodno area alone. The line stabilized as Falkenhayn expected.\nEconomic and logistic effect of the retreat", "Learn history easily\nThe great retreat compounded Russia\u2019s munitions difficulties in two ways. First, the army abandoned massive quantities of equipment. Shortages of equipment in turn affected morale. Second, areas of production were themselves lost. Efforts were made to evacuate businesses, but they were frenzied and haphazard. In Riga, firms had fourteen days to dismantle machinery", "Learn history easily\nOnce it was loaded on wagons and sent off to the interior, it stayed there, on sidings or even going in circles round the country, rusting in the Russian winter. All the areas subject to invasion or confronting its threat came under military administration.", "Learn history easily\nAt Kovno, the Germans captured 1,300 guns, 53,000 rounds of heavy-artillery shell and 800,000 rounds of field-artillery shell. With the army falling back, the rifles of the dead and wounded could not be collected from the battlefield. \u2018The further we went\u2019, one Russian army commander recalled, \u2018the greater became the number of weaponless men, and now we no longer knew how to set about training them.\u2019 As winter drew in, Prince A", "Learn history easily\nLobanov-Rostovsky \u2018saw infantry companies being formed of four platoons, of which two were armed and two were not. In case of battle the two unarmed platoons were to pick up rifles and ammunition from those who had fallen in front of them.\u2019", "Learn history easily\nRussian reorganization\nThe Russians now engaged in a thorough reorganization of their High Command. At the top, Grand Duke Nicholas was dismissed and replaced as titular head by Tsar Nicholas. As Chief of Staff of the Stavka he appointed General Mikhail Alekseyev, who would be the man actually responsible for the direction of the Russian armies.", "Learn history easily\nThe Russian armies were now to be divided up into three fronts: the North Front, with General Nikolai Ruzsky restored to its command; the West Front, commanded by General Alexei Evert; and the South-West Front, commanded by General Nikolai Ivanov.", "Learn history easily\nThe Council of Ministers was aghast, believing that Tsar Nicholas' action would now focus the nation's anger on himself. The generals were less upset, seeing him as a figurehead, with a professional Chief of Staff making the important decisions. Nicholas' appointee, General Mikhail Vasilyevich Alexeyev, was highly respected by his colleagues. The British and French governments heaved sighs of relief, taking Nicholas' action as evidence that Russia meant to stay in the war.", "Learn history easily\nThe new Russian High Command began to turn its collective mind to the possibilities for 1916. Indeed at another Entente conference held at Chantilly in December 1915, they were enthusiastic about coordinating their offensives to hit the Germans on both main fronts simultaneously so that the Germans would be unable to switch divisions from one front to the other. Thus, while the British and French attacked on the Somme, the Russians would launch a major new offensive on the Eastern Front in June 1916", "Learn history easily\nThey also agreed that, should one of them be attacked, they would all act in concert to try to alleviate the situation by launching their own attacks.", "Learn history easily\nAustro-Hungary\u2019s situation\nAustria-Hungary was in little better state than Russia. It, too, had suffered supply shortages and immense casualties. Only massive German reinforcement had saved the Austrian front from collapse, and the Habsburgs had become satellites of the Hohenzollerns, with German generals such as Linsingen, Bothmer and Mackensen commanding Austrian forces, and German priorities taking the forefront.", "Learn history easily\nThe home front faced a food crisis nearly as bad as Russia's, for the same reason - the blockade added to unmechanized agriculture's difficulty in maintaining production when most of the able-bodied peasants had been conscripted.\nThe Austrian Chief of Staff Conrad von H\u00f6tzendorf\u2019s last attempt at independent military action was an offensive in the Rovno area in September 1915, and it failed. So an energetic assault might break Austria-Hungary.", "Learn history easily\nThe end of 1915 had not brought a decisive victory for the Central Powers on the Eastern Front. Falkenhayn had never thought it would; for him it would always be a sideshow. He could not envisage any circumstances under which the Russians had enough of their men destroyed to force surrender; nor could he imagine which tactical objectives or cities would have to be captured to make the Russians give up. His troops had captured Warsaw without a flicker of defeatism from the Russians.", "Learn history easily\nAs a student of military history, the German Chief of General Staff knew enough not to push on toward Moscow; that way lay only madness and defeat. Falkenhayn had only ever turned to the Eastern Front in order to bolster the Austrians. With the Russians momentarily cowed, the Bulgarians on the side of the Central Powers and the Serbs seemingly defeated, his mind turned to the Western Front. Once again the troop trains began to move the German divisions, this time from east to west.", "Learn history easily\nThe plan to cripple Russia seemed to have succeeded, and as the autumn rains began, Falkenhayn started returning troops to the west.\nMost of Russian Poland had been lost, but the territory of historic Russia remained intact and so, too, did the substance of the Tsar's army. It had suffered great losses, nearly a million dead, wounded and missing, while three-quarters of a million prisoners had been captured by the enemy.", "Learn history easily\nThe Russian Army had unwisely defended the fortresses of Novogeorgevisk west of Warsaw, where huge quantities of equipment passed into German hands, and it had also lost the fortresses of Ivangorod on the Vistula, Brest-Litovsk on the Bug and Grodno and Kovno on the Niemen, all defending crossings over river lines that formed traditional lines of resistance in the otherwise featureless Polish plain. Generals had been sacked by the score, some imprisoned for dereliction of duty in the face of the enemy.", "Learn history easily\nThe hope that Russia might seek terms had proved illusory. All three Entente powers had pledged themselves not to make a separate peace under a pact signed in London, and the Western allies had promised Russia the long-sought prize of Constantinople and control of the straits if the Entente won the war.\nGorlice-Tarn\u00f3w Offensive\nPeter Hart, The Great War: A Combat History of the First World War, Oxford University Press, Oxford, 2013", "Learn history easily\nPeter Simkins, Geoffrey Jukes, Michael Hickey, Hew Strachan, The First World War: The War to End All Wars, Osprey Publishing. Oxford, 2003\nJohn Keegan, The First World War, Random House UK Limited, London, 1998\nHew Strachan, The First World War, Penguin Books, London, 2003\nNorman Stone, The Eastern Front 1914-1917, Penguin Books, London, 1998\nDonate $5 or more (using PayPal or credit card directly) and your name will be listed on the supporters page."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://ceqanet.opr.ca.gov/2012051047

Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project

["Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nHurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nCaltrans 8 (San Bernardino) (California Department of Transportation, District 8)\nMND - Mitigated Negative Declaration", "Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nThis project proposes to replace the existing two-lane Hurkey Creek Bridge (Br. No. 56-0181) on SR-74 from PM 62.5 to PM 63.4 in Garner Valley near Mountain Center, an unincorporated community in Riverside County, CA. The proposed project consists of demolishing and removing the existing bridge and replacing it with a new bridge, widening the roadway to two 12-foot lanes (one in each direction) and widening the road shoulders to 8 feet on each side", "Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nIn addition, metal beam guardrail and four wing walls/retaining walls would be constructed on both sides of the highway and on both the approaches and departures.", "Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nKurt Heidelberg\nCalifornia Department of Transportation, District 8\n33\u00b040'19\"N 116\u00b040'41\"W\nSR-74/Hemet Lake Rd\nTransportation:Other (Bridge replacement)\nOther Action Other Action: Transportation\nWater Quality Biological Resources Archaeologic-Historic Aesthetic/Visual", "Hurkey Bridge Replacement Project\nDepartment of Toxic Substances Control Native American Heritage Commission California Department of Parks and Recreation California Highway Patrol Department of Fish and Wildlife, Region 6 Department of Water Resources Office of Historic Preservation Regional Water Quality Control Board, Region 8 Resources Agency"]

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http://webapps.berea.edu/bcnow-archive/story.asp?ArticleID=1719

About the College | Academics | Admissions | Athletics About Us BC Events Calendar Connect with Berea Berea on facebook Berea videos on YouTube Home > Berea College holds Annual Holiday Crafts and Furniture Sale Author(s): Kelsey Crim , Jay Buckner

["", "\nThis year's Holiday Crafts sale takes place on November 13 and November 20 from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. The sale will be held in the Mueller Woodcraft Building with prices up to 75% off some items. The sale includes craft items such as brooms, weavings, stools, woodcraft and iron work made at Berea College.", "\nIn addition, the Log House Craft Gallery will hold a week-long furniture sale of select Berea College Craft furniture items. The sale will begin on Saturday, November 13 at 8a.m. and will conclude at 7 p.m. on Saturday, November 20. All items will be marked below retail. Items include chairs, dining chairs, end tables, rockers, blanket chests, spinet writing desks, beds, dressers, wall mirrors and more. All items will be sold \ufffdas is\" with no other applicable discounts in addition to the sale price", "\nLog House Craft Gallery is open Monday through Saturday 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. and on Sundays from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.", "\nFor more information, call the Log House Craft Gallery at 859.985.3220. The gallery is located on 200 Estill Street in Berea, KY.\n\u00a9 2004 Berea College. All rights reserved.\nSite design and development by Berea College Web Team."]

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https://www.poughkeepsiejournal.com/story/news/local/2014/04/03/taxes-work-lagrange-plans-local-tax-state-lights/7250851/

LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights

["LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nTaxes at Work: LaGrange plans local tax for state lights\nPoughkeepsie Journal\nFREEDOM PLAINS \u2014 Even as Gov. Andrew Cuomo rails against the proliferation of tax entities at the local level, the Town of LaGrange is proposing a light district to raise taxes to pay for the maintenance and repair of new decorative streetlights in the town center.\nWhere are the streetlights coming from? The state of New York.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nThe town is proposing to create a lighting improvement district that will be known as the Town Center Lighting District. This will enable the town to levy a tax on property owners along Route 55 between Lauer Road and the Taconic State Parkway rather than the entire town paying the cost.\n\"The ones with the direct benefit bear the costs,\" said town Councilman Gary Polhemus.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nThe state will install the streetlights later this year as part of its project to improve the traffic flow and pedestrian access in the town center in the Freedom Plains hamlet. The $9 million project includes the replacement of four traffic lights with three roundabouts and installation of sidewalks along the busy stretch of highway by Arlington High School.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nThe state Department of Transportation project is being funded by state and federal money. The cost of buying and installing the streetlights will be funded through the project.\nBut the DOT has transferred the responsibility for the maintenance and electrical costs of the lights to the town, said Wanda Livigni, administrator of planning and public works for the town.\n\"The district will be responsible for all infrastructure associated with the streetlights and energizing the streetlights,\" she said.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nCarol Breen, a DOT spokesperson, said during the planning phase of the Route 55 project, LaGrange officials and community members expressed interest in having decorative streetlights installed.\n\"The town picked the lights they wanted,\" she said.\nBreen said it is customary for the local municipality to pick up the cost of operating and maintaining streetlights that the DOT installs.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\n\"There are different ways for a town to fund it and in this case it was decided establishing a tax was the best way to get that funding stream,\" she said. \"It's their choice to create the lighting district and the tax.\"\nThe lights will be poles with a \"lantern-type head,\" resembling those on the stretch of Raymond Avenue in the Town of Poughkeepsie by Vassar College, Livigni said. That's where the state installed three roundabouts in 2006 and 2008.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nThe town has estimated the annual cost of operating and maintaining the streetlights would be $10,200. The cost would be borne by the 25 property owners of property in the proposed district.\nThe town is projecting an annual tax of $137.84 for a single-family home. The projected cost for a commercial property with less than 200 feet of frontage is $275.68. Larger commercial properties would be charged more, based on size.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nMark Tornatore, 60, one of the few homeowners in the proposed district, says it is unfair he will paying for the operation and maintenance of streetlights along Route 55.\n\"I shouldn't be paying taxes for lights on a state highway,\" he said. \"The state should pay for the whole thing.\"\nCuomo has called for consolidation of local entities that can raise taxes. He cited a proliferation of local governments and the waste and duplication they bring with them.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nTown Supervisor Alan Bell said the Town Board is considering reducing the share of the costs homeowners will pay.\n\"The district itself is really oriented toward making that place commercially viable,\" he said.\nThe co-owner of R. Ferris Real Estate on Route 55 said he was not aware of the proposed lighting district his business will be included in, but it sounded like something he could support.\n\"My my initial response is, it sounds like a good idea,\" Robert Ferris said.", "LaGrange plans local tax for state-owned lights\nHe said he has supported the DOT's plan to install roundabouts and sidewalks in the town center.\n\"I want to see the town center improve and get more things going on here,\" Ferris said.\nThe town plans to hold a public hearing soon on the proposed lighting district, Bell said."]

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["Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nProduced by Martin Adamson\n\n\n\n\n\nLIFE AND LETTERS OF LORD MACAULAY\n\nVolume I\n\n\nBy Sir George Otto Trevelyan\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWHEN publishing the Second Edition of Lord MACAULAY'S Life and Letters,\nI may be permitted to say that no pains were spared in order that the\nFirst Edition should be as complete as possible. But, in the course of\nthe last nine months, I have come into possession of a certain quantity\nof supplementary matter, which the appearance of the book has elicited\nfrom various quarters. Stray letters have been hunted up. Half-forgotten\nanecdotes have been recalled. Floating reminiscences have been reduced", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto shape;--in one case, as will be seen from the extracts from Sir\nWilliam Stirling Maxwell's letter, by no unskilful hand. I should have\nbeen tempted to draw more largely upon these new resources, if it had\nnot been for the examples, which literary history only too copiously\naffords, of the risk that attends any attempt to alter the form, or\nconsiderably increase the bulk, of a work which, in its original shape,\nhas had the good fortune not to displease the public. I have, however,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nventured, by a very sparing selection from sufficiently abundant\nmaterial, slightly to enlarge, and, I trust, somewhat to enrich the\nbook.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf this Second Edition is not rigidly correct in word and substance,\nI have no valid excuse to offer. Nothing more pleasantly indicates the\nwide-spread interest with which Lord MACAULAY has inspired his readers,\nboth at home and in foreign countries, than the almost microscopic care\nwith which these volumes have been studied. It is not too much to say\nthat, in several instances, a misprint, or a verbal error, has been\nbrought to my notice by at least five-and-twenty different persons; and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthere is hardly a page in the book which has not afforded occasion for\ncomment or suggestion from some friendly correspondent. There is no\nstatement of any importance throughout the two volumes the accuracy of\nwhich has been circumstantially impugned; but some expressions, which\nhave given personal pain or annoyance, have been softened or removed.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is another class of criticism to which I have found myself\naltogether unable to defer. I have frequently been told by reviewers\nthat I should \"have better consulted MACAULAY'S reputation,\" or \"done\nmore honour to MACAULAY'S memory,\" if I had omitted passages in the\nletters or diaries which may be said to bear the trace of intellectual\nnarrowness, or political and religious intolerance. I cannot but think\nthat strictures, of this nature imply a serious misconception of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbiographer's duty. It was my business to show my Uncle as he was, and\nnot as I, or any one else, would have had him. If a faithful picture of\nMACAULAY could not have been produced without injury to his memory, I\nshould have left the task of drawing that picture to others; but, having\nonce undertaken the work, I had no choice but to ask myself, with regard\nto each feature of the portrait, not whether it was attractive, but\nwhether it was characteristic. We who had the best opportunity of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nknowing him have always been convinced that his character would stand\nthe test of an exact, and even a minute, delineation; and we humbly\nbelieve that our confidence was not misplaced, and that the reading\nworld has now extended to the man the approbation which it has long\nconceded to his hooks.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nG. O. T.\n\nDecember 1876.\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION\n\nTHIS work has been undertaken principally from a conviction that it\nis the performance of a duty which, to the best of my ability, it is\nincumbent on me to fulfil. Though even on this ground I cannot appeal\nto the forbearance of my readers, I may venture to refer to a peculiar\ndifficulty which I have experienced in dealing with Lord MACAULAY'S\nprivate papers.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo give to the world compositions not intended for publication may be\nno injury to the fame of writers who, by habit, were careless and hasty\nworkmen; but it is far otherwise in the case of one who made it a\nrule for himself to publish nothing which was not carefully planned,\nstrenuously laboured, and minutely finished. Now, it is impossible\nto examine Lord MACAULAY'S journals and correspondence without being\npersuaded that the idea of their being printed, even in part, never was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npresent to his mind; and I should not feel myself justified in laying\nthem before the public if it were not that their unlaboured and\nspontaneous character adds to their biographical value all, and perhaps\nmore than all, that it detracts from their literary merit.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo the heirs and relations of Mr. Thomas Flower Ellis and Mr. Adam\nBlack, to the Marquis of Lansdowne, to Mr. Macvey Napier, and to the\nexecutors of Dr. Whewell, my thanks are due for the courtesy with which\nthey have placed the different portions of my Uncle's correspondence at\nmy disposal. Lady Caroline Lascelles has most kindly permitted me to\nuse as much of Lord Carlisle's journal as relates to the subject of this\nwork; and Mr. Charles Cowan, my Uncle's old opponent at Edinburgh, has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsent me a considerable mass of printed matter bearing upon the elections\nof 1847 and 1852. The late Sir Edward Ryan, and Mr. Fitzjames Stephen,\nspared no pains to inform me with regard to Lord MACAULAY'S work at\nCalcutta. His early letters, with much that relates to the whole\ncourse of his life, have been preserved, studied, and arranged, by the\naffectionate industry of his sister, Miss Macaulay; and material of high\ninterest has been entrusted to my hands by Mr. and the Hon. Mrs. Edward", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCropper. I have been assisted throughout the book by the sympathy, and\nthe recollections, of my sister Lady Holland, the niece to whose custody\nLord MACAULAY'S papers by inheritance descend.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPlan and scope of the work--History of the Macaulay family--\n Aulay--Kenneth--Johnson and Boswell--John Macaulay and his\n children--Zachary Macaulay--His career in the West Indies\n and in Africa--His character--Visit of the French squadron\n to Sierra Leone--Zachary Macaulay's marriage--Birth of his\n eldest son--Lord Macaulay's early years--His childish\n productions--Mrs. Hannah More--General Macaulay--Choice of a\n school--Shelford--Dean Milner--Macaulay's early letters--", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAspenden hall--The boy's habits and mental endowments--His\n home--The Clapham set--The boy's relations with his father--\n The political ideas amongst which he was brought up, and\n their influence on the work of his life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHE who undertakes to publish the memoirs of a distinguished man may find\na ready apology in the custom of the age. If we measure the effective\ndemand for biography by the supply, the person commemorated need possess\nbut a very moderate reputation, and have played no exceptional part,\nin order to carry the reader through many hundred pages of anecdote,\ndissertation, and correspondence. To judge from the advertisements of\nour circulating libraries, the public curiosity is keen with regard to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsome who did nothing worthy of special note, and others who acted so\ncontinuously in the face of the world that, when their course was\nrun, there was little left for the world to learn about them. It may,\ntherefore, be taken for granted that a desire exists to hear something\nauthentic about the life of a man who has produced works which are\nuniversally known, but which bear little or no indication of the private\nhistory and the personal qualities of the author.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis was in a marked degree the case with Lord Macaulay. His two famous\ncontemporaries in English literature have, consciously or unconsciously,\ntold their own story in their books. Those who could see between the\nlines in \"David Copperfield\" were aware that they had before them a\ndelightful autobiography; and all who knew how to read Thackeray could\ntrace him in his novels through every stage in his course, on from the\nday when as a little boy, consigned to the care of English relatives and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nschoolmasters, he left his mother on the steps of the landing-place at\nCalcutta. The dates and names were wanting, but the man was there; while\nthe most ardent admirers of Macaulay will admit that a minute study of\nhis literary productions left them, as far as any but an intellectual\nknowledge of the writer himself was concerned, very much as it found\nthem. A consummate master of his craft, he turned out works which\nbore the unmistakable marks of the artificer's hand, but which did not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nreflect his features. It would be almost as hard to compose a picture of\nthe author from the History, the Essays, and the Lays, as to evolve an\nidea of Shakespeare from Henry the Fifth and Measure for Measure.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut, besides being a man of letters, Lord Macaulay was a statesman, a\njurist, and a brilliant ornament of society, at a time when to shine\nin society was a distinction which a man of eminence and ability might\njustly value. In these several capacities, it will be said, he was known\nwell, and known widely. But in the first place, as these pages will\nshow, there was one side of his life (to him, at any rate, the most\nimportant,) of which even the persons with whom he mixed most freely and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconfidentially in London drawing-rooms, in the Indian Council chamber,\nand in the lobbies and on the benches of the House of Commons, were only\nin part aware. And in the next place, those who have seen his features\nand heard his voice are few already and become yearly fewer; while, by a\nrare fate in literary annals, the number of those who read his books\nis still rapidly increasing. For everyone who sat with him in private\ncompany or at the transaction of public business,--for every ten who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave listened to his oratory in Parliament or from the hustings,--there\nmust be tens of thousands whose interest in history and literature he\nhas awakened and informed by his pen, and who would gladly know what\nmanner of man it was that has done them so great a service.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo gratify that most legitimate wish is the duty of those who have the\nmeans at their command. His lifelike image is indelibly impressed upon\ntheir minds, (for how could it be otherwise with any who had enjoyed so\nclose relations with such a man?) although the skill which can reproduce\nthat image before the general eye may well be wanting. But his own\nletters will supply the deficiencies of the biographer. Never did any\none leave behind him more copious materials for enabling others to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nput together a narrative which might be the history, not indeed of his\ntimes, but of the man himself. For in the first place he so soon showed\npromise of being one who would give those among whom his early years\nwere passed reason to be proud, and still more certain assurance that\nhe would never afford them cause for shame, that what he wrote was\npreserved with a care very seldom bestowed on childish compositions;\nand the value set upon his letters by those with whom he corresponded", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnaturally enough increased as years went on. And in the next place he\nwas by nature so incapable of affectation or concealment that he could\nnot write otherwise than as he felt, and, to one person at least, could\nnever refrain from writing all that he felt; so that we may read in his\nletters, as in a clear mirror, his opinions and inclinations, his\nhopes and affections, at every succeeding period of his existence. Such\nletters could never have been submitted to an editor not connected with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nboth correspondents by the strongest ties; and even one who stands in\nthat position must often be sorely puzzled as to what he has the heart\nto publish and the right to withhold.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am conscious that a near relative has peculiar temptations towards\nthat partiality of the biographer which Lord Macaulay himself so often\nand so cordially denounced; and the danger is greater in the case of one\nwhose knowledge of him coincided with his later years; for it would not\nbe easy to find a nature which gained more by time than his, and lost\nless. But believing, as I do, (to use his own words,) that \"if he were\nnow living he would have sufficient judgment and sufficient greatness", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof mind\" to wish to be shown as himself, I will suppress no trait in\nhis disposition, or incident in his career, which might provoke blame\nor question. Such in all points as he was, the world, which has been so\nindulgent to him, has a right to know him; and those who best love him\ndo not fear the consequences of freely submitting his character and his\nactions to the public verdict.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe most devout believers in the doctrine of the transmission of\nfamily qualities will be content with tracing back descent through four\ngenerations; and all favourable hereditary influences, both intellectual\nand moral, are assured by a genealogy which derives from a Scotch\nManse. In the first decade of the eighteenth century Aulay Macaulay,\nthe great-grandfather of the historian, was minister of Tiree and Coll;\nwhere he was \"grievously annoyed by a decreet obtained after instance of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Laird of Ardchattan, taking away his stipend.\" The Duchess of Argyll\nof the day appears to have done her best to see him righted; \"but his\nhealth being much impaired, and there being no church or meeting-house,\nhe was exposed to the violence of the weather at all seasons; and\nhaving no manse or plebe, and no fund for communion elements, and no\nmortification for schools or any pious purpose in either of the islands,\nand the air being unwholesome, he was dissatisfied;\" and so, to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreat regret of the parishioners whom he was leaving behind, he migrated\nto Harris, where he discharged the clerical duties for nearly half a\ncentury.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAulay was the father of fourteen children, of whom one, Kenneth, the\nminister of Ardnamurchan, still occupies a very humble niche in the\ntemple of literature. He wrote a History of St. Kilda which happened to\nfall into the hands of Dr. Johnson, who spoke of it more than once with\nfavour. His reason for liking the book is characteristic enough. Mr.\nMacaulay had recorded the belief prevalent in St. Kilda that, as soon as\nthe factor landed on the island, all the inhabitants had an attack", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich from the account appears to have partaken of the nature both\nof influenza and bronchitis. This touched the superstitious vein in\nJohnson, who praised him for his \"magnanimity\" in venturing to\nchronicle so questionable a phenomenon; the more so because,--said\nthe Doctor,--\"Macaulay set out with a prejudice against prejudice, and\nwanted to be a smart modern thinker.\" To a reader of our day the History\nof St. Kilda appears to be innocent of any trace of such pretension;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nunless it be that the author speaks slightingly of second-sight, a\nsubject for which Johnson always had a strong hankering. In 1773 Johnson\npaid a visit to Mr. Macaulay, who by that time had removed to Calder,\nand began the interview by congratulating him on having produced \"a very\npretty piece of topography,\"--a compliment which did not seem to the\ntaste of the author. The conversation turned upon rather delicate\nsubjects, and, before many hours had passed, the guest had said to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhost one of the very rudest things recorded by Boswell! Later on in the\nsame evening he atoned for his incivility by giving one of the boys of\nthe house a pocket Sallust, and promising to procure him a servitorship\nat Oxford. Subsequently Johnson pronounced that Mr. Macaulay was not\ncompetent to have written the book that went by his name; a decision\nwhich, to those who happen to have read the work, will give a very poor\nnotion of my ancestor's abilities.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe eldest son of old Aulay, and the grandfather of Lord Macaulay, was\nJohn, born in the year 1720. He was minister successively of Barra,\nSouth Uist, Lismore, and Inverary; the last appointment being a proof\nof the interest which the family of Argyll continued to take in the\nfortunes of the Macaulays. He, likewise, during the famous tour in\nthe Hebrides, came across the path of Boswell, who mentions him in an\nexquisitely absurd paragraph, the first of those in which is described", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe visit to Inverary Castle. [\"Monday, Oct. 25.--My acquaintance, the\nRev. Mr. John M'Aulay, one of the ministers of Inverary, and brother to\nour good friend at Calder, came to us this morning, and accompanied us\nto the castle, where I presented Dr. Johnson to the Duke of Argyll. We\nwere shown through the house; and I never shall forget the impression\nmade upon my fancy by some of the ladies' maids tripping about in neat\nmorning dresses. After seeing for a long time little but rusticity,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntheir lively manner, and gay inciting appearance, pleased me so much,\nthat I thought for a moment I could have been a knight-errant for\nthem.\"] Mr. Macaulay afterwards passed the evening with the travellers\nat their inn, and provoked Johnson into what Boswell calls warmth, and\nanyone else would call brutality, by the very proper remark that he\nhad no notion of people being in earnest in good professions if their\npractice belied them. When we think what well-known ground this was to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLord Macaulay, it is impossible to suppress a wish that the great talker\nhad been at hand to avenge his grandfather and grand-uncle. Next morning\n\"Mr. Macaulay breakfasted with us, nothing hurt or dismayed by his last\nnight's correction. Being a man of good sense he had a just admiration\nof Dr. Johnson.\" He was rewarded by seeing Johnson at his very best, and\nhearing him declaim some of the finest lines that ever were written in a\nmanner worthy of his subject.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is a tradition that, in his younger days, the minister of Inverary\nproved his Whiggism by giving information to the authorities which\nalmost led to the capture of the young Pretender. It is perhaps a matter\nof congratulation that this item was not added to the heavy account that\nthe Stuarts have against the Macaulay family. John Macaulay enjoyed\na high reputation as a preacher, and was especially renowned for his\nfluency. In 1774 he removed to Cardross in Dumbartonshire, where, on the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbank of the noble estuary of the Clyde, he spent the last fifteen years\nof a useful and honoured life. He was twice married. His first wife died\nat the birth of his first child. Eight years afterwards, in 1757, he\nespoused Margaret, daughter of Colin Campbell of Inveresragan, who\nsurvived him by a single year. By her he had the patriarchal number of\ntwelve children, whom he brought up on the old Scotch system,--common\nto the households of minister, man of business, farmer, and peasant", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalike,--on fine air, simple diet, and a solid training in knowledge\nhuman and divine. Two generations after, Mr. Carlyle, during a visit to\nthe late Lord Ashburton at the Grange, caught sight of Macaulay's face\nin unwonted repose, as he was turning over the pages of a book. \"I\nnoticed,\" said he, \"the homely Norse features that you find everywhere\nin the Western Isles, and I thought to myself 'Well! Anyone can see that\nyou are an honest good sort of fellow, made out of oatmeal.'\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSeveral of John Macaulay's children obtained position in the world.\nAulay, the eldest by his second wife, became a clergyman of the Church\nof England. His reputation as a scholar and antiquary stood high, and in\nthe capacity of a private tutor he became known even in royal circles.\nHe published pamphlets and treatises, the list of which it is not worth\nwhile to record, and meditated several large works that perhaps never\ngot much beyond a title. Of all his undertakings the one best deserving", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncommemoration in these pages was a tour that he made into Scotland\nin company with Mr. Thomas Babington, the owner of Rothley Temple in\nLeicestershire, in the course of which the travellers paid a visit\nto the manse at Cardross. Mr. Babington fell in love with one of the\ndaughters of the house, Miss Jean Macaulay, and married her in\n1787. Nine years afterwards he had an opportunity of presenting his\nbrother-in-law Aulay Macaulay with the very pleasant living of Rothley.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAlexander, another son of John Macaulay, succeeded his father as\nminister of Cardross. Colin went into the Indian army, and died a\ngeneral. He followed the example of the more ambitious among his brother\nofficers, and exchanged military for civil duties. In 1799 he acted as\nsecretary to a political and diplomatic Commission which accompanied\nthe force that marched under General Harris against Seringapatam. The\nleading Commissioner was Colonel Wellesley, and to the end of General", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's life the great Duke corresponded with him on terms of\nintimacy, and (so the family flattered themselves) even of friendship.\nSoon after the commencement of the century Colin Macaulay was appointed\nResident at the important native state of Travancore. While on this\nemployment he happened to light upon a valuable collection of books, and\nrapidly made himself master of the principal European languages, which\nhe spoke and wrote with a facility surprising in one who had acquired", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere was another son of John Macaulay, who in force and elevation of\ncharacter stood out among his brothers, and who was destined to make\nfor himself no ordinary career. The path which Zachary Macaulay chose\nto tread did not lead to wealth, or worldly success, or indeed to much\nworldly happiness. Born in 1768, he was sent out at the age of sixteen\nby a Scotch house of business as bookkeeper to an estate in Jamaica, of\nwhich he soon rose to be sole manager. His position brought him into", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe closest possible contact with <DW64> slavery. His mind was not\nprepossessed against the system of society which he found in the West\nIndies. His personal interests spoke strongly in its favour, while his\nfather, whom he justly respected, could see nothing to condemn in an\ninstitution recognised by Scripture. Indeed, the religious world still\nallowed the maintenance of slavery to continue an open question. John\nNewton, the real founder of that school in the Church of England of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich in after years Zachary Macaulay was a devoted member, contrived to\nreconcile the business of a slave trader with the duties of a Christian,\nand to the end of his days gave scandal to some of his disciples, (who\nby that time were one and all sworn abolitionists,) by his supposed\nreluctance to see that there could be no fellowship between light and\nsuch darkness.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut Zachary Macaulay had eyes of his own to look about him, a clear head\nfor forming a judgment on what he saw, and a conscience which would\nnot permit him to live otherwise than in obedience to its mandates. The\nyoung Scotchman's innate respect for his fellows, and his appreciation\nof all that instruction and religion can do for men, was shocked at the\nsight of a population deliberately kept ignorant and heathen. His kind\nheart was wounded by cruelties practised at the will and pleasure of a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthousand petty despots. He had read his Bible too literally to acquiesce\neasily in a state of matters under which human beings were bred and\nraised like a stock of cattle, while outraged morality was revenged\non the governing race by the shameless licentiousness which is the\ninevitable accompaniment of slavery. He was well aware that these evils,\nso far from being superficial or remediable, were essential to the\nvery existence of a social fabric constituted like that within which he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlived. It was not for nothing that he had been behind the scenes in that\ntragedy of crime and misery. His philanthropy was not learned by the\nroyal road of tracts, and platform speeches, and monthly magazines. What\nhe knew he had spelt out for himself with no teacher except the aspect\nof human suffering, and degradation, and sin.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was not one of those to whom conviction comes in a day; and, when\nconvinced, he did nothing sudden. Little more than a boy in age,\nsingularly modest, and constitutionally averse to any course that\nappeared pretentious or theatrical, he began by a sincere attempt to\nmake the best of his calling. For some years he contented himself with\ndoing what he could, (so he writes to a friend,) \"to alleviate the\nhardships of a considerable number of my fellow-creatures, and to render", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe bitter cup of servitude as palatable as possible.\" But by the time\nhe was four-and-twenty he became tired of trying to find a compromise\nbetween right and wrong, and, refusing really great offers from the\npeople with whom he was connected, he threw up his position, and\nreturned to his native country. This step was taken against the wishes\nof his father, who was not prepared for the construction which his son\nput upon the paternal precept that a man should make his practice square\nwith his professions.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut Zachary Macaulay soon had more congenial work to do. The young West\nIndian overseer was not alone in his scruples. Already for some time\npast a conviction had been abroad that individual citizens could not\ndivest themselves of their share in the responsibility in which the\nnation was involved by the existence of slavery in our colonies. Already\nthere had been formed the nucleus of the most disinterested, and\nperhaps the most successful, popular movement which history records. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nquestion of the slave trade was well before Parliament and the country.\nTen years had passed since the freedom of all whose feet touched the\nsoil of our island had been vindicated before the courts at Westminster,\nand not a few <DW64>s had become their own masters as a consequence\nof that memorable decision. The patrons of the race were somewhat\nembarrassed by having these expatriated freedmen on their hands;\nan opinion prevailed that the traffic in human lives could never", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe efficiently checked until Africa had obtained the rudiments of\ncivilisation; and, after long discussion, a scheme was matured for\nthe colonisation of Sierra Leone by liberated slaves. A company was\norganised, with a charter from the Crown, and a board which included the\nnames of Granville Sharpe and Wilberforce. A large capital was speedily\nsubscribed, and the Chair was accepted by Mr. Henry Thornton, a leading\nCity banker and a member of Parliament, whose determined opposition to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncruelty and oppression in every form was such as might be expected in\none who had inherited from his father the friendship of the poet Cowper.\nMr. Thornton heard Macaulay's story from Thomas Babington, with whom he\nlived on terms of close intimacy and political alliance. The Board, by\nthe advice of its Chairman, passed a resolution appointing the young man\nSecond Member in the Sierra Leone Council, and early in the year 1793\nhe sailed for Africa, where soon after his arrival he succeeded to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Directors had done well to secure a tried man. The colony was at\nonce exposed to the implacable enmity of merchants whose market the\nagents of the new company spoiled in their capacity of traders,\nand slave-dealers with whom they interfered in their character of\nphilanthropists. The native tribes in the vicinity, instigated by\nEuropean hatred and jealousy, began to inflict upon the defenceless\nauthorities of the settlement a series of those monkey-like", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimpertinences which, absurdly as they may read in a narrative, are\nformidable and ominous when they indicate that savages feel their power.\nThese barbarians, who had hitherto commanded as much rum and gunpowder\nas they cared to have by selling their neighbours at the nearest\nbarracoon, showed no appreciation for the comforts and advantages of\ncivilisation. Indeed, those advantages were displayed in anything but\nan attractive shape even within the pale of the company's territory.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAn aggregation of <DW64>s from Jamaica, London, and Nova Scotia,\nwho possessed no language except an acquired jargon, and shared no\nassociations beyond the recollections of a common servitude, were\nnot very promising apostles for the spread of Western culture and the\nChristian faith. Things went smoothly enough as long as the business of\nthe colony was mainly confined to eating the provisions that had been\nbrought in the ships; but as soon as the work became real, and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nZachary Macaulay was the very man for such a crisis. To a rare fund of\npatience, and self-command, and perseverance, he united a calm courage\nthat was equal to any trial. These qualities were, no doubt, inherent\nin his disposition; but no one except those who have turned over his\nvoluminous private journals can understand what constant effort, and\nwhat incessant watchfulness, went to maintain throughout a long life a\ncourse of conduct, and a temper of mind, which gave every appearance", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof being the spontaneous fruit of nature. He was not one who dealt in\npersonal experiences; and few among even the friends who loved him like\nfather or brother, and who would have trusted him with all their fortune\non his bare word, knew how entirely his outward behaviour was the\nexpress image of his religious belief. The secret of his character and\nof his actions lay in perfect humility and an absolute faith. Events did\nnot discompose him, because they were sent by One who best knew his own", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npurposes. He was not fretted by the folly of others, or irritated\nby their hostility, because he regarded the humblest or the worst of\nmankind as objects, equally with himself, of the divine love and care.\nOn all other points he examined himself so closely that the meditations\nof a single evening would fill many pages of diary; but so completely\nin his case had the fear of God cast out all other fear that amidst\nthe gravest perils, and the most bewildering responsibilities, it never", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noccurred to him to question whether he was brave or not. He worked\nstrenuously and unceasingly, never amusing himself from year's end to\nyear's end, and shrinking from any public praise or recognition as from\nan unlawful gratification, because he was firmly persuaded that, when\nall had been accomplished and endured, he was yet but an unprofitable\nservant, who had done that which was his duty to do. Some, perhaps, will\nconsider such motives as oldfashioned, and such convictions as out of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndate; but self-abnegation, self-control, and self-knowledge that does\nnot give to self the benefit of any doubt, are virtues which are not\noldfashioned, and for which, as time goes on, the world is likely to\nhave as much need as ever. [Sir James Stephen writes thus of his friend\nMacaulay: \"That his understanding was proof against sophistry, and\nhis nerves against fear, were, indeed, conclusions to which a stranger\narrived at the first interview with him. But what might be suggesting", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat expression of countenance, at once so earnest and so monotonous--by\nwhat manner of feeling those gestures, so uniformly firm and deliberate\nwere prompted--whence the constant traces of fatigue on those\noverhanging brows and on that athletic though ungraceful figure--what\nmight be the charm which excited amongst his chosen circle a faith\napproaching to superstition, and a love rising to enthusiasm, towards a\nman whose demeanour was so inanimate, if not austere:--it was a riddle", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThat Sir James himself could read the riddle is proved by the concluding\nwords of a passage marked by a force and tenderness of feeling unusual\neven in him: \"His earthward affections,--active and all--enduring as\nthey were, could yet thrive without the support of human sympathy,\nbecause they were sustained by so abiding a sense of the divine\npresence, and so absolute a submission to the divine will, as raised\nhim habitually to that higher region where the reproach of man could not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Macaulay was admirably adapted for the arduous and uninviting task\nof planting a <DW64> colony. His very deficiencies stood him in good\nstead; for, in presence of the elements with which he had to deal, it\nwas well for him that nature had denied him any sense of the ridiculous.\nUnconscious of what was absurd around him, and incapable of being\nflurried, frightened, or fatigued, he stood as a centre of order and\nauthority amidst the seething chaos of inexperience and insubordination.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe staff was miserably insufficient, and every officer of the Company\nhad to do duty for three in a climate such that a man is fortunate if he\ncan find health for the work of one during a continuous twelvemonth. The\nGovernor had to be in the counting-house, the law-court, the school, and\neven the chapel. He was his own secretary, his own paymaster, his own\nenvoy. He posted ledgers, he decided causes, he conducted correspondence\nwith the Directors at home, and visited neighbouring potentates on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndiplomatic missions which made up in danger what they lacked in dignity.\nIn the absence of properly qualified clergymen, with whom he would have\nbeen the last to put himself in competition, he preached sermons\nand performed marriages;--a function which must have given honest\nsatisfaction to one who had been so close a witness of the enforced\nand systematised immorality of a slave-nursery. Before long, something\nfairly resembling order was established, and the settlement began to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nenjoy a reasonable measure of prosperity. The town was built, the fields\nwere planted, and the schools filled. The Governor made a point of\nallotting the lightest work to the <DW64>s who could read and write; and\nsuch was the stimulating effect of this system upon education that he\nconfidently looked forward \"to the time when there would be few in\nthe colony unable to read the Bible.\" A printing-press was in constant\noperation, and in the use of a copying-machine the little community was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut a severe ordeal was in store for the nascent civilisation of Sierra\nLeone. On a Sunday morning in September 1794, eight French sail appeared\noff the coast. The town was about as defensible as Brighton; and it is\nnot difficult to imagine the feelings which the sansculottes inspired\namong Evangelical colonists whose last advices from Europe dated from\nthe very height of the Reign of Terror. There was a party in favour of\nescaping into the forest with as much property as could be removed at so", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshort a notice; but the Governor insisted that there would be no chance\nof saving the Company's buildings unless the Company's servants could\nmake up their minds to remain at their posts, and face it out. The\nsquadron moored within musket-shot of the quay, and swept the streets\nfor two hours with grape and bullets; a most gratuitous piece of\ncruelty that killed a negress and a child, and gave one unlucky English\ngentleman a fright which ultimately brought him to his grave. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninvaders then proceeded to land, and Mr. Macaulay had an opportunity of\nlearning something about the condition of the French marine during the\nheroic period of the Republic.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA personal enemy of his own, the captain of a Yankee slaver, brought\na party of sailors straight to the Governor's house. What followed had\nbest be told in Mr. Macaulay's own words. \"Newell, who was attended by\nhalf-a-dozen sans-culottes, almost foaming with rage, presented a pistol\nto me, and with many oaths demanded instant satisfaction for the slaves\nwho had run away from him to my protection. I made very little\nreply, but told him he must now _take_ such satisfaction as he judged", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nequivalent to his claims, as I was no longer master of my actions. He\nbecame so very outrageous that, after bearing with him a little while,\nI thought it most prudent to repair myself to the French officer, and\nrequest his safe-conduct on board the Commodore's ship. As I passed\nalong the wharf the scene was curious enough. The Frenchmen, who had\ncome ashore in filth and rags, were now many of them dressed out with\nwomen's shifts, gowns, and petticoats. Others had quantities of cloth", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwrapped about their bodies, or perhaps six or seven suits of clothes\nupon them at a time. The scene which presented itself on my getting\non board the flag-ship was still more singular. The quarter-deck was\ncrowded by a set of ragamuffins whose appearance beggared every previous\ndescription, and among whom I sought in vain for some one who looked\nlike a gentleman. The stench and filth exceeded anything I had ever\nwitnessed in any ship, and the noise and confusion gave me some idea of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntheir famous Mountain. I was ushered into the Commodore's cabin, who\nat least received me civilly. His name was Citizen Allemand. He did not\nappear to have the right of excluding any of his fellow-citizens even\nfrom this place. Whatever might be their rank, they crowded into it,\nand conversed familiarly with him.\" Such was the discipline of the fleet\nthat had been beaten by Lord Hove on the first of June; and such the raw\nmaterial of the armies which, under firm hands, and on an element more", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Macaulay, who spoke French with ease and precision, in his anxiety\nto save the town used every argument which might prevail on the\nCommodore, whose Christian name, (if one may use such a phrase with\nreference to a patriot of the year two of the Republic,) happened oddly\nenough to be the same as his own. He appealed first to the traditional\ngenerosity of Frenchmen towards a fallen enemy, but soon discerned that\nthe quality in question had gone out with the old order of things, if", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nindeed it ever existed. He then represented that a people, who professed\nto be waging war with the express object of striking off the fetters of\nmankind, would be guilty of flagrant inconsistency if they destroyed an\nasylum for liberated slaves; but the Commodore gave him to understand\nthat sentiments, which sounded very well in the Hall of the Jacobins,\nwere out of place on the West Coast of Africa. The Governor returned\non shore to find the town already completely gutted. It was evident at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nevery turn that, although the Republican battalions might carry liberty\nand fraternity through Europe on the points of their bayonets, the\nRepublican sailors had found a very different use for the edge of their\ncutlasses. \"The sight of my own and of the Accountant's offices almost\nsickened me. Every desk, and every drawer, and every shelf, together\nwith the printing and copying presses, had been completely demolished\nin the search for money. The floors were strewed with types, and papers,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand leaves of books; and I had the mortification to see a great part of\nmy own labour, and of the labour of others, for several years\ntotally destroyed. At the other end of the house I found telescopes,\nhygrometers, barometers, thermometers, and electrical machines, lying\nabout in fragments. The view of the town library filled me with lively\nconcern. The volumes were tossed about and defaced with the utmost\nwantonness; and, if they happened to bear any resemblance to Bibles,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthey were torn in pieces and trampled on. The collection of natural\ncuriosities next caught my eye. Plants, seeds, dried birds, insects,\nand drawings were scattered about in great confusion, and some of the\nsailors were in the act of killing a beautiful musk-cat, which they\nafterwards ate. Every house was full of Frenchmen, who were hacking, and\ndestroying, and tearing up everything which they could not convert to\ntheir own use. The destruction of live stock on this and the following", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nday was immense. In my yard alone they killed fourteen dozen of fowls,\nand there were not less than twelve hundred hogs shot in the town.\" It\nwas unsafe to walk in the streets of Freetown during the forty-eight\nhours that followed its capture, because the French crews, with too much\nof the Company's port wine in their heads to aim straight, were firing\nat the pigs of the poor freedmen over whom they had achieved such a\nquestionable victory.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo readers of Erckmann-Chatrian it is unpleasant to be taken thus behind\nthe curtain on which those skilful artists have painted the wars of the\nearly Revolution. It is one thing to be told how the crusaders of '93\nand '94 were received with blessings and banquets by the populations to\nwhom they brought freedom and enlightenment, and quite another to read\nthe journal in which a quiet accurate-minded Scotchman tells us how\na pack of tipsy ruffians sat abusing Pitt and George to him, over a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfricassee of his own fowls, and among the wreck of his lamps and mirrors\nwhich they had smashed as a protest against aristocratic luxury.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"There is not a boy among them who has not learnt to accompany the name\nof Pitt with an execration. When I went to bed, there was no sleep to be\nhad on account of the sentinels thinking fit to amuse me the whole night\nthrough with the revenge they meant to take on him when they got him to\nParis. Next morning I went on board the 'Experiment.' The Commodore and\nall his officers messed together, and I was admitted among them. They\nare truly the poorest-looking people I ever saw. Even the Commodore", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhas only one suit which can at all distinguish him, not to say from the\nofficers, but from the men. The filth and confusion of their meals was\nterrible. A chorus of boys usher in the dinner with the Marseilles hymn,\nand it finishes in the same way. The enthusiasm of all ranks among them\nis astonishing, but not more so than their blindness. They talk with\necstasy of their revolutionary government, of their bloody executions,\nof their revolutionary tribunal, of the rapid movement of their", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrevolutionary army with the Corps of justice and the flying guillotine\nbefore it; forgetting that not one of them is not liable to its stroke\non the accusation of the greatest vagabond on board. They asked me with\ntriumph if yesterday had not been Sunday. 'Oh,' said they, 'the National\nConvention have decreed that there is no Sunday, and that the Bible is\nall a lie.'\" After such an experience it is not difficult to account\nfor the keen and almost personal interest with which, to the very day of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWaterloo, Mr. Macaulay watched through its varying phases the rise\nand the downfall of the French power. He followed the progress of the\nBritish arms with a minute and intelligent attention which from a very\nearly date communicated itself to his son; and the hearty patriotism of\nLord Macaulay is perhaps in no small degree the consequence of what\nhis father suffered from the profane and rapacious sansculottes of the\nrevolutionary squadron.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTowards the middle of October the Republicans took their departure. Even\nat this distance of time it is provoking to learn that they got back\nto Brest without meeting an enemy that had teeth to bite. The African\nclimate, however, reduced the squadron to such a plight, that it was\nwell for our frigates that they had not the chance of getting its\nfever-stricken crews under their hatches. The French never revisited\nFreetown. Indeed, they had left the place in such a condition that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit was not worth their while to return. The houses had been carefully\nburned to the ground, and the live stock killed. Except the clothes\non their backs, and a little brandy and flour, the Europeans had lost\neverything they had in the world. Till assistance came from the mother\ncountry they lived upon such provisions as could be recovered from the\nreluctant hands of the <DW64> settlers, who providentially had not been\nable to resist the temptation of helping the Republicans to plunder the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCompany's stores. Judicious liberality at home, and a year's hard work\non the spot, did much to repair the damage; and, when his colony was\nagain upon its feet, Mr. Macaulay sailed to England with the object\nof recruiting his health, which had broken down under an attack of low\nfever.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn his arrival he was admitted at once and for ever within the innermost\ncircle of friends and fellow-labourers who were united round Wilberforce\nand Henry Thornton by indissoluble bonds of mutual personal regard and\ncommon public ends. As an indispensable part of his initiation into that\nvery pleasant confederacy, he was sent down to be introduced to Hannah\nMore, who was living at Cowslip Green, near Bristol, in the enjoyment\nof general respect, mixed with a good deal of what even those who admire", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nher as she deserved must in conscience call flattery. He there met\nSelina Mills, a former pupil of the school which the Miss Mores kept\nin the neighbouring city, and a lifelong friend of all the sisters. The\nyoung lady is said to have been extremely pretty and attractive, as\nmay well be believed by those who saw her in later years. She was the\ndaughter of a member of the Society of Friends, who at one time was a\nbookseller in Bristol, and who built there a small street called \"Mills", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPlace,\" in which he himself resided. His grandchildren remembered him\nas an old man of imposing appearance, with long white hair, talking\nincessantly of Jacob Boehmen. Mr. Mills had sons, one of whom edited a\nBristol journal exceedingly well, and is said to have made some figure\nin light literature. This uncle of Lord Macaulay was a very lively,\nclever man, full of good stories, of which only one has survived. Young\nMills, while resident in London, had looked in at Rowland Hill's chapel,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand had there lost a new hat. When he reported the misfortune to his\nfather, the old Quaker replied: \"John, if thee'd gone to the right place\nof worship, thee'd have kept thy hat upon thy head.\" Lord Macaulay was\naccustomed to say that he got his \"joviality\" from his mother's family.\nIf his power of humour was indeed of Quaker origin, he was rather\nungrateful in the use to which he sometimes put it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Macaulay fell in love with Miss Mills, and obtained her affection\nin return. He had to encounter the opposition of her relations, who were\nset upon her making another and a better match, and of Mrs. Patty More,\n(so well known to all who have studied the somewhat diffuse annals of\nthe More family,) who, in the true spirit of romantic friendship, wished\nher to promise never to marry at all, but to domesticate herself as a\nyoungest sister in the household at Cowslip Green. Miss Hannah,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhowever, took a more unselfish view of the situation, and advocated Mr.\nMacaulay's cause with firmness and good feeling. Indeed, he must have\nbeen, according to her particular notions, the most irreproachable of\nlovers, until her own Coelebs was given to the world. By her help he\ncarried his point in so far that the engagement was made and recognised;\nbut the friends of the young lady would not allow her to accompany him\nto Africa; and, during his absence from England, which began in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nearly months of 1796, by an arrangement that under the circumstances was\nvery judicious, she spent much of her time in Leicestershire with his\nsister Mrs. Babington.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis first business after arriving at Sierra Leone was to sit in judgment\non the ringleaders of a formidable outbreak which had taken place in\nthe colony; and he had an opportunity of proving by example that <DW64>\ndisaffection, from the nature of the race, is peculiarly susceptible\nto treatment by mild remedies, if only the man in the post of\nresponsibility has got a heart and can contrive to keep his head. He had\nmuch more trouble with a batch of missionaries, whom he took with him in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe ship, and who were no sooner on board than they began to fall out,\nostensibly on controversial topics, but more probably from the same\nmotives that so often set the laity quarrelling during the incessant and\ninvoluntary companionship of a sea-voyage. Mr. Macaulay, finding that\nthe warmth of these debates furnished sport to the captain and other\nirreligious characters, was forced seriously to exert his authority\nin order to separate and silence the disputants. His report of these", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noccurrences went in due time to the Chairman of the Company, who excused\nhimself for an arrangement which had turned out so ill by telling a\nstory of a servant who, having to carry a number of gamecocks from one\nplace to another, tied them up in the same bag, and found on arriving at\nhis journey's end that they had spent their time in tearing each other\nto pieces. When his master called him to account for his stupidity he\nreplied: \"Sir, as they were all your cocks, I thought they would be all\non one side.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThings did not go much more smoothly on shore. Mr. Macaulay's official\ncorrespondence gives a curious picture of his difficulties in the\ncharacter of Minister of Public Worship in a black community. \"The\nBaptists under David George are decent and orderly, but there is\nobservable in them a great neglect of family worship, and sometimes\nan unfairness in their dealings. To Lady Huntingdon's Methodists, as a\nbody, may with great justice be addressed the first verse of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthird chapter of the Revelation. The lives of many of them are very\ndisorderly, and rank antinomianism prevails among them.\" But his sense\nof religion and decency was most sorely tried by Moses Wilkinson, a\nso-called Wesleyan Methodist, whose congregation, not a very respectable\none to begin with, had recently been swollen by a Revival which had been\naccompanied by circumstances the reverse of edifying. [Lord Macaulay\nhad in his youth heard too much about <DW64> preachers, and <DW64>", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nadministrators, to permit him to entertain any very enthusiastic\nanticipations with regard to the future of the African race. He writes\nin his journal for July 8 1858: \"Motley called. I like him much. We\nagree wonderfully well about slavery, and it is not often that I meet\nany person with whom I agree on that subject. For I hate slavery from\nthe bottom of my soul; and yet I am made sick by the cant and the silly\nmock reasons of the Abolitionists. The <DW65> driver and the negrophile", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nare two odious things to me. I must make Lady Macbeth's reservation:\n'Had he not resembled--,'\"] The Governor must have looked back\nwith regret to that period in the history of the colony when he was\nunderhanded in the clerical department.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut his interest in the <DW64> could bear ruder shocks than an occasional\noutburst of eccentric fanaticism. He liked his work, because he liked\nthose for whom he was working. \"Poor people,\" he writes, \"one cannot\nhelp loving them. With all their trying humours, they have a warmth of\naffection which is really irresistible.\" For their sake he endured all\nthe risk and worry inseparable from a long engagement kept by the lady\namong disapproving friends, and by the gentleman at Sierra Leone. He", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstayed till the settlement had begun to thrive, and the Company had\nalmost begun to pay; and until the Home Government had given marked\ntokens of favour and protection, which some years later developed into a\nnegotiation under which the colony was transferred to the Crown. It was\nnot till 1799 that he finally gave up his appointment, and left a region\nwhich, alone among men, he quitted with unfeigned, and, except in one\nparticular, with unmixed regret. But for the absence of an Eve, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nregarded the West Coast of Africa as a veritable Paradise, or, to use\nhis own expression, as a more agreeable Montpelier. With a temper which\nin the intercourse of society was proof against being ruffled by any\npossible treatment of any conceivable subject, to the end of his life he\nshowed faint signs of irritation if anyone ventured in his presence to\nhint that Sierra Leone was unhealthy.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn his return to England he was appointed Secretary to the Company, and\nwas married at Bristol on the 26th of August, 1799. A most close union\nit was, and, (though in latter years he became fearfully absorbed in\nthe leading object of his existence, and ceased in a measure to be the\ncompanion that he had been,) his love for his wife, and deep trust and\nconfidence in her, never failed. They took a small house in Lambeth for\nthe first twelve months. When Mrs. Macaulay was near her confinement,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMrs. Babington, who belonged to the school of matrons who hold that the\nadvantage of country air outweighs that of London doctors, invited her\nsister-in-law to Rothley Temple; and there, in a room panelled from\nceiling to floor, like every corner of the ancient mansion, with oak\nalmost black from age,--looking eastward across the park and southward\nthrough an ivy-shaded window into a little garden,--Lord Macaulay was\nborn. It was on the 25th of October 1800, the day of St. Crispin, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nanniversary of Agincourt, (as he liked to say,) that he opened his eyes\non a world which he was destined so thoroughly to learn and so intensely\nto enjoy. His father was as pleased as a father could be; but fate\nseemed determined that Zachary Macaulay should not be indulged in any\ngreat share of personal happiness. The next morning the noise of a\nspinning-jenny, at work in a cottage, startled his horse as he was\nriding past. He was thrown, and both arms were broken; and he spent in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na sick-room the remainder of the only holiday worth the name which, (as\nfar as can be traced in the family records,) he ever took during his\nmarried life. Owing to this accident the young couple were detained\nat Rothley into the winter; and the child was baptised in the private\nchapel which formed part of the house, on the 26th November 1800, by the\nnames of Thomas Babington;--the Rev. Aulay Macaulay, and Mr. and Mrs.\nBabington, acting as sponsors.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe two years which followed were passed in a house in Birchin Lane,\nwhere the Sierra Leone Company had its office. The only place where the\nchild could be taken for exercise, and what might be called air, was\nDrapers' Gardens, which (already under sentence to be covered with\nbricks and mortar at an early date) lies behind Throgmorton Street,\nand within a hundred yards of the Stock Exchange. To this dismal yard,\ncontaining as much gravel as grass, and frowned upon by a board of Rules", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand Regulations almost as large as itself, his mother used to convoy the\nnurse and the little boy through the crowds that towards noon swarmed\nalong Cornhill and Threadneedle Street; and thither she would return,\nafter a due interval, to escort them back to Birchin Lane. So strong\nwas the power of association upon Macaulay's mind that in after years\nDrapers' Garden was among his favourite haunts. Indeed, his habit of\nroaming for hours through and through the heart of the City, (a habit", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat never left him as long as he could roam at all,) was due in part\nto the recollection which caused him to regard that region as native\nground.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBaby as he was when he quitted it, he retained some impression of his\nearliest home. He remembered standing up at the nursery window by his\nfather's side, looking at a cloud of black smoke pouring out of a tall\nchimney. He asked if that was hell; an inquiry that was received with a\ngrave displeasure which at the time he could not understand. The kindly\nfather must have been pained, almost against his own will, at finding\nwhat feature of his creed it was that had embodied itself in so very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmaterial a shape before his little son's imagination. When in after days\nMrs. Macaulay was questioned as to how soon she began to detect in the\nchild a promise of the future, she used to say that his sensibilities\nand affections were remarkably developed at an age which to her hearers\nappeared next to incredible. He would cry for joy on seeing her after a\nfew hours' absence, and, (till her husband put a stop to it,) her power\nof exciting his feelings was often made an exhibition to her friends.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nShe did not regard this precocity as a proof of cleverness; but, like\na foolish young mother, only thought that so tender a nature was marked\nfor early death.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe next move which the family made was into as healthy an atmosphere,\nin every sense, as the most careful parent could wish to select. Mr.\nMacaulay took a house in the High Street of Clapham, in the part now\ncalled the Pavement, on the same side as the Plough inn, but some doors\nnearer to the Common. It was a roomy comfortable dwelling, with a very\nsmall garden behind, and in front a very small one indeed, which\nhas entirely disappeared beneath a large shop thrown out towards the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nroad-way by the present occupier, who bears the name of Heywood. Here\nthe boy passed a quiet and most happy childhood. From the time that he\nwas three years old he read incessantly, for the most part lying on the\nrug before the fire, with his book on the ground, and a piece of bread\nand batter in his hand. A very clever woman, who then lived in the house\nas parlour-maid, told how he used to sit in his nankeen frock, perched\non the table by her as she was cleaning the plate, and expounding to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nher out of a volume as big as himself. He did not care for toys, but was\nvery fond of taking his walk, when he would hold forth to his companion,\nwhether nurse or mother, telling interminable stories out of his own\nhead, or repeating what he had been reading in language far above his\nyears. His memory retained without shout effort the phraseology of the\nbook which he had been last engaged on, and he talked, as the maid said,\n\"quite printed words,\" which produced an effect that appeared formal,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand often, no doubt, exceedingly droll. Mrs. Hannah More was fond\nof relating how she called at Mr. Macaulay's, and was met by a fair,\npretty, slight child, with abundance of light hair, about four years of\nage, who came to the front door to receive her, and tell her that his\nparents were out, but that if she would be good enough to come in he\nwould bring her a glass of old spirits; a proposition which greatly\nstartled the good lady, who had never aspired beyond cowslip wine. When", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nquestioned as to what he knew about old spirits, he could only say that\nRobinson Crusoe often had some. About this period his father took him on\na visit to Lady Waldegrave at Strawberry Hill, and was much pleased, to\nexhibit to his old friend the fair bright boy, dressed in a green coat\nwith red cellar and cuffs, a frill at the throat, and white trousers.\nAfter some time had been spent among the wonders of the Orford\nCollection, of which he ever after carried a catalogue in his head, a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nservant who was waiting upon the company in the great gallery spilt some\nhot coffee over his legs. The hostess was all kindness and compassion,\nand when, after a while, she asked how he was feeling, the little fellow\nlooked up in her face and replied: \"Thank you, madam, the agony is\nabated.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut it must not be supposed that his quaint manners proceeded from\naffectation or conceit; for all testimony declares that a more simple\nand natural child never lived, or a more lively and merry one. He had at\nhis command the resources of the Common; to this day the most unchanged\nspot within ten miles of St. Paul's, and which to all appearance\nwill ere long hold that pleasant preeminence within ten leagues.\nThat delightful wilderness of gorse bushes, and poplar groves, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngravel-pits, and ponds great and small, was to little Tom Macaulay a\nregion of inexhaustible romance and mystery. He explored its recesses;\nhe composed, and almost believed, its legends; he invented for its\ndifferent features a nomenclature which has been faithfully preserved\nby two generations of children. A slight ridge, intersected by deep\nditches, towards the west of the Common, the very existence of which no\none above eight years old would notice, was dignified with the title of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Alps; while the elevated island, covered with shrubs, that gives\na name to the Mount pond, was regarded with infinite awe as being the\nnearest approach within the circuit of his observation to a conception\nof the majesty of Sinai. Indeed, at this period his infant fancy was\nmuch exercised with the threats and terrors of the Law. He had a little\nplot of ground at the back of the house, marked out as his own by a Tory\nof oyster-shells, which a maid one day threw away as rubbish. He went", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstraight to the drawing-room, where his mother was entertaining some\nvisitors, walked into the circle, and said very solemnly: \"Cursed be\nSally; for it is written, Cursed is he that removeth his neighbour's\nland-mark.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile still the merest child he was sent as a day-scholar to Mr.\nGreaves, a shrewd Yorkshireman with a turn for science, who had been\noriginally brought to the neighbourhood in order to educate a number\nof African youths sent over to imbibe Western civilisation at the\nfountain-head. The poor fellows had found as much difficulty in keeping\nalive at Clapham as Englishmen experience at Sierra Leone; and, in the\nend, their tutor set up a school for boys of his own colour, and at one", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntime had charge of almost the entire rising generation of the Common.\nMrs. Macaulay explained to Tom that he must learn to study without the\nsolace of bread and butter, to which he replied: \"Yes, mama, industry\nshall be my bread and attention my butter.\" But, as a matter of fact,\nno one ever crept more unwillingly to school. Each several afternoon he\nmade piteous entreaties to be excused returning after dinner, and was\nmet by the unvarying formula: \"No, Tom, if it rains cats and dogs, you\nshall go.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis reluctance to leave home had more than one side to it. Not only did\nhis heart stay behind, but the regular lessons of the class took him\naway from occupations which in his eyes were infinitely more delightful\nand important; for these were probably the years of his greatest\nliterary activity. As an author he never again had mere facility, or\nanything like so wide a range. In September 1808, his mother writes:\n\"My dear Tom continues to show marks of uncommon genius. He gets on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwonderfully in all branches of his education, and the extent of\nhis reading, and of the knowledge he has derived from it, are truly\nastonishing in a boy not yet eight years old. He is at the same time as\nplayful as a kitten. To give you some idea of the activity of his mind\nI will mention a few circumstances that may interest you and Colin. You\nwill believe that to him we never appear to regard anything he does as\nanything more than a schoolboy's amusement. He took it into his head to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwrite a compendium of Universal History about a year ago, and he really\ncontrived to give a tolerably connected view of the leading events from\nthe Creation to the present time, filling about a quire of paper. He\ntold me one day that he had been writing a paper, which Henry Daly\nwas to translate into Malabar, to persuade the people of Travancore to\nembrace the Christian religion. On reading it I found it to contain a\nvery clear idea of the leading facts and doctrines of that religion,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith some strong arguments for its adoption. He was so fired with\nreading Scott's Lay and Marmion, the former of which he got entirely,\nand the latter almost entirely, by heart, merely from his delight in\nreading them, that he determined on writing himself a poem in six cantos\nwhich he called the 'Battle of Cheviot.' After he had finished about\nthree of the cantos of about 120 lines each, which he did in a couple of\ndays, he became tired of it. I make no doubt he would have finished his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndesign, but, as he was proceeding with it, the thought struck him of\nwriting an heroic poem to be called 'Olaus the Great, or the Conquest\nof Mona,' in which, after the manner of Virgil, he might introduce in\nprophetic song the future fortunes of the family;--among others, those\nof the hero who aided in the fall of the tyrant of Mysore, after having\nlong suffered from his tyranny; [General Macaulay had been one of Tippoo\nSahib's prisoners] and of another of his race who had exerted himself", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor the deliverance of the wretched Africans. He has just begun it. He\nhas composed I know not how many hymns. I send you one, as a specimen,\nin his own handwriting, which he wrote about six months ago on one\nMonday morning while we were at breakfast.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe affection of the last generation of his relatives has preserved\nall these pieces, but the piety of this generation will refrain from\nsubmitting them to public criticism. A marginal note, in which Macaulay\nhas expressed his cordial approval of Uncle Toby's [Tristram Shandy,\nchapter clxiii.] remark about the great Lipsius, indicates his own\nwishes in the matter too clearly to leave any choice for those who come\nafter him. But there still may be read in a boyish scrawl the epitome of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nUniversal History, from \"a new king who knew not Joseph,\"--down through\nRameses, and Dido, and Tydeus, and Tarquin, and Crassus, and Gallienus,\nand Edward the Martyr,--to Louis, who \"set off on a crusade against the\nAlbigenses,\" and Oliver Cromwell, who \"was an unjust and wicked man.\"\nThe hymns remain, which Mrs. Hannah More, surely a consummate judge of\nthe article, pronounced to be \"quite extraordinary for such a baby.\"\nTo a somewhat later period probably belongs a vast pile of blank verse,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nentitled \"Fingal, a poem in xii books;\" two of which are in a complete\nand connected shape, while the rest of the story is lost amidst a\nlabyrinth of many hundred scattered lines, so transcribed as to suggest\na conjecture that the boy's demand for foolscap had outrun the paternal\ngenerosity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOf all his performances, that which attracted most attention at the time\nwas undertaken for the purpose of immortalising Olaus Magnus, King of\nNorway, from whom the clan to which the bard belonged was supposed\nto derive its name. Two cantos are extant, of which there are several\nexemplars, in every stage of calligraphy from the largest round hand\ndownwards, a circumstance which is apparently due to the desire on the\npart of each of the little Macaulays to possess a copy of the great", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfamily epic. The opening stanzas, each of which contains more lines than\ntheir author counted years, go swinging along with plenty of animation\nand no dearth of historical and geographical allusion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDay set on Cumbria's hills supreme,\n And, Menai, on thy silver stream.\n The star of day had reached the West.\n Now in the main it sank to rest.\n Shone great Eleindyn's castle tall:\n Shone every battery, every hall:\n Shone all fair Mona's verdant plain;\n But chiefly shone the foaming main.\n\nAnd again", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Long,\" said the Prince, \"shall Olave's name\n Live in the high records of fame.\n Fair Mona now shall trembling stand\n That ne'er before feared mortal hand.\n Mona, that isle where Ceres' flower\n In plenteous autumn's golden hour\n Hides all the fields from man's survey\n As locusts hid old Egypt's day.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe passage containing a prophetic mention of his father and uncle\nafter the manner of the sixth book of the Aeneid, for the sake of\nwhich, according to Mrs. Macaulay, the poem was originally designed, can\nnowhere be discovered. It is possible that in the interval between the\nconception and the execution the boy happened to light upon a copy of\nthe Rolliad. If such was the case, he already had too fine a sense\nof humour to have persevered in his original plan after reading that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmasterpiece of drollery. It is worthy of note that the voluminous\nwritings of his childhood, dashed off at headlong speed in the odds\nand ends of leisure from school-study and nursery routine, are not only\nperfectly correct in spelling and grammar, but display the same lucidity\nof meaning, and scrupulous accuracy in punctuation and the other minor\ndetails of the literary art, which characterise his mature works.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNothing could be more judicious than the treatment that Mr. and Mrs.\nMacaulay adopted towards their boy. They never handed his productions\nabout, or encouraged him to parade his powers of conversation or\nmemory. They abstained from any word or act which might foster in him\na perception of his own genius with as much care as a wise millionaire\nexpends on keeping his son ignorant of the fact that he is destined to\nbe richer than his comrades. \"It was scarcely ever,\" writes one who knew", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhim well from the very first, \"that the consciousness was expressed\nby either of his parents of the superiority of their son over other\nchildren. Indeed, with his father I never remember any such expression.\nWhat I most observed myself was his extraordinary command of language.\nWhen he came to describe to his mother any childish play, I took care\nto be present, when I could, that I might listen to the way in which he\nexpressed himself, often scarcely exceeded in his later years. Except", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthis trifle, I remember him only as a good-tempered boy, always\noccupied, playing with his sisters without assumption of any kind.\" One\neffect of this early discipline showed itself in his freedom from vanity\nand susceptibility,--those qualities which, coupled together in our\nmodern psychological dialect under the head of \"self-consciousness,\" are\nsupposed to be the besetting defects of the literary character. Another\nresult was his habitual over-estimate of the average knowledge possessed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby mankind. Judging others by himself, he credited the world at large\nwith an amount of information which certainly few have the ability\nto acquire, or the capacity to retain. If his parents had not been\nso diligent in concealing from him the difference between his own\nintellectual stores and those of his neighbours, it is probable that\nless would have been heard of Lord Macaulay's Schoolboy.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe system pursued at home was continued at Barley Wood, the place where\nthe Misses More resided from 1802 onwards. Mrs. Macaulay gladly sent her\nboy to a house where he was encouraged without being spoiled, and where\nhe never failed to be a welcome guest. The kind old ladies made a real\ncompanion of him, and greatly relished his conversation; while at the\nsame time, with their ideas on education, they would never have allowed\nhim, even if he had been so inclined, to forget that he was a child.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMrs. Hannah More, who had the rare gift of knowing how to live with both\nyoung and old, was the most affectionate and the wisest of friends, and\nreadily undertook the superintendence of his studies, his pleasures, and\nhis health. She would keep him with her for weeks, listening to him as\nhe read prose by the ell, declaimed poetry by the hour, and discussed\nand compared his favourite heroes, ancient, modern, and fictitious,\nunder all points of view and in every possible combination; coaxing him", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninto the garden under pretence of a lecture on botany; sending him from\nhis books to run round the grounds, or play at cooking in the kitchen;\ngiving him Bible lessons which invariably ended in a theological\nargument, and following him with her advice and sympathy through his\nmultifarious literary enterprises. [\"The next time,\" (my uncle once said\nto us,) \"that I saw Hannah More was in 1807. The old ladies begged my\nparents to leave me with them for a week, and this visit was a great", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nevent in my life. In parlour and kitchen they could not make enough of\nme. They taught me to cook; and I was to preach, and they got in people\nfrom the fields and I stood on a chair, and preached sermons. I might\nhave been indicted for holding a conventicle.\"] She writes to his father\nin 1809: \"I heartily hope that the sea air has been the means of setting\nyou up, and Mrs. Macaulay also, and that the dear little poet has caught\nhis share of bracing.... Tell Tom I desire to know how 'Olaus' goes on.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe broader and more genial aspect under which life showed itself to the\nboy at Barley Wood has left its trace in a series of childish squibs and\nparodies, which may still be read with an interest that his Cambrian\nand Scandinavian rhapsodies fail to inspire. The most ambitious of\nthese lighter efforts is a pasquinade occasioned by some local scandal,\nentitled \"Childe Hugh and the labourer, a pathetic ballad.\" The \"Childe\"\nof the story was a neighbouring baronet, and the \"Abbot\" a neighbouring", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrector, and the whole performance, intended, as it was, to mimic the\nspirit of Percy's Reliques, irresistibly suggests a reminiscence of\nJohn Gilpin. It is pleasant to know that to Mrs. Hannah More was due the\ncommencement of what eventually became the most readable of libraries,\nas is shown in a series of letters extending over the entire period of\nMacaulay's education. When he was six years old she writes; \"Though you\nare a little boy now, you will one day, if it please God, be a man; but", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlong before you are a man I hope you will be a scholar. I therefore\nwish you to purchase such books as will be useful and agreeable to you\n_then_, and that you employ this very small sum in laying a little tiny\ncorner-stone for your future library.\" A year or two afterwards she\nthanks him for his \"two letters, so neat and free from blots. By this\nobvious improvement you have entitled yourself to another book. You must\ngo to Hatchard's and choose. I think we have nearly exhausted the Epics.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhat say you to a little good prose? Johnson's Hebrides, or Walton's\nLives, unless you would like a neat edition of Cowper's poems or\nParadise Lost for your own eating? In any case choose something which\nyou do not possess. I want you to become a complete Frenchman, that\nI may give you Racine, the only dramatic poet I know in any modern\nlanguage that is perfectly pure and good. I think you have hit off the\nOde very well, and I am much obliged to you for the Dedication.\" The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe had another Maecenas in the person of General Macaulay, who came back\nfrom India in 1810. The boy greeted him with a copy of verses, beginning\n\n \"Now safe returned from Asia's parching strand,\n Welcome, thrice welcome to thy native land.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo tell the unvarnished truth, the General's return was not altogether\nof a triumphant character. After very narrowly escaping with his life\nfrom an outbreak at Travancore, incited by a native minister who owed\nhim a grudge, he had given proof of courage and spirit during some\nmilitary operations which ended in his being brought back to the\nResidency with flying colours. But, when the fighting was over, he\ncountenanced, and perhaps prompted, measures of retaliation which were", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nill taken by his superiors at Calcutta. In his congratulatory effusion\nthe nephew presumes to remind the uncle that on European soil there\nstill might be found employment for so redoubtable a sword.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe General did not take the hint, and spent the remainder of his life\npeacefully enough between London, Bath, and the Continental capitals.\nHe was accustomed to say that his travelling carriage was his only\nfreehold; and, wherever he fixed his temporary residence, he had\nthe talent of making himself popular. At Geneva he was a universal\nfavourite; he always was welcome at Coppet; and he gave the strongest\nconceivable proof of a cosmopolitan disposition by finding himself", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nequally at home at Rome and at Clapham. When in England he lived much\nwith his relations, to whom he was sincerely attached. He was generous\nin a high degree, and the young people owed to him books which they\notherwise could never have obtained, and treats and excursions which\nformed the only recreations that broke the uniform current of their\nlives. They regarded their uncle Colin as the man of the world of the\nMacaulay family.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nZachary Macaulay's circumstances during these years were good, and\nconstantly improving. For some time he held the post of Secretary to the\nSierra Leone Company, with a salary of L500 per annum. He subsequently\nentered into partnership with a nephew, and the firm did a large\nbusiness as African merchants under the names of Macaulay and Babington.\nThe position of the father was favourable to the highest interests of\nhis children. A boy has the best chance of being well brought up in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na household where there is solid comfort, combined with thrift and\nsimplicity; and the family was increasing too fast to leave any margin\nfor luxurious expenditure. Before the eldest son had completed his\nthirteenth year he had three brothers and five sisters.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHere Martyn lies. In manhood's early bloom\n The Christian hero finds a Pagan tomb.\n Religion, sorrowing o'er her favourite son,\n Points to the glorious trophies that he won.\n Eternal trophies! not with carnage red,\n Not stained with tears by hapless captives shed,\n But trophies of the Cross. For that dear name,\n Through every form of danger, death, and shame,\n Onward he journeyed to a happier shore,\n Where danger, death and shame assault no more.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the course of 1812 it began to be evident that Tom had got beyond\nthe educational capabilities of Clapham; and his father seriously\ncontemplated the notion of removing to London in order to place him as a\nday-scholar at Westminster. Thorough as was the consideration which the\nparents gave to the matter, their decision was of more importance\nthan they could at the time foresee. If their son had gone to a public\nschool, it is more than probable that he would have turned out a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndifferent man, and have done different work. So sensitive and homeloving\na boy might for a while have been too depressed to enter fully unto\nthe ways of the place; but, as he gained confidence, he could not have\nwithstood the irresistible attractions which the life of a great school\nexercises over a vivid eager nature, and he would have sacrificed to\npassing pleasures and emulations a part, at any rate, of those years\nwhich, in order to be what he was, it was necessary that he should spend", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwholly among his books. Westminster or Harrow might have sharpened his\nfaculties for dealing with affairs and with men; but the world at large\nwould have lost more than he could by any possibility have gained. If\nMacaulay had received the usual education of a young Englishman, he\nmight in all probability have kept his seat for Edinburgh; but he\ncould hardly have written the Essay on Von Ranke, or the description of\nEngland in the third chapter of the History.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Macaulay ultimately fixed upon a private school, kept by the Rev.\nMr. Preston, at Little Shelford, a village in the immediate vicinity\nof Cambridge. The motives which guided this selection were mainly of\na religious nature. Mr. Preston held extreme Low Church opinions, and\nstood in the good books of Mr. Simeon, whose word had long been law in\nthe Cambridge section of the Evangelical circle. But whatever had been\nthe inducement to make it, the choice proved singularly fortunate. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntutor, it is true, was narrow in his views, and lacked the taste and\njudgment to set those views before his pupils in an attractive form.\nTheological topics dragged into the conversation at unexpected moments,\ninquiries about their spiritual state, and long sermons which had to be\nlistened to under the dire obligation of reproducing them in an epitome,\nfostered in the minds of some of the boys a reaction against the outward\nmanifestations of religion;--a reaction which had already begun under", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe strict system pursued in their respective homes. But, on the other\nhand, Mr. Preston knew both how to teach his scholars, and when to leave\nthem to teach themselves. The eminent judge, who divided grown men into\ntwo sharply defined and most uncomplimentary categories, was accustomed\nto say that private schools made poor creatures, and public schools sad\ndogs; but Mr. Preston succeeded in giving a practical contradiction\nto Sir William Maine's proposition. His pupils, who were limited to an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naverage of a dozen at a time, got far beyond their share of honours at\nthe university and of distinction in after life. George Stainforth,\na grandson of Sir Francis Baring, by his success at Cambridge was\nthe first to win the school an honourable name, which was more than\nsustained by Henry Malden, now Greek Professor at University College,\nLondon, and by Macaulay himself. Shelford was strongly under the\ninfluence of the neighbouring university; an influence which Mr.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPreston, himself a fellow of Trinity, wisely encouraged. The boys were\npenetrated with Cambridge ambitions and ways of thought; and frequent\nvisitors brought to the table, where master and pupils dined in common,\nthe freshest Cambridge gossip of the graver sort.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLittle Macaulay received much kindness from Dean Milner, the President\nof Queen's College, then at the very summit of a celebrity which is\nalready of the past. Those who care to search among the embers of that\nonce brilliant reputation can form a fair notion of what Samuel Johnson\nwould have been if he had lived a generation later, and had been\nabsolved from the necessity of earning his bread by the enjoyment of\necclesiastical sinecures, and from any uneasiness as to his worldly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstanding by the possession of academical dignities and functions. The\nDean who had boundless goodwill for all his fellow-creatures at every\nperiod of life, provided that they were not Jacobins or sceptics,\nrecognised the promise of the boy, and entertained him at his college\nresidence on terms of friendliness, and almost of equality. After one of\nthese visits he writes to Mr. Macaulay; \"Your lad is a fine fellow. He\nshall stand before kings, he shall not stand before mean men.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Papa,--As this is a whole holiday, I cannot find a better time\nfor answering your letter. With respect to my health, I am very well,\nand tolerably cheerful, as Blundell, the best and most clever of all the\nscholars, is very kind, and talks to me, and takes my part. He is quite\na friend of Mr. Preston's. The other boys, especially Lyon, a Scotch\nboy, and Wilberforce, are very good-natured, and we might have gone on\nvery well had not one, a Bristol fellow, come here. He is unanimously", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalloyed to be a queer fellow, and is generally characterised as a\nfoolish boy, and by most of us as an ill-natured one. In my learning\nI do Xenophon every day, and twice a week the Odyssey, in which I am\nclassed with Wilberforce, whom all the boys allow to be very clever,\nvery droll, and very impudent. We do Latin verses trice a week, and I\nhave not yet been laughed at, as Wilberforce is the only one who hears\nthem, being in my class. We are exercised also once a week in English", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncomposition, and once in Latin composition, and letters of persons\nrenowned in history to each other. We get by heart Greek grammar or\nVirgil every evening. As for sermon-writing, I have hitherto got off\nwith credit, and I hope I shall keep up my reputation. We have had the\nfirst meeting of our debating society the other day, when a vote of\ncensure was moved for upon Wilberforce, but he getting up said, \"Mr.\nPresident, I beg to second the motion.\" By this means he escaped. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nkindness which Mr. Preston shows me is very great. He always assists\nme in what I cannot do, and takes me to walk out with him every now\nand then. My room is a delightful snug little chamber, which nobody can\nenter, as there is a trick about opening the door. I sit like a king,\nwith my writing-desk before me; for, (would you believe it?) there is\na writing-desk in my chest of drawers; my books on one side, my box of\npapers on the other, with my arm-chair and my candle; for every boy has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na candlestick, snuffers, and extinguisher of his own. Being pressed for\nroom, I will conclude what I have to say to-morrow, and ever remain,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYour affectionate son,\n\nTHOMAS B. MACAULAY.\n\nThe youth who on this occasion gave proof of his parentage by his\nreadiness and humour was Wilberforce's eldest son. A fortnight later\non, the subject chosen for discussion was \"whether Lord Wellington or\nMarlborough was the greatest general. A very warm debate is expected.\"\n\nShelford: April 20, 1813.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mama,--Pursuant to my promise I resume my pen to write to you\nwith the greatest pleasure. Since I wrote to you yesterday, I have\nenjoyed myself more than I have ever done since I came to Shelford. Mr.\nHodson called about twelve o'clock yesterday morning with a pony for me,\nand took me with him to Cambridge. How surprised and delighted was I\nto learn that I was to take a bed at Queen's College in Dean Milner's\napartments! Wilberforce arrived soon after, and I spent the day very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nagreeably, the Dean amusing me with the greatest kindness. I slept\nthere, and came home on horseback to-day just in time for dinner.\nThe Dean has invited me to come again, and Mr. Preston has given his\nconsent. The books which I am at present employed in reading to myself\nare, in English, Plutarch's Lives, and Milner's Ecclesiastical History;\nin French, Fenelon's Dialogues of the Dead. I shall send you back the\nvolumes of Madame de Genlis's petits romans as soon as possible, and I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshould be very much obliged for one or two more of them. Everything now\nseems to feel the influence of spring. The trees are all out. The lilacs\nare in bloom. The days are long, and I feel that I should be happy\nwere it not that I want home. Even yesterday, when I felt more real\nsatisfaction than I have done for almost three months, I could not help\nfeeling a sort of uneasiness, which indeed I have always felt more or\nless since I have been here, and which is the only thing that hinders me", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Fly fast the hours, and dawn th' expected morn.\"\n\nEvery night when I lie down I reflect that another day is cut off from\nthe tiresome time of absence.\n\nYour affectionate son,\n\nTHOMAS B. MACAULAY.\n\nShelford: April 26 1813.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Papa,--Since I have given you a detail of weekly duties, I hope\nyou will be pleased to be informed of my Sunday's occupations. It is\nquite a day of rest here, and I really look to it with pleasure through\nthe whole of the week. After breakfast we learn a chapter in the Greek\nTestament that is with the aid of our Bibles, and without doing it with\na dictionary like other lessons. We then go to church. We dine almost\nas soon as we come back, and we are left to ourselves till afternoon", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchurch. During this time I employ myself in reading, and Mr. Preston\nlends me any books for which I ask him, so that I am nearly as well\noff in this respect as at home, except for one thing, which, though I\nbelieve it is useful, is not very pleasant. I can only ask for one book\nat a time, and cannot touch another till I have read it through. We then\ngo to church, and after we come hack I read as before till tea-time.\nAfter tea we write out the sermon. I cannot help thinking that Mr.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPreston uses all imaginable means to make us forget it, for he gives us\na glass of wine each on Sunday, and on Sunday only, the very day when we\nwant to have all our faculties awake; and some do literally go to sleep\nduring the sermon, and look rather silly when they wake. I, however,\nhave not fallen into this disaster.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe constant allusions to home politics and to the progress of the\nContinental struggle, which occur throughout Zachary Macaulay's\ncorrespondence with his son, prove how freely, and on what an equal\nfooting, the parent and child already conversed on questions of public\ninterest. The following letter is curious as a specimen of the eagerness\nwith which the boy habitually flung himself into the subjects which\noccupied his father's thoughts. The renewal of the East India Company's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncharter was just then under the consideration of Parliament, and\nthe whole energies of the Evangelical party were exerted in order to\nsignalise the occasion by securing our Eastern dominions as a field for\nthe spread of Christianity. Petitions against the continued exclusion\nof missionaries were in course of circulation throughout the island, the\ndrafts of which had been prepared by Mr. Macaulay.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nShelford: May 8, 1813.\n\nMy dear Papa,--As on Monday it will be out of my power to write, since\nthe examination subjects are to be given out I write to-day instead to\nanswer your kind and long letter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am very much pleased that the nation seems to take such interest in\nthe introduction of Christianity into India. My Scotch blood begins\nto boil at the mention of the 1,750 names that went up from a single\ncountry parish. Ask Mama and Selina if they do not now admit my argument\nwith regard to the superior advantages of the Scotch over the English\npeasantry.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to my examination preparations, I will if you please give you a\nsketch of my plan. On Monday, the day on which the examination subjects\nare given out, I shall begin. My first performance will be my verses and\nmy declamation. I shall then translate the Greek and Latin. The first\ntime of going over I shall mark the passages which puzzle me, and then\nreturn to them again. But I shall have also to rub up my Mathematics,\n(by the bye, I begin the second book of Euclid to-day,) and to study", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhatever History may be appointed for the examination. I shall not be\nable to avoid trembling, whether I know my subjects or not. I am however\nintimidated at nothing but Greek. Mathematics suit my taste, although,\nbefore I came, I declaimed against them, and asserted that, when I went\nto College, it should not be to Cambridge. I am occupied with the hope\nof lecturing Mama and Selina upon Mathematics, as I used to do upon\nHeraldry, and to change Or, and Argent, and Azure, and Gules, for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsquares, and points, and circles, and angles, and triangles, and\nrectangles, and rhomboids, and in a word \"all the pomp and circumstance\"\nof Euclid. When I come home I shall, if my purse is sufficient, bring a\ncouple of rabbits for Selina and Jane.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYour affectionate son,\n\nTHOMAS B. MACAULAY.\n\nIt will be seen that this passing fondness for mathematics soon changed\ninto bitter disgust.\n\nClapham May 28, 1813.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Tom,--I am very happy to hear that you have so far advanced in\nyour different prize exercises, and with such little fatigue. I know you\nwrite with great ease to yourself, and would rather write ten poems than\nprune one; but remember that excellence is not attained at first. All\nyour pieces are much mended after a little reflection, and therefore\ntake some solitary walks, and think over each separate thing. Spare no\ntime or trouble to render each piece as perfect as you can, and then", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nleave the event without one anxious thought. I have always admired\na saying of one of the old heathen philosophers. When a friend was\ncondoling with him that he so well deserved of the gods, and yet that\nthey did not shower their favours on him, as on some others less worthy,\nhe answered, \"I will, however, continue to deserve well of them.\" So do\nyou, my dearest. Do your best because it is the will of God you should\nimprove every faculty to the utmost now, and strengthen the powers of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyour mind by exercise, and then in future you will be better enabled to\nglorify God with all your powers and talents, be they of a more humble,\nor higher order, and you shall not fail to be received into everlasting\nhabitations, with the applauding voice of your Saviour, \"Well done, good\nand faithful servant.\" You see how ambitious your mother is. She must\nhave the wisdom of her son acknowledged before Angels, and an assembled\nworld. My wishes can soar no higher, and they can be content with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMayst thou live to know and fear Him,\n Trust and love Him all thy days\n Then go dwell for ever near Him,\n See His face, and sing His praise.\n\nand this is the substance of all my prayers for you. In less than a\nmonth you and I shall, I trust, be rambling over the Common, which now\nlooks quite beautiful.\n\nI am ever, my dear Tom,\n\nYour affectionate mother,\n\nSELINA MACAULAY.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe commencement of the second half-year at school, perhaps the darkest\nseason of a boy's existence, was marked by an unusually severe and\nprolonged attack of home-sickness. It would be cruel to insert the first\nletter written after the return to Shelford from the summer holidays.\nThat which follows it is melancholy enough.\n\nShelford: August 14. 1813.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mama,--I must confess that I have been a little disappointed\nat not receiving a letter from home to-day. I hope, however, for one\nto-morrow. My spirits are far more depressed by leaving home than\nthey were last half-year. Everything brings home to my recollection.\nEverything I read, or see, or hear, brings it to my mind. You told me I\nshould be happy when I once came here, but not an hour passes in which\nI do not shed tears at thinking of home. Every hope, however unlikely to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe realised, affords me some small consolation. The morning on which I\nwent, you told me that possibly I might come home before the holidays.\nIf you can confirm this hope, believe me when I assure you that there is\nnothing which I would not give for one instant's sight of home. Tell\nme in your next, expressly, if you can, whether or no there is any\nlikelihood of my coming home before the holidays. If I could gain Papa's\nleave, I should select my birthday on October 25 as the time which I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshould wish to spend at that home which absence renders still dearer to\nme. I think I see you sitting by Papa just after his dinner, reading my\nletter, and turning to him, with an inquisitive glance, at the end of\nthe paragraph. I think too that I see his expressive shake of the head\nat it. O, may I be mistaken! You cannot conceive what an alteration a\nfavourable answer would produce in me. If your approbation of my request\ndepends upon my advancing in study, I will work like a cart-horse. If", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyou should refuse it, you will deprive me of the most pleasing illusion\nwhich I ever experienced in my life. Pray do not fail to write speedily.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYour dutiful and affectionate son,\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nHis father answered him in a letter of strong religious complexion,\nfull of feeling, and even of beauty, but too long for reproduction in a\nbiography that is not his own.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Macaulay's deep anxiety for his son's welfare sometimes induced him\nto lend too ready an ear to busybodies, who informed him of failings\nin the boy which would have been treated more lightly, and perhaps more\nwisely, by a less devoted father. In the early months of 1814 he writes\nas follows, after hearing the tale of some guest of Mr. Preston whom\nTom had no doubt contradicted at table in presence of the assembled\nhousehold.\n\nLondon: March 4, 1814.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Tom,--In taking up my pen this morning a passage in Cowper\nalmost involuntarily occurred to me. You will find it at length in his\n\"Conversation.\"\n\n \"Ye powers who rule the Tongue, if such there are,\n And make colloquial happiness your care,\n Preserve me from the thing I dread and hate,\n A duel in the form of a debate.\n Vociferated logic kills me quite.\n A noisy man is always in the right.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou know how much such a quotation as this would fall in with my\nnotions, averse as I am to loud and noisy tones, and self-confident,\noverwhelming, and yet perhaps very unsound arguments. And you will\nremember how anxiously I dwelt upon this point while you were at home.\nI have been in hopes that this half-year would witness a great change\nin you in this respect. My hopes, however, have been a little damped by\nsomething which I heard last week through a friend, who seemed to have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nreceived an impression that you had gained a high distinction among the\nyoung gentlemen at Shelford by the loudness and vehemence of your tones.\nNow, my dear Tom, you cannot doubt that this gives me pain; and it does\nso not so much on account of the thing itself, as because I consider\nit a pretty infallible test of the mind within. I do long and pray\nmost earnestly that the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit may be\nsubstituted for vehemence and self-confidence, and that you may be as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmuch distinguished for the former as ever you have been for the latter.\nIt is a school in which I am not ambitious that any child of mine should\ntake a high degree.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf the people of Shelford be as bad as you represent them in your\nletters, what are they but an epitome of the world at large? Are they\nungrateful to you for your kindnesses? Are they foolish, and wicked,\nand wayward in the use of their faculties? What is all this but what\nwe ourselves are guilty of every day? Consider how much in our case the\nguilt of such conduct is aggravated by our superior knowledge. We shall\nnot have ignorance to plead in its extenuation, as many of the people of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nShelford may have. Now, instead of railing at the people of Shelford, I\nthink the best thing which you and your schoolfellows could do would be\nto try to reform them. You can buy and distribute useful and striking\ntracts, as well as Testaments, among such as can read. The cheap\nRepository and Religious Tract Society will furnish tracts suited to all\ndescriptions of persons; and for those who cannot read--why should you\nnot institute a Sunday school to be taught by yourselves, and in which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nappropriate rewards being given for good behaviour, not only at school\nbut through the week, great effects of a moral kind might soon be\nproduced? I have exhausted my paper, and must answer the rest of your\nletter in a few days. In the meantime,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA father's prayers are seldom fulfilled to the letter. Many years were\nto elapse before the son ceased to talk loudly and with confidence; and\nthe literature that he was destined to distribute through the world was\nof another order from that which Mr. Macaulay here suggests. The answer,\nwhich is addressed to the mother, affords a proof that the boy could\nalready hold his own. The allusions to the Christian Observer, of which\nhis father was editor, and to Dr. Herbert Marsh, with whom the ablest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mama,--The news is glorious indeed. Peace! Peace with a Bourbon,\nwith a descendant of Henri Quatre, with a prince who is bound to us by\nall the ties of gratitude. I have some hopes that it will be a lasting\npeace; that the troubles of the last twenty years may make kings and\nnations wiser. I cannot conceive a greater punishment to Buonaparte than\nthat which the allies have inflicted on him. How can his ambitious mind\nsupport it? All his great projects and schemes, which once made every", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthrone in Europe tremble, are buried in the solitude of an Italian isle.\nHow miraculously everything has been conducted! We almost seem to hear\nthe Almighty saying to the fallen tyrant, \"For this cause have I raised\nthee up, that I might show in thee My power.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs I am in very great haste with this letter, I shall have but little\ntime to write. I am sorry to hear that some nameless friend of Papa's\ndenounced my voice as remarkably loud. I have accordingly resolved to\nspeak in a moderate key except on the undermentioned special occasions.\nImprimis, when I am speaking at the same time with three others.\nSecondly, when I am praising the Christian Observer. Thirdly, when I\nam praising Mr. Preston or his sisters I may be allowed to speak in my", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI saw to-day that greatest of churchmen, that pillar of Orthodoxy,\nthat true friend to the Liturgy, that mortal enemy to the Bible\nSociety,--Herbert Marsh, D.D., Professor of Divinity on Lady Margaret's\nfoundation. I stood looking at him for about ten minutes, and shall\nalways continue to maintain that he is a very ill-favoured gentleman as\nfar as outward appearance is concerned. I am going this week to spend\na day or two at Dean Milner's, where I hope, nothing unforeseen", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the course of the year 1814 Mr. Preston removed his establishment to\nAspenden Hall near Buntingford, in Hertfordshire; a large old-fashioned\nmansion, standing amidst extensive shrubberies, and a pleasant\nundulating domain sprinkled with fine timber. The house has been rebuilt\nwithin the last twenty years, and nothing remains of it except the dark\noak panelling of the hall in which the scholars made their recitations\non the annual speech day. The very pretty church, which stands hard by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwithin the grounds, was undergoing restoration in 1873 and by this time\nthe only existing portion of the former internal fittings is the family\npew, in which the boys sat on drowsy summer afternoons, doing what they\ncould to keep their impressions of the second sermon distinct from their\nreminiscences of the morning. Here Macaulay spent four most industrious\nyears, doing less and less in the class-room as time went on, but\nenjoying the rare advantage of studying Greek and Latin by the side of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsuch a scholar as Malden. The two companions were equally matched in age\nand classical attainments, and at the university maintained a rivalry so\ngenerous as hardly to deserve the name. Each of the pupils had his own\nchamber, which the others were forbidden to enter under the penalty of\na shilling fine. This prohibition was in general not very strictly\nobserved; but the tutor had taken the precaution of placing Macaulay\nin a room next his own;--a proximity which rendered the position of an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nintruder so exceptionally dangerous that even Malden could not remember\nhaving once passed his friend's threshold during the whole of their stay\nat Aspenden.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn this seclusion, removed from the delight of family intercourse, (the\nonly attraction strong enough to draw him from his books,) the boy\nread widely, unceasingly, more than rapidly. The secret of his immense\nacquirements lay in two invaluable gifts of nature,--an unerring memory,\nand the capacity for taking in at a glance the contents of a printed\npage. During the first part of his life he remembered whatever caught\nhis fancy without going through the process of consciously getting it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby heart. As a child, during one of the numerous seasons when the social\nduties devolved upon Mr. Macaulay, he accompanied his father on an\nafternoon call, and found on a table the Lay of the Last Minstrel, which\nhe had never before met with. He kept himself quiet with his prize while\nthe elders were talking, and, on his return home, sat down upon his\nmother's bed, and repeated to her as many cantos as she had the patience\nor the strength to listen to. At one period of his life he was known to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsay that, if by some miracle of Vandalism all copies of Paradise Lost\nand the Pilgrim's Progress were destroyed off the face of the earth,\nhe would undertake to reproduce them both from recollection whenever\na revival of learning came. In 1813, while waiting in a Cambridge\ncoffee-room for a postchaise which was to take him to his school, he\npicked up a county newspaper containing two such specimens of provincial\npoetical talent as in those days might be read in the corner of any", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nweekly journal. One piece was headed \"Reflections of an Exile;\" while\nthe other was a trumpery parody on the Welsh ballad \"Ar hyd y nos,\"\nreferring to some local anecdote of an ostler whose nose had been bitten\noff by a filly. He looked them once through, and never gave them a\nthought for forty years, at the end of which time he repeated them both\nwithout missing,--or, as far as he knew, changing,--a single word.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[Sir William Stirling Maxwell says, in a letter with which he has\nhonoured me: \"Of his extraordinary memory I remember Lord Jeffrey\ntelling me an instance. They had had a difference about a quotation from\nParadise Lost, and made a wager about it; the wager being a copy of the\nhook, which, on reference to the passage, it was found Jeffrey had won.\nThe bet was made just before, and paid immediately after, the Easter\nvacation. On putting the volume into Jeffrey's hand, your uncle said,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n'I don't think you will find me tripping again. I knew it, I thought,\npretty well before; but I am sure I know it now.' Jeffrey proceeded to\nexamine him, putting him on at a variety of the heaviest passages--the\nbattle of the angels--the dialogues of Adam and the archangels,--and\nfound him ready to declaim them all, till he begged him to stop. He\nasked him how he had acquired such a command of the poem, and had for\nanswer: 'I had him in the country, and I read it twice over, and I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndon't think that I shall ever forget it again.' At the same time he told\nJeffrey that he believed he could repeat everything of his own he had\never printed, and nearly all he had ever written, 'except, perhaps, some\nof my college exercises.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I myself had an opportunity of seeing and hearing a remarkable proof of\nyour uncle's hold upon the most insignificant verbiage that chance had\npoured into his ear. I was staying with him at Bowood, in the winter\nof 1852. Lord Elphinstone--who had been many years before Governor of\nMadras,--was telling one morning at breakfast of a certain native barber\nthere, who was famous, in his time, for English doggrel of his own\nmaking, with which he was wont to regale his customers. 'Of course,'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaid Lord Elphinstone, 'I don't remember any of it; but was very funny,\nand used to be repeated in society.' Macaulay, who was sitting a good\nway off, immediately said: 'I remember being shaved by the fellow, and\nhe recited a quantity of verse to me during the operation, and here\nis some of it;' and then he went off in a very queer doggrel about the\nexploits of Bonaparte, of which I recollect the recurring refrain--", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut when he saw the British boys,\n He up and ran away.\n\nIt is hardly conceivable that he had ever had occasion to recall that\npoem since the day when he escaped from under the poet's razor.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs he grew older, this wonderful power became impaired so far that\ngetting by rote the compositions of others was no longer an involuntary\nprocess. He has noted in his Lucan the several occasions on which he\ncommitted to memory his favourite passages of an author whom he regarded\nas unrivalled among rhetoricians; and the dates refer to 1836, when he\nhad just turned the middle point of life. During his last years, at his\ndressing-table in the morning, he would learn by heart one or another", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the little idylls in which Martial expatiates on the enjoyments of a\nSpanish country-house, or a villa-farm in the environs of Rome;--those\ndelicious morsels of verse which, (considering the sense that modern\nideas attach to the name,) it is an injustice to class under the head of\nepigrams.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's extraordinary faculty of assimilating printed matter at first\nsight remained the same through life. To the end he read books more\nquickly than other people skimmed them, and skimmed them as fast as\nanyone else could turn the leaves. \"He seemed to read through the skin,\"\nsaid one who had often watched the operation. And this speed was not in\nhis case obtained at the expense of accuracy. Anything which had once\nappeared in type, from the highest effort of genius down to the most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndetestable trash that ever consumed ink and paper manufactured for\nbetter things, had in his eyes an authority which led him to look upon\nmisquotation as a species of minor sacrilege.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWith these endowments, sharpened by an insatiable curiosity, from his\nfourteenth year onward he was permitted to roam almost at will over\nthe whole expanse of literature. He composed little beyond his school\nexercises, which themselves bear signs of having been written in a\nperfunctory manner. At this period he had evidently no heart in anything\nbut his reading. Before leaving Shelford for Aspenden he had already\ninvoked the epic muse for the last time.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe man was Roderic, king of Connaught, whom he got tired of singing\nbefore he had well completed two books of the poem. Thenceforward he\nappears never to have struck his lyre, except in the first enthusiasm\naroused by the intelligence of some favourable turn of fortune on\nthe Continent. The flight of Napoleon from Russia was celebrated in a\n\"Pindaric Ode\" duly distributed into strophes and antistrophes;\nand, when the allies entered Paris, the school put his services into", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrequisition to petition for a holiday in honour of the event. He\naddressed his tutor in a short poem, which begins with a few sonorous\nand effective couplets, grows more and more like the parody on\nFitzgerald in \"Rejected Addresses,\" and ends in a peroration of which\nthe intention is unquestionably mock-heroic:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Oh, by the glorious posture of affairs,\n By the enormous price that Omnium hears,\n By princely Bourbon's late recovered Crown,\n And by Miss Fanny's safe return from town,\n Oh, do not thou, and thou alone, refuse\n To show thy pleasure at this glorious news!\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTouched by the mention of his sister, Mr. Preston yielded and young\nMacaulay never turned another verse except at the bidding of his\nschoolmaster, until, on the eve of his departure for Cambridge, he\nwrote between three and four hundred lines of a drama, entitled \"Don\nFernando,\" marked by force and fertility of diction, but somewhat too\nartificial to be worthy of publication under a name such as his. Much\nabout the same time he communicated to Malden the commencement of a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nburlesque poem on the story of Anthony Babington; who, by the part that\nhe took in the plots against the life of Queen Elizabeth, had given the\nfamily a connection with English history which, however questionable,\nwas in Macaulay's view better than none.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Each, says the proverb, has his taste. 'Tis true.\n Marsh loves a controversy; Coates a play;\n Bennet a felon; Lewis Way a Jew;\n The Jew the silver spoons of Lewis Way.\n The Gipsy Poetry, to own the truth,\n Has been my love through childhood and in youth.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is perhaps as well that the project to all appearance stopped with\nthe first stanza, which in its turn was probably written for the sake of\na single line. The young man had a better use for his time than to spend\nit in producing frigid imitations of Beppo.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was not unpopular among his fellow-pupils, who regarded him with\npride and admiration, tempered by the compassion which his utter\ninability to play at any sort of game would have excited in every\nschool, private or public alike. He troubled himself very little about\nthe opinion of those by whom he was surrounded at Aspenden. It required\nthe crowd and the stir of a university to call forth the social\nqualities which he possessed in so large a measure. The tone of his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncorrespondence during these years sufficiently indicates that he lived\nalmost exclusively among books. His letters, which had hitherto been\nvery natural and pretty, began to smack of the library, and please less\nthan those written in early boyhood. His pen was overcharged with the\nmetaphors and phrases of other men; and it was not till maturing powers\nhad enabled him to master and arrange the vast masses of literature\nwhich filled his memory that his native force could display itself", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfreely through the medium of a style which was all his own. In 1815 he\nbegan a formal literary correspondence, after the taste of the previous\ncentury, with Mr. Hudson, a gentleman in the Examiner's Office of the\nEast India House.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAspenden Hall: August 22, 1815.\n\nDear Sir,--The Spectator observes, I believe in his first paper, that\nwe can never read an author with much zest unless we are acquainted with\nhis situation. I feel the same in my epistolary correspondence; and,\nsupposing that in this respect we may be alike, I will just tell you\nmy condition. Imagine a house in the middle of pretty large grounds,\nsurrounded by palings. These I never pass. You may therefore suppose\nthat I resemble the Hermit of Parnell.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf you substitute newspapers and visitors for books and swains, you may\nform an idea of what I know of the present state of things. Write to\nme as one who is ignorant of every event except political occurrences.\nThese I learn regularly; but if Lord Byron were to publish melodies or\nromances, or Scott metrical tales without number, I should never see\nthem, or perhaps hear of them, till Christmas. Retirement of this kind,\nthough it precludes me from studying the works of the hour, is very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI know not whether \"peeping at the world through the loopholes of\nretreat\" be the best way of forming us for engaging in its busy and\nactive scenes. I am sure it is not a way to my taste. Poets may talk\nof the beauties of nature, the enjoyments of a country life, and rural\ninnocence; but there is another kind of life which, though unsung\nby bards, is yet to me infinitely superior to the dull uniformity of\ncountry life. London is the place for me. Its smoky atmosphere, and its", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmuddy river, charm me more than the pure air of Hertfordshire, and the\ncrystal currents of the river Rib. Nothing is equal to the splendid\nvarieties of London life, \"the fine flow of London talk,\" and the\ndazzling brilliancy of London spectacles. Such are my sentiments, and,\nif ever I publish poetry, it shall not be pastoral. Nature is the last\ngoddess to whom my devoirs shall be paid.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYours most faithfully,\n\nTHOMAS B. MACAULAY.\n\nThis votary of city life was still two months short of completing his\nfifteenth year!\n\nAspenden Hall: August 23, 1815.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mama,--You perceive already in so large a sheet, and so small a\nhand, the promise of a long, a very long letter, longer, as I intend\nit, than all the letters which you send in a half-year together. I have\nagain begun my life of sterile monotony, unvarying labour, the dull\nreturn of dull exercises in dull uniformity of tediousness. But do not\nthink that I complain.\n\n My mind to me a kingdom is,\n Such perfect joy therein I find\n As doth exceed all other bliss\n That God or nature hath assigned.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAssure yourself that I am philosopher enough to be happy,--I meant to\nsay not particularly unhappy,--in solitude; but man is an animal made\nfor society. I was gifted with reason, not to speculate in Aspenden\nPark, but to interchange ideas with some person who can understand me.\nThis is what I miss at Aspenden. There are several here who possess both\ntaste and reading; who can criticise Lord Byron and Southey with much\ntact and \"savoir du metier.\" But here it is not the fashion to think.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHear what I have read since I came here. Hear and wonder! I have in the\nfirst place read Boccacio's Decameron, a tale of a hundred cantos. He is\na wonderful writer. Whether he tells in humorous or familiar strains the\nfollies of the silly Calandrino, or the witty pranks of Buffalmacco and\nBruno, or sings in loftier numbers", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor lashes with a noble severity and fearless independence the vices of\nthe monks and the priestcraft of the established religion, he is always\nelegant, amusing, and, what pleases and surprises most in a writer of\nso unpolished an age, strikingly delicate and chastised. I prefer him\ninfinitely to Chaucer. If you wish for a good specimen of Boccacio, as\nsoon as you have finished my letter, (which will come, I suppose, by\ndinner-time,) send Jane up to the library for Dryden's poems, and you", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut, truly admirable as the bard of Florence is, I must not permit\nmyself to give him more than his due share of my letter. I have likewise\nread Gil Blas, with unbounded admiration of the abilities of Le Sage.\nMalden and I have read Thalaba together, and are proceeding to the Curse\nof Kehama. Do not think, however, that I am neglecting more important\nstudies than either Southey or Boccacio. I have read the greater part of\nthe History of James I. and Mrs. Montague's essay on Shakspeare, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na great deal of Gibbon. I never devoured so many books in a fortnight.\nJohn Smith, Bob Hankinson, and I, went over the Hebrew Melodies\ntogether. I certainly think far better of them than we used to do at\nClapham. Papa may laugh, and indeed he did laugh me out of my taste at\nClapham; but I think that there is a great deal of beauty in the first\nmelody, \"She walks in beauty,\" though indeed who it is that walks in\nbeauty is not very exactly defined. My next letter shall contain a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nproduction of my muse, entitled \"An Inscription for the Column of\nWaterloo,\" which is to be shown to Mr. Preston to-morrow. What he may\nthink of it I do not know. But I am like my favourite Cicero about my\nown productions. It is all one to me what others think of them. I never\nlike them a bit less for being disliked by the rest of mankind. Mr.\nPreston has desired me to bring him up this evening two or three\nsubjects for a Declamation. Those which I have selected are as follows:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n1st, a speech in the character of Lord Coningsby, impeaching the Earl of\nOxford; 2nd, an essay on the utility of standing armies; 3rd, an essay\non the policy of Great Britain with regard to continental possessions.\nI conclude with sending my love to Papa, Selina, Jane, John, (\"but he\nis not there,\" as Fingal pathetically says, when in enumerating his sons\nwho should accompany him to the chase he inadvertently mentions the dead\nRyno,) Henry, Fanny, Hannah, Margaret, and Charles. Valete.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis exhaustive enumeration of his brothers and sisters invites\nattention to that home where he reigned supreme. Lady Trevelyan thus\ndescribes their life at Clapham: \"I think that my father's strictness\nwas a good counterpoise to the perfect worship of your uncle by the rest\nof the family. To us he was an object of passionate love and devotion.\nTo us he could do no wrong. His unruffled sweetness of temper, his\nunfailing flow of spirits, his amusing talk, all made his presence", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso delightful that his wishes and his tastes were our law. He hated\nstrangers; and his notion of perfect happiness was to see us all working\nround him while he read aloud a novel, and then to walk all together\non the Common, or, if it rained, to have a frightfully noisy game of\nhide-and-seek. I have often wondered how our mother could ever have\nendured our noise in her little house. My earliest recollections speak\nof the intense happiness of the holidays, beginning with finding him in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPapa's room in the morning; the awe at the idea of his having reached\nhome in the dark after we were in bed, and the Saturnalia which at once\nset in;--no lessons; nothing but fun and merriment for the whole six\nweeks. In the year 1816 we were at Brighton for the summer holidays, and\nhe read to us Sir Charles Grandison. It was always a habit in our family\nto read aloud every evening. Among the books selected I can recall\nClarendon, Burnet, Shakspeare, (a great treat when my mother took the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvolume,) Miss Edgeworth, Mackenzie's Lounger and Mirror, and, as a\nstanding dish, the Quarterly and the Edinburgh Reviews. Poets too,\nespecially Scott and Crabbe, were constantly chosen. Poetry and novels,\nexcept during Tom's holidays, were forbidden in the daytime, and\nstigmatised as 'drinking drams in the morning.'\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMorning or evening, Mr. Macaulay disapproved of novel-reading; but, too\nindulgent to insist on having his own way in any but essential matters,\nhe lived to see himself the head of a family in which novels were\nmore read, and better remembered, than in any household of the United\nKingdom. The first warning of the troubles that were in store for him\nwas an anonymous letter addressed to him as editor of the Christian\nObserver, defending works of fiction, and eulogising Fielding and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSmollett. This he incautiously inserted in his periodical, and brought\ndown upon himself the most violent objurgations from scandalised\ncontributors, one of whom informed the public that he had committed the\nobnoxious number to the flames, and should thenceforward cease to take\nin the Magazine. The editor replied with becoming spirit; although by\nthat time he was aware that the communication, the insertion of which in\nan unguarded moment had betrayed him into a controversy for which he had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso little heart, had proceeded from the pen of his son. Such was young\nMacaulay's first appearance in print, if we except the index to the\nthirteenth volume of the Christian Observer, which he drew up during his\nChristmas holidays of 1814. The place where he performed his earliest\nliterary work can be identified with tolerable certainty. He enjoyed the\neldest son's privilege of a separate bedchamber; and there, at the front\nwindow on the top story, furthest from the Common and nearest to London,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwe can fancy him sitting, apart from the crowded play-room, keeping\nhimself warm as best he might, and travelling steadily through the\nblameless pages the contents of which it was his task to classify for\nthe convenience of posterity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLord Macaulay used to remark that Thackeray introduced too much of the\nDissenting element into his picture of Clapham in the opening chapters\nof \"The Newcomes.\" The leading people of the place,--with the exception\nof Mr. William Smith, the Unitarian member of Parliament,--were one and\nall staunch Churchmen; though they readily worked in concert with those\nreligious communities which held in the main the same views, and pursued\nthe same objects, as themselves. Old John Thornton, the earliest of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEvangelical magnates, when he went on his annual tour to the South\nCoast or the Scotch mountains, would take with him some Independent or\nWesleyan minister who was in need of a holiday; and his followers in\nthe next generation had the most powerful motives for maintaining the\nalliance which he had inaugurated. They could not neglect such doughty\nauxiliaries in the memorable war which they waged against cruelty,\nignorance, and irreligion, and in their less momentous skirmishes with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe votaries of the stage, the racecourse, and the card-table.\nWithout the aid of nonconformist sympathy, and money, and oratory,\nand organisation, their operations would have been doomed to certain\nfailure. The cordial relations entertained with the members of other\ndenominations by those among whom his youth was passed did much to\nindoctrinate Macaulay with a lively and genuine interest in sectarian\ntheology. He possessed a minute acquaintance, very rare among men of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nletters, with the origin and growth of the various forms of faith and\npractice which have divided the allegiance of his countrymen; not the\nleast important of his qualifications for writing the history of an\nepoch when the national mind gave itself to religious controversy even\nmore largely than has been its wont.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe method of education in vogue among the Clapham families was simple,\nwithout being severe. In the spacious gardens, and the commodious houses\nof an architecture already dating a century back, which surrounded the\nCommon, there was plenty of freedom, and good fellowship, and reasonable\nenjoyment for young and old alike. Here again Thackeray has not\ndone justice to a society that united the mental culture, and the\nintellectual activity, which are developed by the neighbourhood of a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreat capital, with the wholesome quiet and the homely ways of country\nlife. Hobson and Brian Newcome are not fair specimens of the effect\nof Clapham influences upon the second generation. There can have been\nnothing vulgar, and little that was narrow, in a training which produced\nSamuel Wilberforce, and Sir James Stephen, and Charles and Robert Grant,\nand Lord Macaulay. The plan on which children were brought up in the\nchosen home of the Low Church party, during its golden age, will", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbear comparison with systems about which, in their day, the world was\nsupposed never to tire of hearing, although their ultimate results have\nbeen small indeed.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is easy to trace whence the great bishop and the great writer derived\ntheir immense industry. Working came as naturally as walking to sons who\ncould not remember a time when their fathers idled. \"Mr. Wilberforce and\nMr. Babington have never appeared downstairs lately, except to take a\nhasty dinner, and for half an hour after we have supped. The slave-trade\nnow occupies them nine hours daily. Mr. Babington told me last night\nthat he had fourteen hundred folio pages to read, to detect the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncontradictions, and to collect the answers which corroborate Mr.\nWilberforce's assertions in his speeches. These, with more than two\nthousand pages to be abridged, must be done within a fortnight, and they\ntalk of sitting up one night in every week to accomplish it. The two\nfriends begin to look very ill, but they are in excellent spirits, and\nat this moment I hear them laughing at some absurd questions in the\nexamination.\" Passages such as this are scattered broadcast through the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncorrespondence of Wilberforce and his friends. Fortitude, and diligence,\nand self-control, and all that makes men good and great, cannot be\npurchased from professional educators. Charity is not the only quality\nwhich begins at home. It is throwing away money to spend a thousand a\nyear on the teaching of three boys, if they are to return from school\nonly to find the older members of their family intent on amusing\nthemselves at any cost of time and trouble, or sacrificing self-respect", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin ignoble efforts to struggle into a social grade above their own. The\nchild will never place his aims high, and pursue them steadily, unless\nthe parent has taught him what energy, and elevation of purpose, mean\nnot less by example than by precept.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn that company of indefatigable workers none equalled the labours of\nZachary Macaulay. Even now, when he has been in his grave for more than\nthe third of a century, it seems almost an act of disloyalty to record\nthe public services of a man who thought that he had done less than\nnothing if his exertions met with praise, or even with recognition. The\nnature and value of those services may be estimated from the terms in\nwhich a very competent judge, who knew how to weigh his words, spoke", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the part which Mr. Macaulay played in one only of his numerous\nenterprises,--the suppression of slavery and the slave-trade. \"That God\nhad called him into being to wage war with this gigantic evil became his\nimmutable conviction. During forty successive years he was ever burdened\nwith this thought. It was the subject of his visions by day and of his\ndreams by night. To give them reality he laboured as men labour for the\nhonours of a profession or for the subsistence of their children.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn that service he sacrificed all that a man may lawfully\nsacrifice--health, fortune, repose, favour, and celebrity. He died a\npoor man, though wealth was within his reach. He devoted himself to\nthe severest toil, amidst allurements to luxuriate in the delights of\ndomestic and social intercourse, such as few indeed have encountered.\nHe silently permitted some to usurp his hardly-earned honours, that\nno selfish controversy might desecrate their common cause. He made no", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neffort to obtain the praises of the world, though he had talents to\ncommand, and a temper peculiarly disposed to enjoy them. He drew upon\nhimself the poisoned shafts of calumny, and, while feeling their sting\nas generous spirits only can feel it, never turned a single step aside\nfrom his path to propitiate or to crush the slanderers.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nZachary Macaulay was no mere man of action. It is difficult to\nunderstand when it was that he had time to pick up his knowledge of\ngeneral literature; or how he made room for it in a mind so crammed\nwith facts and statistics relating to questions of the day that when\nWilberforce was at a loss for a piece of information he used to say,\n\"Let us look it out in Macaulay.\" His private papers, which are one long\nregister of unbroken toil, do nothing to clear up the problem. Highly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncultivated, however, he certainly was, and his society was in request\nwith many who cared little for the objects which to him were everything.\nThat he should have been esteemed and regarded by Lord Brougham, Francis\nHomer, and Sir James Mackintosh, seems natural enough, but there is\nsomething surprising in finding him in friendly and frequent\nintercourse with some of his most distinguished French contemporaries.\nChateaubriand, Sismondi, the Duc de Broglie, Madame de Stael, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDumont, the interpreter of Bentham, corresponded with him freely in\ntheir own language, which he wrote to admiration. The gratification that\nhis foreign acquaintance felt at the sight of his letters would have\nbeen unalloyed but for the pamphlets and blue-books by which they were\ntoo often accompanied. It is not difficult to imagine the feelings of a\nParisian on receiving two quarto volumes, with the postage only in part\npre-paid, containing the proceedings of a Committee on Apprenticeship in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe West Indies, and including the twelve or fifteen thousand questions\nand answers on which the Report was founded. It would be hard to meet\nwith a more perfect sample of the national politeness than the passage\nin which M. Dumont acknowledges one of the less formidable of these\nunwelcome gifts. \"Mon cher Ami,--Je ne laisserai pas partir Mr. Inglis\nsans le charger de quelques lignes pour vous, afin de vous remercier du\nChristian Observer que vous avez eu la bonte de m'envoyer. Vous savez", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nque j'ai a great taste for it; mais il faut vous avouer une triste\nverite, c'est que je manque absolument de loisir pour le lire. Ne m'en\nenvoyez plus; car je me sens peine d'avoir sous les yeux de si bonnes\nchoses, dont je n'ai pas le temps de tue nourrir.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In the year 1817,\" Lady Trevelyan writes, \"my parents made a tour in\nScotland with your uncle. Brougham gave them a letter to Jeffrey, who\nhospitably entertained them; but your uncle said that Jeffrey was not\nat all at his ease, and was apparently so terrified at my father's\nreligious reputation that he seemed afraid to utter a joke. Your uncle\ncomplained grievously that they travelled from manse to manse, and\nalways came in for very long prayers and expositions. [Macaulay writes", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin his journal of August 8, 1859: \"We passed my old acquaintance,\nDumbarton castle, I remembered my first visit to Dumbarton, and the old\nminister, who insisted on our eating a bit of cake with him, and said\na grace over it which might have been prologue to a dinner of the\nFishmongers' Company, or the Grocers' Company.\"] I think, with all the\nlove and reverence with which your uncle regarded his father's memory,\nthere mingled a shade of bitterness that he had not met quite the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nencouragement and appreciation from him which he received from others.\nBut such a son as he was! Never a disrespectful word or look; always\nanxious to please and amuse; and at last he was the entire stay and\nsupport of his father's declining years.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Your uncle was of opinion that the course pursued by his father towards\nhim during his youth was not judicious. But here I am inclined to\ndisagree with him. There was no want of proof of the estimation in which\nhis father held him, corresponding with him from a very early age as\nwith a man, conversing with him freely, and writing of him most fondly.\nBut, in the desire to keep down any conceit, there was certainly in my\nfather a great outward show of repression and depreciation. Then", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe faults of your uncle were peculiarly those that my father had no\npatience with. Himself precise in his arrangements, writing a beautiful\nhand, particular about neatness, very accurate and calm, detesting\nstrong expressions, and remarkably self-controlled; while his eager\nimpetuous boy, careless of his dress, always forgetting to wash his\nhands and brush his hair, writing an execrable hand, and folding\nhis letters with a great blotch for a seal, was a constant care and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nirritation. Many letters to your uncle have I read on these subjects.\nSometimes a specimen of the proper way of folding a letter is sent him,\n(those were the sad days before envelopes were known,) and he is desired\nto repeat the experiment till he succeeds. General Macaulay's fastidious\nnature led him to take my father's line regarding your uncle, and my\nyouthful soul was often vexed by the constant reprimands for venial\ntransgressions. But the great sin was the idle reading, which was a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthorn in my father's side that never was extracted. In truth, he really\nacknowledged to the full your uncle's abilities, and felt that if he\ncould only add his own morale, his unwearied industry, his power of\nconcentrating his energies on the work in hand, his patient painstaking\ncalmness, to the genius and fervour which his son possessed, then a\nbeing might be formed who could regenerate the world. Often in later\nyears I have heard my father, after expressing an earnest desire for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsome object, exclaim, 'If I had only Tom's power of speech!' But he\nshould have remembered that all gifts are not given to one, and that\nperhaps such a union as he coveted is even impossible. Parents must\nbe content to see their children walk in their own path, too happy if\nthrough any road they attain the same end, the living for the glory of\nGod and the good of man.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFrom a marvellously early date in Macaulay's life public affairs divided\nhis thoughts with literature, and, as he grew to manhood, began more and\nmore to divide his aspirations. His father's house was much used as a\ncentre of consultation by members of Parliament who lived in the suburbs\non the Surrey side of London; and the boy could hardly have heard more\nincessant, and assuredly not more edifying, political talk if he had\nbeen brought up in Downing Street. The future advocate and interpreter", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof Whig principles was not reared in the Whig faith. Attached friends of\nPitt, who in personal conduct, and habits of life, certainly came nearer\nto their standard than his great rival,--and warmly in favour of a war\nwhich, to their imagination, never entirely lost its early character of\nan internecine contest with atheism.--the Evangelicals in the House of\nCommons for the most part acted with the Tories. But it may be doubted\nwhether, in the long run, their party would not have been better without", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthem. By the zeal, the munificence, the laborious activity, with which\nthey pursued their religious and semi-religious enterprises, they did\nmore to teach the world how to get rid of existing institutions than\nby their votes and speeches at Westminster they contributed to preserve\nthem. [Macaulay, writing to one of his sisters in 1844, says: \"I think\nStephen's article on the Clapham Sect the best thing he ever did, I do\nnot think with you that the Claphamites were men too obscure for such", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndelineation. The truth is that from that little knot of men emanated\nall the Bible Societies, and almost all the Missionary Societies, in the\nworld. The whole organisation of the Evangelical party was their work.\nThe share which they had in providing means for the education of the\npeople was great. They were really the destroyers of the slave-trade,\nand of slavery. Many of those whom Stephen describes were public men of\nthe greatest weight, Lord Teignmouth governed India in Calcutta, Grant", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngoverned India in Leadenhall Street, Stephen's father was Perceval's\nright-hand man in the House of Commons. It is needless to speak of\nWilberforce. As to Simeon, if you knew what his authority and influence\nwere, and how they extended from Cambridge to the most remote corners\nof England, you would allow that his real sway in the Church was far\ngreater than that of any primate. Thornton, to my surprise, thinks the\npassage about my father unfriendly. I defended Stephen. The truth is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat he asked my permission to draw a portrait of my father for the\nEdinburgh Review. I told him that I had only to beg that he would not\ngive it the air of a puff; a thing which, for myself and for my friends,\nI dread far more than any attack. My influence over the Review is so\nwell known that a mere eulogy of my father appearing in that work would\nonly call forth derision. I therefore am really glad that Stephen has\nintroduced into his sketch some little characteristic traits which, in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthemselves, were not beauties.\"] With their May meetings, and African\nInstitutions, and Anti-slavery Reporters, and their subscriptions of\ntens of thousands of pounds, and their petitions bristling with hundreds\nof thousands of signatures, and all the machinery for informing opinion\nand bringing it to bear on ministers and legislators which they did\nso much to perfect and even to invent, they can be regarded as nothing\nshort of the pioneers and fuglemen of that system of popular agitation", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich forms a leading feature in our internal history during the past\nhalf-century. At an epoch when the Cabinet which they supported was\nso averse to manifestations of political sentiment that a Reformer who\nspoke his mind in England was seldom long out of prison, and in Scotland\nran a very serious risk of transportation, Toryism sat oddly enough on\nmen who spent their days in the committee-room and their evenings on the\nplatform, and each of whom belonged to more Associations combined for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere was something incongruous in their position; and as time went\non they began to perceive the incongruity. They gradually learned that\nmeasures dear to philanthropy might be expected to result from the\nadvent to power of their opponents; while their own chief too often\nfailed them at a pinch out of what appeared to them an excessive,\nand humiliating, deference to interests powerfully represented on the\nbenches behind him. Their eyes were first opened by Pitt's change of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nattitude with regard to the object that was next all their hearts. There\nis something almost pathetic in the contrast between two entries in\nWilberforce's diary, of which the first has become classical, but the\nsecond is not so generally known. In 1787, referring to the movement\nagainst the slave-trade, he says: \"Pitt recommended me to undertake its\nconduct, as a subject suited to my character and talents. At length, I\nwell remember, after a conversation in the open air at the root of an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nold tree at Holwood, just above the vale of Keston, I resolved to give\nnotice on a fit occasion in the House of Commons of my intention to\nbring the subject forward.\" Twelve years later Mr. Henry Thornton had\nbrought in a bill for confining the trade within certain limits upon\nthe coast of Africa. \"Upon the second reading of this bill,\" writes\nWilberforce, \"Pitt coolly put off the debate when I had manifested a\ndesign of answering P.'s speech, and so left misrepresentations without", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBesides instructing their successors in the art of carrying on a popular\nmovement, Wilberforce and his followers had a lesson to teach, the value\nof which not so many perhaps will be disposed to question. In public\nlife, as in private, they habitually had the fear of God before their\neyes. A mere handful as to number, and in average talent very much on\na level with the mass of their colleagues;--counting in their ranks no\norator, or minister, or boroughmonger;--they commanded the ear of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHouse, and exerted on its proceedings an influence, the secret of which\nthose who have studied the Parliamentary history of the period find it\nonly too easy to understand. To refrain from gambling and ball-giving,\nto go much to church and never to the theatre, was not more at variance\nwith the social customs of the day than it was the exception in the\npolitical world to meet with men who looked to the facts of the case and\nnot to the wishes of the minister, and who before going into the lobby", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrequired to be obliged with a reason instead of with a job. Confidence\nand respect, and (what in the House of Commons is their unvarying\naccompaniment) power, were gradually, and to a great extent\ninvoluntarily, accorded to this group of members. They were not addicted\nto crotchets, nor to the obtrusive and unseasonable assertion of\nconscientious scruples. The occasions on which they made proof of\nindependence and impartiality were such as justified, and dignified,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntheir temporary renunciation of party ties. They interfered with\ndecisive effect in the debates on the great scandals of Lord Melville\nand the Duke of York, and in more than one financial or commercial\ncontroversy that deeply concerned the national interests, of which\nthe question of the retaining the Orders in Council was a conspicuous\ninstance. A boy who, like young Macaulay, was admitted to the intimacy\nof politicians such as these, and was accustomed to hear matters of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstate discussed exclusively from a public point of view without any\nafterthought of ambition, or jealousy, or self-seeking, could hardly\nfail to grow up a patriotic and disinterested man. \"What is far better\nand more important than all is this, that I believe Macaulay to be\nincorruptible. You might lay ribbons, stars, garters, wealth, titles\nbefore him in vain. He has an honest genuine love of his country, and\nthe world would not bribe him to neglect her interests.\" Thus said", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe memory of Thornton and Babington, and the other worthies of their\nday and set, is growing dim, and their names already mean little in our\nears. Part of their work was so thoroughly done that the world, as its\nwont is, has long ago taken the credit of that work to itself. Others of\ntheir undertakings, in weaker hands than theirs, seem out of date among\nthe ideas and beliefs which now are prevalent. At Clapham, as elsewhere,\nthe old order is changing, and not always in a direction which to them", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwould be acceptable or even tolerable. What was once the home of Zachary\nMacaulay stands almost within the swing of the bell of a stately\nand elegant Roman Catholic chapel; and the pleasant mansion of Lord\nTeignmouth, the cradle of the Bible Society, is now a religious house of\nthe Redemptorist Order. But in one shape or another honest performance\nalways lives, and the gains that accrued from the labours of these\nmen are still on the right side of the national ledger. Among the most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npermanent of those gains is their undoubted share in the improvement of\nour political integrity by direct, and still more by indirect, example.\nIt would be ungrateful to forget in how large a measure it is due to\nthem that one, whose judgments upon the statesmen of many ages and\ncountries have been delivered to an audience vast beyond all precedent,\nshould have framed his decisions in accordance with the dictates of\nhonour and humanity, of ardent public spirit and lofty public virtue.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCHAPTER II. 1818-1824.\n\n Macaulay goes to the University--His love for Trinity\n College--His contemporaries at Cambridge--Charles Austin--\n The Union Debating Society--University studies, successes,\n and failures--The Mathematical Tripos--The Trinity\n Fellowship--William the Third--Letters--Prize poems--\n Peterloo--Novel-reading--The Queen's Trial--Macaulay's\n feeling towards his mother--A Reading-party--Hoaxing an\n editor--Macaulay takes pupils.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIN October 1818 Macaulay went into residence at Trinity College,\nCambridge. Mr. Henry Sykes Thornton, the eldest son of the member for\nSouthwark, was his companion throughout his university career. The\nyoung men lived in the same lodgings, and began by reading with the same\ntutor; a plan which promised well, because, in addition to what was his\nown by right, each had the benefit of the period of instruction paid for\nby the other. But two hours were much the same as one to Macaulay, in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhose eyes algebra and geometry were so much additional material for\nlively and interminable argument. Thornton reluctantly broke through the\narrangement, and eventually stood highest among the Trinity wranglers\nof his year; an elevation which he could hardly have attained if he had\npursued his studies in company with one who regarded every successive\nmathematical proposition as an open question. A Parliamentary election\ntook place while the two friends were still quartered together in Jesus", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLane. A tumult in the neighbouring street announced that the citizens\nwere expressing their sentiments by the only channel which was open to\nthem before the days of Reform; and Macaulay, to whom any excitement of\na political nature was absolutely irresistible, dragged Thornton to\nthe scene of action, and found the mob breaking the windows of the Hoop\nhotel, the head-quarters of the successful candidates. His ardour\nwas cooled by receiving a dead cat full in the face. The man who was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nresponsible for the animal came up and apologised very civilly, assuring\nhim that there was no town and gown feeling in the matter, and that the\ncat had been meant for Mr. Adeane. \"I wish,\" replied Macaulay, \"that you\nhad meant it for me, and hit Mr. Adeane.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter no long while he removed within the walls of Trinity, and resided\nfirst in the centre rooms of Bishop's Hostel, and subsequently in the\nOld Court, between the Gate and the Chapel. The door, which once bore\nhis name, is on the ground floor, to the left hand as you face the\nstaircase. In more recent years, undergraduates who are accustomed to\nbe out after lawful hours have claimed a right of way through the window\nwhich looks towards the town;--to the great annoyance of any occupant", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwho is too good-natured to refuse the accommodation to others, and too\nsteady to need it himself. This power of surreptitious entry had not\nbeen discovered in Macaulay's days; and, indeed, he would have cared\nvery little for the privilege of spending his time outside walls which\ncontained within them as many books as even he could read, and more\nfriends than even he could talk to. Wanting nothing beyond what his\ncollege had to give, he revelled in the possession of leisure and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nliberty, in the almost complete command of his own time, in the power of\npassing at choice from the most perfect solitude to the most agreeable\ncompany. He keenly appreciated a society which cherishes all that is\ngenuine, and is only too out-spoken in its abhorrence of pretension and\ndisplay:--a society in which a man lives with those whom he likes,\nand with those only; choosing his comrades for their own sake, and so\nindifferent to the external distinctions of wealth and position that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOf all his places of sojourn during his joyous and shining pilgrimage\nthrough the world, Trinity, and Trinity alone, had any share with his\nhome in Macaulay's affection and loyalty. To the last he regarded it as\nan ancient Greek, or a mediaeval Italian, felt towards his native city.\nAs long as he had place and standing there, he never left it willingly\nor returned to it without delight. The only step in his course about the\nwisdom of which he sometimes expressed misgiving was his preference of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na London to a Cambridge life. The only dignity that in his later days he\nwas known to covet was an honorary fellowship, which would have allowed\nhim again to look through his window upon the college grass-plots,\nand to sleep within sound of the splashing of the fountain; again to\nbreakfast on commons, and dine beneath the portraits of Newton and Bacon\non the dais of the hall; again to ramble by moonlight round Neville's\ncloister, discoursing the picturesque but somewhat exoteric philosophy", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich it pleased him to call by the name of metaphysics. From the door\nof his rooms, along the wall of the Chapel, there runs a flagged pathway\nwhich affords an acceptable relief from the rugged pebbles that surround\nit. Here as a Bachelor of Arts he would walk, book in hand, morning\nafter morning throughout the long vacation, reading with the same\neagerness and the same rapidity whether the volume was the most abstruse\nof treatises, the loftiest of poems, or the flimsiest of novels. That", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas the spot where in his failing years he specially loved to renew\nthe feelings of the past; and some there are who can never revisit it\nwithout the fancy that there, if anywhere, his dear shade must linger.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was fortunate in his contemporaries. Among his intimate friends were\nthe two Coleridges--Derwent, the son, and Henry Nelson, who was destined\nto be the son-in-law of the poet; and how exceptional that destiny was\nthe readers of Sara Coleridge's letters are now aware. Hyde Villiers,\nwhom an untimely death alone prevented from taking an equal place in\na trio of distinguished brothers, was of his year, though not of his\ncollege. [Lord Clarendon, and his brothers, were all Johnians.] In the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyear below were the young men who now bear the titles of Lord Grey, Lord\nBelper, and Lord Romilly; [This paragraph was written in the summer of\n1874. Three of Macaulay's old college friends, Lord Romilly, Moultrie,\nand Charles Austin, died, in the hard winter that followed, within a few\ndays of each other.] and after the same interval came Moultrie, who in\nhis \"Dream of Life,\" with a fidelity which he himself pronounced to have\nbeen obtained at some sacrifice of grace, has told us how the heroes of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhis time looked and lived, and Charles Villiers, who still delights our\ngeneration by showing us how they talked. Then there was Praed, fresh\nfrom editing the Etonian, as a product of collective boyish effort\nunique in its literary excellence and variety; and Sidney Walker,\nPraed's gifted school fellow, whose promise was blighted by premature\ndecay of powers; and Charles Austin, whose fame would now be more in\nproportion to his extraordinary abilities, had not his unparalleled", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWith his vigour and fervour, his depth of knowledge and breadth\nof humour, his close reasoning illustrated by an expansive\nimagination,--set off, as these gifts were, by the advantage, at that\nperiod of life so irresistible, of some experience of the world at home\nand abroad,--Austin was indeed a king among his fellows.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Grave, sedate,\n And (if the looks may indicate the age,)\n Our senior some few years; no keener wit,\n No intellect more subtle, none more bold,\n Was found in all our host.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo writes Moultrie, and the testimony of his verse is borne out by\nJohn Stuart Mill's prose. \"The impression he gave was that of boundless\nstrength, together with talents which, combined with such apparent\nforce of will and character, seemed capable of dominating the world.\"\nHe certainly was the only man who ever succeeded in dominating Macaulay.\nBrimming over with ideas that were soon to be known by the name of\nUtilitarian, a panegyrist of American institutions, and an unsparing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nassailant of ecclesiastical endowments and hereditary privileges, he\neffectually cured the young undergraduate of his Tory opinions, which\nwere never more than skin deep, and brought him nearer to Radicalism\nthan he ever was before or since. The report of this conversion, of\nwhich the most was made by ill-natured tale-bearers who met with more\nencouragement than they deserved, created some consternation in the\nfamily circle; while the reading set at Cambridge was duly scandalised", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nat the influence which one, whose classical attainments were rather\ndiscursive than exact, had gained over a Craven scholar. To this hour\nmen may be found in remote parsonages who mildly resent the fascination\nwhich Austin of Jesus exercised over Macaulay of Trinity. [It was at\nthis period of his career that Macaulay said to the late Mr. Hampden\nGurney: \"Gurney, I have been a Tory, I am a Radical; _but I never will\nbe a Whig_.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe day and the night together were too short for one who was entering\non the journey of life amidst such a band of travellers. So long as a\ndoor was open, or a light burning, in any of the courts, Macaulay was\nalways in the mood for conversation and companionship. Unfailing in his\nattendance at lecture and chapel, blameless with regard to college laws\nand college discipline, it was well for his virtue that no curfew was in\nforce within the precincts of Trinity. He never tired of recalling the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndays when he supped at midnight on milk-punch and roast turkey, drank\ntea in floods at an hour when older men are intent upon anything rather\nthan on the means of keeping themselves awake, and made little of\nsitting over the fire till the bell rang for morning chapel in order\nto see a friend off by the early coach. In the license of the summer\nvacation, after some prolonged and festive gathering, the whole party\nwould pour out into the moonlight, and ramble for mile after mile", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthrough the country, till the noise of their wide-flowing talk mingled\nwith the twittering of the birds in the hedges which bordered the Coton\npathway or the Madingley road. On such occasions it must have been well\nworth the loss of sleep to hear Macaulay plying Austin with sarcasms\nupon the doctrine of the Greatest Happiness, which then had still some\ngloss of novelty; putting into an ever-fresh shape the time-honoured\njokes against the Johnians for the benefit of the Villierses; and urging", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan interminable debate on Wordsworth's merits as a poet, in which\nthe Coleridges, as in duty bound, were ever ready to engage. In this\nparticular field he acquired a skill of fence which rendered him the\nmost redoubtable of antagonists. Many years afterwards, at the time when\nthe Prelude was fresh from the press, he was maintaining against the\nopinion of a large and mixed society that the poem was unreadable. At\nlast, overborne by the united indignation of so many of Wordsworth's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nadmirers, he agreed that the question should be referred to the test\nof personal experience; and on inquiry it was discovered that the only\nindividual present who had got through the Prelude was Macaulay himself.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is not only that the witnesses of these scenes unanimously declare\nthat they have never since heard such conversation in the most renowned\nof social circles. The partiality of a generous young man for trusted\nand admired companions may well colour his judgment over the space of\neven half a century. But the estimate of university contemporaries\nwas abundantly confirmed by the outer world. While on a visit to Lord\nLansdowne at Bowood, years after they had left Cambridge, Austin and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay happened to get upon college topics one morning at breakfast.\nWhen the meal was finished they drew their chairs to either end of the\nchimney-piece, and talked at each other across the hearth-rug as if\nthey were in a first-floor room in the Old Court of Trinity. The whole\ncompany, ladies, artists, politicians, and diners-out, formed a silent\ncircle round the two Cantabs, and, with a short break for lunch, never\nstirred till the bell warned them that it was time to dress for dinner.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt has all irrevocably perished. With life before them, and each intent\non his own future, none among that troop of friends had the mind to play\nBoswell to the others. One repartee survives, thrown off in the heat\nof discussion, but exquisitely perfect in all its parts. Acknowledged\nwithout dissent to be the best applied quotation that ever was made\nwithin five miles of the Fitzwilliam Museum, it is unfortunately too\nstrictly classical for reproduction in these pages.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe are more easily consoled for the loss of the eloquence which then\nflowed so full and free in the debates of the Cambridge Union. In 1820\nthat Society was emerging from a period of tribulation and repression.\nThe authorities of the university, who, as old constituents of Mr. Pitt\nand warm supporters of Lord Liverpool, had never been very much\ninclined to countenance the practice of political discussion among the\nundergraduates, set their faces against it more than ever at an epoch", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhen the temper of the time increased the tendency of young men to run\ninto extremes of partisanship. At length a compromise was extorted from\nthe reluctant hands of the Vice-Chancellor, and the Club was allowed\nto take into consideration public affairs of a date anterior to the\ncentury. It required less ingenuity than the leaders of the Union had at\ntheir command to hit upon a method of dealing with the present under the\nguise of the past. Motions were framed that reflected upon the existing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGovernment under cover of a censure on the Cabinets of the previous\ngeneration. Resolutions which called upon the meeting to declare that\nthe boon of Catholic Emancipation should have been granted in the year\n1795, or that our Commercial Policy previous to 1800 should have been\nfounded on the basis of Free Trade, were clearly susceptible of great\nlatitude of treatment. And, again, in its character of a reading club,\nthe Society, when assembled for the conduct of private business, was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nat liberty to review the political creed of the journals of the day in\norder to decide which of them it should take in, and which it should\ndiscontinue. The Examiner newspaper was the flag of many a hard-fought\nbattle; the Morning Chronicle was voted in and out of the rooms\nhalf-a-dozen times within a single twelvemonth; while a series of\nimpassioned speeches on the burning question of interference in behalf\nof Greek Independence were occasioned by a proposition of Malden's \"that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt the close of the debates, which were held in a large room at the back\nof the Red Lion in Petty Cury, the most prominent members met for supper\nin the Hotel, or at Moultrie's lodgings, which were situated close at\nhand. They acted as a self-appointed Standing Committee, which watched\nover the general interests of the Union, and selected candidates whom\nthey put in nomination for its offices. The Society did not boast a\nHansard;--an omission which, as time went on, some among its orators had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nno reason to regret. Faint recollections still survive of a discussion\nupon the august topic of the character of George the Third. \"To whom\ndo we owe it,\" asked Macaulay, \"that while Europe was convulsed with\nanarchy and desolated with war, England alone remained tranquil,\nprosperous, and secure? To whom but the Good Old King? Why was it that,\nwhen neighbouring capitals were perishing in the flames, our own was\nilluminated only for triumphs? [This debate evidently made some noise in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe university world. There is an allusion to it in a squib of Praed's,\nvery finished and elegant, and beyond all doubt contemporary. The\npassage relating to Macaulay begins with the lines--\"Then the favourite\ncomes with his trumpets and drums, And his arms and his metaphors\ncrossed.\"] You may find the cause in the same three words: the Good Old\nKing.\" Praed, on the other hand, would allow his late monarch neither\npublic merits nor private virtues. \"A good man! If he had been a plain", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's intense enjoyment of all that was stirring and vivid around\nhim undoubtedly hindered him in the race for university honours; though\nhis success was sufficient to inspirit him at the time, and to give him\nabiding pleasure in the retrospect. He twice gained the Chancellor's\nmedal for English verse, with poems admirably planned, and containing\npassages of real beauty, but which may not be republished in the teeth\nof the panegyric which, within ten years after they were written, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npronounced upon Sir Roger Newdigate. Sir Roger had laid down the rule\nthat no exercise sent in for the prize which he established at Oxford\nwas to exceed fifty lines. This law, says Macaulay, seems to have more\nfoundation in reason than is generally the case with a literary canon,\n\"for the world, we believe, is pretty well agreed in thinking that the\nshorter a prize poem is, the better.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTrinity men find it difficult to understand how it was that he missed\ngetting one of the three silver goblets given for the best English\nDeclamations of the year. If there is one thing which all Macaulay's\nfriends, and all his enemies, admit, it is that he could declaim\nEnglish. His own version of the affair was that the Senior Dean, a\nrelative of the victorious candidate, sent for him and said: \"Mr.\nMacaulay, as you have not got the first cup, I do not suppose that you", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwill care for either of the others.\" He was consoled, however, by the\nprize for Latin Declamation; and in 1821 he established his classical\nrepute by winning a Craven University scholarship in company with his\nfriend Malden, and Mr. George Long, who preceded Malden as Professor of\nGreek at University College, London.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay detested the labour of manufacturing Greek and Latin verse in\ncold blood as an exercise; and his Hexameters were never up to the best\nEtonian mark, nor his Iambics to the highest standard of Shrewsbury. He\ndefined a scholar as one who reads Plato with his feet on the fender.\nWhen already well on in his third year he writes: \"I never practised\ncomposition a single hour since I have been at Cambridge.\" \"Soak your\nmind with Cicero,\" was his constant advice to students at that time of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlife when writing Latin prose is the most lucrative of accomplishments.\nThe advantage of this precept was proved in the Fellowship examination\nof the year 1824, when he obtained the honour which in his eyes was the\nmost desirable that Cambridge had to give. The delight of the young man\nat finding himself one of the sixty masters of an ancient and splendid\nestablishment; the pride with which he signed his first order for the\ncollege plate, and dined for the first time at the high table in his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nown right; the reflection that these privileges were the fruit, not\nof favour or inheritance, but of personal industry and ability,--were\nmatters on which he loved to dwell long after the world had loaded\nhim with its most envied prizes. Macaulay's feeling on this point is\nillustrated by the curious reverence which he cherished for those\njunior members of the college who, some ninety years ago, by a spirited\nremonstrance addressed to the governing body, brought about a reform in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Trinity Fellowship examination that secured to it the character for\nfair play, and efficiency, which it has ever since enjoyed. In his copy\nof the Cambridge Calendar for the year 1859, (the last of his life,)\nthroughout the list of the old mathematical Triposes the words \"one of\nthe eight\" appear in his hand-writing opposite the name of each of these\ngentlemen. And I can never remember the time when it was not diligently\nimpressed upon me that, if I minded my syntax, I might eventually hope", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto reach a position which would give me three hundred pounds a year, a\nstable for my horse, six dozen of audit ale every Christmas, a loaf and\ntwo pats of butter every morning, and a good dinner for nothing, with as\nmany almonds and raisins as I could eat at dessert.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay was not chosen a Fellow until his last trial, nominally for\nthe amazing reason that his translations from Greek and Latin, while\nfaithfully representing the originals, were rendered into English that\nwas ungracefully bald and inornate. The real cause was, beyond all\ndoubt, his utter neglect of the special study of the place; a liberty\nwhich Cambridge seldom allows to be taken with impunity even by her most\nfavoured sons. He used to profess deep and lasting regret for his early", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrepugnance to scientific subjects; but the fervour of his penitence in\nafter years was far surpassed by the heartiness with which he inveighed\nagainst mathematics as long as it was his business to learn them.\nEveryone who knows the Senate House may anticipate the result. When the\nTripos of 1822 made its appearance, his name did not grace the list. In\nshort, to use the expressive vocabulary of the university, Macaulay was\ngulfed--a mishap which disabled him from contending for the Chancellor's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmedals, then the crowning trophies of a classical career. \"I well\nremember,\" says Lady Trevelyan, \"that first trial of my life. We were\nspending the winter at Brighton when a letter came giving an account of\nthe event. I recollect my mother taking me into her room to tell me, for\neven then it was known how my whole heart was wrapped up in him, and\nit was thought necessary to break the news. When your uncle arrived at\nBrighton, I can recall my mother telling him that he had better go at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring the same year he engaged in a less arduous competition. A certain\nMr. Greaves of Fulbourn had long since provided a reward of ten pounds\nfor \"the Junior Bachelor of Trinity College who wrote the best essay on\nthe Conduct and Character of William the Third.\" As the prize is annual,\nit is appalling to reflect upon the searching analysis to which the\nmotives of that monarch must by this time have been subjected. The\nevent, however, may be counted as an encouragement to the founders", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof endowments; for, amidst the succession of juvenile critics whose\nattention was by his munificence turned in the direction of his\nfavourite hero, Mr. Greaves had at last fallen in with the right man. It\nis more than probable that to this old Cambridgeshire Whig was due the\nfirst idea of that History in whose pages William of Orange stands as\nthe central figure. The essay is still in existence, in a close\nneat hand, which twenty years of Reviewing never rendered illegible.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOriginally written as a fair copy, but so disfigured by repeated\ncorrections and additions as to be unfit for the eyes of the college\nauthorities, it bears evident marks of having been held to the flames,\nand rescued on second, and in this case it will be allowed, on better\nthoughts. The exercise, (which is headed by the very appropriate motto,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nis just such as will very likely be produced in the course of next\nEaster term by some young man of judgment and spirit, who knows\nhis Macaulay by heart, and will paraphrase him without scruple. The\ncharacters of James, of Shaftesbury, of William himself; the Popish\nplot; the struggle over the Exclusion bill; the reaction from Puritanic\nrigour into the license of the Restoration, are drawn on the same lines\nand painted in the same colours as those with which the world is now", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfamiliar. The style only wants condensation, and a little of the humour\nwhich he had not yet learned to transfer from his conversation to his\nwritings, in order to be worthy of his mature powers. He thus describes\nWilliam's lifelong enemy and rival, whose name he already spells after\nhis own fashion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Lewis was not a great general. He was not a great legislator. But he\nwas, in one sense of the words, a great king. He was a perfect master of\nall the mysteries of the science of royalty,--of all the arts which at\nonce extend power and conciliate popularity,--which most advantageously\ndisplay the merits, or most dexterously conceal the deficiencies, of a\nsovereign. He was surrounded by great men, by victorious commanders,\nby sagacious statesmen. Yet, while he availed himself to the utmost of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntheir services, he never incurred any danger from their rivalry. His was\na talisman which extorted the obedience of the proudest and mightiest\nspirits. The haughty and turbulent warriors whose contests had agitated\nFrance during his minority yielded to the irresistible spell, and,\nlike the gigantic slaves of the ring and lamp of Aladdin, laboured to\ndecorate and aggrandise a master whom they could have crushed. With\nincomparable address he appropriated to himself the glory of campaigns", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich had been planned, and counsels which had been suggested, by\nothers. The arms of Turenne were the terror of Europe. The policy of\nColbert was the strength of France. But in their foreign successes, and\ntheir internal prosperity, the people saw only the greatness and wisdom\nof Lewis.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the second chapter of the History much of this is compressed into the\nsentence: \"He had shown, in an eminent degree, two talents invaluable to\na prince,--the talent of choosing his servants well, and the talent of\nappropriating to himself the chief part of the credit of their acts.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn a passage that occurs towards the close of the essay may be traced\nsomething more than an outline of the peroration in which, a quarter\nof a century later on, he summed up the character and results of the\nRevolution of 1688.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"To have been a sovereign, yet the champion of liberty; a revolutionary\nleader, yet the supporter of social order, is the peculiar glory of\nWilliam. He knew where to pause. He outraged no national prejudice. He\nabolished no ancient form. He altered no venerable name. He saw that the\nexisting institutions possessed the greatest capabilities of excellence,\nand that stronger sanctions, and clearer definitions, were alone\nrequired to make the practice of the British constitution as admirable", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas the theory. Thus he imparted to innovation the dignity and\nstability of antiquity. He transferred to a happier order of things the\nassociations which had attached the people to their former government.\nAs the Roman warrior, before he assaulted Veii, invoked its guardian\ngods to leave its walls, and to accept the worship and patronise the\ncause of the besiegers, this great prince, in attacking a system of\noppression, summoned to his aid the venerable principles and deeply", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA letter, written during the latter years of his life, expresses\nMacaulay's general views on the subject of University honours. \"If a man\nbrings away from Cambridge self-knowledge, accuracy of mind, and habits\nof strong intellectual exertion, he has gained more than if he had made\na display of showy superficial Etonian scholarship, got three or four\nBrowne's medals, and gone forth into the world a schoolboy and doomed to\nbe a schoolboy to the last. After all, what a man does at Cambridge is,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin itself, nothing. If he makes a poor figure in life, his having\nbeen Senior Wrangler or University scholar is never mentioned but with\nderision. If he makes a distinguished figure, his early honours merge in\nthose of a later date. I hope that I do not overrate my own place in the\nestimation of society. Such as it is, I would not give a halfpenny to\nadd to the consideration which I enjoy, all the consideration that I\nshould derive from having been Senior Wrangler. But I often regret, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neven acutely, my want of a Senior Wrangler's knowledge of physics and\nmathematics; and I regret still more some habits of mind which a Senior\nWrangler is pretty certain to possess.\" Like all men who know what the\nworld is, he regarded the triumph of a college career as of less value\nthan its disappointments. Those are most to be envied who soonest learn\nto expect nothing for which they have not worked hard, and who never\nacquire the habit, (a habit which an unbroken course of University", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mother,--King, I am absolutely certain, would take no more\npupils on any account. And, even if he would, he has numerous applicants\nwith prior claims. He has already six, who occupy him six hours in the\nday, and is likewise lecturer to the college. It would, however, be\nvery easy to obtain an excellent tutor. Lefevre and Malkin are men\nof first-rate mathematical abilities, and both of our college. I can\nscarcely bear to write on Mathematics or Mathematicians. Oh for words to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexpress my abomination of that science, if a name sacred to the useful\nand embellishing arts may be applied to the perception and recollection\nof certain properties in numbers and figures! Oh that I had to learn\nastrology, or demonology, or school divinity! Oh that I were to pore\nover Thomas Aquinas, and to adjust the relation of Entity with the\ntwo Predicaments, so that I were exempted from this miserable study!\n\"Discipline\" of the mind! Say rather starvation, confinement, torture,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nannihilation! But it must be. I feel myself becoming a personification\nof Algebra, a living trigonometrical canon, a walking table of\nLogarithms. All my perceptions of elegance and beauty gone, or at least\ngoing. By the end of the term my brain will be \"as dry as the remainder\nbiscuit after a voyage.\" Oh to change Cam for Isis! But such is my\ndestiny; and, since it is so, be the pursuit contemptible, below\ncontempt, or disgusting beyond abhorrence, I shall aim at no second", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nplace. But three years! I cannot endure the thought. I cannot bear\nto contemplate what I must have to undergo. Farewell then Homer and\nSophocles and Cicero.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFarewell happy fields\n Where joy for ever reigns\n Hail, horrors, hail, Infernal world!\n\nHow does it proceed? Milton's descriptions have been driven out of my\nhead by such elegant expressions as the following\n\n[Long mathematical formula]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy classics must be Woodhouse, and my amusements summing an infinite\nseries. Farewell, and tell Selina and Jane to be thankful that it is\nnot a necessary part of female education to get a headache daily without\nacquiring one practical truth or beautiful image in return. Again, and\nwith affectionate love to my Father, farewell wishes your most miserable\nand mathematical son\n\nT.B. MACAULAY.\n\nCambridge: November 9, 1818.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--Your letter, which I read with the greatest pleasure,\nis perfectly safe from all persons who could make a bad use of it. The\nEmperor Alexander's plans as detailed in the conversation between him\nand Clarkson [Thomas Clarkson, the famous assailant of slavery.]\nare almost superhuman; and tower as much above the common hopes and\naspirations of philanthropists as the statue which his Macedonian\nnamesake proposed to hew out of Mount Athos excelled the most colossal", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nworks of meaner projectors. As Burke said of Henry the Fourth's\nwish that every peasant in France might have the chicken in his pot\ncomfortably on a Sunday, we may say of these mighty plans, \"The mere\nwish, the unfulfilled desire, exceeded all that we hear of the splendid\nprofessions and exploits of princes.\" Yet my satisfaction in the success\nof that noble cause in which the Emperor seems to be exerting himself\nwith so much zeal is scarcely so great as my regret for the man who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwould have traced every step of its progress with anxiety, and hailed\nits success with the most ardent delight. Poor Sir Samuel Romilly!\nQuando ullum invenient parem? How long may a penal code at once too\nsanguinary and too lenient, half written in blood like Draco's, and\nhalf undefined and loose as the common law of a tribe of savages, be the\ncurse and disgrace of the country? How many years may elapse before a\nman who knows like him all that law can teach, and possesses at the same", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntime like him a liberality and a discernment of general rights which\nthe technicalities of professional learning rather tend to blunt, shall\nagain rise to ornament and reform our jurisprudence? For such a man, if\nhe had fallen in the maturity of years and honours, and been borne from\nthe bed of sickness to a grave by the side of his prototype Hale amidst\nthe tears of nobles and senators, even then, I think, the public sorrow\nwould have been extreme. But that the last moments of an existence of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhigh thoughts and great virtues should have been passed as his were\npassed! In my feelings the scene at Claremont [The death of Princess\nCharlotte.] this time last year was mere dust in the balance in\ncomparison.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--I have not of course had time to examine with attention\nall your criticisms on Pompeii. [The subject of the English poem for the\nChancellor's prize of 1819 was the Destruction of Pompeii.] I certainly\nam much obliged to you for withdrawing so much time from more important\nbusiness to correct my effusions. Most of the remarks which I have\nexamined are perfectly just; but as to the more momentous charge, the\nwant of a moral, I think it might be a sufficient defence that, if a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsubject is given which admits of none, the man who writes without a\nmoral is scarcely censurable. But is it the real fact that no literary\nemployment is estimable or laudable which does not lead to the spread\nof moral truth or the excitement of virtuous feeling? Books of amusement\ntend to polish the mind, to improve the style, to give variety to\nconversation, and to lend a grace to more important accomplishments. He\nwho can effect this has surely done something. Is no useful end served", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby that writer whose works have soothed weeks of languor and sickness,\nhave relieved the mind exhausted from the pressure of employment by an\namusement which delights without enervating, which relaxes the tension\nof the powers without rendering them unfit for future exercise? I should\nnot be surprised to see these observations refuted; and I shall not be\nsorry if they are so. I feel personally little interest in the question.\nIf my life be a life of literature, it shall certainly be one of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt all events let us be consistent. I was amused in turning over an old\nvolume of the Christian Observer to find a gentleman signing himself\nExcubitor, (one of our antagonists in the question of novel-reading,)\nafter a very pious argument on the hostility of novels to a religious\nframe of mind, proceeding to observe that he was shocked to hear a\nyoung lady who had displayed extraordinary knowledge of modern ephemeral\nliterature own herself ignorant of Dryden's fables! Consistency with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na vengeance! The reading of modern poetry and novels excites a worldly\ndisposition and prevents ladies from reading Dryden's fables! There is a\ngeneral disposition among the more literary part of the religious world\nto cry down the elegant literature of our own times, while they are\nnot in the slightest degree shocked at atrocious profaneness or gross\nindelicacy when a hundred years have stamped them with the title\nof classical. I say: \"If you read Dryden you can have no reasonable", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nobjection to reading Scott.\" The strict antagonist of ephemeral reading\nexclaims, \"Not so. Scott's poems are very pernicious. They call away the\nmind from spiritual religion, and from Tancred and Sigismunda.\" But I\nam exceeding all ordinary limits. If these hasty remarks fatigue you,\nimpute it to my desire of justifying myself from a charge which I should\nbe sorry to incur with justice. Love to all at home.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAffectionately yours,\n\nT. B. M.\n\nWith or without a moral, the poem carried the day. The subject for the\nnext year was Waterloo. The opening lines of Macaulay's exercise\nwere pretty and simple enough to ruin his chance in an academical\ncompetition.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt was the Sabbath morn. How calm and fair\n Is the blest dawning of the day of prayer!\n Who hath not felt how fancy's mystic power\n With holier beauty decks that solemn hour;\n A softer lustre in its sunshine sees;\n And hears a softer music in its breeze?\n Who hath not dreamed that even the skylark's throat\n Hails that sweet morning with a gentler note?\n Fair morn, how gaily shone thy dawning smile\n On the green valleys of my native isle!\n How gladly many a spire's resounding height", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWith peals of transport hailed thy newborn light!\n Ah! little thought the peasant then, who blest\n The peaceful hour of consecrated rest,\n And heard the rustic Temple's arch prolong\n The simple cadence of the hallowed song,\n That the same sun illumed a gory field,\n Where wilder song and sterner music pealed;\n Where many a yell unholy rent the air,\n And many a hand was raised,--but not in prayer.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe prize fell to a man of another college, and Trinity comforted itself\nby inventing a story to the effect that the successful candidate had run\naway from the battle.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the summer of 1819 there took place a military affair, less\nattractive than Waterloo as a theme for poets, but which, as far as this\ncountry is concerned, has proved even more momentous in its ultimate\nconsequences. On the 16th of August a Reform demonstration was arranged\nat Manchester resembling those which were common in the Northern\ndistricts during the year 1866, except that in 1819 women formed an\nimportant element in the procession. A troop of yeomanry, and afterwards", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntwo squadrons of hussars, were sent in among the crowd, which was\nassembled in St. Peter's Fields, the site on which the Free Trade Hall\nnow stands. The men used their swords freely, and the horses their\nhoofs. The people, who meant anything but fighting, trampled each other\ndown in the attempt to escape. Five or six lives were lost, and fifty or\nsixty persons were badly hurt; but the painful impression wrought upon\nthe national conscience was well worth the price. British blood has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnever since been shed by British hands in any civic contest that rose\nabove the level of a lawless riot. The immediate result, however, was\nto concentrate and embitter party feeling. The grand jury threw out\nthe bills against the yeomen, and found true bills against the popular\norators who had called the meeting together. The Common Councilmen of\nthe City of London, who had presented an Address to the Prince Regent\nreflecting upon the conduct of the Government, were roundly rebuked", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor their pains. Earl Fitzwilliam was dismissed from the office of Lord\nLieutenant, for taking part in a Yorkshire county gathering which had\npassed resolutions in the same sense as the Address from the City. On\nthe other hand, a Peterloo medal was struck, which is still treasured\nin such Manchester families as have not learned to be ashamed of the old\nManchester politics.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn this heated state of the political atmosphere the expiring Toryism\nof the Anti-Slavery leaders flamed up once again. \"I declare,\" said\nWilberforce, \"my greatest cause of difference with the democrats is\ntheir laying, and causing people to lay, so great a stress on the\nconcerns of this world as to occupy their whole minds and hearts, and\nto leave a few scanty and lukewarm thoughts for the heavenly treasure.\"\nZachary Macaulay, who never canted, and who knew that on the 16th of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAugust the Manchester Magistrates were thinking just as much or as\nlittle about religion as the Manchester populace, none the less took\nthe same side as Wilberforce. Having formed for himself, by observations\nmade on the spot, a decided opinion that the authorities ought to be\nsupported, he was much disturbed by reports which came to him from\nCambridge.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--My mother's letter, which has just arrived, has given\nme much concern. The letter which has, I am sorry to learn, given you\nand her uneasiness was written rapidly and thoughtlessly enough, but can\nscarcely, I think, as far as I remember its tenour, justify some of the\nextraordinary inferences which it has occasioned. I can only assure you\nmost solemnly that I am not initiated into any democratical societies\nhere, and that I know no people who make politics a common or frequent", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntopic of conversation, except one man who is a determined Tory. It is\ntrue that this Manchester business has roused some indignation here, as\nat other places, and drawn philippics against the powers that be from\nlips which I never heard opened before but to speak on university\ncontests or university scandal. For myself I have long made it a rule\nnever to talk on politics except in the most general manner; and I\nbelieve that my most intimate associates have no idea of my opinions", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\non the questions of party. I can scarcely be censured, I think, for\nimparting them to you;--which, however, I should scarcely have thought\nof doing, (so much is my mind occupied with other concerns,) had\nnot your letter invited me to state my sentiments on the Manchester\nbusiness.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI hope that this explanation will remove some of your uneasiness. As\nto my opinions, I have no particular desire to vindicate them. They are\nmerely speculative, and therefore cannot partake of the nature of moral\nculpability. They are early formed, and I am not solicitous that you\nshould think them superior to those of most people at eighteen. I will,\nhowever, say this in their defence. Whatever the affectionate alarm of\nmy dear mother may lead her to apprehend, I am not one of the \"sons of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nanarchy and confusion\" with whom she classes me. My opinions, good or\nbad, were learnt, not from Hunt and Waithman, but from Cicero, from\nTacitus, and from Milton. They are the opinions which have produced\nmen who have ornamented the world, and redeemed human nature from the\ndegradation of ages of superstition and slavery. I may be wrong as to\nthe facts of what occurred at Manchester; but, if they be what I have\nseen them stated, I can never repent speaking of them with indignation.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen I cease to feel the injuries of others warmly, to detest wanton\ncruelty, and to feel my soul rise against oppression, I shall think\nmyself unworthy to be your son.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI could say a great deal more. Above all I might, I think, ask, with\nsome reason, why a few democratical sentences in a letter, a private\nletter, of a collegian of eighteen, should be thought so alarming an\nindication of character, when Brougham and other people, who at an age\nwhich ought to have sobered them talk with much more violence, are\nnot thought particularly ill of? But I have so little room left that I\nabstain, and will only add thus much. Were my opinions as decisive as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthey are fluctuating, and were the elevation of a Cromwell or the renown\nof a Hampden the certain reward of my standing forth in the democratic\ncause, I would rather have my lips sealed on the subject than give my\nmother or you one hour of uneasiness. There are not so many people in\nthe world who love me that I can afford to pain them for any object of\nambition which it contains. If this assurance be not sufficient, clothe\nit in what language you please, and believe me to express myself in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--Nothing that gives you disquietude can give me\namusement. Otherwise I should have been excessively diverted by the\ndialogue which you have reported with so much vivacity; the accusation;\nthe predictions; and the elegant agnomen of \"the novel-reader\" for which\nI am indebted to this incognito. I went in some amazement to Malden,\nRomilly, and Barlow. Their acquaintance comprehends, I will venture to\nsay, almost every man worth knowing in the university in every field of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstudy. They had never heard the appellation applied to me by any man.\nTheir intimacy with me would of course prevent any person from speaking\nto them on the subject in an insulting manner; for it is not usual here,\nwhatever your unknown informant may do, for a gentleman who does not\nwish to be kicked downstairs to reply to a man who mentions another as\nhis particular friend, \"Do you mean the blackguard or the novel-reader?\"\nBut I am fully convinced that had the charge prevailed to any extent it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmust have reached the ears of one of those whom I interrogated. At all\nevents I have the consolation of not being thought a novel-reader by\nthree or four who are entitled to judge upon the subject, and whether\ntheir opinion be of equal value with that of this John-a-Nokes against\nwhom I have to plead I leave you to decide.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut stronger evidence, it seems, is behind. This gentleman was in\ncompany with me. Alas that I should never have found out how accurate\nan observer was measuring my sentiments, numbering the novels which I\ncriticised, and speculating on the probability of my being plucked. \"I\nwas familiar with all the novels whose names he had ever heard.\" If so\nfrightful an accusation did not stun me at once, I might perhaps hint\nat the possibility that this was to be attributed almost as much to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe narrowness of his reading on this subject as to the extent of mine.\nThere are men here who are mere mathematical blocks; who plod on their\neight hours a day to the honours of the Senate House; who leave the\ngroves which witnessed the musings of Milton, of Bacon, and of Gray,\nwithout one liberal idea or elegant image, and carry with them into the\nworld minds contracted by unmingled attention to one part of science,\nand memories stored only with technicalities. How often have I seen", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsuch men go forth into society for people to stare at them, and ask each\nother how it comes that beings so stupid in conversation, so uninformed\non every subject of history, of letters, and of taste, could gain such\ndistinction at Cambridge!", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is in such circles, which, I am happy to say, I hardly know but by\nreport, that knowledge of modern literature is called novel-reading; a\ncommodious name, invented by ignorance and applied by envy, in the same\nmanner as men without learning call a scholar a pedant, and men without\nprinciple call a Christian a Methodist. To me the attacks of such men\nare valuable as compliments. The man whose friend tells him that he is\nknown to be extensively acquainted with elegant literature may suspect", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat he is flattering him; but he may feel real and secure satisfaction\nwhen some Johnian sneers at him for a novel-reader. [My uncle was fond\nof telling us how he would walk miles out of Cambridge in order to meet\nthe coach which brought the last new Waverley novel.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to the question whether or not I am wasting time, I shall leave that\nfor time to answer. I cannot afford to sacrifice a day every week in\ndefence and explanation as to my habits of reading. I value, most deeply\nvalue, that solicitude which arises from your affection for me; but\nlet it not debar me from justice and candour. Believe me ever, my dear\nFather,\n\nYour most affectionate son,\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe father and son were in sympathy upon what, at this distance of time,\nappears as the least inviting article of the Whig creed. They were both\npartisans of the Queen. Zachary Macaulay was inclined in her favour by\nsentiments alike of friendship, and of the most pardonable resentment.\nBrougham, her illustrious advocate, had for ten years been the main hope\nand stay of the movement against Slavery and the Slave Trade; while the\nJohn Bull, whose special mission it was to write her down, honoured the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAbolitionist party with its declared animosity. However full its columns\nmight be of libels upon the honour of the wives and daughters of Whig\nstatesmen, it could always find room for calumnies against Mr. Macaulay\nwhich in ingenuity of fabrication, and in cruelty of intention,\nwere conspicuous even among the contents of the most discreditable\npublication that ever issued from the London press. When Queen Caroline\nlanded from the Continent in June 1820 the young Trinity undergraduate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreeted her Majesty with a complimentary ode, which certainly little\nresembled those effusions that, in the old courtly days, an University\nwas accustomed to lay at the feet of its Sovereign. The piece has no\nliterary value, and is curious only as reflecting the passion of the\nhour. The first and last stanzas run as follows:--", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLet mirth on every visage shine\n And glow in every soul.\n Bring forth, bring forth, the oldest wine,\n And crown the largest bowl.\n Bear to her home, while banners fly\n From each resounding steeple,\n And rockets sparkle in the sky,\n The Daughter of the People.\n E'en here, for one triumphant day,\n Let want and woe be dumb,\n And bonfires blaze, and schoolboys play.\n Thank Heaven, our Queen is come.\n\n * * * *", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThough tyrant hatred still denies\n Each right that fits thy station,\n To thee a people's love supplies\n A nobler coronation;\n A coronation all unknown\n To Europe's royal vermin;\n For England's heart shall be thy throne,\n And purity thine ermine;\n Thy Proclamation our applause,\n Applause denied to some;\n Thy crown our love; thy shield our laws.\n Thank Heaven, our Queen is come!", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEarly in November, warned by growing excitement outside the House of\nLords, and by dwindling majorities within, Lord Liverpool announced\nthat the King's Ministers had come to the determination not to proceed\nfurther with the Bill of Pains and Penalties. The joy which this\ndeclaration spread through the country has been described as \"beyond the\nscope of record.\"\n\nCambridge: November 13, 1820.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--All here is ecstasy. \"Thank God, the country is saved,\"\nwere my first words when I caught a glimpse of the papers of Friday\nnight. \"Thank God, the country is saved,\" is written on every face and\nechoed by every voice. Even the symptoms of popular violence, three days\nago so terrific, are now displayed with good humour and received with\ncheerfulness. Instead of curses on the Lords, on every post and every\nwall is written, \"All is as it should be;\" \"Justice done at last;\" and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsimilar mottoes expressive of the sudden turn of public feeling. How the\ncase may stand in London I do not know; but here the public danger,\nlike all dangers which depend merely on human opinions and feelings,\nhas disappeared from our sight almost in the twinkling of an eye. I hope\nthat the result of these changes may be the secure reestablishment\nof our commerce, which I suppose political apprehension must have\ncontributed to depress. I hope, at least, that there is no danger to our", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nown fortunes of the kind at which you seem to hint. Be assured however,\nmy dear Father, that, be our circumstances what they may, I feel firmly\nprepared to encounter the worst with fortitude, and to do my utmost to\nretrieve it by exertion. The best inheritance you have already secured\nto me,--an unblemished name and a good education. And for the\nrest, whatever calamities befall us, I would not, to speak without\naffectation, exchange adversity consoled, as with us it must ever be,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby mutual affection and domestic happiness, for anything which can be\npossessed by those who are destitute of the kindness of parents and\nsisters like mine. But I think, on referring to your letter, that I\ninsist too much upon the signification of a few words. I hope so, and\ntrust that everything will go well. But it is chapel time, and I must\nconclude.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mother,--I entreat you to entertain no apprehensions about my\nhealth. My fever, cough, and sore-throat have all disappeared for the\nlast four days. Many thanks for your intelligence about poor dear John's\nrecovery, which has much exhilarated me. Yet I do not know whether\nillness to him is not rather a prerogative than an evil. I am sure that\nit is well worth while being sick to be nursed by a mother. There is\nnothing which I remember with such pleasure as the time when you nursed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nme at Aspenden. The other night, when I lay on my sofa very ill and\nhypochondriac, I was thinking over that time. How sick, and sleepless,\nand weak I was, lying in bed, when I was told that you were come! How\nwell I remember with what an ecstasy of joy I saw that face approaching\nme, in the middle of people that did not care if I died that night\nexcept for the trouble of burying me! The sound of your voice, the touch\nof your hand, are present to me now, and will be, I trust in God, to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmy last hour. The very thought of these things invigorated me the other\nday; and I almost blessed the sickness and low spirits which brought\nbefore me associated images of a tenderness and an affection, which,\nhowever imperfectly repaid, are deeply remembered. Such scenes and such\nrecollections are the bright half of human nature and human destiny. All\nobjects of ambition, all rewards of talent, sink into nothing\ncompared with that affection which is independent of good or adverse", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncircumstances, excepting that it is never so ardent, so delicate, or so\ntender as in the hour of languor or distress. But I must stop. I had no\nintention of pouring out on paper what I am much more used to think than\nto express. Farewell, my dear Mother.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours affectionately,\n\nT.B. MACAULAY.\n\nMacaulay liked Cambridge too well to spend the long vacation elsewhere\nexcept under strong compulsion; but in 1821, with the terrors of the\nMathematical Tripos already close at hand, he was persuaded into joining\na reading party in Wales with a Mr. Bird as tutor. Eardley Childers, the\nfather of the statesman of that name, has preserved a pleasant little\nmemorial of the expedition.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Charles Smith Bird, Eardley Childers, Thos. B. Macaulay, William\nClayton Walters, Geo. B. Paley, Robert Jarratt, Thos. Jarratt, Edwin\nKempson, Ebenezer Ware, Wm. Cornwall, John Greenwood, J. Lloyd, and Jno.\nWm. Gleadall, Esquires.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGentlemen,--We the undersigned, for ourselves and the inhabitants in\ngeneral of the town of Llanrwst in the county of Denbigh, consider it\nour duty to express to you the high sense we entertain of your general\ngood conduct and demeanour during your residence here, and we assure\nyou that we view with much regret the period of your separation and\ndeparture from amongst us. We are very sensible of the obligation we\nare under for your uniformly benevolent and charitable exertions", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWishing you all possible prosperity and happiness in your future\navocations, we subscribe ourselves with unfeigned respect, Gentlemen,\n\nYour most obedient servants,\n\nREV. JOHN TILTEY,\n\n&c., &c.\n\n(25 signatures.)", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn one respect Macaulay hardly deserved his share of this eulogium. A\nscheme was on foot in the town to found an auxiliary branch of the Bible\nSociety. A public meeting was called, and Mr. Bird urged his eloquent\npupil to aid the project with a specimen of Union rhetoric. Macaulay,\nhowever, had had enough of the Bible Society at Clapham, and sturdily\nrefused to come forward as its champion at Llanrwst.\n\nLlanrwst: July--, 1821.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mother,--You see I know not how to date my letter. My calendar\nin this sequestered spot is as irregular as Robinson Crusoe's after he\nhad missed one day in his calculation. I have no intelligence to send\nyou, unless a battle between a drunken attorney and an impudent publican\nwhich took place here yesterday may deserve the appellation. You may\nperhaps be more interested to hear that I sprained my foot, and am just\nrecovering from the effects of the accident by means of opodeldoc which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI bought at the tinker's. For all trades and professions here lie in a\nmost delightful confusion. The druggist sells hats; the shoemaker is the\nsole bookseller, if that dignity may be allowed him on the strength of\nthe three Welsh Bibles, and the guide to Caernarvon, which adorn his\nwindow; ink is sold by the apothecary; the grocer sells ropes, (a\ncommodity which, I fear, I shall require before my residence here is\nover,) and tooth-brushes. A clothes-brush is a luxury yet unknown to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLlanrwst. As to books, for want of any other English literature, I\nintend to learn Paradise Lost by heart at odd moments. But I must\nconclude. Write to me often, my dear Mother, and all of you at home, or\nyou may have to answer for my drowning myself, like Gray's bard, in \"Old\nConway's foaming flood,\" which is most conveniently near for so poetical\nan exit.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--I have just received your letter, and cannot but feel\nconcerned at the tone of it. I do not think it quite fair to attack me\nfor filling my letters with remarks on the King's Irish expedition. It\nhas been the great event of this part of the world. I was at Bangor\nwhen he sailed. His bows, and the Marquis of Anglesea's fete, were the\nuniversal subjects of conversation; and some remarks on the business\nwere as natural from me as accounts of the coronation from you in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLondon. In truth I have little else to say. I see nothing that connects\nme with the world except the newspapers. I get up, breakfast, read, play\nat quoits, and go to bed. This is the history of my life. It will do for\nevery day of the last fortnight.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to the King, I spoke of the business, not at all as a political,\nbut as a moral question,--as a point of correct feeling and of private\ndecency. If Lord were to issue tickets for a gala ball immediately\nafter receiving intelligence of the sudden death of his divorced wife, I\nshould say the same. I pretend to no great insight into party politics;\nbut the question whether it is proper for any man to mingle in\nfestivities while his wife's body lies unburied is one, I confess, which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI thought myself competent to decide. But I am not anxious about the\nfate of my remarks, which I have quite forgot, and which, I dare say,\nwere very foolish. To me it is of little importance whether the King's\nconduct were right or wrong; but it is of great importance that those\nwhom I love should not think me a precipitate, silly, shallow sciolist\nin politics, and suppose that every frivolous word that falls from my\npen is a dogma which I mean to advance as indisputable; and all this", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nonly because I write to them without reserve; only because I love them\nwell enough to trust them with every idea which suggests itself to me.\nIn fact, I believe that I am not more precipitate or presumptuous than\nother people, but only more open. You cannot be more fully convinced\nthan I am how contracted my means are of forming a judgment. If I chose\nto weigh every word that I uttered or wrote to you, and, whenever I\nalluded to politics, were to labour and qualify my expressions as if I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwere drawing up a state paper, my letters might be a great deal wiser,\nbut would not be such letters as I should wish to receive from those\nwhom I loved. Perfect love, we are told, casteth out fear. If I say,\nas I know I do, a thousand wild and inaccurate things, and employ\nexaggerated expressions about persons or events in writing to you or\nto my mother, it is not, I believe, that I want power to systematise my\nideas or to measure my expressions, but because I have no objection to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nletting you see my mind in dishabille. I have a court dress for days of\nceremony and people of ceremony, nevertheless. But I would not willingly\nbe frightened into wearing it with you; and I hope you do not wish me to\ndo so.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours,\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo hoax a newspaper has, time out of mind, been the special ambition of\nundergraduate wit. In the course of 1821 Macaulay sent to the Morning\nPost a burlesque copy of verses, entitled \"Tears of Sensibility.\" The\neditor fell an easy victim, but unfortunately did not fall alone.\n\n No pearl of ocean is so sweet\n As that in my Zuleika's eye.\n No earthly jewel can compete\n With tears of sensibility.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLike light phosphoric on the billow,\n Or hermit ray of evening sky,\n Like ripplings round a weeping willow\n Are tears of sensibility.\n\n Like drops of Iris- fountains\n By which Endymion loved to lie,\n Like dew-gems on untrodden mountains\n Are tears of sensibility.\n\n While Zephyr broods o'er moonlight rill\n The flowerets droop as if to die,\n And from their chaliced cup distil\n The tears of sensibility.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe heart obdurate never felt\n One link of Nature's magic tie\n If ne'er it knew the bliss to melt\n In tears of sensibility.\n\n The generous and the gentle heart\n Is like that balmy Indian tree\n Which scatters from the wounded part\n The tears of sensibility.\n\n Then oh! ye Fair, if Pity's ray\n E'er taught your snowy breasts to sigh,\n Shed o'er my contemplative lay\n The tears of sensibility.\n\nNovember 2, 1821.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mother,--I possess some of the irritability of a poet, and\nit has been a good deal awakened by your criticisms. I could not have\nimagined that it would have been necessary for me to have said that the\nexecrable trash entitled \"Tears of Sensibility\" was merely a burlesque\non the style of the magazine verses of the day. I could not suppose that\nyou could have suspected me of _seriously_ composing such a farrago\nof false metaphor and unmeaning epithet. It was meant solely for a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncaricature on the style of the poetasters of newspapers and journals;\nand, (though I say it who should not say it,) has excited more attention\nand received more praise at Cambridge than it deserved. If you have\nit, read it over again, and do me the justice to believe that such a\ncompound of jargon, nonsense, false images, and exaggerated sentiment,\nis not the product of my serious labours. I sent it to the Morning\nPost, because that paper is the ordinary receptacle of trash of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndescription which I intended to ridicule, and its admission therefore\npointed the jest. I see, however, that for the future I must mark more\ndistinctly when I intend to be ironical.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--I have been engaged to take two pupils for nine months\nof the next year. They are brothers, whose father, a Mr. Stoddart,\nresides at Cambridge. I am to give them an hour a day, each; and am to\nreceive a hundred guineas. It gives me great pleasure to be able even in\nthis degree to relieve you from the burden of my expenses here. I begin\nmy tutorial labours to-morrow. My pupils are young, one being fifteen\nand the other thirteen years old, but I hear excellent accounts of their", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nT. B. M.\n\nA few days later on he writes \"I do not dislike teaching whether it is\nthat I am more patient than I had imagined, or that I have not yet had\ntime to grow tired of my new vocation. I find, also, what at first sight\nmay appear paradoxical, that I read much more in consequence, and that\nthe regularity of habits necessarily produced by a periodical employment\nwhich cannot be procrastinated fully compensates for the loss of the\ntime which is consumed in tuition.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTrinity College, Cambridge: October 1, 1824.\n\nMy dear Father,--I was elected Fellow this morning, shall be sworn in\nto-morrow, and hope to leave Cambridge on Tuesday for Rothley Temple.\nThe examiners speak highly of the manner in which I acquitted myself,\nand I have reason to believe that I stood first of the candidates.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI need not say how much I am delighted by my success, and how much\nI enjoy the thought of the pleasure which it will afford to you, my\nmother, and our other friends. Till I become a Master of Arts next July\nthe pecuniary emolument which I shall derive will not be great. For\nseven years from that time it will make me almost an independent man.\n\nMalden is elected. You will take little interest in the rest of our\nCambridge successes and disappointments.\n\nYours most affectionately,\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay is called to the bar--Does not make it a serious\n profession--Speech before the Anti-Slavery Society--Knight's\n Quarterly Magazine--The Edinburgh Review and the Essay on\n Milton--Macaulay's personal appearance and mode of\n existence--His defects and virtues, likings and antipathies--\n Croker Sadler--Zachary Macaulay's circumstances--\n Description of the family habits of life in Great Ormond\n Street--Macaulay's sisters--Hannah Macaulay--the Judicious", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPoet--Macaulay's humour in conversation--His articles in the\n Review--His attacks on the Utilitarians and on Southey--\n Blackwood's Magazine--Macaulay is made Commissioner of\n Bankruptcy--Enters Parliament--Letters from Circuit and\n Edinburgh.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMACAULAY was called to the bar in 1826, and joined the Northern circuit.\nOn the evening that he first appeared at mess, when the company were\nretiring for the night, he was observed to be carefully picking out the\nlongest candle. An old King's Counsel, who noticed that he had a volume\nunder his arm, remonstrated with him on the danger of reading in bed,\nupon which he rejoined with immense rapidity of utterance \"I always read\nin bed at home; and, if I am not afraid of committing parricide, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmatricide, and fratricide, I can hardly be expected to pay any special\nregard to the lives of the bagmen of Leeds.\" And, so saying, he left\nhis hearers staring at one another, and marched off to his room, little\nknowing that, before many years were out, he would have occasion to\nspeak much more respectfully of the Leeds bagmen.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nUnder its social aspect Macaulay heartily enjoyed his legal career.\nHe made an admirable literary use of the Saturnalia which the Northern\ncircuit calls by the name of \"Grand Night,\" when personalities of the\nmost pronounced description are welcomed by all except the object\nof them, and forgiven even by him. His hand may be recognised in a\nmacaronic poem, written in Greek and English, describing the feast at\nwhich Alexander murdered Clitus. The death of the victim is treated with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan exuberance of fantastic drollery, and a song, put into the mouth of\nNearchus, the admiral of the Macedonian fleet, and beginning with the\nlines", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"When as first I did come back from ploughing the salt water\n They paid me off at Salamis, three minae and a quarter,--\"\n\nis highly Aristophanic in every sense of the word.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe did not seriously look to the bar as a profession. No persuasion\nwould induce him to return to his chambers in the evening, according to\nthe practice then in vogue. After the first year or two of the period\nduring which he called himself a barrister he gave up even the pretence\nof reading law, and spent many more hours under the gallery of the House\nof Commons, than in all the Courts together. The person who knew him\nbest said of him: \"Throughout life he never really applied himself to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nany pursuit that was against the grain.\" Nothing is more characteristic\nof the man than the contrast between his unconquerable aversion to the\nscience of jurisprudence at the time when he was ostensibly preparing\nhimself to be an advocate, and the zest with which, on his voyage to\nIndia, he mastered that science in principle and detail as soon as\nhis imagination was fired by the prospect of the responsibilities of a\nlaw-giver.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe got no business worth mention, either in London or on circuit.\nZachary Macaulay, who was not a man of the world, did what he could to\nmake interest with the attorneys, and, as a last resource, proposed\nto his son to take a brief in a suit which he himself had instituted\nagainst the journal that had so grossly libelled him. \"I am rather\nglad,\" writes Macaulay from York in March 1827, \"that I was not in\nLondon, if your advisers thought it right that I should have appeared as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyour counsel. Whether it be contrary to professional etiquette I do not\nknow; but I am sure that it would be shocking to public feeling, and\nparticularly imprudent against adversaries whose main strength lies in\ndetecting and exposing indecorum or eccentricity. It would have been\ndifficult to avoid a quarrel with Sugden, with Wetherell, and with old\nLord Eldon himself. Then the John Bull would have been upon us with\nevery advantage. The personal part of the consideration it would have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMeanwhile he was busy enough in fields better adapted than the law to\nhis talents and his temperament. He took a part in a meeting of the\nAnti-Slavery Society held at Freemasons' Tavern, on the 25th of June\n1824, with the Duke of Gloucester in the chair. The Edinburgh Review\ndescribed his speech as \"a display of eloquence so signal for rare and\nmatured excellence that the most practised orator may well admire how it\nshould have come from one who then for the first time addressed a public\nassembly.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThose who know what the annual meeting of a well-organised and\ndisciplined association is, may imagine the whirlwind of cheers which\ngreeted the declaration that the hour was at hand when \"the peasant of\nthe Antilles will no longer crawl in listless and trembling dejection\nround a plantation from whose fruits he must derive no advantage, and\na hut whose door yields him no protection; but, when his cheerful and\nvoluntary labour is performed, he will return with the firm step and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSurer promise of aptitude for political debate was afforded by the skill\nwith which the young speaker turned to account the recent trial for\nsedition, and death in prison, of Smith, the Demerara missionary; an\nevent which was fatal to Slavery in the West Indies in the same degree\nas the execution of John Brown was its deathblow in the United States.\n\"When this country has been endangered either by arbitrary power or\npopular delusion, truth has still possessed one irresistible organ, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njustice one inviolable tribunal. That organ has been an English press,\nand that tribunal an English jury. But in those wretched islands we\nsee a press more hostile to truth than any censor, and juries more\ninsensible to justice than any Star Chamber. In those islands alone\nis exemplified the full meaning of the most tremendous of the curses\ndenounced against the apostate Hebrews, 'I will curse your blessings.'\nWe can prove this assertion out of the mouth of our adversaries. We", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nremember, and God Almighty forbid that we ever should forget, how,\nat the trial of Mr. Smith, hatred regulated every proceeding, was\nsubstituted for every law, and allowed its victim no sanctuary in the\nhouse of mourning, no refuge in the very grave. Against the members of\nthat court-martial the country has pronounced its verdict. But what is\nthe line of defence taken by its advocates? It has been solemnly and\nrepeatedly declared in the House of Commons that a jury composed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof planters would have acted with far more injustice than did this\ncourt;--this court which has never found a single lawyer to stake his\nprofessional character on the legality of its proceedings. The argument\nis this. Things have doubtless been done which should not have been\ndone. The court-martial sat without a jurisdiction; it convicted without\nevidence; it condemned to a punishment not warranted by law. But we must\nmake allowances. We must judge by comparison. 'Mr Smith ought to have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbeen very thankful that it was no worse. Only think what would have been\nhis fate if he had been tried by a jury of planters!' Sir, I have always\nlived under the protection of the British laws, and therefore I\nam unable to imagine what could be worse; but, though I have small\nknowledge, I have a large faith; I by no means presume to set any limits\nto the possible injustice of a West Indian judicature. And since the\ncolonists maintain that a jury composed of their own body not only", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npossibly might, but necessarily must, have acted with more iniquity than\nthis court-martial, I certainly shall not dispute the assertion, though\nI am utterly unable to conceive the mode.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThat was probably the happiest half-hour of Zachary Macaulay's life. \"My\nfriend,\" said Wilberforce, when his turn came to speak, \"would doubtless\nwillingly bear with all the base falsehoods, all the vile calumnies, all\nthe detestable artifices which have been aimed against him, to render\nhim the martyr and victim of our cause, for the gratification he has\nthis day enjoyed in hearing one so dear to him plead such a cause in\nsuch a manner.\" Keen as his pleasure was, he took it in his own sad", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nway. From the first moment to the last, he never moved a muscle of his\ncountenance, but sat with his eyes fixed on a piece of paper, on which\nhe seemed to be writing with a pencil. While talking with his son that\nevening, he referred to what had passed only to remark that it was\nungraceful in so young a man to speak with folded arms in the presence\nof royalty.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn 1823 the leading members of the cleverest set of boys who ever were\ntogether at a public school found themselves collected once more at\nCambridge. Of the former staff of the Etonian, Praed, Moultrie, Nelson\nColeridge, and, among others, Mr. Edmond Beales, so well known to our\ngeneration as an ardent politician, were now in residence at King's or\nTrinity. Mr. Charles Knight, too enterprising a publisher to let such\na quantity of youthful talent run to waste, started a periodical, which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas largely supported by undergraduates and Bachelors of Arts, among\nwhom the veterans of the Eton press formed a brilliant, and, as he\nvainly hoped, a reliable nucleus of contributors.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nKnight's Quarterly Magazine is full of Macaulay, and of Macaulay in the\nattractive shape which a great author wears while he is still writing\nto please no one but himself. He unfortunately did not at all please his\nfather. In the first number, besides a great deal of his that is\nstill worth reading, there were printed under his adopted signature of\nTristram Merton two little poems, the nature of which may be guessed\nfrom Praed's editorial comments. \"Tristram Merton, I have a strong", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncuriosity to know who Rosamond is. But you will not tell me; and, after\nall, as far as your verses are concerned, the surname is nowise germane\nto the matter. As poor Sheridan said, it is too formal to be registered\nin love's calendar.\" And again: \"Tristram, I hope Rosamond and your Fair\nGirl of France will not pull caps; but I cannot forbear the temptation\nof introducing your Roxana and Statira to an admiring public.\" The\nverses were such as any man would willingly look back to having written", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nat two and twenty; but their appearance occasioned real misery to\nZachary Macaulay, who indeed disapproved of the whole publication\nfrom beginning to end, with the exception of an article on West Indian\nSlavery which his son had inserted with the most filial intention, but\nwhich, it must be allowed, was not quite in keeping with the general\ncharacter of the magazine.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nJuly 9, 1823.\n\nMy dear Father,--I have seen the two last letters which you have sent to\nmy mother. They have given me deep pain; but pain without remorse. I am\nconscious of no misconduct, and whatever uneasiness I may feel arises\nsolely from sympathy for your distress.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou seem to imagine that the book is edited, or principally written,\nby friends of mine. I thought that you had been aware that the work\nis conducted in London, and that my friends and myself are merely\ncontributors, and form a very small proportion of the contributors.\nThe manners of almost all of my acquaintances are so utterly alien from\ncoarseness, and their morals from libertinism, that I feel assured that\nno objection of that nature can exist to their writings. As to my own", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncontributions I can only say that the Roman Story was read to my mother\nbefore it was published, and would have been read to you if you had\nhappened to be at home. Not one syllable of censure was uttered.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Essay on the Royal Society of Literature was read to you. I made\nthe alterations which I conceived that you desired, and submitted\nthem afterwards to my mother. As to the poetry which you parallel with\nLittle's, if anything vulgar or licentious has been written by myself,\nI am willing to bear the consequences. If anything of that cast has been\nwritten by my friends, I allow that a certain degree of blame attaches\nto me for having chosen them at least indiscreetly. If, however, a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbookseller of whom we knew nothing has coupled improper productions with\nours in a work over which we had no control, I cannot plead guilty to\nanything more than misfortune; a misfortune in which some of the most\nrigidly moral and religious men of my acquaintance have participated in\nthe present instance.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am pleading at random for a book which I never saw. I am defending\nthe works of people most of whose names I never heard. I am therefore\nwriting under great disadvantages. I write also in great haste. I am\nunable even to read over what I have written.\n\nAffectionately yours\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMoved by the father's evident unhappiness, the son promised never to\nwrite again for the obnoxious periodical. The second number was so dull\nand decorous that Zachary Macaulay, who felt that, if the magazine\nwent on through successive quarters reforming its tone in the same\nproportion, it would soon be on a level of virtue with the Christian\nObserver, withdrew his objection; and the young man wrote regularly till\nthe short life of the undertaking ended in something very like a quarrel", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbetween the publisher and his contributors. It is not the province of\nbiography to dilate upon works which are already before the world; and\nthe results of Macaulay's literary labour during the years 1823 and\n1824 have been, perhaps, only too freely reproduced in the volumes which\ncontain his miscellaneous writings. It is, however, worthy of notice\nthat among his earlier efforts in literature his own decided favourite\nwas \"the Conversation between Mr. Abraham Cowley and Mr. John Milton", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntouching the great Civil War.\" But an author, who is exempt from vanity,\nis inclined to rate his own works rather according as they are free from\nfaults than as they abound in beauties; and Macaulay's readers will very\ngenerally give the preference to two fragmentary sketches of Roman and\nAthenian society which sparkle with life, and humour, and a masculine\nvigorous fancy that had not yet learned to obey the rein. Their crude\nbut genuine merit suggests a regret that he did not in after days enrich", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Edinburgh Review with a couple of articles on classical subjects,\nas a sample of that ripened scholarship which produced the Prophecy of\nCapys, and the episode relating to the Phalaris controversy in the Essay\non Sir William Temple.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--As to Knight's Magazine, I really do not think that,\nconsidering the circumstances under which it is conducted, it can be\nmuch censured. Every magazine must contain a certain quantity of mere\nballast, of no value but as it occupies space. The general tone and\nspirit of the work will stand a comparison, in a moral point of view,\nwith any periodical publication not professedly religious. I will\nventure to say that nothing has appeared in it, at least since the first", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnumber, from the pen of any of my friends, which can offend the most\nfastidious. Knight is absolutely in our hands, and most desirous to\ngratify us all, and me in particular. When I see you in London I\nwill mention to you a piece of secret history which will show you how\nimportant our connection with this work may possibly become.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe \"piece of secret history\" above referred to was beyond a doubt the\ncommencement of Macaulay's connection with the Edinburgh Review. That\nfamous periodical, which for three and twenty years had shared in and\npromoted the rising fortunes of the Liberal cause, had now attained its\nheight--a height unequalled before or since--of political, social, and\nliterary power. To have the entry of its columns was to command the\nmost direct channel for the spread of opinions, and the shortest road", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto influence and celebrity. But already the anxious eye of the master\nseemed to discern symptoms of decline. Jeffrey, in Lord Cockburn's\nphrase, was \"growing feverish about new writers.\" In January 1825 he\nsays in a letter to a friend in London: \"Can you not lay your hands on\nsome clever young man who would write for us? The original supporters\nof the work are getting old, and either too busy or too stupid, and here\nthe young men are mostly Tories.\" Overtures had already been made to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe effect on the author's reputation was instantaneous. Like Lord\nByron, he awoke one morning and found himself famous. The beauties\nof the work were such as all men could recognise, and its very faults\npleased. The redundance of youthful enthusiasm, which he himself\nunsparingly condemns in the preface to his collected essays, seemed\ngraceful enough in the eyes of others, if it were only as a relief from\nthe perverted ability of that elaborate libel on our great epic poet", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich goes by the name of Dr. Johnson's Life of Milton. Murray declared\nthat it would be worth the copyright of Childe Harold to have Macaulay\non the staff of the Quarterly. The family breakfast table in Bloomsbury\nwas covered with cards of invitation to dinner from every quarter\nof London, and his father groaned in spirit over the conviction that\nthenceforward the law would be less to him than ever. A warm admirer\nof Robert Hall, Macaulay heard with pride how the great preacher, then", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwellnigh worn out with that long disease, his life, was discovered lying\non the floor, employed in learning by aid of grammar and dictionary\nenough Italian to enable him to verify the parallel between Milton and\nDante. But the compliment that of all others came most nearly home,--the\nonly commendation of his literary talent which even in the innermost\ndomestic circle he was ever known to repeat,--was the sentence with\nwhich Jeffrey acknowledged the receipt of his manuscript: \"The more I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's outward man was never better described than in two sentences\nof Praed's Introduction to Knight's Quarterly Magazine. \"There came up a\nshort manly figure, marvellously upright, with a bad neckcloth, and one\nhand in his waistcoat pocket. [\"I well remember,\" writes Sir William\nStirling Maxwell, \"the first time I met him,--in 1845 or '46, I\nthink,--at dinner at the house of his old friend, Sir John Macleod. I\ndid not know him by sight, and, when he came into the room with two", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor three other guests, I supposed that he was announced as General--I\nforget what. The party was large, and I was on the other side of the\ntable, and a good way off, and I was very soon struck by the amazing\nnumber of subjects on which he seemed at home;--politics, home and\nforeign,--French literature, and Hebrew poetry;--and I remember\nthinking, 'This is a General with a singularly well-stored mind and\nbadly tied neckcloth.' Till, at last, a remark on the prose of Dryden", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nled me to conclude that it could be no one but the Great Essayist.\"] Of\nregular beauty he had little to boast; but in faces where there is an\nexpression of great power, or of great good humour, or both, you do\nnot regret its absence.\" This picture, in which every touch is correct,\ntells all that there is to be told. He had a massive head, and features\nof a powerful and rugged cast, but so constantly lit up by every joyful\nand ennobling emotion that it mattered little if, when absolutely", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nquiescent, his face was rather homely than handsome. While conversing at\ntable no one thought him otherwise than good-looking; but, when he rose,\nhe was seen to be short and stout in figure. \"At Holland House, the\nother day,\" writes his sister Margaret in September 1831, \"Tom met Lady\nLyndhurst for the first time. She said to him: 'Mr. Macaulay, you are so\ndifferent to what I expected. I thought you were dark and thin, but you\nare fair, and really, Mr. Macaulay, you are fat.\"' He at all times sat", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand stood straight, full, and square; and in this respect Woolner, in\nthe fine statue at Cambridge, has missed what was undoubtedly the most\nmarked fact in his personal appearance.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe dressed badly, but not cheaply. His clothes, though ill put on, were\ngood, and his wardrobe was always enormously overstocked. Later in\nlife he indulged himself in an apparently inexhaustible succession\nof handsome embroidered waistcoats, which he used to regard with\nmuch complacency. He was unhandy to a degree quite unexampled in the\nexperience of all who knew him. When in the open air he wore perfectly\nnew dark kid gloves, into the fingers of which he never succeeded in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninserting his own more than half way. After he had sailed for India\nthere were found in his chambers between fifty and sixty strops, hacked\ninto strips and splinters, and razors without beginning or end. About\nthe same period he hurt his hand, and was reduced to send for a barber.\nAfter the operation, he asked what was to pay. \"Oh, Sir,\" said the man,\n\"whatever you usually give the person who shaves you.\" \"In that case,\"\nsaid Macaulay, \"I should give you a great gash on each cheek.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring an epoch when, at our principal seats of education, athletic\npursuits are regarded as a leading object of existence rather than as\na means of health and recreation, it requires some boldness to confess\nthat Macaulay was utterly destitute of bodily accomplishments, and that\nhe viewed his deficiencies with supreme indifference. He could neither\nswim, nor row, nor drive, nor skate, nor shoot. He seldom crossed a\nsaddle, and never willingly. When in attendance at Windsor as a cabinet", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nminister he was informed that a horse was at his disposal. \"If her\nMajesty wishes to see me ride,\" he said, \"she must order out an\nelephant.\" The only exercise in which he can be said to have excelled\nwas that of threading crowded streets with his eyes fixed upon a book.\nHe might be seen in such thoroughfares as Oxford Street, and Cheapside,\nwalking as fast as other people walked, and reading a great deal faster\nthan anybody else could read. As a pedestrian he was, indeed, above the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naverage. Till he had passed fifty he thought nothing of going on foot\nfrom the Albany to Clapham, and from Clapham on to Greenwich; and, while\nstill in the prime of life, he was for ever on his feet indoors as well\nas out. \"In those days,\" says his cousin Mrs. Conybeare, \"he walked\nrapidly up and down a room as he talked. I remember on one occasion,\nwhen he was making a call, he stopped short in his walk in the midst of\na declamation on some subject, and said, 'You have a brick floor here.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe hostess confessed that it was true, though she hoped that it had\nbeen disguised by double matting and a thick carpet. He said that his\nhabit of always walking enabled him to tell accurately the material he\nwas treading on.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis faults were such as give annoyance to those who dislike a man rather\nthan anxiety to those who love him. Vehemence, over-confidence, the\ninability to recognise that there are two sides to a question or\ntwo people in a dialogue, are defects which during youth are perhaps\ninseparable from gifts like those with which he was endowed. Moultrie,\nspeaking of his undergraduate days, tells us that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"To him\n There was no pain like silence--no constraint\n So dull as unanimity. He breathed\n An atmosphere of argument, nor shrank\n From making, where he could not find, excuse\n For controversial fight.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt Cambridge he would say of himself that, whenever anybody enunciated\na proposition, all possible answers to it rushed into his mind at once;\nand it was said of him by others that he had no politics except the\nopposite of those held by the person with whom he was talking. To that\ncharge, at any rate, he did not long continue liable. He left college a\nstaunch and vehement Whig, eager to maintain against all comers, and\nat any moment, that none but Whig opinions had a leg to stand upon.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis cousin George Babington, a rising surgeon, with whom at one time\nhe lived in the closest intimacy, was always ready to take up the Tory\ncudgels. The two friends \"would walk up and down the room, crossing\neach other for hours, shouting one another down with a continuous\nsimultaneous storm of words, until George at length yielded to arguments\nand lungs combined. Never, so far as I remember, was there any loss of\ntemper. It was a fair, good-humoured battle in not very mannerly lists.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEven as a very young man nine people out of ten liked nothing better\nthan to listen to him, which was fortunate; because in his early days\nhe had scanty respect of persons, either as regarded the choice of his\ntopics, or the quantity of his words. But with his excellent temper,\nand entire absence of conceit, he soon began to learn consideration for\nothers in small things as well as in great. By the time he was fairly\nlaunched in London he was agreeable in company, as well as forcible and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\namusing. Wilberforce speaks of his \"unruffled good-humour.\" Sir Robert\nInglis, a good observer with ample opportunity of forming a judgment,\npronounced that he conversed and did not dictate, and that he was loud\nbut never overbearing. As far back as the year 1826 Crabb Robinson gave\na very favourable account of his demeanour in society, which deserves\ncredence as the testimony of one who liked his share of talk, and was\nnot willing to be put in the background for anybody. \"I went to James", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nStephen, and drove with him to his house at Hendon. A dinner party.\nI had a most interesting companion in young Macaulay, one of the most\npromising of the rising generation I have seen for a long time. He has\na good face,--not the delicate features of a man of genius and\nsensibility, but the strong lines and well-knit limbs of a man sturdy in\nbody and mind. Very eloquent and cheerful. Overflowing with words, and\nnot poor in thought. Liberal in opinion, but no radical. He seems a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo loyal and sincere was Macaulay's nature that he was unwilling to live\nupon terms of even apparent intimacy with people whom he did not like,\nor could not esteem; and, as far as civility allowed, he avoided their\nadvances, and especially their hospitality. He did not choose, he said,\nto eat salt with a man for whom he could not say a good word in all\ncompanies. He was true throughout life to those who had once acquired\nhis regard and respect. Moultrie says of him", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"His heart was pure and simple as a child's\n Unbreathed on by the world: in friendship warm,\n Confiding, generous, constant; and, though now\n He ranks among the great ones of the earth\n And hath achieved such glory as will last\n To future generations, he, I think,\n Would sup on oysters with as right good will\n In this poor home of mine as e'er he did\n On Petty Cury's classical first floor\n Some twenty years ago.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe loved to place his purse, his influence, and his talents at the\ndisposal of a friend; and anyone whom he called by that name he judged\nwith indulgence, and trusted with a faith that would endure almost any\nstrain. If his confidence proved to have been egregiously misplaced,\nwhich he was always the last to see, he did not resort to remonstrance\nor recrimination. His course under such circumstances he described in a\ncouplet from an old French comedy:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot;\n L'honnete homme trompe s'eloigne et ne dit mot.\n\n[\"La Coquette corrigee. Comedie par Mr. Delanoue, 1756.\" In his journal\nof February 15, 1851, after quoting the couplet, Macaulay adds: \"Odd\nthat two lines of a damned play, and, it should seem, a justly damned\nplay, should have lived near a century and have become proverbial.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was never known to take part in any family quarrel, or personal\nbroil, of any description whatsoever. His conduct in this respect was\nthe result of self-discipline, and did not proceed from any want of\nsensibility. \"He is very sensitive,\" said his sister Margaret, \"and\nremembers long, as well as feels deeply, anything in the form of\nslight.\" Indeed, at college his friends used to tell him that his\nleading qualities were \"generosity and vindictiveness.\" Courage he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncertainly did not lack. During the years when his spirit was high, and\nhis pen cut deep, and when the habits of society were different from\nwhat they are at present, more than one adversary displayed symptoms of\na desire to meet him elsewhere than on paper. On these occasions, while\nshowing consideration for his opponent, he evinced a quiet but very\ndecided sense of what was due to himself, which commanded the respect of\nall who were implicated, and brought difficulties that might have been", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe reserved his pugnacity for quarrels undertaken on public grounds,\nand fought out with the world looking on as umpire. In the lists of\ncriticism and of debate it cannot be denied that, as a young man, he\nsometimes deserved the praise which Dr. Johnson pronounced upon a good\nhater. He had no mercy for bad writers, and notably for bad poets,\nunless they were in want of money; in which case he became within his\nmeans, the most open-handed of patrons. He was too apt to undervalue", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nboth the heart and the head of those who desired to maintain the old\nsystem of civil and religious exclusion, and who grudged political\npower to their fellow-countrymen, or at any rate to those of their\nfellow-countrymen whom he was himself prepared to enfranchise.\nIndependent, frank, and proud almost to a fault, he detested the\nwhole race of jobbers and time-servers, parasites and scandal-mongers,\nled-captains, led-authors, and led-orators. Some of his antipathies have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstamped themselves indelibly upon literary history. He attributed to the\nRight Honourable John Wilson Croker, Secretary to the Admiralty\nduring the twenty years preceding 1830, qualities which excited his\ndisapprobation beyond control, and possibly beyond measure. His judgment\nhas been confirmed by the public voice, which identifies Croker with the\ncharacter of Rigby in Mr. Disraeli's Coningsby.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay was the more formidable as an opponent because he could be\nangry without losing his command of the situation. His first onset was\nterrific; but in the fiercest excitement of the melee he knew when to\ncall a halt. A certain member of Parliament named Michael Thomas Sadler\nhad fallen foul of Malthus, and very foul indeed of Macaulay, who in\ntwo short and telling articles took revenge enough for both. [Macaulay\nwrites to Mr. Napier in February 1831: \"People here think that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave answered Sadler completely. Empson tells me that Malthus is well\npleased, which is a good sign. As to Blackwood's trash I could not get\nthrough it. It bore the same relation to Sadler's pamphlet that a bad\nhash bears to a bad joint.\"] He writes on this subject to Mr. Macvey\nNapier, who towards the close of 1829 had succeeded Jeffrey in the\neditorship of the Edinburgh Review: \"The position which we have now\ntaken up is absolutely impregnable, and, if we were to quit it, though", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwe might win a more splendid victory, we should expose ourselves to\nsome risk. My rule in controversy has always been that to which the\nLacedaemonians adhered in war: never to break the ranks for the purpose\nof pursuing a beaten enemy.\" He had, indeed, seldom occasion to strike\ntwice. Where he set his mark, there was no need of a second impression.\nThe unduly severe fate of those who crossed his path during the years\nwhen his blood was hot teaches a serious lesson on the responsibilities", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof genius. Croker, and Sadler, and poor Robert Montgomery, and the other\nless eminent objects of his wrath, appear likely to enjoy just so much\nnotoriety, and of such a nature, as he has thought fit to deal out to\nthem in his pages; and it is possible that even Lord Ellenborough may be\nbetter known to our grand-children by Macaulay's oration on the gates\nof Somnauth than by the noise of his own deeds, or the echo of his own\neloquence.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen Macaulay went to college he was justified in regarding himself as\none who would not have to work for his bread. His father, who believed\nhimself to be already worth a hundred thousand pounds, had statedly\ndeclared to the young man his intention of making him, in a modest\nway, an eldest son; and had informed him that, by doing his duty at the\nuniversity, he would earn the privilege of shaping his career at choice.\nIn 1818 the family removed to London, and set up an establishment on a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nscale suited to their improved circumstances in Cadogan Place, which, in\neverything except proximity to Bond Street, was then hardly less rural\nthan Clapham. But the prosperity of the house of Macaulay and Babington\nwas short-lived. The senior member of the firm gave his whole heart, and\nfive-sixths of his time, to objects unconnected with his business; and\nhe had selected a partner who did not possess the qualities necessary\nto compensate for his own deficiencies. In 1819 the first indications", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof possible disaster begin to show themselves in the letters to and from\nCambridge; while waiting for a fellowship Macaulay was glad to make\na hundred guineas by taking pupils; and, as time went on, it became\nevident that he was to be an eldest son only in the sense that,\nthroughout the coming years of difficulty and distress, his brothers and\nsisters would depend mainly upon him for comfort, guidance, and support.\nHe acknowledged the claim cheerfully, lovingly, and, indeed, almost", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nunconsciously. It was not in his disposition to murmur over what was\ninevitable, or to plume himself upon doing what was right. He quietly\ntook up the burden which his father was unable to bear; and, before many\nyears had elapsed, the fortunes of all for whose welfare he considered\nhimself responsible were abundantly assured. In the course of the\nefforts which he expended on the accomplishment of this result he\nunlearned the very notion of framing his method of life with a view to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhis own pleasure; and such was his high and simple nature, that it may\nwell be doubted whether it ever crossed his mind that to live wholly for\nothers was a sacrifice at all.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe resided with his father in Cadogan Place, and accompanied him when,\nunder the pressure of pecuniary circumstances, he removed to a less\nfashionable quarter of the town. In 1823 the family settled in 50 Great\nOrmond Street, which runs east and west for some three hundred yards\nthrough the region bounded by the British Museum, the Foundling\nHospital, and Gray's Inn Road. It was a large rambling house, at the\ncorner of Powis Place, and was said to have been the residence of Lord", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nChancellor Thurlow at the time when the Great Seal was stolen from his\ncustody. It now forms the east wing of an Homoeopathic hospital.\nHere the Macaulays remained till 1831. \"Those were to me,\" says Lady\nTrevelyan, \"years of intense happiness. There might be money troubles,\nbut they did not touch us. Our lives were passed after a fashion which\nwould seem indeed strange to the present generation. My father, ever\nmore and more engrossed in one object, gradually gave up all society;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand my mother never could endure it. We had friends, of course,\nwith whom we stayed out for months together; and we dined with the\nWilberforces, the Buxtons, Sir Robert Inglis, and others; but what is\nnow meant by 'society' was utterly unknown to us.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In the morning there was some pretence of work and study. In the\nafternoon your uncle always took my sister Margaret and myself a long\nwalk. We traversed every part of the City, Islington, Clerkenwell,\nand the Parks, returning just in time for a six o'clock dinner. What\nanecdotes he used to pour out about every street, and square, and court,\nand alley! There are many places I never pass without 'the tender grace\nof a day that is dead' coming back to me. Then, after dinner, he always", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwalked up and down the drawing-room between us chatting till tea-time.\nOur noisy mirth, his wretched puns, so many a minute, so many an hour!\nThen we sang, none of us having any voices, and he, if possible, least\nof all; but still the old nursery songs were set to music, and chanted.\nMy father, sitting at his own table, used to look up occasionally, and\npush back his spectacles, and, I dare say, wonder in his heart how\nwe could so waste our time. After tea the book then in reading was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nproduced. Your uncle very seldom read aloud himself of an evening, but\nwalked about listening, and commenting, and drinking water.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The Sundays were in some respects trying days to him. My father's habit\nwas to read a long sermon to us all in the afternoon, and again after\nevening service another long sermon was read at prayer-time to the\nservants. Our doors were open to sons of relations or friends; and\ncousins who were medical students, or clerks in merchants' houses,\ncame in regularly to partake of our Sunday dinner and sermons. Sunday\nwalking, for walking's sake, was never allowed; and even going to a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndistant church was discouraged. When in Cadogan Place, we always crossed\nthe Five Fields, where Belgrave Square now stands, to hear Dr. Thorpe at\nthe Lock Chapel, and bring him home to dine with us. From Great Ormond\nStreet, we attended St. John's Chapel in Bedford Row, then served by\nDaniel Wilson, afterwards Bishop of Calcutta. He was succeeded in 1826\nby the Rev. Baptist Noel. Your uncle generally went to church with us in\nthe morning, and latterly formed the habit of walking out of town, alone", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor with a friend, in the after part of the day. I never heard that my\nfather took any notice of this; and, indeed, in the interior of his own\nfamily, he never attempted in the smallest degree to check his son in\nhis mode of life, or in the expression of his opinions.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I believe that breakfast was the pleasantest part of the day to my\nfather. His spirits were then at their best, and he was most disposed to\ngeneral conversation. He delighted in discussing the newspaper with his\nson, and lingered over the table long after the meal was finished. On\nthis account he felt it extremely when, in the year 1829, your uncle\nwent to live in chambers, and often said to my mother that the change\nhad taken the brightness out of his day. Though your uncle generally", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndined with us, yet my father was tired by the evening, so that the\nbreakfast hour was a grievous loss to him, as indeed it was to us all.\nTruly he was to old and young alike the sunshine of our home; and I\nbelieve that no one, who did not know him there, ever knew him in his\nmost brilliant, witty, and fertile vein.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThat home was never more cheerful than during the eight years which\nfollowed the close of Macaulay's college life. There had been much quiet\nhappiness at Clapham, and much in Cadogan Place; but it was round the\nhouse in Great Ormond Street that the dearest associations gathered.\nMore than forty years afterwards, when Lady Trevelyan was dying, she\nhad herself driven to the spot, as the last drive she ever took, and sat\nsilent in her carriage for many minutes with her eyes fixed upon those\nwell-known walls.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[In August 1857, Macaulay notes in his diary: \"I sent the carriage home,\nand walked to the Museum. Passing through Great Ormond Street I saw a\nbill upon No. 50. I knocked, was let in, and went over the house with\na strange mixture of feelings. It is more than twenty-six years since\nI was in it. The dining-room, and the adjoining room, in which I once\nslept, are scarcely changed--the same colouring on the wall, but more\ndingy. My father's study much the same;--the drawing-rooms too, except", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile warmly attached to all his nearest relations, Macaulay lived in\nthe closest and most frequent companionship with his sisters Hannah and\nMargaret, younger than himself by ten and twelve years respectively.\nHis affection for these two, deep and enduring as it was, had in it no\nelement of blindness or infatuation. Even in the privacy of a diary,\nor the confidence of the most familiar correspondence, Macaulay, when\nwriting about those whom he loved, was never tempted to indulge in fond", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexaggeration of their merits. Margaret, as will be seen in the course\nof this narrative, died young, leaving a memory of outward graces, and\nsweet and noble mental qualities, which is treasured by all among whom\nher short existence was passed. As regards the other sister, there are\nmany alive who knew her for what she was; and, for those who did not\nknow her, if this book proves how much of her brother's heart she had,\nand how well it was worth having, her children will feel that they have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEducation in the Macaulay family was not on system. Of what are\nordinarily called accomplishments the daughters had but few, and Hannah\nfewest of any; but, ever since she could remember anything, she had\nenjoyed the run of a good standard library, and had been allowed to read\nat her own time, and according to her own fancy. There were two traits\nin her nature which are seldom united in the same person: a vivid\npractical interest in the realities which surrounded her, joined with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe power of passing at will into a world of literature and romance\nin which she found herself entirely at home. The feeling with which\nMacaulay and his sister regarded books differed from that of other\npeople in kind rather than in degree. When they were discoursing\ntogether about a work of history or biography, a bystander would have\nsupposed that they had lived in the times of which the author treated,\nand had a personal acquaintance with every human being who was mentioned", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin his pages. Pepys, Addison, Horace Walpole, Dr. Johnson, Madame de\nGenlis, the Duc de St. Simon, and the several societies in which those\nworthies moved, excited in their minds precisely the same sort of\nconcern, and gave matter for discussions of exactly the same type, as\nmost people bestow upon the proceedings of their own contemporaries. The\npast was to them as the present, and the fictitious as the actual. The\nolder novels, which had been the food of their early years, had become", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npart of themselves to such an extent that, in speaking to each other,\nthey frequently employed sentences from dialogues in those novels to\nexpress the idea, or even the business, of the moment. On matters of\nthe street or of the household they would use the very language of Mrs.\nElton and Mrs. Bennet, Mr. Woodhouse, Mr. Collins, and John Thorpe, and\nthe other inimitable actors on Jane Austen's unpretending stage: while\nthey would debate the love affairs and the social relations of their own", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe effect was at times nothing less than bewildering. When Lady\nTrevelyan married, her husband, whose reading had lain anywhere rather\nthan among the circulating libraries, used at first to wonder who the\nextraordinary people could be with whom his wife and his brother-in-law\nappeared to have lived. This style of thought and conversation had for\nyoung minds a singular and a not unhealthy fascination. Lady Trevelyan's\nchildren were brought up among books, (to use the homely simile of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan American author), as a stable-boy among horses. The shelves of the\nlibrary, instead of frowning on us as we played and talked, seemed alive\nwith kindly and familiar faces. But death came, and came again, and then\nall was changed, and changed as in an instant. There were many favourite\nvolumes out of which the spirit seemed to vanish at once and for ever.\nWe endeavoured unsuccessfully to revive by our own efforts the amusement\nwhich we had been taught to find in the faded flatteries and absurdities", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat passed between Miss Seward and her admirers, or to retrace for\nourselves the complications of female jealousy which played round\nCowper's tea-table at Olney. We awoke to the discovery that the charm\nwas not in us, nor altogether in the books themselves. The talisman,\nwhich endowed with life and meaning all that it touched, had passed away\nfrom among us, leaving recollections which are our most cherished, as\nthey must ever be our proudest, possession.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay thought it probable that he could re-write Sir Charles\nGrandison from memory, and certainly he might have done so with his\nsister's help. But his intimate acquaintance with a work was no proof of\nits merit. \"There was a certain prolific author,\" says Lady Trevelyan,\n\"named Mrs. Meeke, whose romances he all but knew by heart; though\nhe quite agreed in my criticism that they were one just like another,\nturning on the fortunes of some young man in a very low rank of life who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neventually proves to be the son of a Duke. Then there was a set of books\nby a Mrs. Kitty Cuthbertson, most silly though readable productions, the\nnature of which may be guessed from their titles:--'Santo Sebastiano,\nor the Young Protector,' 'The Forest of Montalbano,' 'The Romance of\nthe Pyrenees,' and 'Adelaide, or the Countercharm.' I remember how, when\n'Santo Sebastiano' was sold by auction in India, he and Miss Eden bid\nagainst each other till he secured it at a fabulous price; and I possess\nit still.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs an indication of the thoroughness with which this literary\ntreasure has been studied, there appears on the last page an elaborate\ncomputation of the number of fainting-fits that occur in the course of\nthe five volumes.\n\n Julia de Clifford..... 11\n Lady Delamore....... 4\n Lady Theodosia....... 4\n Lord Glenbrook...... 2\n Lord Delamore...... 2\n Lady Enderfield...... 1\n Lord Ashgrove....... 1\n Lord St. Orville..... 1\n Henry Mildmay....... 1", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA single passage, selected for no other reason than because it is the\nshortest, will serve as a specimen of these catastrophes \"One of the\nsweetest smiles that ever animated the face of mortal now diffused\nitself over the countenance of Lord St. Orville, as he fell at the feet\nof Julia in a death-like swoon.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe fun that went on in Great Ormond Street was of a jovial, and\nsometimes uproarious, description. Even when the family was by itself,\nthe school-room and the drawing-room were full of young people; and\nfriends and cousins flocked in numbers to a resort where so much\nmerriment was perpetually on foot. There were seasons during the school\nholidays when the house overflowed with noise and frolic from morning to\nnight; and Macaulay, who at any period of his life could literally spend", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhole days in playing with children, was master of the innocent revels.\nGames of hide-and-seek, that lasted for hours, with shouting and the\nblowing of horns up and down the stairs and through every room, were\nvaried by ballads, which, like the Scalds of old, he composed during the\nact of recitation, while the others struck in with the chorus. He had no\nnotion whatever of music, but an infallible ear for rhythm. His knack of\nimprovisation he at all times exercised freely. The verses which he thus", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nproduced, and which he invariably attributed to an anonymous author whom\nhe styled \"the Judicious Poet,\" were exclusively for home consumption.\nSome of these effusions illustrate a sentiment in his disposition\nwhich was among the most decided, and the most frequently and loudly\nexpressed. Macaulay was only too easily bored, and those whom he\nconsidered fools he by no means suffered gladly. He once amused his\nsisters by pouring out whole Iliads of extempore doggrel upon the head", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof an unfortunate country squire of their acquaintance, who had a habit\nof detaining people by the button, and who was especially addicted to\nthe society of the higher order of clergy", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"His Grace Archbishop Manners Sutton\n Could not keep on a single button.\n As for Right Reverend John of Chester,\n His waistcoats open at the breast are.\n Our friend* has filled a mighty trunk\n With trophies torn from Doctor Monk\n And he has really tattered foully\n The vestments of Archbishop Howley\n No button could I late discern on\n The garments of Archbishop Vernon,\n And never had his fingers mercy\n Upon the garb of Bishop Percy.\n The buttons fly from Bishop Ryder", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[*The name of this gentleman has been concealed, as not being\nsufficiently known by all to give point, but well enough remembered by\nsome to give pain.]\n\nand so on, throughout the entire bench, until, after a good half-hour\nof hearty and spontaneous nonsense, the girls would go laughing back to\ntheir Italian and their drawing-boards.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe did not play upon words as a habit, nor did he interlard his talk\nwith far-fetched or overstrained witticisms. His humour, like his\nrhetoric, was full of force and substance, and arose naturally from the\ncomplexion of the conversation or the circumstance of the moment. But\nwhen alone with his sisters, and, in after years, with his nieces,\nhe was fond of setting himself deliberately to manufacture conceits\nresembling those on the heroes of the Trojan War which have been thought", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nworthy of publication in the collected works of Swift. When walking in\nLondon he would undertake to give some droll turn to the name of every\nshopkeeper in the street, and, when travelling, to the name of every\nstation along the line. At home he would run through the countries of\nEurope, the States of the Union, the chief cities of our Indian Empire,\nthe provinces of France, the Prime Ministers of England, or the chief\nwriters and artists of any given century; striking off puns, admirable,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nendurable, and execrable, but all irresistibly laughable, which followed\neach other in showers like sparks from flint. Capping verses was a game\nof which he never tired. \"In the spring of 1829,\" says his cousin Mrs.\nConybeare, \"we were staying in Ormond Street. My chief recollection of\nyour uncle during that visit is on the evenings when we capped verses.\nAll the family were quick at it, but his astounding memory made him\nsupereminent. When the time came for him to be off to bed at his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchambers, he would rush out of the room after uttering some long-sought\nline, and would be pursued to the top of the stairs by one of the others\nwho had contrived to recall a verse which served the purpose, in order\nthat he might not leave the house victorious; but he, with the hall-door\nopen in his hand, would shriek back a crowning effort, and go off\ntriumphant.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNothing of all this can be traced in his letters before the year 1830.\nUp to that period he corresponded regularly with no one but his father,\nbetween whom and himself there existed a strong regard, but scanty\nsympathy or similarity of pursuits. It was not until he poured out his\nmind almost daily to those who approached him more nearly in age, and in\ntastes, that the lighter side of his nature began to display itself on\npaper. Most of what he addressed to his parents between the time when he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nleft Cambridge, and the time when he entered the House of Commons, may\nbe characterised as belonging to the type of duty-letters, treating of\npolitics, legal gossip, personal adventures, and domestic incidents,\nwith some reticence and little warmth or ease of expression, The\nperiodical insertion on the son's part of anecdotes and observations\nbearing upon the question of Slavery reminds the reader of those\npresents of tall recruits with which, at judiciously chosen intervals,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFrederic the Great used to conciliate his terrible father. As between\nthe Macaulays, these little filial attentions acquire a certain\ngracefulness from the fact that, in the circumstances of the\nfamily, they could be prompted by no other motive than a dutiful and\ndisinterested affection.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt must not be supposed,--no one who examines the dates of his\nsuccessive essays will for a moment suppose,--that his attention was\ndistracted, or his energy dissipated, by trifles. Besides the finished\nstudy of Machiavelli, and the masterly sketch of our great civil\ntroubles known as the article on Hallam's Constitutional History, he\nproduced much which his mature judgment would willingly have allowed to\ndie, but which had plenty of life in it when it first appeared between", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe blue and yellow covers. His most formidable enterprise, during the\nfive earliest years of his connection with the great Review, was that\npassage of arms against the champions of the Utilitarian philosophy in\nwhich he touched the mighty shields of James Mill and Jeremy Bentham,\nand rode slashing to right and left through the ranks of their less\ndistinguished followers. Indeed, while he sincerely admired the chiefs\nof the school, he had a young man's prejudice against their disciples,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmany of whom he regarded as \"persons who, having read little or nothing,\nare delighted to be rescued from the sense of their own inferiority by\nsome teacher who assures them that the studies which they have neglected\nare of no value, puts five or six phrases into their mouths, lends them\nan odd number of the Westminster Review, and in a month transforms them\ninto philosophers.\" It must be allowed that there was some colour for\nhis opinion. The Benthamite training may have stimulated the finer", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nintellects, (and they were not few,) which came within its influence;\nbut it is impossible to conceive anything more dreary than must have\nbeen the condition of a shallow mind, with a native predisposition to\nsciolism, after its owner had joined a society \"composed of young men\nagreeing in fundamental principles, acknowledging Utility as their\nstandard in ethics and politics,\" \"meeting once a fortnight to read\nessays and discuss questions conformably to the premises thus agreed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\non,\" and \"expecting the regeneration of mankind, not from any direct\naction on the sentiments of unselfish benevolence and love of justice,\nbut from the effect of educated intellect enlightening the selfish\nfeelings.\" John Stuart Mill, with that candour which is the rarest of\nhis great qualities, gave a generous and authoritative testimony to the\nmerit of these attacks upon his father, and his father's creed, which\nMacaulay himself lived to wish that he had left unwritten.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[\"The author has been strongly urged to insert three papers on the\nUtilitarian Philosophy, which, when they first appeared, attracted some\nnotice. * * * He has, however, determined to omit these papers, not\nbecause he is disposed to retract a single doctrine which they contain,\nbut because he is unwilling to offer what might be regarded as an\naffront to the memory of one from whose opinions he still widely\ndissents, but to whose talents and virtues he admits that he formerly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndid not do justice. * * It ought to be known that Mr. Mill had the\ngenerosity, not only to forgive, but to forget the unbecoming acrimony\nwith which he had been assailed, and was, when his valuable life\nclosed, on terms of cordial friendship with his assailant.\"--Preface to\nMacaulay's Collected Essays.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was already famous enough to have incurred the inevitable penalty\nof success in the shape of the pronounced hostility of Blackwood's\nMagazine. The feelings which the leading contributors to that periodical\nhabitually entertained towards a young and promising writer were in\nhis case sharpened by political partisanship; and the just and measured\nseverity which he infused into his criticism on Southey's \"Colloquies\nof Society\" brought down upon him the bludgeon to whose strokes poetic", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntradition has attributed the death of Keats. Macaulay was made of\nharder stuff, and gave little heed to a string of unsavoury invectives\ncompounded out of such epithets as \"ugly,\" \"splay-footed,\" and\n\"shapeless;\" such phrases as \"stuff and nonsense,\" \"malignant trash,\"\n\"impertinent puppy,\" and \"audacity of impudence;\" and other samples from\nthe polemical vocabulary of the personage who, by the irony of fate,\nfilled the Chair of Moral Philosophy at Edinburgh. The substance of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nProfessor Wilson's attacks consisted in little more than the reiteration\nof that charge of intellectual juvenility, which never fails to\nbe employed as the last resource against a man whose abilities are\nundoubted, and whose character is above detraction.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"North. He's a clever lad, James.\n\n\"Shepherd. Evidently; and a clever lad he'll remain, depend ye upon\nthat, a' the days of his life. A clever lad thirty years auld and some\nodds is to ma mind the maist melancholy sight in nature. Only think of a\nclever lad o' three-score-and-ten, on his deathbed, wha can look back on\nnae greater achievement than having aince, or aiblins ten times, abused\nMr. Southey in the Embro' Review.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe prophecies of jealousy seldom come true. Southey's book died before\nits author, with the exception of the passages extracted by Macaulay,\nwhich have been reproduced in his essay a hundred times, and more, for\nonce that they were printed in the volumes from which he selected them\nfor his animadversion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe chambers in which he ought to have been spending his days, and did\nactually spend his nights between the years 1829 and 1834, were within\nfive minutes' walk of the house in Great Ormond Street. The building of\nwhich those chambers formed a part,--8 South Square, Gray's Inn,--has\nsince been pulled down to make room for an extension of the Library; a\npurpose which, in Macaulay's eyes, would amply compensate for the loss\nof such associations as might otherwise have attached themselves to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlocality. His Trinity fellowship brought him in nearly three hundred\npounds annually, and the Edinburgh Review nearly two hundred. In January\n1828, during the interregnum that separated the resignation of\nLord Goderich and the acceptance of the Premiership by the Duke of\nWellington, Lord Lyndhurst made him a Commissioner of Bankruptcy; a rare\npiece of luck at a time when, as Lord Cockburn tells us, \"a youth of a\nTory family, who was discovered to have a leaning towards the doctrines", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the opposition, was considered as a lost son.\" \"The Commission is\nwelcome,\" Macaulay writes to his father, \"and I am particularly glad\nthat it has been given at a time when there is no ministry, and when the\nacceptance of it implies no political obligation. To Lord Lyndhurst I of\ncourse feel personal gratitude, and I shall always take care how I speak\nof him.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe emoluments of the office made up his income, for the three or four\nyears during which he held it, to about nine hundred pounds per annum.\nHis means were more than sufficient for his wants, but too small, and\nfar too precarious, for the furtherance of the political aspirations\nwhich now were uppermost in his mind. \"Public affairs,\" writes Lady\nTrevelyan, \"were become intensely interesting to him. Canning's\naccession to power, then his death, the repeal of the Test Act, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEmancipation of the Catholics, all in their turn filled his heart and\nsoul. He himself longed to be taking his part in Parliament, but with a\nvery hopeless longing.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In February 1830 I was staying at Mr. Wilberforce's at Highwood Hill\nwhen I got a letter from your uncle, enclosing one from Lord Lansdowne,\nwho told him that he had been much struck by the articles on Mill, and\nthat he wished to be the means of first introducing their author to\npublic life by proposing to him to stand for the vacant seat at Calne.\nLord Lansdowne expressly added that it was your uncle's high moral and\nprivate character which had determined him to make the offer, and that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe wished in no respect to influence his votes, but to leave him quite\nat liberty to act according to his conscience. I remember flying into\nMr. Wilberforce's study, and, absolutely speechless, putting the letter\ninto his hands. He read it with much emotion, and returned it to me,\nsaying 'Your father has had great trials, obloquy, bad health, many\nanxieties. One must feel as if Tom were given him for a recompense.'\nHe was silent for a moment, and then his mobile face lighted up, and he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd so, on the eve of the most momentous conflict that ever was fought\nout by speech and vote within the walls of a senate-house, the young\nrecruit went gaily to his post in the ranks of that party whose coming\nfortunes he was prepared loyally to follow, and the history of whose\npast he was destined eloquently, and perhaps imperishably, to record.\n\nYork: April 2, 1826.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--I am sorry that I have been unable to avail myself of\nthe letters of introduction which you forwarded to me. Since I received\nthem I have been confined to the house with a cold; and, now that I am\npretty well recovered, I must take my departure for Pontefract. But, if\nit had been otherwise, I could not have presented these recommendations.\nLetters of this sort may be of great service to a barrister; but the\nbarrister himself must not be the bearer of them. On this subject the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrule is most strict, at least on our circuit. The hugging of the Bar,\nlike the Simony of the Church, must be altogether carried on by the\nintervention of third persons. We are sensible of our dependence on\nthe attorneys, and proportioned to that sense of dependence is our\naffectation of superiority. Even to take a meal with an attorney is a\nhigh misdemeanour. One of the most eminent men among us brought\nhimself into a serious scrape by doing so. But to carry a letter of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nintroduction, to wait in the outer room while it is being read, to be\nthen ushered into the presence, to receive courtesies which can only be\nconsidered as the condescensions of a patron, to return courtesies which\nare little else than the blessings of a beggar, would be an infinitely\nmore terrible violation of our professional code. Every barrister to\nwhom I have applied for advice has most earnestly exhorted me on no\naccount whatever to present the letters myself. I should perhaps add", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn default of anything better I will eke out my paper with some lines\nwhich I made in bed last night,--an inscription for a picture of\nVoltaire.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf thou would'st view one more than man and less,\n Made up of mean and great, of foul and fair,\n Stop here; and weep and laugh, and curse and bless,\n And spurn and worship; for thou seest Voltaire.\n That flashing eye blasted the conqueror's spear,\n The monarch's sceptre, and the Jesuit's beads\n And every wrinkle in that haggard sneer\n Hath been the grave of Dynasties and Creeds.\n In very wantonness of childish mirth\n He puffed Bastilles, and thrones, and shrines away,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--The other day, as I was changing my neck-cloth which my\nwig had disfigured, my good landlady knocked at the door of my bedroom,\nand told me that Mr. Smith wished to see me, and was in my room below.\nOf all names by which men are called there is none which conveys a less\ndeterminate idea to the mind than that of Smith. Was he on the circuit?\nFor I do not know half the names of my companions. Was he a special\nmessenger from London? Was he a York attorney coming to be preyed upon,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor a beggar coming to prey upon me, a barber to solicit the dressing\nof my wig, or a collector for the Jews' Society? Down I went, and to my\nutter amazement beheld the Smith of Smiths, Sydney Smith, alias Peter\nPlymley. I had forgotten his very existence till I discerned the queer\ncontrast between his black coat and his snow-white head, and the equally\ncurious contrast between the clerical amplitude of his person, and the\nmost unclerical wit, whim, and petulance of his eye. I shook hands with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhim very heartily; and on the Catholic question we immediately fell,\nregretted Evans, triumphed over Lord George Beresford, and abused\nthe Bishops. [These allusions refer to the general election which had\nrecently taken place.] He then very kindly urged me to spend the time\nbetween the close of the Assizes and the commencement of the Sessions\nat his house; and was so hospitably pressing that I at last agreed to go\nthither on Saturday afternoon. He is to drive me over again into York", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\non Monday morning. I am very well pleased at having this opportunity\nof becoming better acquainted with a man who, in spite of innumerable\naffectations and oddities, is certainly one of the wittiest and most\noriginal writers of our times.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--On Saturday I went to Sydney Smith's. His parish lies\nthree or four miles out of any frequented road. He is, however, most\npleasantly situated. \"Fifteen years ago,\" said he to me as I alighted\nat the gate of his shrubbery, \"I was taken up in Piccadilly and set down\nhere. There was no house, and no garden; nothing but a bare field.\" One\nservice this eccentric divine has certainly rendered to the Church.\nHe has built the very neatest, most commodious, and most appropriate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrectory that I ever saw. All its decorations are in a peculiarly\nclerical style; grave, simple, and gothic. The bed-chambers are\nexcellent, and excellently fitted up; the sitting-rooms handsome; and\nthe grounds sufficiently pretty. Tindal and Parke, (not the judge\nof course,) two of the best lawyers, best scholars, and best men in\nEngland, were there. We passed an extremely pleasant evening, had a very\ngood dinner, and many amusing anecdotes.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter breakfast the next morning I walked to church with Sydney Smith.\nThe edifice is not at all in keeping with the rectory. It is a miserable\nlittle hovel with a wooden belfry. It was, however, well filled, and\nwith decent people, who seemed to take very much to their pastor. I\nunderstand that he is a very respectable apothecary; and most liberal\nof his skill, his medicine, his soul, and his wine, among the sick.\nHe preached a very queer sermon--the former half too familiar and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSydney Smith brought me to York on Monday morning, in time for the\nstage-coach which runs to Skipton. We parted with many assurances of\ngoodwill. I have really taken a great liking to him. He is full of wit,\nhumour, and shrewdness. He is not one of those show-talkers who reserve\nall their good things for special occasions. It seems to be his greatest\nluxury to keep his wife and daughters laughing for two or three hours\nevery day. His notions of law, government, and trade are surprisingly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nclear and just. His misfortune is to have chosen a profession at once\nabove him and below him. Zeal would have made him a prodigy; formality\nand bigotry would have made him a bishop; but he could neither rise to\nthe duties of his order, nor stoop to its degradations.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe praised my articles in the Edinburgh Review with a warmth which I am\nwilling to believe sincere, because he qualified his compliments with\nseveral very sensible cautions. My great danger, he said, was that\nof taking a tone of too much asperity and contempt in controversy. I\nbelieve that he is right, and I shall try to mend.\n\nEver affectionately yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLancaster: September 1, 1827.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--Thank Hannah from me for her pleasant letter. I would\nanswer it if I had anything equally amusing to say in return; but here\nwe have no news, except what comes from London, and is as stale as\ninland fish before it reaches us. We have circuit anecdotes to be sure;\nand perhaps you will be pleased to hear that Brougham has been rising\nthrough the whole of this struggle. At York Pollock decidedly took the\nlead. At Durham Brougham overtook him, passed him at Newcastle, and got", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimmensely ahead of him at Carlisle and Appleby, which, to be sure, are\nthe places where his own connections lie. We have not been here quite\nlong enough to determine how he will succeed with the Lancastrians.\nThis has always hitherto been his least favourable place. He appears to\nimprove in industry and prudence. He learns his story more thoroughly,\nand tells it more clearly, than formerly. If he continues to manage\ncauses as well as he has done of late he must rise to the summit of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nprofession. I cannot say quite so much for his temper, which this close\nand constant rivalry does not improve. He squabbles with Pollock more\nthan, in generosity or policy, he ought to do. I have heard several of\nour younger men wondering that he does not show more magnanimity. He\nyawns while Pollock is speaking; a sign of weariness which, in their\npresent relation to each other, he would do well to suppress. He has\nsaid some very good, but very bitter, things. There was a case of a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlead-mine. Pollock was for the proprietors, and complained bitterly of\nthe encroachments which Brougham's clients had made upon this property,\nwhich he represented as of immense value. Brougham said that the\nestimate which his learned friend formed of the property was vastly\nexaggerated, but that it was no wonder that a person who found it so\neasy to get gold for his lead should appreciate that heavy metal\nso highly. The other day Pollock laid down a point of law rather", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndogmatically. \"Mr. Pollock,\" said Brougham, \"perhaps, before you rule\nthe point, you will suffer his Lordship to submit a few observations on\nit to your consideration.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI received the Edinburgh paper which you sent me. Silly and spiteful as\nit is, there is a little truth in it. In such cases I always remember\nthose excellent lines of Boileau\n\n \"Moi, qu'une humeur trop libre, un esprit peu soumis,\n De bonne heure a pourvo d'utiles ennemis,\n Je dois plus a leur haine (il faut que je l'avoue)\n Qu'au faible et vain talent dont la France me loue.\n Sitot que sur un vice un pensent me confondre,\n C'est en me guerissant que je sais leur repondre.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis place disagrees so much with me that I shall leave it as soon as\nthe dispersion of the circuit commences,--that is, after the delivery\nof the last batch of briefs; always supposing, which may be supposed\nwithout much risk of mistake, that there are none for me.\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt was about this period that the Cambridge Senate came to a resolution\nto petition against the Catholic Claims. The minority demanded a poll,\nand conveyed a hint to their friends in London. Macaulay, with one or\ntwo more to help him, beat up the Inns of Court for recruits, chartered\na stage-coach, packed it inside and out with young Whig Masters of Arts,\nand drove up King's Parade just in time to turn the scale in favour of\nEmancipation. The whole party dined in triumph at Trinity, and got back", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto town the same evening; and the Tory journalists were emphatic in\ntheir indignation at the deliberate opinion of the University having\nbeen overridden by a coachful of \"godless and briefless barristers.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Mother,--I address this epistle to you as the least undeserving\nof a very undeserving family. You, I think, have sent me one letter\nsince I left London. I have nothing here to do but to write letters;\nand, what is not very often the case, I have members of Parliament in\nabundance to frank them, and abundance of matter to fill them with. My\nEdinburgh expedition has given me so much to say that, unless I write\noff some of it before I come home, I shall talk you all to death, and be", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvoted a bore in every house which I visit. I will commence with Jeffrey\nhimself. I had almost forgotten his person; and, indeed, I should not\nwonder if even now I were to forget it again. He has twenty faces almost\nas unlike each other as my father's to Mr. Wilberforce's, and infinitely\nmore unlike to each other than those of near relatives often are;\ninfinitely more unlike, for example, than those of the two Grants. When\nabsolutely quiescent, reading a paper, or hearing a conversation in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich he takes no interest, his countenance shows no indication\nwhatever of intellectual superiority of any kind. But as soon as he is\ninterested, and opens his eyes upon you, the change is like magic.\nThere is a flash in his glance, a violent contortion in his frown, an\nexquisite humour in his sneer, and a sweetness and brilliancy in his\nsmile, beyond anything that ever I witnessed. A person who had seen him\nin only one state would not know him if he saw him in another. For", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe has not, like Brougham, marked features which in all moods of mind\nremain unaltered. The mere outline of his face is insignificant. The\nexpression is everything; and such power and variety of expression\nI never saw in any human countenance, not even in that of the most\ncelebrated actors. I can conceive that Garrick may have been like him.\nI have seen several pictures of Garrick, none resembling another, and I\nhave heard Hannah More speak of the extraordinary variety of countenance", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby which he was distinguished, and of the unequalled radiance and\npenetration of his eye. The voice and delivery of Jeffrey resemble his\nface. He possesses considerable power of mimicry, and rarely tells a\nstory without imitating several different accents. His familiar tone,\nhis declamatory tone, and his pathetic tone are quite different things.\nSometimes Scotch predominates in his pronunciation; sometimes it is\nimperceptible. Sometimes his utterance is snappish and quick to the last", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndegree; sometimes it is remarkable for rotundity and mellowness. I can\neasily conceive that two people who had seen him on different days might\ndispute about him as the travellers in the fable disputed about the\nchameleon.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn one thing, as far as I observed, he is always the same and that is\nthe warmth of his domestic affections. Neither Mr. Wilberforce, nor\nmy uncle Babington, come up to him in this respect. The flow of his\nkindness is quite inexhaustible. Not five minutes pass without some fond\nexpression, or caressing gesture, to his wife or his daughter. He has\nfitted up a study for himself; but he never goes into it. Law papers,\nreviews, whatever he has to write, he writes in the drawing-room, or", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin his wife's boudoir. When he goes to other parts of the country on a\nretainer he takes them in the carriage with him. I do not wonder that\nhe should be a good husband, for his wife is a very amiable woman. But I\nwas surprised to see a man so keen and sarcastic, so much of a scoffer,\npouring himself out with such simplicity and tenderness in all sorts of\naffectionate nonsense. Through our whole journey to Perth he kept up\na sort of mock quarrel with his daughter; attacked her about", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnovel-reading, laughed her into a pet, kissed her out of it, and laughed\nher into it again. She and her mother absolutely idolise him, and I do\nnot wonder at it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis conversation is very much like his countenance and his voice, of\nimmense variety; sometimes plain and unpretending even to flatness;\nsometimes whimsically brilliant and rhetorical almost beyond the license\nof private discourse. He has many interesting anecdotes, and tells them\nvery well. He is a shrewd observer; and so fastidious that I am not\nsurprised at the awe in which many people seem to stand when in his\ncompany. Though not altogether free from affectation himself, he has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na peculiar loathing for it in other people, and a great talent for\ndiscovering and exposing it. He has a particular contempt, in which\nI most heartily concur with him, for the fadaises of bluestocking\nliterature, for the mutual flatteries of coteries, the handing about\nof vers de societe, the albums, the conversaziones, and all the other\nnauseous trickeries of the Sewards, Hayleys, and Sothebys. I am not\nquite sure that he has escaped the opposite extreme, and that he is not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na little too desirous to appear rather a man of the world, an active\nlawyer, or an easy careless gentleman, than a distinguished writer. I\nmust own that, when Jeffrey and I were by ourselves, he talked much and\nvery well on literary topics. His kindness and hospitality to me were,\nindeed, beyond description, and his wife was as pleasant and friendly as\npossible. I liked everything but the hours. We were never up till ten,\nand never retired till two hours at least after midnight. Jeffrey,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nindeed, never goes to bed till sleep comes on him overpoweringly, and\nnever rises till forced up by business or hunger. He is extremely\nwell in health; so that I could not help suspecting him of being very\nhypochondriac; for all his late letters to me have been filled with\nlamentations about his various maladies. His wife told me, when I\ncongratulated her on his recovery, that I must not absolutely rely on\nall his accounts of his own diseases. I really think that he is, on the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis house is magnificent. It is in Moray Place, the newest pile of\nbuildings in the town, looking out to the Forth on one side, and to a\ngreen garden on the other. It is really equal to the houses in Grosvenor\nSquare. Fine, however, as is the new quarter of Edinburgh, I decidedly\nprefer the Old Town. There is nothing like it in the island. You have\nbeen there, but you have not seen the town, and no lady ever sees a\ntown. It is only by walking on foot through all corners at all hours", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat cities can be really studied to good purpose. There is a new pillar\nto the memory of Lord Melville; very elegant, and very much better than\nthe man deserved. His statue is at the top, with a wreath on the head\nvery like a nightcap drawn over the eyes. It is impossible to look at\nit without being reminded of the fate which the original most richly\nmerited. But my letter will overflow even the ample limits of a frank,\nif I do not conclude. I hope that you will be properly penitent for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nneglecting such a correspondent when you receive so long a dispatch,\nwritten amidst the bellowing of justices, lawyers, criers, witnesses,\nprisoners, and prisoners' wives and mothers.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLancaster: March 24, 1829.\n\nMy dear Father,--A single line to say that I am at Lancaster. Where you\nall are I have not the very slightest notion. Pray let me hear. That\ndispersion of the Gentiles which our friends the prophets foretell seems\nto have commenced with our family.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEverything here is going on in the common routine. The only things of\npeculiar interest are those which we get from the London papers. All\nminds seem to be perfectly made up as to the certainty of Catholic\nEmancipation having come at last. The feeling of approbation among the\nbarristers is all but unanimous. The quiet townspeople here, as far as I\ncan see, are very well contented. As soon as I arrived I was asked by\nmy landlady how things had gone. I told her the division, which I had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlearned from Brougham at Garstang. She seemed surprised at the majority.\nI asked her if she was against the measure. \"No; she only wished\nthat all Christians would live in peace and charity together.\" A very\nsensible speech, and better than one at least of the members for the\ncounty ever made in his life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI implore you above everything, my dear Father, to keep up your health\nand spirits. Come what may, the conveniences of life, independence,\nour personal respectability, and the exercise of the intellect and the\naffections, we are almost certain of retaining; and everything else is a\nmere superfluity, to be enjoyed, but not to be missed. But I ought to be\nashamed of reading you a lecture on qualities which you are so much more\ncompetent to teach than myself.\n\nEver yours very affectionately\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\n50 Great Ormond Street, London:\n\nJanuary 25, 1830.\n\nMy dear Sir,--I send off by the mail of to-day an article on\nSouthey,--too long, I fear, to meet your wishes, but as short as I could\nmake it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere were, by the bye, in my last article a few omissions made, of no\ngreat consequence in themselves; the longest, I think, a paragraph of\ntwelve or fourteen lines. I should scarcely have thought this worth\nmentioning, as it certainly by no means exceeds the limits of that\neditorial prerogative which I most willingly recognise, but that the\nomissions seemed to me, and to one or two persons who had seen the\narticle in its original state, to be made on a principle which,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhowever sound in itself, does not I think apply to compositions of this\ndescription. The passages omitted were the most pointed and ornamented\nsentences in the review. Now, for high and grave works, a history for\nexample, or a system of political or moral philosophy, Doctor Johnson's\nrule,--that every sentence which the writer thinks fine ought to be cut\nout,--is excellent. But periodical works like ours, which unless they\nstrike at the first reading are not likely to strike at all, whose whole", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlife is a month or two, may, I think, be allowed to be sometimes even\nviciously florid. Probably, in estimating the real value of any tinsel\nwhich I may put upon my articles, you and I should not materially\ndiffer. But it is not by his own taste, but by the taste of the fish,\nthat the angler is determined in his choice of bait.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPerhaps after all I am ascribing to system what is mere accident. Be\nassured, at all events, that what I have said is said in perfect good\nhumour, and indicates no mutinous disposition.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Jews are about to petition Parliament for relief from the absurd\nrestrictions which lie on them,--the last relique of the old system of\nintolerance. I have been applied to by some of them in the name of the\nmanagers of the scheme to write for them in the Edinburgh Review. I\nwould gladly further a cause so good, and you, I think, could have no\nobjection.\n\nEver yours truly\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nBowood: February 20, 1830.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--I am here in a very nice room, with perfect liberty,\nand a splendid library at my command. It seems to be thought desirable\nthat I should stay in the neighbourhood, and pay my compliments to my\nfuture constituents every other day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe house is splendid and elegant, yet more remarkable for comfort\nthan for either elegance or splendour. I never saw any great place so\nthoroughly desirable for a residence. Lord Kerry tells me that his uncle\nleft everything in ruin,--trees cut down, and rooms unfurnished,--and\nsold the library, which was extremely fine. Every book and picture in\nBowood has been bought by the present Lord, and certainly the collection\ndoes him great honour.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am glad that I stayed here. A burgess of some influence, who, at\nthe last election, attempted to get up an opposition to the Lansdowne\ninterest, has just arrived. I called on him this morning, and, though\nhe was a little ungracious at first, succeeded in obtaining his promise.\nWithout him, indeed, my return would have been secure; but both from\nmotives of interest and from a sense of gratitude I think it best to\nleave nothing undone which may tend to keep Lord Lansdowne's influence", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLord Kerry seems to me to be going on well. He has been in very good\ncondition, he says, this week; and hopes to be at the election, and at\nthe subsequent dinner. I do not know when I have taken so much to so\nyoung a man. In general my intimacies have been with my seniors;\nbut Lord Kerry is really quite a favourite of mine,--kind, lively,\nintelligent, modest, with the gentle manners which indicate a long\nintimacy with the best society, and yet without the least affectation.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe have oceans of beer, and mountains of potatoes, for dinner. Indeed,\nLady Lansdowne drank beer most heartily on the only day which she passed\nwith us, and, when I told her laughing that she set me at ease on a\npoint which had given me much trouble, she said that she would never\nsuffer any dandy novelist to rob her of her beer or her cheese.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe question between law and politics is a momentous one. As far as I am\nmyself concerned, I should not hesitate; but the interest of my family\nis also to be considered. We shall see, however, before long what my\nchance of success as a public man may prove to be. At present it would\nclearly be wrong in me to show any disposition to quit my profession.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI hope that you will be on your guard as to what you may say to Brougham\nabout this business. He is so angry at it that he cannot keep his anger\nto himself. I know that he has blamed Lord Lansdowne in the robing-room\nof the Court of King's Bench. The seat ought, he says, to have been\ngiven to another man. If he means Denman, I can forgive, and even\nrespect him, for the feeling which he entertains.\n\nBelieve me ever yours most affectionately\n\nT. B. M.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV. 1830-1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nState of public affairs when Macaulay entered Parliament--\n His maiden speech--The French Revolution of July 1830--\n Macaulay's letters from Paris--The Palais Royal--Lafayette--\n Lardner's Cabinet Cyclopaedia--The new Parliament meets--\n Fall of the Duke of Wellington--Scene with Croker--The\n Reform Bill--Political success--House of Commons life--\n Macaulay's party spirit--Loudon Society--Mr. Thomas Flower\n Ellis--Visit to Cambridge--Rothley Temple--Margaret", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's Journal--Lord Brougham--Hopes of Office--Macaulay\n as a politician--Letters to Hannah Macaulay, Mr. Napier, and\n Mr. Ellis.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTHROUGHOUT the last two centuries of our history there never was a\nperiod when a man conscious of power, impatient of public wrongs, and\nstill young enough to love a fight for its own sake, could have entered\nParliament with a fairer prospect of leading a life worth living, and\ndoing work that would requite the pains, than at the commencement of the\nyear 1830.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn this volume, which only touches politics in order to show to what\nextent Macaulay was a politician, and for how long, controversies cannot\nappropriately be started or revived. This is not the place to enter\ninto a discussion on the vexed question as to whether Mr. Pitt and his\nsuccessors, in pursuing their system of repression, were justified by\nthe necessities of the long French war. It is enough to assert, what few\nor none will deny, that, for the space of more than a generation from", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n1790 onwards, our country had, with a short interval, been governed on\ndeclared reactionary principles. We, in whose days Whigs and Tories have\noften exchanged office, and still more often interchanged policies,\nfind it difficult to imagine what must have been the condition of the\nkingdom, when one and the same party almost continuously held not only\nplace, but power, throughout a period when, to an unexampled degree,\n\"public life was exasperated by hatred, and the charities of private", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlife soured by political aversion.\" [These expressions occur in Lord\nCockburn's Memorials of his Time.] Fear, religion, ambition, and\nself-interest,--everything that could tempt and everything that could\ndeter,--were enlisted on the side of the dominant opinions. To profess\nLiberal views was to be excluded from all posts of emolument, from all\nfunctions of dignity, and from all opportunities of public usefulness.\nThe Whig leaders, while enjoying that security for life and liberty", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich even in the worst days of our recent history has been the reward\nof eminence, were powerless in the Commons and isolated in the Lords. No\nmotive but disinterested conviction kept a handful of veterans steadfast\nround a banner which was never raised except to be swept contemptuously\ndown by the disciplined and overwhelming strength of the ministerial\nphalanx. Argument and oratory were alike unavailing under a constitution\nwhich was indeed a despotism of privilege. The county representation", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof England was an anomaly, and the borough representation little better\nthan a scandal. The constituencies of Scotland, with so much else that\nof right belonged to the public, had got into Dundas's pocket. In the\nyear 1820 all the towns north of Tweed together contained fewer voters\nthan are now on the rolls of the single burgh of Hawick, and all the\ncounties together contained fewer voters than are now on the register of\nRoxburghshire. So small a band of electors was easily manipulated by a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nparty leader who had the patronage of India at his command. The three\nPresidencies were flooded with the sons and nephews of men who were\nlucky enough to have a seat in a Town Council, or a superiority in\na rural district; and fortunate it was for our empire that the\nresponsibilities of that noblest of all careers soon educated young\nIndian Civil Servants into something higher than mere adherents of a\npolitical party.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile the will of the nation was paralysed within the senate, effectual\ncare was taken that its voice should not be heard without. The press was\ngagged in England, and throttled in Scotland. Every speech, or sermon,\nor pamphlet, the substance of which a Crown lawyer could torture into\na semblance of sedition, sent its author to the jail, the hulks, or the\npillory. In any place of resort where an informer could penetrate, men\nspoke their minds at imminent hazard of ruinous fines, and protracted", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimprisonment. It was vain to appeal to Parliament for redress against\nthe tyranny of packed juries, and panic-driven magistrates. Sheridan\nendeavoured to retain for his countrymen the protection of Habeas\nCorpus; but he could only muster forty-one supporters. Exactly as many\nmembers followed Fox into the lobby when he opposed a bill, which,\ninterpreted in the spirit that then actuated our tribunals, made\nattendance at an open meeting summoned for the consideration of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nParliamentary Reform a service as dangerous as night-poaching, and far\nmore dangerous than smuggling. Only ten more than that number\nventured to protest against the introduction of a measure, still more\ninquisitorial in its provisions and ruthless in its penalties, which\nrendered every citizen who gave his attention to the removal of public\ngrievances liable at any moment to find himself in the position of\na criminal;--that very measure in behalf of which Bishop Horsley had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstated in the House of Peers that he did not know what the mass of the\npeople of any country had to do with the laws, except to obey them.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAmidst a population which had once known freedom, and was still fit to\nbe entrusted with it, such a state of matters could not last for ever.\nJustly proud of the immense success that they had bought by their\nresolution, their energy, and their perseverance, the Ministers regarded\nthe fall of Napoleon as a party triumph which could only serve to\nconfirm their power. But the last cannon-shot that was fired on the 18th\nof June, was in truth the death-knell of the golden age of Toryism.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen the passion and ardour of the war gave place to the discontent\nengendered by a protracted period of commercial distress, the opponents\nof progress began to perceive that they had to reckon, not with a small\nand disheartened faction, but with a clear majority of the nation led by\nthe most enlightened, and the most eminent, of its sons. Agitators and\nincendiaries retired into the background, as will always be the case\nwhen the country is in earnest; and statesmen who had much to lose, but", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwere not afraid to risk it, stepped quietly and firmly to the front.\nThe men, and the sons of the men, who had so long endured exclusion from\noffice, embittered by unpopularity, at length reaped their reward. Earl\nGrey, who forty years before had been hooted through the streets\nof North Shields with cries of \"No Popery,\" lived to bear the most\nrespected name in England; and Brougham, whose opinions differed little\nfrom those for expressing which Dr. Priestley in 1791 had his house", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the face of such unanimity of purpose, guided by so much worth and\ntalent, the Ministers lost their nerve, and, like all rulers who do not\npossess the confidence of the governed, began first to make mistakes,\nand then to quarrel among themselves. Throughout the years of Macaulay's\nearly manhood the ice was breaking fast. He was still quite young when\nthe concession of Catholic Emancipation gave a moral shock to the Tory\nparty from which it never recovered until the old order of things had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfinally passed away. [Macaulay was fond of repeating an answer made to\nhim by Lord Clarendon in the year 1829. The young men were talking over\nthe situation, and Macaulay expressed curiosity as to the terms in which\nthe Duke of Wellington would recommend the Catholic Relief Bill to the\nPeers. \"Oh,\" said the other, \"it will be easy enough. He'll say 'My\nlords! Attention! Right about face! March!'\"] It was his fortune to\nenter into other men's labours after the burden and heat of the day had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalready been borne, and to be summoned into the field just as the\nseason was at hand for gathering in a ripe and long-expected harvest of\nbeneficent legislation.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 5th of April, 1830, he addressed the House of Commons on the\nsecond reading of Mr. Robert Grant's bill for the Removal of Jewish\nDisabilities. Sir James Mackintosh rose with him, but Macaulay got the\nadvantage of the preference that has always been conceded to one who\nspeaks for the first time after gaining his seat during the continuance\nof a Parliament;--a privilege which, by a stretch of generosity, is now\nextended to new members who have been returned at a general election.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSir James subsequently took part in the debate; not, as he carefully\nassured his audience, \"to supply any defects in the speech of his\nhonourable friend, for there were none that he could find, but\nprincipally to absolve his own conscience.\" Indeed, Macaulay, addressing\nhimself to his task with an absence of pretension such as never fails\nto conciliate the goodwill of the House towards a maiden speech,\nput clearly and concisely enough the arguments in favour of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbill;--arguments which, obvious, and almost common-place, as they appear\nunder his straightforward treatment, had yet to be repeated during a\nspace of six and thirty years before they commended themselves to the\njudgment of our Upper Chamber.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The power of which you deprive the Jew consists in maces, and gold\nchains, and skins of parchment with pieces of wax dangling from their\nedges. The power which you leave the Jew is the power of principal over\nclerk, of master over servant, of landlord over tenant. As things now\nstand, a Jew may be the richest man in England. He may possess the\nmeans of raising this party and depressing that; of making East Indian\ndirectors; of making members of Parliament. The influence of a Jew may", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe of the first consequence in a war which shakes Europe to the centre.\nHis power may come into play in assisting or thwarting the greatest\nplans of the greatest princes; and yet, with all this confessed,\nacknowledged, undenied, you would have him deprived of power! Does not\nwealth confer power? How are we to permit all the consequences of that\nwealth but one? I cannot conceive the nature of an argument that is to\nbear out such a position. If we were to be called on to revert to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nday when the warehouses of Jews were torn down and pillaged, the\ntheory would be comprehensible. But we have to do with a persecution so\ndelicate that there is no abstract rule for its guidance. You tell us\nthat the Jews have no legal right to power, and I am bound to admit it;\nbut in the same way, three hundred years ago they had no legal right to\nbe in England, and six hundred years ago they had no legal right to the\nteeth in their heads. But, if it is the moral right we are to look at, I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe was on his legs once again, and once only, during his first Session;\ndoing more for future success in Parliament by his silence than he\ncould have effected by half a dozen brilliant perorations. A crisis was\nrapidly approaching when a man gifted with eloquence, who by previous\nself-restraint had convinced the House that he did not speak for\nspeaking's sake, might rise almost in a day to the very summit of\ninfluence and reputation. The country was under the personal rule of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuke of Wellington, who had gradually squeezed out of his Cabinet every\nvestige of Liberalism, and even of independence, and who at last\nstood so completely alone that he was generally supposed to be in more\nintimate communication with Prince Polignac than with any of his own\ncolleagues. The Duke had his own way in the Lords; and on the benches of\nthe Commons the Opposition members were unable to carry, or even visibly\nto improve their prospect of carrying, the measures on which their", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhearts were set. The Reformers were not doing better in the division\nlobby than in 1821; and their question showed no signs of having\nadvanced since the day when it had been thrown over by Pitt on the eve\nof the French Revolution.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut the outward aspect of the situation was very far from answering to\nthe reality. While the leaders of the popular party had been spending\nthemselves in efforts that seemed each more abortive than the\nlast,--dividing only to be enormously outvoted, and vindicating\nwith calmness and moderation the first principles of constitutional\ngovernment only to be stigmatised as the apostles of anarchy,--a mighty\nchange was surely but imperceptibly effecting itself in the collective\nmind of their fellow-countrymen.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"For, while the tired waves, vainly breaking,\n Seem here no painful inch to gain,\n Far back, through creeks and inlets making,\n Comes silent, flooding in, the main.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEvents were at hand, which unmistakably showed how different was the\nEngland of 1830 from the England of 1790. The King died; Parliament was\ndissolved on the 24th of July; and in the first excitement and bustle\nof the elections, while the candidates were still on the roads and the\nwrits in the mailbags, came the news that Paris was in arms. The\ntroops fought as well as Frenchmen ever can be got to fight against\nthe tricolour; but by the evening of the 29th it was all over with the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBourbons. The Minister, whose friendship had reflected such unpopularity\non our own Premier, succumbed to the detestation of the victorious\npeople, and his sacrifice did not save the dynasty. What was passing\namong our neighbours for once created sympathy, and not repulsion,\non this side the Channel. One French Revolution had condemned English\nLiberalism to forty years of subjection, and another was to be the\nsignal which launched it on as long a career of supremacy. Most men", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaid, and all felt, that Wellington must follow Polignac; and the public\ntemper was such as made it well for the stability of our throne that\nit was filled by a monarch who had attracted to himself the hopes and\naffection of the nation, and who shared its preferences and antipathies\nwith regard to the leading statesmen of the day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOne result of political disturbance in any quarter of the globe is to\nfill the scene of action with young members of Parliament, who follow\nRevolutions about Europe as assiduously as Jew brokers attend upon the\nmovements of an invading army. Macaulay, whose re-election for Calne\nhad been a thing of course, posted off to Paris at the end of August,\njourneying by Dieppe and Rouen, and eagerly enjoying a first taste of\ncontinental travel. His letters during the tour were such as, previously", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto the age of railroads, brothers who had not been abroad before used to\nwrite for the edification of sisters who expected never to go abroad at\nall. He describes in minute detail manners and institutions that to us\nare no longer novelties, and monuments which an educated Englishman of\nour time knows as well as Westminster Abbey, and a great deal better\nthan the Tower. Everything that he saw, heard, ate, drank, paid, and\nsuffered, was noted down in his exuberant diction to be read aloud and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"At Rouen,\" he says, \"I was struck by the union of venerable antiquity\nwith extreme liveliness and gaiety. We have nothing of the sort in\nEngland. Till the time of James the First, I imagine, our houses were\nalmost all of wood, and have in consequence disappeared. In York there\nare some very old streets; but they are abandoned to the lowest people,\nand the gay shops are in the newly-built quarter of the town. In London,\nwhat with the fire of 1666, and what with the natural progress of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndemolition and rebuilding, I doubt whether there are fifty houses that\ndate from the Reformation. But in Rouen you have street after street of\nlofty stern-looking masses of stone, with Gothic carvings. The buildings\nare so high, and the ways so narrow, that the sun can scarcely reach the\npavements. Yet in these streets, monastic in their aspect, you have all\nthe glitter of Regent Street or the Burlington Arcade. Rugged and dark,\nabove, below they are a blaze of ribands, gowns, watches, trinkets,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nartificial flowers; grapes, melons, and peaches such as Covent Garden\ndoes not furnish, filling the windows of the fruiterers; showy women\nswimming smoothly over the uneasy stones, and stared at by national\nguards swaggering by in full uniform. It is the Soho Bazaar transplanted\ninto the gloomy cloisters of Oxford.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe writes to a friend just before he started on his tour: \"There is much\nthat I am impatient to see, but two things specially,--the Palais Royal,\nand the man who called me the Aristarchus of Edinburgh.\" Who this person\nmight be, and whether Macaulay succeeded in meeting him, are questions\nwhich his letters leave unsolved; but he must have been a constant\nvisitor at the Palais Royal if the hours that he spent in it bore any\nrelation to the number of pages which it occupies in his correspondence.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe place was indeed well worth a careful study; for in 1830 it was not\nthe orderly and decent bazaar of the Second Empire, but was still that\ncompound of Parnassus and Bohemia which is painted in vivid colours in\nthe \"Grand Homme de Province\" of Balzac,--still the paradise of such\nineffable rascals as Diderot has drawn with terrible fidelity in his\n\"Neveu de Rameau.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"If I were to select the spot in all the earth in which the good and\nevil of civilisation are most strikingly exhibited, in which the arts of\nlife are carried to the highest perfection, and in which all pleasures,\nhigh and low, intellectual and sensual, are collected in the smallest\nspace, I should certainly choose the Palais Royal. It is the Covent\nGarden Piazza, the Paternoster Row, the Vauxhall, the Albion Tavern, the\nBurlington Arcade, the Crockford's the Finish, the Athenaeum of Paris", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nall in one. Even now, when the first dazzling effect has passed off, I\nnever traverse it without feeling bewildered by its magnificent variety.\nAs a great capital is a country in miniature, so the Palais Royal is\na capital in miniature,--an abstract and epitome of a vast community,\nexhibiting at a glance the politeness which adorns its higher ranks,\nthe coarseness of its populace, and the vices and the misery which lie\nunderneath its brilliant exterior. Everything is there, and everybody.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nStatesmen, wits, philosophers, beauties, dandies, blacklegs,\nadventurers, artists, idlers, the king and his court, beggars with\nmatches crying for charity, wretched creatures dying of disease and want\nin garrets. There is no condition of life which is not to be found in\nthis gorgeous and fantastic Fairyland.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay had excellent opportunities for seeing behind the scenes during\nthe closing acts of the great drama that was being played out through\nthose summer months. The Duc de Broglie, then Prime Minister, treated\nhim with marked attention, both as an Englishman of distinction, and as\nhis father's son. He was much in the Chamber of Deputies, and witnessed\nthat strange and pathetic historical revival when, after an interval of\nforty such years as mankind had never known before, the aged La Fayette", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"De La Fayette is so overwhelmed with work that I scarcely knew how\nto deliver even Brougham's letter, which was a letter of business, and\nshould have thought it absurd to send him Mackintosh's, which was a mere\nletter of introduction, I fell in with an English acquaintance who told\nme that he had an appointment with La Fayette, and who undertook to\ndeliver them both. I accepted his offer, for, if I had left them with\nthe porter, ten to one they would never have been opened. I hear that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhundreds of letters are lying in the lodge of the hotel. Every Wednesday\nmorning, from nine to eleven, La Fayette gives audience to anybody who\nwishes to speak with him; but about ten thousand people attend on these\noccasions, and fill, not only the house, but all the courtyard and half\nthe street. La Fayette is Commander in Chief of the National Guard of\nFrance. The number of these troops in Paris alone is upwards of forty\nthousand. The Government find a musket and bayonet; but the uniform,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich costs about ten napoleons, the soldiers provide themselves. All\nthe shopkeepers are enrolled, and I cannot sufficiently admire their\npatriotism. My landlord, Meurice, a man who, I suppose, has realised a\nmillion francs or more, is up one night in four with his firelock doing\nthe duty of a common watchman.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"There is, however, something to be said as an explanation of the zeal\nwith which the bourgeoisie give their time and money to the public. The\narmy received so painful a humiliation in the battles of July that it\nis by no means inclined to serve the new system faithfully. The rabble\nbehaved nobly during the conflict, and have since shown rare humanity\nand moderation. Yet those who remember the former Revolution feel an\nextreme dread of the ascendency of mere multitude and there have been", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsigns, trifling in themselves, but such as may naturally alarm people of\nproperty. Workmen have struck. Machinery has been attacked. Inflammatory\nhandbills have appeared upon the walls. At present all is quiet; but the\nthing may happen, particularly if Polignac and Peyronnet should not be\nput to death. The Peers wish to save them. The lower orders, who have\nhad five or six thousand of their friends and kinsmen butchered by the\nfrantic wickedness of these men, will hardly submit. 'Eh! eh!' said a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfierce old soldier of Napoleon to me the other day. 'L'on dit qu'ils\nseront deportes: mais ne m'en parle pas. Non! non! Coupez-leur le cou.\nSacre! Ca ne passera pas comme ca.'\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"This long political digression will explain to you why Monsieur De La\nFayette is so busy. He has more to do than all the Ministers together.\nHowever, my letters were presented, and he said to my friend that he\nhad a soiree every Tuesday, and should be most happy to see me there.\nI drove to his house yesterday night. Of the interest which the common\nParisians take in politics you may judge by this. I told my driver to\nwait for me, and asked his number. 'Ah! monsieur, c'est un beau numero.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nC'est un brave numero. C'est 221.' You may remember that the number\nof deputies who voted the intrepid address to Charles the Tenth, which\nirritated him into his absurd coup d'etat, was 221. I walked into the\nhotel through a crowd of uniforms, and found the reception-rooms as full\nas they could hold. I was not able to make my way to La Fayette; but\nI was glad to see him. He looks like the brave, honest, simple,\ngood-natured man that he is.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBesides what is quoted above, there is very little of general interest\nin these journal letters; and their publication would serve no purpose\nexcept that of informing the present leader of the Monarchists what\nhis father had for breakfast and dinner during a week of 1830, and of\nenabling him to trace changes in the disposition of the furniture of the\nDe Broglie hotel. \"I believe,\" writes Macaulay, \"that I have given the\ninventory of every article in the Duke's salon. You will think that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHis thoughts and observations on weightier matters he kept for an\narticle on the State of Parties in France which he intended to provide\nfor the October number of the Edinburgh Review. While he was still at\nParis, this arrangement was rescinded by Mr. Napier in compliance\nwith the wish, or the whim, of Brougham; and Macaulay's surprise and\nannoyance vented itself in a burst of indignant rhetoric strong enough\nto have upset a Government. [See on page 142 the letter to Mr. Napier of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSeptember 16, 1831.] His wrath,--or that part of it, at least, which was\ndirected against the editor,--did not survive an interchange of letters;\nand he at once set to work upon turning his material into the shape of a\nvolume for the series of Lardner's Cabinet Cyclopaedia, under the title\nof \"The History of France, from the Restoration of the Bourbons to\nthe Accession of Louis Philippe.\" Ten years ago proofs of the first\neighty-eight pages were found in Messrs. Spottiswoode's printing office,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith a note on the margin to the effect that most of the type was broken\nup before the sheets had been pulled. The task, as far as it went, was\nfaithfully performed; but the author soon arrived at the conclusion that\nhe might find a more profitable investment for his labour. With his head\nfull of Reform, Macaulay was loth to spend in epitomising history the\ntime and energy that would be better employed in helping to make it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen the new Parliament met on the 26th of October it was already\nevident that the Government was doomed. Where the elections were open,\nReform had carried the day. Brougham was returned for Yorkshire, a\nconstituency of tried independence, which before 1832 seldom failed\nto secure the triumph of a cause into whose scale it had thrown its\nenormous weight. The counties had declared for the Whigs by a majority\nof eight to five, and the great cities by a majority of eight to one.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOf the close boroughs in Tory hands many were held by men who had not\nforgotten Catholic Emancipation, and who did not mean to pardon their\nleaders until they had ceased to be Ministers.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the debate on the Address the Duke of Wellington uttered his famous\ndeclaration that the Legislature possessed, and deserved to possess,\nthe full and entire confidence of the country; that its existing\nconstitution was not only practically efficient but theoretically\nadmirable; and that, if he himself had to frame a system of\nrepresentation, he should do his best to imitate so excellent a model,\nthough he admitted that the nature of man was incapable at a single", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neffort of attaining to such mature perfection. His bewildered colleagues\ncould only assert in excuse that their chief was deaf, and wish that\neverybody else had been deaf too. The second ministerial feat was of a\npiece with the first. Their Majesties had accepted an invitation to dine\nat Guildhall on the 9th of November. The Lord Mayor elect informed the\nHome Office that there was danger of riot, and the Premier, (who could\nnot be got to see that London was not Paris because his own political", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncreed happened to be much the same as Prince Polignac's,) advised the\nKing to postpone his visit to the City, and actually talked of putting\nLombard Street and Cheapside in military occupation. Such a step taken\nat such a time by such a man had its inevitable result. Consols, which\nthe Duke's speech on the Address had brought from 84 to 80, fell to 77\nin an hour and a half; jewellers and silversmiths sent their goods to\nthe banks; merchants armed their clerks and barricaded their warehouses;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand, when the panic subsided, fear only gave place to the shame and\nannoyance which a loyal people, whose loyalty was at that moment more\nactive than ever, experienced from the reflection that all Europe was\ndiscussing the reasons why our King could not venture to dine in public\nwith the Chief Magistrate of his own capital. A strong Minister, who\nsends the funds down seven per cent. in as many days, is an anomaly that\nno nation will consent to tolerate; the members of the Cabinet looked", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nforward with consternation to a scheme of Reform which, with the\napprobation of his party, Brougham had undertaken to introduce on the\n15th of November; and when, within twenty-four hours of the dreaded\ndebate, they were defeated on a motion for a committee on the Civil\nList, their relief at having obtained an excuse for retiring at least\nequalled that which the country felt at getting rid of them.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEarl Grey came in, saying, (and meaning what he said,) that the\nprinciples on which he stood were \"amelioration of abuses, promotion\nof economy, and the endeavour to preserve peace consistently with the\nhonour of the country.\" Brougham, who was very sore at having been\nforced to postpone his notice on Reform on account of the ministerial\ncrisis, had gratuitously informed the House of Commons on two successive\ndays that he had no intention of taking office. A week later on he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naccepted the Chancellorship with an inconsistency which his friends\nreadily forgave, for they knew that, when he resolved to join\nthe Cabinet, he was thinking more of his party than of himself; a\nconsideration that naturally enough only sharpened the relish with which\nhis adversaries pounced upon this first of his innumerable scrapes. When\nthe new writ for Yorkshire was moved, Croker commented sharply on the\nposition in which the Chancellor was placed, and remarked that he had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noften heard Brougham declare that \"the characters of public men formed\npart of the wealth of England;\"--a reminiscence which was delivered with\nas much gravity and unction as if it had been Mackintosh discoursing on\nRomilly. Unfortunately for himself, Croker ruined his case by referring\nto a private conversation, an error which the House of Commons always\ntakes at least an evening to forgive; and Macaulay had his audience with\nhim as he vindicated the absent orator with a generous warmth, which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nat length carried him so far that he was interrupted by a call to order\nfrom the Chair. \"The noble Lord had but a few days for deliberation,\nand that at a time when great agitation prevailed, and when the country\nrequired a strong and efficient Ministry to conduct the government of\nthe State. At such a period a few days are as momentous as months would\nbe at another period. It is not by the clock that we should measure the\nimportance of the changes that might take place during such an interval.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI owe no allegiance to the noble Lord who has been transferred to\nanother place; but as a member of this House I cannot banish from my\nmemory the extraordinary eloquence of that noble person within these\nwalls,--an eloquence which has left nothing equal to it behind; and when\nI behold the departure of the great man from amongst us, and when I see\nthe place in which he sat, and from which he has so often astonished\nus by the mighty powers of his mind, occupied this evening by the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhonourable member who has commenced this debate, I cannot express the\nfeelings and emotions to which such circumstances give rise.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nParliament adjourned over Christmas; and on the 1st of March 1831 Lord\nJohn Russell introduced the Reform Bill amidst breathless silence,\nwhich was at length broken by peals of contemptuous laughter from the\nOpposition benches, as he read the list of the hundred and ten boroughs\nwhich were condemned to partial or entire disfranchisement. Sir Robert\nInglis led the attack upon a measure that he characterised as Revolution\nin the guise of a statute. Next morning as Sir Robert was walking into", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntown over Westminster Bridge, he told his companion that up to the\nprevious night he had been very anxious, but that his fears were now\nat an end, inasmuch as the shock caused by the extravagance of the\nministerial proposals would infallibly bring the country to its senses.\nOn the evening of that day Macaulay made the first of his Reform\nspeeches. When he sat down the Speaker sent for him, and told him that\nin all his prolonged experience he had never seen the House in such a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstate of excitement. Even at this distance of time it is impossible to\nread aloud the last thirty sentences without an emotion which suggests\nto the mind what must have been their effect when declaimed by one who\nfelt every word that he spoke, in the midst of an assembly agitated by\nhopes and apprehensions such as living men have never known, or have\nlong forgotten. [\"The question of Parliamentary Reform is still behind.\nBut signs, of which it is impossible to misconceive the import, do most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nclearly indicate that, unless that question also be speedily settled,\nproperty, and order, and all the institutions of this great monarchy,\nwill be exposed to fearful peril. Is it possible that gentlemen long\nversed in high political affairs cannot read these signs? Is it possible\nthat they can really believe that the Representative system of England,\nsuch as it now is, will last to the year 1860? If not, for what would\nthey have us wait? Would they have us wait, merely that we may show to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nall the world how little we have profited by our own recent experience?\nWould they have us wait, that we may once again hit the exact point\nwhere we can neither refuse with authority, nor concede with grace?\nWould they have us wait, that the numbers of the discontented party may\nbecome larger, its demands higher, its feelings more acrimonious, its\norganisation more complete? Would they have us wait till the whole\ntragicomedy of 1827 has been acted over again? till they have been", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbrought into office by a cry of 'No Reform,' to be reformers, as they\nwere once before brought into office by a cry of 'No Popery', to be\nemancipators? Have they obliterated from their minds--gladly, perhaps,\nwould some among them obliterate from their minds--the transactions\nof that year? And have they forgotten all the transactions of the\nsucceeding year? Have they forgotten how the spirit of liberty in\nIreland, debarred from its natural outlet, found a vent by forbidden", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npassages? Have they forgotten how we were forced to indulge the\nCatholics in all the license of rebels, merely because we chose\nto withhold from them the liberties of subjects? Do they wait for\nassociations more formidable than that of the Corn Exchange, for\ncontributions larger than the Rent, for agitators more violent than\nthose who, three years ago, divided with the King and the Parliament\nthe sovereignty of Ireland? Do they wait for that last and most dreadful", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nparoxysm of popular rage, for that last and most cruel test of military\nfidelity? Let them wait, if their past experience shall induce them to\nthink that any high honour or any exquisite pleasure is to be obtained\nby a policy like this. Let them wait, if this strange and fearful\ninfatuation be indeed upon them, that they should not see with their\neyes, or hear with their ears, or understand with their heart. But let\nus know our interest and our duty better. Turn where we may, within,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naround, the voice of great events is proclaiming to us, Reform, that\nyou may preserve. Now, therefore, while everything at home and abroad\nforebodes ruin to those who persist in a hopeless struggle against the\nspirit of the age, now, while the crash of the proudest throne of the\nContinent is still resounding in our ears, now, while the roof of a\nBritish palace affords an ignominious shelter to the exiled heir of\nforty kings, now, while we see on every side ancient institutions", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsubverted, and great societies dissolved, now, while the heart of\nEngland is still sound, now, while old feelings and old associations\nretain a power and a charm which may too soon pass away, now, in this\nyour accepted time, now, in this your day of salvation, take counsel,\nnot of prejudice, not of party spirit, not of the ignominious pride of\na fatal consistency, but of history, of reason, of the ages which are\npast, of the signs of this most portentous time. Pronounce in a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmanner worthy of the expectation with which this great debate has been\nanticipated, and of the long remembrance which it will leave behind.\nRenew the youth of the State. Save property, divided against itself.\nSave the multitude, endangered by its own ungovernable passions.\nSave the aristocracy, endangered by its own unpopular power. Save the\ngreatest, the fairest, and most highly civilised community that ever\nexisted, from calamities which may in a few days sweep away all the rich", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nheritage of so many ages of wisdom and glory. The danger is terrible.\nThe time is short. If this bill should be rejected, I pray to God that\nnone of those who concur in rejecting it may ever remember their votes\nwith unavailing remorse, amidst the wreck of laws, the confusion\nof ranks, the spoliation of property, and the dissolution of social\norder.\"] Sir Thomas Denman, who rose later on in the discussion, said,\nwith universal acceptance, that the orator's words remained tingling in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe ears of all who heard them, and would last in their memories as\nlong as they had memories to employ. That sense of proprietorship in an\neffort of genius, which the House of Commons is ever ready to entertain,\neffaced for a while all distinctions of party. \"Portions of the speech,\"\nsaid Sir Robert Peel, \"were as beautiful as anything I have ever heard\nor read. It reminded one of the old times.\" The names of Fox, Burke,\nand Canning were during that evening in everybody's mouth; and Macaulay", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noverheard with delight a knot of old members illustrating their\ncriticisms by recollections of Lord Plunket. He had reason to be\npleased; for he had been thought worthy of the compliment which the\njudgment of Parliament reserves for a supreme occasion. In 1866, on the\nsecond reading of the Franchise Bill, when the crowning oration of that\nmemorable debate had come to its close amidst a tempest of applause,\none or two veterans of the lobby, forgetting Macaulay on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nReform,--forgetting, it may be, Mr. Gladstone himself on the\nConservative Budget of 1852,--pronounced, amidst the willing assent of a\nyounger generation, that there had been nothing like it since Plunket.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe unequivocal success of the first speech into which he had thrown his\nfull power decided for some time to come the tenor of Macaulay's career.\nDuring the next three years he devoted himself to Parliament, rivalling\nStanley in debate, and Hume in the regularity of his attendance. He\nentered with zest into the animated and manysided life of the House of\nCommons, of which so few traces can ordinarily be detected in what goes\nby the name of political literature. The biographers of a distinguished", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstatesman too often seem to have forgotten that the subject of their\nlabours passed the best part of his waking hours, during the half of\nevery year, in a society of a special and deeply marked character, the\nleading traits of which are at least as well worth recording as the\nfashionable or diplomatic gossip that fills so many volumes of memoirs\nand correspondence. Macaulay's letters sufficiently indicate how\nthoroughly he enjoyed the ease, the freedom, the hearty good-fellowship,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat reign within the precincts of our national senate; and how entirely\nhe recognised that spirit of noble equality, so prevalent among its\nmembers, which takes little or no account of wealth, or title, or indeed\nof reputation won in other fields, but which ranks a man according as\nthe value of his words, and the weight of his influence, bear the test\nof a standard which is essentially its own.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn February 1831 he writes to Whewell: \"I am impatient for Praed's\ndebut. The House of Commons is a place in which I would not promise\nsuccess to any man. I have great doubts even about Jeffrey. It is the\nmost peculiar audience in the world. I should say that a man's being\na good writer, a good orator at the bar, a good mob-orator, or a good\norator in debating clubs, was rather a reason for expecting him to fail\nthan for expecting him to succeed in the House of Commons. A place where", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWalpole succeeded and Addison failed; where Dundas succeeded and Burke\nfailed; where Peel now succeeds and where Mackintosh fails; where\nErskine and Scarlett were dinner-bells; where Lawrence and Jekyll, the\ntwo wittiest men, or nearly so, of their time, were thought bores, is\nsurely a very strange place. And yet I feel the whole character of the\nplace growing upon me. I begin to like what others about me like, and to\ndisapprove what they disapprove. Canning used to say that the House, as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe readers of Macaulay's letters will, from time to time, find reason\nto wish that the young Whig of 1830 had more frequently practised that\nstudied respect for political opponents, which now does so much to\ncorrect the intolerance of party among men who can be adversaries\nwithout ceasing to regard each other as colleagues. But this honourable\nsentiment was the growth of later days; and, at an epoch when the system\nof the past and the system of the future were night after night in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndeadly wrestle on the floor of St. Stephen's, the combatants were apt\nto keep their kindliness, and even their courtesies, for those with whom\nthey stood shoulder to shoulder in the fray. Politicians, Conservative\nand Liberal alike, who were themselves young during the Sessions of 1866\nand 1867, and who can recall the sensations evoked by a contest of which\nthe issues were far less grave and the passions less strong than of\nyore, will make allowances for one who, with the imagination of a poet", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand the temperament of an orator, at thirty years old was sent straight\ninto the thickest of the tumult which then raged round the standard of\nReform, and will excuse him for having borne himself in that battle of\ngiants as a determined and a fiery partisan.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf to live intensely be to live happily, Macaulay had an enviable lot\nduring those stirring years; and, if the old songwriters had reason\non their side when they celebrated the charms of a light purse, he\ncertainly possessed that element of felicity. Among the earliest\neconomical reforms undertaken by the new Government was a searching\nrevision of our Bankruptcy jurisdiction, in the course of which\nhis Commissionership was swept away, without leaving him a penny of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncompensation. \"I voted for the Bankruptcy Court Bill,\" he said in answer\nto an inquisitive constituent. \"There were points in that Bill of\nwhich I did not approve, and I only refrained from stating those points\nbecause an office of my own was at stake.\" When this source fell dry he\nwas for a while a poor man; for a member of Parliament, who has others\nto think of besides himself, is anything but rich on sixty or seventy\npounds a quarter as the produce of his pen, and a college income which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhas only a few more months to run. At a time when his Parliamentary fame\nstood at its highest he was reduced to sell the gold medals which he had\ngained at Cambridge; but he was never for a moment in debt; nor did he\npublish a line prompted by any lower motive than the inspiration of his\npolitical faith, or the instinct of his literary genius. He had none but\npleasant recollections connected with the period when his fortunes were\nat their lowest. From the secure prosperity of after life he delighted", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin recalling the time when, after cheering on the fierce debate for\ntwelve or fifteen hours together, he would walk home by daylight to his\nchambers, and make his supper on a cheese which was a present from\none of his Wiltshire constituents, and a glass of the audit ale which\nreminded him that he was still a fellow of Trinity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWith political distinction came social success, more rapid and more\nsubstantial, perhaps, than has ever been achieved by one who took so\nlittle trouble to win or to retain it. The circumstances of the time\nwere all in his favour. Never did our higher circles present so much\nthat would attract a new-comer, and never was there more readiness to\nadmit within them all who brought the honourable credentials of talent\nand celebrity. In 1831 the exclusiveness of birth was passing away, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe exclusiveness of fashion had not set in. The Whig party, during\nits long period of depression, had been drawn together by the bonds\nof common hopes, and endeavours, and disappointments; and personal\nreputation, whether literary, political, or forensic, held its own as\nagainst the advantages of rank and money to an extent that was never\nknown before, and never since. Macaulay had been well received in the\ncharacter of an Edinburgh Reviewer, and his first great speech in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHouse of Commons at once opened to him all the doors in London that were\nbest worth entering. Brought up, as he had been, in a household which\nwas perhaps the strictest and the homeliest among a set of families\nwhose creed it was to live outside the world, it put his strength of\nmind to the test when he found himself courted and observed by the\nmost distinguished and the most formidable personages of the day. Lady\nHolland listened to him with unwonted deference, and scolded him with a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncircumspection that was in itself a compliment. Rogers spoke of him with\nfriendliness, and to him with positive affection, and gave him the last\nproof of his esteem and admiration by asking him to name the morning for\na breakfast-party. He was treated with almost fatherly kindness by the\nable and worthy man who is still remembered by the name of Conversation\nSharp. Indeed, his deference for the feelings of all whom he liked\nand respected, which an experienced observer could detect beneath the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neagerness of his manner and the volubility of his talk, made him a\nfavourite among those of a generation above his own. He bore his honours\nquietly, and enjoyed them with the natural and hearty pleasure of a man\nwho has a taste for society, but whose ambitions lie elsewhere. For the\nspace of three seasons he dined out almost nightly, and spent many of\nhis Sundays in those suburban residences which, as regards the company\nand the way of living, are little else than sections of London removed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBefore very long his habits and tastes began to incline in the direction\nof domesticity, and even of seclusion; and, indeed, at every period of\nhis life he would gladly desert the haunts of those whom Pope and\nhis contemporaries used to term \"the great,\" to seek the cheerful and\ncultured simplicity of his home, or the conversation of that one friend\nwho had a share in the familiar confidence which Macaulay otherwise\nreserved for his nearest relatives. This was Mr. Thomas Flower Ellis,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhose reports of the proceedings in King's Bench, extending over a whole\ngeneration, have established and perpetuated his name as that of an\nacute and industrious lawyer. He was older than Macaulay by four years.\nThough both Fellows of the same college, they missed each other at the\nuniversity, and it was not until 1827, on the Northern circuit, that\ntheir acquaintance began. \"Macaulay has joined,\" writes Mr. Ellis; \"an\namusing person; somewhat boyish in his manner, but very original.\" The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyoung barristers had in common an insatiable love of the classics;\nand similarity of character, not very perceptible on the surface, soon\nbrought about an intimacy which ripened into an attachment as important\nto the happiness of both concerned as ever united two men through every\nstage of life and vicissitude of fortune. Mr. Ellis had married early;\nbut in 1839 he lost his wife, and Macaulay's helpful and heartfelt\nparticipation in his great sorrow riveted the links of a chain that was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe letters contained in this volume will tell, better than the words\nof any third person, what were the points of sympathy between the two\ncompanions, and in what manner they lived together till the end came.\nMr. Ellis survived his friend little more than a year; not complaining\nor lamenting but going about his work like a man from whose day the\nlight has departed.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBrief and rare were the vacations of the most hard-worked Parliament\nthat had sat since the times of Pym and Hampden. In the late autumn of\n1831, the defeat of the Reform Bill in the House of Lords delivered\nover the country to agitation, resentment, and alarm; and gave a short\nholiday to public men who were not Ministers, magistrates, or officers\nin the yeomanry. Hannah and Margaret Macaulay accompanied their brother\non a visit to Cambridge, where they met with the welcome which young", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"On the evening that we arrived,\" says Lady Trevelyan, \"we met at dinner\nWhewell, Sedgwick, Airy, and Thirlwail and how pleasant they were,\nand how much they made of us two happy girls, who were never tired of\nseeing, and hearing and admiring! We breakfasted, lunched, and dined\nwith one or the other of the set during our stay, and walked about the\ncolleges all day with the whole train. [A reminiscence from that week of\nrefined and genial hospitality survives in the Essay on Madame d'Arblay.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe reception which Miss Burney would have enjoyed at Oxford, if she had\nvisited it otherwise than as an attendant on Royalty, is sketched off\nwith all the writer's wonted spirit, and more than his wonted grace.]\nWhewell was then tutor; rougher, but less pompous, and much more\nagreeable, than in after years; though I do not think that he ever\ncordially liked your uncle. We then went on to Oxford, which from\nknowing no one there seemed terribly dull to us by comparison with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring the first half of his life Macaulay spent some months of every\nyear at the seat of his uncle, Mr. Babington, who kept open house for\nhis nephews and nieces throughout the summer and autumn. Rothley Temple,\nwhich lies in a valley beyond the first ridge that separates the flat\nunattractive country immediately round Leicester from the wild and\nbeautiful scenery of Charnwood Forest, is well worth visiting as a\nsingularly unaltered specimen of an old English home. The stately trees;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe grounds, half park and half meadow; the cattle grazing up to the\nvery windows; the hall, with its stone pavement rather below than above\nthe level of the soil, hung with armour rude and rusty enough to dispel\nthe suspicion of its having passed through a collector's hands; the low\nceilings; the dark oak wainscot, carved after primitive designs, that\ncovered every inch of wall in bedroom and corridor; the general air\nwhich the whole interior presented of having been put to rights at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe date of the Armada and left alone ever since;--all this antiquity\ncontrasted quaintly, but prettily enough, with the youth and gaiety that\nlit up every corner of the ever-crowded though comfortable mansion. In\nwet weather there was always a merry group sitting on the staircase, or\nmarching up and down the gallery; and, wherever the noise and fun were\nmost abundant, wherever there was to be heard the loudest laughter and\nthe most vehement expostulation, Macaulay was the centre of a circle", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich was exclaiming at the levity of his remarks about the Blessed\nMartyr; disputing with him on the comparative merits of Pascal, Racine,\nCorneille, Moliere, and Boileau or checking him as he attempted to\njustify his godparents by running off a list of all the famous Thomases\nin history. The place is full of his memories. His favourite walk was a\nmile of field-road and lane which leads from the house to a lodge on\nthe highway; and his favourite point of view in that walk was a slight", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nacclivity, whence the traveller from Leicester catches his first sight\nof Rothley Temple, with its background of hill and greenwood. He is\nremembered as sitting at the window in the hall, reading Dante to\nhimself, or translating it aloud as long as any listener cared to remain\nwithin ear-shot. He occupied, by choice, a very small chamber on the\nground floor, through the window of which he could escape unobserved\nwhile afternoon callers were on their way between the front door and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndrawing-room. On such occasions he would take refuge in a boat moored\nunder the shade of some fine oaks which still exist, though the\nornamental water on whose bank they stood has since been converted into\ndry land.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA journal kept at intervals by Margaret Macaulay, some extracts from\nwhich have here been arranged in the form of a continuous narrative,\naffords a pleasant and faithful picture of her brother's home-life\nduring the years 1831 and 1832. With an artless candour, from which his\nreputation will not suffer, she relates the alternations of hope and\ndisappointment through which the young people passed when it began to be\na question whether or not he would be asked to join the Administration.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I think I was about twelve when I first became very fond of my brother,\nand from that time my affection for him has gone on increasing during a\nperiod of seven years. I shall never forget my delight and enchantment\nwhen I first found that he seemed to like talking to me. His manner was\nvery flattering to such a child, for he always took as much pains to\namuse me, and to inform me on anything I wished to know, as ho could\nhave done to the greatest person in the land. I have heard him express", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreat disgust towards those people who, lively and agreeable abroad, are\na dead weight in the family circle. I think the remarkable clearness\nof his style proceeds in some measure from the habit of conversing with\nvery young people, to whom he has a great deal to explain and impart.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"He reads his works to us in the manuscript, and, when we find fault, as\nI very often do with his being too severe upon people, he takes it with\nthe greatest kindness, and often alters what we do not like. I hardly\never, indeed, met with a sweeter temper than his. He is rather hasty,\nand when he has not time for an instant's thought, he will sometimes\nreturn a quick answer, for which he will be sorry the moment he has said\nit. But in a conversation of any length, though it may be on subjects", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat touch him very nearly, and though the person with whom he converses\nmay be very provoking and extremely out of temper, I never saw him lose\nhis. He never uses this superiority, as some do, for the purpose\nof irritating another still more by coolness; but speaks in a kind,\ngood-natured manner, as if he wished to bring the other back to temper\nwithout appearing to notice that he had lost it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"He at one time took a very punning turn, and we laid a wager in books,\nmy Mysteries of Udolpho against his German Theatre, that he could not\nmake two hundred puns in one evening. He did it, however, in two hours,\nand, although they were of course most of them miserably bad, yet it was\na proof of great quickness.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Saturday, February 26, 1831--At dinner we talked of the Grants. Tom\nsaid he had found Mr. Robert Grant walking about in the lobbies of the\nHouse of Commons, and saying that he wanted somebody to defend his place\nin the Government, which he heard was going to be attacked. 'What did\nyou say to him?' we asked. 'Oh, I said nothing; but, if they'll give me\nthe place, I'll defend it. When I am Judge Advocate, I promise you that\nI will not go about asking anyone to defend me.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"After dinner we played at capping verses, and after that at a game in\nwhich one of the party thinks of something for the others to guess at.\nTom gave the slug that killed Perceval, the lemon that Wilkes squeezed\nfor Doctor Johnson, the pork-chop which Thurtell ate after he had\nmurdered Weare, and Sir Charles Macarthy's jaw which was sent by the\nAshantees as a present to George the Fourth.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Some one mentioned an acquaintance who had gone to the West Indies,\nhoping to make money, but had only ruined the complexions of his\ndaughters. Tom said:\n\n Mr. Walker was sent to Berbice\n By the greatest of statesmen and earls.\n He went to bring back yellow boys,\n But he only brought back yellow girls.\n\n\"I never saw anything like the fun and humour that kindles in his eye\nwhen a repartee or verse is working in his brain.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"March 3, 1831.--Yesterday morning Hannah and I walked part of the way\nto his chambers with Tom, and, as we separated, I remember wishing him\ngood luck and success that night. He went through it most triumphantly,\nand called down upon himself admiration enough to satisfy even his\nsister. I like so much the manner in which he receives compliments. He\ndoes not pretend to be indifferent, but smiles in his kind and animated\nway, with 'I am sure it is very kind of you to say so,' or something of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat nature. His voice from cold and over-excitement got quite into a\nscream towards the last part. A person told him that he had not heard\nsuch speaking since Fox. 'You have not heard such screaming since Fox,'\nhe said.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"March 24, 1831.--By Tom's account, there never was such a scene of\nagitation as the House of Commons presented at the passing of the\nsecond reading of the Reform Bill the day before yesterday, or rather\nyesterday, for they did not divide till three or four in the morning.\nWhen dear Tom came the next day he was still very much excited, which I\nfound to my cost, for when I went out to walk with him he walked so very\nfast that I could scarcely keep up with him at all. With sparkling", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"'I suppose the Ministers are all in high spirits,' said Mamma. 'In\nspirits, Ma'am? I'm sure I don't know. In bed, I'll answer for it.'\nMamma asked him for franks, that she might send his speech to a lady\n[This lady was Mrs. Hannah More.] who, though of high Tory principles,\nis very fond of Tom, and has left him in her will her valuable library.\n'Oh, no,' he said, 'don't send it. If you do, she'll cut me off with a\nprayer-book.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Tom is very much improved in his appearance during the last two or\nthree years. His figure is not so bad for a man of thirty as for a man\nof twenty-two. He dresses better, and his manners, from seeing a great\ndeal of society, are very much improved. When silent and occupied in\nthought, walking up and down the room as he always does, his hands\nclenched and muscles working with the intense exertion of his\nmind, strangers would think his countenance stern; but I remember a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwriting-master of ours, when Tom had come into the room and left it\nagain, saying, 'Ladies, your brother looks like a lump of good-humour!'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"March 30, 1831--Tom has just left me, after a very interesting\nconversation. He spoke of his extreme idleness. He said: 'I never knew\nsuch an idle man as I am. When I go in to Empson or Ellis their tables\nare always covered with books and papers. I cannot stick at anything for\nabove a day or two. I mustered industry enough to teach myself Italian.\nI wish to speak Spanish. I know I could master the difficulties in a\nweek, and read any book in the language at the end of a month, but", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I said that I was surprised at the great accuracy of his information,\nconsidering how desultory his reading had been. 'My accuracy as to\nfacts,' he said, 'I owe to a cause which many men would not confess.\nIt is due to my love of castle-building. The past is in my mind soon\nconstructed into a romance.' He then went on to describe the way in\nwhich from his childhood his imagination had been filled by the study of\nhistory. 'With a person of my turn,' he said, 'the minute touches are of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas great interest, and perhaps greater, than the most important events.\nSpending so much time as I do in solitude, my mind would have rusted\nby gazing vacantly at the shop windows. As it is, I am no sooner in\nthe streets than I am in Greece, in Rome, in the midst of the French\nRevolution. Precision in dates, the day or hour in which a man was born\nor died, becomes absolutely necessary. A slight fact, a sentence, a\nword, are of importance in my romance. Pepys's Diary formed almost", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninexhaustible food for my fancy. I seem to know every inch of Whitehall.\nI go in at Hans Holbein's gate, and come out through the matted gallery.\nThe conversations which I compose between great people of the time are\nlong, and sufficiently animated; in the style, if not with the merits,\nof Sir Walter Scott's. The old parts of London, which you are sometimes\nsurprised at my knowing so well, those old gates and houses down by the\nriver, have all played their part in my stories.' He spoke, too, of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe manner in which he used to wander about Paris, weaving tales of the\nRevolution, and he thought that he owed his command of language greatly\nto this habit.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I am very sorry that the want both of ability and memory should prevent\nmy preserving with greater truth a conversation which interested me very\nmuch.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"May 21, 1831.--Tom was from London at the time my mother's death\noccurred, and things fell out in such a manner that the first\ninformation he received of it was from the newspapers. He came home\ndirectly. He was in an agony of distress, and gave way at first to\nviolent bursts of feeling. During the whole of the week he was with\nus all day, and was the greatest comfort to us imaginable. He talked a\ngreat deal of our sorrow, and led the conversation by degrees to other", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsubjects, bearing the whole burden of it himself and interesting us\nwithout jarring with the predominant feeling of the time. I never saw\nhim appear to greater advantage--never loved him more dearly.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"September 1831.--Of late we have walked a good deal. I remember pacing\nup and down Brunswick Square and Lansdowne Place for two hours one day,\ndeep in the mazes of the most subtle metaphysics;--up and down\nCork Street, engaged over Dryden's poetry and the great men of that\ntime;--making jokes all the way along Bond Street, and talking politics\neverywhere.\n\n\"Walking in the streets with Tom and Hannah, and talking about the hard\nwork the heads of his party had got now, I said:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"'How idle they must think you, when they meet you here in the busy\npart of the day!' 'Yes, here I am,' said he, 'walking with two unidea'd\ngirls. [Boswell relates in his tenth chapter how Johnson scolded Langton\nfor leaving \"his social friends, to go and sit with a set of wretched\nunidea'd girls.\"] However, if one of the Ministry says to me, \"Why walk\nyou here all the day idle?\" I shall say, \"Because no man has hired me.\"'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"We talked of eloquence, which he has often compared to fresco-painting:\nthe result of long study and meditation, but at the moment of execution\nthrown off with the greatest rapidity; what has apparently been the work\nof a few hours being destined to last for ages.\n\n\"Mr. Tierney said he was sure Sir Philip Francis had written Junius, for\nhe was the proudest man he ever knew, and no one ever heard of anything\nhe had done to be proud of.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"November 14, 1831, half-past-ten.--On Friday last Lord Grey sent for\nTom. His note was received too late to be acted on that day. On\nSaturday came another, asking him to East Sheen on that day, or Sunday.\nYesterday, accordingly, he went, and stayed the night, promising to be\nhere as early as possible to-day. So much depends upon the result of\nthis visit! That he will be offered a place I have not the least doubt.\nHe will refuse a Lordship of the Treasury, a Lordship of the Admiralty,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor the Mastership of the Ordnance. He will accept the Secretaryship\nof the Board of Control, but will not thank them for it; and would not\naccept that, but that he thinks it will be a place of importance during\nthe approaching discussions on the East Indian monopoly.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"If he gets a sufficient salary, Hannah and I shall most likely live\nwith him. Can I possibly look forward to anything happier? I cannot\nimagine a course of life that would suit him better than thus to enjoy\nthe pleasures of domestic life without its restraints; with sufficient\nbusiness, but not, I hope, too much.\n\n\"At one o'clock he came. I went out to meet him. 'I have nothing to\ntell you. Nothing. Lord Grey sent for me to speak about a matter of\nimportance, which must be strictly private.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"November 27.--I am just returned from a long walk, during which the\nconversation turned entirely on one subject. After a little previous\ntalk about a certain great personage, [The personage was Lord Brougham,\nwho at this time was too formidable for the poor girl to venture to\nwrite his name at length even in a private journal.] I asked Tom when\nthe present coolness between them began. He said: 'Nothing could exceed\nmy respect and admiration for him in early days. I saw at that time", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nprivate letters in which he spoke highly of my articles, and of me as\nthe most rising man of the time. After a while, however, I began to\nremark that he became extremely cold to me, hardly ever spoke to me on\ncircuit, and treated me with marked slight. If I were talking to a man,\nif he wished to speak to him on politics or anything else that was not\nin any sense a private matter, he always drew him away from me instead\nof addressing us both. When my article on Hallam came out, he complained", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto Jeffrey that I took up too much of the Review; and, when my first\narticle on Mill appeared, he foamed with rage, and was very angry with\nJeffrey for having printed it.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"'On the contrary,' said Tom, 'he had attacked them fiercely himself;\nbut he thought I had made a hit, and was angry accordingly. When a\nfriend of mine defended my articles to him, he said: \"I know nothing of\nthe articles. I have not read Macaulay's articles.\" What can be imagined\nmore absurd than his keeping up an angry correspondence with Jeffrey\nabout articles he has never read? Well, the next thing was that Jeffrey,\nwho was about to give up the editorship, asked me if I would take it. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaid that I would gladly do so, if they would remove the headquarters of\nthe Review to London. Jeffrey wrote to him about it. He disapproved of\nit so strongly that the plan was given up. The truth was that he felt\nthat his power over the Review diminished as mine increased, and he saw\nthat he would have little indeed if I were editor.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"'I then came into Parliament. I do not complain that he should have\npreferred Denman's claims to mine, and that he should have blamed Lord\nLansdowne for not considering him. I went to take my seat. As I turned\nfrom the table at which I had been taking the oaths, he stood as near\nto me as you do now, and he cut me dead. We never spoke in the House,\nexcepting once, that I can remember, when a few words passed between\nus in the lobby. I have sat close to him when many men of whom I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nknew nothing have introduced themselves to me to shake hands, and\ncongratulate me after making a speech, and he has never said a single\nword. I know that it is jealousy, because I am not the first man whom he\nhas used in this way. During the debate on the Catholic claims he was\nso enraged because Lord Plunket had made a very splendid display, and\nbecause the Catholics had chosen Sir Francis Burdett instead of him to\nbring the Bill forward, that he threw every difficulty in its way. Sir", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFrancis once said to him: \"Really, Mr.-- you are so jealous that it is\nimpossible to act with you.\" I never will serve in an Administration of\nwhich he is the head. On that I have most firmly made up my mind. I do\nnot believe that it is in his nature to be a month in office without\ncaballing against his colleagues. [\"There never was a direct personal\nrival, or one who was in a position which, however reluctantly, implied\nrivalry, to whom he has been just; and on the fact of this ungenerous", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"'He is, next to the King, the most popular man in England. There is\nno other man whose entrance into any town in the kingdom would be so\ncertain to be with huzzaing and taking off of horses. At the same time\nhe is in a very ticklish situation, for he has no real friends. Jeffrey,\nSydney Smith, Mackintosh, all speak of him as I now speak to you. I was\ntalking to Sydney Smith of him the other day, and said that, great as I\nfelt his faults to be, I must allow him a real desire to raise the lower", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\norders, and do good by education, and those methods upon which his heart\nhas been always set. Sydney would not allow this, or any other, merit.\nNow, if those who are called his friends feel towards him, as they all\ndo, angry and sore at his overbearing, arrogant, and neglectful conduct,\nwhen those reactions in public feeling, which must come, arrive, he will\nhave nothing to return upon, no place of refuge, no hand of such tried\nfriends as Fox and Canning had to support him. You will see that he will", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsoon place himself in a false position before the public. His popularity\nwill go down, and he will find himself alone. Mr. Pitt, it is true, did\nnot study to strengthen himself by friendships but this was not from\njealousy. I do not love the man, but I believe he was quite superior to\nthat. It was from a solitary pride he had. I heard at Holland House the\nother day that Sir Philip Francis said that, though he hated Pitt, he\nmust confess there was something fine in seeing how he maintained his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis conversation, to those who have heard Macaulay talk, bears\nunmistakable signs of having been committed to paper while the\nwords,--or, at any rate, the outlines,--of some of the most important\nsentences were fresh in his sister's mind. Nature had predestined the\ntwo men to mutual antipathy. Macaulay, who knew his own range and kept\nwithin it, and who gave the world nothing except his best and most\nfinished work, was fretted by the slovenly omniscience of Brougham, who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naffected to be a walking encyclopaedia, \"a kind of semi-Solomon, half\nknowing everything from the cedar to the hyssop.\" [These words are\nextracted from a letter written by Macaulay.] The student, who, in his\nlater years, never left his library for the House of Commons without\nregret, had little in common with one who, like Napoleon, held that a\ngreat reputation was a great noise; who could not change horses without\nmaking a speech, see the Tories come in without offering to take a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njudgeship, or allow the French to make a Revolution without proposing to\nnaturalise himself as a citizen of the new Republic. The statesman who\nnever deserted an ally, or distrusted a friend, could have no fellowship\nwith a free-lance, ignorant of the very meaning of loyalty; who, if\nthe surfeited pen of the reporter had not declined its task, would have\nenriched our collections of British oratory by at least one Philippic\nagainst every colleague with whom he had ever acted. The many who read", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthis conversation by the light of the public history of Lord Melbourne's\nAdministration, and still more the few who have access to the secret\nhistory of Lord Grey's Cabinet, will acknowledge that seldom was a\nprediction so entirely fulfilled, or a character so accurately read.\nAnd that it was not a prophecy composed after the event is proved by the\ncircumstance that it stands recorded in the handwriting of one who died\nbefore it was accomplished.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"January 3, 1832.--Yesterday Tom dined at Holland House, and heard Lord\nHolland tell this story. Some paper was to be published by Mr. Fox, in\nwhich mention was made of Mr. Pitt having been employed at a club in a\nmanner that would have created scandal. Mr. Wilberforce went to Mr. Fox,\nand asked him to omit the passage. 'Oh, to be sure,' said Mr. Fox; 'if\nthere are any good people who would be scandalised, I will certainly\nput it out!' Mr. Wilberforce then preparing to take his leave, he said:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n'Now, Mr. Wilberforce, if, instead of being about Mr. Pitt, this had\nbeen an account of my being seen gaming at White's on a Sunday, would\nyou have taken so much pains to prevent it being known?' 'I asked this,'\nsaid Mr. Fox, 'because I wanted to see what he would say, for I knew he\nwould not tell a lie about it. He threw himself back, as his way was,\nand only answered: \"Oh, Mr. Fox, you are always so pleasant!\"'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"January 8, 1832.--Yesterday Tom dined with us, and stayed late. He\ntalked almost uninterruptedly for six hours. In the evening he made a\ngreat many impromptu charades in verse. I remember he mentioned a piece\nof impertinence of Sir Philip Francis. Sir Philip was writing a history\nof his own time, with characters of its eminent men, and one day asked\nMr. Tierney if he should like to hear his own character. Of course\nhe said 'Yes,' and it was read to him. It was very flattering, and he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexpressed his gratification for so favourable a description of himself.\n'Subject to revision, you must remember, Mr. Tierney,' said Sir Philip,\nas he laid the manuscript by; 'subject to revision according to what may\nhappen in the future.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I am glad Tom has reviewed old John Bunyan. Many are reading it who\nnever read it before. Yesterday, as he was sitting in the Athenaeum, a\ngentleman called out: 'Waiter, is there a copy of the Pilgrim's Progress\nin the library?' As might be expected, there was not.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"February 12, 1832.--This evening Tom came in, Hannah and I being\nalone. He was in high boyish spirits. He had seen Lord Lansdowne in the\nmorning, who had requested to speak with him. His Lordship said that he\nwished to have a talk about his taking office, not with any particular\nthing in view, as there was no vacancy at present, and none expected,\nbut that he should be glad to know his wishes in order that he might be\nmore able to serve him in them.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Tom, in answer, took rather a high tone. He said he was a poor man,\nbut that he had as much as he wanted, and, as far as he was personally\nconcerned, had no desire for office. At the same time he thought that,\nafter the Reform Bill had passed, it would be absolutely necessary that\nthe Government should be strengthened; that he was of opinion that he\ncould do it good service; that he approved of its general principles,\nand should not be unwilling to join it. Lord Lansdowne said that they", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nall,--and he particularly mentioned Lord Grey,--felt of what importance\nto them his help was, and that he now perfectly understood his views.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"February 13, 1832.--It has been much reported, and has even appeared in\nthe newspapers, that the Ministers were doing what they could to get Mr.\nRobert Grant out of the way to make room for Tom. Last Sunday week it\nwas stated in the John Bull that Madras had been offered to the Judge\nAdvocate for this purpose, but that he had refused it. Two or three\nnights since, Tom, in endeavouring to get to a high bench in the House,\nstumbled over Mr. Robert Grant's legs, as he was stretched out half", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nasleep. Being roused he apologised in the usual manner, and then added,\noddly enough: 'I am very sorry, indeed, to stand in the way of your\nmounting.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"He began to talk of his idleness. He really came and dawdled with us\nall day long; he had not written a line of his review of Burleigh's\nLife, and he shrank from beginning on such a great work. I asked him to\nput it by for the present, and write a light article on novels. This he\nseemed to think he should like, and said he could get up an article on\nRichardson in a very short time, but he knew of no book that he could\nhang it on. Hannah advised that he should place at the head of this", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\narticle a fictitious title in Italian of a critique on Clarissa Harlowe,\npublished at Venice. He seemed taken with this idea, but said that, if\nhe did such a thing, he must never let his dearest friend know.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I was amused with a parody of Tom's on the nursery song 'Twenty pounds\nshall marry me,' as applied to the creation of Peers.\n\n What though now opposed I be?\n Twenty Peers shall carry me.\n If twenty won't, thirty will,\n For I'm his Majesty's bouncing Bill.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSir Robert Peel has been extremely complimentary to him. One sentence\nhe repeated to us: 'My only feeling towards that gentleman is a not\nungenerous envy, as I listened to that wonderful flow of natural and\nbeautiful language, and to that utterance which, rapid as it is, seems\nscarcely able to convey its rich freight of thought and fancy!' People\nsay that these words were evidently carefully prepared.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I have just been looking round our little drawing-room, as if trying to\nimpress every inch of it on my memory, and thinking how in future years\nit will rise before my mind as the scene of many hours of light-hearted\nmirth; how I shall again see him, lolling indolently on the old blue\nsofa, or strolling round the narrow confines of our room. With such\na scene will come the remembrance of his beaming countenance, happy\naffectionate smile, and joyous laugh; while, with everyone at ease", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naround him, he poured out the stores of his full mind in his own\npeculiarly beautiful and expressive language, more delightful here than\nanywhere else, because more perfectly unconstrained. The name which\npasses through this little room in the quiet, gentle tones of sisterly\naffection is a name which will be repeated through distant generations,\nand go down to posterity linked with eventful times and great deeds.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe last words here quoted will be very generally regarded as the\ntribute of a sister's fondness. Many, who readily admit that Macaulay's\nname will go down to posterity linked with eventful times and great\ndeeds, make that admission with reference to times not his own, and\ndeeds in which he had no part except to commemorate them with his pen.\nTo him, as to others, a great reputation of a special order brought with\nit the consequence that the credit, which he deserved for what he had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndone well, was overshadowed by the renown of what he did best. The\nworld, which has forgotten that Newton excelled as an administrator, and\nVoltaire as a man of business, remembers somewhat faintly that Macaulay\nwas an eminent orator and, for a time at least, a strenuous politician.\nThe universal voice of his contemporaries, during the first three years\nof his parliamentary career, testifies to the leading part which he\nplayed in the House of Commons, so long as with all his heart he cared,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand with all his might he tried, to play it. Jeffrey, (for it is well\nto adduce none but first-rate evidence,) says in his account of an\nevening's discussion on the second reading of the Reform Bill: \"Not\na very striking debate. There was but one exception, and it was a\nbrilliant one. I mean Macaulay, who surpassed his former appearance in\ncloseness, fire, and vigour, and very much improved the effect of it by\na more steady and graceful delivery. It was prodigiously cheered, as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit deserved, and I think puts him clearly at the head of the great\nspeakers, if not the debaters, of the House.\" And again, on the 17th of\nDecember: \"Macaulay made, I think, the best speech he has yet delivered;\nthe most condensed, at least, and with the greatest weight of matter.\nIt contained, indeed, the only argument to which any of the speakers\nwho followed him applied themselves.\" Lord Cockburn, who sat under the\ngallery for twenty-seven hours during the last three nights of the Bill,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npronounced Macaulay's speech to have been \"by far the best;\" though,\nlike a good Scotchman, he asserts that he heard nothing at Westminster\nwhich could compare with Dr. Chalmers in the General Assembly. Sir James\nMackintosh writes from the Library of the House of Commons: \"Macaulay\nand Stanley have made two of the finest speeches ever spoken in\nParliament;\" and a little further on he classes together the two young\norators as \"the chiefs of the next, or rather of this, generation.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo gain and keep the position that Mackintosh assigned him Macaulay\npossessed the power, and in early days did not lack the will. He was\nprominent on the Parliamentary stage, and active behind the scenes;--the\nsoul of every honourable project which might promote the triumph of his\nprinciples, and the ascendency of his party. One among many passages\nin his correspondence may be quoted without a very serious breach of\nancient and time-worn confidences. On the 17th of September, 1831, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwrites to his sister Hannah: \"I have been very busy since I wrote last,\nmoving heaven and earth to render it certain that, if our ministers\nare so foolish as to resign in the event of a defeat in the Lords, the\nCommons may be firm and united; and I think that I have arranged a\nplan which will secure a bold and instant declaration on our part,\nif necessary. Lord Ebrington is the man whom I have in my eye as our\nleader. I have had much conversation with him, and with several of our", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nleading county members. They are all staunch; and I will answer for\nthis,--that, if the ministers should throw us over, we will be ready to\ndefend ourselves.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe combination of public spirit, political instinct, and legitimate\nself-assertion, which was conspicuous in Macaulay's character, pointed\nhim out to some whose judgment had been trained by long experience of\naffairs as a more than possible leader in no remote future; and it\nis not for his biographer to deny that they had grounds for their\nconclusion. The prudence, the energy, the self-reliance, which he\ndisplayed in another field, might have been successfully directed to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe conduct of an executive policy, and the management of a popular\nassembly. Macaulay never showed himself deficient in the qualities which\nenable a man to trust his own sense; to feel responsibility, but not to\nfear it; to venture where others shrink; to decide while others waver;\nwith all else that belongs to the vocation of a ruler in a free country.\nBut it was not his fate; it was not his work; and the rank which he\nmight have claimed among the statesmen of Britain was not ill exchanged", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\nYork: March 22, 1830.\n\nMy dear Sir,--I was in some doubt as to what I should be able to do for\nNumber 101, and I deferred writing till I could make up my mind. If my\nfriend Ellis's article on Greek History, of which I have formed high\nexpectations, could have been ready, I should have taken a holiday. But,\nas there is no chance of that for the next number, I ought, I think, to\nconsider myself as his bail, and to surrender myself to your disposal in\nhis stead.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been thinking of a subject, light and trifling enough, but\nperhaps not the worse for our purpose on that account. We seldom want\na sufficient quantity of heavy matter. There is a wretched poetaster of\nthe name of Robert Montgomery who has written some volumes of detestable\nverses on religious subjects, which by mere puffing in magazines and\nnewspapers have had an immense sale, and some of which are now in their\ntenth or twelfth editions. I have for some time past thought that the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntrick of puffing, as it is now practised both by authors and publishers,\nis likely to degrade the literary character, and to deprave the public\ntaste, in a frightful degree. I really think that we ought to try what\neffect satire will have upon this nuisance, and I doubt whether we can\never find a better opportunity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sir,--The new number appeared this morning in the shop windows.\nThe article on Niebuhr contains much that is very sensible; but it is\nnot such an article as so noble a subject required. I am not like Ellis,\nNiebuhr-mad; and I agree with many of the remarks which the reviewer\nhas made both on this work, and on the school of German critics and\nhistorians. But surely the reviewer ought to have given an account of\nthe system of exposition which Niebuhr has adopted, and of the theory", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich he advances respecting the Institutions of Rome. The appearance of\nthe book is really an era in the intellectual history of Europe, and I\nthink that the Edinburgh Review ought at least to have given a luminous\nabstract of it. The very circumstance that Niebuhr's own arrangement and\nstyle are obscure, and that his translators have need of translators to\nmake them intelligible to the multitude, rendered it more desirable that\na clear and neat statement of the points in controversy should be laid", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbefore the public. But it is useless to talk of what cannot be mended.\nThe best editors cannot always have good writers, and the best writers\ncannot always write their best.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have no notion on what ground Brougham imagines that I am going to\nreview his speech. He never said a word to me on the subject. Nor did\nI ever say either to him, or to anyone else, a single syllable to that\neffect. At all events I shall not make Brougham's speech my text.\nWe have had quite enough of puffing and flattering each other in the\nReview. It is a vile taste for men united in one literary undertaking to\nexchange their favours.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have a plan of which I wish to know your opinion. In ten days, or\nthereabouts, I set off for France, where I hope to pass six weeks. I\nshall be in the best society, that of the Duc de Broglie, Guizot, and\nso on. I think of writing an article on the Politics of France since the\nRestoration, with characters of the principal public men, and a parallel\nbetween the present state of France and that of England. I think that\nthis might be made an article of extraordinary interest. I do not say", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat I could make it so. It must, you will perceive, be a long paper,\nhowever concise I may try to be; but as the subject is important, and\nI am not generally diffuse, you must not stint me. If you like this\nscheme, let me know as soon as possible.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt cannot be denied that there was some ground for the imputation of\nsystematic puffing which Macaulay urges with a freedom that a modern\neditor would hardly permit to the most valued contributor. Brougham had\nmade a speech on Slavery in the House of Commons; but time was wanting\nto get the Corrected Report published soon enough for him to obtain his\ntribute of praise in the body of the Review. The unhappy Mr. Napier was\nactually reduced to append a notice to the July number regretting that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"this powerful speech, which, as we are well informed, produced an\nimpression on those who heard it not likely to be forgotten, or to\nremain barren of effects, should have reached us at a moment when it was\nno longer possible for us to notice its contents at any length.... On\nthe eve of a general election to the first Parliament of a new reign, we\ncould have wished to be able to contribute our aid towards the diffusion\nof the facts and arguments here so strikingly and commandingly stated", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand enforced, among those who are about to exercise the elective\nfranchise.... We trust that means will be taken to give the widest\npossible circulation to the Corrected Report. Unfortunately, we can,\nat present, do nothing more than lay before our readers its glowing\nperoration--so worthy of this great orator, this unwearied friend of\nliberty and humanity.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sir,--I have just received your letter, and I cannot deny that\nI am much vexed at what has happened. It is not very agreeable to find\nthat I have thrown away the labour, the not unsuccessful labour as I\nthought, of a month; particularly as I have not many months of perfect\nleisure. This would not have happened if Brougham had notified his\nintentions to you earlier, as he ought in courtesy to you, and to\neverybody connected with the Review, to have done. He must have known", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI ought to tell you that I had scarcely reached Paris when I received\na letter containing a very urgent application from a very respectable\nquarter. I was desired to write a sketch, in one volume, of the late\nRevolution here. Now, I really hesitated whether I should not make\nmy excuses to you, and accept this proposal,--not on account of the\npecuniary terms, for about these I have never much troubled myself--but\nbecause I should have had ampler space for this noble subject than the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nReview would have afforded. I thought, however, that this would not be\na fair or friendly course towards you. I accordingly told the applicants\nthat I had promised you an article, and that I could not well write\ntwice in one month on the same subject without repeating myself. I\ntherefore declined; and recommended a person whom I thought quite\ncapable of producing an attractive book on these events. To that person\nmy correspondent has probably applied. At all events I cannot revive the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am, therefore, a good deal vexed at this affair; but I am not at all\nsurprised at it. I see all the difficulties of your situation. Indeed,\nI have long foreseen them. I always knew that in every association,\nliterary or political, Brougham would wish to domineer. I knew also that\nno Editor of the Edinburgh Review could, without risking the ruin of\nthe publication, resolutely oppose the demands of a man so able and\npowerful. It was because I was certain that he would exact submissions", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich I am not disposed to make that I wished last year to give up\nwriting for the Review. I had long been meditating a retreat. I thought\nJeffrey's abdication a favourable time for effecting it; not, as I hope\nyou are well assured, from any unkind feeling towards you; but because I\nknew that, under any Editor, mishaps such as that which has now occurred\nwould be constantly taking place. I remember that I predicted to Jeffrey\nwhat has now come to pass almost to the letter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy expectations have been exactly realised. The present constitution\nof the Edinburgh Review is this, that, at whatever time Brougham may be\npleased to notify his intention of writing on any subject, all previous\nengagements are to be considered as annulled by that notification. His\nlanguage translated into plain English is this: \"I must write about this\nFrench Revolution, and I will write about it. If you have told Macaulay\nto do it, you may tell him to let it alone. If he has written an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\narticle, he may throw it behind the grate. He would not himself have\nthe assurance to compare his own claims with mine. I am a man who act\na prominent part in the world; he is nobody. If he must be reviewing,\nthere is my speech about the West Indies. Set him to write a puff on\nthat. What have people like him to do, except to eulogise people like\nme?\" No man likes to be reminded of his inferiority in such a way, and\nthere are some particular circumstances in this case which render the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nadmonition more unpleasant than it would otherwise be. I know that\nBrougham dislikes me; and I have not the slightest doubt that he feels\ngreat pleasure in taking this subject out of my hands, and at having\nmade me understand, as I do most clearly understand, how far my services\nare rated below his. I do not blame you in the least. I do not see how\nyou could have acted otherwise. But, on the other hand, I do not see why\nI should make any efforts or sacrifices for a Review which lies under an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nintolerable dictation. Whatever my writings may be worth, it is not for\nwant of strong solicitations, and tempting offers, from other quarters\nthat I have continued to send them to the Edinburgh Review. I adhered\nto the connection solely because I took pride and pleasure in it. It has\nnow become a source of humiliation and mortification.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI again repeat, my dear Sir, that I do not blame you in the least.\nThis, however, only makes matters worse. If you had used me ill, I might\ncomplain, and might hope to be better treated another time. Unhappily\nyou are in a situation in which it is proper for you to do what it\nwould be improper in me to endure. What has happened now may happen next\nquarter, and must happen before long, unless I altogether refrain from\nwriting for the Review. I hope you will forgive me if I say that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA few soft words induced Macaulay to reconsider his threat of\nwithdrawing from the Review; but, even before Mr. Napier's answer\nreached him, the feeling of personal annoyance had already been effaced\nby a greater sorrow. A letter arrived, announcing that his sister Jane\nhad died suddenly and most unexpectedly. She was found in the morning\nlying as though still asleep, having passed away so peacefully as not to\ndisturb a sister who had spent the night in the next room, with a door", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nopen between them. Mrs. Macaulay never recovered from this shock. Her\nhealth gave way, and she lived into the coming year only so long as to\nenable her to rejoice in the first of her son's Parliamentary successes.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--This news has broken my heart. I am fit neither to go\nnor to stay. I can do nothing but sit down in my room, and think of poor\ndear Jane's kindness and affection. When I am calmer, I will let you\nknow my intentions. There will be neither use nor pleasure in remaining\nhere. My present purpose, as far as I can form one, is to set off in two\nor three days for England; and in the meantime to see nobody, if I can\nhelp it, but Dumont, who has been very kind to me. Love to all,--to all", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--I have little news for you, except what you will learn from\nthe papers as well as from me. It is clear that the Reform Bill must\npass, either in this or in another Parliament. The majority of one\ndoes not appear to me, as it does to you, by any means inauspicious. We\nshould perhaps have had a better plea for a dissolution if the\nmajority had been the other way. But surely a dissolution under such\ncircumstances would have been a most alarming thing. If there should be", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na dissolution now, there will not be that ferocity in the public mind\nwhich there would have been if the House of Commons had refused to\nentertain the Bill at all. I confess that, till we had a majority, I was\nhalf inclined to tremble at the storm which we had raised. At present I\nthink that we are absolutely certain of victory, and of victory without\ncommotion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSuch a scene as the division of last Tuesday I never saw, and never\nexpect to see again. If I should live fifty years, the impression of it\nwill be as fresh and sharp in my mind as if it had just taken place.\nIt was like seeing Caesar stabbed in the Senate House, or seeing Oliver\ntaking the mace from the table; a sight to be seen only once, and never\nto be forgotten. The crowd overflowed the House in every part. When the\nstrangers were cleared out, and the doors locked, we had six hundred and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neight members present,--more by fifty-five than ever were in a division\nbefore. The Ayes and Noes were like two volleys of cannon from opposite\nsides of a field of battle. When the opposition went out into the lobby,\nan operation which took up twenty minutes or more, we spread ourselves\nover the benches on both sides of the House; for there were many of us\nwho had not been able to find a seat during the evening. [\"The practice\nin the Commons, until 1836, was to send one party forth into the lobby,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe other remaining in the House.\"--Sir T. Erskine May's \"Parliamentary\nPractice.\"] When the doors were shut we began to speculate on our\nnumbers. Everybody was desponding. \"We have lost it. We are only two\nhundred and eighty at most. I do not think we are two hundred and fifty.\nThey are three hundred. Alderman Thompson has counted them. He says they\nare two hundred and ninety-nine.\" This was the talk on our benches. I\nwonder that men who have been long in Parliament do not acquire a better", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncoup d'oeil for numbers. The House, when only the Ayes were in it,\nlooked to me a very fair House,--much fuller than it generally is even\non debates of considerable interest. I had no hope, however, of three\nhundred. As the tellers passed along our lowest row on the left hand\nside the interest was insupportable,--two hundred and ninety-one,--two\nhundred and ninety-two,--we were all standing up and stretching forward,\ntelling with the tellers. At three hundred there was a short cry of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njoy,--at three hundred and two another,--suppressed however in a moment;\nfor we did not yet know what the hostile force might be. We knew,\nhowever, that we could not be severely beaten. The doors were thrown\nopen, and in they came. Each of them, as he entered, brought some\ndifferent report of their numbers. It must have been impossible, as\nyou may conceive, in the lobby, crowded as they were, to form any exact\nestimate. First we heard that they were three hundred and three; then", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat number rose to three hundred and ten; then went down to three\nhundred and seven. Alexander Barry told me that he had counted, and that\nthey were three hundred and four. We were all breathless with anxiety,\nwhen Charles Wood, who stood near the door, jumped up on a bench and\ncried out, \"They are only three hundred and one.\" We set up a shout that\nyou might have heard to Charing Cross, waving our hats, stamping against\nthe floor, and clapping our hands. The tellers scarcely got through the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncrowd; for the House was thronged up to the table, and all the floor\nwas fluctuating with heads like the pit of a theatre. But you might have\nheard a pin drop as Duncannon read the numbers. Then again the shouts\nbroke out, and many of us shed tears. I could scarcely refrain. And\nthe jaw of Peel fell; and the face of Twiss was as the face of a damned\nsoul; and Herries looked like Judas taking his necktie off for the last\noperation. We shook hands, and clapped each other on the back, and went", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nout laughing, crying, and huzzaing into the lobby. And no sooner were\nthe outer doors opened than another shout answered that within the\nHouse. All the passages, and the stairs into the waiting-rooms, were\nthronged by people who had waited till four in the morning to know the\nissue. We passed through a narrow lane between two thick masses of them;\nand all the way down they were shouting and waving their hats, till we\ngot into the open air. I called a cabriolet, and the first thing the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndriver asked was, \"Is the Bill carried?\" \"Yes, by one.\" \"Thank God for\nit, Sir.\" And away I rode to Gray's Inn,--and so ended a scene which\nwill probably never be equalled till the reformed Parliament\nwants reforming; and that I hope will not be till the days of our\ngrandchildren, till that truly orthodox and apostolical person Dr.\nFrancis Ellis is an archbishop of eighty.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs for me, I am for the present a sort of lion. My speech has set me\nin the front rank, if I can keep there; and it has not been my luck\nhitherto to lose ground when I have once got it. Sheil and I are on very\ncivil terms. He talks largely concerning Demosthenes and Burke. He made,\nI must say, an excellent speech; too florid and queer, but decidedly\nsuccessful.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhy did not Price speak? If he was afraid, it was not without reason;\nfor a more terrible audience there is not in the world. I wish that\nPraed had known to whom he was speaking. But, with all his talent, he\nhas no tact, and he has fared accordingly. Tierney used to say that he\nnever rose in the House without feeling his knees tremble under him; and\nI am sure that no man who has not some of that feeling will ever succeed\nthere.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nLondon: May 27, 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Hannah,--Let me see if I can write a letter a la Richardson:--a\nlittle less prolix it must be, or it will exceed my ounce. By the bye,\nI wonder that Uncle Selby never grudged the postage of Miss Byron's\nletters. According to the nearest calculation that I can make, her\ncorrespondence must have enriched the post office of Ashby Canons by\nsomething more than the whole annual interest of her fifteen thousand\npounds.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI reached Lansdowne House by a quarter to eleven, and passed through the\nlarge suite of rooms to the great Sculpture Gallery. There were seated\nand standing perhaps three hundred people, listening to the performers,\nor talking to each other. The room is the handsomest and largest, I\nam told, in any private house in London. I enclose our musical bill of\nfare. Fanny, I suppose, will be able to expound it better than I. The\nsingers were more showily dressed than the auditors, and seemed quite at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhome. As to the company, there was just everybody in London (except that\nlittle million and a half that you wot of,)--the Chancellor, and the\nFirst Lord of the Admiralty, and Sydney Smith, and Lord Mansfield, and\nall the Barings and the Fitzclarences, and a hideous Russian spy, whose\nface I see everywhere, with a star on his coat. During the interval\nbetween the delights of \"I tuoi frequenti,\" and the ecstasies of \"Se tu\nm'ami,\" I contrived to squeeze up to Lord Lansdowne. I was shaking hands", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith Sir James Macdonald, when I heard a command behind us: \"Sir James,\nintroduce me to Mr. Macaulay;\" and we turned, and there sate a large\nbold-looking woman, with the remains of a fine person, and the air of\nQueen Elizabeth. \"Macaulay,\" said Sir James, \"let me present you to Lady\nHolland.\" Then was her ladyship gracious beyond description, and asked\nme to dine and take a bed at Holland House next Tuesday. I accepted\nthe dinner, but declined the bed, and I have since repented that I so", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo-night I go to another musical party at Marshall's, the late M.P.\nfor Yorkshire. Everybody is talking of Paganini and his violin. The man\nseems to be a miracle. The newspapers say that long streamy flakes of\nmusic fall from his string, interspersed with luminous points of sound\nwhich ascend the air and appear like stars. This eloquence is quite\nbeyond me.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: May 28, 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Hannah,--More gaieties and music-parties; not so fertile of\nadventures as that memorable masquerade whence Harriet Byron was carried\naway; but still I hope that the narrative of what passed there will\ngratify \"the venerable circle.\" Yesterday I dressed, called a cab, and\nwas whisked away to Hill Street. I found old Marshall's house a very\nfine one. He ought indeed to have a fine one; for he has, I believe, at\nleast thirty thousand a year. The carpet was taken up, and chairs were", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nset out in rows, as if we had been at a religious meeting. Then we\nhad flute-playing by the first flute-player in England, and\npianoforte-strumming by the first pianoforte-strummer in England,\nand singing by all the first singers in England, and Signor Rubini's\nincomparable tenor, and Signor Curioni's incomparable counter-tenor, and\nPasta's incomparable expression. You who know how airs much inferior\nto these take my soul, and lap it in Elysium, will form some faint", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconception of my transport. Sharp beckoned me to sit by him in the back\nrow. These old fellows are so selfish. \"Always,\" said he, \"establish\nyourself in the middle of the row against the wall; for, if you sit in\nthe front or next the edges, you will be forced to give up your seat to\nthe ladies who are standing.\" I had the gallantry to surrender mine to\na damsel who had stood for a quarter of an hour; and I lounged into the\nante-rooms, where I found Samuel Rogers. Rogers and I sate together on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na bench in one of the passages, and had a good deal of very pleasant\nconversation. He was,--as indeed he has always been to me,--extremely\nkind, and told me that, if it were in his power, he would contrive to be\nat Holland House with me, to give me an insight into its ways. He is the\ngreat oracle of that circle.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe has seen the King's letter to Lord Grey, respecting the Garter; or\nat least has authentic information about it. It is a happy stroke of\npolicy, and will, they say, decide many wavering votes in the House of\nLords. The King, it seems, requests Lord Grey to take the order, as a\nmark of royal confidence in him \"at so critical a time;\"--significant\nwords, I think.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nTo Hannah More Macaulay.\n\nLondon: May 30, 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWell, my dear, I have been to Holland House. I took a glass coach, and\narrived, through a fine avenue of elms, at the great entrance towards\nseven o'clock. The house is delightful;--the very perfection of the\nold Elizabethan style;--a considerable number of very large and very\ncomfortable rooms, rich with antique carving and gilding, but carpeted\nand furnished with all the skill of the best modern upholsterers. The\nlibrary is a very long room,--as long, I should think, as the gallery", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nat Rothley Temple,--with little cabinets for study branching out of it.\nwarmly and snugly fitted up, and looking out on very beautiful grounds.\nThe collection of books is not, like Lord Spencer's, curious; but it\ncontains almost everything that one ever wished to read. I found nobody\nthere when I arrived but Lord Russell, the son of the Marquess of\nTavistock. We are old House of Commons friends; so we had some very\npleasant talk, and in a little while in came Allen, who is warden of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDulwich College, and who lives almost entirely at Holland House. He is\ncertainly a man of vast information and great conversational powers.\nSome other gentlemen dropped in, and we chatted till Lady Holland made\nher appearance. Lord Holland dined by himself on account of his gout.\nWe sat down to dinner in a fine long room, the wainscot of which is\nrich with gilded coronets, roses, and portcullises. There were Lord\nAlbemarle, Lord Alvanley, Lord Russell, Lord Mahon,--a violent Tory, but", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na very agreeable companion, and a very good scholar. There was Cradock,\na fine fellow who was the Duke of Wellington's aide-de-camp in 1815, and\nsome other people whose names I did not catch. What however is more to\nthe purpose, there was a most excellent dinner. I have always heard that\nHolland House is famous for its good cheer, and certainly the reputation\nis not unmerited. After dinner Lord Holland was wheeled in, and placed\nvery near me. He was extremely amusing and good-natured.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the drawing-room I had a long talk with Lady Holland about the\nantiquities of the house, and about the purity of the English language,\nwherein she thinks herself a critic. I happened, in speaking about the\nReform Bill, to say that I wished that it had been possible to form a\nfew commercial constituencies, if the word constituency were admissible.\n\"I am glad you put that in,\" said her ladyship. \"I was just going\nto give it you. It is an odious word. Then there is _talented_ and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n_influential_, and _gentlemanly_. I never could break Sheridan of\n_gentlemanly_, though he allowed it to be wrong.\" We talked about the\nword _talents_ and its history. I said that it had first appeared in\ntheological writing, that it was a metaphor taken from the parable in\nthe New Testament, and that it had gradually passed from the vocabulary\nof divinity into common use. I challenged her to find it in any\nclassical writer on general subjects before the Restoration, or even", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbefore the year 1700. I believe that I might safely have gone down\nlater. She seemed surprised by this theory, never having, so far as I\ncould judge, heard of the parable of the talents. I did not tell her,\nthough I might have done so, that a person who professes to be a critic\nin the delicacies of the English language ought to have the Bible at his\nfingers' ends.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nShe is certainly a woman of considerable talents and great literary\nacquirements. To me she was excessively gracious; yet there is a\nhaughtiness in her courtesy which, even after all that I had heard of\nher, surprised me. The centurion did not keep his soldiers in better\norder than she keeps her guests. It is to one \"Go,\" and he goeth; and to\nanother \"Do this,\" and it is done. \"Ring the bell, Mr. Macaulay.\" \"Lay\ndown that screen, Lord Russell; you will spoil it.\" \"Mr. Allen, take a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncandle and show Mr. Cradock the picture of Buonaparte.\" Lord Holland\nis, on the other hand, all kindness, simplicity, and vivacity. He talked\nvery well both on politics and on literature. He asked me in a very\nfriendly manner about my father's health, and begged to be remembered to\nhim.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen my coach came, Lady Holland made me promise that I would on\nthe first fine morning walk out to breakfast with them, and see the\ngrounds;--and, after drinking a glass of very good iced lemonade, I\ntook my leave, much amused and pleased. The house certainly deserves\nits reputation for pleasantness, and her ladyship used me, I believe, as\nwell as it is her way to use anybody.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nCourt of Commissioners, Basinghall Street: May 31, 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--How delighted I am that you like my letters, and how\nobliged by yours! But I have little more than my thanks to give for your\nlast. I have nothing to tell about great people to-day. I heard no fine\nmusic yesterday, saw nobody above the rank of a baronet, and was shut\nup in my own room reading and writing all the morning. This day seems\nlikely to pass in much the same way, except that I have some bankruptcy\nbusiness to do, and a couple of sovereigns to receive. So here I am,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith three of the ugliest attorneys that ever deserved to be transported\nsitting opposite to me; a disconsolate-looking bankrupt, his hands in\nhis empty pockets, standing behind; a lady scolding for her money, and\nrefusing to be comforted because it is not; and a surly butcher-like\nlooking creditor, growling like a house-dog, and saying, as plain as\nlooks can say \"If I sign your certificate, blow me, that's all.\" Among\nthese fair and interesting forms, on a piece of official paper, with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThese dirty courts, filled with Jew money-lenders, sheriffs' officers,\nattorneys' runners, and a crowd of people who live by giving sham bail\nand taking false oaths, are not by any means such good subjects for a\nlady's correspondent as the Sculpture Gallery at Lansdowne House, or\nthe conservatory at Holland House, or the notes of Pasta, or the talk of\nRogers. But we cannot be always fine. When my Richardsonian epistles are\npublished, there must be dull as well as amusing letters among them;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand this letter is, I think, as good as those sermons of Sir Charles to\nGeronymo which Miss Byron hypocritically asked for, or as the greater\npart of that stupid last volume.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe shall soon have more attractive matter. I shall walk out to breakfast\nat Holland House; and I am to dine with Sir George Philips, and with\nhis son the member for Steyning, who have the best of company; and I\nam going to the fancy ball of the Jew. He met me in the street, and\nimplored me to come. \"You need not dress more than for an evening party.\nYou had better come. You will be delighted. It will be so very pretty.\"\nI thought of Dr. Johnson and the herdsman with his \"See, such pretty", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngoats.\" [See Boswell's Tour to the Hebrides, Sept. 1 1773. \"The Doctor\nwas prevailed with to mount one of Vass's grays. As he rode upon it\ndownhill, it did not go well, and he grumbled. I walked on a little\nbefore, but was excessively entertained with the method taken to keep\nhim in good humour. Hay led the horse's head, talking to Dr. Johnson\nas much as he could and, (having heard him, in the forenoon, express a\npastoral pleasure on seeing the goats browsing,) just when the Doctor", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas uttering his displeasure, the fellow cried, with a very Highland\naccent, 'See, such pretty goats!' Then he whistled whu! and made them\njump.\"] However, I told my honest Hebrew that I would come. I may\nperhaps, like the Benjamites, steal away some Israelite damsel in the\nmiddle of her dancing.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut the noise all round me is becoming louder, and a baker in a white\ncoat is bellowing for the book to prove a debt of nine pounds fourteen\nshillings and fourpence. So I must finish my letter and fall to\nbusiness.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon June 1, 1831.\n\nMy dear Sister,--My last letter was a dull one. I mean this to be very\namusing. My last was about Basinghall Street, attorneys, and bankrupts.\nBut for this,--take it dramatically in the German style.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFine morning. Scene, the great entrance of Holland House.\n\nEnter MACAULAY and Two FOOTMEN in livery.\n\n First Footman.--Sir, may I venture to demand your name?\n\n Macaulay.--Macaulay, and thereto I add M.P.\n And that addition, even in these proud halls,\n May well ensure the bearer some respect.\n\n Second Footman.--And art thou come to breakfast with our Lord?\n\n Macaulay.--I am for so his hospitable will,\n And hers--the peerless dame ye serve--hath bade.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFirst Footman.--Ascend the stair, and thou above shalt find,\n On snow-white linen spread, the luscious meal.\n\n(Exit MACAULAY up stairs.)", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn plain English prose, I went this morning to breakfast at Holland\nHouse. The day was fine, and I arrived at twenty minutes after ten.\nAfter I had lounged a short time in the dining-room, I heard a gruff\ngood-natured voice asking, \"Where is Mr. Macaulay? Where have you put\nhim?\" and in his arm-chair Lord Holland was wheeled in. He took me round\nthe apartments, he riding and I walking. He gave me the history of the\nmost remarkable portraits in the library, where there is, by the bye,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\none of the few bad pieces of Lawrence that I have seen--a head of\nCharles James Fox, an ignominious failure. Lord Holland said that it\nwas the worst ever painted of so eminent a man by so eminent an artist.\nThere is a very fine head of Machiavelli, and another of Earl Grey,\na very different sort of man. I observed a portrait of Lady Holland\npainted some thirty years ago. I could have cried to see the change. She\nmust have been a most beautiful woman. She still looks, however, as if", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshe had been handsome, and shows in one respect great taste and sense.\nShe does not rouge at all; and her costume is not youthful, so that\nshe looks as well in the morning as in the evening. We came back to the\ndining-room. Our breakfast party consisted of my Lord and Lady, myself,\nLord Russell, and Luttrell. You must have heard of Luttrell. I met him\nonce at Rogers's; and I have seen him, I think, in other places. He is\na famous wit,--the most popular, I think, of all the professed wits,--a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nman who has lived in the highest circles, a scholar, and no contemptible\npoet. He wrote a little volume of verse entitled \"Advice to Julia,\"--not\nfirst rate, but neat, lively, piquant, and showing the most consummate\nknowledge of fashionable life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe breakfasted on very good coffee, and very good tea, and very good\neggs, butter kept in the midst of ice, and hot rolls. Lady Holland told\nus her dreams; how she had dreamed that a mad dog bit her foot, and how\nshe set off to Brodie, and lost her way in St. Martin's Lane, and could\nnot find him. She hoped, she said, the dream would not come true. I said\nthat I had had a dream which admitted of no such hope; for I had dreamed\nthat I heard Pollock speak in the House of Commons, that the speech was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter breakfast Lady Holland offered to conduct me to her own\ndrawing-room, or, rather, commanded my attendance. A very beautiful room\nit is, opening on a terrace, and wainscoted with miniature paintings\ninteresting from their merit, and interesting from their history. Among\nthem I remarked a great many,--thirty, I should think,--which even I,\nwho am no great connoisseur, saw at once could come from no hand but\nStothard's. They were all on subjects from Lord Byron's poems. \"Yes,\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaid she; \"poor Lord Byron sent them to me a short time before the\nseparation. I sent them back, and told him that, if he gave them away,\nhe ought to give them to Lady Byron. But he said that he would not, and\nthat if I did not take them, the bailiffs would, and that they would be\nlost in the wreck.\" Her ladyship then honoured me so far as to conduct\nme through her dressing-room into the great family bedchamber to show me\na very fine picture by Reynolds of Fox, when a boy, birds-nesting. She", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThrough the grounds we went, and very pretty I thought them. In the\nDutch garden is a fine bronze bust of Napoleon, which Lord Holland put\nup in 1817, while Napoleon was a prisoner at St. Helena. The inscription\nwas selected by his lordship, and is remarkably happy. It is from\nHomer's Odyssey. I will translate it, as well as I can extempore, into a\nmeasure which gives a better idea of Homer's manner than Pope's singsong\ncouplet.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFor not, be sure, within the grave\n Is hid that prince, the wise, the brave;\n But in an islet's narrow bound,\n With the great Ocean roaring round,\n The captive of a foeman base\n He pines to view his native place.\n\nThere is a seat near the spot which is called Rogers's seat. The poet\nloves, it seems, to sit there. A very elegant inscription by Lord\nHolland is placed over it.\n\n \"Here Rogers sate; and here for ever dwell\n With me those pleasures which he sang so well.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nVery neat and condensed, I think. Another inscription by Luttrell hangs\nthere. Luttrell adjured me with mock pathos to spare his blushes; but I\nam author enough to know what the blushes of authors mean. So I read\nthe lines, and very pretty and polished they were, but too many to be\nremembered from one reading.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHaving gone round the grounds I took my leave, very much pleased with\nthe place. Lord Holland is extremely kind. But that is of course; for he\nis kindness itself. Her ladyship too, which is by no means of course, is\nall graciousness and civility. But, for all this, I would much rather\nbe quietly walking with you; and the great use of going to these fine\nplaces is to learn how happy it is possible to be without them. Indeed,\nI care so little for them that I certainly should not have gone to-day,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I cannot tell you how delighted I am to find that my\nletters amuse you. But sometimes I must be dull like my neighbours.\nI paid no visits yesterday, and have no news to relate to-day. I am\nsitting again in Basinghall Street and Basil Montagu is haranguing about\nLord Verulam, and the way of inoculating one's mind with truth; and\nall this a propos of a lying bankrupt's balance-sheet. [\"Those who are\nacquainted with the Courts in which Mr. Montagu practises with so much", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nability and success, will know how often he enlivens the discussion of\na point of law by citing some weighty aphorism, or some brilliant\nillustration, from the De Augmentis or the Novum Organum.\"--Macaulay's\nReview of Basil Montagu's Edition of Bacon.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSend me some gossip, my love. Tell me how you go on with German. What\nnovel have you commenced? Or, rather, how many dozen have you finished?\nRecommend me one. What say you to \"Destiny\"? Is the \"Young Duke\" worth\nreading? and what do you think of \"Laurie Todd\"?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am writing about Lord Byron so pathetically that I make Margaret cry,\nbut so slowly that I am afraid I shall make Napier wait. Rogers, like\na civil gentleman, told me last week to write no more reviews, and to\npublish separate works; adding, what for him is a very rare thing,\na compliment: \"You may do anything, Mr. Macaulay.\" See how vain and\ninsincere human nature is! I have been put into so good a temper with\nRogers that I have paid him, what is as rare with me as with him, a very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhandsome compliment in my review. [\"Well do we remember to have heard a\nmost correct judge of poetry revile Mr. Rogers for the incorrectness of\nthat most sweet and graceful passage:--", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n'Such grief was ours,--it seems but yesterday,--\n When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay,\n Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh\n At midnight in a sister's arms to die,\n Oh! thou wast lovely; lovely was thy frame,\n And pure thy spirit as from heaven it came;\n And, when recalled to join the blest above,\n Thou diedst a victim to exceeding love\n Nursing the young to health. In happier hours,\n When idle Fancy wove luxuriant flowers,\n Once in thy mirth thou badst me write on thee;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's Essay on Byron.] It is not undeserved; but I confess that\nI cannot understand the popularity of his poetry. It is pleasant and\nflowing enough; less monotonous than most of the imitations of Pope and\nGoldsmith; and calls up many agreeable images and recollections. But\nthat such men as Lord Granville, Lord Holland, Hobhouse, Lord Byron, and\nothers of high rank in intellect, should place Rogers, as they do, above\nSouthey, Moore, and even Scott himself, is what I cannot conceive. But", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthis comes of being in the highest society of London. What Lady Jane\nGranville called the Patronage of Fashion can do as much for a middling\npoet as for a plain girl like Miss Arabella Falconer. [Lady Jane, and\nMiss Arabella, appear in Miss Edgeworth's \"Patronage.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut I must stop. This rambling talk has been scrawled in the middle of\nharanguing, squabbling, swearing, and crying. Since I began it I have\ntaxed four bills, taken forty depositions, and rated several perjured\nwitnesses.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 7, 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYesterday I dined at Marshall's, and was almost consoled for not meeting\nRamohun Roy by a very pleasant party. The great sight was the two wits,\nRogers and Sydney Smith. Singly I have often seen them; but to see them\nboth together was a novelty, and a novelty not the less curious because\ntheir mutual hostility is well known, and the hard hits which they have\ngiven to each other are in everybody's mouth. They were very civil,\nhowever. But I was struck by the truth of what Matthew Bramble, a person", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof whom you probably never heard, says in Smollett's Humphrey Clinker:\nthat one wit in a company, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a\nflavour; but two are too many. Rogers and Sydney Smith would not come\ninto conflict. If one had possession of the company, the other was\nsilent; and, as you may conceive, the one who had possession of the\ncompany was always Sydney Smith, and the one who was silent was always\nRogers. Sometimes, however, the company divided, and each of them had a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsmall congregation. I had a good deal of talk with both of them; for, in\nwhatever they may disagree, they agree in always treating me with very\nmarked kindness.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI had a good deal of pleasant conversation with Rogers. He was telling\nme of the curiosity and interest which attached to the persons of\nSir Walter Scott and Lord Byron. When Sir Walter Scott dined at a\ngentleman's in London some time ago, all the servant-maids in the house\nasked leave to stand in the passage and see him pass. He was, as you\nmay conceive, greatly flattered. About Lord Byron, whom he knew well, he\ntold me some curious anecdotes. When Lord Byron passed through Florence,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nRogers was there. They had a good deal of conversation, and Rogers\naccompanied him to his carriage. The inn had fifty windows in front. All\nthe windows were crowded with women, mostly English women, to catch a\nglance at their favourite poet. Among them were some at whose houses he\nhad often been in England, and with whom he had lived on friendly terms.\nHe would not notice them, or return their salutations. Rogers was the\nonly person that he spoke to.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe worst thing that I know about Lord Byron is the very unfavourable\nimpression which he made on men, who certainly were not inclined to\njudge him harshly, and who, as far as I know, were never personally\nill-used by him. Sharp and Rogers both speak of him as an unpleasant,\naffected, splenetic person. I have heard hundreds and thousands of\npeople who never saw him rant about him; but I never heard a single\nexpression of fondness for him fall from the lips of any of those who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nknew him well. Yet, even now, after the lapse of five-and-twenty years,\nthere are those who cannot talk for a quarter of an hour about Charles\nFox without tears.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSydney Smith leaves London on the 20th, the day before Parliament meets\nfor business. I advised him to stay, and see something of his friends\nwho would be crowding to London. \"My flock!\" said this good shepherd.\n\"My dear Sir, remember my flock! The hungry sheep look up and are not\nfed.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI could say nothing to such an argument; but I could not help thinking\nthat, if Mr. Daniel Wilson had said such a thing, it would infallibly\nhave appeared in his funeral sermon, and in his Life by Baptist Noel.\nBut in poor Sydney's mouth it sounded like a joke. He begged me to come\nand see him at Combe Florey. \"There I am, Sir, the priest of the Flowery\nValley, in a delightful parsonage, about which I care a good deal, and a\ndelightful country, about which I do not care a straw.\" I told him that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Compensation! Do you mean to insult me? A beneficed clergyman,\nan orthodox clergyman, a nobleman's chaplain, to be no more than\ncompensation for a Brahmin; and a heretic Brahmin too, a fellow who has\nlost his own religion and can't find another; a vile heterodox dog, who,\nas I am credibly informed eats beef-steaks in private! A man who has\nlost his caste! who ought to have melted lead poured down his nostrils,\nif the good old Vedas were in force as they ought to be.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThese are some Boswelliana of Sydney; not very clerical, you will say,\nbut indescribably amusing to the hearers, whatever the readers may think\nof them. Nothing can present a more striking contrast to his rapid,\nloud, laughing utterance, and his rector-like amplitude and rubicundity,\nthan the low, slow, emphatic tone, and the corpse-like face of Rogers.\nThere is as great a difference in what they say as in the voice and\nlook with which they say it. The conversation of Rogers is remarkably", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npolished and artificial. What he says seems to have been long meditated,\nand might be published with little correction. Sydney talks from the\nimpulse of the moment, and his fun is quite inexhaustible.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 8, 1831.\n\nMy dear Sister,--Yesterday night I went to the Jew's. I had indeed no\nexcuse for forgetting the invitation; for, about a week after I had\nreceived the green varnished billet, and answered it, came another in\nthe self-same words, and addressed to Mr. Macaulay, Junior. I thought\nthat my answer had miscarried; so down I sate, and composed a second\nepistle to the Hebrews. I afterwards found that the second invitation\nwas meant for Charles.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI set off a little after ten, having attired myself simply as for a\ndinner-party. The house is a very fine one. The door was guarded by\npeace-officers, and besieged by starers. My host met me in a\nsuperb court-dress, with his sword at his side. There was a most\nsumptuous-looking Persian, covered with gold lace. Then there was an\nItalian bravo with a long beard. Two old gentlemen, who ought to have\nbeen wiser, were fools enough to come in splendid Turkish costumes at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich everybody laughed. The fancy-dresses were worn almost exclusively\nby the young people. The ladies for the most part contented themselves\nwith a few flowers and ribands oddly disposed. There was, however,\na beautiful Mary Queen of Scots, who looked as well as dressed the\ncharacter perfectly; an angel of a Jewess in a Highland plaid; and\nan old woman, or rather a woman,--for through her disguise it was\nimpossible to ascertain her age,--in the absurdest costume of the last", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncentury. These good people soon began their quadrilles and galopades,\nand were enlivened by all the noise that twelve fiddlers could make for\ntheir lives.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou must not suppose the company was made up of these mummers. There was\nDr. Lardner, and Long, the Greek Professor in the London University, and\nSheil, and Strutt, and Romilly, and Owen the philanthropist. Owen laid\nbold on Sheil, and gave him a lecture on Co-operation which lasted\nfor half an hour. At last Sheil made his escape. Then Owen seized Mrs.\nSheil,--a good Catholic, and a very agreeable woman,--and began to prove\nto her that there could be no such thing as moral responsibility. I had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfled at the first sound of his discourse, and was talking with Strutt\nand Romilly, when behold! I saw Owen leave Mrs. Sheil and come towards\nus. So I cried out \"Sauve qui peut!\" and we ran off. But before we had\ngot five feet from where we were standing, who should meet us face to\nface but Old Basil Montagu? \"Nay, then,\" said I, \"the game is up. The\nPrussians are on our rear. If we are to be bored to death there is no\nhelp for it.\" Basil seized Romilly; Owen took possession of Strutt; and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI was blessing myself on my escape, when the only human being worthy to\nmake a third with such a pair, J--, caught me by the arm, and begged to\nhave a quarter of an hour's conversation with me. While I was suffering\nunder J--, a smart impudent-looking young dog, dressed like a sailor in\na blue jacket and check shirt, marched up, and asked a Jewish-looking\ndamsel near me to dance with him. I thought that I had seen the fellow\nbefore; and, after a little looking, I perceived that it was Charles;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf I were to tell you all that I saw I should exceed my ounce. There\nwas Martin the painter, and Proctor, alias Barry Cornwall, the poet or\npoetaster. I did not see one Peer, or one star, except a foreign order\nor two, which I generally consider as an intimation to look to my\npockets. A German knight is a dangerous neighbour in a crowd. [Macaulay\nended by being a German knight himself.] After seeing a galopade very\nprettily danced by the Israelitish women, I went downstairs, reclaimed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmy hat, and walked into the dining-room. There, with some difficulty,\nI squeezed myself between a Turk and a Bernese peasant, and obtained an\nice, a macaroon, and a glass of wine. Charles was there, very active in\nhis attendance on his fair Hilpah. I bade him good night. \"What!\" said\nyoung Hopeful, \"are you going yet?\" It was near one o'clock; but this\njoyous tar seemed to think it impossible that anybody could dream of\nleaving such delightful enjoyments till daybreak. I left him staying", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHilpah with flagons, and walked quietly home. But it was some time\nbefore I could get to sleep. The sound of fiddles was in mine ears; and\ngaudy dresses, and black hair, and Jewish noses, were fluctuating up and\ndown before mine eyes.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is a fancy ball for you. If Charles writes a history of it, tell\nme which of us does it best.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 10. 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am at Basinghall Street, and I snatch this quarter of\nan hour, the only quarter of an hour which I am likely to secure during\nthe day, to write to you. I will not omit writing two days running,\nbecause, if my letters give you half the pleasure which your letters\ngive me, you will, I am sure, miss them. I have not, however, much to\ntell. I have been very busy with my article on Moore's Life of Byron. I\nnever wrote anything with less heart. I do not like the book; I do not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI dined the day before yesterday at Sir George Philips's with Sotheby,\nMorier the author of \"Hadji Baba,\" and Sir James Mackintosh. Morier\nbegan to quote Latin before the ladies had left the room, and quoted it\nby no means to the purpose. After their departure he fell to repeating\nVirgil, choosing passages which everybody else knows and does not\nrepeat. He, though he tried to repeat them, did not know them, and could\nnot get on without my prompting. Sotheby was full of his translation of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHomer's Iliad, some specimens of which he has already published. It is a\ncomplete failure; more literal than that of Pope, but still tainted\nwith the deep radical vice of Pope's version, a thoroughly modern and\nartificial manner. It bears the same kind of relation to the Iliad\nthat Robertson's narrative bears to the story of Joseph in the book of\nGenesis.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is a pretty allegory in Homer--I think in the last book, but I\nforget precisely where--about two vessels, the one filled with blessings\nand the other with sorrow, which stand, says the poet, on the right and\nleft hand of Jupiter's throne, and from which he dispenses good and evil\nat his pleasure among men. What word to use for these vessels has long\nposed the translators of Homer. Pope, who loves to be fine, calls\nthem _urns_. Cowper, who loves to be coarse, calls them _casks_;--a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntranslation more improper than Pope's; for a cask is, in our general\nunderstanding, a wooden vessel; and the Greek word means an earthen\nvessel. There is a curious letter of Cowper's to one of his female\ncorrespondents about this unfortunate word. She begged that Jupiter\nmight be allowed a more elegant piece of furniture for his throne than\na cask. But Cowper was peremptory. I mentioned this incidentally when\nwe were talking about translations. This set Sotheby off. \"I,\" said", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe, \"have translated it _vase_. I hope that meets your ideas. Don't you\nthink vase will do? Does it satisfy you?\" I told him, sincerely enough,\nthat it satisfied me; for I must be most unreasonable to be dissatisfied\nat anything that he chooses to put in a book which I never shall read.\nMackintosh was very agreeable; and, as usually happens when I meet him,\nI learned something from him. [Macaulay wrote to one of his nieces in\nSeptember 1859: \"I am glad that Mackintosh's Life interests you. I knew", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe great topic now in London is not, as you perhaps fancy, Reform,\nbut Cholera. There is a great panic; as great a panic as I remember,\nparticularly in the City. Rice shakes his head, and says that this is\nthe most serious thing that has happened in his time; and assuredly, if\nthe disease were to rage in London as it has lately raged in Riga, it\nwould be difficult to imagine anything more horrible. I, however, feel\nno uneasiness. In the first place I have a strong leaning towards the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndoctrines of the anti-contagionists. In the next place I repose a great\nconfidence in the excellent food and the cleanliness of the English.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have this instant received your letter of yesterday with the enclosed\nproof-sheets. Your criticism is to a certain extent just; but you have\nnot considered the whole sentence together. Depressed is in itself\nbetter than weighed down; but \"the oppressive privileges which had\ndepressed industry\" would be a horrible cacophony. I hope that word\nconvinces you. I have often observed that a fine Greek compound is an\nexcellent substitute for a reason.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI met Rogers at the Athenaeum. He begged me to breakfast with him, and\nname my day, and promised that he would procure me as agreeable a party\nas he could find in London. Very kind of the old man, is it not? and,\nif you knew how Rogers is thought of, you would think it as great a\ncompliment as could be paid to a Duke. Have you seen what the author of\nthe \"Young Duke\" says about me: how rabid I am, and how certain I am to\nrat?\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's account of the allusion to himself in the \"Young Duke\"\nis perfectly accurate; and yet, when read as a whole, the passage in\nquestion does not appear to have been ill-naturedly meant. [\"I hear that\nMr. Babington Macaulay is to be returned. If he speaks half as well as\nhe writes, the House will be in fashion again. I fear that he is one of\nthose who, like the individual whom he has most studied, will give up to\na party what was meant for mankind. At any rate, he must get rid of his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrabidity. He writes now on all subjects as if he certainly intended to\nbe a renegade, and was determined to make the contrast complete.\"--The\nYoung Duke, book v chap. vi.] It is much what any young literary man\noutside the House of Commons might write of another who had only been\ninside that House for a few weeks; and it was probably forgotten by the\nauthor within twenty-four hours after the ink was dry. It is to be\nhoped that the commentators of the future will not treat it as an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 25, 1831.\n\nMy dear Sister,--There was, as you will see, no debate on Lord John\nRussell's motion. The Reform Bill is to be brought in, read once, and\nprinted, without discussion. The contest will be on the second reading,\nand will be protracted, I should think, through the whole of the week\nafter next;--next week it will be, when you read this letter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI breakfasted with Rogers yesterday. There was nobody there but Moore.\nWe were all on the most friendly and familiar terms possible; and Moore,\nwho is, Rogers tells me, excessively pleased with my review of his\nbook, showed me very marked attention. I was forced to go away early on\naccount of bankrupt business; but Rogers said that we must have the talk\nout so we are to meet at his house again to breakfast. What a delightful\nhouse it is! It looks out on the Green Park just at the most pleasant", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npoint. The furniture has been selected with a delicacy of taste quite\nunique. Its value does not depend on fashion, but must be the same while\nthe fine arts are held in any esteem. In the drawing-room, for example,\nthe chimney-pieces are carved by Flaxman into the most beautiful Grecian\nforms. The book-case is painted by Stothard, in his very best manner,\nwith groups from Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Boccacio. The pictures are\nnot numerous; but every one is excellent. In the dining-room there are", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalso some beautiful paintings. But the three most remarkable objects in\nthat room are, I think, a cast of Pope taken after death by Roubiliac;\na noble model in terra-cotta by Michael Angelo, from which he afterwards\nmade one of his finest statues, that of Lorenzo de Medici; and, lastly,\na mahogany table on which stands an antique vase.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen Chantrey dined with Rogers some time ago he took particular notice\nof the vase, and the table on which it stands, and asked Rogers who\nmade the table. \"A common carpenter,\" said Rogers. \"Do you remember\nthe making of it?\" said Chantrey. \"Certainly,\" said Rogers, in some\nsurprise. \"I was in the room while it was finished with the chisel, and\ngave the workman directions about placing it.\" \"Yes,\" said Chantrey, \"I\nwas the carpenter. I remember the room well, and all the circumstances.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA curious story, I think, and honourable both to the talent which raised\nChantrey, and to the magnanimity which kept him from being ashamed of\nwhat he had been.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 29, 1831.\n\nMy dear Sister,--We are not yet in the full tide of Parliamentary\nbusiness. Next week the debates will be warm and long. I should not\nwonder if we had a discussion of five nights. I shall probably take a\npart in it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have breakfasted again with Rogers. The party was a remarkable\none,--Lord John Russell, Tom Moore, Tom Campbell, and Luttrell. We were\nall very lively. An odd incident took place after breakfast, while we\nwere standing at the window and looking into the Green Park. Somebody\nwas talking about diners-out. \"Ay,\" said Campbell--\n\n\"Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTom Moore asked where the line was. \"Don't you know?\" said Campbell.\n\"Not I,\" said Moore. \"Surely,\" said Campbell, \"it is your own.\" \"I never\nsaw it in my life,\" said Moore. \"It is in one of your best things in the\nTimes,\" said Campbell. Moore denied it. Hereupon I put in my claim,\nand told them that it was mine. Do you remember it? It is in some lines\ncalled the Political Georgics, which I sent to the Times about three\nyears ago. They made me repeat the lines, and were vociferous in praise", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"There is another poem in the Times that I should like to know\nthe author of;--A Parson's Account of his Journey to the Cambridge\nElection.\" I laid claim to that also. \"That is curious,\" said Moore. \"I\nbegged Barnes to tell me who wrote it. He said that he had received it\nfrom Cambridge, and touched it up himself, and pretended that all the\nbest strokes were his. I believed that he was lying, because I never\nknew him to make a good joke in his life. And now the murder is out.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThey asked me whether I had put anything else in the Times. Nothing, I\nsaid, except the Sortes Virgilianae, which Lord John remembered well.\nI never mentioned the Cambridge Journey, or the Georgics, to any but\nmy own family; and I was therefore, as you may conceive, not a little\nflattered to hear in one day Moore praising one of them, and Campbell\npraising the other.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI find that my article on Byron is very popular; one among a thousand\nproofs of the bad taste of the public. I am to review Croker's edition\nof Bozzy. It is wretchedly ill done. The notes are poorly written, and\nshamefully inaccurate. There is, however, much curious information in\nit. The whole of the Tour to the Hebrides is incorporated with the Life.\nSo are most of Mrs. Thrale's anecdotes, and much of Sir John Hawkins's\nlumbering book. The whole makes five large volumes. There is a most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlaughable sketch of Bozzy, taken by Sir T. Lawrence when young. I never\nsaw a character so thoroughly hit off. I intend the book for you, when I\nhave finished my criticism on it. You are, next to myself, the best read\nBoswellite that I know. The lady whom Johnson abused for flattering\nhim [See Boswell's Life of Johnson, April 15, 1778.] was certainly,\naccording to Croker, Hannah More. Another ill-natured sentence about\na Bath lady [\"He would not allow me to praise a lady then at Bath;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nobserving, 'She does not gain upon me, sir; I think her empty-headed.'\"]\nwhom Johnson called \"empty-headed\" is also applied to your godmother.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I have been so busy during the last two or three days\nthat I have found no time to write to you. I have now good news for you.\nI spoke yesterday night with a success beyond my utmost expectations. I\nam half ashamed to tell you the compliments which I have received; but\nyou well know that it is not from vanity, but to give you pleasure, that\nI tell you what is said about me. Lord Althorp told me twice that it was\nthe best speech he had ever heard; Graham, and Stanley, and Lord John", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nRussell spoke of it in the same way; and O'Connell followed me out of\nthe house to pay me the most enthusiastic compliments. I delivered my\nspeech much more slowly than any that I have before made, and it is in\nconsequence better reported than its predecessors, though not well. I\nsend you several papers. You will see some civil things in the leading\narticles of some of them. My greatest pleasure, in the midst of all this\npraise, is to think of the pleasure which my success will give to my", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfather and my sisters. It is happy for me that ambition has in my mind\nbeen softened into a kind of domestic feeling, and that affection has at\nleast as much to do as vanity with my wish to distinguish myself. This\nI owe to my dear mother, and to the interest which she always took in my\nchildish successes. From my earliest years, the gratification of those\nwhom I love has been associated with the gratification of my own thirst\nfor fame, until the two have become inseparably joined in my mind.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Do you want to hear all the compliments that are paid\nto me? I shall never end, if I stuff my letters with them; for I meet\nnobody who does not give me joy. Baring tells me that I ought never to\nspeak again. Howick sent a note to me yesterday to say that his father\nwished very much to be introduced to me, and asked me to dine with them\nyesterday, as, by great good luck, there was nothing to do in the\nHouse of Commons. At seven I went to Downing Street, where Earl Grey's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nofficial residence stands. It is a noble house. There are two splendid\ndrawing-rooms, which overlook St. James's Park. Into these I was shown.\nThe servant told me that Lord Grey was still at the House of Lords, and\nthat her Ladyship had just gone to dress. Howick had not mentioned the\nhour in his note. I sate down, and turned over two large portfolios of\npolitical caricatures. Earl Grey's own face was in every print. I was\nvery much diverted. I had seen some of them before; but many were new to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nme, and their merit is extraordinary. They were the caricatures of that\nremarkably able artist who calls himself H. B. In about half an hour\nLady Georgiana Grey, and the Countess, made their appearance. We had\nsome pleasant talk, and they made many apologies. The Earl, they said,\nwas unexpectedly delayed by a question which had arisen in the Lords.\nLady Holland arrived soon after, and gave me a most gracious reception;\nshook my hand very warmly, and told me, in her imperial decisive manner,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat she had talked with all the principal men on our side about my\nspeech, that they all agreed that it was the best that had been made\nsince the death of Fox, and that it was more like Fox's speaking than\nanybody's else. Then she told me that I was too much worked, that I must\ngo out of town, and absolutely insisted on my going to Holland House to\ndine, and take a bed, on the next day on which there is no Parliamentary\nbusiness. At eight we went to dinner. Lord Howick took his father's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nplace, and we feasted very luxuriously. At nine Lord Grey came from the\nHouse with Lord Durham, Lord Holland, and the Duke of Richmond. They\ndined on the remains of our dinner with great expedition, as they had to\ngo to a Cabinet Council at ten. Of course I had scarcely any talk with\nLord Grey. He was, however, extremely polite to me, and so were his\ncolleagues. I liked the ways of the family.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI picked up some news from these Cabinet Ministers. There is to be\na Coronation on quite a new plan; no banquet in Westminster Hall, no\nfeudal services, no champion, no procession from the Abbey to the Hall,\nand back again. But there is to be a service in the Abbey. All the Peers\nare to come in state and in their robes, and the King is to take the\noaths, and be crowned and anointed in their presence. The spectacle will\nbe finer than usual to the multitude out of doors. The few hundreds who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Since I wrote to you I have been out to dine and sleep\nat Holland House. We had a very agreeable and splendid party; among\nothers the Duke and Duchess of Richmond, and the Marchioness of\nClanricarde, who, you know, is the daughter of Canning. She is very\nbeautiful, and very like her father, with eyes full of fire, and great\nexpression in all her features. She and I had a great deal of talk. She\nshowed much cleverness and information, but, I thought, a little more of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npolitical animosity than is quite becoming in a pretty woman. However,\nshe has been placed in peculiar circumstances. The daughter of a\nstatesman who was a martyr to the rage of faction may be pardoned\nfor speaking sharply of the enemies of her parent; and she did speak\nsharply. With knitted brows, and flashing eyes, and a look of feminine\nvengeance about her beautiful mouth, she gave me such a character of\nPeel as he would certainly have had no pleasure in hearing.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the evening Lord John Russell came; and, soon after, old Talleyrand.\nI had seen Talleyrand in very large parties, but had never been near\nenough to hear a word that he said. I now had the pleasure of listening\nfor an hour and a half to his conversation. He is certainly the greatest\ncuriosity that I ever fell in with. His head is sunk down between two\nhigh shoulders. One of his feet is hideously distorted. His face is as\npale as that of a corpse, and wrinkled to a frightful degree. His eyes", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave an odd glassy stare quite peculiar to them. His hair, thickly\npowdered and pomatumed, hangs down his shoulders on each side as\nstraight as a pound of tallow candles. His conversation, however, soon\nmakes you forget his ugliness and infirmities. There is a poignancy\nwithout effort in all that he says, which reminded me a little of the\ncharacter which the wits of Johnson's circle give of Beauclerk. For\nexample, we talked about Metternich and Cardinal Mazarin. \"J'y trouve", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbeaucoup a redire. Le Cardinal trompait; mais il ne mentait pas. Or, M.\nde Metternich ment toujours, et ne trompe jamais.\" He mentioned M. de\nSt. Aulaire,--now one of the most distinguished public men of France. I\nsaid: \"M. de Saint-Aulaire est beau-pere de M. le duc de Cazes, n'est-ce\npas?\" \"Non, monsieur,\" said Talleyrand; \"l'on disait, il y a douze\nans, que M. de Saint-Aulaire etoit beau-pere de M. de Cazes; l'on dit\nmaintenant que M. de Cazes est gendre de M. de Saint-Aulaire.\" [This", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaying remained in Macaulay's mind. He quoted it on the margin of his\nAulus Gellius, as an illustration of the passage in the nineteenth book\nin which Julius Caesar is described, absurdly enough as \"perpetuus ille\ndictator, Cneii Pompeii socer\".] It was not easy to describe the change\nin the relative positions of two men more tersely and more sharply; and\nthese remarks were made in the lowest tone, and without the slightest\nchange of muscle, just as if he had been remarking that the day was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfine. He added: \"M. de Saint-Aulaire a beaucoup d'esprit. Mais il est\ndevot, et, ce qui pis est, devot honteux. Il va se cacher dans quelque\nhameau pour faire ses Paques.\" This was a curious remark from a Bishop.\nHe told several stories about the political men of France; not of any\ngreat value in themselves; but his way of telling them was beyond\nall praise,--concise, pointed, and delicately satirical. When he had\ndeparted, I could not help breaking out into admiration of his talent", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor relating anecdotes. Lady Holland said that he had been considered\nfor nearly forty years as the best teller of a story in Europe, and that\nthere was certainly nobody like him in that respect.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen the Prince was gone, we went to bed. In the morning Lord John\nRussell drove me back to London in his cabriolet, much amused with what\nI had seen and heard. But I must stop.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nBasinghall Street: July 15 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--The rage of faction at the present moment exceeds\nanything that has been known in our day. Indeed I doubt whether, at the\ntime of Mr. Pitt's first becoming Premier, at the time of Sir Robert\nWalpole's fall, or even during the desperate struggles between the\nWhigs and Tories at the close of Anne's reign, the fury of party was so\nfearfully violent. Lord Mahon said to me yesterday that friendships of\nlong standing were everywhere giving way, and that the schism between", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe reformers and the anti-reformers was spreading from the House of\nCommons into every private circle. Lord Mahon himself is an exception.\nHe and I are on excellent terms. But Praed and I become colder every\nday.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe scene of Tuesday night beggars description. I left the House at\nabout three, in consequence of some expressions of Lord Althorp's which\nindicated that the Ministry was inclined to yield on the question of\ngoing into Committee on the Bill. I afterwards much regretted that I had\ngone away; not that my presence was necessary; but because I should have\nliked to have sate through so tremendous a storm. Towards eight in\nthe morning the Speaker was almost fainting. The Ministerial members,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhowever, were as true as steel. They furnished the Ministry with the\nresolution which it wanted. \"If the noble Lord yields,\" said one of\nour men, \"all is lost.\" Old Sir Thomas Baring sent for his razor, and\nBenett, the member for Wiltshire, for his night-cap; and they were both\nresolved to spend the whole day in the House rather than give way. If\nthe Opposition had not yielded, in two hours half London would have been\nin Old Palace Yard.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSince Tuesday the Tories have been rather cowed. But their demeanour,\nthough less outrageous than at the beginning of the week, indicates what\nwould in any other time be called extreme violence. I have not been once\nin bed till three in the morning since last Sunday. To-morrow we have a\nholiday. I dine at Lansdowne House. Next week I dine with Littleton,\nthe member for Staffordshire, and his handsome wife. He told me that\nI should meet two men whom I am curious to see, Lord Plunket and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--On Saturday evening I went to Holland House. There\nI found the Dutch Ambassador, M. de Weissembourg, Mr. and Mrs. Vernon\nSmith, and Admiral Adam, a son of old Adam, who fought the duel with\nFox. We dined like Emperors, and jabbered in several languages. Her\nLadyship, for an esprit fort, is the greatest coward that I ever saw.\nThe last time that I was there she was frightened out of her wits by the\nthunder. She closed all the shutters, drew all the curtains, and ordered", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncandles in broad day to keep out the lightning, or rather the appearance\nof the lightning. On Saturday she was in a terrible taking about the\ncholera; talked of nothing else; refused to eat any ice because somebody\nsaid that ice was bad for the cholera; was sure that the cholera was at\nGlasgow; and asked me why a cordon of troops was not instantly placed\naround that town to prevent all intercourse between the infected and the\nhealthy spots. Lord Holland made light of her fears. He is a thoroughly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngood-natured, open, sensible man; very lively; very intellectual; well\nread in politics, and in the lighter literature both of ancient and\nmodern times. He sets me more at ease than almost any person that I\nknow, by a certain good-humoured way of contradicting that he has.\nHe always begins by drawing down his shaggy eyebrows, making a face\nextremely like his uncle, wagging his head and saying: \"Now do you know,\nMr. Macaulay, I do not quite see that. How do you make it out?\" He", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntells a story delightfully; and bears the pain of his gout, and the\nconfinement and privations to which it subjects him, with admirable\nfortitude and cheerfulness. Her Ladyship is all courtesy and kindness\nto me; but her demeanour to some others, particularly to poor Allen, is\nsuch as it quite pains me to witness. He really is treated like a <DW64>\nslave. \"Mr. Allen, go into my drawing-room and bring my reticule.\"\n\"Mr. Allen, go and see what can be the matter that they do not bring up", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndinner.\" \"Mr. Allen, there is not enough turtle-soup for you. You must\ntake gravy-soup or none.\" Yet I can scarcely pity the man. He has an\nindependent income; and, if he can stoop to be ordered about like a\nfootman, I cannot so much blame her for the contempt with which she\ntreats him.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPerhaps I may write again to-morrow.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLibrary of the House of Commons\n\nJuly 26, 1831.\n\nMy dear Sister,--Here I am seated, waiting for the debate on the borough\nof St. Germains with a very quiet party,--Lord Milton, Lord Tavistock,\nand George Lamb. But, instead of telling you in dramatic form my\nconversations with Cabinet Ministers, I shall, I think, go back two\nor three days, and complete the narrative which I left imperfect in my\nepistle of yesterday.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[This refers to a passage in a former letter, likewise written from the\nLibrary of the House.\n\n\"'Macaulay!' Who calls Macaulay? Sir James Graham. What can he have to\nsay to me? Take it dramatically:\n\nSir J. G. Macaulay!\n\nMacaulay. What?\n\nSir J. G. Whom are you writing to, that you laugh so much over your\nletter?\n\nMacaulay. To my constituents at Caine, to be sure. They expect news of\nthe Reform Bill every day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSir J. G. Well, writing to constituents is less of a plague to you than\nto most people, to judge by your face.\n\nMacaulay. How do you know that I am not writing a billet doux to a lady?\n\nSir J. G. You look more like it, by Jove!\n\nCutlar Ferguson, M.P. for Kirkcudbright. Let ladies and constituents\nalone, and come into the House. We are going on to the case of the\nborough of Great Bedwin immediately.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt half after seven on Sunday I was set down at Littleton's palace, for\nsuch it is, in Grosvenor Place. It really is a noble house; four\nsuperb drawing-rooms on the first floor, hung round with some excellent\npictures--a Hobbema, (the finest by that artist in the world, it is\nsaid,) and Lawrence's charming portrait of Mrs. Littleton. The beautiful\noriginal, by the bye, did not make her appearance. We were a party of\ngentlemen. But such gentlemen! Listen, and be proud of your connection", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith one who is admitted to eat and drink in the same room with beings\nso exalted. There were two Chancellors, Lord Brougham and Lord Plunket.\nThere was Earl Gower; Lord St. Vincent; Lord Seaford; Lord Duncannon;\nLord Ebrington; Sir James Graham; Sir John Newport; the two Secretaries\nof the Treasury, Rice and Ellice; George Lamb; Denison; and half a\ndozen more Lords and distinguished Commoners, not to mention Littleton\nhimself. Till last year he lived in Portman Square. When he changed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhis residence his servants gave him warning. They could not, they said,\nconsent to go into such an unheard-of part of the world as Grosvenor\nPlace. I can only say that I have never been in a finer house than\nLittleton's, Lansdowne House excepted,--and perhaps Lord Milton's, which\nis also in Grosvenor Place. He gave me a dinner of dinners. I talked\nwith Denison, and with nobody else. I have found out that the real use\nof conversational powers is to put them forth in tete-a-tete. A man", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nis flattered by your talking your best to him alone. Ten to one he is\npiqued by your overpowering him before a company. Denison was agreeable\nenough. I heard only one word from Lord Plunket, who was remarkably\nsilent. He spoke of Doctor Thorpe, and said that, having heard the\nDoctor in Dublin, he should like to hear him again in London. \"Nothing\neasier,\" quoth Littleton; \"his chapel is only two doors off; and he will\nbe just mounting the pulpit.\" \"No,\" said Lord Plunket; \"I can't lose my", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt midnight I walked away with George Lamb, and went--where for a ducat?\n\"To bed,\" says Miss Hannah. Nay, my sister, not so; but to Brooks's.\nThere I found Sir James Macdonald; Lord Duncannon, who had left\nLittleton's just before us; and many other Whigs and ornaments of human\nnature. As Macdonald and I were rising to depart we saw Rogers, and I\nwent to shake hands with him. You cannot think how kind the old man was\nto me. He shook my hand over and over, and told me that Lord Plunket", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAway I went from Brooks's--but whither? \"To bed now, I am sure,\" says\nlittle Anne. No, but on a walk with Sir James Macdonald to the end of\nSloane Street, talking about the Ministry, the Reform Bill, and the East\nIndia question.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nHouse of Commons Smoking Room: Saturday.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--The newspapers will have, explained the reason of our\nsitting to-day. At three this morning I left the House. At two this\nafternoon I have returned to it, with the thermometer at boiling heat,\nand four hundred and fifty people stowed together like <DW64>s in the\nJohn Newton's slaveship. I have accordingly left Sir Francis Burdett\non his legs, and repaired to the smoking-room; a large, wainscoted,\nuncarpeted place, with tables covered with green baize and writing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmaterials. On a full night it is generally thronged towards twelve\no'clock with smokers. It is then a perfect cloud of fume. There have I\nseen, (tell it not to the West Indians,) Buxton blowing fire out of his\nmouth. My father will not believe it. At present, however, all the doors\nand windows are open, and the room is pure enough from tobacco to suit\nmy father himself.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGet Blackwood's new number. There is a description of me in it. What do\nyou think he says that I am? \"A little, splay-footed, ugly, dumpling of\na fellow, with a mouth from ear to ear.\" Conceive how such a charge must\naffect a man so enamoured of his own beauty as I am.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI said a few words the other night. They were merely in reply, and quite\nunpremeditated, and were not ill received. I feel that much practice\nwill be necessary to make me a good debater on points of detail; but my\nfriends tell me that I have raised my reputation by showing that I was\nquite equal to the work of extemporaneous reply. My manner, they say, is\ncold and wants care. I feel this myself. Nothing but strong excitement,\nand a great occasion, overcomes a certain reserve and mauvaise honte", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich I have in public speaking; not a mauvaise honte which in the least\nconfuses me, or makes me hesitate for a word, but which keeps me from\nputting any fervour into my tone or my action. This is perhaps in some\nrespects an advantage; for, when I do warm, I am the most vehement\nspeaker in the House, and nothing strikes an audience so much as the\nanimation of an orator who is generally cold.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI ought to tell you that Peel was very civil, and cheered me loudly; and\nthat impudent leering Croker congratulated the House on the proof which\nI had given of my readiness. He was afraid, he said, that I had been\nsilent so long on account of the many allusions which had been made\nto Calne. Now that I had risen again he hoped that they should hear me\noften. See whether I do not dust that varlet's jacket for him in the\nnext number of the Blue and Yellow. I detest him more than cold boiled", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nveal. [\"By the bye,\" Macaulay writes elsewhere, \"you never saw such a\nscene as Croker's oration on Friday night. He abused Lord John Russell;\nhe abused Lord Althorp; he abused the Lord Advocate, and we took no\nnotice;--never once groaned or cried 'No!' But he began to praise Lord\nFitzwilliam;--'a venerable nobleman, an excellent and amiable nobleman'\nand so forth; and we all broke out together with 'Question!' 'No, no!'\n'This is too bad!' 'Don't, don't!' He then called Canning his right", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter the debate I walked about the streets with Bulwer till near\nthree o'clock. I spoke to him about his novels with perfect sincerity,\npraising warmly, and criticising freely. He took the praise as a greedy\nboy takes apple-pie, and the criticism as a good dutiful boy takes\nsenna-tea. He has one eminent merit, that of being a most enthusiastic\nadmirer of mine; so that I may be the hero of a novel yet, under the\nname of Delamere or Mortimer. Only think what an honour!", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBulwer is to be editor of the New Monthly Magazine. He begged me very\nearnestly to give him something for it. I would make no promises; for\nI am already over head and ears in literary engagements. But I may\npossibly now and then send him some trifle or other. At all events I\nshall expect him to puff me well. I do not see why I should not have my\npuffers as well as my neighbours.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am glad that you have read Madame de Stael's Allemagne. The book is a\nfoolish one in some respects; but it abounds with information, and shows\ngreat mental power. She was certainly the first woman of her age; Miss\nEdgeworth, I think, the second; and Miss Austen the third.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: August 29, 1831.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Here I am again settled, sitting up in the House\nof Commons till three o'clock five days in the week, and getting an\nindigestion at great dinners the remaining two. I dined on Saturday with\nLord Althorp, and yesterday with Sir James Graham. Both of them gave me\nexactly the same dinner; and, though I am not generally copious on the\nrepasts which my hosts provide for me, I must tell you, for the honour\nof official hospitality, how our Ministers regale their supporters.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLord Althorp was extremely pleasant at the head of his own table. We\nwere a small party; Lord Ebrington, Hawkins, Captain Spencer, Stanley,\nand two or three more. We all of us congratulated Lord Althorp on his\ngood health and spirits. He told us that he never took exercise now;\nthat from his getting up, till four o'clock, he was engaged in the\nbusiness of his office; that at four he dined, went down to the House\nat five, and never stirred till the House rose, which is always after", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmidnight; that he then went home, took a basin of arrow-root with a\nglass of sherry in it, and went to bed, where he always dropped asleep\nin three minutes. \"During the week,\" said he, \"which followed my taking\noffice, I did not close my eyes for anxiety. Since that time I have\nnever been awake a quarter of an hour after taking off my clothes.\"\nStanley laughed at Lord Althorp's arrow-root, and recommended his own\nsupper, cold meat and warm negus; a supper which I will certainly begin", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe talked about timidity in speaking. Lord Althorp said that he had only\njust got over his apprehensions. \"I was as much afraid,\" he said, \"last\nyear as when first I came into Parliament. But now I am forced to speak\nso often that I am quite hardened. Last Thursday I was up forty times.\"\nI was not much surprised at this in Lord Althorp, as he is certainly one\nof the most modest men in existence. But I was surprised to hear Stanley\nsay that he never rose without great uneasiness. \"My throat and lips,\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe said, \"when I am going to speak, are as dry as those of a man who\nis going to be hanged.\" Nothing can be more composed and cool than\nStanley's manner. His fault is on that side. A little hesitation at\nthe beginning of a speech is graceful; and many eminent speakers have\npractised it, merely in order to give the appearance of unpremeditated\nreply to prepared speeches; but Stanley speaks like a man who never knew\nwhat fear, or even modesty, was. Tierney, it is remarkable, who was", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe most ready and fluent debater almost ever known, made a confession\nsimilar to Stanley's. He never spoke, he said, without feeling his knees\nknock together when he rose.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy opinion of Lord Althorp is extremely high. In fact, his character is\nthe only stay of the Ministry. I doubt whether any person has ever lived\nin England who, with no eloquence, no brilliant talents, no profound\ninformation, with nothing in short but plain good sense and an excellent\nheart, possessed so much influence both in and out of Parliament. His\ntemper is an absolute miracle. He has been worse used than any Minister\never was in debate; and he has never said one thing inconsistent, I do", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot say with gentlemanlike courtesy, but with real benevolence. Lord\nNorth, perhaps, was his equal in suavity and good-nature; but Lord North\nwas not a man of strict principles. His administration was not only\nan administration hostile to liberty, but it was supported by vile and\ncorrupt means,--by direct bribery, I fear, in many cases. Lord Althorp\nhas the temper of Lord North with the principles of Romilly. If he had\nthe oratorical powers of either of those men, he might do anything. But", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhis understanding, though just, is slow, and his elocution painfully\ndefective. It is, however, only justice to him to say that he has done\nmore service to the Reform Bill even as a debater than all the other\nMinisters together, Stanley excepted.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe are going,--by we I mean the Members of Parliament who are for\nreform,--as soon as the Bill is through the Commons, to give a grand\ndinner to Lord Althorp and Lord John Russell, as a mark of our respect.\nSome people wished to have the other Cabinet Ministers included; but\nGrant and Palmerston are not in sufficiently high esteem among the Whigs\nto be honoured with such a compliment.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: September 9, 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I scarcely know where to begin, or where to end, my\nstory of the magnificence of yesterday. No pageant can be conceived more\nsplendid. The newspapers will happily save me the trouble of relating\nminute particulars. I will therefore give you an account of my own\nproceedings, and mention what struck me most. I rose at six. The cannon\nawaked me; and, as soon as I got up, I heard the bells pealing on every\nside from all the steeples in London. I put on my court-dress, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlooked a perfect Lovelace in it. At seven the glass coach, which I had\nordered for myself and some of my friends, came to the door. I called in\nHill Street for William Marshall, M.P. for Beverley, and in Cork Street\nfor Strutt the Member for Derby, and Hawkins the Member for Tavistock.\nOur party being complete, we drove through crowds of people, and ranks\nof horseguards in cuirasses and helmets, to Westminster Hall, which we\nreached as the clock struck eight.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe House of Commons was crowded, and the whole assembly was in uniform.\nAfter prayers we went out in order by lot, the Speaker going last. My\ncounty, Wiltshire, was among the first drawn; so I got an excellent\nplace in the Abbey, next to Lord Mahon, who is a very great favourite of\nmine, and a very amusing companion, though a bitter Tory.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOur gallery was immediately over the great altar. The whole vast avenue\nof lofty pillars was directly in front of us. At eleven the guns\nfired, the organ struck up, and the procession entered. I never saw so\nmagnificent a scene. All down that immense vista of gloomy arches there\nwas one blaze of scarlet and gold. First came heralds in coats stiff\nwith embroidered lions, unicorns, and harps; then nobles bearing the\nregalia, with pages in rich dresses carrying their coronets on cushions;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthen the Dean and Prebendaries of Westminster in copes of cloth of gold;\nthen a crowd of beautiful girls and women, or at least of girls and\nwomen who at a distance looked altogether beautiful, attending on the\nQueen. Her train of purple velvet and ermine was borne by six of these\nfair creatures. All the great officers of state in full robes, the Duke\nof Wellington with his Marshal's staff, the Duke of Devonshire with his\nwhite rod, Lord Grey with the Sword of State, and the Chancellor with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhis seals, came in procession. Then all the Royal Dukes with their\ntrains borne behind them, and last the King leaning on two Bishops. I do\nnot, I dare say, give you the precise order. In fact, it was impossible\nto discern any order. The whole abbey was one blaze of gorgeous dresses,\nmingled with lovely faces.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Queen behaved admirably, with wonderful grace and dignity. The\nKing very awkwardly. The Duke of Devonshire looked as if he came to be\ncrowned instead of his master. I never saw so princely a manner and air.\nThe Chancellor looked like Mephistopheles behind Margaret in the church.\nThe ceremony was much too long, and some parts of it were carelessly\nperformed. The Archbishop mumbled. The Bishop of London preached, well\nenough indeed, but not so effectively as the occasion required; and,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nabove all, the bearing of the King made the foolish parts of the ritual\nappear monstrously ridiculous, and deprived many of the better parts of\ntheir proper effect. Persons who were at a distance perhaps did not feel\nthis; but I was near enough to see every turn of his finger, and every\nglance of his eye. The moment of the crowning was extremely fine. When\nthe Archbishop placed the crown on the head of the King, the trumpets\nsounded, and the whole audience cried out \"God save the King.\" All the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPeers and Peeresses put on their coronets, and the blaze of splendour\nthrough the Abbey seemed to be doubled. The King was then conducted to\nthe raised throne, where the Peers successively did him homage, each\nof them kissing his cheek, and touching the crown. Some of them were\ncheered, which I thought indecorous in such a place, and on such an\noccasion. The Tories cheered the Duke of Wellington; and our people, in\nrevenge, cheered Lord Grey and Brougham.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou will think this a very dull letter for so great a subject; but I\nhave only had time to scrawl these lines in order to catch the post.\nI have not a minute to read them over. I lost yesterday, and have been\nforced to work to-day. Half my article on Boswell went to Edinburgh the\nday before yesterday. I have, though I say it who should not say it,\nbeaten Croker black and blue. Impudent as he is, I think he must be\nashamed of the pickle in which I leave him. [Mr. Carlyle reviewed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCroker's book in \"Fraser's Magazine\" a few months after the appearance\nof Macaulay's article in the \"Edinburgh.\" The two Critics seem to have\narrived at much the same conclusion as to the merits of the work.\n\"In fine,\" writes Mr. Carlyle, \"what ideas Mr. Croker entertains of\na literary _whole_, and the thing called _Book_, and how the very\nPrinter's Devils did not rise in mutiny against such a conglomeration as\nthis, and refuse to print it, may remain a problem.... It is our painful", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nduty to declare, aloud, if that be necessary, that his gift, as weighed\nagainst the hard money which the booksellers demand for giving it you,\nis (in our judgment) very much the lighter. No portion, accordingly, of\nour small floating capital has been embarked in the business, or ever\nshall be. Indeed, were we in the market for such a thing, there is\nsimply no edition of Boswell to which this last would seem preferable,\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am in high spirits at the thought of soon seeing you\nall in London, and being again one of a family, and of a family which I\nlove so much. It is well that one has something to love in private life;\nfor the aspect of public affairs is very menacing;--fearful, I think,\nbeyond what people in general imagine. Three weeks, however, will\nprobably settle the whole, and bring to an issue the question, Reform or\nRevolution. One or the other I am certain that we must and shall have.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI assure you that the violence of the people, the bigotry of the Lords,\nand the stupidity and weakness of the Ministers, alarm me so much that\neven my rest is disturbed by vexation and uneasy forebodings; not for\nmyself; for I may gain, and cannot lose; but for this noble country,\nwhich seems likely to be ruined without the miserable consolation of\nbeing ruined by great men. All seems fair as yet, and will seem fair for\na fortnight longer. But I know the danger from information more accurate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand certain than, I believe, anybody not in power possesses; and I\nperceive, what our men in power do not perceive, how terrible the danger\nis.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI called on Lord Lansdowne on Sunday. He told me distinctly that he\nexpected the Bill to be lost in the Lords, and that, if it were\nlost, the Ministers must go out. I told him, with as much strength of\nexpression as was suited to the nature of our connection, and to his age\nand rank, that, if the Ministers receded before the Lords, and hesitated\nto make Peers, they and the Whig party were lost; that nothing remained\nbut an insolent oligarchy on the one side, and an infuriated people on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe other; and that Lord Grey and his colleagues would become as odious\nand more contemptible than Peel and the Duke of Wellington. Why did they\nnot think of all this earlier? Why put their hand to the plough, and\nlook back? Why begin to build without counting the cost of finishing?\nWhy raise the public appetite, and then baulk it? I told him that the\nHouse of Commons would address the King against a Tory Ministry. I\nfeel assured that it would do so. I feel assured that, if those who are", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbidden will not come, the highways and hedges will be ransacked to get\ntogether a reforming Cabinet. To one thing my mind is made up. If nobody\nelse will move an address to the Crown against a Tory Ministry, I will.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Ellis,--I should have written to you before, but that I mislaid\nyour letter and forgot your direction. When shall you be in London? Of\ncourse you do not mean to sacrifice your professional business to the\nwork of numbering the gates, and telling the towers, of boroughs in\nWales. [Mr. Ellis was one of the Commissioners appointed to arrange\nthe boundaries of Parliamentary boroughs in connection with the Reform\nBill.] You will come back, I suppose, with your head full of ten pound", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhouseholders instead of eroes and of Caermarthen and Denbigh instead of\nCarians and Pelasgians. Is it true, by the bye, that the Commissioners\nare whipped on the boundaries of the boroughs by the beadles, in order\nthat they may not forget the precise line which they have drawn? I deny\nit wherever I go, and assure people that some of my friends who are in\nthe Commission would not submit to such degradation.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou must have been hard-worked indeed, and soundly whipped too, if\nyou have suffered as much for the Reform Bill as we who debated it. I\nbelieve that there are fifty members of the House of Commons who have\ndone irreparable injury to their health by attendance on the discussions\nof this session. I have got through pretty well, but I look forward, I\nconfess, with great dismay to the thought of recommencing; particularly\nas Wetherell's cursed lungs seem to be in as good condition as ever.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have every reason to be gratified by the manner in which my speeches\nhave been received. To say the truth, the station which I now hold in\nthe House is such that I should not be inclined to quit it for any place\nwhich was not of considerable importance. What you saw about my having\na place was a blunder of a stupid reporter's. Croker was taunting the\nGovernment with leaving me to fight their battle, and to rally their\nfollowers; and said that the honourable and learned member for Calne,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthough only a practising barrister in title, seemed to be in reality\nthe most efficient member of the Government. By the bye, my article on\nCroker has not only smashed his book, but has hit the Westminster Review\nincidentally. The Utilitarians took on themselves to praise the accuracy\nof the most inaccurate writer that ever lived, and gave as an instance\nof it a note in which, as I have shown, he makes a mistake of twenty\nyears and more. John Mill is in a rage, and says that they are in a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nworse scrape than Croker; John Murray says that it is a damned nuisance;\nand Croker looks across the House of Commons at me with a leer of\nhatred, which I repay with a gracious smile of pity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am ashamed to have said so much about myself. But you asked for news\nabout me. No request is so certain to be granted, or so certain to be a\ncurse to him who makes it as that which you have made to me.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nLondon: January 9, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--I have been so much engaged by bankrupt business, as we\nare winding up the affairs of many estates, that I shall not be able to\nsend off my article about Hampden till Thursday the 12th. It will be,\nI fear, more than forty pages long. As Pascal said of his eighteenth\nletter, I would have made it shorter if I could have kept it longer. You\nmust indulge me, however; for I seldom offend in that way.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is in part a narrative. This is a sort of composition which I have\nnever yet attempted. You will tell me, I am sure with sincerity, how you\nthink that I succeed in it. I have said as little about Lord Nugent's\nbook as I decently could.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\n\nLondon: January 19, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--I will try the Life of Lord Burleigh, if you will tell\nLongman to send me the book. However bad the work may be, it will serve\nas a heading for an article on the times of Elizabeth. On the whole,\nI thought it best not to answer Croker. Almost all the little pamphlet\nwhich he published, (or rather printed, for I believe it is not for\nsale,) is made up of extracts from Blackwood; and I thought that a\ncontest with your grog-drinking, cock-fighting, cudgel-playing Professor", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof Moral Philosophy would be too degrading. I could have demolished\nevery paragraph of the defence. Croker defended his thuetoi philoi\nby quoting a passage of Euripides which, as every scholar knows, is\ncorrupt; which is nonsense and false metre if read as he reads it; and\nwhich Markland and Matthiae have set right by a most obvious correction.\nBut, as nobody seems to have read his vindication, we can gain nothing\nby refuting it. [\"Mr. Croker has favoured us with some Greek of his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nown. 'At the altar,' say Dr. Johnson. 'I recommended my th ph.'\n'These letters,' says the editor, (which Dr. Strahan seems not to\nhave understood,) probably mean _departed friends._' Johnson was not\na first-rate Greek scholar; but he knew more Greek than most boys\nwhen they leave school; and no schoolboy could venture to use the word\nthuetoi in the sense which Mr. Croker ascribes to it without imminent\ndanger of a flogging.\"--Macaulay's Review of Croker's Boswell.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay is invited to stand for Leeds--The Reform bill\n passes--Macaulay appointed Commissioner of the Board of\n Control--His life in office--Letters to his sisters--\n Contested election at Leeds--Macaulay's bearing as a\n candidate--Canvassing--Pledges--Intrusion of religion into\n politics--Placemen in Parliament--Liverpool--Margaret\n Macaulay's marriage--How it affected her brother--He is\n returned for Leeds--Becomes Secretary of the Board of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nControl--Letters to Hannah Macaulay--Session of 1832--\n Macaulay's Speech on the India Bill--His regard for Lord\n Glenelg--Letters to Hannah Macaulay--The West Indian\n question--Macaulay resigns Office--He gains his point, and\n resumes his place--Emancipation of the Slaves--Death of\n Wilberforce--Macaulay is appointed Member of the Supreme\n Council of India--Letters to Hannah Macaulay, Lord\n Lansdowne, and Mr. Napier--Altercation between Lord Althorp", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDURING the earlier half of the year 1832 the vessel of Reform was still\nlabouring heavily; but, long before she was through the breakers, men\nhad begun to discount the treasures which she was bringing into port.\nThe time was fast approaching when the country would be called upon to\nchoose its first Reformed Parliament. As if the spectacle of what\nwas doing at Westminster did not satisfy their appetite for political\nexcitement, the Constituencies of the future could not refrain from", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nanticipating the fancied pleasures of an electoral struggle. Impatient\nto exercise their privileges, and to show that they had as good an eye\nfor a man as those patrons of nomination seats whose discernment was\nbeing vaunted nightly in a dozen speeches from the Opposition benches\nof the House of Commons, the great cities were vying with each other to\nseek representatives worthy of the occasion and of themselves. The Whigs\nof Leeds, already provided with one candidate in a member of the great", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlocal firm of the Marshalls, resolved to seek for another among the\ndistinguished politicians of their party. As early as October 1831\nMacaulay had received a requisition from that town, and had pledged\nhimself to stand as soon as it had been elevated into a Parliamentary\nborough. The Tories, on their side, brought forward Mr. Michael Sadler,\nthe very man on whose behalf the Duke of Newcastle had done \"what he\nliked with his own\" in Newark,--and, at the last general election, had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndone it in vain. Sadler, smarting from the lash of the Edinburgh Review,\ninfused into the contest an amount of personal bitterness that for\nhis own sake might better have been spared; and, during more than a\ntwelvemonth to come, Macaulay lived the life of a candidate whose own\nhands are full of public work at a time when his opponent has nothing to\ndo except to make himself disagreeable. But, having once undertaken\nto fight the battle of the Leeds Liberals, he fought it stoutly and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncheerily; and he would have been the last to claim it as a merit, that,\nwith numerous opportunities of a safe and easy election at his disposal,\nhe remained faithful to the supporters who had been so forward to honour\nhim with their choice.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe old system died hard; but in May 1832 came its final agony. The\nReform Bill had passed the Commons, and had been read a second time in\nthe Upper House; but the facilities which Committee affords for maiming\nand delaying a measure of great magnitude and intricacy proved too much\nfor the self-control of the Lords. The King could not bring himself\nto adopt that wonderful expedient by which the unanimity of the three\nbranches of our legislature may, in the last resort, be secured.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDeceived by an utterly fallacious analogy, his Majesty began to be\npersuaded that the path of concession would lead him whither it had led\nLouis the Sixteenth; and he resolved to halt on that path at the point\nwhere his Ministers advised him to force the hands of their lordships\nby creating peers. The supposed warnings of the French Revolution, which\nhad been dinned into the ears of the country by every Tory orator\nfrom Peel to Sibthorpe, at last had produced their effect on the royal", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimagination. Earl Grey resigned, and the Duke of Wellington, with a\nloyalty which certainly did not stand in need of such an unlucky proof,\ncame forward to meet the storm. But its violence was too much even for\nhis courage and constancy. He could not get colleagues to assist him in\nthe Cabinet, or supporters to vote with him in Parliament, or soldiers\nto fight for him in the streets; and it was evident that in a few days\nhis position would be such as could only be kept by fighting.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe revolution had in truth commenced. At a meeting of the political\nunions on the <DW72> of Newhall Hill at Birmingham a hundred thousand\nvoices had sung the words:\n\n God is our guide. No swords we draw.\n We kindle not war's battle fires.\n By union, justice, reason, law,\n We claim the birthright of our sires.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut those very men were now binding themselves by a declaration that,\nunless the Bill passed, they would pay no taxes, nor purchase property\ndistrained by the tax-gatherer. In thus renouncing the first obligation\nof a citizen they did in effect draw the sword, and they would have been\ncravens if they had left it in the scabbard. Lord Milton did something\nto enhance the claim of his historic house upon the national gratitude\nby giving practical effect to this audacious resolve; and, after the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlapse of two centuries, another Great Rebellion, more effectual than its\npredecessor, but so brief and bloodless that history does not recognise\nit as a rebellion at all, was inaugurated by the essentially English\nproceeding of a quiet country gentleman telling the Collector to\ncall again. The crisis lasted just a week. The Duke had no mind for a\nsuccession of Peterloos, on a vaster scale, and with a different issue.\nHe advised the King to recall his Ministers; and his Majesty, in his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nturn, honoured the refractory lords with a most significant circular\nletter, respectful in form, but unmistakable in tenor. A hundred peers\nof the Opposition took the hint, and contrived to be absent whenever\nReform was before the House. The Bill was read for a third time by a\nmajority of five to one on the 4th of June; a strange, and not very\ncomplimentary, method of celebrating old George the Third's birthday. On\nthe 5th it received the last touches in the Commons; and on the 7th", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit became an Act, in very much the same shape, after such and so many\nvicissitudes, as it wore when Lord John Russell first presented it to\nParliament.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay, whose eloquence had signalised every stage of the conflict,\nand whose printed speeches are, of all its authentic records, the most\nfamiliar to readers of our own day, was not left without his reward. He\nwas appointed one of the Commissioners of the Board of Control, which,\nfor three quarters of a century from 1784 onwards, represented the Crown\nin its relations to the East Indian directors. His duties, like those of\nevery individual member of a Commission, were light or heavy as he chose", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto make them; but his own feeling with regard to those duties must not\nbe deduced from the playful allusions contained in letters dashed off,\nduring the momentary leisure of an over-busy day, for the amusement of\ntwo girls who barely numbered forty years between them. His speeches and\nessays teem with expressions of a far deeper than official interest in\nIndia and her people; and his minutes remain on record, to prove that he\ndid not affect the sentiment for a literary or oratorical purpose. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nattitude of his own mind with regard to our Eastern empire is depicted\nin the passage on Burke, in the essay on Warren Hastings, which\ncommences with the words, \"His knowledge of India--,\" and concludes\nwith the sentence, \"Oppression in Bengal was to him the same thing as\noppression in the streets of London.\" That passage, unsurpassed as it is\nin force of language, and splendid fidelity of detail, by anything that\nMacaulay ever wrote or uttered, was inspired, as all who knew him could", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntestify, by sincere and entire sympathy with that great statesman\nof whose humanity and breadth of view it is the merited, and not\ninadequate, panegyric.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn Margaret Macaulay's journal there occurs more than one mention of\nher brother's occasional fits of contrition on the subject of his own\nidleness; but these regrets and confessions must be taken for what they\nare worth, and for no more. He worked much harder than he gave himself\ncredit for. His nature was such that whatever he did was done with all\nhis heart, and all his power; and he was constitutionally incapable\nof doing it otherwise. He always under-estimated the tension and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconcentration of mind which he brought to bear upon his labours, as\ncompared with that which men in general bestow on whatever business\nthey may have in hand; and, to-wards the close of life, this honourable\nself-deception no doubt led him to draw far too largely upon his failing\nstrength, under the impression that there was nothing unduly severe in\nthe efforts to which he continued to brace himself with ever increasing\ndifficulty.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring the eighteen months that he passed at the Board of Control he had\nno time for relaxation, and very little for the industry which he loved\nthe best. Giving his days to India, and his nights to the inexorable\ndemands of the Treasury Whip, he could devote a few hours to the\nEdinburgh Review only by rising at five when the rules of the House of\nCommons had allowed him to get to bed betimes on the previous evening.\nYet, under these conditions, he contrived to provide Mr. Napier with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe highly finished articles on Horace Walpole and Lord Chatham, and to\ngratify a political opponent, who was destined to be a life-long friend,\nby his kindly criticism and spirited summary of Lord Mahon's \"History of\nthe War of the Succession in Spain.\" And, in the \"Friendship's Offering\"\nof 1833, one of those mawkish annual publications of the album species\nwhich were then in fashion, appeared his poem of the Armada; whose\nswinging couplets read as if somewhat out of place in the company of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsuch productions as \"The Mysterious Stranger, or the Bravo of Banff;\"\n\"Away to the Greenwood, a song;\" and \"Lines on a Window that had been\nfrozen,\" beginning with,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--Everything has gone wrong with me. The people at Calne\nfixed Wednesday for my re-election on taking office; the very day on\nwhich I was to have been at a public dinner at Leeds. I shall therefore\nremain here till Wednesday morning, and read Indian politics in quiet. I\nam already deep in Zemindars, Ryots, Polygars, Courts of Phoujdary, and\nCourts of Nizamut Adawlut. I can tell you which of the native Powers are\nsubsidiary, and which independent, and read you lectures of an hour on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nour diplomatic transactions at the courts of Lucknow, Nagpore, Hydrabad,\nand Poonah. At Poonah, indeed, I need not tell you that there is no\ncourt; for the Paishwa, as you are doubtless aware, was deposed by Lord\nHastings in the Pindarree War. Am I not in fair training to be as great\na bore as if I had myself been in India?--that is to say, as great a\nbore as the greatest.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am leading my watering-place life here; reading, writing, and walking\nall day; speaking to nobody but the waiter and the chambermaid; solitary\nin a great crowd, and content with solitude. I shall be in London again\non Thursday, and shall also be an M. P. From that day you may send your\nletters as freely as ever; and pray do not be sparing of them. Do you\nread any novels at Liverpool? I should fear that the good Quakers would\ntwitch them out of your hands, and appoint their portion in the fire.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYet probably you have some safe place, some box, some drawer with a key,\nwherein a marble-covered book may lie for Nancy's Sunday reading. And,\nif you do not read novels, what do you read? How does Schiller go on? I\nhave sadly neglected Calderon; but, whenever I have a month to spare, I\nshall carry my conquests far and deep into Spanish literature.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--I am, I think, a better correspondent than you two put\ntogether. I will venture to say that I have written more letters, by a\ngood many, than I have received, and this with India and the Edinburgh\nReview on my hands; the Life of Mirabeau to be criticised; the Rajah of\nTravancore to be kept in order; and the bad money, which the Emperor\nof the Burmese has had the impudence to send us byway of tribute, to be\nexchanged for better. You have nothing to do but to be good, and write.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMake no excuses, for your excuses are contradictory. If you see sights,\ndescribe them; for then you have subjects. If you stay at home, write;\nfor then you have time. Remember that I never saw the cemetery or the\nrailroad. Be particular, above all, in your accounts of the Quakers.\nI enjoin this especially on Nancy; for from Meg I have no hope of\nextracting a word of truth.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI dined yesterday at Holland House; all Lords except myself. Lord\nRadnor, Lord Poltimore, Lord King, Lord Russell, and his uncle Lord\nJohn. Lady Holland was very gracious, praised my article on Burleigh to\nthe skies, and told me, among other things, that she had talked on the\npreceding day for two hours with Charles Grant upon religion, and had\nfound him very liberal and tolerant. It was, I suppose, the cholera\nwhich sent her Ladyship to the only saint in the Ministry for ghostly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncounsel. Poor Macdonald's case was most undoubtedly cholera. It is\nsaid that Lord Amesbury also died of cholera, though no very strange\nexplanation seems necessary to account for the death of a man of\neighty-four. Yesterday it was rumoured that the three Miss Molyneuxes,\nof whom by the way there are only two, were all dead in the same way;\nthat the Bishop of Worcester and Lord Barham were no more; and many\nother foolish stories. I do not believe there is the slightest ground", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor uneasiness; though Lady Holland apparently considers the case so\nserious that she has taken her conscience out of Allen's keeping, and\nput it into the hands of Charles Grant.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHere I end my letter; a great deal too long already for so busy a man to\nwrite, and for such careless correspondents to receive.\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: July 6, 1832.\n\n Be you Foxes, be you Pitts,\n You must write to silly chits.\n Be you Tories, be you Whigs,\n You must write to sad young gigs.\n On whatever board you are--\n Treasury, Admiralty, War,\n Customs, Stamps, Excise, Control;--\n Write you must, upon my soul.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo sings the judicious poet; and here I sit in my parlour, looking\nout on the Thames, and divided, like Garrick in Sir Joshua's picture,\nbetween Tragedy and Comedy; a letter to you, and a bundle of papers\nabout Hydrabad, and the firm of Palmer and Co., late bankers to the\nNizam.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPoor Sir Walter Scott is going back to Scotland by sea tomorrow. All\nhope is over; and he has a restless wish to die at home. He is many\nthousand pounds worse than nothing. Last week he was thought to be so\nnear his end that some people went, I understand, to sound Lord Althorp\nabout a public funeral. Lord Althorp said, very like himself, that if\npublic money was to be laid out, it would be better to give it to the\nfamily than to spend it in one day's show. The family, however, are said\nto be not ill off.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am delighted to hear of your proposed tour, but not so well pleased\nto be told that you expect to be bad correspondents during your stay at\nWelsh inns. Take pens and ink with you, if you think that you shall find\nnone at the Bard's Head, or the Glendower Arms. But it will be too\nbad if you send me no letters during a tour which will furnish so many\nsubjects. Why not keep a journal, and minute down in it all that you\nsee and hear? and remember that I charge you, as the venerable circle", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhat can I say more? as the Indians end their letters. Did not Lady\nHolland tell me of some good novels? I remember:--Henry Masterton, three\nvolumes, an amusing story and a happy termination. Smuggle it in,\nnext time that you go to Liverpool, from some circulating library; and\ndeposit it in a lock-up place out of the reach of them that are clothed\nin drab; and read it together at the curling hour.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy article on Mirabeau will be out in the forthcoming number. I am not\na good judge of my own compositions, I fear; but I think that it will be\npopular. A Yankee has written to me to say that an edition of my works\nis about to be published in America with my life prefixed, and that he\nshall be obliged to me to tell him when I was born, whom I married,\nand so forth. I guess I must answer him slick right away. For, as the\njudicious poet observes,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThough a New England man lolls back in his chair,\n With a pipe in his mouth, and his legs in the air,\n Yet surely an Old England man such as I\n To a kinsman by blood should be civil and spry.\n\nHow I run on in quotation! But, when I begin to cite the verses of our\ngreat writers, I never can stop. Stop I must, however.\n\nYours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: July 18, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--I have heard from Napier. He speaks rapturously of my\narticle on Dumont, [Dumont's \"Life of Mirabeau.\" See the Miscellaneous\nWritings of Lord Macaulay.] but sends me no money. Allah blacken his\nface! as the Persians say. He has not yet paid me for Burleigh.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe are worked to death in the House of Commons, and we are henceforth\nto sit on Saturdays. This, indeed, is the only way to get through our\nbusiness. On Saturday next we shall, I hope, rise before seven, as I am\nengaged to dine on that day with pretty, witty Mrs.--. I fell in with\nher at Lady Grey's great crush, and found her very agreeable. Her\nhusband is nothing in society. Ropers has some very good stories about\ntheir domestic happiness,--stories confirming a theory of mine which, as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI remember, made you very angry. When they first married, Mrs.--treated\nher husband with great respect. But, when his novel came out and\nfailed completely, she changed her conduct, and has, ever since that\nunfortunate publication, henpecked the poor author unmercifully. And the\ncase, says Ropers, is the harder, because it is suspected that she wrote\npart of the book herself. It is like the scene in Milton where Eve,\nafter tempting Adam, abuses him for yielding to temptation. But do you", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot remember how I told you that much of the love of women depended on\nthe eminence of men? And do you not remember how, on behalf of your sex,\nyou resented the imputation?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPeel is preaching, and Croker is lying.\n The cholera's raging, the people are dying.\n When the House is the coolest, as I am alive,\n The thermometer stands at a hundred and five.\n We debate in a heat that seems likely to burn us,\n Much like the three children who sang in the furnace.\n The disorders at Paris have not ceased to plague us;\n Don Pedro, I hope, is ere this on the Tagus;\n In Ireland no tithe can be raised by a parson;\n Mr. Smithers is just hanged for murder and arson;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: July 21 1832.\n\nMy dear Sisters,--I am glad to find that there is no chance of Nancy's\nturning Quaker. She would, indeed, make a queer kind of female Friend.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhat the Yankees will say about me I neither know nor care. I told them\nthe dates of my birth, and of my coming into Parliament. I told them\nalso that I was educated at Cambridge. As to my early bon-mots, my\ncrying for holidays, my walks to school through showers of cats and\ndogs, I have left all those for the \"Life of the late Right Honourable\nThomas Babington Macaulay, with large extracts from his correspondence,\nin two volumes, by the Very Rev. J. Macaulay, Dean of Durham, and Rector", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs you like my verses, I will some day or other write you a whole\nrhyming letter. I wonder whether any man ever wrote doggrel so easily. I\nrun it off just as fast as my pen can move, and that is faster by about\nthree words in a minute than any other pen that I know. This comes of\na schoolboy habit of writing verses all day long. Shall I tell you the\nnews in rhyme? I think I will send you a regular sing-song gazette.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe gained a victory last night as great as e'er was known.\n We beat the Opposition upon the Russian loan.\n They hoped for a majority, and also for our places.\n We won the day by seventy-nine. You should have seen their faces.\n Old Croker, when the shout went down our rank, looked blue with rage.\n You'd have said he had the cholera in the spasmodic stage.\n Dawson was red with ire as if his face was smeared with berries;\n But of all human visages the worst was that of Herries.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThough not his friend, my tender heart I own could not but feel\n A little for the misery of poor Sir Robert Peel.\n But hang the dirty Tories! and let them starve and pine!\n Huzza for the majority of glorious seventy-nine!", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--I am writing here, at eleven at night, in this\nfilthiest of all filthy atmospheres, and in the vilest of all vile\ncompany; with the smell of tobacco in my nostrils, and the ugly,\nhypocritical face of Lieutenant ---- before my eyes. There he sits\nwriting opposite to me. To whom, for a ducat? To some secretary of an\nHibernian Bible Society; or to some old woman who gives cheap tracts,\ninstead of blankets, to the starving peasantry of Connemara; or to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsome good Protestant Lord who bullies his Popish tenants. Reject not my\nletter, though it is redolent of cigars and genuine pigtail; for this is\nthe room--", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe room,--but I think I'll describe it in rhyme, That smells of tobacco\nand chloride of lime. The smell of tobacco was always the same; But the\nchloride was brought since the cholera came.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut I must return to prose, and tell you all that has fallen out since\nI wrote last. I have been dining with the Listers at Knightsbridge.\nThey are in a very nice house, next, or almost next, to that which\nthe Wilberforces had. We had quite a family party. There were George\nVilliers, and Hyde Villiers, and Edward Villiers. Charles was not there.\nGeorge and Hyde rank very high in my opinion. I liked their behaviour to\ntheir sister much. She seems to be the pet of the whole family; and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit is natural that she should be so. Their manners are softened by her\npresence; and any roughness and sharpness which they have in intercourse\nwith men vanishes at once. They seem to love the very ground that she\ntreads on; and she is undoubtedly a charming woman, pretty, clever,\nlively, and polite.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI was asked yesterday evening to go to Sir John Burke's, to meet another\nheroine who was very curious to see me. Whom do you think? Lady Morgan.\nI thought, however, that, if I went, I might not improbably figure in\nher next novel; and, as I am not ambitious of such an honour, I kept\naway. If I could fall in with her at a great party, where I could see\nunseen and hear unheard, I should very much like to make observations on\nher; but I certainly will not, if I can help it, meet her face to face,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThat confounded chattering--, has just got into an argument about the\nChurch with an Irish <DW7> who has seated himself at my elbow; and they\nkeep such a din that I cannot tell what I am writing. There they go.\nThe Lord Lieutenant--the Bishop of Derry-Magee--O'Connell--your\nBible meetings--your Agitation meetings--the propagation of the\nGospel--Maynooth College--the Seed of the Woman shall bruise the\nSerpent's head. My dear Lieutenant, you will not only bruise, but break,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmy head with your clatter. Mercy! mercy! However, here I am at the end\nof my letter, and I shall leave the two demoniacs to tear each other to\npieces.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--Here I am. Daniel Whittle Harvey is speaking; the\nHouse is thin; the subject is dull; and I have stolen away to write\nto you. Lushington is scribbling at my side. No sound is heard but the\nscratching of our pens, and the ticking of the clock. We are in a far\nbetter atmosphere than in the smoking-room, whence I wrote to you last\nweek; and the company is more decent, inasmuch as that naval officer,\nwhom Nancy blames me for describing in just terms, is not present.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBy the bye, you know doubtless the lines which are in the mouth of every\nmember of Parliament, depicting the comparative merits of the two rooms.\nThey are, I think, very happy.\n\n If thou goest into the Smoking-room\n Three plagues will thee befall,--\n The chloride of lime, the tobacco smoke,\n And the Captain who's worst of all,\n The canting Sea-captain,\n The prating Sea-captain,\n The Captain who's worst of all.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf thou goest into the Library\n Three good things will thee befall,-- Very good books, and very good air,\n And M*c**l*y, who's best of all,\n The virtuous M*c**l*y,\n The prudent M*c**l*y,\n M*c**l*y who's best of all.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOh, how I am worked! I never see Fanny from Sunday to Sunday. All my\ncivilities wait for that blessed day; and I have so many scores of\nvisits to pay that I can scarcely find time for any of that Sunday\nreading in which, like Nancy, I am in the habit of indulging. Yesterday,\nas soon as I was fixed in my best and had breakfasted, I paid a round\nof calls to all my friends who had the cholera. Then I walked to all the\nclubs of which I am a member, to see the newspapers. The first of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthese two works you will admit to be a work of mercy; the second, in\na political man, one of necessity. Then, like a good brother, I walked\nunder a burning sun to Kensington to ask Fanny how she did, and stayed\nthere two hours. Then I went to Knightsbridge to call on Mrs. Listen and\nchatted with her till it was time to go and dine at the Athenaeum. Then\nI dined, and after dinner, like a good young man, I sate and read Bishop\nHeber's journal till bedtime. There is a Sunday for you! I think that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust.\"\n\nNext Sunday I am to go to Lord Lansdowne's at Richmond, so that I hope\nto have something to tell you. But on second thoughts I will tell you\nnothing, nor ever will write to you again, nor ever speak to you again.\nI have no pleasure in writing to undutiful sisters. Why do you not send\nme longer letters? But I am at the end of my paper, so that I have no\nmore room to scold.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: August 14, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--Our work is over at last; not, however, till it has\nhalf killed us all.[On the 8th August, 1832, Macaulay writes to Lord\nMahon: \"We are now strictly on duty. No furloughs even for a dinner\nengagement, or a sight of Taglioni's legs, can be obtained. It is very\nhard to keep forty members in the House. Sibthorpe and Leader are on the\nwatch to count us out; and from six till two we never venture further\nthan the smoking-room without apprehension. In spite of all our", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexertions the end of the Session seems further and further off every\nday. If you would do me the favour of inviting Sibthorpe to Chevening\nPark you might be the means of saving my life, and that of thirty or\nforty more of us who are forced to swallow the last dregs of the oratory\nof this Parliament; and nauseous dregs they are.\"] On Saturday we\nmet,--for the last time, I hope, on business. When the House rose, I set\noff for Holland House. We had a small party, but a very distinguished", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\none. Lord Grey, the Chancellor, Lord Palmerston, Luttrell, and myself\nwere the only guests. Allen was of course at the end of the table,\ncarving the dinner and sparring with my Lady. The dinner was not so\ngood as usual; for the French cook was ill; and her Ladyship kept up a\ncontinued lamentation during the whole repast. I should never have found\nout that everything was not as it should be but for her criticisms. The\nsoup was too salt; the cutlets were not exactly comme il faut; and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npudding was hardly enough boiled. I was amused to hear from the splendid\nmistress of such a house the same sort of apologies which--made when her\ncook forgot the joint, and sent up too small a dinner to table. I told\nLuttrell that it was a comfort to me to find that no rank was exempted\nfrom these afflictions.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThey talked about --'s marriage. Lady Holland vehemently defended the\nmatch; and, when Allen said that--had caught a Tartar, she quite went\noff into one of her tantrums: \"She a Tartar! Such a charming girl a\nTartar! He is a very happy man, and your language is insufferable:\ninsufferable, Mr. Allen.\" Lord Grey had all the trouble in the world to\nappease her. His influence, however, is very great. He prevailed on her\nto receive Allen again into favour, and to let Lord Holland have a slice", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof melon, for which he had been petitioning most piteously, but which\nshe had steadily refused on account of his gout. Lord Holland thanked\nLord Grey for his intercession.. \"Ah, Lord Grey, I wish you were always\nhere. It is a fine thing to be Prime Minister.\" This tattle is worth\nnothing, except to show how much the people whose names will fill the\nhistory of our times resemble, in all essential matters, the quiet folks\nwho live in Mecklenburg Square and Brunswick Square.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI slept in the room which was poor Mackintosh's. The next day, Sunday,\n---- came to dinner. He scarcely ever speaks in the society of Holland\nHouse. Rogers, who is the bitterest and most cynical observer of little\ntraits of character that ever I knew-, once said to me of him: \"Observe\nthat man. He never talks to men; he never talks to girls; but, when he\ncan get into a circle of old tabbies, he is just in his element. He will\nsit clacking with an old woman for hours together. That always settles", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am delighted to find that you like my review on Mirabeau, though I am\nangry with Margaret for grumbling at my Scriptural allusions, and still\nmore angry with Nancy for denying my insight into character. It is one\nof my strong points. If she knew how far I see into hers, she would he\nready to hang herself. Ever yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay.\n\nLondon: August 16, 1832,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--We begin to see a hope of liberation. To-morrow, or on\nSaturday at furthest, the hope to finish our business. I did not reach\nhome till four this morning, after a most fatiguing and yet rather\namusing night. What passed will not find its way into the papers, as\nthe gallery was locked during most of the time. So I will tell you the\nstory.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is a bill before the House prohibiting those processions of\nOrangemen which have excited a good deal of irritation in Ireland. This\nbill was committed yesterday night. Shaw, the Recorder of Dublin, an\nhonest man enough, but a bitter Protestant fanatic, complained that\nit should be brought forward so late in the Session. Several of his\nfriends, he said, had left London believing that the measure had been\nabandoned. It appeared, however, that Stanley and Lord Althorp had given", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfair notice of their intention; so that, if the absent members had been\nmistaken, the fault was their own; and the House was for going on. Shaw\nsaid warmly that he would resort to all the means of delay in his power,\nand moved that the chairman should leave the chair. The motion was\nnegatived by forty votes to two. Then the first clause was read. Shaw\ndivided the House again on that clause. He was beaten by the same\nmajority. He moved again that the chairman should leave the chair. He", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas beaten again. He divided on the second clause. He was beaten again.\nHe then said that he was sensible that he was doing very wrong; that\nhis conduct was unhandsome and vexatious; that he heartily begged our\npardons; but that he had said that he would delay the bill as far as\nthe forms of the House would permit; and that he must keep his word. Now\ncame a discussion by which Nancy, if she had been in the ventilator, [A\ncircular ventilator, in the roof of the House of Commons, was the only", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLadies' Gallery that existed in the year 1832.] might have been greatly\nedified, touching the nature of vows; whether a man's promise given\nto himself,--a promise from which nobody could reap any advantage,\nand which everybody wished him to violate,--constituted an obligation.\nJephtha's daughter was a case in point, and was cited by somebody\nsitting near me. Peregrine Courtenay on one side of the House, and Lord\nPalmerston on the other, attempted to enlighten the poor Orangeman", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\non the question of casuistry. They might as well have preached to any\nmadman out of St. Luke's. \"I feel,\" said the silly creature, \"that I am\ndoing wrong, and acting very unjustifiably. If gentlemen will forgive\nme, I will never do so again. But I must keep my word.\" We roared with\nlaughter every time he repeated his apologies. The orders of the House\ndo not enable any person absolutely to stop the progress of a bill\nin Committee, but they enable him to delay it grievously. We divided", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nseventeen times, and between every division this vexatious Irishman\nmade us a speech of apologies and self-condemnation. Of the two who had\nsupported him at the beginning of his freak one soon sneaked away. The\nother, Sibthorpe, stayed to the last, not expressing remorse like Shaw,\nbut glorying in the unaccommodating temper he showed and in the delay\nwhich he produced. At last the bill went through. Then Shaw rose;\ncongratulated himself that his vow was accomplished; said that the only", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\natonement he could make for conduct so unjustifiable was to vow that he\nwould never make such a vow again; promised to let the bill go through\nits future stages without any more divisions; and contented himself\nwith suggesting one or two alterations in the details. \"I hint at these\namendments,\" he said. \"If the Secretary for Ireland approves of them, I\nhope he will not refrain from introducing them because they are brought\nforward by me. I am sensible that I have forfeited all claim to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfavour of the House. I will not divide on any future stage of the bill.\"\nWe were all heartily pleased with these events; for the truth was that\nthe seventeen divisions occupied less time than a real hard debate would\nhave done, and were infinitely more amusing. The oddest part of the\nbusiness is that Shaw's frank good-natured way of proceeding, absurd as\nit was, has made him popular. He was never so great a favourite with\nthe House as after harassing it for two or three hours with the most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfrivolous opposition. This is a curious trait of the House of Commons.\nPerhaps you will find this long story, which I have not time to read\nover again, very stupid and unintelligible. But I have thought it my\nduty to set before you the evil consequences of making vows rashly, and\nadhering to them superstitiously; for in truth, my Christian brethren,\nor rather my Christian sisters, let us consider &c. &c. &c.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut I reserve the sermon on promises, which I had to preach, for another\noccasion.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah and Margaret Macaulay\n\nLondon: August 17, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--I brought down my story of Holland House to dinnertime\non Saturday evening. To resume my narrative, I slept there on Sunday\nnight. On Monday morning, after breakfast, I walked to town with\nLuttrell, whom I found a delightful companion. Before we went, we sate\nand chatted with Lord Holland in the library for a quarter of an hour.\nHe was very entertaining. He gave us an account of a visit which he paid\nlong ago to the Court of Denmark; and of King Christian, the madman, who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas at last deprived of all real share in the government on account of\nhis infirmity. \"Such a Tom of Bedlam I never saw,\" said Lord Holland.\n\"One day the Neapolitan Ambassador came to the levee, and made a\nprofound bow to his Majesty. His Majesty bowed still lower. The\nNeapolitan bowed down his head almost to the ground; when, behold! the\nKing clapped his hands on his Excellency's shoulders, and jumped over\nhim like a boy playing at leap-frog. Another day the English Ambassador", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas sitting opposite the King at dinner. His Majesty asked him to take\nwine. The glasses were filled. The Ambassador bowed, and put the wine to\nhis lips. The King grinned hideously and threw his wine into the face of\none of the footmen. The other guests kept the most profound gravity;\nbut the Englishman, who had but lately come to Copenhagen, though a\npractised diplomatist, could not help giving some signs of astonishment.\nThe King immediately addressed him in French: 'Eh, mais, Monsieur", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nl'Envoye d'Angleterre, qu'avez-vous done? Pourquoi riez-vous? Est-ce\nqu'il y'ait quelque chose qui vous ait diverti? Faites-moi le plaisir de\nme l'indiquer. J'aime beaucoup les ridicules.'\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nParliament is up at last. We official men are now left alone at the\nWest End of London, and are making up for our long confinement in\nthe mornings by feasting together at night. On Wednesday I dined with\nLabouchere at his official residence in Somerset House. It is well that\nhe is a bachelor; for he tells me that the ladies his neighbours make\nbitter complaints of the unfashionable situation in which they are\ncruelly obliged to reside gratis. Yesterday I dined with Will Brougham,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand an official party, in Mount Street. We are going to establish a\nClub, to be confined to members of the House of Commons in place under\nthe present Government, who are to dine together weekly at Grillon's\nHotel, and to settle the affairs of the State better, I hope, than our\nmasters at their Cabinet dinners.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am at home again from Leeds, where everything is\ngoing on as well as possible. I, and most of my friends, feel sanguine\nas to the result. About half my day was spent in speaking, and hearing\nother people speak; in squeezing and being squeezed; in shaking hands\nwith people whom I never saw before, and whose faces and names I forget\nwithin a minute after being introduced to them. The rest was passed in\nconversation with my leading friends, who are very honest substantial", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmanufacturers. They feed me on roast beef and Yorkshire pudding; at\nnight they put me into capital bedrooms; and the only plague which they\ngive me is that they are always begging me to mention some food or wine\nfor which I have a fancy, or some article of comfort and convenience\nwhich I may wish them to procure.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI travelled to town with a family of children who ate without\nintermission from Market Harborough, where they got into the coach, to\nthe Peacock at Islington, where they got out of it. They breakfasted\nas if they had fasted all the preceding day. They dined as if they had\nnever breakfasted. They ate on the road one large basket of sandwiches,\nanother of fruit, and a boiled fowl; besides which there was not an\norange-girl, an old man with cakes, or a boy with filberts, who came to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am living here by myself with no society, or scarcely any, except my\nbooks. I read a play of Calderon before I breakfast; then look over\nthe newspaper; frank letters; scrawl a line or two to a foolish girl\nin Leicestershire; and walk to my Office. There I stay till near five,\nexamining claims of money-lenders on the native sovereigns of India,\nand reading Parliamentary papers. I am beginning to understand something\nabout the Bank, and hope, when next I go to Rothley Temple, to be", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na match for the whole firm of Mansfield and Babington on questions\nrelating to their own business. When I leave the Board, I walk for two\nhours; then I dine; and I end the day quietly over a basin of tea and a\nnovel.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn Saturday I go to Holland House, and stay there till Monday. Her\nLadyship wants me to take up my quarters almost entirely there; but\nI love my own chambers and independence, and am neither qualified nor\ninclined to succeed Allen in his post. On Friday week, that is to-morrow\nweek, I shall go for three days to Sir George Philips's, at Weston,\nin Warwickshire. He has written again in terms half complaining; and,\nthough I can ill spare time for the visit, yet, as he was very kind to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I went on Saturday to Holland House, and stayed\nthere Sunday. It was legitimate Sabbath employment,--visiting the\nsick,--which, as you well know, always stands first among the works of\nmercy enumerated in good books. My Lord was ill, and my Lady thought\nherself so. He was, during the greater part of the day, in bed. For a\nfew hours he lay on his sofa, wrapped in flannels. I sate by him about\ntwenty minutes, and was then ordered away. He was very weak and languid;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand, though the torture of the gout was over, was still in pain; but he\nretained all his courage, and all his sweetness of temper. I told his\nsister that I did not think that he was suffering much. \"I hope not,\"\nsaid she; \"but it is impossible to judge by what he says; for through\nthe sharpest pain of the attack he never complained.\" I admire him\nmore, I think, than any man whom I know. He is only fifty-seven,\nor fifty-eight. He is precisely the man to whom health would be", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nparticularly valuable; for he has the keenest zest for those pleasures\nwhich health would enable him to enjoy. He is, however, an invalid, and\na <DW36>. He passes some weeks of every year in extreme torment. When\nhe is in his best health he can only limp a hundred yards in a day. Yet\nhe never says a cross word. The sight of him spreads good humour over\nthe face of every one who comes near him. His sister, an excellent old\nmaid as ever lived, and the favourite of all the young people of her", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nacquaintance, says that it is quite a pleasure to nurse him. She was\nreading the \"Inheritance\" to him as he lay in bed, and he enjoyed it\namazingly. She is a famous reader; more quiet and less theatrical than\nmost famous readers, and therefore the fitter for the bed-side of a sick\nman. Her Ladyship had fretted herself into being ill, could eat nothing\nbut the breast of a partridge, and was frightened out of her wits by\nhearing a dog howl. She was sure that this noise portended her death, or", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmy Lord's. Towards the evening, however, she brightened up, and was in\nvery good spirits. My visit was not very lively. They dined at four, and\nthe company was, as you may suppose at this season, but scanty. Charles\nGreville, commonly called, heaven knows why, Punch Greville, came on\nthe Saturday. Byng, named from his hair Poodle Byng, came on the Sunday.\nAllen, like the poor, we had with us always. I was grateful, however,\nfor many pleasant evenings passed there when London was full, and Lord", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHolland out of bed. I therefore did my best to keep the house alive. I\nhad the library and the delightful gardens to myself during most of the\nday, and I got through my visit very well.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNews you have in the papers. Poor Scott is gone, and I cannot be sorry\nfor it. A powerful mind in ruins is the most heart-breaking thing which\nit is possible to conceive. Ferdinand of Spain is gone too; and, I fear,\nold Mr. Stephen is going fast. I am safe at Leeds. Poor Hyde Villiers is\nvery ill. I am seriously alarmed about him. Kindest love to all.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nWeston House: September 29, 1832.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I came hither yesterday, and found a handsome house,\npretty grounds, and a very kind host and hostess. The house is really\nvery well planned. I do not know that I have ever seen so happy an\nimitation of the domestic architecture of Elizabeth's reign. The oriels,\ntowers, terraces, and battlements are in the most perfect keeping; and\nthe building is as convenient within as it is picturesque without. A few\nweather-stains, or a few American creepers, and a little ivy, would make", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit perfect; and all that will come, I suppose, with time. The terrace\nis my favourite spot. I always liked \"the trim gardens\" of which\nMilton speaks, and thought that Brown and his imitators went too far\nin bringing forests and sheep-walks up to the very windows of\ndrawing-rooms.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI came through Oxford. It was as beautiful a day as the second day of\nour visit, and the High Street was in all its glory. But it made me\nquite sad to find myself there without you and Margaret. All my old\nOxford associations are gone. Oxford, instead of being, as it used\nto be, the magnificent old city of the seventeenth century,--still\npreserving its antique character among the improvements of modern times,\nand exhibiting in the midst of upstart Birminghams and Manchesters the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsame aspect which it wore when Charles held his court at Christchurch,\nand Rupert led his cavalry over Magdalene Bridge, is now to me only the\nplace where I was so happy with my little sisters. But I was restored to\nmirth, and even to indecorous mirth, by what happened after we had\nleft the fine old place behind us. There was a young fellow of about\nfive-and-twenty, mustachioed and smartly dressed, in the coach with\nme. He was not absolutely uneducated; for he was reading a novel, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHungarian brothers, the whole way. We rode, as I told you, through the\nHigh Street. The coach stopped to dine; and this youth passed half an\nhour in the midst of that city of palaces. He looked about him with his\nmouth open, as he re-entered the coach, and all the while that we were\ndriving away past the Ratcliffe Library, the Great Court of All Souls,\nExeter, Lincoln, Trinity, Balliol, and St. John's. When we were about\na mile on the road he spoke the first words that I had heard him utter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"That was a pretty town enough. Pray, sir, what is it called?\" I could\nnot answer him for laughing; but he seemed quite unconscious of his own\nabsurdity.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring all the period covered by this correspondence the town of Leeds\nwas alive with the agitation of a turbulent, but not very dubious,\ncontest. Macaulay's relations with the electors whose votes he was\ncourting are too characteristic to be omitted altogether from the story\nof his life; though the style of his speeches and manifestoes is more\nlikely to excite the admiring envy of modern members of Parliament,\nthan to be taken as a model for their communications to their own", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconstituents. This young politician, who depended on office for his\nbread, and on a seat in the House of Commons for office, adopted from\nthe first an attitude of high and almost peremptory independence which\nwould have sat well on a Prime Minister in his grand climacteric. The\nfollowing letter, (some passages of which have been here omitted, and\nothers slightly condensed,) is strongly marked in every line with the\npersonal qualities of the writer.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"My dear Sir,--I am truly happy to find that the opinion of my friends\nat Leeds on the subject of canvassing agrees with that which I have long\nentertained. The practice of begging for votes is, as it seems to me,\nabsurd, pernicious, and altogether at variance with the true principles\nof representative government. The suffrage of an elector ought not to\nbe asked, or to be given as a personal favour. It is as much for the\ninterest of constituents to choose well, as it can be for the interest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof a candidate to be chosen. To request an honest man to vote according\nto his conscience is superfluous. To request him to vote against his\nconscience is an insult. The practice of canvassing is quite reasonable\nunder a system in which men are sent to Parliament to serve themselves.\nIt is the height of absurdity under a system under which men are sent to\nParliament to serve the public. While we had only a mock representation,\nit was natural enough that this practice should be carried to a great", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nextent. I trust it will soon perish with the abuses from which it\nsprung. I trust that the great and intelligent body of people who have\nobtained the elective franchise will see that seats in the House of\nCommons ought not to be given, like rooms in an almshouse, to urgency\nof solicitation; and that a man who surrenders his vote to caresses and\nsupplications forgets his duty as much as if he sold it for a bank-note.\nI hope to see the day when an Englishman will think it as great an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naffront to be courted and fawned upon in his capacity of elector as in\nhis capacity of juryman. He would be shocked at the thought of finding\nan unjust verdict because the plaintiff or the defendant had been very\ncivil and pressing; and, if he would reflect, he would, I think, be\nequally shocked at the thought of voting for a candidate for whose\npublic character he felt no esteem, merely because that candidate had\ncalled upon him, and begged very hard, and had shaken his hand very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwarmly. My conduct is before the electors of Leeds. My opinions shall on\nall occasions be stated to them with perfect frankness. If they approve\nthat conduct, if they concur in those opinions, they ought, not for my\nsake, but for their own, to choose me as their member. To be so chosen,\nI should indeed consider as a high and enviable honour; but I should\nthink it no honour to be returned to Parliament by persons who, thinking\nme destitute of the requisite qualifications, had yet been wrought upon", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I wish to add a few words touching a question which has lately been\nmuch canvassed; I mean the question of pledges. In this letter, and in\nevery letter which I have written to my friends at Leeds, I have plainly\ndeclared my opinions. But I think it, at this conjuncture, my duty to\ndeclare that I will give no pledges. I will not bind myself to make or\nto support any particular motion. I will state as shortly as I can some\nof the reasons which have induced me to form this determination.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe great beauty of the representative system is, that it unites\nthe advantages of popular control with the advantages arising from a\ndivision of labour. Just as a physician understands medicine better than\nan ordinary man, just as a shoemaker makes shoes better than an ordinary\nman, so a person whose life is passed in transacting affairs of State\nbecomes a better statesman than an ordinary man. In politics, as well\nas every other department of life, the public ought to have the means of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchecking those who serve it. If a man finds that he derives no benefit\nfrom the prescription of his physician, he calls in another. If his\nshoes do not fit him, he changes his shoemaker. But when he has called\nin a physician of whom he hears a good report, and whose general\npractice he believes to be judicious, it would be absurd in him to tie\ndown that physician to order particular pills and particular draughts.\nWhile he continues to be the customer of a shoemaker, it would be absurd", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin him to sit by and mete every motion of that shoemaker's hand. And in\nthe same manner, it would, I think, be absurd in him to require\npositive pledges, and to exact daily and hourly obedience, from his\nrepresentative. My opinion is, that electors ought at first to choose\ncautiously; then to confide liberally; and, when the term for which they\nhave selected their member has expired, to review his conduct equitably,\nand to pronounce on the whole taken together.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"If the people of Leeds think proper to repose in me that confidence\nwhich is necessary to the proper discharge of the duties of a\nrepresentative, I hope that I shall not abuse it. If it be their\npleasure to fetter their members by positive promises, it is in\ntheir power to do so. I can only say that on such terms I cannot\nconscientiously serve them.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I hope, and feel assured, that the sincerity with which I make this\nexplicit declaration, will, if it deprive me of the votes of my friends\nat Leeds, secure to me what I value far more highly, their esteem.\n\n\"Believe me ever, my dear Sir,\n\n\"Your most faithful Servant,\n\n\"T. B. MACAULAY.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis frank announcement, taken by many as a slight, and by some as a\ndownright challenge, produced remonstrances which, after the interval of\na week, were answered by Macaulay in a second letter; worth reprinting\nif it were only for the sake of his fine parody upon the popular cry\nwhich for two years past had been the watchword of Reformers.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I was perfectly aware that the avowal of my feelings on the subject of\npledges was not likely to advance my interest at Leeds. I was perfectly\naware that many of my most respectable friends were likely to differ\nfrom me; and therefore I thought it the more necessary to make,\nuninvited, an explicit declaration of my feelings. If ever there was\na time when public men were in an especial measure _bound to speak the\ntruth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth_, to the people, this", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nis that time. Nothing is easier than for a candidate to avoid unpopular\ntopics as long as possible, and, when they are forced on him, to take\nrefuge in evasive and unmeaning phrases. Nothing is easier than for\nhim to give extravagant promises while an election is depending, and to\nforget them as soon as the return is made. I will take no such course.\nI do not wish to obtain a single vote on false pretences. Under the\nold system I have never been the flatterer of the great. Under the new", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsystem I will not be the flatterer of the people. The truth, or what\nappears to me to be such, may sometimes be distasteful to those whose\ngood opinion I most value. I shall nevertheless always abide by it, and\ntrust to their good sense, to their second thoughts, to the force of\nreason, and the progress of time. If, after all, their decision should\nbe unfavourable to me, I shall submit to that decision with fortitude\nand good humour. It is not necessary to my happiness that I should", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsit in Parliament; but it is necessary to my happiness that I should\npossess, in Parliament or out of Parliament, the consciousness of having\ndone what is right.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay had his own ideas as to the limits within which constituents\nare justified in exerting their privilege of questioning a candidate;\nand, on the first occasion when those limits were exceeded, he made a\nnotable example of the transgressor. During one of his public meetings,\na voice was heard to exclaim from the crowd in the body of the hall:\n\"An elector wishes to know the religious creed of Mr. Marshall and Mr.\nMacaulay.\" The last-named gentleman was on his legs in a moment. \"Let", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat man stand up!\" he cried. \"Let him stand on a form, where I can see\nhim!\" The offender, who proved to be a Methodist preacher, was heisted\non to a bench by his indignant neighbours; nerving himself even in that\nterrible moment by a lingering hope that he might yet be able to hold\nhis own. But the unhappy man had not a chance against Macaulay,\nwho harangued him as if he were the living embodiment of religious\nintolerance and illegitimate curiosity. \"I have heard with the greatest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshame and sorrow the question which has been proposed to me; and with\npeculiar pain do I learn that this question was proposed by a minister\nof religion. I do most deeply regret that any person should think\nit necessary to make a meeting like this an arena for theological\ndiscussion. I will not be a party to turning this assembly to such\na purpose. My answer is short, and in one word. Gentlemen, I am a\nChristian.\" At this declaration the delighted audience began to cheer;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbut Macaulay would have none of their applause. \"This is no subject,\" he\nsaid, \"for acclamation. I will say no more. No man shall speak of me as\nthe person who, when this disgraceful inquisition was entered upon in an\nassembly of Englishmen, brought forward the most sacred subjects to be\ncanvassed here, and be turned into a matter for hissing or for cheering.\nIf on any future occasion it should happen that Mr. Carlile should\nfavour any large meeting with his infidel attacks upon the Gospel, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshall not have it to say that I set the example. Gentlemen, I have done;\nI tell you, I will say no more; and if the person who has thought fit to\nask this question has the feelings worthy of a teacher of religion, he\nwill not, I think, rejoice that he has called me forth.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis ill-fated question had been prompted by a report, diligently spread\nthrough the town, that the Whig candidates were Unitarians; a report\nwhich, even if correct, would probably have done little to damage\ntheir electioneering prospects. There are few general remarks which\nso uniformly hold good as the observation that men are not willing to\nattend the religious worship of people who believe less than themselves,\nor to vote at elections for people who believe more than themselves.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile the congregations at a high Anglican service are in part composed\nof Low churchmen and Broad churchmen; while Presbyterians and\nWesleyans have no objection to a sound discourse from a divine of the\nEstablishment; it is seldom the case that any but Unitarians are seen\ninside a Unitarian chapel. On the other hand, at the general election\nof 1874, when not a solitary Roman Catholic was returned throughout\nthe length and breadth of the island of Great Britain, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile Macaulay was stern in his refusal to gratify his electors with\nthe customary blandishments, he gave them plenty of excellent political\ninstruction; which he conveyed to them in rhetoric, not premeditated\nwith the care that alone makes speeches readable after a lapse of years,\nbut for this very reason all the more effective when the passion of the\nmoment was pouring itself from his lips in a stream of faultless, but\nunstudied, sentences. A course of mobs, which turned Cobden into an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\norator, made of Macaulay a Parliamentary debater; and the ear and eye\nof the House of Commons soon detected, in his replies from the Treasury\nbench, welcome signs of the invaluable training that can be got nowhere\nexcept on the hustings and the platform. There is no better sample of\nMacaulay's extempore speaking than the first words which he addressed\nto his committee at Leeds after the Reform Bill had received the Royal\nassent. \"I find it difficult to express my gratification at seeing such", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan assembly convened at such a time. All the history of our own country,\nall the history of other countries, furnishes nothing parallel to it.\nLook at the great events in our own former history, and in every one of\nthem, which, for importance, we can venture to compare with the Reform\nBill, we shall find something to disgrace and tarnish the achievement.\nIt was by the assistance of French arms and of Roman bulls that King\nJohn was harassed into giving the Great Charter. In the times of Charles", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI., how much injustice, how much crime, how much bloodshed and misery,\ndid it cost to assert the liberties of England! But in this event, great\nand important as it is in substance, I confess I think it still more\nimportant from the manner in which it has been achieved. Other countries\nhave obtained deliverances equally signal and complete, but in no\ncountry has that deliverance been obtained with such perfect peace; so\nentirely within the bounds of the Constitution; with all the forms of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlaw observed; the government of the country proceeding in its regular\ncourse; every man going forth unto his labour until the evening. France\nboasts of her three days of July, when her people rose, when barricades\nfenced the streets, and the entire population of the capital in grins\nsuccessfully vindicated their liberties. They boast, and justly, of\nthose three days of July; but I will boast of our ten days of May. We,\ntoo, fought a battle, but it was with moral arms. We, too, placed an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimpassable barrier between ourselves and military tyranny; but we fenced\nourselves only with moral barricades. Not one crime committed, not one\nacre confiscated, not one life lost, not one instance of outrage or\nattack on the authorities or the laws. Our victory has not left a single\nfamily in mourning. Not a tear, not a drop of blood, has sullied the\npacific and blameless triumph of a great people.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Tories of Leeds, as a last resource, fell to denouncing Macaulay as\na placeman; a stroke of superlative audacity in a party which, during\neight-and-forty years, had been out of office for only fourteen months.\nIt may well be imagined that he found plenty to say in his own defence.\n\"The only charge which malice can prefer against me is that I am a\nplaceman. Gentlemen, is it your wish that those persons who are thought\nworthy of the public confidence should never possess the confidence of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe King? Is it your wish that no men should be Ministers but those whom\nno populous places will take as their representatives? By whom, I ask,\nhas the Reform Bill been carried? By Ministers. Who have raised Leeds\ninto the situation to return members to Parliament? It is by the\nstrenuous efforts of a patriotic Ministry that that great result has\nbeen produced. I should think that the Reform Bill had done little for\nthe people, if under it the service of the people was not consistent", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nJust before the general election Hyde Villiers died, and the\nSecretaryship to the Board of Control became vacant. Macaulay\nsucceeded his old college friend in an office that gave him weighty\nresponsibility, defined duties, and, as it chanced, exceptional\nopportunities for distinction. About the same time, an event occurred\nwhich touched him more nearly than could any possible turn of fortune\nin the world of politics. His sisters Hannah and Margaret had for some", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmonths been almost domesticated among a pleasant nest of villas which\nlie in the southern suburb of Liverpool, on Dingle Bank; a spot whose\nnatural beauty nothing can spoil, until in the fulness of time its\ninevitable destiny shall convert it into docks. The young ladies were\nthe guests of Mr. John Cropper, who belonged to the Society of Friends,\na circumstance which readers who have got thus far into the Macaulay\ncorrespondence will doubtless have discovered for themselves. Before the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvisit was over, Margaret became engaged to the brother of her host, Mr.\nEdward Cropper, a man in every respect worthy of the personal esteem and\nthe commercial prosperity which have fallen to his lot.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere are many who will be surprised at finding in Macaulay's letters,\nboth now and hereafter, indications of certain traits in his disposition\nwith which the world, knowing him only through his political actions\nand his published works, may perhaps be slow to credit him; but which,\ntaking his life as a whole, were predominant in their power to affect\nhis happiness and give matter for his thoughts. Those who are least\npartial to him will allow that his was essentially a virile intellect.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe wrote, he thought, he spoke, he acted, like a man. The public\nregarded him as an impersonation of vigour, vivacity, and self-reliance;\nbut his own family, together with one, and probably only one, of\nhis friends, knew that his affections were only too tender, and his\nsensibilities only too acute. Others may well be loth to parade what he\nconcealed; but a portrait of Macaulay, from which these features were\nomitted, would be imperfect to the extent of misrepresentation; and it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmust be acknowledged that, where he loved, he loved more entirely, and\nmore exclusively, than was well for himself. It was improvident in him\nto concentrate such intensity of feeling upon relations who, however\ndeeply they were attached to him, could not always be in a position to\nrequite him with the whole of their time, and the whole of their heart.\nHe suffered much for that improvidence; but he was too just and too kind\nto permit that others should suffer with him; and it is not for one who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nobtained by inheritance a share of his inestimable affection to regret a\nweakness to which he considers himself by duty bound to refer.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHow keenly Macaulay felt the separation from his sister it is impossible\nto do more than indicate. He never again recovered that tone of thorough\nboyishness, which had been produced by a long unbroken habit of gay\nand affectionate intimacy with those younger than himself; indulged in\nwithout a suspicion on the part of any concerned that it was in its very\nnature transitory and precarious. For the first time he was led to doubt\nwhether his scheme of life was indeed a wise one; or, rather, he began", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto be aware that he had never laid out any scheme of life at all. But\nwith that unselfishness which was the key to his character and to much\nof his career, (resembling in its quality what we sometimes admire in\na woman, rather than what we ever detect in a man,) he took successful\npains to conceal his distress from those over whose happiness it\notherwise could not have failed to cast a shadow.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The attachment between brothers and sisters,\" he writes in November\n1832, \"blameless, amiable, and delightful as it is, is so liable to be\nsuperseded by other attachments that no wise man ought to suffer it to\nbecome indispensable to him. That women shall leave the home of their\nbirth, and contract ties dearer than those of consanguinity, is a law\nas ancient as the first records of the history of our race, and as\nunchangeable as the constitution of the human body and mind. To repine", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nagainst the nature of things, and against the great fundamental law of\nall society, because, in consequence of my own want of foresight, it\nhappens to bear heavily on me, would be the basest and most absurd\nselfishness.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I have still one more stake to lose. There remains one event for which,\nwhen it arrives, I shall, I hope, be prepared. From that moment, with\na heart formed, if ever any man's heart was formed, for domestic\nhappiness, I shall have nothing left in this world but ambition.\nThere is no wound, however, which time and necessity will not render\nendurable; and, after all, what am I more than my fathers,--than the\nmillions and tens of millions who have been weak enough to pay double", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nprice for some favourite number in the lottery of life, and who have\nsuffered double disappointment when their ticket came up a blank?\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLeeds: December 12, 1832\n\nMy dear Sister,--The election here is going on as well as possible.\nToday the poll stands thus:\n\n Marshall Macaulay Sadler\n 1,804 1,792 1,353", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe probability is that Sadler will give up the contest. If he persists,\nhe will be completely beaten. The voters are under 4,000 in number;\nthose who have already polled are 3,100; and about five hundred will\nnot poll at all. Even if we were not to bring up another man, the\nprobability is that we should win. On Sunday morning early I hope to be\nin London; and I shall see you in the course of the day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI had written thus far when your letter was delivered to me. I am\nsitting in the midst of two hundred friends, all mad with exultation and\nparty spirit, all glorying over the Tories, and thinking me the happiest\nman in the world. And it is all that I can do to hide my tears, and\nto command my voice, when it is necessary for me to reply to their\ncongratulations. Dearest, dearest sister, you alone are now left to me.\nWhom have I on earth but thee? But for you, in the midst of all these", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsuccesses, I should wish that I were lying by poor Hyde Villiers. But\nI cannot go on. I am wanted to waste an address to the electors; and I\nshall lay it on Sadler pretty heavily. By what strange fascination is it\nthat ambition and resentment exercise such power over minds which ought\nto be superior to them? I despise myself for feeling so bitterly towards\nthis fellow as I do. But the separation from dear Margaret has jarred\nmy whole temper. I am cried up here to the skies as the most affable and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am much obliged to you for your letter, and am\ngratified by all its contents, except what you say about your own cough.\nAs soon as you come back, you shall see Dr. Chambers, if you are not\nquite well. Do not oppose me in this; for I have set my heart on it.\nI dined on Saturday at Lord Essex's in Belgrave Square. But never was\nthere such a take-in. I had been given to understand that his Lordship's\ncuisine was superintended by the first French artists, and that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshould find there all the luxuries of the Almanach des Gourmands. What\na mistake! His lordship is luxurious, indeed, but in quite a different\nway. He is a true Englishman. Not a dish on his table but what Sir Roger\nde Coverley, or Sir Hugh Tyrold, [The uncle of Miss Burney's Camilla.]\nmight have set before his guests. A huge haunch of venison on the\nsideboard; a magnificent piece of beef at the bottom of the table;\nand before my Lord himself smoked, not a dindon aux truffes, but a fat", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nroasted goose stuffed with sage and onions. I was disappointed, but\nvery agreeably; for my tastes are, I fear, incurably vulgar, as you may\nperceive by my fondness for Mrs. Meeke's novels.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOur party consisted of Sharp; Lubbock; Watson, M.P. for Canterbury; and\nRich, the author of \"What will the Lords do?\" who wishes to be M. P.\nfor Knaresborough. Rogers was to have been of the party; but his brother\nchose that very day to die upon, so that poor Sam had to absent himself.\nThe Chancellor was also invited, but he had scampered off to pass his\nChristmas with his old mother in Westmoreland. We had some good talk,\nparticularly about Junius's Letters. I learned some new facts which I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 29th of January, 1833, commenced the first Session of the\nReformed Parliament. The main incidents of that Session, so fruitful in\ngreat measures of public utility, belong to general history; if indeed\nClio herself is not fated to succumb beneath the stupendous undertaking\nof turning Hansard into a narrative imbued with human interest.\nO'Connell,--criticising the King's speech at vast length, and passing in\nturns through every mood from the most exquisite pathos to downright and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nundisguised ferocity,--at once plunged the House into a discussion on\nIreland, which alternately blazed and smouldered through four livelong\nnights. Shed and Grattan spoke finely; Peel and Stanley admirably;\nBulwer made the first of his successes, and Cobbett the second of\nhis failures; but the longest and the loudest cheers were those which\ngreeted each of the glowing periods in which Macaulay, as the champion\nof the Whig party, met the great agitator face to face with high, but", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot intemperate, defiance.[\"We are called base, and brutal, and bloody.\nSuch are the epithets which the honourable and learned member for Dublin\nthinks it becoming to pour forth against the party to which he owes\nevery political privilege that he enjoys. The time will come when\nhistory will do justice to the Whigs of England, and will faithfully\nrelate how much they did and suffered for Ireland. I see on the\nbenches near me men who might, by uttering one word against Catholic", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEmancipation.--nay, by merely abstaining from uttering a word in favour\nof Catholic Emancipation,--have been returned to this House without\ndifficulty or expense, and who, rather than wrong their Irish\nfellow-subjects, were content to relinquish all the objects of their\nhonourable ambition, and to retire into private life with conscience\nand fame untarnished. As to one eminent person, who seems to be regarded\nwith especial malevolence by those who ought never to mention his name", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwithout respect and gratitude, I will only say this, that the loudest\nclamour which the honourable and learned gentleman can excite against\nLord Grey will be trifling when compared with the clamour which Lord\nGrey withstood in order to place the honourable and learned gentleman\nwhere he now sits. Though a young member of the Whig party I will\nventure to speak in the name of the whole body. I tell the honourable\nand learned gentleman, that the same spirit which sustained us in a just", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncontest for him will sustain us in an equally just contest against him.\nCalumny, abuse, royal displeasure, popular fury, exclusion from office,\nexclusion from Parliament, we were ready to endure them all, rather than\nthat he should be less than a British subject. We never will suffer him\nto be more.\"] In spite of this flattering reception, he seldom addressed\nthe House. A subordinate member of a Government, with plenty to do in\nhis own department, finds little temptation, and less encouragement,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto play the debater. The difference of opinion between the two Houses\nconcerning the Irish Church Temporalities Bill, which constituted the\ncrisis of the year, was the one circumstance that excited in Macaulay's\nmind any very lively emotions; but those emotions, being denied their\nfull and free expression in the oratory of a partisan, found vent in the\ndoleful prognostications of a despairing patriot which fill his letters\nthroughout the months of June and July. His abstinence from the passing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntopics of Parliamentary controversy obtained for him a friendly, as well\nas an attentive, hearing from both sides of the House whenever he\nspoke on his own subjects; and did much to smooth the progress of those\nimmense and salutary reforms with which the Cabinet had resolved to\naccompany the renewal of the India Company's Charter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo rapid had been the march of events under that strange imperial\nsystem established in the East by the enterprise and valour of three\ngenerations of our countrymen, that each of the periodical revisions\nof that system was, in effect, a revolution. The legislation of 1813\ndestroyed the monopoly of the Indian trade. In 1833 the time had arrived\nwhen it was impossible any longer to maintain the monopoly of the China\ntrade; and the extinction of this remaining commercial privilege could", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot fail to bring upon the Company commercial ruin. Skill, and energy,\nand caution, however happily combined, would not enable rulers who were\ngoverning a population larger than that governed by Augustus, and making\nevery decade conquests more extensive than the conquests of Trajan, to\ncompete with private merchants in an open market. England, mindful of\nthe inestimable debt which she owed to the great Company, did not intend\nto requite her benefactors by imposing on them a hopeless task. Justice", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand expediency could be reconciled by one course, and one only;--that\nof buying up the assets and liabilities of the Company on terms the\nfavourable character of which should represent the sincerity of the\nnational gratitude. Interest was to be paid from the Indian exchequer\nat the rate of ten guineas a year on every hundred pounds of stock;\nthe Company was relieved of its commercial attributes, and became a\ncorporation charged with the function of ruling Hindoostan; and its", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe machinery required for carrying into effect this gigantic\nmetamorphosis was embodied in a bill every one of whose provisions\nbreathed the broad, the fearless, and the tolerant spirit with which\nReform had inspired our counsels. The earlier Sections placed the whole\nproperty of the Company in trust for the Crown, and enacted that \"from\nand after the 22nd day of April 1834 the exclusive right of trading\nwith the dominions of the Emperor of China, and of trading in tea, shall", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncease.\" Then came clauses which threw open the whole continent of\nIndia as a place of residence for all subjects of his Majesty; which\npronounced the doom of Slavery; and which ordained that no native of the\nBritish territories in the East should \"by reason only of his religion,\nplace of birth, descent, or colour, be disabled from holding any place,\noffice, or employment.\" The measure was introduced by Mr. Charles Grant,\nthe President of the Board of Control, and was read a second time on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWednesday the 10th July. On that occasion Macaulay defended the bill in\na thin House; a circumstance which may surprise those who are not aware\nthat on a Wednesday, and with an Indian question on the paper, Cicero\nreplying to Hortensius would hardly draw a quorum. Small as it was, the\naudience contained Lord John Russell, Peel, O'Connell, and other masters\nin the Parliamentary craft. Their unanimous judgment was summed up by\nCharles Grant, in words which every one who knows the House of Commons", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwill recognise as being very different from the conventional verbiage\nof mutual senatorial flattery. \"I must embrace the opportunity of\nexpressing, not what I felt, (for language could not express it,) but\nof making an attempt to convey to the House my sympathy with it in its\nadmiration of the speech of my honourable and learned friend; a speech\nwhich, I will venture to assert, has never been exceeded within these\nwalls for the development of statesmanlike policy and practical good", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsense. It exhibited all that is noble in oratory; all that is sublime,\nI had almost said, in poetry; all that is truly great, exalted, and\nvirtuous in human nature. If the House at large felt a deep interest in\nthis magnificent display, it may judge of what were my emotions when\nI perceived in the hands of my honourable friend the great principles\nwhich he expounded glowing with fresh colours, and arrayed in all the\nbeauty of truth.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is no praise more gratefully treasured than that which is bestowed\nby a generous chief upon a subordinate with whom he is on the best of\nterms. Macaulay to the end entertained for Lord Glenelg that sentiment\nof loyalty which a man of honour and feeling will always cherish with\nregard to the statesman under whom he began his career as a servant of\nthe Crown. [The affinity between this sentiment and that of the Quaestor\ntowards his first Proconsul, so well described in the Orations against", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nVerres, is one among the innumerable points of resemblance between the\npublic life of ancient Rome and modern England.] The Secretary repaid\nthe President for his unvarying kindness and confidence by helping him\nto get the bill through committee with that absence of friction which\nis the pride and delight of official men. The vexed questions of\nEstablishment and Endowment, (raised by the clauses appointing\nbishops to Madras and Bombay, and balancing them with as many salaried", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nPresbyterian chaplains,) increased the length of the debates and the\nnumber of the divisions; but the Government carried every point by\nlarge majorities, and, with slight modifications in detail, and none in\nprinciple, the measure became law with the almost universal approbation\nboth of Parliament and the country.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--The papers will scarcely contain any account of what\npassed yesterday in the House of Commons in the middle of the day.\nGrant and I fought a battle with Briscoe and O'Connell in defence of\nthe Indian people, and won it by 38 to 6. It was a rascally claim of\na dishonest agent of the Company against the employers whom he had\ncheated, and sold to their own tributaries. [In his great Indian speech\nMacaulay referred to this affair, in a passage, the first sentence of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich has, by frequent quotation, been elevated into an apophthegm: \"A\nbroken head in Cold Bath Fields produces a greater sensation than three\npitched battles in India. A few weeks ago we had to decide on a claim\nbrought by an individual against the revenues of India. If it had been\nan English question the walls would scarcely have held the members who\nwould have flocked to the division. It was an Indian question; and we\ncould scarcely, by dint of supplication, make a House.\"] The nephew", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the original claimant has been pressing his case on the Board most\nvehemently. He is an attorney living in Russell Square, and very likely\nhears the word at St. John's Chapel. He hears it however to very little\npurpose; for he lies as much as if he went to hear a \"cauld clatter of\nmorality\" at the parish church.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI remember that, when you were at Leamington two years ago, I used to\nfill my letters with accounts of the people with whom I dined. High life\nwas new to me then; and now it has grown so familiar that I should\nnot, I fear, be able, as I formerly was, to select the striking\ncircumstances. I have dined with sundry great folks since you left\nLondon, and I have attended a very splendid rout at Lord Grey's. I\nstole thither, at about eleven, from the House of Commons with Stewart", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMackenzie. I do not mean to describe the beauty of the ladies, nor\nthe brilliancy of stars and uniforms. I mean only to tell you one\ncircumstance which struck, and even affected me. I was talking to Lady\nCharlotte Lindsay, the daughter of Lord North, a great favourite of\nmine, about the apartments and the furniture, when she said with a good\ndeal of emotion: \"This is an interesting visit to me. I have never been\nin this house for fifty years. It was here that I was born; I left it a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchild when my father fell from power in 1782, and I have never crossed\nthe threshold since.\" Then she told me how the rooms seemed dwindled to\nher; how the staircase, which appeared to her in recollection to be the\nmost spacious and magnificent that she had ever seen, had disappointed\nher. She longed, she said, to go over the garrets and rummage her old\nnursery. She told me how, in the No-Popery riots of 1780, she was\ntaken out of bed at two o'clock in the morning. The mob threatened Lord", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNorth's house. There were soldiers at the windows, and an immense and\nfurious crowd in Downing Street. She saw, she said, from her nursery\nthe fires in different parts of London; but she did not understand the\ndanger; and only exulted in being up at midnight. Then she was conveyed\nthrough the Park to the Horse Guards as the safest place; and was laid,\nwrapped up in blankets, on the table in the guardroom in the midst of\nthe officers. \"And it was such fun,\" she said, \"that I have ever after", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI write in the midst of a crowd. A debate on Slavery is going on in the\nCommons; a debate on Portugal in the Lords. The door is slamming behind\nme every moment, and people are constantly going out and in. Here comes\nVernon Smith. \"Well, Vernon, what are they doing?\" \"Gladstone has just\nmade a very good speech, and Howick is answering him.\" \"Aye, but in the\nHouse of Lords?\" \"They will beat us by twenty, they say.\" \"Well, I do\nnot think it matters much.\" \"No; nobody out of the House of Lords cares", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is a conversation between two official men in the Library of the\nHouse of Commons on the night of the 3rd June 1833, reported word\nfor word. To the historian three centuries hence this letter will be\ninvaluable. To you, ungrateful as you are, it will seem worthless.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nSmoking-Room of the House of Commons June 6, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy Darling,--Why am I such a fool as to write to a gypsey at Liverpool,\nwho fancies that none is so good as she if she sends one letter for my\nthree? A lazy chit whose fingers tire with penning a page in reply to a\nquire! There, Miss, you read all the first sentence of my epistle, and\nnever knew that you were reading verse. I have some gossip for you about\nthe Edinburgh Review. Napier is in London, and has called on me several\ntimes. He has been with the publishers, who tell him that the sale is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfalling off; and in many private parties, where he hears sad complaints.\nThe universal cry is that the long dull articles are the ruin of the\nReview. As to myself, he assures me that my articles are the only things\nwhich keep the work up at all. Longman and his partners correspond with\nabout five hundred booksellers in different parts of the kingdom. All\nthese booksellers, I find, tell them that the Review sells, or does not\nsell, according as there are, or are not, articles by Mr. Macaulay.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo, you see, I, like Mr. Darcy,[The central male figure in \"Pride and\nPrejudice.\"] shall not care how proud I am. At all events, I cannot but\nbe pleased to learn that, if I should be forced to depend on my pen for\nsubsistence, I can command what price I choose.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe House is sitting; Peel is just down; Lord Palmerston is speaking;\nthe heat is tremendous; the crowd stifling; and so here I am in the\nsmoking-room, with three Repealers making chimneys of their mouths under\nmy very nose.\n\n To think that this letter will bear to my Anna\n The exquisite scent of O'Connor's Havannah!", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou know that the Lords have been foolish enough to pass a vote implying\ncensure on the Ministers.[On June 3rd, 1833, a vote of censure on the\nPortuguese policy of the Ministry was moved by the Duke of\nWellington, and carried in the Lords by 79 votes to 69. On June 6th a\ncounter-resolution was carried in the Commons by 361 votes to 98.] The\nMinisters do not seem inclined to take it of them. The King has snubbed\ntheir Lordships properly; and in about an hour, as I guess, (for it is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnear eleven), we shall have come to a Resolution in direct opposition\nto that agreed to by the Upper House. Nobody seems to care one straw for\nwhat the Peers say about any public matter. A Resolution of the Court\nof Common Council, or of a meeting at Freemasons' Hall, has often made\na greater sensation than this declaration of a branch of the Legislature\nagainst the Executive Government. The institution of the Peerage is\nevidently dying a natural death.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI dined yesterday--where, and on what, and at what price, I am ashamed\nto tell you. Such scandalous extravagance and gluttony I will not commit\nto writing. I blush when I think of it. You, however, are not wholly\nguiltless in this matter. My nameless offence was partly occasioned by\nNapier; and I have a very strong reason for wishing to keep Napier in\ngood humour. He has promised to be at Edinburgh when I take a certain\ndamsel thither; to loop out for very nice lodgings for us in Queen", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nStreet; to show us everything and everybody; and to see us as far as\nDunkeld on our way northward, if we do go northward. In general I abhor\nvisiting; but at Edinburgh we must see the people as well as the walls\nand windows; and Napier will be a capital guide.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: June 14, 1833.\n\nMy dear Sister,--I do not know what you may have been told. I may have\ngrumbled, for ought I know, at not having more letters from you; but, as\nto being angry, you ought to know by this time what sort of anger mine\nis when you are its object.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou have seen the papers, I dare say, and you will perceive that I did\nnot speak yesterday night.[The night of the First Reading of the India\nBill.] The House was thin. The debate was languid. Grant's speech had\ndone our work sufficiently for one night; and both he and Lord Althorp\nadvised me to reserve myself for the Second Reading.\n\nWhat have I to tell you? I will look at my engagement book, to see where\nI am to dine.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFriday June 14 . Lord Grey.\n Saturday June 15. Mr. Boddington.\n Sunday June 16 . Mr. S. Rice.\n Saturday June 22. Sir R. Inglis.\n Thursday June 27. The Earl of Ripon.\n Saturday June 29. Lord Morpeth.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nRead, and envy, and pine, and die. And yet I would give a large slice of\nmy quarter's salary, which is now nearly due, to be at the Dingle. I am\nsick of Lords with no brains in their heads, and Ladies with paint on\ntheir cheeks, and politics, and politicians, and that reeking furnace of\na House. As the poet says,\n\n Oh! rather would I see this day\n My little Nancy well and merry\n Than the blue riband of Earl Grey,\n Or the blue stockings of Miss Berry.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMargaret tells us that you are better, and better, and better. I want to\nhear that you are well. At all events our Scotch tour will set you up.\nI hope, for the sake of the tour, that we shall keep our places; but I\nfirmly believe that, before many days have passed, a desperate attempt\nwill be made in the House of Lords to turn us out. If we stand the\nshock, we shall be firmer than ever. I am not without anxiety as to the\nresult; yet I believe that Lord Grey understands the position in which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe is placed, and, as for the King, he will not forget his last blunder,\nI will answer for it, even if he should live to the age of his father.\n[This \"last blunder\" was the refusal of the King to stand by his\nMinisters in May 1832. Macaulay proved a bad prophet; for, after an\ninterval of only three years, William the Fourth repeated his blunder in\nan aggravated form.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut why plague ourselves about politics when we have so much pleasanter\nthings to talk of? The Parson's Daughter; don't you like the Parson's\nDaughter? What a wretch Harbottle was! And Lady Frances, what a sad\nworldly woman! But Mrs. Harbottle, dear suffering angel! and Emma Level,\nall excellence! Dr. Mac Gopus you doubtless like; but you probably do\nnot admire the Duchess and Lady Catherine. There is a regular cone over\na novel for you! But, if you will have my opinion, I think it Theodore", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBook's worst performance; far inferior to the Surgeon's Daughter; a set\nof fools making themselves miserable by their own nonsensical fancies\nand suspicions. Let me hear your opinion, for I will be sworn that,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn spite of all the serious world,\n Of all the thumbs that ever twirled,\n Of every broadbrim-shaded brow,\n Of every tongue that e'er said \"thou,\"\n You still read books in marble covers\n About smart girls and dapper lovers.\n\nBut what folly I have been scrawling! I must go to work.\n\n I cannot all day\n Be neglecting Madras\n And slighting Bombay\n For the sake of a lass.\n\nKindest love to Edward, and to the woman who owns him.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: June 17, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--All is still anxiety here. Whether the House of Lords will\nthrow out the Irish Church Bill, whether the King will consent to create\nnew Peers, whether the Tories will venture to form a Ministry, are\nmatters about which we are all in complete doubt. If the Ministry should\nreally be changed, Parliament will, I feel quite sure, be dissolved.\nWhether I shall have a seat in the next Parliament I neither know nor\ncare. I shall regret nothing for myself but our Scotch tour. For the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npublic I shall, if this Parliament is dissolved, entertain scarcely any\nhopes. I see nothing before us but a frantic conflict between extreme\nopinions; a short period of oppression; then a convulsive reaction; and\nthen a tremendous crash of the Funds, the Church, the Peerage, and the\nThrone. It is enough to make the most strenuous royalist lean a little\nto republicanism to think that the whole question between safety and\ngeneral destruction may probably, at this most fearful conjuncture,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndepend on a single man whom the accident of his birth has placed in a\nsituation to which certainly his own virtues or abilities would never\nhave raised him.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe question must come to a decision, I think, within the fortnight. In\nthe meantime the funds are going down, the newspapers are storming, and\nthe faces of men on both sides are growing day by day more gloomy and\nanxious. Even during the most violent part of the contest for the Reform\nBill I do not remember to have seen so much agitation in the political\ncircles. I have some odd anecdotes for you, which I will tell you when\nwe meet. If the Parliament should be dissolved, the West Indian and East", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIndian Bills are of course dropped. What is to become of the slaves?\nWhat is to become of the tea-trade? Will the <DW64>s, after receiving\nthe Resolutions of the House of Commons promising them liberty, submit\nto the cart-whip? Will our merchants consent to have the trade with\nChina, which has just been offered to them, snatched away? The Bank\nCharter, too, is suspended. But that is comparatively a trifle. After\nall, what is it to me who is in or out, or whether those fools of Lords", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nare resolved to perish, and drag the King to perish with them in\nthe ruin which they have themselves made? I begin to wonder what the\nfascination is which attracts men, who could sit over their tea and\ntheir books in their own cool quiet room, to breathe bad air, hear bad\nspeeches, lounge up and down the long gallery, and doze uneasily on the\ngreen benches till three in the morning. Thank God, these luxuries\nare not necessary to me. My pen is sufficient for my support, and my", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsister's company is sufficient for my happiness. Only let me see\nher well and cheerful, and let offices in Government, and seats in\nParliament, go to those who care for them. If I were to leave public\nlife to-morrow, I declare that, except for the vexation which it might\ngive you and one or two others, the event would not be in the slightest\ndegree painful to me. As you boast of having a greater insight into\ncharacter than I allow to you, let me know how you explain this", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nphilosophical disposition of mine, and how you reconcile it with my\nambitious inclinations. That is a problem for a young lady who professes\nknowledge of human nature.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDid I tell you that I dined at the Duchess of Kent's, and sate next that\nloveliest of women, Mrs. Littleton? Her husband, our new Secretary for\nIreland, told me this evening that Lord Wellesley, who sate near us\nat the Duchess's, asked Mrs. Littleton afterwards who it was that was\ntalking to her. \"Mr. Macaulay.\" \"Oh! \"said the Marquess,\" I am\nvery sorry I did not know it. I have a most particular desire to be\nacquainted with that man.\" Accordingly Littleton has engaged me to dine", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith him, in order to introduce me to the Marquess. I am particularly\ncurious, and always was, to know him. He has made a great and splendid\nfigure in history, and his weaknesses, though they make his character\nless worthy of respect, make it more interesting as a study. Such a\nblooming old swain I never saw; hair combed with exquisite nicety, a\nwaistcoat of driven snow, and a star and garter put on with rare skill.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo-day we took up our Resolutions about India to the House of Lords. The\ntwo Houses had a conference on the subject in an old Gothic room called\nthe Painted Chamber. The painting consists in a mildewed daub of a woman\nin the niche of one of the windows. The Lords sate in little cocked hats\nalong a table; and we stood uncovered on the other side, and delivered\nin our Resolutions. I thought that before long it may be our turn to\nsit, and theirs to stand.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: June 21, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--I cannot tell you how delighted I was to learn from Fanny\nthis morning that Margaret pronounces you to be as well as she could\nwish you to be. Only continue so, and all the changes of public life\nwill be as indifferent to me as to Horatio. If I am only spared the\nmisery of seeing you suffer, I shall be found\n\n A man that fortune's buffets and rewards\n Has ta'en with equal thanks.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhether we are to have buffets or rewards is known only to Heaven and\nto the Peers. I think that their Lordships are rather cowed. Indeed, if\nthey venture on the course on which they lately seemed bent, I would not\ngive sixpence for a coronet or a penny for a mitre.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall not read the Repealers; and I think it very impudent in you to\nmake such a request. Have I nothing to do but to be your novel-taster?\nIt is rather your duty to be mine. What else have you to do? I have read\nonly one novel within the last week, and a most precious one it was: the\nInvisible Gentleman. Have you ever read it? But I need not ask. No\ndoubt it has formed part of your Sunday studies. A wretched, trumpery,\nimitation of Godwin's worst manner. What a number of stories I shall", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave to tell you when we meet!--which will be, as nearly as I can guess,\nabout the 10th or 12th of August. I shall be as rich as a Jew by that\ntime.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNext Wednesday will be quarter-day;\n And then, if I'm alive,\n Of sterling pounds I shall receive\n Three hundred seventy-five.\n\n Already I possess in cash\n Two hundred twenty-four,\n Besides what I have lent to John\n Which makes up twenty more.\n\n Also the man who editeth\n The Yellow and the Blue\n Doth owe me ninety pounds at least,\n All for my last review.\n\n So, if my debtors pay their debts,\n You'll find, dear sister mine,\n That all my wealth together makes\n Seven hundred pounds and nine.\n\nEver yours", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe rhymes in which Macaulay unfolds his little budget derive a\ncertain dignity and meaning from the events of the ensuing weeks.\nThe unparalleled labours of the Anti-Slavery leaders were at length\napproaching a successful issue, and Lord Grey's Cabinet had declared\nitself responsible for the emancipation of the West Indian <DW64>s. But\nit was already beginning to be known that the Ministerial scheme, in\nits original shape, was not such as would satisfy even the more moderate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAbolitionists. Its most objectionable feature was shadowed forth in the\nthird of the Resolutions with which Mr. Stanley, who had the question\nin charge, prefaced the introduction of his bill: \"That all persons, now\nslaves, be entitled to be registered as apprenticed labourers, and to\nacquire thereby all the rights and privileges of freemen, subject to\nthe restriction of labouring, for a time to be fixed by Parliament,\nfor their present owners.\" It was understood that twelve years would", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe proposed as the period of apprenticeship; although no trace of this\nintention could be detected in the wording of the Resolution. Macaulay,\nwho thought twelve years far too long, felt himself justified in\nsupporting the Government during the preliminary stages; but he took\noccasion to make some remarks indicating that circumstances might occur\nwhich would oblige him to resign office, and adopt a line of his own.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs time went on it became evident that his firmness would be put to\nthe test; and a severe test it was. A rising statesman, whose prospects\nwould be irremediably injured by abruptly quitting a Government that\nseemed likely to be in power for the next quarter of a century; a\nzealous Whig, who shrank from the very appearance of disaffection to his\nparty; a man of sense, with no ambition to be called Quixotic; a member\nfor a large constituency, possessed of only seven hundred pounds in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nworld when his purse was at its fullest; above all, an affectionate son\nand brother, now, more than ever, the main hope and reliance of those\nwhom he held most dear;--it may well be believed that he was not in a\nhurry to act the martyr. His father's affairs were worse than bad. The\nAfrican firm, without having been reduced to declare itself bankrupt,\nhad ceased to exist as a house of business; or existed only so far that\nfor some years to come every penny that Macaulay earned, beyond what the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnecessities of life demanded, was scrupulously devoted to paying, and\nat length to paying off, his father's creditors; a dutiful enterprise\nin which he was assisted by his brother Henry, [Henry married in 1841\na daughter of his brother's old political ally, Lord Denman. He died at\nBoa Vista, in 1846, leaving two sons, Henry, and Joseph, Macaulay.] a\nyoung man of high spirit and excellent abilities, who had recently been\nappointed one of the Commissioners of Arbitration in the Prize Courts at\nSierra Leone.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe pressure of pecuniary trouble was now beginning to make itself felt\neven by the younger members of the family. About this time, or perhaps a\nlittle earlier, Hannah Macaulay writes thus to one of her cousins:\n\"You say nothing about coming to us. You must come in good health and\nspirits. Our trials ought not greatly to depress us; for, after all, all\nwe want is money, the easiest want to bear; and, when we have so many\nmercies--friends who love us and whom we love; no bereavements; and,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nabove all, (if it be not our own fault,) a hope full of immortality--let\nus not be so ungrateful as to repine because we are without what in\nitself cannot make our happiness.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's colleagues, who, without knowing his whole story, knew enough\nto be aware that he could ill afford to give up office, were earnest\nin their remonstrances; but he answered shortly, and almost roughly:\n\"I cannot go counter to my father. He has devoted his whole life to the\nquestion, and I cannot grieve him by giving way when he wishes me to\nstand firm.\" During the crisis of the West India Bill, Zachary Macaulay\nand his son were in constant correspondence. There is something touching", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin the picture which these letters present of the older man, (whose\nyears were coming to a close in poverty which was the consequence of his\nhaving always lived too much for others,) discussing quietly and gravely\nhow, and when, the younger was to take a step that in the opinion\nof them both would be fatal to his career; and this with so little\nconsciousness that there was anything heroic in the course which they\nwere pursuing, that it appears never to have occurred to either of their", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHaving made up his mind as to what he should do, Macaulay set about it\nwith as good a grace as is compatible with the most trying position in\nwhich a man, and especially a young man, can find himself. Carefully\navoiding the attitude of one who bargains or threatens, he had given\ntimely notice in the proper quarter of his intentions and his views. At\nlength the conjuncture arrived when decisive action could no longer\nbe postponed. On the 24th of July Mr. Thomas Fowell Buxton moved an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\namendment in Committee, limiting the apprenticeship to the shortest\nperiod necessary for establishing the system of free labour. Macaulay,\nwhose resignation was already in Lord Althorp's hands, made a speech\nwhich produced all the more effect as being inornate, and, at times,\nalmost awkward. Even if deeper feelings had not restrained the range of\nhis fancy and the flow of his rhetoric, his judgment would have told\nhim that it was not the moment for an oratorical display. He began", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby entreating the House to extend to him that indulgence which it had\naccorded on occasions when he had addressed it \"with more confidence\nand with less harassed feelings.\" He then, at some length, exposed the\neffects of the Government proposal. \"In free countries the master has\na choice of labourers, and the labourer has a choice of masters; but\nin slavery it is always necessary to give despotic power to the master.\nThis bill leaves it to the magistrate to keep peace between master and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nslave. Every time that the slave takes twenty minutes to do that which\nthe master thinks he should do in fifteen, recourse must be had to\nthe magistrate. Society would day and night be in a constant state\nof litigation, and all differences and difficulties must be solved by\njudicial interference.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe did not share in Mr. Buxton's apprehension of gross cruelty as a\nresult of the apprenticeship. \"The magistrate would be accountable to\nthe Colonial Office, and the Colonial Office to the House of Commons, in\nwhich every lash which was inflicted under magisterial authority would\nbe told and counted. My apprehension is that the result of continuing\nfor twelve years this dead slavery,--this state of society destitute of\nany vital principle,--will be that the whole <DW64> population will sink", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninto weak and drawling inefficacy, and will be much less fit for liberty\nat the end of the period than at the commencement. My hope is that the\nsystem will die a natural death; that the experience of a few months\nwill so establish its utter inefficiency as to induce the planters to\nabandon it, and to substitute for it a state of freedom. I have voted,\"\nhe said, \"for the Second Reading, and I shall vote for the Third\nReading; but, while the bill is in Committee, I shall join with other", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSuch a declaration, coming from the mouth of a member of the Government,\ngave life to the debate, and secured to Mr. Buxton an excellent\ndivision, which under the circumstances was equivalent to a victory. The\nnext day Mr. Stanley rose; adverted shortly to the position in which the\nMinisters stood; and announced that the term of apprenticeship would be\nreduced from twelve years to seven. Mr. Buxton, who, with equal energy\nand wisdom, had throughout the proceedings acted as leader of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnti-slavery party in the House of Commons, advised his friends to make\nthe best of the concession; and his counsel was followed by all those\nAbolitionists who were thinking more of their cause than of themselves.\nIt is worthy of remark that Macaulay's prophecy came true, though not\nat so early a date as he ventured to anticipate. Four years of the\nprovisional system brought all parties to acquiesce in the premature\ntermination of a state of things which denied to the <DW64> the blessings", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The papers,\" Macaulay writes to his father, \"will have told you all\nthat has happened, as far as it is known to the public. The secret\nhistory you will have heard from Buxton. As to myself, Lord Althorp\ntold me yesterday night that the Cabinet had determined not to accept\nmy resignation. I have therefore the singular good luck of having saved\nboth my honour and my place, and of having given no just ground of\noffence either to the Abolitionists or to my party-friends. I have more", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis letter is dated the 27th of July. On that day week, Wilberforce\nwas carried to his grave in Westminster Abbey. \"We laid him,\" writes\nMacaulay, \"side by side with Canning, at the feet of Pitt, and within\ntwo steps of Fox and Grattan.\" He died with the promised land full in\nview. Before the end of August Parliament abolished slavery, and the\nlast touch was put to the work that had consumed so many pure and noble\nlives. In a letter of congratulation to Zachary Macaulay, Mr. Buxton", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsays: \"Surely you have reason to rejoice. My sober and deliberate\nopinion is that you have done more towards this consummation than any\nother man. For myself, I take pleasure in acknowledging that you have\nbeen my tutor all the way through, and that I could have done nothing\nwithout you.\" Such was the spirit of these men, who, while the struggle\nlasted, were prodigal of health and ease; but who, in the day of\ntriumph, disclaimed, each for himself, even that part of the merit", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--I have been so completely overwhelmed with business for\nsome days that I have not been able to find time for writing a\nline. Yesterday night we read the India Bill a second time. It was a\nWednesday, and the reporters gave hardly any account of what passed.\nThey always resent being forced to attend on that day, which is their\nholiday. I made the best speech, by general agreement, and in my own\nopinion, that I ever made in my life. I was an hour and three-quarters", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nup; and such compliments as I had from Lord Althorp, Lord Palmerston,\nLord John Russell, Wynne, O'Connell, Grant, the Speaker, and twenty\nother people, you never heard. As there is no report of the speech,\nI have been persuaded, rather against my will, to correct it for\npublication. I will tell you one compliment that was paid me, and which\ndelighted me more than any other. An old member said to me: \"Sir, having\nheard that speech may console the young people for never having heard", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMr. Burke.\" [A Tory member said that Macaulay resembled both the Burkes:\nthat he was like the first from his eloquence, and like the second from\nhis stopping other people's mouths.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Slavery Bill is miserably bad. I am fully resolved not to be dragged\nthrough the mire, but to oppose, by speaking and voting, the clauses\nwhich I think objectionable. I have told Lord Althorp this, and have\nagain tendered my resignation. He hinted that he thought that the\nGovernment would leave me at liberty to take my own line, but that he\nmust consult his colleagues. I told him that I asked for no favour; that\nI knew what inconvenience would result if official men were allowed to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndissent from Ministerial measures, and yet to keep their places; and\nthat I should not think myself in the smallest degree ill-used if the\nCabinet accepted my resignation. This is the present posture of affairs.\nIn the meantime the two Houses are at daggers drawn. Whether the\nGovernment will last to the end of the Session I neither know nor care.\nI am sick of Boards, and of the House of Commons; and pine for a few\nquiet days, a cool country breeze, and a little chatting with my dear\nsister.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I snatch a few minutes to write a single line to you.\nWe went into Committee on the India Bill at twelve this morning, sate\ntill three, and are just set at liberty for two hours. At five we\nrecommence, and shall be at work till midnight. In the interval between\nthree and five I have to despatch the current business of the office,\nwhich, at present, is fortunately not heavy; to eat my dinner, which I\nshall do at Grant's; and to write a short scrawl to my little sister.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy work, though laborious, has been highly satisfactory. No Bill, I\nbelieve, of such importance,--certainly no important Bill in my time,\nhas been received with such general approbation. The very cause of the\nnegligence of the reporters, and of the thinness of the House, is that\nwe have framed our measure so carefully as to give little occasion for\ndebate. Littleton, Denison, and many other members, assure me that they\nnever remember to have seen a Bill better drawn or better conducted.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn Monday night, I hope, my work will be over. Our Bill will have been\ndiscussed, I trust, for the last time in the House of Commons; and, in\nall probability, I shall within forty-eight hours after that time be out\nof office. I am fully determined not to give way about the West India\nBill; and I can hardly expect,--I am sure I do not wish,--that the\nMinisters should suffer me to keep my place and oppose their measure.\nWhatever may befall me or my party, I am much more desirous to come to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan end of this interminable Session than to stay either in office or\nin Parliament. The Tories are quite welcome to take everything, if\nthey will only leave me my pen and my books, a warm fireside, and you\nchattering beside it. This sort of philosophy, an odd kind of cross\nbetween Stoicism and Epicureanism, I have learned, where most people\nunlearn all their philosophy, in crowded senates and fine drawing-rooms.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut time flies, and Grant's dinner will be waiting. He keeps open house\nfor us during this fight.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: July 22, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father,--We are still very anxious here. The Lords, though they\nhave passed the Irish Church Bill through its first stage, will very\nprobably mutilate it in Committee. It will then be for the Ministers to\ndecide whether they can with honour keep their places. I believe that\nthey will resign if any material alteration should be made; and then\neverything is confusion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThese circumstances render it very difficult for me to shape my course\nright with respect to the West India Bill, the Second Reading of which\nstands for this evening. I am fully resolved to oppose several of the\nclauses. But to declare my intention publicly, at a moment when the\nGovernment is in danger, would have the appearance of ratting. I must be\nguided by circumstances; but my present intention is to say nothing on\nthe Second Reading. By the time that we get into Committee the political", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncrisis, will, I hope, be over; the fate of the Church Bill will be\ndecided one way or the other; and I shall be able to take my own\ncourse on the Slavery question without exposing myself to the charge of\ndeserting my friends in a moment of peril.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--You will have seen by the papers that the West India\ndebate on Monday night went off very quietly in little more than an\nhour. To-night we expect the great struggle, and I fear that, much\nagainst my inclination, I must bear a part in it. My resignation is in\nLord Althorp's hands. He assures me that he will do his utmost to obtain\nfor me liberty to act as I like on this question; but Lord Grey and\nStanley are to be consulted, and I think it very improbable that they", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwill consent to allow me so extraordinary a privilege. I know that, if I\nwere Minister, I would not allow such latitude to any man in office; and\nso I told Lord Althorp. He answered in the kindest and most flattering\nmanner; told me that in office I had surpassed their expectations, and\nthat, much as they wished to bring me in last year, they wished much\nmore to keep me in now. I told him in reply that the matter was one for\nthe Ministers to settle, purely with a view to their own interest; that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI asked for no indulgence; that I could make no terms; and that, what I\nwould not do to serve them, I certainly would not do to keep my place.\nThus the matter stands. It will probably be finally settled within a few\nhours.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis detestable Session goes on lengthening, and lengthening, like a\nhuman hair in one's mouth. (Do you know that delicious sensation?) Last\nmonth we expected to have been up before the middle of August. Now we\nshould be glad to be quite certain of being in the country by the first\nof September. One comfort I shall have in being turned out: I will not\nstay a day in London after the West India Bill is through Committee;\nwhich I hope it will be before the end of next week.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe new Edinburgh Review is not much amiss; but I quite agree with\nthe publishers, the editor, and the reading public generally, that the\nnumber would have been much the better for an article of thirty or forty\npages from the pen of a gentleman who shall be nameless.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: July 25, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--The plot is thickening. Yesterday Buxton moved an\ninstruction to the Committee on the Slavery Bill, which the Government\nopposed, and which I supported. It was extremely painful to me to speak\nagainst all my political friends; so painful that at times I could\nhardly go on. I treated them as mildly as I could; and they all tell me\nthat I performed my difficult task not ungracefully. We divided at two\nthis morning, and were 151 to 158. The Ministers found that, if they", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npersisted, they would infallibly be beaten. Accordingly they came down\nto the House at twelve this day, and agreed to reduce the apprenticeship\nto seven years for the agricultural labourers, and to five years for\nthe skilled labourers. What other people may do I cannot tell; but I am\ninclined to be satisfied with this concession; particularly as I believe\nthat, if we press the thing further, they will resign, and we shall have\nno Bill at all, but instead of it a Tory Ministry and a dissolution.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSome people flatter me with the assurance that our large minority, and\nthe consequent change in the Bill, have been owing to me. If this be so,\nI have done one useful act at least in my life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall now certainly remain in office; and if, as I expect, the Irish\nChurch Bill passes the Lords, I may consider myself as safe till the\nnext Session; when Heaven knows what may happen. It is still quite\nuncertain when we may rise. I pine for rest, air, and a taste of family\nlife, more than I can express. I see nothing but politicians, and talk\nabout nothing but politics.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have not read Village Belles. Tell me, as soon as you can get it,\nwhether it is worth reading. As John Thorpe [The young Oxford man in\n\"Northanger Abbey.\"] says \"Novels! Oh Lord! I never read novels. I have\nsomething else to do.\"\n\nFarewell.\n\nT. B. M,\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay,\n\nLondon: July 27, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Here I am, safe and well, at the end of one of the most\nstormy weeks that the oldest man remembers in Parliamentary affairs.\nI have resigned my office, and my resignation has been refused. I have\nspoken and voted against the Ministry under which I hold my place. The\nMinistry has been so hard run in the Commons as to be forced to modify\nits plan; and has received a defeat in the Lords, [On the 25th of July\nthe Archbishop of Canterbury carried an amendment on the Irish Church", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBill, against the Government, by 84 votes to 82.]--a slight one to be\nsure, and on a slight matter,--yet such that I, and many others, fully\nbelieved twenty-four hours ago that they would have resigned. In fact,\nsome of the Cabinet,--Grant among the rest, to my certain knowledge,\nwere for resigning. At last Saturday has arrived. The Ministry is as\nstrong as ever. I am as good friends with the Ministers as ever. The\nEast India Bill is carried through our House. The West India Bill is so", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfar modified that, I believe, it will be carried. The Irish Church Bill\nhas got through the Committee in the Lords; and we are all beginning to\nlook forward to a Prorogation in about three weeks.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo-day I went to Hayden's to be painted into his great picture of the\nReform Banquet. Ellis was with me, and declares that Hayden has touched\nme off to a nicety. I am sick of pictures of my own face. I have seen\nwithin the last few days one drawing of it, one engraving, and three\npaintings. They all make me a very handsome fellow. Hayden pronounces my\nprofile a gem of art, perfectly antique; and, what is worth the praise\nof ten Haydens, I was told yesterday that Mrs. Littleton, the handsomest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwoman in London, had paid me exactly the same compliment. She pronounced\nMr. Macaulay's profile to be a study for an artist. I have bought a new\nlooking-glass and razor-case on the strength of these compliments, and\nam meditating on the expediency of having my hair cut in the Burlington\nArcade, rather than in Lamb's Conduit Street. As Richard says,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Since I am crept in favour with myself,\n I will maintain it with some little cost.\"\n\nI begin, like Sir Walter Elliot, [The Baronet in \"Persuasion.\"] to\nrate all my acquaintance according to their beauty. But what nonsense I\nwrite, and in times that make many merry men look grave!\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: July 29, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I dined last night at Holland House. There was a\nvery pleasant party. My Lady was courteous, and my Lord extravagantly\nentertaining, telling some capital stories about old Bishop Horsley,\nwhich were set off with some of the drollest mimicry that I ever saw.\nAmong many others there were Sir James Graham; and Dr. Holland, who is\na good scholar as well as a good physician; and Wilkie, who is a modest,\npleasing companion as well as an excellent artist. For ladies, we had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nher Grace of--; and her daughter Lady--, a fine, buxom, sonsy lass, with\nmore colour than, I am sorry to say, is often seen among fine ladies. So\nour dinner and our soiree were very agreeable.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe narrowly escaped a scene at one time. Lord is in the navy, and is\nnow on duty in the fleet at the Tagus. We got into a conversation about\nPortuguese politics. His name was mentioned, and Graham, who is First\nLord of the Admiralty, complimented the Duchess on her son's merit, to\nwhich, he said, every despatch bore witness. The Duchess forthwith began\nto entreat that he might be recalled. He was very ill, she said. If he\nstayed longer on that station she was sure that he would die; and then", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshe began to cry. I cannot bear to see women cry, and the matter\nbecame serious, for her pretty daughter began to bear her company. That\nhardhearted Lord ---- seemed to be diverted by the scene. He, by all\naccounts, has been doing little else than making women cry during the\nlast five-and-twenty years. However, we all were as still as death while\nthe wiping of eyes and the blowing of noses proceeded. At last Lord\nHolland contrived to restore our spirits; but, before the Duchess went", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\naway, she managed to have a tete-a-tete with Graham, and, I have no\ndoubt, begged and blubbered to some purpose. I could not help thinking\nhow many honest stout-hearted fellows are left to die on the most\nunhealthy stations for want of being related to some Duchess who has\nbeen handsome, or to some Duchess's daughter who still is so.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Duchess said one thing that amused us. We were talking about Lady\nMorgan. \"When she first came to London,\" said Lord Holland, \"I remember\nthat she carried a little Irish harp about with her wherever she\nwent.\" Others denied this. I mentioned what she says in her Book of the\nBoudoir. There she relates how she went one evening to Lady--'s with her\nlittle Irish harp, and how strange everybody thought it. \"I see nothing\nvery strange,\" said her Grace, \"in her taking her harp to Lady--'s. If", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nshe brought it safe away with her, that would have been strange indeed.\"\nOn this, as a friend of yours says, we la-a-a-a-a-a-a-ft.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am glad to find that you approve of my conduct about the <DW65>s. I\nexpect, and indeed wish, to be abused by the Agency Society. My father\nis quite satisfied, and so are the best part of my Leeds friends.\n\nI amuse myself, as I walk back from the House at two in the morning,\nwith translating Virgil. I am at work on one of the most beautiful\nepisodes, and am succeeding pretty well. You shall have what I have\ndone when I come to Liverpool, which will be, I hope, in three weeks or\nthereanent.\n\nEver yours", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Political affairs look cheeringly. The Lords passed the\nIrish Church Bill yesterday, and mean, we understand, to give us little\nor no trouble about the India Bill. There is still a hitch in the\nCommons about the West India Bill, particularly about the twenty\nmillions for compensation to the planters; but we expect to carry our\npoint by a great majority. By the end of next week we shall be very near\nthe termination of our labours. Heavy labours they have been.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo Wilberforce is gone! We talk of burying him in Westminster Abbey; and\nmany eminent men, both Whigs and Tories, are desirous to join in paying\nhim this honour. There is, however, a story about a promise given to old\nStephen that they should both lie in the same grave. Wilberforce kept\nhis faculties, and, except when he was actually in fits, his spirits, to\nthe very last. He was cheerful and full of anecdote only last Saturday.\nHe owned that he enjoyed life much, and that he had a great desire to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlive longer. Strange in a man who had, I should have said, so little to\nattach him to this world, and so firm a belief in another; in a man with\nan impaired fortune, a weak spine, and a worn-out stomach! What is\nthis fascination which makes us cling to existence in spite of present\nsufferings and of religious hopes? Yesterday evening I called at the\nhouse in Cadogan Place, where the body is lying. I was truly fond of\nhim; that is, \"je l'aimais comme l'on aime.\" And how is that? How very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlittle one human being generally cares for another! How very little the\nworld misses anybody! How soon the chasm left by the best and wisest\nmen closes! I thought, as I walked back from Cadogan Place, that our\nown selfishness when others are taken away ought to teach us how little\nothers will suffer at losing us. I thought that, if I were to die\nto-morrow, not one of the fine people, whom I dine with every week, will\ntake a cotelette aux petits pois the less on Saturday at the table to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich I was invited to meet them, or will smile less gaily at the ladies\nover the champagne. And I am quite even with them. What are those pretty\nlines of Shelley?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere are not ten people in the world whose deaths would spoil my\ndinner; but there are one or two whose deaths would break my heart. The\nmore I see of the world, and the more numerous my acquaintance becomes,\nthe narrower and more exclusive my affection grows, and the more I cling\nto my sisters, and to one or two old tried friends of my quiet days. But\nwhy should I go on preaching to you out of Ecclesiastes? And here comes,\nfortunately, to break the train of my melancholy reflections, the proof", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I agree with your judgment on Chesterfield's Letters.\nThey are for the most part trash; though they contain some clever\npassages, and the style is not bad. Their celebrity must be attributed\nto causes quite distinct from their literary merit, and particularly to\nthe position which the author held in society. We see in our own time\nthat the books written by public men of note are generally rated at\nmore than their real value: Lord Granville's little compositions, for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexample; Canning's verses; Fox's history; Brougham's treatises. The\nwritings of people of high fashion, also, have a value set on them far\nhigher than that which intrinsically belongs to them. The verses of the\nlate Duchess of Devonshire, or an occasional prologue by Lord Alvanley,\nattract a most undue share of attention. If the present Duke of\nDevonshire, who is the very \"glass of fashion and mould of form,\"\nwere to publish a book with two good pages, it would be extolled as a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmasterpiece in half the drawing-rooms of London. Now Chesterfield was,\nwhat no person in our time has been or can be, a great political leader,\nand at the same time the acknowledged chief of the fashionable world; at\nthe head of the House of Lords, and at the head of laze; Mr. Canning\nand the Duke of Devonshire in one. In our time the division of labour\nis carried so far that such a man could not exist. Politics require the\nwhole of energy, bodily and mental, during half the year; and leave", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvery little time for the bow window at White's in the day, or for the\ncrush-room of the Opera at night. A century ago the case was different.\nChesterfield was at once the most distinguished orator in the Upper\nHouse, and the undisputed sovereign of wit and fashion. He held this\neminence for about forty years. At last it became the regular custom\nof the higher circles to laugh whenever he opened his mouth, without\nwaiting for his bon mot. He used to sit at White's with a circle of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyoung men of rank round him, applauding every syllable that he uttered.\nIf you wish for a proof of the kind of position which Chesterfield\nheld among his contemporaries, look at the prospectus of Johnson's\nDictionary. Look even at Johnson's angry letter. It contains the\nstrongest admission of the boundless influence which Chesterfield\nexercised over society. When the letters of such a man were published,\nof course they were received more favourably by far than they deserved.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo much for criticism. As to politics, everything seems tending to\nrepose; and I should think that by this day fortnight we shall probably\nbe prorogued. The Jew Bill was thrown out yesterday night by the Lords.\nNo matter. Our turn will come one of these days.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf you want to see me puffed and abused by somebody who evidently knows\nnothing about me, look at the New Monthly for this month. Bulwer, I see,\nhas given up editing it. I suppose he is making money in some other way;\nfor his dress must cost as much as that of any five other members of\nParliament.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo-morrow Wilberforce is to be buried. His sons acceded, with great\neagerness, to the application made to them by a considerable number of\nthe members of both Houses that the funeral should be public. We meet\nto-morrow at twelve at the House of Commons, and we shall attend the\ncoffin into the Abbey. The Duke of Wellington, Lord Eldon, and Sir\nR. Peel have put down their names, as well as the Ministers and the\nAbolitionists.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy father urges me to pay some tribute to Wilberforce in the House of\nCommons. If any debate should take place on the third reading of the\nWest India Bill in which I might take part, I should certainly embrace\nthe opportunity of doing honour to his memory. But I do not expect that\nsuch an occasion will arise. The House seems inclined to pass the Bill\nwithout more contest; and my father must be aware that anything like\ntheatrical display,--anything like a set funeral oration not springing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been clearing off a great mass of business, which had accumulated\nat our office while we were conducting our Bill through Parliament.\nToday I had the satisfaction of seeing the green boxes, which a week\nago were piled up with papers three or four feet high, perfectly empty.\nAdmire my superhuman industry. This I will say for myself, that, when\nI do sit down to work, I work harder and faster than any person that I\never knew.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe next letter, in terms too clear to require comment, introduces\nthe mention of what proved to be the most important circumstance in\nMacaulay's life.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: August 17, 1833.\n\nMy dear Sister,--I am about to write to you on a subject which to you\nand Margaret will be one of the most agitating interest; and which, on\nthat account chiefly, is so to me.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBy the new India bill it is provided that one of the members of the\nSupreme Council, which is to govern our Eastern Empire, is to be chosen\nfrom among persons who are not servants of the Company. It is probable,\nindeed nearly certain, that the situation will be offered to me.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe advantages are very great. It is a post of the highest dignity and\nconsideration. The salary is ten thousand pounds a year. I am assured by\npersons who know Calcutta intimately, and who have themselves mixed in\nthe highest circles and held the highest offices at that Presidency,\nthat I may live in splendour there for five thousand a year, and may\nsave the rest of the salary with the accruing interest. I may therefore\nhope to return to England at only thirty-nine, in the full vigour of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am not fond of money, or anxious about it. But, though every day makes\nme less and less eager for wealth, every day shows me more and more\nstrongly how necessary a competence is to a man who desires to be either\ngreat or useful. At present the plain fact is that I can continue to be\na public man only while I can continue in office. If I left my place in\nthe Government, I must leave my seat in Parliament too. For I must live;\nI can live only by my pen; and it is absolutely impossible for any man", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto write enough to procure him a decent subsistence, and at the same\ntime to take an active part in politics. I have not during this Session\nbeen able to send a single line to the Edinburgh Review; and, if I had\nbeen out of office, I should have been able to do very little. Edward\nBulwer has just given up the New Monthly Magazine on the ground that he\ncannot conduct it, and attend to his Parliamentary duties. Cobbett has\nbeen compelled to neglect his Register so much that its sale has fallen", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalmost to nothing. Now, in order to live like a gentleman, it would be\nnecessary for me to write, not as I have done hitherto, but regularly,\nand even daily. I have never made more than two hundred a year by my\npen. I could not support myself in comfort on less than five hundred;\nand I shall in all probability have many others to support. The\nprospects of our family are, if possible, darker than ever.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the meantime my political outlook is very gloomy. A schism in the\nMinistry is approaching. It requires only that common knowledge of\npublic affairs, which any reader of the newspapers may possess, to see\nthis; and I have more, much more, than common knowledge on the subject.\nThey cannot hold together. I tell you in perfect seriousness that my\nchance of keeping my present situation for six months is so small, that\nI would willingly sell it for fifty pounds down. If I remain in office,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall, I fear, lose my political character. If I go out, and engage in\nopposition, I shall break most of the private ties which I have formed\nduring the last three years. In England I see nothing before me, for\nsome time to come, but poverty, unpopularity, and the breaking up of old\nconnections.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf there were no way out of these difficulties, I would encounter them\nwith courage. A man can always act honourably and uprightly; and, if\nI were in the Fleet Prison or the rules of the King's Bench, I believe\nthat I could find in my own mind resources which would preserve me from\nbeing positively unhappy. But, if I could escape from these impending\ndisasters, I should wish to do so. By accepting the post which is\nlikely to be offered to me, I withdraw myself for a short time from the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncontests of faction here. When I return, I shall find things settled,\nparties formed into new combinations, and new questions under\ndiscussion. I shall then be able, without the scandal of a violent\nseparation, and without exposing myself to the charge of inconsistency,\nto take my own line. In the meantime I shall save my family from\ndistress; and shall return with a competence honestly earned, as rich as\nif I were Duke of Northumberland or Marquess of Westminster, and able", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto act on all public questions without even a temptation to deviate\nfrom the strict line of duty. While in India, I shall have to discharge\nduties not painfully laborious, and of the highest and most honourable\nkind. I shall have whatever that country affords of comfort or\nsplendour; nor will my absence be so long that my friends, or the public\nhere, will be likely to lose sight of me.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe only persons who know what I have written to you are Lord Grey,\nthe Grants, Stewart Mackenzie, and George Babington. Charles Grant\nand Stewart Mackenzie, who know better than most men the state of the\npolitical world, think that I should act unwisely in refusing this post;\nand this though they assure me,--and, I really believe, sincerely,--that\nthey shall feel the loss of my society very acutely. But what shall I\nfeel? And with what emotions, loving as I do my country and my family,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncan I look forward to such a separation, enjoined, as I think it is,\nby prudence and by duty? Whether the period of my exile shall be one\nof comfort,--and, after the first shock, even of happiness,--depends on\nyou. If, as I expect, this offer shall be made to me, will you go with\nme? I know what a sacrifice I ask of you. I know how many dear and\nprecious ties you must, for a time, sunder. I know that the splendour\nof the Indian Court, and the gaieties of that brilliant society of which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nyou would be one of the leading personages, have no temptation for you.\nI can bribe you only by telling you that, if you will go with me, I will\nlove you better than I love you now, if I can.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have asked George Babington about your health and mine. He says that\nhe has very little apprehension for me, and none at all for you. Indeed,\nhe seemed to think that the climate would be quite as likely to do you\ngood as harm.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAll this is most strictly secret. You may, of course, show the letter\nto Margaret; and Margaret may tell Edward; for I never cabal against\nthe lawful authority of husbands. But further the thing must not go. It\nwould hurt my father, and very justly, to hear of it from anybody before\nhe hears of it from myself; and, if the least hint of it were to get\nabroad, I should be placed in a very awkward position with regard to the\npeople at Leeds. It is possible, though not probable, that difficulties", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmay arise at the India House; and I do not mean to say anything to any\nperson, who is not already in the secret, till the Directors have made\ntheir choice, and till the King's pleasure has been taken.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd now think calmly over what I have written. I would not have written\non the subject even to you, till the matter was quite settled, if I had\nnot thought that you ought to have full time to make up your mind. If\nyou feel an insurmountable aversion to India, I will do all in my power\nto make your residence in England comfortable during my absence, and\nto enable you to confer instead of receiving benefits. But if my dear\nsister would consent to give me, at this great crisis of my life, that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nproof, that painful and arduous proof, of her affection, which I beg\nof her, I think that she will not repent of it. She shall not, if the\nunbounded confidence and attachment of one to whom she is dearer than\nlife can compensate her for a few years' absence from much that she\nloves.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Margaret! She will feel this. Consult her, my love, and let us both\nhave the advantage of such advice as her excellent understanding, and\nher warm affection for us, may furnish. On Monday next, at the latest, I\nexpect to be with you. Our Scotch tour, under these circumstances, must\nbe short. By Christmas it will be fit that the new Councillor should\nleave England. His functions in India commence next April. We shall\nleave our dear Margaret, I hope, a happy mother.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis letter, written under the influence of deep and varied emotions,\nwas read with feelings of painful agitation and surprise. India was not\nthen the familiar name that it has become to a generation which regards\na visit to Cashmere as a trip to be undertaken between two London\nseasons, and which discusses over its breakfast table at home the\ndecisions arrived at on the previous afternoon in the Council-room of\nSimla or Calcutta. In those rural parsonages and middle-class households", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhere service in our Eastern territories now presents itself in the\nlight of a probable and desirable destiny for a promising son, those\nsame territories were forty years ago regarded as an obscure and distant\nregion of disease and death. A girl who had seen no country more foreign\nthan Wales, and crossed no water broader and more tempestuous than the\nMersey, looked forward to a voyage which (as she subsequently learned\nby melancholy experience), might extend over six weary months, with an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nanxiety that can hardly be imagined by us who spend only half as many\nweeks on the journey between Dover and Bombay. A separation from\nbeloved relations under such conditions was a separation indeed; and, if\nMacaulay and his sister could have foreseen how much of what they left\nat their departure they would fail to find on their return, it is a\nquestion whether any earthly consideration could have induced them to\nquit their native shore. But Hannah's sense of duty was too strong for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthese doubts and tremors; and, happily, (for on the whole her resolution\nwas a fortunate one,) she resolved to accompany her brother in an\nexpatriation which he never would have faced without her. With a mind\nset at ease by a knowledge of her intention, he came down to Liverpool\nas soon as the Session was at an end; and carried her off on a jaunt to\nEdinburgh, in a post-chaise furnished with Horace Walpole's letters for\ntheir common reading, and Smollett's collected works for his own.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBefore October he was back at the Board of Control; and his letters\nrecommenced, as frequent and rather more serious and business-like than\nof old.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--Life goes on so quietly here, or rather stands so still,\nthat I have nothing, or next to nothing, to say. At the Athenaeum I now\nand then fall in with some person passing through town on his way to the\nContinent or to Brighton. The other day I met Sharp, and had a long talk\nwith him about everything and everybody,--metaphysics, poetry, politics,\nscenery, and painting. One thing I have observed in Sharp, which is\nquite peculiar to him among town-wits and diners-out. He never talks", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nscandal. If he can say nothing good of a man, he holds his tongue. I do\nnot, of course, mean that in confidential communication about politics\nhe does not speak freely of public men; but about the foibles of private\nindividuals I do not believe that, much as I have talked with him,\nI ever heard him utter one word. I passed three or four hours very\nagreeably in his company at the club.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have also seen Kenny for an hour or two. I do not know that I ever\nmentioned Kenny to you. When London is overflowing, I meet such numbers\nof people that I cannot remember half their names. This is the time\nat which every acquaintance, however slight, attracts some degree of\nattention. In the desert island, even poor Poll was something of a\ncompanion to Robinson Crusoe. Kenny is a writer of a class which, in our\ntime, is at the very bottom of the literary scale. He is a dramatist.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMost of the farces, and three-act plays, which have succeeded during\nthe last eight or ten years, are, I am told, from his pen. Heaven knows\nthat, if they are the farces and plays which I have seen, they do him\nbut little honour. However, this man is one of our great comic writers.\nHe has the merit, such as it is, of hitting the very bad taste of our\nmodern audiences better than any other person who has stooped to that\ndegrading work. We had a good deal of literary chat; and I thought him a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy father is poorly; not that anything very serious is the matter with\nhim; but he has a cold, and is in low spirits.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: October 14, 1833", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--I have just finished my article on Horace Walpole. This is\none of the happy moments of my life; a stupid task performed; a weight\ntaken off my mind. I should be quite joyous if I had only you to read it\nto. But to Napier it must go forthwith; and, as soon as I have finished\nthis letter, I shall put it into the general post with my own fair\nhands. I was up at four this morning to put the last touch to it. I\noften differ with the majority about other people's writings, and still", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noftener about my own; and therefore I may very likely be mistaken; but\nI think that this article will be a hit. We shall see. Nothing ever cost\nme more pains than the first half; I never wrote anything so flowingly\nas the latter half; and I like the latter half the best. I have laid it\non Walpole so unsparingly that I shall not be surprised if Miss Berry\nshould cut me. You know she was Walpole's favourite in her youth.\nNeither am I sure that Lord and Lady Holland will be well pleased. But", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthey ought to be obliged to me; for I refrained for their sake from\nlaying a hand, which has been thought to be not a light one, on that old\nrogue the first Lord Holland. [Lord Holland, once upon a time, speaking\nto Macaulay of his grandfather, said: \"He had that temper which kind\nfolks have been pleased to say belongs to my family; but he shared the\nfault that belonged to that school of statesmen, an utter disbelief in\npublic virtue.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCharles Grant is still at Paris; ill, he says. I never knew a man who\nwanted setting to rights so often. He goes as badly as your watch.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy father is at me again to provide for P--. What on earth have I to\ndo with P--? The relationship is one which none but Scotchmen would\nrecognise. The lad is such a fool that he would utterly disgrace my\nrecommendation. And, as if to make the thing more provoking, his sisters\nsay that he must be provided for in England, for that they cannot think\nof parting with him. This, to be sure, matters little; for there is\nat present just as little chance of getting anything in India as in\nEngland.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut what strange folly this is which meets me in every quarter; people\nwanting posts in the army, the navy, the public offices, and saying\nthat, if they cannot find such posts, they must starve! How do all the\nrest of mankind live? If I had not happened to be engaged in politics,\nand if my father had not been connected, by very extraordinary\ncircumstances, with public men, I should never have dreamed of having\nplaces. Why cannot P-- be apprenticed to some hatter or tailor? He may", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndo well in such a business; he will do detestably ill as a clerk in my\noffice. He may come to make good coats; he will never, I am sure, write\ngood despatches. There is nothing truer than Poor Richard's say: \"We\nare taxed twice as heavily by our pride as by the state.\" The curse of\nEngland is the obstinate determination of the middle classes to make\ntheir sons what they call gentlemen. So we are overrun by clergymen\nwithout livings; lawyers without briefs; physicians without patients;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nauthors without readers; clerks soliciting employment, who might\nhave thriven, and been above the world, as bakers, watchmakers, or\ninnkeepers. The next time my father speaks to me about P--, I will offer\nto subscribe twenty guineas towards making a pastry-cook of him. He had\na sweet tooth when he was a child.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSo you are reading Burnet! Did you begin from the beginning? What do\nyou think of the old fellow? He was always a great favourite of mine;\nhonest, though careless; a strong party man on the right side, yet with\nmuch kind feeling towards his opponents, and even towards his personal\nenemies. He is to me a most entertaining writer; far superior to\nClarendon in the art of amusing, though of course far Clarendon's\ninferior in discernment, and in dignity and correctness of style. Do you", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nknow, by the bye, Clarendon's life of himself? I like it, the part after\nthe Restoration at least, better than his great History.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am very quiet; rise at seven or half-past; read Spanish till ten;\nbreakfast; walk to my office; stay there till four; take a long walk,\ndine towards seven; and am in bed before eleven. I am going through Don\nQuixote again, and admire it more than ever. It is certainly the best\nnovel in the world, beyond all comparison.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: October 21, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--Grant is here at last, and we have had a very long talk\nabout matters both public and private. The Government would support\nmy appointment; but he expects violent opposition from the Company. He\nmentioned my name to the Chairs, and they were furious. They know that\nI have been against them through the whole course of the negotiations\nwhich resulted in the India Bill. They put their opposition on the\nground of my youth,--a very flattering objection to a man who this week", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe question now is whether their opposition will be supported by the\nother Directors. If it should be so, I have advised Grant most strongly\nto withdraw my name, to put up some other man, and then to fight the\nbattle to the utmost. We shall be suspected of jobbing if we proceed to\nextremities on behalf of one of ourselves; but we can do what we\nlike, if it is in favour of some person whom we cannot be suspected of\nsupporting from interested motives. From the extreme unreasonableness", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand pertinacity which are discernible in every communication that we\nreceive from the India House at present, I am inclined to think that\nI have no chance of being chosen by them, without a dispute in which I\nshould not wish the Government to engage for such a purpose. Lord Grey\nsays that I have a right to their support if I ask for it; but that,\nfor the sake of his administration generally, he is very adverse to my\ngoing. I do not think that I shall go. However, a few days will decide\nthe matter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have heard from Napier. He praises my article on Walpole in terms\nabsolutely extravagant. He says that it is the best that I ever\nwrote; and, entre nous, I am not very far from agreeing with him. I\nam impatient to have your opinion. No flattery pleases me so much as\ndomestic flattery. You will have the Number within the week.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M\n\nTo Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\nLondon: October 21, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--I am glad to learn that you like my article. I like it\nmyself; which is not much my habit. Very likely the public, which has\noften been kinder to my performances than I was, may on this, as on\nother occasions, differ from me in opinion. If the paper has any merit,\nit owes it to the delay of which you must, I am sure, have complained\nvery bitterly in your heart. I was so thoroughly dissatisfied with the\narticle, as it stood at first, that I completely re-wrote it; altered", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe whole arrangement; left out ten or twelve pages in one part; and\nadded twice as many in another. I never wrote anything so slowly as the\nfirst half, or so rapidly as the last half.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou are in an error about Akenside, which I must clear up for his\ncredit, and for mine. You are confounding the Ode to Curio and the\nEpistle to Curio. The latter is generally printed at the end of\nAkenside's works, and is, I think, the best thing that he ever wrote.\nThe Ode is worthless. It is merely an abridgment of the Epistle executed\nin the most unskilful way. Johnson says, in his Life of Akenside, that\nno poet ever so much mistook his powers as Akenside when he took to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlyric composition. \"Having,\" I think the words are, \"written with great\nforce and poignancy his Epistle to Curio, he afterwards transformed it\ninto an Ode only disgraceful to its author.\" [\"Akenside was one of\nthe fiercest and the most uncompromising of the young patriots out of\nParliament. When he found that the change of administration had produced\nno change of system, he gave vent to his indignation in the 'Epistle to\nCurio,' the best poem that he ever wrote; a poem, indeed, which seems to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nindicate that, if he had left lyrical composition to Cray and Collins,\nand had employed his powers in grave and elevated satire, he might have\ndisputed the pre-eminence of Dryden.\" This passage occurs in Macaulay's\nEssay on Horace Walpole. In the course of the same Essay, Macaulay\nremarks that \"Lord Chesterfield stands much lower in the estimation\nof posterity than he would have done if his letters had never been\npublished.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen I said that Chesterfield had lost by the publication of his\nletters, I of course considered that he had much to lose; that he\nhas left an immense reputation, founded on the testimony of all his\ncontemporaries of all parties, for wit, taste, and eloquence; that what\nremains of his Parliamentary oratory is superior to anything of that\ntime that has come down to us, except a little of Pitt's. The utmost\nthat can be said of the letters is that they are the letters of a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncleverish man; and there are not many which are entitled even to that\npraise. I think he would have stood higher if we had been left to judge\nof his powers,--as we judge of those of Chatham, Mansfield, Charles\nTownshend, and many others,--only by tradition, and by fragments of\nspeeches preserved in Parliamentary reports.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI said nothing about Lord Byron's criticism on Walpole, because I\nthought it, like most of his Lordship's criticism, below refutation. On\nthe drama Lord Byron wrote more nonsense than on any subject. He wanted\nto have restored the unities. His practice proved as unsuccessful as his\ntheory was absurd. His admiration of the \"Mysterious Mother\" was of\na piece with his thinking Gifford, and Rogers, greater poets than\nWordsworth, and Coleridge.\n\nEver yours truly\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nLondon: October 28, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--I wish to have Malkin as head of the Commission at Canton,\nand Grant seems now to be strongly bent on the same plan. [Sir Benjamin\nMalkin, a college friend of Macaulay, was afterwards a judge in\nthe Supreme Court at Calcutta.] Malkin is a man of singular temper,\njudgment, and firmness of nerve. Danger and responsibility, instead of\nagitating and confusing him, always bring out whatever there is in him.\nThis was the reason of his great success at Cambridge. He made a figure", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthere far beyond his learning or his talents, though both his learning\nand his talents are highly respectable. But the moment that he sate down\nto be examined, which is just the situation in which all other people,\nfrom natural flurry, do worse than at other times, he began to do his\nvery best. His intellect became clearer, and his manner more quiet, than\nusual. He is the very man to make up his mind in three minutes if the\nViceroy of Canton were in a rage, the mob bellowing round the doors of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA propos of places, my father has been at me again about P--. Would you\nthink it? This lad has a hundred and twenty pounds a year for life! I\ncould not believe my ears; but so it is; and I, who have not a penny,\nwith half a dozen brothers and sisters as poor as myself, am to move\nheaven and earth to push this boy who, as he is the silliest, is also, I\nthink, the richest relation that I have in the world.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am to dine on Thursday with the Fishmongers' Company, the first\ncompany for gourmandise in the world. Their magnificent Hall near London\nBridge is not yet built, but, as respects eating and drinking, I shall\nbe no loser; for we are to be entertained at the Albion Tavern. This is\nthe first dinner-party that I shall have been to for a long time. There\nis nobody in town that I know except official men, and they have left\ntheir wives and households in the country. I met Poodle Byng, it is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntrue, the day before yesterday in the street; and he begged me to make\nhaste to Brooks's; for Lord Essex was there, he said, whipping up for a\ndinner-party; cursing and swearing at all his friends for being out\nof town; and wishing--what an honour!--that Macaulay was in London. I\npreserved all the dignity of a young lady in an affaire du coeur. \"I\nshall not run after my Lord, I assure you. If he wants me, he knows\nwhere he may hear of me.\" This nibble is the nearest approach to a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--I have not much to add to what I told you yesterday; but\neverything that I have to add looks one way. We have a new Chairman and\nDeputy Chairman, both very strongly in my favour. Sharp, by whom I sate\nyesterday at the Fishmongers' dinner, told me that my old enemy James\nMill had spoken to him on the subject. Mill is, as you have heard, at\nthe head of one of the principal departments of the India House. The\nlate Chairman consulted him about me; hoping, I suppose, to have his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsupport against me. Mill said, very handsomely, that he would advise\nthe Company to take me; for, as public men went, I was much above the\naverage, and, if they rejected me, he thought it very unlikely that they\nwould get anybody so fit. This is all the news that I have to give you.\nIt is not much. But I wish to keep you as fully informed of what is\ngoing on as I am myself.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOld Sharp told me that I was acting quite wisely, but that he should\nnever see me again; and he cried as he said it. [Mr. Sharp died in 1837,\nbefore Macaulay's return from India.] I encouraged him; and told him\nthat I hoped to be in England again before the end of 1839, and that\nthere was nothing impossible in our meeting again. He cheered up after\na time; told me that he should correspond with me, and give me all the\nsecret history both of politics and of society; and promised to select", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Fishmongers' dinner was very good, but not so profusely splendid as\nI had expected. There has been a change, I find, and not before it was\nwanted. They had got at one time to dining at ten guineas a head. They\ndrank my health, and I harangued them with immense applause. I talked\nall the evening to Sharp. I told him what a dear sister I had, and how\nreadily she had agreed to go with me. I had told Grant the same in\nthe morning. Both of them extolled my good fortune in having such a\ncompanion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Hannah,--Things stand as they stood; except that the report of my\nappointment is every day spreading more widely; and that I am beset by\nadvertising dealers begging leave to make up a hundred cotton shirts for\nme, and fifty muslin gowns for you, and by clerks out of place begging\nto be my secretaries. I am not in very high spirits to-day, as I have\njust received a letter from poor Ellis, to whom I had not communicated\nmy intentions till yesterday. He writes so affectionately and so", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nplaintively that he quite cuts me to the heart. There are few indeed\nfrom whom I shall part with so much pain; and he, poor fellow, says\nthat, next to his wife, I am the person for whom he feels the\nmost thorough attachment, and in whom he places the most unlimited\nconfidence.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 11th of this month there is to be a dinner given to Lushington\nby the electors of the Tower Hamlets. He has persecuted me with\nimportunities to attend, and make a speech for him; and my father has\njoined in the request. It is enough, in these times, Heaven knows, for\na man who represents, as I do, a town of a hundred and twenty thousand\npeople to keep his own constituents in good humour; and the Spitalfields\nweavers, and Whitechapel butchers, are nothing to me. But, ever since", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI succeeded in what everybody allows to have been the most hazardous\nattempt of the kind ever made,--I mean in persuading an audience of\nmanufacturers, all Whigs or Radicals, that the immediate alteration\nof the corn-laws was impossible,--I have been considered as a capital\nphysician for desperate cases in politics. However,--to return from that\ndelightful theme, my own praises,--Lushington, who is not very popular\nwith the rabble of the Tower Hamlets, thinks that an oration from me", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwould give him a lift. I could not refuse him directly, backed as he was\nby my father. I only said that I would attend if I were in London on the\n11th; but I added that, situated as I was, I thought it very probable\nthat I should be out of town.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall go to-night to Miss Berry's soiree. I do not know whether I\ntold you that she resented my article on Horace Walpole so much that\nSir Stratford Canning advised me not to go near her. She was Walpole's\ngreatest favourite. His Reminiscences are addressed to her in terms of\nthe most gallant eulogy. When he was dying at past eighty, he asked her\nto marry him, merely that he might make her a Countess and leave her\nhis fortune. You know that in Vivian Grey she is called Miss Otranto. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalways expected that my article would put her into a passion, and I was\nnot mistaken; but she has come round again, and sent me a most pressing\nand kind invitation the other day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been racketing lately, having dined twice with Rogers, and once\nwith Grant. Lady Holland is in a most extraordinary state. She came\nto Rogers's, with Allen, in so bad a humour that we were all forced\nto rally, and make common cause against her. There was not a person at\ntable to whom she was not rude; and none of us were inclined to submit.\nRogers sneered; Sydney made merciless sport of her. Tom Moore looked\nexcessively impertinent; Bobus put her down with simple straightforward", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrudeness; and I treated her with what I meant to be the coldest\ncivility. Allen flew into a rage with us all, and especially with\nSydney, whose guffaws, as the Scotch say, were indeed tremendous. When\nshe and all the rest were gone, Rogers made Tom Moore and me sit down\nwith him for half an hour, and we coshered over the events of the\nevening. Rogers said that he thought Allen's firing up in defence of his\npatroness the best thing that he had seen in him. No sooner had Tom and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI got into the street than he broke forth: \"That such an old stager as\nRogers should talk such nonsense, and give Allen credit for attachment\nto anything but his dinner! Allen was bursting with envy to see us so\nfree, while he was conscious of his own slavery.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHer Ladyship has been the better for this discipline. She has\noverwhelmed me ever since with attentions and invitations. I have at\nlast found out the cause of her ill-humour, or at least of that portion\nof it of which I was the object. She is in a rage at my article on\nWalpole, but at what part of it I cannot tell. I know that she is very\nintimate with the Waldegraves, to whom the manuscripts belong, and for\nwhose benefit the letters were published. But my review was surely not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncalculated to injure the sale of the book. Lord Holland told me, in an\naside, that he quite agreed with me, but that we had better not discuss\nthe subject.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA note; and, by my life, from my Lady Holland: \"Dear Mr. Macaulay, pray\nwrap yourself very warm, and come to us on Wednesday.\" No, my good\nLady. I am engaged on Wednesday to dine at the Albion Tavern with the\nDirectors of the East India Company; now my servants; next week, I hope,\nto be my masters.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: November 22, 1833.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--The decision is postponed for a week; but there is no\nchance of an unfavourable result. The Chairs have collected the\nopinions of their brethren; and the result is, that, of the twenty-four\nDirectors, only six or seven at the most will vote against me.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI dined with the Directors on Wednesday at the Albion Tavern. We had a\ncompany of about sixty persons, and many eminent military men amongst\nthem. The very courteous manner in which several of the Directors begged\nto be introduced to me, and drank my health at dinner, led me to think\nthat the Chairs have not overstated the feeling of the Court. One of\nthem, an old Indian and a great friend of our uncle the General, told\nme in plain words that he was glad to hear that I was to be in their", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nservice. Another, whom I do not even know by sight, pressed the Chairman\nto propose my health. The Chairman with great judgment refused. It\nwould have been very awkward to have had to make a speech to them in the\npresent circumstances.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOf course, my love, all your expenses, from the day of my appointment,\nare my affair. My present plan, formed after conversation with\nexperienced East Indians, is not to burden myself with an extravagant\noutfit. I shall take only what will be necessary for the voyage. Plate,\nwine, coaches, furniture, glass, china, can be bought in Calcutta as\nwell as in London. I shall not have money enough to fit myself out\nhandsomely with such things here; and to fit myself out shabbily would", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe folly. I reckon that we can bring our whole expense for the passage\nwithin the twelve hundred pounds allowed by the Company. My calculation\nis that our cabins and board will cost L250 apiece. The passage of our\nservants L50 apiece. That makes up L600. My clothes and etceteras, as\nMrs. Meeke observes, I will, I am quite sure, come within L200. [Mrs.\nMeeke was his favourite among bad novel-writers, See page 96.] Yours\nwill, of course, be more. I will send you L300 to lay out as you like;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot meaning to confine you to it, by any means; but you would probably\nprefer having a sum down to sending in your milliner's bills to me.\nI reckon my servant's outfit at L50; your maid's at as much more. The\nwhole will be L1200.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOne word about your maid. You really must choose with great caution.\nHitherto the Company has required that all ladies, who take maidservants\nwith them from this country to India, should give security to send\nthem back within two years. The reason was, that no class of people\nmisconducted themselves so much in the East as female servants from\nthis country. They generally treat the natives with gross insolence; an\ninsolence natural enough to people accustomed to stand in a subordinate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrelation to others when, for the first time, they find a great\npopulation placed in a servile relation towards them. Then, too, the\nstate of society is such that they are very likely to become mistresses\nof the wealthy Europeans, and to flaunt about in magnificent palanquins,\nbringing discredit on their country by the immorality of their lives\nand the vulgarity of their manners. On these grounds the Company has\nhitherto insisted upon their being sent back at the expense of those who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntake them out. The late Act will enable your servant to stay in India,\nif she chooses to stay. I hope, therefore, that you will be careful\nin your selection. You see how much depends upon it. The happiness and\nconcord of our native household, which will probably consist of sixty or\nseventy people, may be destroyed by her, if she should be ill-tempered\nand arrogant. If she should be weak and vain, she will probably form\nconnections that will ruin her morals and her reputation. I am no", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npreacher, as you very well know; but I have a strong sense of the\nresponsibility under which we shall both lie with respect to a poor\ngirl, brought by us into the midst of temptations of which she cannot\nbe aware, and which have turned many heads that might have been steady\nenough in a quiet nursery or kitchen in England.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo find a man and wife, both of whom would suit us, would be very\ndifficult; and I think it right, also, to offer to my clerk to keep him\nin my service. He is honest, intelligent, and respectful; and, as he is\nrather inclined to consumption, the change of climate would probably be\nuseful to him. I cannot bear the thought of throwing any person who has\nbeen about me for five years, and with whom I have no fault to find, out\nof bread, while it is in my power to retain his services.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLondon: December 5, 1833\n\nDear Lord Lansdowne,--I delayed returning an answer to your kind letter\ntill this day, in order that I might be able to send you definite\nintelligence. Yesterday evening the Directors appointed me to a seat in\nthe Council of India. The votes were nineteen for me, and three against\nme.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI feel that the sacrifice which I am about to make is great. But the\nmotives which urge me to make it are quite irresistible. Every day that\nI live I become less and less desirous of great wealth. But every day\nmakes me more sensible of the importance of a competence. Without a\ncompetence it is not very easy for a public man to be honest; it is\nalmost impossible for him to be thought so. I am so situated that I can\nsubsist only in two ways: by being in office, and by my pen. Hitherto,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nliterature has been merely my relaxation,--the amusement of perhaps a\nmonth in the year. I have never considered it as the means of support. I\nhave chosen my own topics, taken my own time, and dictated my own terms.\nThe thought of becoming a bookseller's hack; of writing to relieve, not\nthe fulness of the mind, but the emptiness of the pocket; of spurring a\njaded fancy to reluctant exertion; of filling sheets with trash merely\nthat the sheets may be filled; of bearing from publishers and editors", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhat Dryden bore from Tonson, and what, to my own knowledge, Mackintosh\nbore from Lardner, is horrible to me. Yet thus it must be, if I should\nquit office. Yet to hold office merely for the sake of emolument would\nbe more horrible still. The situation, in which I have been placed for\nsome time back, would have broken the spirit of many men. It has rather\ntended to make me the most mutinous and unmanageable of the followers of\nthe Government. I tendered my resignation twice during the course of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlast Session. I certainly should not have done so if I had been a man\nof fortune. You, whom malevolence itself could never accuse of coveting\noffice for the sake of pecuniary gain, and whom your salary very poorly\ncompensates for the sacrifice of ease, and of your tastes, to the public\nservice, cannot estimate rightly the feelings of a man who knows that\nhis circumstances lay him open to the suspicion of being actuated in his\npublic conduct by the lowest motives. Once or twice, when I have been", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndefending unpopular measures in the House of Commons, that thought has\ndisordered my ideas, and deprived me of my presence of mind.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf this were all, I should feel that, for the sake of my own happiness\nand of my public utility, a few years would be well spent in obtaining\nan independence. But this is not all. I am not alone in the world. A\nfamily which I love most fondly is dependent on me. Unless I would see\nmy father left in his old age to the charity of less near relations;\nmy youngest brother unable to obtain a good professional education; my\nsisters, who are more to me than any sisters ever were to a brother,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nforced to turn governesses or humble companions,--I must do something,\nI must make some effort. An opportunity has offered itself. It is in\nmy power to make the last days of my father comfortable, to educate my\nbrother, to provide for my sisters, to procure a competence for myself.\nI may hope, by the time I am thirty-nine or forty, to return to England\nwith a fortune of thirty thousand pounds. To me that would be affluence.\nI never wished for more.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs far as English politics are concerned, I lose, it is true, a few\nyears. But, if your kindness had not introduced me very early to\nParliament,--if I had been left to climb up the regular path of my\nprofession, and to rise by my own efforts,--I should have had very\nlittle chance of being in the House of Commons at forty. If I have\ngained any distinction in the eyes of my countrymen,--if I have acquired\nany knowledge of Parliamentary and official business, and any habitude", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThen, too, the years of my absence, though lost, as far as English\npolitics are concerned, will not, I hope, be wholly lost, as respects\neither my own mind or the happiness of my fellow-creatures. I can\nscarcely conceive a nobler field than that which our Indian Empire now\npresents to a statesman. While some of my partial friends are blaming\nme for stooping to accept a share in the government of that Empire, I\nam afraid that I am aspiring too high for my qualifications. I sometimes", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfeel, I most unaffectedly declare, depressed and appalled by the immense\nresponsibility which I have undertaken. You are one of the very few\npublic men of our time who have bestowed on Indian affairs the attention\nwhich they deserve; and you will therefore, I am sure, fully enter into\nmy feelings.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd now, dear Lord Lansdowne, let me thank you most warmly for the kind\nfeeling which has dictated your letter. That letter is, indeed, but a\nvery small part of what I ought to thank you for. That at an early age\nI have gained some credit in public life; that I have done some little\nservice to more than one good cause; that I now have it in my power\nto repair the ruined fortunes of my family, and to save those who are\ndearest to me from the misery and humiliation of dependence; that I am", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalmost certain, if I live, of obtaining a competence by honourable\nmeans before I am past the full vigour of manhood,--this I owe to your\nkindness. I will say no more. I will only entreat you to believe that\nneither now, nor on any former occasion, have I ever said one thousandth\npart of what I feel.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf it will not be inconvenient to you, I propose to go to Bowood on\nWednesday next. Labouchere will be my fellow-traveller. On Saturday we\nmust both return to town. Short as my visit must be, I look forward to\nit with great pleasure.\n\nBelieve me, ever,\n\nYours most faithfully and affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: December 5, 1833", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am overwhelmed with business, clearing off my work\nhere, and preparing for my new functions. Plans of ships, and letters\nfrom captains, pour in without intermission. I really am mobbed with\ngentlemen begging to have the honour of taking me to India at my own\ntime. The fact is that a Member of Council is a great catch, not merely\non account of the high price which he directly pays for accommodation,\nbut because other people are attracted by him. Every father of a young", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwriter, or a young cadet, likes to have his son on board the same vessel\nwith the great man, to dine at the same table, and to have a chance of\nattracting his notice. Everything in India is given by the Governor\nin Council; and, though I have no direct voice in the disposal of\npatronage, my indirect influence may be great.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGrant's kindness through all these negotiations has been such as I\nreally cannot describe. He told me yesterday, with tears in his eyes,\nthat he did not know what the Board would do without me. I attribute his\nfeeling partly to Robert Grant's absence; not that Robert ever did me\nill offices with him far from it; but Grant's is a mind that cannot\nstand alone. It is begging your pardon for my want of gallantry, a\nfeminine mind. It turns, like ivy, to some support. When Robert is near", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhim, he clings to Robert. Robert being away, he clings to me. This may\nbe a weakness in a public man; but I love him the better for it.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have lately met Sir James Graham at dinner. He took me aside, and\ntalked to me on my appointment with a warmth of kindness which, though\nwe have been always on good terms, surprised me. But the approach of\na long separation, like the approach of death, brings out all friendly\nfeelings with unusual strength. The Cabinet, he said, felt the loss\nstrongly. It was great at the India Board, but in the House of Commons,\n(he used the word over and over,) \"irreparable.\" They all, however, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsaid, agreed that a man of honour could not make politics a profession\nunless he had a competence of his own, without exposing himself to\nprivation of the severest kind. They felt that they had never had it\nin their power to do all they wished to do for me. They had no means of\ngiving me a provision in England; and they could not refuse me what\nI asked in India. He said very strongly that they all thought that\nI judged quite wisely; and added that, if God heard his prayers, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nspared my health, I should make a far greater figure in public life than\nif I had remained during the next five or six years in England.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI picked up in a print-shop the other day some superb views of the\nsuburbs of Chowringhee, and the villas of the Garden Reach. Selina\nprofesses that she is ready to die with envy of the fine houses and\nverandahs. I heartily wish we were back again in a nice plain brick\nhouse, three windows in front, in Cadogan Place or Russell Square, with\ntwelve or fifteen hundred a year, and a spare bedroom,--(we, like Mrs.\nNorris, [A leading personage in Miss Austen's \"Mansfield Park.\"] must", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\nLondon: December 5, 1833\n\nDear Napier,--You are probably not unprepared for what I am about to\ntell you. Yesterday evening the Directors of the East India Company\nelected me one of the members of the Supreme Council. It will,\ntherefore, be necessary that in a few weeks,--ten weeks, at furthest,--I\nshould leave this country for a few years.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt would be mere affectation in me to pretend not to know that my\nsupport is of some importance to the Edinburgh Review. In the situation\nin which I shall now be placed, a connection with the Review will be of\nsome importance to me. I know well how dangerous it is for a public man\nwholly to withdraw himself from the public eye. During an absence of six\nyears, I run some risk of losing most of the distinction, literary and\npolitical, which I have acquired. As a means of keeping myself in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrecollection of my countrymen during my sojourn abroad the Review will\nbe invaluable to me; nor do I foresee that there will be the slightest\ndifficulty in my continuing to write for you at least as much as ever.\nI have thought over my late articles, and I really can scarcely call\nto mind a single sentence in any one of them which might not have been\nwritten at Calcutta as easily as in London. Perhaps in India I might not\nhave the means of detecting two or three of the false dates in Croker's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBoswell. But that would have been all. Very little, if any, of the\neffect of my most popular articles is produced either by minute research\ninto rare books, or by allusions to mere topics of the day.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI think therefore that we might easily establish a commerce mutually\nbeneficial. I shall wish to be supplied with all the good books\nwhich come out in this part of the world. Indeed, many books which\nin themselves are of little value, and which, if I were in England, I\nshould not think it worth while to read, will be interesting to me in\nIndia; just as the commonest daubs, and the rudest vessels, at Pompeii\nattract the minute attention of people who would not move their eyes", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhat I propose, then, is that you should pay me for the articles which I\nmay send you from India, not in money, but in books. As to the amount\nI make no stipulations. You know that I have never haggled about such\nmatters. As to the choice of books, the mode of transmission, and other\nmatters, we shall have ample time to discuss them before my departure.\nLet me know whether you are willing to make an arrangement on this\nbasis.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have not forgotten Chatham in the midst of my avocations. I hope to\nsend you an article on him early next week.\n\nEver yours sincerely\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nFrom the Right Hon. Francis Jeffrey to Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\n24, Moray Place Saturday evening, December", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Napier,--I am very much obliged to you for the permission\nto read this. It is to me, I will confess, a solemn and melancholy\nannouncement. I ought not, perhaps, so to consider it. But I cannot help\nit. I was not prepared for six years, and I must still hope that it will\nnot be so much. At my age, and with that climate for him, the chances of\nour ever meeting again are terribly endangered by such a term. He does\nnot know the extent of the damage which his secession may be to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreat cause of Liberal government. His anticipations and offers about\nthe Review are generous and pleasing, and must be peculiarly gratifying\nto you. I think, if you can, you should try to see him before he goes,\nand I envy you the meeting.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver very faithfully yours\n\nF. JEFFREY.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: December 21, 1833.\n\nMy dear Sister,--Yesterday I dined at Boddington's. We had a very\nagreeable party: Duncannon, Charles Grant, Sharp, Chantrey the sculptor,\nBobus Smith, and James Mill. Mill and I were extremely friendly, and\nI found him a very pleasant companion, and a man of more general\ninformation than I had imagined.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBobus was very amusing. He is a great authority on Indian matters. He\nwas during several years Advocate-General in Bengal, and made all his\nlarge fortune there. I asked him about the climate. Nothing, he said,\ncould be pleasanter, except in August and September. He never ate or\ndrank so much in his life. Indeed, his looks do credit to Bengal; for\na healthier man of his age I never saw. We talked about expenses. \"I\ncannot conceive,\" he said, \"how anybody at Calcutta can live on less", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthan L3,000 a year, or can contrive to spend more than L4,000.\" We\ntalked of the insects and snakes, and he said a thing which reminded me\nof his brother Sydney: \"Always, Sir, manage to have at your table\nsome fleshy, blooming, young writer or cadet, just come out; that the\nmusquitoes may stick to him, and leave the rest of the company alone.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been with George Babington to the Asia. We saw her to every\ndisadvantage, all litter and confusion; but she is a fine ship, and our\ncabins will be very good. The captain I like much. He is an agreeable,\nintelligent, polished man of forty; and very good-looking, considering\nwhat storms and changes of climate he has gone through. He advised me\nstrongly to put little furniture into our cabins. I told him to have\nyours made as neat as possible, without regard to expense. He has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npromised to have it furnished simply, but prettily; and when you see it,\nif any addition occurs to you, it shall be made. I shall spare nothing\nto make a pretty little boudoir for you. You cannot think how my friends\nhere praise you. You are quite Sir James Graham's heroine.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo-day I breakfasted with Sharp, whose kindness is as warm as possible.\nIndeed, all my friends seen to be in the most amiable mood. I have twice\nas many invitations as I can accept; and I have been frequently begged\nto name my own party. Empty as London is, I never was so much beset with\ninvitations. Sharp asked me about you. I told him how much I regretted\nmy never having had any opportunity of showing you the best part of\nLondon society. He said that he would take care that you should see what", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas best worth seeing before your departure. He promises to give us a\nfew breakfast-parties and dinner-parties, where you will meet as many\nas he can muster of the best set in town,--Rogers, Luttrell, Rice, Tom\nMoore, Sydney Smith, Grant, and other great wits and politicians. I am\nquite delighted at this; both because you will, I am sure, be amused,\nand pleased, at a time when you ought to have your mind occupied, and\nbecause even to have mixed a little in a circle so brilliant will be", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof advantage to you in India. You have neglected, and very rightly and\nsensibly, frivolous accomplishments; you have not been at places of\nfashionable diversion; and it is, therefore, the more desirable that\nyou should appear among the dancing, pianoforte-playing, opera-going,\ndamsels at Calcutta as one who has seen society better than any that\nthey ever approached. I hope that you will not disapprove of what I have\ndone. I accepted Sharp's offer for you eagerly.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: January 2, 1834.\n\nMy dear Sister,--I am busy with an article for Napier. [The first\narticle on Lord Chatham.] I cannot in the least tell at present whether\nI shall like it or not. I proceed with great ease; and in general I have\nfound that the success of my writings has been in proportion to the ease\nwith which they have been written.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI had a most extraordinary scene with Lady Holland. If she had been as\nyoung and handsome as she was thirty years ago, she would have turned my\nhead. She was quite hysterical about my going; paid me such compliments\nas I cannot repeat; cried; raved; called me dear, dear Macaulay. \"You\nare sacrificed to your family. I see it all. You are too good to them.\nThey are always making a tool of you; last Session about the slaves; and\nnow sending you to India!\" I always do my best to keep my temper with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLady Holland for three reasons; because she is a woman; because she is\nvery unhappy in her health, and in the circumstances of her position;\nand because she has a real kindness for me. But at last she said\nsomething about you. This was too much, and I was beginning to answer\nher in a voice trembling with anger, when she broke out again: \"I beg\nyour pardon. Pray forgive me, dear Macaulay. I was very impertinent. I\nknow you will forgive me. Nobody has such a temper as you. I have said", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso a hundred times. I said so to Allen only this morning. I am sure you\nwill bear with my weakness. I shall never see you again;\" and she cried,\nand I cooled; for it would have been to very little purpose to be angry\nwith her. I hear that it is not to me alone that she runs on in this\nway. She storms at the Ministers for letting me go. I was told that at\none dinner she became so violent that even Lord Holland, whose temper,\nwhatever his wife may say, is much cooler than mine, could not command", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhimself, and broke out: \"Don't talk such nonsense, my Lady. What, the\ndevil! Can we tell a gentleman who has a claim upon us that he must lose\nhis only chance of getting an independence in order that he may come and\ntalk to you in an evening?\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGood-bye, and take care not to become so fond of your own will as my\nLady. It is now my duty to omit no opportunity of giving you wholesome\nadvice. I am henceforward your sole guardian. I have bought Gisborne's\nDuties of Women, Moore's Fables for the Female Sex, Mrs. King's Female\nScripture Characters, and Fordyce's Sermons. With the help of these\nbooks I hope to keep my responsibility in order on our voyage, and in\nIndia.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Hannah M. Macaulay.\n\nLondon: January 4, 1834.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sister,--I am now buying books; not trashy books which will only\nbear one reading; but good books for a library. I have my eye on all the\nbookstalls; and I shall no longer suffer you, when we walk together in\nLondon, to drag me past them as you used to do. Pray make out a list of\nany which you would like to have. The provision which I design for the\nvoyage is Richardson, Voltaire's works, Gibbon, Sismondi's History of\nthe French, Davila, the Orlando in Italian, Don Quixote in Spanish,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHomer in Greek, Horace in Latin. I must also have some books of\njurisprudence, and some to initiate me in Persian and Hindostanee. Shall\nI buy \"Dunallan\" for you? I believe that in your eyes it would stand in\nthe place of all the rest together. But, seriously, let me know what you\nwould like me to procure.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEllis is making a little collection of Greek classics for me. Sharp has\ngiven me one or two very rare and pretty books, which I much wanted. All\nthe Edinburgh Reviews are being bound, so that we shall have a complete\nset, up to the forth coming number, which will contain an article of\nmine on Chatham. And this reminds me that I must give over writing to\nyou, and fall to my article. I rather think that it will be a good one.\n\nEver yours\n\nT. B. M.\n\nLondon: February 13, 1834.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--It is true that I have been severely tried by ill-health\nduring the last few weeks; but I am now rapidly recovering, and am\nassured by all my medical advisers that a week of the sea will make me\nbetter than ever I was in my life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have several subjects in my head. One is Mackintosh's History; I mean\nthe fragment of the large work. Another plan which I have is a very fine\none, if it could be well executed. I think that the time is come when a\nfair estimate may be formed of the intellectual and moral character of\nVoltaire. The extreme veneration, with which he was regarded during his\nlifetime, has passed away; the violent reaction, which followed, has\nspent itself; and the world can now, I think, bear to hear the truth,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand to see the man exhibited as he was,--a strange mixture of greatness\nand littleness, virtues and vices. I have all his works, and shall take\nthem in my cabin on the voyage. But my library is not particularly rich\nin those books which illustrate the literary history of his times. I\nhave Rousseau, and Marmontel's Memoirs, and Madame du Deffand's Letters,\nand perhaps a few other works which would be of use. But Grimm's\nCorrespondence, and several other volumes of memoirs and letters, would", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe necessary. If you would make a small collection of the works which\nwould be most useful in this point of view, and send it after me as soon\nas possible, I will do my best to draw a good Voltaire. I fear that the\narticle must be enormously long,--seventy pages perhaps;--but you know\nthat I do not run into unnecessary lengths.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhatever volumes you may send me ought to be half bound; or the white\nants will devour them before they have been three days on shore. Besides\nthe books which may be necessary for the Review, I should like to have\nany work of very striking merit which may appear during my absence. The\nparticular department of literature which interests me most is history;\nabove all, English history. Any valuable book on that subject I should\nwish to possess. Sharp, Miss Berry, and some of my other friends, will", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nperhaps, now and then, suggest a book to you. But it is principally on\nyour own judgment that I must rely to keep me well supplied.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 4th of February Macaulay bade farewell to his electors, in an\naddress which the Leeds Tories probably thought too high-flown for the\noccasion. [\"If, now that I have ceased to be your servant, and am only\nyour sincere and grateful friend, I may presume to offer you advice\nwhich must, at least, be allowed to be disinterested, I would say to\nyou: Act towards your future representatives as you have acted towards\nme. Choose them, as you chose me, without canvassing and without", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexpense. Encourage them, as you encouraged me, always to speak to you\nfearlessly and plainly. Reject, as you have hitherto rejected, the wages\nof dishonour. Defy, as you have hitherto defied, the threats of petty\ntyrants. Never forget that the worst and most degrading species of\ncorruption is the corruption which operates, not by hopes, but by fears.\nCherish those noble and virtuous principles for which we have struggled\nand triumphed together--the principles of liberty and toleration, of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njustice and order. Support, as you have steadily supported, the cause of\ngood government; and may all the blessings which are the natural\nfruits of good government descend upon you and be multiplied to you an\nhundredfold! May your manufactures flourish; may your trade be extended;\nmay your riches increase! May the works of your skill, and the signs of\nyour prosperity, meet me in the furthest regions of the East, and give\nme fresh cause to be proud of the intelligence, the industry, and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nspirit of my constituents!\"] But he had not yet done with the House of\nCommons. Parliament met on the first Tuesday in the month; and, on the\nWednesday, O'Connell, who had already contrived to make two speeches\nsince the Session began, rose for a third time to call attention to\nwords uttered during the recess by Mr. Hill, the Member for Hull. That\ngentleman, for want of something better to say to his constituents, had\ntold them that he happened to know \"that an Irish Member, who spoke", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith great violence against every part of the Coercion Bill, and voted\nagainst every clause of it, went to Ministers and said: 'Don't bate a\nsingle atom of that Bill, or it will be impossible for any man to live\nin Ireland.\"' O'Connell called upon Lord Althorp, as the representative\nof the Government, to say what truth there was in this statement. Lord\nAlthorp, taken by surprise, acted upon the impulse of the moment, which\nin his case was a feeling of reluctance to throw over poor Mr. Hill to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe bullied by O'Connell and his redoubtable tail. After explaining that\nno set and deliberate communication of the nature mentioned had been\nmade to the Ministers, his Lordship went on to say that he \"should not\nact properly if he did not declare that he had good reason to believe\nthat some Irish Members did, in private conversation, use very different\nlanguage\" from what they had employed in public.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt was chivalrously, but most unwisely, spoken. O'Connell at once gave\nthe cue by inquiring whether he himself was among the Members referred\nto, and Lord Althorp assured him that such was not the case. The\nSpeaker tried to interfere; but the matter had gone too far. One Irish\nrepresentative after another jumped up to repeat the same question with\nregard to his own case, and received the same answer. At length Sheil\nrose, and asked whether he was one of the Members to whole the Noble", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLord had alluded. Lord Althorp replied: \"Yes. The honourable and learned\ngentleman is one.\" Sheil, \"in the face of his country, and the presence\nof his God,\" asserted that the individual who had given any such\ninformation to the Noble Lord was guilty of a \"gross and scandalous\ncalumny,\" and added that he understood the Noble Lord to have made\nhimself responsible for the imputation. Then ensued one of those\nscenes in which the House of Commons appears at its very worst. All the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbusybodies, as their manner is, rushed to the front; and hour after\nhour slipped away in an unseemly, intricate, and apparently interminable\nwrangle. Sheil was duly called upon to give an assurance that the affair\nshould not be carried beyond the walls of the House. He refused to\ncomply, and was committed to the charge of the Sergeant at Arms. The\nSpeaker then turned to Lord Althorp, who promised in Parliamentary\nlanguage not to send a challenge. Upon this, as is graphically enough", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndescribed in the conventional terms of Hansard, \"Mr O'Connell made some\nobservation to the honourable Member sitting next him which was not\nheard in the body of the House. Lord Althorp immediately rose, and amid\nloud cheers, and with considerable warmth, demanded to know what the\nhonourable and learned gentleman meant by his gesticulation;\" and then,\nafter an explanation from O'Connell, his Lordship went on to use phrases\nwhich very clearly signified that, though he had no cause for sending a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchallenge, he had just as little intention of declining one; upon which\nhe likewise was made over to the Sergeant. Before, however, honourable\nMembers went to their dinners, they had the relief of learning that\ntheir refractory colleagues had submitted to the Speaker's authority,\nand had been discharged from custody.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere was only one way out of the difficulty. On the 10th of February\na Committee of Investigation was appointed, composed of Members who\nenjoyed a special reputation for discretion. Mr. Hill called his\nwitnesses. The first had nothing relevant to tell. Macaulay was the\nsecond; and he forthwith cut the matter short by declaring that,\non principle, he refused to disclose what had passed in private\nconversation; a sentiment which was actually cheered by the Committee.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOne sentence of common sense brought the absurd embroilment to a\nrational conclusion. Mr. Hill saw his mistake; begged that no further\nevidence might be taken; and, at the next sitting of the House, withdrew\nhis charge in unqualified terms of self-abasement and remorse. Lord\nAlthorp readily admitted that he had acted \"imprudently as a man, and\nstill more imprudently as a Minister,\" and stated that he considered\nhimself bound to accept Sheil's denial; but he could not manage so to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nframe his remarks as to convey to his hearers the idea that his opinion\nof that honourable gentleman had been raised by the transaction. Sheil\nacknowledged the two apologies with effusion proportioned to their\nrespective value; and so ended an affair which, at the worst, had evoked\na fresh proof of that ingrained sincerity of character for the sake\nof which his party would have followed Lord Althorp to the death. [In\nMacaulay's journal for June 4, 1851, we read: \"I went to breakfast", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwith the Bishop of Oxford, and there learned that Sheil was dead. Poor\nfellow! We talked about Sheil, and I related my adventure of February\n1834. Odd that it should have been so little known or so completely\nforgotten!\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGravesend: February 15, 1834.\n\nDear Lord Lansdowne,--I had hoped that it would have been in my power to\nshake hands with you once more before my departure; but this deplorably\nabsurd affair in the House of Commons has prevented me from calling\non you. I lost a whole day while the Committee were deciding whether\nI should, or should not, be forced to repeat all the foolish, shabby,\nthings that I had heard Sheil say at Brooks's. Everybody thought me\nright, as I certainly was.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI cannot leave England without sending a few lines to you,--and yet they\nare needless. It is unnecessary for me to say with what feelings I shall\nalways remember our connection, and with what interest I shall always\nlearn tidings of you and of your family.\n\nYours most sincerely\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI. 1834-1838.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe outward voyage--Arrival at Madras--Macaulay is summoned\n to join Lord William Bentinck in the Neilgherries--His\n journey up-country--His native servant--Arcot--Bangalore--\n Seringapatam--Ascent of the Neilgherries--First sight of the\n Governor-General--Letters to Mr. Ellis, and the Miss\n Macaulays--A summer on the Neilgherries--Native Christians--\n Clarissa--A tragi-comedy--Macaulay leaves the Neilgherries,\n travels to Calcutta, and there sets up house--Letters to Mr.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNapier, and Mrs. Cropper--Mr. Trevelyan--Marriage of Hannah\n Macaulay--Death of Mrs. Cropper--Macaulay's work in India--\n His Minutes for Council--Freedom of the Press--Literary\n gratitude--Second Minute on the Freedom of the Press--The\n Black Act--A Calcutta public meeting--Macaulay's defence of\n the policy of the Indian Government--His Minute on\n Education--He becomes President of the Committee of Public\n Instruction--His industry in discharging the functions of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat post--Specimens of his official writing--Results of his\n labours--He is appointed President of the Law Commission,\n and recommends the framing of a Criminal Code--Appearance of\n the Code--Comments of Mr. Fitzjames Stephen--Macaulay's\n private life in India--Oriental delicacies--Breakfast-\n parties--Macaulay's longing for England--Calcutta and\n Dublin--Departure from India--Letters to Mr. Ellis, Mr.\n Sharp, Mr. Napier, and Mr. Z. Macaulay.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFROM the moment that a deputation of Falmouth Whigs, headed by their\nMayor, came on board to wish Macaulay his health in India and a happy\nreturn to England, nothing occurred that broke the monotony of an\neasy and rapid voyage. \"The catching of a shark; the shooting of an\nalbatross; a sailor tumbling down the hatchway and breaking his head; a\ncadet getting drunk and swearing at the captain,\" are incidents to which\nnot even the highest literary power can impart the charm of novelty", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin the eyes of the readers of a seafaring nation. The company on the\nquarterdeck was much on a level with the average society of an East\nIndiaman. \"Hannah will give you the histories of all these good people\nat length, I dare say, for she was extremely social; danced with the\ngentlemen in the evenings, and read novels and sermons with the ladies\nin the mornings. I contented myself with being very civil whenever I was\nwith the other passengers, and took care to be with them as little as I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncould. Except at meals, I hardly exchanged a word with any human being.\nI never was left for so long a time so completely to my own resources;\nand I am glad to say that I found them quite sufficient to keep me\ncheerful and employed. During the whole voyage I read with keen and\nincreasing enjoyment. I devoured Greek, Latin, Spanish, Italian, French,\nand English; folios, quartos, octavos, and duodecimos.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 10th of June the vessel lay to off Madras; and Macaulay had his\nfirst introduction to the people for whom he was appointed to legislate\nin the person of a boatman who pulled through the surf on his raft. \"He\ncame on board with nothing on him but a pointed yellow cap, and walked\namong us with a self-possession and civility which, coupled with\nhis colour and his nakedness, nearly made me die of laughing.\" This\ngentleman was soon followed by more responsible messengers, who brought", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntidings the reverse of welcome. Lord William Bentinck, who was then\nGovernor-General, was detained by ill-health at Ootacamund in the\nNeilgherry Hills; a place which, by name at least, is now as familiar to\nEnglishmen as Malvern; but which in 1834 was known to Macaulay, by\nvague report, as situated somewhere \"in the mountains of Malabar, beyond\nMysore.\" The state of public business rendered it necessary that the\nCouncil should meet; and, as the Governor-General had left one member", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof that body in Bengal as his deputy, he was not able to make a quorum\nuntil his new colleague arrived from England. A pressing summons to\nattend his Lordship in the Hills placed Macaulay in some embarrassment\non account of his sister, who could not with safety commence her Eastern\nexperiences by a journey of four hundred miles up the country in the\nmiddle of June. Happily the second letter which he opened proved to be\nfrom Bishop Wilson, who insisted that the son and daughter of so eminent", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nan Evangelical as the Editor of the Christian Observer, themselves part\nof his old congregation in Bedford Row, should begin their Indian\nlife nowhere except under his roof. Hannah, accordingly, continued her\nvoyage, and made her appearance in Calcutta circles with the Bishop's\nPalace as a home, and Lady William Bentinck as a kind, and soon an\naffectionate, chaperon; while her brother remained on shore at Madras,\nsomewhat consoled for the separation by finding himself in a country", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhere so much was to be seen, and where, as far as the English residents\nwere concerned, he was regarded with a curiosity at least equal to his\nown.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring the first few weeks nothing came amiss to him. \"To be on land\nafter three months at sea is of itself a great change. But to be in such\na land! The dark faces, with white turbans, and flowing robes; the trees\nnot our trees; the very smell of the atmosphere that of a hothouse, and\nthe architecture as strange as the vegetation.\" Every feature in that\nmarvellous scene delighted him both in itself, and for the sake of the\ninnumerable associations and images which it conjured up in his active", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand well-stored mind. The salute of fifteen guns that greeted him, as\nhe set his foot on the beach, reminded him that he was in a region where\nhis countrymen could exist only on the condition of their being warriors\nand rulers. When on a visit of ceremony to a dispossessed Rajah or\nNabob, he pleased himself with the reflection that he was face to\nface with a prince who in old days governed a province as large as a\nfirst-class European kingdom, conceding to his Suzerain, the Mogul,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nno tribute beyond \"a little outward respect such as the great Dukes of\nBurgundy used to pay to the Kings of France; and who now enjoyed the\nsplendid and luxurious insignificance of an abdicated prince which fell\nto the lot of Charles the Fifth or Queen Christina of Sweden,\" with a\ncourt that preserved the forms of royalty, the right of keeping as many\nbadly armed and worse paid ragamuffins as he could retain under his\ntawdry standard, and the privilege of \"occasionally sending letters of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay set forth on his journey within a week from his landing,\ntravelling by night, and resting while the sun was at its hottest. He\nhas recorded his first impressions of Hindostan in a series of journal\nletters addressed to his sister Margaret. The fresh and vivid character\nof those impressions--the genuine and multiform interest excited in him\nby all that met his ear or eye--explain the secret of the charm which\nenabled him in after days to overcome the distaste for Indian literature", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nentertained by that personage who, for want of a better, goes by the\nname of the general reader. Macaulay reversed in his own case, the\nexperience of those countless writers on Indian themes who have\nsuccessively blunted their pens against the passive indifference of the\nBritish public; for his faithful but brilliant studies of the history of\nour Eastern Empire are to this day incomparably the most popular of his\nworks. [When published in a separate form the articles on Lord Clive and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWarren Hastings have sold nearly twice as well as the articles on Lord\nChatham, nearly thrice as well as the article on Addison, and nearly\nfive times as well as the article on Byron. The great Sepoy mutiny,\nwhile it something more than doubled the sale of the essay on Warren\nHastings, all but trebled the sale of the essay on Lord Clive; but,\ntaking the last twenty years together, there has been little to choose\nbetween the pair. The steadiness and permanence of the favour with which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthey are regarded may be estimated by the fact that, during the five\nyears between 1870 and 1874, as compared with the five years between\n1865 and 1869, the demand for them has been in the proportion of seven\nto three; and, as compared with the five years between 1860 and 1864, in\nthe proportion of three to one.] It may be possible, without injury to\nthe fame of the author, to present a few extracts from a correspondence,\nwhich is in some sort the raw material of productions that have already", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In the afternoon of the 17th June I left Madras. My train consisted of\nthirty-eight persons. I was in one palanquin, and my servant followed in\nanother. He is a half-caste. On the day on which we set out he told me\nhe was a Catholic; and added, crossing himself and turning up the whites\nof his eyes, that he had recommended himself to the protection of his\npatron saint, and that he was quite confident that we should perform\nour journey in safety. I thought of Ambrose Llamela, Gil Blas's devout", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvalet, who arranges a scheme for robbing his master of his portmanteau,\nand, when he comes back from meeting his accomplices, pretends that he\nhas been to the cathedral to implore a blessing on their voyage. I did\nhim, however, a great injustice; for I have found him a very honest man,\nwho knows the native languages, and who can dispute a charge, bully a\nnegligent bearer, arrange a bed, and make a curry. But he is so fond of\ngiving advice that I fear he will some day or other, as the Scotch say,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nraise my corruption, and provoke me to send him about his business. His\nname, which I never hear without laughing, is Peter Prim.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Half my journey was by daylight, and all that I saw during that time\ndisappointed me grievously. It is amazing how small a part of the\ncountry is under cultivation. Two-thirds at least, as it seemed to me,\nwas in the state of Wandsworth Common, or, to use an illustration which\nyou will understand better, of Chatmoss. The people whom we met were as\nfew as in the Highlands of Scotland. But I have been told that in India\nthe villages generally lie at a distance from the roads, and that much", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the land, which when I passed through it looked like parched moor\nthat had never been cultivated, would after the rains be covered with\nrice.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter traversing this landscape for fifteen hours he reached the town of\nArcot, which, under his handling, was to be celebrated far and wide as\nthe cradle of our greatness in the East.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I was most hospitably received by Captain Smith, who commanded the\ngarrison. After dinner the palanquins went forward with my servant, and\nthe Captain and I took a ride to see the lions of the neighbourhood.\nHe mounted me on a very quiet Arab, and I had a pleasant excursion. We\npassed through a garden which was attached to the residence of the Nabob\nof the Carnatic, who anciently held his court at Arcot. The garden has\nbeen suffered to run to waste, and is only the more beautiful for having", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbeen neglected. Garden, indeed, is hardly a proper word. In England\nit would rank as one of our noblest parks, from which it differs\nprincipally in this, that most of the fine trees are fruit trees.\nFrom this we came to a mountain pass which reminded me strongly of\nBorradaile, near Derwentwater, and through this defile we struck into\nthe road, and rejoined the bearers.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd so he went forward on his way, recalling at every step the\nreminiscence of some place, or event, or person; and, thereby, doubling\nfor himself, and perhaps for his correspondent, the pleasure which\nthe reality was capable of affording. If he put up at a collector's\nbungalow, he liked to think that his host ruled more absolutely and over\na larger population than \"a Duke of Saxe-Weimar or a Duke of Lucca;\"\nand, when he came across a military man with a turn for reading, he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npronounced him \"as Dominic Sampson said of another Indian Colonel, 'a\nman of great erudition, considering his imperfect opportunities.'\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the 19th of June he crossed the frontier of Mysore; reached Bangalore\non the morning of the 20th and rested there for three days in the house\nof the Commandant.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"On Monday, the 23rd, I took leave of Colonel Cubbon, who told me,\nwith a warmth which I was vain enough to think sincere, that he had not\npassed three such pleasant days for thirty years. I went on all night,\nsleeping soundly in my palanquin. At five I was waked, and found that a\ncarriage was waiting for me. I had told Colonel Cubbon that I very much\nwished to see Seringapatam. He had written to the British authorities at\nthe town of Mysore, and an officer had come from the Residency to show", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nme all that was to be seen. I must now digress into Indian politics;\nand let me tell you that, if you read the little that I shall say about\nthem, you will know more on the subject than half the members of the\nCabinet.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Seringapatam has always been a place of peculiar interest to me. It was\nthe scene of the greatest events of Indian history. It was the residence\nof the greatest of Indian princes. From a child, I used to hear it\ntalked of every day. Our uncle Colin was imprisoned there for four\nyears, and he was afterwards distinguished at the siege. I remember\nthat there was, in a shop-window at Clapham, a daub of the taking\nof Seringapatam, which, as a boy, I often used to stare at with the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreatest interest. I was delighted to have an opportunity of seeing\nthe place; and, though my expectations were high, they were not\ndisappointed.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The town is depopulated; but the fortress, which was one of the\nstrongest in India, remains entire. A river almost as broad as the\nThames at Chelsea breaks into two branches, and surrounds the walls,\nabove which are seen the white minarets of a mosque. We entered, and\nfound everything silent and desolate. The mosque, indeed, is still kept\nup, and deserves to be so; but the palace of Tippoo has fallen into\nutter ruin. I saw, however, with no small interest, the airholes of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndungeon in which the English prisoners were confined, and the water-gate\nleading down to the river where the body of Tippoo was found still\nwarm by the Duke of Wellington, then Colonel Wellesley. The exact spot\nthrough which the English soldiers fought their way against desperate\ndisadvantages into the fort is still perfectly discernible. But, though\nonly thirty-five years have elapsed since the fall of the city, the\npalace is in the condition of Tintern Abbey and Melrose Abbey. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncourts, which bear a great resemblance to those of the Oxford Colleges,\nare completely overrun with weeds and flowers. The Hall of Audience,\nonce considered the finest in India, still retains some very faint\ntraces of its old magnificence. It is supported on a great number of\nlight and lofty wooden pillars, resting on pedestals of black granite.\nThese pillars were formerly covered with gilding, and here and there\nthe glitter may still be perceived. In a few more years not the smallest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntrace of this superb chamber will remain. I am surprised that more care\nwas not taken by the English to preserve so splendid a memorial of\nthe greatness of him whom they had conquered. It was not like Lord\nWellesley's general mode of proceeding; and I soon saw a proof of his\ntaste and liberality. Tippoo raised a most sumptuous mausoleum to his\nfather, and attached to it a mosque which he endowed. The buildings are\ncarefully maintained at the expense of our Government. You walk up from", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe fort through a narrow path, bordered by flower beds and cypresses,\nto the front of the mausoleum, which is very beautiful, and in general\ncharacter closely resembles the most richly carved of our small Gothic\nchapels. Within are three tombs, all covered with magnificent palls\nembroidered in gold with verses from the Koran. In the centre lies\nHyder; on his right the mother of Tippoo; and Tippoo himself on the\nleft.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring his stay at Mysore, Macaulay had an interview with the deposed\nRajah; whose appearance, conversation, palace, furniture, jewels,\nsoldiers, elephants, courtiers, and idols, he depicts in a letter,\nintended for family perusal, with a minuteness that would qualify him\nfor an Anglo-Indian Richardson. By the evening of the 24th June he was\nonce more on the road; and, about noon on the following day, he began\nto ascend the Neilgherries, through scenery which, for the benefit of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nreaders who had never seen the Pyrenees or the Italian <DW72>s of\nan Alpine pass, he likened to \"the vegetation of Windsor Forest, or\nBlenheim, spread over the mountains of Cumberland.\" After reaching\nthe summit of the table-land, he passed through a wilderness where for\neighteen miles together he met nothing more human than a monkey, until\na turn of the road disclosed the pleasant surprise of an amphitheatre\nof green hills encircling a small lake, whose banks were dotted with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nred-tiled cottages surrounding a pretty Gothic church. The whole station\npresented \"very much the look of a rising English watering-place. The\nlargest house is occupied by the Governor-General. It is a spacious\nand handsome building of stone. To this I was carried, and immediately\nushered into his Lordship's presence. I found him sitting by a fire in a\ncarpeted library. He received me with the greatest kindness, frankness,\nand hospitality. He is, as far as I can yet judge, all that I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave heard; that is to say, rectitude, openness, and good-nature,\npersonified.\" Many months of close friendship and common labours did\nbut confirm Macaulay in this first view of Lord William Bentinck. His\nestimate of that singularly noble character survives in the closing\nsentence of the essay on Lord Clive; and is inscribed on the base of\nthe statue which, standing in front of the Town Hall may be seen far\nand wide over the great expanse of grass that serves as the park, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTo Thomas Flower Ellis.\n\nOotacamund: July 1, 1834.\n\nDear Ellis,--You need not get your map to see where Ootacamund is; for\nit has not found its way into the maps. It is a new discovery; a place\nto which Europeans resort for their health, or, as it is called by the\nCompany's servants--blessings on their learning,--a _sanaterion_. It\nlies at the height of 7,000 feet above the sea.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhile London is a perfect gridiron, here am I, at 13 degrees North from\nthe equator, by a blazing wood fire, with my windows closed. My bed is\nheaped with blankets, and my black servants are coughing round me in all\ndirections. One poor fellow in particular looks so miserably cold that,\nunless the sun comes out, I am likely soon to see under my own roof\nthe spectacle which, according to Shakespeare, is so interesting to the\nEnglish,--a dead Indian. [The Tempest, act ii. scene 2.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI travelled the whole four hundred miles between this and Madras on\nmen's shoulders. I had an agreeable journey on the whole. I was honoured\nby an interview with the Rajah of Mysore, who insisted on showing me\nall his wardrobe, and his picture gallery. He has six or seven \nEnglish prints, not much inferior to those which I have seen in the\nsanded parlour of a country inn; \"Going to Cover,\" \"The Death of the\nFox,\" and so forth. But the bijou of his gallery, of which he is as vain", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas the Grand Duke can be of the Venus, or Lord Carlisle of the Three\nMaries, is a head of the Duke of Wellington, which has, most certainly,\nbeen on a sign-post in England.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYet, after all, the Rajah was by no means the greatest fool whom I\nfound at Mysore. I alighted at a bungalow appertaining to the British\nResidency. There I found an Englishman who, without any preface,\naccosted me thus: \"Pray, Mr. Macaulay, do not you think that Buonaparte\nwas the Beast?\" \"No, Sir, I cannot say that I do.\" \"Sir, he was the\nBeast. I can prove it. I have found the number 666 in his name. Why,\nSir, if he was not the Beast, who was?\" This was a puzzling question,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand I am not a little vain of my answer. \"Sir,\" said I, \"the House of\nCommons is the Beast. There are 658 members of the House; and these,\nwith their chief officers,--the three clerks, the Sergeant and his\ndeputy, the Chaplain, the doorkeeper, and the librarian,--make 666.\"\n\"Well, Sir, that is strange. But I can assure you that, if you write\nNapoleon Buonaparte in Arabic, leaving out only two letters, it will\ngive 666.\" \"And pray, Sir, what right have you to leave out two letters?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd, as St. John was writing Greek, and to Greeks, is it not likely that\nhe would use the Greek rather than the Arabic notation?\" \"But, Sir,\"\nsaid this learned divine, \"everybody knows that the Greek letters were\nnever used to mark numbers.\" I answered with the meekest look and voice\npossible: \"I do not think that everybody knows that. Indeed I have\nreason to believe that a different opinion,--erroneous no doubt,--is\nuniversally embraced by all the small minority who happen to know any", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGreek.\" So ended the controversy. The man looked at me as if he thought\nme a very wicked fellow; and, I dare say, has by this time discovered\nthat, if you write my name in Tamul, leaving out T in Thomas, B\nin Babington, and M in Macaulay, it will give the number of this\nunfortunate Beast.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am very comfortable here. The Governor-General is the frankest and\nbest-natured of men. The chief functionaries, who have attended him\nhither, are clever people, but not exactly on a par as to general\nattainments with the society to which I belonged in London. I thought,\nhowever, even at Madras, that I could have formed a very agreeable\ncircle of acquaintance; and I am assured that at Calcutta I shall find\nthings far better. After all, the best rule in all parts of the world,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas in London itself, is to be independent of other men's minds. My power\nof finding amusement without companions was pretty well tried on my\nvoyage. I read insatiably; the Iliad and Odyssey, Virgil, Horace,\nCaesar's Commentaries, Bacon de Augmentis, Dante, Petrarch, Ariosto,\nTasso, Don Quixote, Gibbon's Rome, Mill's India, all the seventy volumes\nof Voltaire, Sismondi's History of France, and the seven thick folios of\nthe Biographia Britannica. I found my Greek and Latin in good condition", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nenough. I liked the Iliad a little less, and the Odyssey a great deal\nmore than formerly. Horace charmed me more than ever; Virgil not quite\nso much as he used to do. The want of human character, the poverty of\nhis supernatural machinery, struck me very strongly. Can anything be so\nbad as the living bush which bleeds and talks, or the Harpies who\nbefoul Aeneas's dinner? It is as extravagant as Ariosto, and as dull\nas Wilkie's Epigoniad. The last six books, which Virgil had not fully", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncorrected, pleased me better than the first six. I like him best on\nItalian ground. I like his localities; his national enthusiasm; his\nfrequent allusions to his country, its history, its antiquities, and\nits greatness. In this respect he often reminded me of Sir Walter Scott,\nwith whom, in the general character of his mind, he had very little\naffinity. The Georgics pleased me better; the Eclogues best,--the second\nand tenth above all. But I think the finest lines in the Latin language", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Sepibus in nostris parvam te roscida mala--\"\n\n[Eclogue viii. 37.]\n\nI cannot tell you how they struck me. I was amused to find that Voltaire\npronounces that passage to be the finest in Virgil.\n\nI liked the Jerusalem better than I used to do. I was enraptured with\nAriosto; and I still think of Dante, as I thought when I first read him,\nthat he is a superior poet to Milton, that he runs neck and neck with\nHomer, and that none but Shakespeare has gone decidedly beyond him.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs soon as I reach Calcutta I intend to read Herodotus again. By the\nbye, why do not you translate him? You would do it excellently; and\na translation of Herodotus, well executed, would rank with original\ncompositions. A quarter of an hour a day would finish the work in five\nyears. The notes might be made the most amusing in the world. I wish you\nwould think of it. At all events, I hope you will do something which may\ninterest more than seven or eight people. Your talents are too great,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand your leisure time too small, to be wasted in inquiries so frivolous,\n(I must call them,) as those in which you have of late been too much\nengaged; whether the Cherokees are of the same race with the Chickasaws;\nwhether Van Diemen's Land was peopled from New Holland, or New Holland\nfrom Van Diemen's land; what is the precise anode of appointing a\nheadman in a village in Timbuctoo. I would not give the worst page in\nClarendon or Fra Paolo for all that ever was, or ever will be, written", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have already entered on my public functions, and I hope to do some\ngood. The very wigs of the judges in the Court of King's Bench would\nstand on end if they knew how short a chapter my Law of Evidence will\nform. I am not without many advisers. A native of some fortune in Madras\nhas sent me a paper on legislation. \"Your honour must know,\" says this\njudicious person, \"that the great evil is that men swear falsely in this\ncountry. No judge knows what to believe. Surely if your honour can make", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmen to swear truly, your honour's fame will be great, and the Company\nwill flourish. Now, I know how men may be made to swear truly; and I\nwill tell your honour for your fame, and for the profit of the Company.\nLet your honour cut off the great toe of the right foot of every man\nwho swears falsely, whereby your honour's fame will be extended.\" Is not\nthis an exquisite specimen of legislative wisdom?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI must stop. When I begin to write to England, my pen runs as if it\nwould run on for ever.\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. M.\n\nTo Miss Fanny and Miss Selina Macaulay.\n\nOotacamund: August 10, 1834.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Sisters,--I sent last month a full account of my journey hither,\nand of the place, to Margaret, as the most stationary of our family;\ndesiring her to let you all see what I had written to her. I think that\nI shall continue to take the same course. It is better to write one full\nand connected narrative than a good many imperfect fragments.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMoney matters seem likely to go on capitally. My expenses, I find, will\nbe smaller than I anticipated. The Rate of Exchange, if you know what\nthat means, is very favourable indeed; and, if I live, I shall get rich\nfast. I quite enjoy the thought of appearing in the light of an old\nhunks who knows on which side his bread is buttered; a warm man; a\nfellow who will cut up well. This is not a character which the Macaulays\nhave been much in the habit of sustaining; but I can assure you that,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt Christmas I shall send home a thousand, or twelve hundred, pounds for\nmy father, and you all. I cannot tell you what a comfort it is to me\nto find that I shall be able to do this. It reconciles me to all the\npains--acute enough, sometimes, God knows,--of banishment. In a few\nyears, if I live--probably in less than five years from the time at\nwhich you will be reading this letter--we shall be again together in a\ncomfortable, though a modest, home; certain of a good fire, a good joint", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof meat, and a good glass of wine; without owing obligations to anybody;\nand perfectly indifferent, at least as far as our pecuniary interest is\nconcerned, to the changes of the political world. Rely on it, my dear\ngirls, that there is no chance of my going back with my heart cooled\ntowards you. I came hither principally to save my family, and I am not\nlikely while here to forget them.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe months of July and August Macaulay spent on the Neilgherries, in a\nclimate equable as Madeira and invigorating as Braemar; where thickets\nof rhododendron fill the glades and clothe the ridges; and where the\nair is heavy with the scent of rose-trees of a size more fitted for an\norchard than a flower-bed, and bushes of heliotrope thirty paces round.\nThe glories of the forests and of the gardens touched him in spite of\nhis profound botanical ignorance, and he dilates more than once upon his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"cottage buried in laburnums, or something very like them, and geraniums\nwhich grow in the open air.\" He had the more leisure for the natural\nbeauties of the place, as there was not much else to interest even a\ntraveller fresh from England.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I have as yet seen little of the idolatry of India; and that little,\nthough excessively absurd, is not characterised by atrocity or\nindecency. There is nothing of the sort at Ootacamund. I have not,\nduring the last six weeks, witnessed a single circumstance from which\nyou would have inferred that this was a heathen country. The bulk of the\nnatives here are a colony from the plains below, who have come up hither\nto wait on the European visitors, and who seem to trouble themselves", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvery little about caste or religion. The Todas, the aboriginal\npopulation of these hills, are a very curious race. They had a grand\nfuneral a little while ago. I should have gone if it had not been a\nCouncil day; but I found afterwards that I had lost nothing. The whole\nceremony consisted in sacrificing bullocks to the manes of the defunct.\nThe roaring of the poor victims was horrible. The people stood talking\nand laughing till a particular signal was made, and immediately all", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe ladies lifted up their voices and wept. I have not lived three and\nthirty years in this world without learning that a bullock roars when he\nis knocked down, and that a woman can cry whenever she chooses.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"By all that I can learn, the Catholics are the most respectable portion\nof the native Christians. As to Swartz's people in the Tanjore, they are\na perfect scandal to the religion which they profess. It would have been\nthought something little short of blasphemy to say this a year ago; but\nnow it is considered impious to say otherwise, for they have got into a\nviolent quarrel with the missionaries and the Bishop. The missionaries\nrefused to recognise the distinctions of caste in the administration of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Sacrament of the Lord's Supper, and the Bishop supported them in\nthe refusal. I do not pretend to judge whether this was right or wrong.\nSwartz and Bishop Heber conceived that the distinction of caste, however\nobjectionable politically, was still only a distinction of rank;\nand that, as in English churches the gentlefolks generally take the\nSacrament apart from the poor of the parish, so the high-caste natives\nmight be allowed to communicate apart from the Pariahs.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"But, whoever was first in the wrong, the Christians of Tanjore took\ncare to be most so. They called in the interposition of Government, and\nsent up such petitions and memorials as I never saw before or since;\nmade up of lies, invectives, bragging, cant, bad grammar of the most\nludicrous kind, and texts of Scripture quoted without the smallest\napplication. I remember one passage by heart, which is really only a\nfair specimen of the whole: 'These missionaries, my Lord, loving only", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfilthy lucre, bid us to eat Lord-supper with Pariahs as lives ugly,\nhandling dead men, drinking rack and toddy, sweeping the streets, mean\nfellows altogether, base persons, contrary to that which Saint Paul\nsaith: I determined to know nothing among you save Jesus Christ and Him\ncrucified.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Was there ever a more appropriate quotation? I believe that nobody on\neither side of the controversy found out a text so much to the purpose\nas one which I cited to the Council of India, when we were discussing\nthis business: 'If this be a question of words, and names, and of your\nlaw, look ye to it; for I will be no judge of such matters.' But though,\nlike Gallio, I drove them and their petitions from my judgment seat,\nI could not help saying to one of the missionaries, who is here on the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHills, that I thought it a pity to break up the Church of Tanjore on\naccount of a matter which such men as Swartz and Heber had not been\ninclined to regard as essential. 'Sir,' said the reverend gentleman,\n'the sooner the Church of Tanjore is broken up the better. You can form\nno notion of the worthlessness of the native Christians there.' I could\nnot dispute this point with him; but neither could I help thinking,\nthough I was too polite to say so, that it was hardly worth the while", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof so many good men to come fifteen thousand miles over sea and land in\norder to make proselytes, who, their very instructors being judges, were\nmore children of hell than before.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nUnfortunately Macaulay's stay on the Neilgherries coincided with the\nmonsoon. \"The rain streamed down in floods. It was very seldom that I\ncould see a hundred yards in front of me. During a month together I did\nnot get two hours' walking.\" He began to be bored, for the first and\nlast time in his life; while his companions, who had not his resources,\nwere ready to hang themselves for very dulness. The ordinary amusements\nwith which, in the more settled parts of India, our countrymen beguile", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe rainy season, were wanting in a settlement that had only lately been\nreclaimed from the desert; in the immediate vicinity of which you still\nran the chance of being \"trod into the shape of half a crown by a wild\nelephant, or eaten by the tigers, which prefer this situation to the\nplains below for the same reason that takes so many Europeans to India;\nthey encounter an uncongenial climate for the sake of what they can\nget.\" There were no books in the place except those that Macaulay had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbrought with him, among which, most luckily, was Clarissa Harlowe. Aided\nby the rain outside, he soon talked his favourite romance into general\nfavour. The reader will consent to put up with one or two slight\ninaccuracies in order to have the story told by Thackeray.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I spoke to him once about Clarissa. 'Not read Clarissa!' he cried out.\n'If you have once read Clarissa, and are infected by it, you can't leave\nit. When I was in India I passed one hot season in the Hills; and there\nwere the Governor-General, and the Secretary of Government, and the\nCommander-in-Chief, and their wives. I had Clarissa with me; and,\nas soon as they began to read, the whole station was in a passion of\nexcitement about Miss Harlowe, and her misfortunes, and her scoundrelly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLovelace. The Governor's wife seized the book; the Secretary waited for\nit; the Chief justice could not read it for tears.' He acted the whole\nscene; he paced up and down the Athenaeum library. I dare say he could\nhave spoken pages of the book; of that book, and of what countless piles\nof others!\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAn old Scotch doctor, a Jacobin and a free-thinker, who could only be\ngot to attend church by the positive orders of the Governor-General,\ncried over the last volume until he was too ill to appear at dinner.\n[Degenerate readers of our own day have actually been provided with an\nabridgment of Clarissa, itself as long as an ordinary novel. A wiser\ncourse than buying the abridgment would be to commence the original\nat the Third volume. In the same way, if anyone, after obtaining the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noutline of Lady Clementina's story from a more adventurous friend,\nwill read Sir Charles Grandison, skipping all letters from Italians,\nto Italians, and about Italians, he will find that he has got hold of\na delightful, and not unmanageable, book.] The Chief\nSecretary,--afterwards, as Sir William Macnaghten, the hero and the\nvictim of the darkest episode in our Indian history,--declared that\nreading this copy of Clarissa, under the inspiration of its owner's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nenthusiasm, was nothing less than an epoch in his life. After the lapse\nof thirty years, when Ootacamund had long enjoyed the advantage of a\nbook-club and a circulating library, the tradition of Macaulay and\nhis novel still lingered on with a tenacity most unusual in the\never-shifting society of an Indian station.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"At length Lord William gave me leave of absence. My bearers were posted\nalong the road; my palanquins were packed; and I was to start next day;\nwhen an event took place which may give you some insight into the state\nof the laws, morals, and manners among the natives.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"My new servant, a Christian, but such a Christian as the missionaries\nmake in this part of the world, had been persecuted most unmercifully\nfor his religion by the servants of some other gentlemen on the Hills.\nAt last they contrived to excite against him (whether justly or\nunjustly I am quite unable to say) the jealousy of one of Lord William's\nunder-cooks. We had accordingly a most glorious tragi-comedy; the part\nof Othello by the cook aforesaid; Desdemona by an ugly, impudent Pariah", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngirl, his wife; Iago by Colonel Casement's servant; and Michael Cassio\nby my rascal. The place of the handkerchief was supplied by a small\npiece of sugar-candy which Desdemona was detected in the act of sucking,\nand which had found its way from my canisters to her fingers. If I\nhad any part in the piece, it was, I am afraid, that of Roderigo, whom\nShakespeare describes as a 'foolish gentleman,' and who also appears to\nhave had 'money in his purse.'", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"On the evening before my departure my bungalow was besieged by a mob\nof blackguards. The Native judge came with them. After a most prodigious\nquantity of jabbering, of which I could not understand one word, I\ncalled the judge, who spoke tolerable English, into my room, and learned\nfrom him the nature of the case. I was, and still am, in doubt as to the\ntruth of the charge. I have a very poor opinion of my man's morals,\nand a very poor opinion also of the veracity of his accusers. It was,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhowever, so very inconvenient for me to be just then deprived of my\nservant that I offered to settle the business at my own expense. Under\nordinary circumstances this would have been easy enough, for the Hindoos\nof the lower castes have no delicacy on these subjects. The husband\nwould gladly have taken a few rupees, and walked away; but the\npersecutors of my servant interfered, and insisted that he should be\nbrought to trial in order that they might have the pleasure of smearing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"As the matter could not be accommodated, I begged the Judge to try the\ncase instantly; but the rabble insisted that the trial should not take\nplace for some days. I argued the matter with them very mildly, and told\nthem that I must go next day, and that, if my servant were detained,\nguilty or innocent, he must lose his situation. The gentle and reasoning\ntone of my expostulations only made them impudent. They are, in truth,\na race so accustomed to be trampled on by the strong that they always", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconsider humanity as a sign of weakness. The Judge told me that he never\nheard a gentleman speak such sweet words to the people. But I was now\nat an end of my sweet words. My blood was beginning to boil at the\nundisguised display of rancorous hatred and shameless injustice. I sate\ndown, and wrote a line to the Commandant of the station, begging him to\ngive orders that the case might be tried that very evening. The Court\nassembled, and continued all night in violent contention. At last the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njudge pronounced my servant not guilty. I did not then know, what I\nlearned some days after, that this respectable magistrate had received\ntwenty rupees on the occasion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The husband would now gladly have taken the money which he refused the\nday before; but I would not give him a farthing. The rascals who had\nraised the disturbance were furious. My servant was to set out at eleven\nin the morning, and I was to follow at two. He had scarcely left the\ndoor when I heard a noise. I looked forth, and saw that the gang had\npulled him out of his palanquin, torn off his turban, stripped him\nalmost naked, and were, as it seemed, about to pull him to pieces. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsnatched up a sword-stick, and ran into the middle of them. It was all\nI could do to force my way to him, and, for a moment, I thought my own\nperson was in danger as well as his. I supported the poor wretch in my\narms; for, like most of his countrymen, he is a chickenhearted fellow,\nand was almost fainting away. My honest barber, a fine old soldier in\nthe Company's service, ran off for assistance, and soon returned with\nsome police officers. I ordered the bearers to turn round, and proceeded", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninstantly to the house of the Commandant. I was not long detained here.\nNothing can be well imagined more expeditious than the administration of\njustice in this country, when the judge is a Colonel, and the plaintiff\na Councillor. I told my story in three words. In three minutes the\nrioters were marched off to prison, and my servant, with a sepoy to\nguard him, was fairly on his road and out of danger.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"After going down for about an hour we emerged from the clouds and\nmoisture, and the plain of Mysore lay before us--a vast ocean of foliage\non which the sun was shining gloriously. I am very little given to cant\nabout the beauties of nature, but I was moved almost to tears. I jumped\noff the palanquin, and walked in front of it down the immense declivity.\nIn two hours we descended about three thousand feet. Every turning in\nthe road showed the boundless forest below in some new point of view. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwas greatly struck with the resemblance which this prodigious jungle, as\nold as the world and planted by nature, bears to the fine works of the\ngreat English landscape gardeners. It was exactly a Wentworth Park, as\nlarge as Devonshire. After reaching the foot of the hills, we travelled\nthrough a succession of scenes which might have been part of the garden\nof Eden. Such gigantic trees I never saw. In a quarter of an hour I\npassed hundreds the smallest of which would bear a comparison with any", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof those oaks which are shown as prodigious in England. The grass, the\nweeds, and the wild flowers grew as high as my head. The sun, almost\na stranger to me, was now shining brightly; and, when late in the\nafternoon I again got out of my palanquin and looked back, I saw the\nlarge mountain ridge from which I had descended twenty miles behind me,\nstill buried in the same mass of fog and rain in which I had been living\nfor weeks.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"On Tuesday, the 16th\" (of September), \"I went on board at Madras. I\namused myself on the voyage to Calcutta with learning Portuguese, and\nmade myself almost as well acquainted with it as I care to be. I\nread the Lusiad, and am now reading it a second time. I own that I am\ndisappointed in Camoens; but I have so often found my first impressions\nwrong on such subjects that I still hope to be able to join my voice to\nthat of the great body of critics. I never read any famous foreign book,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhich did not, in the first perusal, fall short of my expectations;\nexcept Dante's poem, and Don Quixote, which were prodigiously superior\nto what I had imagined. Yet in these cases I had not pitched my\nexpectations low.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe had not much time for his Portuguese studies. The run was unusually\nfast, and the ship only spent a week in the Bay of Bengal, and\nforty-eight hours in the Hooghly. He found his sister comfortably\ninstalled in Government House, where he himself took up his quarters\nduring the next six weeks; Lady William Bentinck having been prepared\nto welcome him as her guest by her husband's letters, more than one\nof which ended with the words \"e un miracolo.\" Towards the middle of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNovember, Macaulay began housekeeping for himself; living, as he always\nloved to live, rather more generously than the strict necessities of his\nposition demanded. His residence, then the best in Calcutta, has long\nsince been converted into the Bengal Club.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--First to business. At length I send you the article on\nMackintosh; an article which has the merit of length, whatever it may be\ndeficient in. As I wished to transmit it to England in duplicate, if not\nin triplicate, I thought it best to have two or three copies coarsely\nprinted here under the seal of strict secresy. The printers at Edinburgh\nwill, therefore, have no trouble in deciphering my manuscript, and the\ncorrector of the press will find his work done to his hands.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe disgraceful imbecility, and the still more disgraceful malevolence,\nof the editor have, as you will see, moved my indignation not a little.\nI hope that Longman's connection with the Review will not prevent you\nfrom inserting what I have said on this subject. Murray's copy writers\nare unsparingly abused by Southey and Lockhart in the Quarterly; and it\nwould be hard indeed if we might not in the Edinburgh strike hard at an\nassailant of Mackintosh.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall now begin another article. The subject I have not yet fixed\nupon; perhaps the romantic poetry of Italy, for which there is an\nexcellent opportunity; Panizzi's reprint of Boiardo; perhaps the little\nvolume of Burnet's Characters edited by Bishop Jebb. This reminds me\nthat I have to acknowledge the receipt of a box from Longman, containing\nthis little book; and other books of much greater value, Grimm's\nCorrespondence, Jacquemont's Letters, and several foreign works on", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\njurisprudence. All that you have yet sent have been excellently chosen.\nI will mention, while I am on this subject, a few books which I want,\nand which I am not likely to pick up here--Daru's Histoire de Venise;\nSt. Real's Conjuration de Venise; Fra Paolo's works; Monstrelet's\nChronicle; and Coxe's book on the Pelhams. I should also like to have a\nreally good edition of Lucian.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy sister desires me to send you her kind regards. She remembers her\nvisit to Edinburgh, and your hospitality, with the greatest pleasure.\nCalcutta is called, and not without some reason, the city of palaces;\nbut I have seen nothing in the East like the view from the Castle Rock,\nnor expect to see anything like it till we stand there together again.\n\nKindest regards to Lord Jeffrey.\n\nYours most truly\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nTo Mrs. Cropper.\n\nCalcutta: December 7, 1834.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDearest Margaret,--I rather suppose that some late letters from Nancy\nmay have prepared you to learn what I am now about to communicate. She\nis going to be married, and with my fullest and warmest approbation. I\ncan truly say that, if I had to search India for a husband for her,\nI could have found no man to whom I could with equal confidence have\nentrusted her happiness. Trevelyan is about eight and twenty. He was\neducated at the Charter-house, and then went to Haileybury, and came out", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhither. In this country he has distinguished himself beyond any man\nof his standing by his great talent for business; by his liberal\nand enlarged views of policy; and by literary merit, which, for his\nopportunities, is considerable. He was at first placed at Delhi under\n----, a very powerful and a very popular man, but extremely corrupt.\nThis man tried to initiate Trevelyan in his own infamous practices.\nBut the young fellow's spirit was too noble for such things. When only", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntwenty-one years of age he publicly accused ----, then almost at the\nhead of the service, of receiving bribes from the natives. A perfect\nstorm was raised against the accuser. He was almost everywhere abused,\nand very generally cut. But with a firmness and ability scarcely ever\nseen in any man so young, he brought his proofs forward, and, after an\ninquiry of some weeks, fully made out his case. ---- was dismissed in\ndisgrace, and is now living obscurely in England. The Government here", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand the Directors at home applauded Trevelyan in the highest terms; and\nfrom that tithe he has been considered as a man likely to rise to the\nvery top of the service. Lord William told him to ask for anything that\nhe wished for. Trevelyan begged that something might be done for his\nelder brother, who is in the Company's army. Lord William told him\nthat he had richly earned that or anything else, and gave Lieutenant\nTrevelyan a very good diplomatic employment. Indeed Lord William, a man", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwho makes no favourites, has always given to Trevelyan the strongest\nmarks, not of a blind partiality, but of a thoroughly well-grounded and\ndiscriminating esteem.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNot long ago Trevelyan was appointed by him to the Under Secretaryship\nfor foreign affairs, an office of a very important and confidential\nnature. While holding the place he was commissioned to report to\nGovernment on the operation of the Internal Transit duties of India.\nAbout a year ago his Report was completed. I shall send to England a\ncopy or two of it by the first safe conveyance; for nothing that I\ncan say of his abilities, or of his public spirit, will be half so", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsatisfactory. I have no hesitation in affirming that it is a perfect\nmasterpiece in its kind. Accustomed as I have been to public affairs, I\nnever read an abler State paper; and I do not believe that there is, I\nwill not say in India, but in England, another man of twenty-seven who\ncould have written it. Trevelyan is a most stormy reformer. Lord William\nsaid to me, before anyone had observed Trevelyan's attentions to Nancy:\n\"That man is almost always on the right side in every question; and it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nis well that he is so, for he gives a most confounded deal of trouble\nwhen he happens to take the wrong one.\" [Macaulay used to apply to his\nfuture brother-in-law the remark which Julius Caesar made with regard\nto his young friend Brutus: \"Magni refert hic quid velit; sed quidquid\nvolet, valde volet.\"] He is quite at the head of that active party among\nthe younger servants of the Company who take the side of improvement. In\nparticular, he is the soul of every scheme for diffusing education among", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe natives of this country. His reading has been very confined; but to\nthe little that he has read he has brought a mind as active and restless\nas Lord Brougham's, and much more judicious and honest.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to his person, he always looks like a gentleman, particularly on\nhorseback. He is very active and athletic, and is renowned as a great\nmaster in the most exciting and perilous of field sports, the spearing\nof wild boars. His face has a most characteristic expression of ardour\nand impetuosity, which makes his countenance very interesting to me.\nBirth is a thing that I care nothing about; but his family is one of the\noldest and best in England.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDuring the important years of his life, from twenty to twenty-five,\nor thereabouts, Trevelyan was in a remote province of India, where his\nwhole time was divided between public business and field sports, and\nwhere he seldom saw a European gentleman and never a European lady. He\nhas no small talk. His mind is full of schemes of moral and political\nimprovement, and his zeal boils over in his talk. His topics, even\nin courtship, are steam navigation, the education of the natives, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI saw the feeling growing from the first; for, though I generally pay\nnot the smallest attention to those matters, I had far too deep an\ninterest in Nancy's happiness not to watch her behaviour to everybody\nwho saw much of her. I knew it, I believe, before she knew it herself;\nand I could most easily have prevented it by merely treating Trevelyan\nwith a little coldness, for he is a man whom the smallest rebuff would\ncompletely discourage. But you will believe, my dearest Margaret, that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nno thought of such base selfishness ever passed through my mind. I\nwould as soon have locked my dear Nancy up in a nunnery as have put the\nsmallest obstacle in the way of her having a good husband. I therefore\ngave every facility and encouragement to both of them. What I have\nmyself felt it is unnecessary to say. My parting from you almost broke\nmy heart. But when I parted from you I had Nancy; I had all my other\nrelations; I had my friends; I had my country. Now I have nothing except", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe resources of my own mind, and the consciousness of having acted not\nungenerously. But I do not repine. Whatever I suffer I have brought on\nmyself. I have neglected the plainest lessons of reason and experience.\nI have staked my happiness without calculating the chances of the dice.\nI have hewn out broken cisterns; I have leant on a reed; I have built on\nthe sand; and I have fared accordingly. I must bear my punishment as\nI can; and, above all, I must take care that the punishment does not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNothing can be kinder than Nancy's conduct has been. She proposes that\nwe should form one family; and Trevelyan, (though, like most lovers, he\nwould, I imagine, prefer having his goddess to himself,) consented with\nstrong expressions of pleasure. The arrangement is not so strange as\nit might seem at home. The thing is often done here; and those quarrels\nbetween servants, which would inevitably mar any such plan in England,\nare not to be apprehended in an Indian establishment. One advantage", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthere will be in our living together of a most incontestable sort; we\nshall both be able to save more money. Trevelyan will soon be entitled\nto his furlough; but he proposes not to take it till I go home.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI shall write in a very different style from this to my father. To him I\nshall represent the marriage as what it is, in every respect except its\neffect on my own dreams of happiness--a most honourable and happy event;\nprudent in a worldly point of view; and promising all the felicity\nwhich strong mutual affection, excellent principles on both sides,\ngood temper, youth, health, and the general approbation of friends can\nafford. As for myself, it is a tragical denouement of an absurd plot.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI remember quoting some nursery rhymes, years ago, when you left me in\nLondon to join Nancy at Rothley Temple or Leamington, I forget which.\nThose foolish lines contain the history of my life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"There were two birds that sat on a stone;\n One flew away, and there was but one.\n The other flew away, and then there was none;\n And the poor stone was left all alone.\"\n\nEver, my dearest Margaret, yours\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA passage from a second letter to the same person deserves to be quoted,\nas an instance of how a good man may be unable to read aright his own\nnature, and a wise man to forecast his own future. \"I feel a growing\ntendency to cynicism and suspicion. My intellect remains; and is likely,\nI sometimes think, to absorb the whole man. I still retain, (not only\nundiminished, but strengthened by the very events which have deprived\nme of everything else,) my thirst for knowledge; my passion for holding", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconverse with the greatest minds of all ages and nations; any power of\nforgetting what surrounds me, and of living with the past, the future,\nthe distant, and the unreal. Books are becoming everything to me. If\nI had at this moment my choice of life, I would bury myself in one of\nthose immense libraries that we saw together at the universities,\nand never pass a waking hour without a book before me.\" So little was\nMacaulay aware that, during the years which were to come, his thoughts", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand cares would be less than ever for himself, and more for others,\nand that his existence would be passed amidst a bright atmosphere of\naffectionate domestic happiness, which, until his own death came, no\naccident was thenceforward destined to overcloud.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut, before his life assumed the equable and prosperous tenor in which\nit continued to the end, one more trouble was in store for him. Long\nbefore the last letters to his sister Margaret had been written, the\neyes which were to have read them had been closed for ever. The fate\nof so young a wife and mother touched deeply all who had known her, and\nsome who knew her only by name. [Moultrie made Mrs. Cropper's death\nthe subject of some verses on which her relatives set a high value. He", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"And yet methinks we are not strange: so many claims there be\n Which seem to weave a viewless band between my soul and thee.\n Sweet sister of my early friend, the kind, the singlehearted,\n Than whose remembrance none more bright still gilds the days departed!\n Beloved, with more than sister's love, by some whose love to me\n Is now almost my brightest gem in this world's treasury.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhen the melancholy news arrived in India, the young couple were\nspending their honeymoon in a lodge in the Governor-General's park\nat Barrackpore. They immediately returned to Calcutta, and, under the\nshadow of a great sorrow, began their sojourn in their brother's house,\nwho, for his part, did what he might to drown his grief in floods of\nofficial work. [\"April 8. Lichfield. Easter Sunday. After the service\nwas ended we went over the Cathedral. When I stood before the famous", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nchildren by Chantrey, I could think only of one thing; that, when last I\nwas there, in 1832, my dear sister Margaret was with me and that she was\ngreatly affected. I could not command my tears and was forced to leave\nour party, and walk about by myself.\"--Macaulay's Journal for the year\n1849.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe narrative of that work may well be the despair of Macaulay's\nbiographer. It would be inexcusable to slur over what in many important\nrespects was the most honourable chapter of his life; while, on the\nother hand, the task of interesting Englishmen in the details of Indian\nadministration is an undertaking which has baffled every pen except his\nown. In such a dilemma the safest course is to allow that pen to\ntell the story for itself; or rather so much of the story as, by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconcentrating the attention of the reader upon matters akin to those\nwhich are in frequent debate at home, may enable him to judge whether\nMacaulay, at the council-board and the bureau, was the equal of Macaulay\nin the senate and the library.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nExamples of his Minute-writing may with some confidence be submitted to\nthe criticism of those whose experience of public business has taught\nthem in what a Minute should differ from a Despatch, a Memorial, a\nReport, and a Decision. His method of applying general principles to the\ncircumstances of a special case, and of illustrating those principles\nwith just as much literary ornament as would place his views in a\npictorial form before the minds of those whom it was his business to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconvince, is strikingly exhibited in the series of papers by means of\nwhich he reconciled his colleagues in the Council, and his masters\nin Leadenhall Street, to the removal of the modified Censorship which\nexisted in India previously to the year 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"It is difficult,\" he writes, \"to conceive that any measures can be more\nindefensible than those which I propose to repeal. It has always been\nthe practice of politic rulers to disguise their arbitrary measures\nunder popular forms and names. The conduct of the Indian Government with\nrespect to the Press has been altogether at variance with this trite\nand obvious maxim. The newspapers have for years been allowed as ample a\nmeasure of practical liberty as that which they enjoy in England. If any", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninconveniences arise from the liberty of political discussion, to those\ninconveniences we are already subject. Yet while our policy is thus\nliberal and indulgent, we are daily reproached and taunted with the\nbondage in which we keep the Press. A strong feeling on this subject\nappears to exist throughout the European community here; and the loud\ncomplaints which have lately been uttered are likely to produce a\nconsiderable effect on the English people, who will see at a glance", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"To impose strong restraints on political discussion is an intelligible\npolicy, and may possibly--though I greatly doubt it--be in some\ncountries a wise policy. But this is not the point at issue. The\nquestion before us is not whether the Press shall be free, but whether,\nbeing free, it shall be called free. It is surely mere madness in a\nGovernment to make itself unpopular for nothing; to be indulgent, and\nyet to disguise its indulgence under such outward forms as bring on it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe reproach of tyranny. Yet this is now our policy. We are exposed\nto all the dangers--dangers, I conceive, greatly over-rated--of a free\nPress; and at the same time we contrive to incur all the opprobrium of\na censorship. It is universally allowed that the licensing system, as\nat present administered, does not keep any man who can buy a press from\npublishing the bitterest and most sarcastic reflections on any public\nmeasure, or any public functionary. Yet the very words 'license to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nprint' have a sound hateful to the ears of Englishmen in every part\nof the globe. It is unnecessary to inquire whether this feeling be\nreasonable; whether the petitioners who have so strongly pressed this\nmatter on our consideration would not have shown a better judgment if\nthey had been content with their practical liberty, and had reserved\ntheir murmurs for practical grievances. The question for us is not what\nthey ought to do, but what we ought to do; not whether it be wise in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthem to complain when they suffer no injury, but whether it be wise in\nus to incur odium unaccompanied by the smallest accession of security or\nof power.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"One argument only has been urged in defence of the present system. It\nis admitted that the Press of Bengal has long been suffered to enjoy\npractical liberty, and that nothing but an extreme emergency could\njustify the Government in curtailing that liberty. But, it is said, such\nan emergency may arise, and the Government ought to retain in its hands\nthe power of adopting, in that event, the sharp, prompt, and decisive\nmeasures which may be necessary for the preservation of the Empire. But", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwhen we consider with what vast powers, extending over all classes of\npeople, Parliament has armed the Governor-General in Council, and, in\nextreme cases, the Governor-General alone, we shall probably be inclined\nto allow little weight to this argument. No Government in the world\nis better provided with the means of meeting extraordinary dangers by\nextraordinary precautions. Five persons, who may be brought together in\nhalf an hour, whose deliberations are secret, who are not shackled by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nany of those forms which elsewhere delay legislative measures, can, in a\nsingle sitting, make a law for stopping every press in India. Possessing\nas we do the unquestionable power to interfere, whenever the safety of\nthe State array require it, with overwhelming rapidity and energy, we\nsurely ought not, in quiet times, to be constantly keeping the offensive\nform and ceremonial of despotism before the eyes of those whom,\nnevertheless, we permit to enjoy the substance of freedom.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEighteen months elapsed; during which the Calcutta Press found occasion\nto attack Macaulay with a breadth and ferocity of calumny such as few\npublic men, in any age or country, have ever endured, and none, perhaps,\nhave ever forgiven. There were many mornings when it was impossible for\nhim to allow the newspapers to lie about his sister's drawing-room.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe Editor of the Periodical which called itself, and had a right to\ncall itself, the \"Friend of India,\" undertook to shame his brethren\nby publishing a collection of their invectives; but it was very soon\nevident that no decent journal could venture to foul its pages by\nreprinting the epithets, and the anecdotes, which constituted the daily\ngreeting of the literary men of Calcutta to their fellow-craftsman of\nthe Edinburgh Review. But Macaulay's cheery and robust common sense", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncarried him safe and sound through an ordeal which has broken down\nsterner natures than his, and embittered as stainless lives. The\nallusions in his correspondence, all the more surely because they are\nbrief and rare, indicate that the torrent of obloquy to which he was\nexposed interfered neither with his temper nor with his happiness; and\nhow little he allowed it to disturb his judgment or distort his public\nspirit is proved by the tone of a State paper, addressed to the Court of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDirectors in September 1836, in which he eagerly vindicates the freedom\nof the Calcutta Press, at a time when the writers of that Press, on the\ndays when they were pleased to be decent, could find for him no milder\nappellations than those of cheat, swindler, and charlatan.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I regret that on this, or on any subject, my opinion should differ from\nthat of the Honourable Court. But I still conscientiously think that we\nacted wisely when we passed the law on the subject of the Press; and\nI am quite certain that we should act most unwisely if we were now to\nrepeal that law.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I must, in the first place, venture to express an opinion that the\nimportance of that question is greatly over-rated by persons, even the\nbest informed and the most discerning, who are not actually on the spot.\nIt is most justly observed by the Honourable Court that many of the\narguments which may be urged in favour of a free Press at home do not\napply to this country. But it is, I conceive, no less true that scarcely\nany of those arguments which have been employed in Europe to defend", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In Europe, and especially in England, the Press is an engine of\ntremendous power, both for good and for evil. The most enlightened\nmen, after long experience both of its salutary and of its pernicious\noperation, have come to the conclusion that the good on the whole\npreponderates. But that there is no inconsiderable amount of evil to be\nset off against the good has never been disputed by the warmest friend\nto freedom of discussion.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In India the Press is comparatively a very feeble engine. It does far\nless good and far less harm than in Europe. It sometimes renders\nuseful services to the public. It sometimes brings to the notice of\nthe Government evils the existence of which would otherwise have been\nunknown. It operates, to some extent, as a salutary check on public\nfunctionaries. It does something towards keeping the administration\npure. On the other hand, by misrepresenting public measures, and by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nflattering the prejudices of those who support it, it sometimes produces\na slight degree of excitement in a very small portion of the community.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"How slight that excitement is, even when it reaches its greatest\nheight, and how little the Government has to fear from it, no person\nwhose observation has been confined to European societies will readily\nbelieve. In this country the number of English residents is very small,\nand, of that small number, a great proportion are engaged in the service\nof the State, and are most deeply interested in the maintenance of\nexisting institutions. Even those English settlers who are not in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nservice of the Government have a strong interest in its stability. They\nare few; they are thinly scattered among a vast population, with whom\nthey have neither language, nor religion, nor morals, nor manners, nor\ncolour in common; they feel that any convulsion which should overthrow\nthe existing order of things would be ruinous to themselves. Particular\nacts of the Government--especially acts which are mortifying to the\npride of caste naturally felt by an Englishman in India--are often", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nangrily condemned by these persons. But every indigo-planter in Tirhoot,\nand every shopkeeper in Calcutta, is perfectly aware that the downfall\nof the Government would be attended with the destruction of his fortune,\nand with imminent hazard to his life.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Thus, among the English inhabitants of India, there are no fit subjects\nfor that species of excitement which the Press sometimes produces\nat home. There is no class among them analogous to that vast body of\nEnglish labourers and artisans whose minds are rendered irritable by\nfrequent distress and privation, and on whom, therefore, the sophistry\nand rhetoric of bad men often produce a tremendous effect. The English\npapers here might be infinitely more seditious than the most seditious", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat were ever printed in London without doing harm to anything but\ntheir own circulation. The fire goes out for want of some combustible\nmaterial on which to seize. How little reason would there be to\napprehend danger to order and property in England from the most\ninflammatory writings, if those writings were read only by Ministers of\nState, Commissioners of the Customs and Excise, Judges and Masters in\nChancery, upper clerks in Government offices, officers in the army,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbankers, landed proprietors, barristers, and master manufacturers! The\nmost timid politician would not anticipate the smallest evil from the\nmost seditious libels, if the circulation of those libels were confined\nto such a class of readers; and it is to such a class of readers that\nthe circulation of the English newspapers in India is almost entirely\nconfined.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe motive for the scurrility with which Macaulay was assailed by a\nhandful of sorry scribblers was his advocacy of the Act familiarly known\nas the Black Act, which withdrew from British subjects resident in the\nprovinces their so-called privilege of bringing civil appeals before the\nSupreme Court at Calcutta. Such appeals were thenceforward to be tried\nby the Sudder Court, which was manned by the Company's judges, \"all of\nthem English gentlemen of liberal education; as free as even the judges", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof the Supreme Court from any imputation of personal corruption,\nand selected by the Government from a body which abounds in men as\nhonourable and as intelligent as ever were employed in the service of\nany state.\" The change embodied in the Act was one of little practical\nmoment; but it excited an opposition based upon arguments and assertions\nof such a nature that the success or failure of the proposed measure\nbecame a question of high and undeniable importance.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In my opinion,\" writes Macaulay, \"the chief reason for preferring the\nSudder Court is this--that it is the court which we have provided to\nadminister justice, in the last resort, to the great body of the people.\nIf it is not fit for that purpose, it ought to be made so. If it is fit\nto administer justice to the great body of the people, why should we\nexempt a mere handful of settlers from its jurisdiction? There certainly\nis, I will not say the reality, but the semblance of partiality and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntyranny in the distinction made by the Charter Act of 1813. That\ndistinction seems to indicate a notion that the natives of India may\nwell put up with something less than justice, or that Englishmen in\nIndia have a title to something more than justice. If we give our own\ncountrymen an appeal to the King's Courts, in cases in which all others\nare forced to be contented with the Company's Courts, we do in fact cry\ndown the Company's Courts. We proclaim to the Indian people that there", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nare two sorts of justice--a coarse one, which we think good enough for\nthen, and another of superior quality, which we keep for ourselves. If\nwe take pains to show that we distrust our highest courts, how can we\nexpect that the natives of the country will place confidence in them?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The draft of the Act was published, and was, as I fully expected,\nnot unfavourably received by the British in the Mofussil. [The term\n\"Mofussil\" is used to denote the provinces of the Bengal Presidency, as\nopposed to the Capital.] Seven weeks have elapsed since the notification\ntook place. Time has been allowed for petitions from the furthest\ncorners of the territories subject to this Presidency. But I have heard\nof only one attempt in the Mofussil to get up a remonstrance; and the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMofussil newspapers which I have seen, though generally disposed to\ncavil at all the acts of the Government, have spoken favourably of this\nmeasure.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In Calcutta the case has been somewhat different; and this is a\nremarkable fact. The British inhabitants of Calcutta are the only\nBritish-born subjects in Bengal who will not be affected by the proposed\nAct; and they are the only British subjects in Bengal who have expressed\nthe smallest objection to it. The clamour, indeed, has proceeded from\na very small portion of the society of Calcutta. The objectors have not\nventured to call a public meeting, and their memorial has obtained", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nvery few signatures. But they have attempted to make up by noise and\nvirulence for what has been wanting in strength. It may at first sight\nappear strange that a law, which is not unwelcome to those who are to\nlive under it, should excite such acrimonious feelings among people who\nare wholly exempted from its operation. But the explanation is simple.\nThough nobody who resides at Calcutta will be sued in the Mofussil\ncourts, many people who reside at Calcutta have, or wish to have,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npractice in the Supreme Court. Great exertions have accordingly been\nmade, though with little success, to excite a feeling against this\nmeasure among the English inhabitants of Calcutta.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The political phraseology of the English in India is the same with the\npolitical phraseology of our countrymen at home; but it is never to be\nforgotten that the same words stand for very different things at London\nand at Calcutta. We hear much about public opinion, the love of liberty,\nthe influence of the Press. But we must remember that public opinion\nmeans the opinion of five hundred persons who have no interest, feeling,\nor taste in common with the fifty millions among whom they live; that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe love of liberty means the strong objection which the five hundred\nfeel to every measure which can prevent them from acting as they choose\ntowards the fifty millions, that the Press is altogether supported by\nthe five hundred, and has no motive to plead the cause of the fifty\nmillions.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"We know that India cannot have a free Government. But she may have\nthe next best thing--a firm and impartial despotism. The worst state in\nwhich she can possibly be placed is that in which the memorialists would\nplace her. They call on us to recognise them as a privileged order of\nfreemen in the midst of slaves. It was for the purpose of averting\nthis great evil that Parliament, at the same time at which it suffered\nEnglishmen to settle in India, armed us with those large powers which,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay had made two mistakes. He had yielded to the temptation of\nimputing motives, a habit which the Spectator newspaper has pronounced\nto be his one intellectual vice, finely adding that it is \"the vice\nof rectitude;\" and he had done worse still, for he had challenged his\nopponents to a course of agitation. They responded to the call. After\npreparing the way by a string of communications to the public journals,\nin to which their objections to the Act were set forth at enormous", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlength, and with as much point and dignity as can be obtained by\na copious use of italics and capital letters, they called a public\nmeeting, the proceedings at which were almost too ludicrous for\ndescription. \"I have seen,\" said one of the speakers, \"at a Hindoo\nfestival, a naked dishevelled figure, his face painted with grotesque\ncolours, and his long hair besmeared with dirt and ashes. His tongue was\npierced with an iron bar, and his breast was scorched by the fire from", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe burning altar which rested on his stomach. This revolting figure,\ncovered with ashes, dirt, and bleeding voluntary wounds, may the next\nmoment ascend the Sudder bench, and in a suit between a Hindoo and an\nEnglishman think it an act of sanctity to decide against law in favour\nof the professor of the true faith.\" Another gentleman, Mr. Longueville\nClarke, reminded \"the tyrant\" that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere yawns the sack, and yonder rolls the sea.\n\n\"Mr. Macaulay may treat this as an idle threat; but his knowledge of\nhistory will supply him with many examples of what has occurred when\nresistance has been provoked by milder instances of despotism than the\ndecimation of a people.\" This pretty explicit recommendation to lynch a\nMember of Council was received with rapturous applause.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt length arose a Captain Biden, who spoke as follows: \"Gentlemen, I\ncome before you in the character of a British seaman, and on that ground\nclaim your attention for a few moments. Gentlemen, there has been\nmuch talk during the evening of laws, and regulations, and rights,\nand liberties; but you all seem to have forgotten that this is the\nanniversary of the glorious Battle of Waterloo. I beg to propose, and I\ncall on the statue of Lord Cornwallis and yourselves to join me in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthree cheers for the Duke of Wellington and the Battle of Waterloo.\" The\naudience, who by this time were pretty well convinced that no grievance\nwhich could possibly result under the Black Act could equal the horrors\nof a crowd in the Town Hall of Calcutta during the latter half of June,\ngladly caught at the diversion, and made noise enough to satisfy even\nthe gallant orator. The business was brought to a hurried close, and the\nmeeting was adjourned till the following week.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut the luck of Macaulay's adversaries pursued them still. One of the\nleading speakers at the adjourned meeting, himself a barrister, gave\nanother barrister the lie, and a tumult ensued which Captain Biden\nin vain endeavoured to calm by his favourite remedy. \"The opinion at\nMadras, Bombay, and Canton,\" said he,--and in so saying he uttered the\nonly sentence of wisdom which either evening had produced,--\"is that\nthere is no public opinion at Calcutta but the lawyers. And now,--who", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhas the presumption to call it a burlesque?--let's give three cheers for\nthe Battle of Waterloo, and then I'll propose an amendment which shall\ngo into the whole question.\" The Chairman, who certainly had earned\nthe vote of thanks for \"his very extraordinary patience,\" which Captain\nBiden was appropriately selected to move, contrived to get resolutions\npassed in favour of petitioning Parliament and the Home Government\nagainst the obnoxious Act.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe next few weeks were spent by the leaders of the movement in\nsquabbling over the preliminaries of duels that never came off, and\napplying for criminal informations for libel against each other, which\ntheir beloved Supreme Court very judiciously refused to grant; but in\nthe course of time the petitions were signed, and an agent was selected,\nwho undertook to convey them to England. On the 22nd of March, 1838, a\nCommittee of inquiry into the operation of the Act was moved for in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHouse of Commons; but there was nothing in the question which tempted\nHonourable Members to lay aside their customary indifference with regard\nto Indian controversies, and the motion fell through without a division.\nThe House allowed the Government to have its own way in the matter; and\nany possible hesitation on the part of the Ministers was borne down by\nthe emphasis with which Macaulay claimed their support. \"I conceive,\" he\nwrote, \"that the Act is good in itself, and that the time for passing it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhas been well chosen. The strongest reason, however, for passing it is\nthe nature of the opposition which it has experienced. The organs of\nthat opposition repeated every day that the English were the conquerors,\nand the lords of the country, the dominant race; the electors of the\nHouse of Commons, whose power extends both over the Company at home,\nand over the Governor-General in Council here. The constituents of the\nBritish Legislature, they told us, were not to be bound by laws made by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nany inferior authority. The firmness with which the Government withstood\nthe idle outcry of two or three hundred people, about a matter with\nwhich they had nothing to do, was designated as insolent defiance of\npublic opinion. We were enemies of freedom, because we would not suffer\na small white aristocracy to domineer over millions. How utterly at\nvariance these principles are with reason, with justice, with the honour\nof the British Government, and with the dearest interests of the Indian", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npeople, it is unnecessary for me to point out. For myself, I can only\nsay that, if the Government is to be conducted on such principles, I am\nutterly disqualified, by all my feelings and opinions, from bearing any\npart in it, and cannot too soon resign my place to some person better\nfitted to hold it.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt is fortunate for India that a man with the tastes, and the training,\nof Macaulay came to her shores as one vested with authority, and that\nhe came at the moment when he did; for that moment was the very\nturning-point of her intellectual progress. All educational action had\nbeen at a stand for some time back, on account of an irreconcilable\ndifference of opinion in the Committee of Public Instruction; which was\ndivided, five against five, on either side of a controversy,--vital,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninevitable, admitting of neither postponement nor compromise, and\nconducted by both parties with a pertinacity and a warmth that was\nnothing but honourable to those concerned. Half of the members were\nfor maintaining and extending the old scheme of encouraging Oriental\nlearning by stipends paid to students in Sanscrit, Persian, and Arabic;\nand by liberal grants for the publication of works in those languages.\nThe other half were in favour of teaching the elements of knowledge", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nin the vernacular tongues, and the higher branches in English. On his\narrival, Macaulay was appointed President of the Committee; but he\ndeclined to take any active part in its proceedings until the Government\nhad finally pronounced on the question at issue. Later in January 1835\nthe advocates of the two systems, than whom ten abler men could not be\nfound in the service, laid their opinions before the Supreme Council;\nand, on the and of February, Macaulay, as a member of that Council,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"How stands the case? We have to educate a people who cannot at present\nbe educated by means of their mother-tongue. We must teach them some\nforeign language. The claims of our own language it is hardly necessary\nto recapitulate. It stands preeminent even among the languages of the\nWest. It abounds with works of imagination not inferior to the noblest\nwhich Greece has bequeathed to us; with models of every species of\neloquence; with historical compositions, which, considered merely", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas narratives, have seldom been surpassed, and which, considered as\nvehicles of ethical and political instruction, have never been equalled;\nwith just and lively representations of human life and human nature;\nwith the most profound speculations on metaphysics, morals, government,\njurisprudence, and trade; with full and correct information respecting\nevery experimental science which tends to preserve the health, to\nincrease the comfort, or to expand the intellect of man. Whoever knows", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat language has ready access to all the vast intellectual wealth which\nthe the wisest nations of the earth have created and hoarded in the\ncourse of ninety generations. It may safely be said that the literature\nnow extant in that language is of far greater value than all the\nliterature which three hundred years ago was extant in all the languages\nof the world together. Nor is this all. In India, English is the\nlanguage spoken by the ruling class. It is spoken by the higher class of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnatives at the seats of government. It is likely to become the language\nof commerce throughout the seas of the East. It is the language of two\ngreat European communities which are rising, the one in the south of\nAfrica, the other in Australasia; communities which are every year\nbecoming more important, and more closely connected with our Indian\nEmpire. Whether we look at the intrinsic value of our literature or at\nthe particular situation of this country, we shall see the strongest", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The question now before us is simply whether, when it is in our power\nto teach this language, we shall teach languages in which, by universal\nconfession, there are no books on any subject which deserve to be\ncompared to our own; whether, when we can teach European science, we\nshall teach systems which, by universal confession, whenever they differ\nfrom those of Europe, differ for the worse; and whether, when we can\npatronise sound philosophy and true history, we shall countenance, at", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe public expense, medical doctrines, which would disgrace an English\nfurrier--astronomy, which would move laughter in the girls at an English\nboarding-school--history, abounding with kings thirty feet high, and\nreigns thirty thousand years long--and geography made up of seas of\ntreacle and seas of butter.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"We are not without experience to guide us. History furnishes several\nanalogous cases, and they all teach the same lesson. There are in modern\ntimes, to go no further, two memorable instances of a great impulse\ngiven to the mind of a whole society--of prejudice overthrown--of\nknowledge diffused--of taste purified--of arts and sciences planted in\ncountries which had recently been ignorant and barbarous.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The first instance to which I refer is the great revival of letters\namong the western nations at the close of the fifteenth and the\nbeginning of the sixteenth century. At that time almost everything that\nwas worth reading was contained in the writings of the ancient\nGreeks and Romans. Had our ancestors acted as the Committee of Public\nInstruction has hitherto acted; had they neglected the language of\nCicero and Tacitus; had they confined their attention to the old", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndialects of our own island; had they printed nothing, and taught nothing\nat the universities, but chronicles in Anglo-Saxon, and romances in\nNorman French, would England have been what she now is? What the Greek\nand Latin were to the contemporaries of More and Ascham, our tongue is\nto the people of India. The literature of England is now more valuable\nthan that of classical antiquity. I doubt whether the Sanscrit\nliterature be as valuable as that of our Saxon and Norman progenitors.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Another instance may be said to be still before our eyes. Within the\nlast hundred and twenty years a nation which had previously been in\na state as barbarous as that in which our ancestors were before the\nCrusades has gradually emerged from the ignorance in which it was sunk,\nand has taken its place among civilised communities. I speak of Russia.\nThere is now in that country a large educated class, abounding with\npersons fit to serve the state in the highest functions, and in no way", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninferior to the most accomplished men who adorn the best circles of\nParis and London. There is reason to hope that this vast Empire, which\nin the time of our grandfathers was probably behind the Punjab, may, in\nthe time of our grandchildren, be pressing close on France and Britain\nin the career of improvement. And how was this change effected? Not by\nflattering national prejudices; not by feeding the mind of the young\nMuscovite with the old woman's stories which his rude fathers had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbelieved; not by filling his head with lying legends about St. Nicholas;\nnot by encouraging him to study the great question, whether the world\nwas or was not created on the 13th of September; not by calling him 'a\nlearned native,' when he has mastered all these points of knowledge; but\nby teaching him those foreign languages in which the greatest mass of\ninformation had been laid up, and thus putting all that information\nwithin his reach. The languages of western Europe civilised Russia. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis Minute, which in its original shape is long enough for an article\nin a quarterly review, and as businesslike as a Report of a Royal\nCommission, set the question at rest at once and for ever. On the 7th of\nMarch, 1835, Lord William Bentinck decided that \"the great object of the\nBritish Government ought to be the promotion of European literature and\nscience among the natives of India;\" two of the Orientalists retired\nfrom the Committee of Public Instruction; several new members, both", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nEnglish and native, were appointed; and Macaulay entered upon the\nfunctions of President with an energy and assiduity which in his case\nwas an infallible proof that his work was to his mind.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe post was no sinecure. It was an arduous task to plan, found, and\nconstruct, in all its grades, the education of such a country as\nIndia. The means at Macaulay's disposal were utterly inadequate for the\nundertaking on which he was engaged. Nothing resembling an organised\nstaff was as yet in existence. There were no Inspectors of Schools.\nThere were no training colleges for masters. There were no boards of\nexperienced managers. The machinery consisted of voluntary committees", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nacting on the spot, and corresponding directly with the superintending\nbody at Calcutta. Macaulay rose to the occasion, and threw himself\ninto the routine of administration and control with zeal sustained\nby diligence and tempered by tact. \"We were hardly prepared,\" said a\ncompetent critic, \"for the amount of conciliation which he evinces in\ndealing with irritable colleagues and subordinates, and for the strong,\nsterling, practical common sense with which he sweeps away rubbish, or", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncuts the knots of local and departmental problems.\" The mastery which a\nman exercises over himself, and the patience and forbearance displayed\nin his dealings with others, are generally in proportion to the value\nwhich he sets upon the objects of his pursuit. If we judge Macaulay by\nthis standard, it is plain that he cared a great deal more for providing\nour Eastern Empire with an educational outfit that would work and wear\nthan he ever cared for keeping his own seat in Parliament or pushing his", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nown fortunes in Downing Street. Throughout his innumerable Minutes, on\nall subjects from the broadest principle to the narrowest detail, he\nis everywhere free from crotchets and susceptibilities; and everywhere\nready to humour any person who will make himself useful, and to adopt\nany appliance which can be turned to account.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I think it highly probable that Mr. Nicholls may be to blame, because I\nhave seldom known a quarrel in which both parties were not to blame. But\nI see no evidence that he is so. Nor do I see any evidence which tends\nto prove that Mr. Nicholls leads the Local Committee by the nose. The\nLocal Committee appear to have acted with perfect propriety, and\nI cannot consent to treat them in the manner recommended by Mr.\nSutherland. If we appoint the Colonel to be a member of their body,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwe shall in effect pass a most severe censure on their proceedings. I\ndislike the suggestion of putting military men on the Committee as\na check on the civilians. Hitherto we have never, to the best of my\nbelief, been troubled by any such idle jealousies. I would appoint the\nfittest men without caring to what branch of the service they belonged,\nor whether they belonged to the service at all.\" [This, and the\nfollowing extracts, are taken from a volume of Macaulay's Minutes, \"now", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfirst collected from Records in the Department of Public instruction, by\nH. Woodrow, Esq., M.A., Inspector of Schools at Calcutta, and formerly\nFellow of Caius College, Cambridge.\" The collection was published in\nIndia.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nException had been taken to an applicant for a mastership, on the ground\nthat he had been a preacher with a strong turn for proselytising.\n\n\"Mr. ---- seems to be so little concerned about proselytising, that he\ndoes not even know how to spell the word; a circumstance which, if I did\nnot suppose it to be a slip of the pen, I should think a more serious\nobjection than the 'Reverend' which formerly stood before his name. I am\nquite content with his assurances.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn default of better, Macaulay was always for employing the tools\nwhich came to hand. A warm and consistent advocate of appointment by\ncompetitive examination, wherever a field for competition existed, he\nwas no pedantic slave to a theory. In the dearth of schoolmasters, which\nis a feature in every infant educational system, he refused to reject\na candidate who mistook \"Argos for Corinth,\" and backed the claims of\naspirants of respectable character who could \"read, write, and work a\nsum.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"By all means accept the King of Oude's present; though, to be sure,\nmore detestable maps were never seen. One would think that the revenues\nof Oude, and the treasures of Saadut Ali, might have borne the expense\nof producing something better than a map in which Sicily is joined on\nto the toe of Italy, and in which so important an eastern island as Java\ndoes not appear at all.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"As to the corrupting influence of the zenana, of which Mr. Trevelyan\nspeaks, I may regret it; but I own that I cannot help thinking that the\ndissolution of the tie between parent and child is as great a moral evil\nas can be found in any zenana. In whatever degree infant schools relax\nthat tie they do mischief. For my own part, I would rather hear a boy\nof three years old lisp all the bad words in the language than that he\nshould have no feelings of family affection--that his character should", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I do not see the reason for establishing any limit as to the age of\nscholars. The phenomena are exactly the same which have always been\nfound to exist when a new mode of education has been rising into\nfashion. No man of fifty now learns Greek with boys; but in the\nsixteenth century it was not at all unusual to see old Doctors of\nDivinity attending lectures side by side with young students.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"With respect to making our College libraries circulating libraries,\nthere is much to be said on both sides. If a proper subscription is\ndemanded from those who have access to them, and if all that is raised\nby this subscription is laid out in adding to the libraries, the\nstudents will be no losers by the plan. Our libraries, the best of them\nat least, would be better than any which would be readily accessible at\nan up-country station; and I do not know why we should grudge a young", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nofficer the pleasure of reading our copy of Boswell's Life of Johnson\nor Marmontel's Memoirs, if he is willing to pay a few rupees for the\nprivilege.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThese utterances of cultured wisdom or homely mother-wit are sometimes\nexpressed in phrases almost as amusing, though not so characteristic, as\nthose which Frederic the Great used to scrawl on the margin of reports\nand despatches for the information of his secretaries.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"We are a little too indulgent to the whims of the people in our employ.\nWe pay a large sum to send a master to a distant station. He dislikes\nthe place. The collector is uncivil; the surgeon quarrels with him;\nand he must be moved. The expenses of the journey have to be defrayed.\nAnother man is to be transferred from a place where he is comfortable\nand useful. Our masters run from station to station at our cost, as\nvapourised ladies at home run about from spa to spa. All situations have", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntheir discomforts; and there are times when we all wish that our lot had\nbeen cast in some other line of life, or in some other place.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I do not see why the mummeries of European heraldry should be\nintroduced into any part of our Indian system. Heraldry is not a\nscience which has any eternal rules. It is a system of arbitrary canons,\noriginating in pure caprice. Nothing can be more absurd and grotesque\nthan armorial bearings, considered in themselves. Certain recollections,\ncertain associations, make them interesting in many cases to an\nEnglishman; but in those recollections and associations the natives of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIndia do not participate. A lion, rampant, with a folio in his paw, with\na man standing on each side of him, with a telescope over his head,\nand with a Persian motto under his feet, must seem to them either very\nmysterious, or very absurd.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I should be sorry to say anything disrespectful of that liberal\nand generous enthusiasm for Oriental literature which appears in Mr.\nSutherland's minute; but I own that I cannot think that we ought to be\nguided in the distribution of the small sum, which the Government has\nallotted for the purpose of education, by considerations which seem\na little romantic. That the Saracens a thousand years ago cultivated\nmathematical science is hardly, I think, a reason for our spending any", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmoney in translating English treatises on mathematics into Arabic. Mr.\nSutherland would probably think it very strange if we were to urge the\ndestruction of the Alexandrian Library as a reason against patronising\nArabic literature in the nineteenth century. The undertaking may be, as\nMr. Sutherland conceives, a great national work. So is the breakwater at\nMadras. But under the orders which we have received from the Government,\nwe have just as little to do with one as with the other.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNow and then a stroke, aimed at Hooghly College, hits nearer home. That\nmen of thirty should be bribed to continue their education into mature\nlife \"seems very absurd. Moghal Jan has been paid to learn something\nduring twelve years. We are told that he is lazy and stupid; but there\nare hopes that in four years more he will have completed his course\nof study. We have had quite enough of these lazy, stupid schoolboys of\nthirty.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I must frankly own that I do not like the list of books. Grammars of\nrhetoric and grammars of logic are among the most useless furniture of\na shelf. Give a boy Robinson Crusoe. That is worth all the grammars of\nrhetoric and logic in the world. We ought to procure such books as are\nlikely to give the children a taste for the literature of the West; not\nbooks filled with idle distinctions and definitions, which every man\nwho has learned them makes haste to forget. Who ever reasoned better for", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhaving been taught the difference between a syllogism and an enthymeme?\nWho ever composed with greater spirit and elegance because he could\ndefine an oxymoron or an aposiopesis? I am not joking, but writing quite\nseriously, when I say that I would much rather order a hundred copies\nof Jack the Giant-killer for our schools than a hundred copies of any\ngrammar of rhetoric or logic that ever was written.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Goldsmith's Histories of Greece and Rome are miserable performances,\nand I do not at all like to lay out 50 pounds on them, even after they\nhave received all Mr. Pinnock's improvements. I must own too, that I\nthink the order for globes and other instruments unnecessarily large.\nTo lay out 324 pounds at once on globes alone, useful as I acknowledge\nthose articles to be, seems exceedingly profuse, when we have only about\n3,000 pounds a year for all purposes of English education. One 12-inch", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nor 18-inch globe for each school is quite enough; and we ought not, I\nthink, to order sixteen such globes when we are about to establish only\nseven schools. Useful as the telescopes, the theodolites, and the other\nscientific instruments mentioned in the indent undoubtedly are, we\nmust consider that four or five such instruments run away with a year's\nsalary of a schoolmaster, and that, if we purchase them, it will be\nnecessary to defer the establishment of schools.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAt one of the colleges at Calcutta the distribution of prizes was\naccompanied by some histrionic performances on the part of the pupils.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I have no partiality,\" writes Macaulay, \"for such ceremonies. I think\nit a very questionable thing whether, even at home, public spouting and\nacting ought to form part of the system of a place of education. But\nin this country such exhibitions are peculiarly out of place. I can\nconceive nothing more grotesque than the scene from the Merchant of\nVenice, with Portia represented by a little black boy. Then, too, the\nsubjects of recitation were ill chosen. We are attempting to introduce a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngreat nation to a knowledge of the richest and noblest literature in\nthe world. The society of Calcutta assemble to see what progress we are\nmaking; and we produce as a sample a boy who repeats some blackguard\ndoggerel of George Colman's, about a fat gentleman who was put to bed\nover an oven, and about a man-midwife who was called out of his bed by\na drunken man at night. Our disciple tries to hiccup, and tumbles and\nstaggers about in imitation of the tipsy English sailors whom he has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nseen at the punch houses. Really, if we can find nothing better worth\nreciting than this trash, we had better give up English instruction\naltogether.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"As to the list of prize books, I am not much better satisfied. It\nis absolutely unintelligible to me why Pope's Works and my old friend\nMoore's Lalla Rookh should be selected from the whole mass of English\npoetry to be prize books. I will engage to frame, currente calamo, a\nbetter list. Bacon's Essays, Hume's England, Gibbon's Rome, Robertson's\nCharles V., Robertson's Scotland, Robertson's America, Swift's Gulliver,\nRobinson Crusoe, Shakespeare's Works, Paradise Lost, Milton's smaller", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npoems, Arabian Nights, Park's Travels, Anson's Voyage, the Vicar of\nWakefield, Johnson's Lives, Gil Blas, Voltaire's Charles XII., Southey's\nNelson, Middleton's Life of Cicero.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"This may serve as a specimen. These are books which will amuse and\ninterest those who obtain them. To give a boy Abercrombie on the\nIntellectual Powers, Dick's Moral Improvement, Young's Intellectual\nPhilosophy, Chalmers's Poetical Economy!!! (in passing I may be allowed\nto ask what that means?) is quite absurd. I would not give orders at\nrandom for books about which we know nothing. We are under no necessity\nof ordering at haphazard. We know Robinson Crusoe, and Gulliver, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Arabian Nights, and Anson's Voyage, and many other delightful works\nwhich interest even the very young, and which do not lose their interest\nto the end of our lives. Why should we order blindfold such books as\nMarkham's New Children's Friend, the juvenile Scrap Book, the Child's\nOwn Book, Niggens's Earth, Mudie's Sea, and somebody else's Fire and\nAir?--books which, I will be bound for it, none of us ever opened.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The list ought in all its parts to be thoroughly recast. If Sir\nBenjamin Malkin will furnish the names of ten or twelve works of a\nscientific kind, which he thinks suited for prizes, the task will not\nbe difficult; and, with his help, I will gladly undertake it. There is a\nmarked distinction between a prize book and a school book. A prize book\nought to be a book which a boy receives with pleasure, and turns over\nand over, not as a task, but spontaneously. I have not forgotten my own", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nschool-boy feelings on this subject. My pleasure at obtaining a prize\nwas greatly enhanced by the knowledge that my little library would\nreceive a very agreeable addition. I never was better pleased than when\nat fourteen I was master of Boswell's Life of Johnson, which I had long\nbeen wishing to read. If my master had given me, instead of Boswell, a\nCritical Pronouncing Dictionary, or a Geographical Class book, I should\nhave been much less gratified by my success.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"To hire four or five people to make a literature is a course which\nnever answered and never will answer, in any part of the world.\nLanguages grow. They cannot be built. We are now following the slow but\nsure course on which alone we can depend for a supply of good books in\nthe vernacular languages of India. We are attempting to raise up a large\nclass of enlightened natives. I hope that, twenty years hence, there\nwill be hundreds, nay thousands, of natives familiar with the best", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmodels of composition, and well acquainted with Western science. Among\nthem some persons will be found who will have the inclination and the\nability to exhibit European knowledge in the vernacular dialects. This\nI believe to be the only way in which we can raise up a good vernacular\nliterature in this country.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThese hopeful anticipations have been more than fulfilled. Twice twenty\nyears have brought into existence, not hundreds or thousands, but\nhundreds of thousands, of natives who can appreciate European knowledge\nwhen laid before them in the English language, and can reproduce it in\ntheir own. Taking one year with another, upwards of a thousand works of\nliterature and science are published annually in Bengal alone, and\nat least four times that number throughout the entire continent. Our", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncolleges have more than six thousand students on their books, and two\nhundred thousand boys are receiving a liberal education in schools of\nthe higher order. For the improvement of the mass of the people, nearly\nseven thousand young men are in training as Certificated Masters. The\namount allotted in the budget to the item of Public Instruction has\nincreased more than seventy-fold since 1835; and is largely supplemented\nby the fees which parents of all classes willingly contribute when once", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthey have been taught the value of a commodity the demand for which is\ncreated by the supply. During many years past the generosity of wealthy\nnatives has to a great extent been diverted from the idle extravagance\nof pageants and festivals, to promote the intellectual advancement of\ntheir fellow-countrymen. On several different occasions, at a single\nstroke of the pen, our Indian universities have been endowed with twice,\nthree times, four times the amount of the slender sum which Macaulay", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhad at his command. But none the less was he the master-engineer, whose\nskill and foresight determined the direction of the channels, along\nwhich this stream of public and private munificence was to flow for the\nregeneration of our Eastern Empire.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIt may add something to the merit of Macaulay's labours in the cause of\nEducation that those labours were voluntary and unpaid; and voluntary\nand unpaid likewise was another service which he rendered to India, not\nless durable than the first, and hardly less important. A clause in the\nAct of 1833 gave rise to the appointment of a Commission to inquire into\nthe jurisprudence and jurisdiction of our Eastern Empire. Macaulay, at\nhis own instigation, was appointed President of that Commission. He had", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnot been many months engaged in his new duties before he submitted a\nproposal, by the adoption of which his own industry and the high talents\nof his colleagues, Mr. Cameron and Sir John Macleod, might be turned to\nthe best account by being employed in framing a Criminal Code for the\nwhole Indian Empire. \"This Code,\" writes Macaulay, \"should not be a mere\ndigest of existing usages and regulations, but should comprise all the\nreforms which the Commission may think desirable. It should be framed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\non two great principles, the principle of suppressing crime with the\nsmallest possible amount of suffering, and the principle of ascertaining\ntruth at the smallest possible cost of time and money. The Commissioners\nshould be particularly charged to study conciseness, as far as it is\nconsistent with perspicuity. In general, I believe, it will be found\nthat perspicuous and concise expressions are not only compatible, but\nidentical.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe offer was eagerly accepted, and the Commission fell to work. The\nresults of that work did not show themselves quickly enough to satisfy\nthe most practical, and, (to its credit be it spoken,) the most exacting\nof Governments; and Macaulay was under the necessity of explaining and\nexcusing a procrastination, which was celerity itself as compared with\nany codifying that had been done since the days of Justinian.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"During the last rainy season,--a season, I believe, peculiarly\nunhealthy,--every member of the Commission, except myself, was wholly\nincapacitated for exertion. Mr. Anderson has been twice under the\nnecessity of leaving Calcutta, and has not, till very lately, been\nable to labour with his accustomed activity. Mr. Macleod has been, till\nwithin the last week or ten days, in so feeble a state that the smallest\neffort seriously disordered him; and his health is so delicate that,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nadmirably qualified as he is, by very rare talents, for the discharge\nof his functions, it would be imprudent, in forming any prospective\ncalculation, to reckon on much service from him. Mr. Cameron, of the\nimportance of whose assistance I need not speak, has been, during more\nthan four months, utterly unable to do any work, and has at length been\ncompelled to ask leave of absence, in order to visit the Cape for the\nrecovery of his health. Thus, as the Governor-General has stated, Mr.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMillett and myself have, during a considerable time, constituted the\nwhole effective strength of the Commission. Nor has Mr. Millett been\nable to devote to the business of the Commission his whole undivided\nattention.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"I must say that, even if no allowance be made for the untoward\noccurrences which have retarded our progress, that progress cannot\nbe called slow. People who have never considered the importance and\ndifficulty of the task in which we are employed are surprised to find\nthat a Code cannot be spoken of extempore, or written like an article\nin a magazine. I am not ashamed to acknowledge that there are several\nchapters in the Code on which I have been employed for months; of which", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have changed the whole plan ten or twelve times; which contain not a\nsingle word as it originally stood; and with which I am still very far\nindeed from being satisfied. I certainly shall not hurry on my share\nof the work to gratify the childish impatience of the ignorant. Their\ncensure ought to be a matter of perfect indifference to men engaged in\na task, on the right performance of which the welfare of millions may,\nduring a long series of years, depend. The cost of the Commission is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nas nothing when compared with the importance of such a work. The time\nduring which the Commission has sat is as nothing compared with the time\nduring which that work will produce good, or evil, to India.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Indeed, if we compare the progress of the Indian Code with the progress\nof Codes under circumstances far more favourable, we shall find little\nreason to accuse the Law Commission of tardiness. Buonaparte had at his\ncommand the services of experienced jurists to any extent to which he\nchose to call for them; yet his legislation proceeded at a far slower\nrate than ours. The French Criminal Code was begun, under the Consulate,\nin March 1801; and yet the Code of Criminal Procedure was not completed", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntill 1808, and the Penal Code not till 1810. The Criminal Code\nof Louisiana was commenced in February 1821. After it had been in\npreparation during three years and a half, an accident happened to the\npapers which compelled Mr. Livingstone to request indulgence for another\nyear. Indeed, when I remember the slow progress of law reforms at home,\nand when I consider that our Code decides hundreds of questions, every\none of which, if stirred in England, would give occasion to voluminous", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncontroversy and to many animated debates, I must acknowledge that I am\ninclined to fear that we have been guilty rather of precipitation than\nof delay.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThis Minute was dated the end of January, 1837; and in the course of\nthe same year the Code appeared, headed by an Introductory Report in the\nshape of a letter to the Governor-General, and followed by an Appendix\ncontaining eighteen notes, each in itself an essay. The most readable of\nall Digests, its pages are alive with illustrations drawn from history,\nfrom literature, and from the habits and occurrences of everyday life.\nThe offence of fabricating evidence is exemplified by a case which may", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\neasily be recognised as that of Lady Macbeth and the grooms; [\"A, after\nwounding a person with a knife, goes into the room where Z is sleeping,\nsmears Z's clothes with blood, and lays the knife under Z's pillow;\nintending not only that suspicion may thereby be turned away front\nhimself, but also that Z may be convicted of voluntarily causing\ngrievous hurt. A is liable to punishment as a fabricator of false\nevidence.\"] and the offence of voluntary culpable homicide by an", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimaginary incident of a pit covered with sticks and turf, which\nirresistibly recalls a reminiscence of Jack the Giant-killer. The\nchapters on theft and trespass establish the rights of book owners\nas against book stealers, book borrowers, and book defacers, with an\naffectionate precision which would have gladdened the heart of Charles\nLamb or Sir Walter Scott. [\"A, being on friendly terms with Z, goes\ninto Z's library, in Z's absence, and takes a book without Z's express", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconsent. Here, it is probable that A may have conceived that he had Z's\nimplied consent to use Z's books. If this was A's impression, A has not\ncommitted theft.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"A takes up a book belonging to Z, and reads it, not having any right\nover the book, and not having the consent of any person entitled to\nauthorise A so to do. A trespasses.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"A, being exasperated at a passage in a book which is lying on the\ncounter of Z, snatches it up, and tears it to pieces. A has not\ncommitted theft, as he has not acted fraudulently, though he may\nhave committed criminal trespass and mischief.\"] In the chapter on\nmanslaughter, the judge is enjoined to treat with lenity an act done\nin the first anger of a husband or father, provoked by the intolerable\noutrage of a certain kind of criminal assault. \"Such an assault produced", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe Sicilian Vespers. Such an assault called forth the memorable blow of\nWat Tyler.\" And, on the question whether the severity of a hurt should\nbe considered in apportioning the punishment, we are reminded of\n\"examples which are universally known. Harley was laid up more than\ntwenty days by the wound which he received from Guiscard;\" while \"the\nscratch which Damien gave to Louis the Fifteenth was so slight that it\nwas followed by no feverish symptoms.\" Such a sanguine estimate of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndiffusion of knowledge with regard to the details of ancient crimes\ncould proceed from no pen but that of the writer who endowed schoolboys\nwith the erudition of professors, and the talker who, when he poured\nforth the stores of his memory, began each of his disquisitions with the\nphrase, \"don't you remember?\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf it be asked whether or not the Penal Code fulfils the ends for which\nit was framed, the answer may safely be left to the gratitude of Indian\ncivilians, the younger of whom carry it about in their saddle-bags, and\nthe older in their heads. The value which it possesses in the eyes of a\ntrained English lawyer may be gathered from the testimony of Macaulay's\neminent successor, Mr. Fitzjames Stephen, who writes of it thus:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"In order to appreciate the importance of the Penal Code, it must be\nborne in mind what crime in India is. Here, in England, order is so\nthoroughly well established that the crime of the country is hardly more\nthan an annoyance. In India, if crime is allowed to let to a head, it\nis capable of destroying the peace and prosperity of whole tracts\nof country. The mass of the people in their common moods are gentle,\nsubmissive, and disposed to be innocent; but, for that very reason, bold", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand successful criminals are dangerous in the extreme. In old days, when\nthey joined in gangs or organised bodies, they soon acquired political\nimportance. Now, in many parts of India, crime is quite as uncommon\nas in the least criminal parts of England; and the old high-handed\nsystematised crime has almost entirely disappeared. This great\nrevolution (for it is nothing less) in the state of society of a whole\ncontinent has been brought about by the regular administration of a\nrational body of criminal law.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The administration of criminal justice is entrusted to a very\nsmall number of English magistrates, organised according to a\ncarefully-devised system of appeal and supervision which represents the\nexperience of a century. This system is not unattended by evils; but it\nis absolutely necessary to enable a few hundred civilians to govern a\ncontinent. Persons in such a position must be provided with the plainest\ninstructions as to the nature of their duties. These instructions, in", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso far as the administration of criminal justice is concerned, are\ncontained in the Indian Penal Code and the Code of Criminal Procedure.\nThe Code of Criminal Procedure contains 541 sections, and forms a\npamphlet of 210 widely printed octavo pages. The Penal Code consists of\n510 sections. Pocket editions of these Codes are published, which may be\ncarried about as easily as a pocket Bible; and I doubt whether, even\nin Scotland, you would find many people who know their Bibles as Indian", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAfter describing the confusion and complication of the criminal law of\nour Indian Empire before it was taken in hand by the Commission of 1834,\nMr. Stephen proceeds to say:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Lord Macaulay's great work was far too daring and original to be\naccepted at once. It was a draft when he left India in 1838. His\nsuccessors made remarks on it for twenty-two years. Those years were\nfilled with wars and rumours of wars. The Afghan disasters and triumphs,\nthe war in Central India, the wars with the Sikhs, Lord Dalhousie's\nannexations, threw law reform into the background, and produced a state\nof mind not very favourable to it. Then came the Mutiny, which in its", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nessence was the breakdown of an old system; the renunciation of an\nattempt to effect an impossible compromise between the Asiatic and the\nEuropean view of things, legal, military, and administrative. The effect\nof the Mutiny on the Statute-book was unmistakable. The Code of Civil\nProcedure was enacted in 1859. The Penal Code was enacted in 1860, and\ncame into operation on the 1st of January 1862. The credit of passing\nthe Penal Code into law, and of giving to every part of it the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimprovements which practical skill and technical knowledge could bestow,\nis due to Sir Barnes Peacock, who held Lord Macaulay's place during the\nmost anxious years through which the Indian Empire has passed. The Draft\nand the Revision are both eminently creditable to their authors; and the\nresult of their successive efforts has been to reproduce in a concise,\nand even beautiful, form the spirit of the law of England; the most\ntechnical, the most clumsy, and the most bewildering of all systems of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncriminal law; though I think, if its principles are fully understood, it\nis the most rational. If anyone doubts this assertion, let him compare\nthe Indian Penal Code with such a book as Mr. Greaves's edition of\nRussell on Crimes. The one subject of homicide, as treated by Mr.\nGreaves and Russell, is, I should think, twice as long as the whole\nPenal Code; and it does not contain a tenth part of the matter.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The point which always has surprised me most in connection with\nthe Penal Code is, that it proves that Lord Macaulay must have had a\nknowledge of English criminal law which, considering how little he had\npractised it, may fairly be called extraordinary. [Macaulay's practice\nat the bar had been less than little, according to an account which he\ngave of it at a public dinner: \"My own forensic experience, gentlemen,\nhas been extremely small; for my only recollection of an achievement", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat way is that at quarter sessions I once convicted a boy of stealing\na parcel of cocks and hens.\"] He must have possessed the gift of going\nat once to the very root of the matter, and of sifting the corn from the\nchaff to a most unusual degree; for his Draft gives the substance of\nthe criminal law of England, down to its minute working details, in\na compass which, by comparison with the original, may be regarded as\nalmost absurdly small. The Indian Penal Code is to the English criminal", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlaw what a manufactured article ready for use is to the materials out of\nwhich it is made. It is to the French 'Code Penal,' and, I may add, to\nthe North German Code of 1871, what a finished picture is to a sketch.\nIt is far simpler, and much better expressed, than Livingstone's Code\nfor Louisiana; and its practical success has been complete. The clearest\nproof of this is that hardly any questions have arisen upon it which\nhave had to be determined by the courts; and that few and slight", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWithout troubling himself unduly about the matter, Macaulay was\nconscious that the world's estimate of his public services would be\ninjuriously affected by the popular notion, which he has described as\n\"so flattering to mediocrity,\" that a great writer cannot be a great\nadministrator; and it is possible that this consciousness had something\nto do with the heartiness and fervour which he threw into his defence\nof the author of \"Cato\" against the charge of having been an inefficient", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSecretary of State. There was much in common between his own lot\nand that of the other famous essayist who had been likewise a Whig\nstatesman; and this similarity in their fortunes may account in part for\nthe indulgence, and almost tenderness, with which he reviewed the career\nand character of Addison. Addison himself, at his villa in Chelsea, and\nstill more amidst the gilded slavery of Holland House, might have envied\nthe literary seclusion, ample for so rapid a reader, which the usages of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIndian life permitted Macaulay to enjoy. \"I have a very pretty garden,\"\nhe writes, \"not unlike our little grass-plot at Clapham, but larger.\nIt consists of a fine sheet of turf, with a gravel walk round it, and\nflower-beds scattered over it. It looks beautiful just now after the\nrains, and I hear that it keeps its verdure during a great part of the\nyear. A flight of steps leads down from my library into the garden, and\nit is so well shaded that you may walk there till ten o'clock in the\nmorning.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHere, book in hand, and in dressing-gown and slippers, he would spend\nthose two hours after sun-rise which Anglo-Indian gentlemen devote\nto riding, and Anglo-Indian ladies to sleeping off the arrears of the\nsultry night. Regularly, every morning, his studies were broken in upon\nby the arrival of his baby niece, who came to feed the crows with the\ntoast which accompanied his early cup of tea; a ceremony during which\nhe had much ado to protect the child from the advances of a multitude of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbirds, each almost as big as herself, which hopped and fluttered round\nher as she stood on the steps of the verandah. When the sun drove him\nindoors, (which happened sooner than he had promised himself, before he\nhad learned by experience what the hot season was,) he went to his bath\nand toilette, and then to breakfast; \"at which we support nature under\nthe exhausting effects of the climate by means of plenty of eggs,\nmango-fish, snipe-pies, and frequently a hot beefsteak. My cook is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrenowned through Calcutta for his skill. He brought me attestations of\na long succession of gourmands, and among them one from Lord Dalhousie,\nwho pronounced him decidedly the first artist in Bengal. [Lord\nDalhousie, the father of the Governor-General, was Commander-In-Chief\nin India during the years 1830 and 1831.] This great man, and his two\nassistants, I am to have for thirty rupees a month. While I am on the\nsubject of the cuisine, I may as well say all that I have to say about", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit at once. The tropical fruits are wretched. The best of them is\ninferior to our apricot or gooseberry. When I was a child, I had a\nnotion of its being the most exquisite of treats to eat plantains and\nyams, and to drink palm-wine. How I envied my father for having enjoyed\nthese luxuries! I have now enjoyed them all, and I have found like much\ngreater men on much more important occasions, that all is vanity. A\nplantain is very like a rotten pear,--so like that I would lay twenty to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\none that a person blindfolded would not discover the difference. A yam\nis better. It is like an indifferent potato. I tried palm-wine at a\npretty village near Madras, where I slept one night. I told Captain\nBarron that I had been curious to taste that liquor ever since I first\nsaw, eight or nine and twenty years ago, the picture of the <DW64>\nclimbing the tree in Sierra Leone. The next morning I was roused by a\nservant, with a large bowl of juice fresh from the tree. I drank it, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay necessarily spent away from home the days on which the Supreme\nCouncil, or the Law Commission, held their meetings; but the rest of his\nwork, legal, literary, and educational, he carried on in the quiet of\nhis library. Now and again, a morning was consumed in returning calls,\nan expenditure of time which it is needless to say that he sorely\ngrudged. \"Happily, the good people here are too busy to be at home.\nExcept the parsons, they are all usefully occupied somewhere or other,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso that I have only to leave cards; but the reverend gentlemen are\nalways within doors in the heat of the day, lying on their backs,\nregretting breakfast, longing for tiffin, and crying out for lemonade.\"\nAfter lunch he sate with Mrs. Trevelyan, translating Greek or reading\nFrench for her benefit; and Scribe's comedies and Saint Simon's Memoirs\nbeguiled the long languid leisure of the Calcutta afternoon, while the\npunkah swung overhead, and the air came heavy and scented through the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmoistened grass-matting which shrouded the windows. At the approach of\nsunset, with its attendant breeze, he joined his sister in her drive\nalong the banks of the Hooghly; and they returned by starlight,--too\noften to take part in a vast banquet of forty guests, dressed as\nfashionably as people can dress at ninety degrees East from Paris; who,\none and all, had far rather have been eating their curry, and drinking\ntheir bitter beer, at home, in all the comfort of muslin and nankeen.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay is vehement in his dislike of \"those great formal dinners,\nwhich unite all the stiffness of a levee to all the disorder and\ndiscomfort of a two-shilling ordinary. Nothing can be duller. Nobody\nspeaks except to the person next him. The conversation is the most\ndeplorable twaddle, and, as I always sit next to the lady of the highest\nrank, or, in other words, to the oldest, ugliest, and proudest woman in\nthe company, I am worse off than my neighbours.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNevertheless he was far too acute a judge of men to undervalue the\nspecial type of mind which is produced and fostered by the influences of\nan Indian career. He was always ready to admit that there is no better\ncompany in the world than a young and rising civilian; no one who has\nmore to say that is worth hearing, and who can say it in a manner better\nadapted to interest those who know good talk from bad. He delighted in\nthat freedom from pedantry, affectation, and pretension which is one of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe most agreeable characteristics of a service, to belong to which\nis in itself so effectual an education, that a bore is a phenomenon\nnotorious everywhere within a hundred miles of the station which has the\nhonour to possess him, and a fool is quoted by name throughout all the\nthree Presidencies. Macaulay writes to his sisters at home: \"The best\nway of seeing society here is to have very small parties. There is\na little circle of people whose friendship I value, and in whose", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconversation I take pleasure: the Chief Justice, Sir Edward Ryan; my old\nfriend, Malkin; Cameron and Macleod, the Law Commissioners; Macnaghten,\namong the older servants of the Company, and Mangles, Colvin, and John\nPeter Grant among the younger. [It cannot be said that all the claims\nmade upon Macaulay's friendship were acknowledged as readily as those\nof Sir Benjamin Malkin. \"I am dunned unmercifully by place-hunters. The\noddest application that I have received is from that rascal --, who is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsomewhere in the interior. He tells me he is sure that prosperity has\nnot changed me; that I am still the same John Macaulay who was his\ndearest friend, his more than brother; and that he means to come up, and\nlive with me at Calcutta. If he fulfils his intention, I will have him\ntaken before the police-magistrates.\"] These, in my opinion, are the\nflower of Calcutta society, and I often ask some of them to a quiet\ndinner.\" On the Friday of every week, these chosen few met round", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMacaulay's breakfast table to discuss the progress which the Law\nCommission had made in its labours; and each successive point which\nwas started opened the way to such a flood of talk,--legal, historical,\npolitical, and personal,--that the company would sit far on towards\nnoon over the empty teacups, until an uneasy sense of accumulating\ndespatch-boxes drove them, one by one, to their respective offices.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere are scattered passages in these letters which prove that\nMacaulay's feelings, during his protracted absence from his native\ncountry, were at times almost as keen as those which racked the breast\nof Cicero, when he was forced to exchange the triumphs of the Forum,\nand the cozy suppers with his brother augurs, for his hateful place\nof banishment at Thessalonica, or his hardly less hateful seat of\ngovernment at Tarsus. The complaints of the English statesman do not,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhowever, amount in volume to a fiftieth part of those reiterated out\npourings of lachrymose eloquence with which the Roman philosopher\nbewailed an expatriation that was hardly one-third as long. \"I have no\nwords,\" writes Macaulay, very much under-estimating the wealth of his\nown vocabulary, \"to tell you how I pine for England, or how intensely\nbitter exile has been to me, though I hope that I have borne it well. I\nfeel as if I had no other wish than to see my country again and die. Let", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nme assure you that banishment is no light matter. No person can judge of\nit who has not experienced it. A complete revolution in all the habits\nof life; an estrangement from almost every old friend and acquaintance;\nfifteen thousand miles of ocean between the exile and everything that\nhe cares for; all this is, to me at least, very trying. There is no\ntemptation of wealth, or power, which would induce me to go through it\nagain. But many people do not feel as I do. Indeed, the servants of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCompany rarely have such a feeling; and it is natural that they should\nnot have it, for they are sent out while still schoolboys, and when they\nknow little of the world. The moment of emigration is to them also the\nmoment of emancipation; and the pleasures of liberty and affluence to a\ngreat degree compensate them for the loss of their home. In a few years\nthey become orientalised, and, by the time that they are of my age, they\nwould generally prefer India, as a residence, to England. But it is a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMaking, as always, the best of everything, he was quite ready to allow\nthat he might have been placed in a still less agreeable situation. In\nthe following extract from a letter to his friend, Mrs. Drummond, there\nis much which will come home to those who are old enough to remember how\nvastly the Dublin of 1837 differed, for the worse, from the Dublin of\n1875, \"It now seems likely that you may remain in Ireland for years.\nI cannot conceive what has induced you to submit to such an exile.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI declare, for my own part, that, little as I love Calcutta, I would\nrather stay here than be settled in the Phoenix Park. The last residence\nwhich I would choose would be a place with all the plagues, and none of\nthe attractions, of a capital; a provincial city on fire with factions\npolitical and religious, peopled by raving Orangemen and raving\nRepealers, and distracted by a contest between Protestantism as\nfanatical as that of Knot and Catholicism as fanatical as that of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBonner. We have our share of the miseries of life in this country.\nWe are annually baked four months, boiled four more, and allowed the\nremaining four to become cool if we can. At this moment, the sun is\nblazing like a furnace. The earth, soaked with oceans of rain, is\nsteaming like a wet blanket. Vegetation is rotting all round us. Insects\nand undertakers are the only living creatures which seem to enjoy the\nclimate. But, though our atmosphere is hot, our factions are lukewarm. A", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbad epigram in a newspaper, or a public meeting attended by a tailor,\na pastry-cook, a reporter, two or three barristers, and eight or ten\nattorneys, are our most formidable annoyances. We have agitators in\nour own small way, Tritons of the minnows, bearing the same sort of\nresemblance to O'Connell that a lizard bears to an alligator. Therefore\nCalcutta for me, in preference to Dublin.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe had good reason for being grateful to Calcutta, and still better for\nnot showing his gratitude by prolonging his stay there over a fourth\nsummer and autumn. \"That tremendous crash of the great commercial houses\nwhich took place a few years ago has produced a revolution in fashions.\nIt ruined one half of the English society in Bengal, and seriously\ninjured the other half. A large proportion of the most important\nfunctionaries here are deeply in debt, and accordingly, the mode of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nliving is now exceedingly quiet and modest. Those immense subscriptions,\nthose public tables, those costly equipages and entertainments of which\nHeber, and others who saw Calcutta a few years back, say so much,\nare never heard of. Speaking for myself, it was a great piece of good\nfortune that I came hither just at the time when the general distress\nhad forced everybody to adopt a moderate way of living. Owing very much\nto that circumstance, (while keeping house, I think, more handsomely", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthan any other member of Council,) I have saved what will enable me\nto do my part towards making my family comfortable; and I shall have a\ncompetency for myself, small indeed, but quite sufficient to render\nme as perfectly independent as if I were the possessor of Burleigh or\nChatsworth.\" [Macaulay writes to Lord Mahon on the last day of December\n1836: \"In another year I hope to leave this country, with a fortune\nwhich you would think ridiculously small, but which will make me as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nindependent as if I had all that Lord Westminster has above the ground,\nand Lord Durham below it. I have no intention of again taking part in\npolitics; but I cannot tell what effect the sight of the old Hall and\nAbbey may produce on me.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"The rainy season of 1837 has been exceedingly unhealthy. Our house has\nescaped as well as any; yet Hannah is the only one of us who has come\noff untouched. The baby has been repeatedly unwell. Trevelyan has\nsuffered a good deal, and is kept right only by occasional trips in a\nsteamer down to the mouth of the Hooghly. I had a smart touch of fever,\nwhich happily stayed but an hour or two, and I took such vigorous\nmeasures that it never came again; but I remained unnerved and exhausted", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor nearly a fortnight. This was my first, and I hope my last, taste of\nIndian maladies. It is a happy thing for us all that we are not to pass\nanother year in the reek of this deadly marsh.\" Macaulay wisely declined\nto set the hope of making another lac of rupees against the risk, to\nhimself and others of such a fate as subsequently befell Lord Canning\nand Mr. James Wilson. He put the finishing stroke to his various\nlabours; resigned his seat in the Council, and his Presidentships of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nLaw Commission and the Committee of Public Instruction; and, in company\nwith the Trevelyans, sailed for England in the first fortnight of the\nyear 1838.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--Many thanks for your letter. It is delightful in this\nstrange land to see the handwriting of such a friend. We must keep up\nour spirits. We shall meet, I trust, in little more than four years,\nwith feelings of regard only strengthened by our separation. My spirits\nare not bad; and they ought not to be bad. I have health; affluence;\nconsideration; great power to do good; functions which, while they are\nhonourable and useful, are not painfully burdensome; leisure for study;", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ngood books; an unclouded and active mind; warm affections; and a very\ndear sister. There will soon be a change in my domestic arrangements. My\nsister is to be married next week. Her lover, who is lover enough to\nbe a knight of the Round Table, is one of the most distinguished of our\nyoung Civilians.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have the very highest opinion of his talents both for action and for\ndiscussion. Indeed, I should call him a man of real genius. He is also,\nwhat is even more important, a man of the utmost purity of honour, of\na sweet temper, and of strong principle. His public virtue has gone\nthrough very severe trials, and has come out resplendent. Lord William,\nin congratulating me the other day, said that he thought my destined\nbrother-in-law the ablest young man in the service. His name is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nTrevelyan. He is a nephew of Sir John Trevelyan, a baronet; in Cornwall\nI suppose, by the name; for I never took the trouble to ask.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nHe and my sister will live with me during my stay here. I have a house\nabout as large as Lord Dudley's in Park Lane, or rather larger, so\nthat I shall accommodate them without the smallest difficulty. This\narrangement is acceptable to me, because it saves me from the misery of\nparting with my sister in this strange land; and is, I believe, equally\ngratifying to Trevelyan, whose education, like that of other Indian\nservants, was huddled up hastily at home; who has an insatiable thirst", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfor knowledge of every sort; and who looks on me as little less than\nan oracle of wisdom. He came to me the other morning to know whether\nI would advise him to keep up his Greek, which he feared he had nearly\nlost. I gave him Homer, and asked him to read a page; and I found that,\nlike most boys of any talent who had been at the Charterhouse, he was\nvery well grounded in that language. He read with perfect rapture, and\nhas marched off with the book, declaring that he shall never be content", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntill he has finished the whole. This, you will think, is not a bad\nbrother-in-law for a man to pick up in 22 degrees of North latitude, and\n100 degrees of East longitude.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI read much, and particularly Greek; and I find that I am, in all\nessentials, still not a bad scholar. I could, I think, with a year's\nhard study, qualify myself to fight a good battle for a Craven's\nscholarship. I read, however, not as I read at College, but like a\nman of the world. If I do not know a word, I pass it by unless it is\nimportant to the sense. If I find, as I have of late often found, a\npassage which refuses to give up its meaning at the second reading, I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nlet it alone. I have read during the last fortnight, before breakfast,\nthree books of Herodotus, and four plays of Aeschylus. My admiration of\nAeschylus has been prodigiously increased by this reperusal. I cannot\nconceive how any person of the smallest pretension to taste should doubt\nabout his immeasurable superiority to every poet of antiquity, Homer\nonly excepted. Even Milton, I think, must yield to him. It is quite\nunintelligible to me that the ancient critics should have placed him", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nso low. Horace's notice of him in the Ars Poetica is quite ridiculous.\nThere is, to be sure, the \"magnum loqui;\" but the great topic insisted\non is the skill of Aeschylus as a manager, as a property-man; the\njudicious way in which he boarded the stage; the masks, the buskins, and\nthe dresses.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[\"Post hunc personae pallaeque repertor honestae\n Aeschylus et modicis instravit pulpita tignis,\n Et docuit magnumnque loqui, nitique cothuruo.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd, after all, the \"magnum loqui,\" though the most obvious\ncharacteristic of Aeschylus, is by no means his highest or his best. Nor\ncan I explain this by saying that Horace had too tame and unimaginative\na mind to appreciate Aeschylus. Horace knew what he could himself do,\nand, with admirable wisdom, he confined himself to that; but he seems\nto have had a perfectly clear comprehension of the merit of those\ngreat masters whom he never attempted to rival. He praised Pindar most", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGreek reminds me of Cambridge and of Thirlwall. When you see Thirlwall,\ntell him that I congratulate him from the bottom of my soul on having\nsuffered in so good a cause; and that I would rather have been treated\nas he has been treated, on such an account, than have the Mastership of\nTrinity. [The subjoined extract from the letter of a leading member of\nTrinity College explains Macaulay's indignation. \"Thirlwall published a\npamphlet in 1834, on the admission of Dissenters to the University. The", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nresult was that he was either deprived of his Assistant Tutorship or had\nto give it up. Thirlwall left Cambridge soon afterwards. I suppose\nthat, if he had remained, he would have been very possibly Wordsworth's\nsuccessor in the Mastership.\"] There would be some chance for the\nChurch, if we had more Churchmen of the same breed, worthy successors of\nLeighton and Tillotson.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nFrom one Trinity Fellow I pass to another. (This letter is quite a study\nto a metaphysician who wishes to illustrate the Law of Association.) We\nhave no official tidings yet of Malkin's appointment to the vacant seat\non the Bench at Calcutta. I cannot tell you how delighted I am at\nthe prospect of having him here. An honest enlightened Judge, without\nprofessional narrowness, is the very man whom we want on public grounds.\nAnd, as to my private feelings, nothing could be more agreeable to me", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--The last month has been the most painful that I ever went\nthrough. Indeed, I never knew before what it was to be miserable. Early\nin January, letters from England brought me news of the death of my\nyoungest sister. What she was to me no words can express. I will not say\nthat she was dearer to me than anything in the world; for my sister who\nwas with me was equally dear; but she was as dear to me as one human\nbeing can be to another. Even now, when time has begun to do its healing", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\noffice, I cannot write about her without being altogether unmanned. That\nI have not utterly sunk under this blow I owe chiefly to literature.\nWhat a blessing it is to love books as I love them;--to be able to\nconverse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal! Many times during\nthe last few weeks I have repeated to myself those fine lines of old\nHesiod:", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nei gar tis kai penthos egon neokedei thumo\n aksetai kradien akakhemenos, autar aoidos\n mousaon therapon kleia proteron anthropon\n umnese, makaras te theous oi Olumpon ekhousi,\n aips oge dusphroneon epilethetai oude ti kedeon\n memnetai takheos de paretrape dora theaon.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[\"For if to one whose grief is fresh as he sits silent with\nsorrow-stricken heart, a minstrel, the henchman of the Muses, celebrates\nthe men of old and the gods who possess Olympus; straightway he forgets\nhis melancholy, and remembers not at all his grief, beguiled by the\nblessed gift of the goddesses of song.\" In Macaulay's Hesiod this\npassage is scored with three lines in pencil.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have gone back to Greek literature with a passion quite astonishing\nto myself. I have never felt anything like it. I was enraptured with\nItalian during the six months which I gave up to it; and I was little\nless pleased with Spanish. But, when I went back to the Greek, I felt\nas if I had never known before what intellectual enjoyment was. Oh that\nwonderful people! There is not one art, not one science, about which we\nmay not use the same expression which Lucretius has employed about the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI think myself very fortunate in having been able to return to these\ngreat masters while still in the full vigour of life, and when my taste\nand judgment are mature. Most people read all the Greek that they ever\nread before they are five and twenty. They never find time for such\nstudies afterwards till they are in the decline of life; and then their\nknowledge of the language is in a great measure lost, and cannot easily\nbe recovered. Accordingly, almost all the ideas that people have of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nGreek literature, are ideas formed while they were still very young. A\nyoung man, whatever his genius may be, is no judge of such a writer as\nThucydides. I had no high opinion of him ten years ago. I have now been\nreading him with a mind accustomed to historical researches, and to\npolitical affairs; and I am astonished at my own former blindness, and\nat his greatness. I could not bear Euripides at college. I now read my\nrecantation. He has faults undoubtedly. But what a poet! The Medea, the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAlcestis, the Troades, the Bacchae, are alone sufficient to place him in\nthe very first rank. Instead of depreciating him, as I have done, I may,\nfor aught I know, end by editing him.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have read Pindar,--with less pleasure than I feel in reading the great\nAttic poets, but still with admiration. An idea occurred to me which may\nvery likely have been noticed by a hundred people before. I was always\npuzzled to understand the reason for the extremely abrupt transitions\nin those Odes of Horace which are meant to be particularly fine. The\n\"justum et tenacem\" is an instance. All at once you find yourself in\nheaven, Heaven knows how. What the firmness of just men in times of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ntyranny, or of tumult, has to do with Juno's oration about Troy it\nis hardly possible to conceive. Then, again, how strangely the fight\nbetween the Gods and the Giants is tacked on to the fine hymn to the\nMuses in that noble ode, \"Descende coelo et die age tibia\"! This\nalways struck me as a great fault, and an inexplicable one; for it\nis peculiarly alien from the calm good sense, and good taste, which\ndistinguish Horace.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy explanation of it is this. The Odes of Pindar were the acknowledged\nmodels of lyric poetry. Lyric poets imitated his manner as closely as\nthey could; and nothing was more remarkable in his compositions than the\nextreme violence and abruptness of the transitions. This in Pindar was\nquite natural and defensible. He had to write an immense number of poems\non subjects extremely barren, and extremely monotonous. There could be\nlittle difference between one boxing-match and another. Accordingly,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhe made all possible haste to escape from the immediate subject, and to\nbring in, by hook or by crook, some local description; some old legend;\nsomething or other, in short, which might be more susceptible\nof poetical embellishment, and less utterly threadbare, than the\ncircumstances of a race or a wrestling-match. This was not the practice\nof Pindar alone. There is an old story which proves that Simonides did\nthe same, and that sometimes the hero of the day was nettled at finding", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhow little was said about him in the Ode for which he was to pay. This\nabruptness of transition was, therefore, in the Greek lyric poets, a\nfault rendered inevitable by the peculiarly barren and uniform nature\nof the subjects which they had to treat. But, like many other faults\nof great masters, it appeared to their imitators a beauty; and a beauty\nalmost essential to the grander Ode. Horace was perfectly at liberty to\nchoose his own subjects, and to treat them after his own fashion. But he", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nconfounded what was merely accidental in Pindar's manner with what was\nessential; and because Pindar, when he had to celebrate a foolish lad\nfrom Aegina who had tripped up another's heels at the Isthmus, made all\npossible haste to get away from so paltry a topic to the ancient heroes\nof the race of Aeacus, Horace took it into his head that he ought always\nto begin as far from the subject as possible, and then arrive at it by\nsome strange and sudden bound. This is my solution. At least I can", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfind no better. The most obscure passage,--at least the strangest\npassage,--in all Horace may be explained by supposing that he was\nmisled by Pindar's example: I mean that odd parenthesis in the \"Qualem\nMinistrum:\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nquibus\n Mos unde deductus per omne--.\n\nThis passage, taken by itself, always struck me as the harshest,\nqueerest, and most preposterous digression in the world. But there are\nseveral things in Pindar very like it. [Orelli makes an observation,\nmuch to the same effect, in his note on this passage in his edition of\n1850.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou must excuse all this, for I labour at present under a suppression of\nGreek, and am likely to do so for at least three years to come. Malkin\nmay be some relief; but I am quite unable to guess whether he means to\ncome to Calcutta. I am in excellent bodily health, and I am recovering\nmy mental health; but I have been sorely tried. Money matters look well.\nMy new brother-in-law and I are brothers in more than law. I am more\ncomfortable than I expected to be in this country; and, as to the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWriting three days after the date of the foregoing letter, Macaulay\nsays to his old friend Mr. Sharp: \"You see that my mind is not in great\ndanger of rusting. The danger is that I may become a mere pedant. I feel\na habit of quotation growing on me; but I resist that devil, for such\nit is, and it flees from me. It is all that I can do to keep Greek and\nLatin out of all my letters. Wise sayings of Euripides are even now at\nmy fingers' ends. If I did not maintain a constant struggle against this", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npropensity, my correspondence would resemble the notes to the 'Pursuits\nof Literature.' It is a dangerous thing for a man with a very strong\nmemory to read very much. I could give you three or four quotations\nthis moment in support of that proposition; but I will bring the vicious\npropensity under subjection, if I can.\" [Many years later Macaulay wrote\nto my mother: \"Dr. -- came, and I found him a very clever man; a little\nof a coxcomb, but, I dare say, not the worse physician for that. He must", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhave quoted Horace and Virgil six times at least a propos of his medical\ninquiries. Horace says, in a poem in which he jeers the Stoics, that\neven a wise man is out of sort when 'pituita molesta est;' which is,\nbeing interpreted, 'when, his phlegm is troublesome.' The Doctor thought\nit necessary to quote this passage in order to prove that phlegm is\ntroublesome;--a proposition, of the truth of which, I will venture to\nsay, no man on earth is better convinced than myself.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--I am in great want of news. We know that the Tories\ndissolved at the end of December, and we also know that they were beaten\ntowards the end of February. [In November 1834 the King called Sir\nRobert Peel to power; after having of his own accord dismissed the Whig\nMinistry. Parliament was dissolved, but the Tories did not succeed in\nobtaining a majority. After three months of constant and angry fighting,\nPeel was driven from office in April 1835.] As to what passed in the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ninterval, we are quite in the dark. I will not plague you with comments\non events which will have been driven out of your mind by other events\nbefore this reaches you, or with prophecies which may be falsified\nbefore you receive them. About the final issue I am certain. The\nlanguage of the first great reformer is that which I should use in reply\nto the exultation of our Tories here, if there were any of them who\ncould understand it", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsebou, proseukhou thopte ton kratount aei\n emoi d'elasson Zeuos e meden melei.\n drato krateito tonde ton brakhun khronon\n opes thelei daron gar ouk arksei theois\n\n[\"Worship thou, adore, and flatter the monarch of the hour. To me Jove\nis of less account than nothing. Let him have his will, and his sceptre,\nfor this brief season; for he will not long be the ruler of the Gods.\"\nIt is needless to say that poor William the Fourth was the Jove of the\nWhig Prometheus.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs for myself, I rejoice that I am out of the present storm. \"Suave mari\nmagno;\" or, as your new Premier, if he be still Premier, construes. \"It\nis a source of melancholy satisfaction.\" I may, indeed, feel the effects\nof the changes here, but more on public than private grounds. A Tory\nGovernor-General is not very likely to agree with me about the very\nimportant law reforms which I am about to bring before the Council. But\nhe is not likely to treat me ill personally; or, if he does,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nall ou ti khairon, en tod orthothe Belos,\n\n[\"It shall be to his cost, so long as this bow carries true.\"]\n\nas Philoctetes says. In a few months I shall have enough to enable me to\nlive, after my very moderate fashion, in perfect independence at home;\nand whatever debts any Governor-General may choose to lay on me at\nCalcutta shall be paid off, he may rely on it, with compound interest,\nat Westminster.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy time is divided between public business and books. I mix with society\nas little as I can. My spirits have not yet recovered,--I sometimes\nthink that they will never wholly recover,--the shock which they\nreceived five months ago. I find that nothing soothes them so much as\nthe contemplation of those miracles of art which Athens has bequeathed\nto us. I am really becoming, I hope not a pedant, but certainly an\nenthusiast about classical literature. I have just finished a second", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nreading of Sophocles. I am now deep in Plato, and intend to go right\nthrough all his works. His genius is above praise. Even where he is most\nabsurd,--as, for example, in the Cratylus,--he shows an acuteness, and\nan expanse of intellect, which is quite a phenomenon by itself. The\ncharacter of Socrates does not rise upon me. The more I read about him,\nthe less I wonder that they poisoned him. If he had treated me as he\nis said to have treated Protagoras, Hippias, and Gorgias, I could never", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nNothing has struck me so much in Plato's dialogues as the raillery.\nAt college, somehow or other, I did not understand or appreciate it. I\ncannot describe to you the way in which it now tickles me. I often sink\nforward on my huge old Marsilius Ficinus in a fit of laughter. I should\nsay that there never was a vein of ridicule so rich, at the same time so\ndelicate. It is superior to Voltaire's; nay, to Pascal's. Perhaps there\nare one or two passages in Cervantes, and one or two in Fielding, that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have very nearly finished Livy. I never read him through before. I\nadmire him greatly, and would give a quarter's salary to recover the\nlost Decades. While I was reading the earlier books I went again\nthrough Niebuhr. And I am sorry to say that, having always been a little\nsceptical about his merits, I am now a confirmed unbeliever. I do not of\ncourse mean that he has no merit. He was a man of immense learning, and\nof great ingenuity. But his mind was utterly wanting in the faculty", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nby which a demonstrated truth is distinguished from a plausible\nsupposition. He is not content with suggesting that an event may have\nhappened. He is certain that it happened, and calls on the reader to be\ncertain too, (though not a trace of it exists in any record whatever,)\nbecause it would solve the phenomena so neatly. Just read over again, if\nyou have forgotten it, the conjectural restoration of the Inscription in\npage 126 of the second volume; and then, on your honour as a scholar and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na man of sense, tell me whether in Bentley's edition of Milton there is\nanything which approaches to the audacity of that emendation. Niebuhr\nrequires you to believe that some of the greatest men in Rome were\nburned alive in the Circus; that this event was commemorated by an\ninscription on a monument, one half of which is sill in existence; but\nthat no Roman historian knew anything about it; and that all tradition\nof the event was lost, though the memory of anterior events much less", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nimportant has reached our time. When you ask for a reason, he tells you\nplainly that such a thing cannot be established by reason; that he is\nsure of it; and that you must take his word. This sort of intellectual\ndespotism always moves me to mutiny, and generates a disposition to\npull down the reputation of the dogmatist. Niebuhr's learning was\nimmeasurably superior to mine; but I think myself quite as good a judge\nof evidence as he was. I might easily believe him if he told me that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthere were proofs which I had never seen; but, when he produces all his\nproofs, I conceive that I am perfectly competent to pronounce on their\nvalue.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs I turned over his leaves just now, I lighted on another instance\nof what I cannot but call ridiculous presumption. He says that Martial\ncommitted a blunder in making the penultimate of Porsena short. Strange\nthat so great a scholar should not know that Horace had done so too!\n\nMinacis aut Etrusca Porsenae manus.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThere is something extremely nauseous to me in a German Professor\ntelling the world, on his own authority, and without giving the smallest\nreason, that two of the best Latin poets were ignorant of the quantity\nof a word which they must have used in their exercises at school a\nhundred times.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to the general capacity of Niebuhr for political speculations,\nlet him be judged by the Preface to the Second Volume. He there says,\nreferring to the French Revolution of July 1830, that \"unless God\nsend us some miraculous help, we have to look forward to a period of\ndestruction similar to that which the Roman world experienced about the\nmiddle of the third century.\" Now, when I see a man scribble such abject\nnonsense about events which are passing under our eyes, what confidence", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nBut I must bring my letter, or review, to a close. Remember me most\nkindly to your wife. Tell Frank that I mean to be a better scholar than\nhe when I come back, and that he must work hard if he means to overtake\nme.\n\nEver, dear Ellis,\n\nYour affectionate friend\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nCalcutta: August 25, 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--Cameron arrived here about a fortnight ago, and we are most\nactively engaged in preparing a complete Criminal Code for India. He and\nI agree excellently. Ryan, the most liberal of Judges, lends us his best\nassistance. I heartily hope, and fully believe, that we shall put\nthe whole Penal law, and the whole law of Criminal Procedure, into a\nmoderately sized volume. I begin to take a very warm interest in this\nwork. It is, indeed, one of the finest employments of the intellect that", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit is easy to conceive. I ought, however, to tell you that, the more\nprogress I make as a legislator, the more intense my contempt for the\nmere technical study of law becomes.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am deep in the examination of the political theories of the old\nphilosophers. I have read Plato's Republic, and his laws; and I am now\nreading Aristotle's Politics; after which I shall go through Plato's two\ntreatises again. I every now and then read one of Plutarch's Lives on\nan idle afternoon; and in this way I have got through a dozen of them. I\nlike him prodigiously. He is inaccurate, to be sure, and a romancer;\nbut he tells a story delightfully, and his illustrations and sketches", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to Latin, I am just finishing Lucan, who remains pretty much where he\nwas in my opinion; and I am busily engaged with Cicero, whose character,\nmoral and intellectual, interests me prodigiously. I think that I see\nthe whole man through and through. But this is too vast a subject for\na letter. I have gone through all Ovid's poems. I admire him; but I was\ntired to death before I got to the end. I amused myself one evening with\nturning over the Metamorphoses, to see if I could find any passage of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nten lines which could, by possibility, have been written by Virgil.\nWhether I was in ill luck or no I cannot tell; but I hunted for half\nan hour without the smallest success. At last I chanced to light on a\nlittle passage more Virgilian, to my thinking, than Virgil himself. Tell\nme what you say to my criticism. It is part of Apollo's speech to the\nlaurel", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nSemper habebunt\n Te coma, te citharae, te nostrae, laure, pharetrae\n Tu ducibus Latiis aderis, cum laeta triumphum\n Vox canet, et longas visent Capitolia pompas.\n Portibus Augustis cadem fidissima custos\n Ante fores stabis, mediamque tuebere quercum.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to other Latin writers, Sallust has gone sadly down in my opinion.\nCaesar has risen wonderfully. I think him fully entitled to Cicero's\npraise. [In the dialogue \"De Claris Oratoribus\" Cicero makes Atticus say\nthat 'A consummate judge of style (who is evidently intended for Cicero\nhimself,) pronounces Caesar's Latin to be the most elegant, with one\nimplied exception, that had ever been heard in the Senate or the Forum'.\nAtticus then goes on to detail at full length a compliment which Caesar", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhad paid to Cicero's powers of expression; and Brutus declares with\nenthusiasm that such praise, coming from such a quarter, is worth more\nthan a Triumph, as Triumphs were then given; and inferior in value\nonly to the honours which were voted to the statesman who had baffled\nCatiline. The whole passage is a model of self-glorification, exquisite\nin skill and finish.] He has won the honour of an excellent historian\nwhile attempting merely to give hints for history. But what are they", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nall to the great Athenian? I do assure you that there is no prose\ncomposition in the world, not even the De Corona, which I place so high\nas the seventh book of Thucydides. It is the ne plus ultra of human art.\nI was delighted to find in Gray's letters the other day this query to\nWharton: \"The retreat from Syracuse--Is it or is it not the finest thing\nyou ever read in your life?\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDid you ever read Athenaeus through? I never did; but I am meditating\nan attack on him. The multitude of quotations looks very tempting; and I\nnever open him for a minute without being paid for my trouble.\n\nYours very affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nCalcutta: December 30, 1835,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--What the end of the Municipal Reform Bill is to be I cannot\nconjecture. Our latest English intelligence is of the 15th of August.\nThe Lords were then busy in rendering the only great service that I\nexpect them ever to render to the nation; that is to say, in hastening\nthe day of reckoning. [In the middle of August the Irish Tithe Bill went\nup to the House of Lords, where it was destined to undergo a mutilation\nwhich was fatal to its existence.] But I will not fill my paper with", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am in excellent health. So are my sister and brother-in-law, and their\nlittle girl, whom I am always nursing; and of whom I am becoming fonder\nthan a wise man, with half my experience, would choose to be of anything\nexcept himself. I have but very lately begun to recover my spirits. The\ntremendous blow which fell on me at the beginning of this year has left\nmarks behind it which I shall carry to my grave. Literature has saved my\nlife and my reason. Even now, I dare not, in the intervals of business,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nremain alone for a minute without a book in my hand. What my course of\nlife will be, when I return to England, is very doubtful. But I am more\nthan half determined to abandon politics, and to give myself wholly to\nletters; to undertake some great historical work, which may be at once\nthe business and the amusement of my life; and to leave the pleasures of\npestiferous rooms, sleepless nights, aching heads, and diseased stomachs\nto Roebuck and to Praed.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn England I might probably be of a very different opinion. But, in the\nquiet of my own little grass-plot,--when the moon, at its rising, finds\nme with the Philoctetes or the De Finibus in my hand,--I often wonder\nwhat strange infatuation leads men who can do something better to\nsquander their intellect, their health, their energy, on such subjects\nas those which most statesmen are engaged in pursuing. I comprehend\nperfectly how a man who can debate, but who would make a very", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nindifferent figure as a contributor to an annual or a magazine,--such a\nman as Stanley, for example,--should take the only line by which he\ncan attain distinction. But that a man before whom the two paths of\nliterature and politics lie open, and who might hope for eminence\nin either, should choose politics, and quit literature, seems to me\nmadness. On the one side is health, leisure, peace of mind, the search\nafter truth, and all the enjoyments of friendship and conversation.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the other side is almost certain ruin to the constitution, constant\nlabour, constant anxiety. Every friendship which a man may have, becomes\nprecarious as soon as he engages in politics. As to abuse, men soon\nbecome callous to it, but the discipline which makes them callous is\nvery severe. And for what is it that a man who might, if he chose, rise\nand lie down at his own hour, engage in any study, enjoy any amusement,\nand visit any place, consents to make himself as much a prisoner as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nif he were within the rules of the Fleet; to be tethered during eleven\nmonths of the year within the circle of half a mile round Charing Cross;\nto sit, or stand, night after night for ten or twelve hours, inhaling a\nnoisome atmosphere, and listening to harangues of which nine-tenths are\nfar below the level of a leading article in a newspaper? For what is\nit that he submits, day after day, to see the morning break over the\nThames, and then totters home, with bursting temples, to his bed? Is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nit for fame? Who would compare the fame of Charles Townshend to that of\nHume, that of Lord North to that of Gibbon, that of Lord Chatham to that\nof Johnson? Who can look back on the life of Burke and not regret that\nthe years which he passed in ruining his health and temper by political\nexertions were not passed in the composition of some great and durable\nwork? Who can read the letters to Atticus, and not feel that Cicero\nwould have been an infinitely happier and better man, and a not less", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncelebrated man, if he had left us fewer speeches, and more Academic\nQuestions and Tusculan Disputations; if he had passed the time which he\nspent in brawling with Vatinius and Clodius in producing a history\nof Rome superior even to that of Livy? But these, as I said, are\nmeditations in a quiet garden, situated far beyond the contagious\ninfluence of English action. What I might feel if I again saw Downing\nStreet and Palace Yard is another question. I tell you sincerely my\npresent feelings.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have cast up my reading account, and brought it to the end of the year\n1835. It includes December 1834; for I came into my house and unpacked\nmy books at the end of November 1834. During the last thirteen months\nI have read Aeschylus twice; Sophocles twice; Euripides once; Pindar\ntwice; Callimachus; Apollonius Rhodius; Quintus Calaber; Theocritus\ntwice; Herodotus; Thucydides; almost all Xenophon's works; almost all\nPlato; Aristotle's Politics, and a good deal of his Organon, besides", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ndipping elsewhere in him; the whole of Plutarch's Lives; about half of\nLucian; two or three books of Athenaeus; Plautus twice; Terence twice;\nLucretius twice; Catullus; Tibullus; Propertius; Lucan; Statius; Silius\nItalicus; Livy; Velleius Paterculus; Sallust; Caesar; and, lastly,\nCicero. I have, indeed, still a little of Cicero left; but I shall\nfinish him in a few days. I am now deep in Aristophanes and Lucian.\nOf Aristophanes I think as I always thought; but Lucian has agreeably", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsurprised me. At school I read some of his Dialogues of the Dead when I\nwas thirteen; and, to my shame, I never, to the best of my belief, read\na line of him since. I am charmed with him. His style seems to me to be\nsuperior to that of any extant writer who lived later than the age of\nDemosthenes and Theophrastus. He has a most peculiar and delicious\nvein of humour. It is not the humour of Aristophanes; it is not that of\nPlato; and yet it is akin to both; not quite equal, I admit, to either,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbut still exceedingly charming. I hardly know where to find an instance\nof a writer, in the decline of a literature, who has shown an invention\nso rich, and a taste so pure. But, if I get on these matters, I shall\nfill sheet after sheet. They must wait till we take another long walk,\nor another tavern dinner, together; that is, till the summer of 1838.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI had a long story to tell you about a classical examination here; but I\nhave not time. I can only say that some of the competitors tried to read\nthe Greek with the papers upside down; and that the great man of the\nexamination, the Thirlwall of Calcutta, a graduate of Trinity College,\nDublin, translated the words of Theophrastus, osas leitourgias\nleleitroupgeke \"how many times he has performed divine service.\" [\"How\nmany public services he had discharged at his own expense.\" Macaulay", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nused to say that a lady who dips into Mr. Grote's history, and learns\nthat Alcibiades won the heart of his fellow-citizens by the novelty of\nhis theories and the splendour of his liturgies, may get a very false\nnotion of that statesman's relations with the Athenian public.]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThat the enormous list of classical works recorded in the foregoing\nletter was not only read through, but read with care, is proved by the\npencil marks, single, double, and treble, which meander down the margin\nof such passages as excited the admiration of the student; and by the\nremarks, literary, historical, and grammatical, with which the critic\nhas interspersed every volume, and sometimes every page. In the case\nof a favourite writer, Macaulay frequently corrects the errors of the", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npress, and even the punctuation, as minutely as if he were preparing\nthe book for another edition. He read Plautus, Terence, and Aristophanes\nfour times through at Calcutta; and Euripides thrice. [See the Appendix\nat the end.] In his copy of Quintus Calaber, (a versifier who is less\nunknown by the title of Quintus Smyrnaeus,) appear the entries,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"September 22, 1833.\" \"Turned over, July 13, 1837.\"\n\nIt may be doubted whether the Pandects would have attained the celebrity\nwhich they enjoy, if, in the course of the three years during which\nJustinian's Law Commission was at work, the president Tribonian had read\nQuintus Smyrnaeus twice.\n\nCalcutta; May 30, 1836.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--I have just received your letter dated December, 28; How\ntime flies! Another hot season has almost passed away, and we are daily\nexpecting the beginning of the rains. Cold season, hot season, and\nrainy season are all much the same to me. I shall have been two years on\nIndian ground in less than a fortnight, and I have not taken ten grains\nof solid, or a pint of liquid, medicine during the whole of that time.\nIf I judged only from my own sensations, I should say that this climate", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nis absurdly maligned; but the yellow, spectral, figures which surround\nme serve to correct the conclusions which I should be inclined to draw\nfrom the state of my own health.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOne execrable effect the climate produces. It destroys all the works of\nman with scarcely one exception. Steel rusts; razors lose their edge;\nthread decays; clothes fall to pieces; books moulder away, and drop out\nof their bindings; plaster cracks; timber rots; matting is in shreds.\nThe sun, the steam of this vast alluvial tract, and the infinite armies\nof white ants, make such havoc with buildings that a house requires\na complete repair every three years. Ours was in this situation about", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthree months ago; and, if we had determined to brave the rains without\nany precautions, we should, in all probability, have had the roof down\non our heads. Accordingly we were forced to migrate for six weeks from\nour stately apartments and our flower-beds, to a dungeon where we were\nstifled with the stench of native cookery, and deafened by the noise\nof native music. At last we have returned to our house. We found it\nall snow-white and pea-green; and we rejoice to think that we shall not", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe have been for some months in the middle of what the people here think\na political storm. To a person accustomed to the hurricanes of English\nfaction this sort of tempest in a horsepond is merely ridiculous.\nWe have put the English settlers up the country under the exclusive\njurisdiction of the Company's Courts in civil actions in which they are\nconcerned with natives. The English settlers are perfectly contented;\nbut the lawyers of the Supreme Court have set up a yelp which they think", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nterrible, and which has infinitely diverted me. They have selected me as\nthe object of their invectives, and I am generally the theme of five\nor six columns of prose and verse daily. I have not patience to read\na tenth part of what they put forth. The last ode in my praise which I\nperused began,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Soon we hope they will recall ye,\n Tom Macaulay, Tom Macaulay.\"\n\nThe last prose which I read was a parallel between me and Lord\nStrafford.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy mornings, from five to nine, are quite my own. I still give them\nto ancient literature. I have read Aristophanes twice through since\nChristmas; and have also read Herodotus, and Thucydides again. I got\ninto a way last year of reading a Greek play every Sunday. I began on\nSunday the 18th of October with the Prometheus, and next Sunday I shall\nfinish with the Cyclops of Euripides. Euripides has made a complete\nconquest of me. It has been unfortunate for him that we have so many", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof his pieces. It has, on the other hand, I suspect, been fortunate for\nSophocles that so few of his have come down to us. Almost every play of\nSophocles, which is now extant, was one of his masterpieces. There\nis hardly one of them which is not mentioned with high praise by some\nancient writer. Yet one of them, the Trachiniae, is, to my thinking,\nvery poor and insipid. Now, if we had nineteen plays of Sophocles, of\nwhich twelve or thirteen should be no better than the Trachiniae,--and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nif, on the other hand, only seven pieces of Euripides had come down to\nus, and if those seven had been the Medea, the Bacchae, the Iphigenia in\nAulis, the Orestes, the Phoenissae, the Hippolytus, and the Alcestis, I\nam not sure that the relative position which the two poets now hold in\nour estimation would not be greatly altered.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have not done much in Latin. I have been employed in turning over\nseveral third-rate and fourth-rate writers. After finishing Cicero, I\nread through the works of both the Senecas, father and son. There is\na great deal in the Controversiae both of curious information, and of\njudicious criticism. As to the son, I cannot bear him. His style affects\nme in something the same way with that of Gibbon. But Lucius Seneca's\naffectation is even more rank than Gibbon's. His works are made up of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nmottoes. There is hardly a sentence which might not be quoted; but to\nread him straightforward is like dining on nothing but anchovy sauce.\nI have read, as one does read such stuff, Valerius Maximus, Annaeus\nFlorus, Lucius Ampelius, and Aurelius Victor. I have also gone through\nPhaedrus. I am now better employed. I am deep in the Annals of Tacitus,\nand I am at the same time reading Suetonius.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou are so rich in domestic comforts that I am inclined to envy you. I\nam not, however, without my share. I am as fond of my little niece\nas her father. I pass an hour or more every day in nursing her, and\nteaching her to talk. She has got as far as Ba, Pa, and Ma; which, as\nshe is not eight months old, we consider as proofs of a genius little\ninferior to that of Shakespeare or Sir Isaac Newton.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe municipal elections have put me in good spirits as to English\npolitics. I was rather inclined to despondency.\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nCalcutta: July 25, 1836.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Ellis,--I have heard from you again, and glad I always am to\nhear from you. There are few things to which I look forward with more\npleasure than to our meeting. It is really worth while to go into\nbanishment for a few years for the pleasure of going home again. Yet\nthat home will in some things be a different home--oh how different a\nhome!--from that to which I expected to return. But I will not stir up\nthe bitterness of sorrow which has at last subsided.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYou take interest, I see, in my Greek and Latin studies. I continue to\npursue them steadily and actively. I am now reading Demosthenes with\ninterest and admiration indescribable. I am slowly, at odd minutes,\ngetting through the stupid trash of Diodorus. I have read through\nSeneca, and an affected empty scribbler he is. I have read Tacitus\nagain, and, by the bye, I will tell you a curious circumstance relating\nto that matter. In my younger days I always thought the Annals a", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nprodigiously superior work to the History. I was surprised to find that\nthe Annals seemed cold and poor to me on the last reading. I began to\nthink that I had overrated Tacitus. But, when I began the History, I was\nenchanted, and thought more highly of him than ever. I went back to the\nAnnals, and liked them even better than the History. All at once the\nexplanation of this occurred to me. While I was reading the Annals I\nwas reading Thucydides. When I began the History, I began the Hellenics.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhat made the Annals appear cold and poor to me was the intense interest\nwhich Thucydides inspired. Indeed, what colouring is there which would\nnot look tame when placed side by side with the magnificent light, and\nthe terrible shade, of Thucydides? Tacitus was a great man, but he was\nnot up to the Sicilian expedition. When I finished Thucydides, and\ntook up Xenophon, the case was reversed. Tacitus had been a foil to\nThucydides. Xenophon was a foil to Tacitus.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have read Pliny the Younger. Some of the Epistles are interesting.\nNothing more stupid than the Panegyric was ever preached in the\nUniversity church. I am reading the Augustan History, and Aulus Gellius.\nAulus is a favourite of mine. I think him one of the best writers of his\nclass.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI read in the evenings a great deal of English, French, and Italian;\nand a little Spanish. I have picked up Portuguese enough to read Camoens\nwith care; and I want no more. I have adopted an opinion about the\nItalian historians quite different from that which I formerly held, and\nwhich, I believe, is generally considered as orthodox. I place Fra Paolo\ndecidedly at the head of them, and next to him Davila, whom I take to\nbe the best modern military historian except Colonel Napier. Davila's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbattle of Ivry is worthy of Thucydides himself. Next to Davila I put\nGuicciardini, and last of all Machiavelli. But I do not think that you\never read much Italian.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe English poetry of the day has very few attractions for me. Van\nArtevelde is far the best specimen that I have lately seen. I do not\nmuch like Talfourd's Ion; but I mean to read it again. It contains\npretty lines; but, to my thinking, it is neither fish nor flesh. There\nis too much, and too little, of the antique about it. Nothing but the\nmost strictly classical costume can reconcile me to a mythological plot;\nand Ion is a modern philanthropist, whose politics and morals have been", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI do not know whether the noise which the lawyers of the Supreme Court\nhave been raising against our legislative authority has reached, or\nwill reach, England. They held a public meeting, which ended,--or rather\nbegan, continued, and ended,--in a riot; and ever since then the leading\nagitators have been challenging each other, refusing each other's\nchallenges, libelling each other, swearing the peace against each other,\nand blackballing each other. Mr. Longueville Clarke, who aspires to", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nbe the O'Connell of Calcutta, called another lawyer a liar. The\nlast-mentioned lawyer challenged Mr. Longueville Clarke. Mr. Longueville\nClarke refused to fight, on the ground that his opponent had been\nguilty of hugging attorneys. The Bengal Club accordingly blackballed\nLongueville. This, and some other similar occurrences, have made the\nopposition here thoroughly ridiculous and contemptible. They will\nprobably send a petition home; but, unless the House of Commons has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have almost brought my letter to a close without mentioning the most\nimportant matter about which I had to write. I dare say you have heard\nthat my uncle General Macaulay, who died last February, has left me\nL10,000 This legacy, together with what I shall have saved by the end of\n1837, will make me quite a rich man; richer than I even wish to be as a\nsingle man; and every day renders it more unlikely that I should marry.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWe have had a very unhealthy season; but sickness has not come near our\nhouse. My sister, my brother-in-law, and their little child, are as well\nas possible. As to me, I think that, as Buonaparte said of himself after\nthe Russian campaign, J'ai le diable au corps.\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nTo Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\nCalcutta: November 26, 1836.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--At last I send you an article of interminable length about\nLord Bacon. I hardly know whether it is not too long for an article in a\nReview; but the subject is of such vast extent that I could easily have\nmade the paper twice as long as it is.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAbout the historical and political part there is no great probability\nthat we shall differ in opinion; but what I have said about Bacon's\nphilosophy is widely at variance with what Dugald Stuart, and\nMackintosh, have said on the same subject. I have not your essay; nor\nhave I read it since I read it at Cambridge, with very great pleasure,\nbut without any knowledge of the subject. I have at present only a very\nfaint and general recollection of its contents, and have in vain tried", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nto procure a copy of it here. I fear, however, that, differing widely\nas I do from Stewart and Mackintosh, I shall hardly agree with you. My\nopinion is formed, not at second hand, like those of nine-tenths of the\npeople who talk about Bacon; but after several very attentive perusals\nof his greatest works, and after a good deal of thought. If I am in the\nwrong, my errors may set the minds of others at work, and may be the\nmeans of bringing both them, and me, to a knowledge of the truth. I", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nnever bestowed so much care on anything that I have written. There is\nnot a sentence in the latter half of the article which has not been\nrepeatedly recast. I have no expectation that the popularity of the\narticle will bear any proportion to the trouble which I have expended\non it. But the trouble has been so great a pleasure to me that I have\nalready been greatly overpaid. Pray look carefully to the printing.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn little more than a year I shall be embarking for England, and I\nhave determined to employ the four months of my voyage in mastering\nthe German language. I should be much obliged to you to send me out,\nas early as you can, so that they may be certain to arrive in time, the\nbest grammar, and the best dictionary, that can be procured; a German\nBible; Schiller's works; Goethe's works; and Niebuhr's History, both in\nthe original, and in the translation. My way of learning a language is", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalways to begin with the Bible, which I can read without a dictionary.\nAfter a few days passed in this way, I am master of all the common\nparticles, the common rules of syntax, and a pretty large vocabulary.\nThen I fall on some good classical work. It was in this way that I\nlearned both Spanish and Portuguese, and I shall try the same course\nwith German.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have little or nothing to tell you about myself. My life has flowed\naway here with strange rapidity. It seems but yesterday that I left\nmy country; and I am writing to beg you to hasten preparations for my\nreturn. I continue to enjoy perfect health, and the little political\nsqualls which I have had to weather here are mere capfuls of wind to a\nman who has gone through the great hurricanes of English faction.\n\nI shall send another copy of the article on Bacon by another ship.\n\nYours very truly", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Napier,--There is an oversight in the article on Bacon which I\nshall be much obliged to you to correct. I have said that Bacon did not\ndeal at all in idle rants \"like those in which Cicero and Mr. Shandy\nsought consolation for the loss of Tullia and of Bobby.\" Nothing can, as\na general remark, be more true, but it escaped my recollection that two\nor three of Mr. Shandy's consolatory sentences are quoted from Bacon's\nEssays. The illustration, therefore, is singularly unfortunate. Pray", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nalter it thus; \"in which Cicero vainly sought consolation for the loss\nof Tullia.\" To be sure, it is idle to correct such trifles at a distance\nof fifteen thousand miles.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nYours ever\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nFrom Lord Jeffrey to Macvey Napier, Esq.\n\nMay 2, 1837.\n\nMy dear N.,--What mortal could ever dream of cutting out the least\nparticle of this precious work, to make it fit better into your Review?\nIt would be worse than paring down the Pitt Diamond to fit the old\nsetting of a Dowager's ring. Since Bacon himself, I do not know that\nthere has been anything so fine. The first five or six pages are in a\nlower tone, but still magnificent, and not to be deprived of a word.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nStill, I do not object to consider whether it might not be best to serve\nup the rich repast in two courses; and on the whole I incline to that\npartition. 120 pages might cloy even epicures, and would be sure to\nsurfeit the vulgar; and the biography and philosophy are so entirely\ndistinct, and of not very unequal length, that the division would not\nlook like a fracture.\n\nFRANCIS JEFFREY.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn the end, the article appeared entire; occupying 104 pages of the\nReview; and accompanied by an apology for its length in the shape of one\nof those editorial appeals to \"the intelligent scholar,\" and \"the best\nclass of our readers,\" which never fail of success.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe letters addressed to Zachary Macaulay are half filled with anecdotes\nof the nursery; pretty enough, but such as only a grandfather could\nbe expected to read. In other respects, the correspondence is chiefly\nremarkable for the affectionate ingenuity with which the son selects\nsuch topics as would interest the father.\n\nCalcutta: October 12 1836.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy dear Father, We were extremely gratified by receiving, a few days\nago, a letter from you which, on the whole, gave a good account of your\nhealth and spirits. The day after tomorrow is the first anniversary of\nyour little grand-daughter's birthday. The occasion is to be celebrated\nwith a sort of droll puppet-show, much in fashion among the natives; an\nexhibition much in the style of Punch in England, but more dramatic and\nmore showy. All the little boys and girls from the houses of our friends", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nare invited, and the party will, I have no doubt, be a great deal more\namusing than the stupid dinners and routs with which the grown-up people\nhere kill the time.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIn a few months,--I hope, indeed, in a few weeks,--we shall send up the\nPenal Code to Government. We have got rid of the punishment of death,\nexcept in the case of aggravated treason and wilful murder. We shall\nalso get rid indirectly of everything that can properly be called\nslavery in India. There will remain civil claims on particular people\nfor particular services, which claims may be enforced by civil action;\nbut no person will be entitled, on the plea of being the master of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOur English schools are flourishing wonderfully. We find it\ndifficult,--indeed, in some places impossible,--to provide instruction\nfor all who want it. At the single town of Hoogly fourteen hundred boys\nare learning English. The effect of this education on the Hindoos is\nprodigious. No Hindoo, who has received an English education, ever\nremains sincerely attached to his religion. Some continue to profess it\nas matter of policy; but many profess themselves pure Deists, and", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nsome embrace Christianity. It is my firm belief that, if our plans of\neducation are followed up, there will not be a single idolater among\nthe respectable classes in Bengal thirty years hence. And this will\nbe effected without any efforts to proselytise; without the smallest\ninterference with religious liberty; merely by the natural operation of\nknowledge and reflection. I heartily rejoice in the prospect.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been a sincere mourner for Mill. He and I were on the best terms,\nand his services at the India House were never so much needed as at this\ntime. I had a most kind letter from him a few weeks before I heard of\nhis death. He has a son just come out, to whom I have shown such little\nattentions as are in my power.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWithin half a year after the time when you read this we shall be making\narrangements for our return. The feelings with which I look forward to\nthat return I cannot express. Perhaps I should be wise to continue\nhere longer, in order to enjoy during a greater number of months the\ndelusion,--for I know that it will prove a delusion,--of this delightful\nhope. I feel as if I never could be unhappy in my own country; as if\nto exist on English ground and among English people, seeing the old", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfamiliar sights and hearing the sound of my mother tongue, would be\nenough for me. This cannot be; yet some days of intense happiness I\nshall surely have; and one of those will be the day when I again see my\ndear father and sisters.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--How the months run away! Here is another cold season;\nmorning fogs, cloth coats, green peas, new potatoes, and all the\naccompaniments of a Bengal winter. As to my private life, it has glided\non, since I wrote to you last, in the most peaceful monotony. If it were\nnot for the books which I read, and for the bodily and mental growth of\nmy dear little niece, I should have no mark to distinguish one part of\nthe year from another. Greek and Latin, breakfast; business, an evening", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwalk with a book, a drive after sunset, dinner, coffee, my bed,--there\nyou have the history of a day. My classical studies go on vigorously.\nI have read Demosthenes twice,--I need not say with what delight and\nadmiration. I am now deep in Isocrates and from him I shall pass to\nLysias. I have finished Diodorus Siculus at last, after dawdling over\nhim at odd times ever since last March. He is a stupid, credulous,\nprosing old ass; yet I heartily wish that we had a good deal more of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nhim. I have read Arrian's expedition of Alexander, together with Quintus\nCurtius. I have at stray hours read Longus's Romance and Xenophon's\nEphesiaca; and I mean to go through Heliodorus, and Achilles Tatius,\nin the same way. Longus is prodigiously absurd; but there is often an\nexquisite prettiness in the style. Xenophon's Novel is the basest thing\nto be found in Greek. [Xenophon the Ephesian lived in the third or\nfourth century of the Christian era. At the end of his work Macaulay has", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nwritten: \"A most stupid worthless performance, below the lowest trash of\nan English circulating library.\" Achilles Tatius he disposes of with\nthe words \"Detestable trash;\" and the Aethiopics of Heliodorus, which he\nappears to have finished on Easter-day, 1837, he pronounces \"The best of\nthe Greek Romances, which is not saying much for it.\"] It was discovered\nat Florence, little more than a hundred years ago, by an English envoy.\nNothing so detestable ever came from the Minerva Press. I have read", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAs to Latin, I made a heroic attempt on Pliny's Natural History; but I\nstuck after getting through about a quarter of it. I have read Ammianus\nMarcellinus, the worst written book in ancient Latin. The style would\ndisgrace a monk of the tenth century; but Marcellinus has many of the\nsubstantial qualities of a good historian. I have gone through the\nAugustan history, and much other trash relating to the lower empire;\ncurious as illustrating the state of society, but utterly worthless as", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\ncomposition. I have read Statius again and thought him as bad as ever.\nI really found only two lines worthy of a great poet in all the Thebais.\nThey are these. What do you think of my taste?", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Clamorem, bello qualis supremus apertis\n Urbibus, aut pelago jam descendente carina.\"\n\nI am now busy with Quintilian and Lucan, both excellent writers. The\ndream of Pompey in the seventh book of the Pharsalia is a very noble\npiece of writing. I hardly know an instance in poetry of so great an\neffect produced by means so simple. There is something irresistibly\npathetic in the lines\n\n \"Qualis erat populi facies, clamorque faventum\n Olim cum juvenis--\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nand something unspeakably solemn in the sudden turn which follows\n\n \"Crastina dira quies--\"\n\nThere are two passages in Lucan which surpass in eloquence anything\nthat I know in the Latin language. One is the enumeration of Pompey's\nexploits\n\n \"Quod si tam sacro dignaris nomine saxum--\"\n\nThe other is the character which Cato gives of Pompey,\n\n \"Civis obit, inquit--\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\na pure gem of rhetoric, without one flaw, and, in my opinion, not\nvery far from historical truth. When I consider that Lucan died at\ntwenty-six, I cannot help ranking him among the most extraordinary men\nthat ever lived.\n\n[The following remarks occur at the end of Macaulay's copy of the\nPharsalia\n\nAugust 30, 1835.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"When Lucan's age is considered, it is impossible not to allow that the\npoem is a very extraordinary one; more extraordinary, perhaps, than if\nit had been of a higher kind; for it is more common for the imagination\nto be in full vigour at an early time of life than for a young man to\nobtain a complete mastery of political and philosophical rhetoric. I\nknow no declamation in the world, not even Cicero's best, which equals\nsome passages in the Pharsalia. As to what were meant for bold poetical", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nflights,--the sea-fight at Marseilles, the Centurion who is covered\nwith wounds, the snakes in the Libyan desert, it is all as detestable as\nCibber's Birthday Odes. The furious partiality of Lucan takes away much\nof the pleasure which his talents would otherwise afford. A poet who\nis, as has often been said, less a poet than a historian, should to a\ncertain degree conform to the laws of history. The manner in which he\nrepresents the two parties is not to be reconciled with the laws even of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nfiction. The senators are demigods; Pompey, a pure lover of his country;\nCato, the abstract idea of virtue; while Caesar, the finest gentleman,\nthe most humane conqueror, and the most popular politician that Rome\never produced, is a bloodthirsty ogre. If Lucan had lived, he would\nprobably have improved greatly.\" \"Again, December 9, 1836,\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI am glad that you have so much business, and sorry that you have so\nlittle leisure. In a few years you will be a Baron of the Exchequer; and\nthen we shall have ample time to talk over our favourite classics. Then\nI will show you a most superb emendation of Bentley's in Ampelius, and\nI will give you unanswerable reasons for pronouncing that Gibbon was\nmistaken in supposing that Quintus Curtius wrote under Gordian.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nRemember me most kindly to Mrs. Ellis. I hope that I shall find Frank\nwriting as good Alcaics as his father.\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.\n\nCalcutta: March 8, 1837.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--I am at present very much worked, and have been so for a\nlong time past. Cameron, after being laid up for some months, sailed at\nChristmas for the Cape, where I hope his health will be repaired; for\nthis country can very ill spare him. However, we have almost brought\nour great work to a conclusion. In about a month we shall lay before the\nGovernment a complete penal Code for a hundred millions of people,\nwith a commentary explaining and defending the provisions of the text.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nWhether it is well, or ill, done heaven knows. I only know that it seems\nto me to be very ill done when I look at it by itself; and well done\nwhen I compare it with Livingstone's Code, with the French Code, or\nwith the English statutes which have been passed for the purpose of\nconsolidating and amending the Criminal Law. In health I am as well\nas ever I was in my life. Time glides fast. One day is so like another\nthat, but for a habit which I acquired soon after I reached India of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npencilling in my books the date of my reading them, I should have hardly\nany way of estimating the lapse of time. If I want to know when an event\ntook place, I call to mind which of Calderon's plays, or of Plutarch's\nLives, I was reading on that day. I turn to the book; find the date; and\nam generally astonished to see that, what seems removed from me by only\ntwo or three months, really happened nearly a year ago.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI intend to learn German on my voyage home, and I have indented largely,\n(to use our Indian official term), for the requisite books. People tell\nme that it is a hard language; but I cannot easily believe that there is\na language which I cannot master in four months, by working ten hours\na day. I promise myself very great delight and information from German\nliterature; and, over and above, I feel a soft of presentiment, a kind\nof admonition of the Deity, which assures me that the final cause of my", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nexistence,--the end for which I was sent into this vale of tears,--was\nto make game of certain Germans. The first thing to be done in obedience\nto this heavenly call is to learn German; and then I may perhaps try, as\nMilton says,", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nThe years which Macaulay spent in India formed a transition period\nbetween the time when he kept no journal at all, and the time when the\ndaily portion of his journal was completed as regularly as the daily\nportion of his History. Between 1834 and 1838, he contented himself with\njotting down any circumstance that struck his fancy in the book which he\nhappened to have in hand. The records of his Calcutta life, written in\nhalf a dozen different languages, are scattered throughout the whole", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nrange of classical literature from Hesiod to Macrobius. At the end\nof the eighty-ninth Epistle of Seneca we read: \"April 11, 1836. Hodie\npraemia distribui tois en to mouseio Sanskritiko neaniskois. [To-day I\ndistributed the prizes to the students of the Sanscrit College.\"]", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the last page of the Birds of Aristophanes: \"Jan. 16, 1836. Oi\npresbeis of papa ton Basileos ton Nepauliton eisegonto khthes es\nKalkouttan.\" [\"The ambassadors from the King of Nepaul entered Calcutta\nyesterday.\" It may be observed that Macaulay wrote Greek with or without\naccents, according to the humour, or hurry, of the moment.]\n\nOn the first page of Theocrats: \"March 20, 1835. Lord W. Bentinck sailed\nthis morning.\"", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOn the last page of the \"De Amicitia:\" \"March 5, 1836. Yesterday Lord\nAuckland arrived at Government House, and was sworn in.\"\n\nBeneath an idyl of Moschus, of all places in the world, Macaulay notes\nthe fact of Peel being First Lord of the Treasury; and he finds space,\nbetween two quotations in Athenaeus, to commemorate a Ministerial\nmajority of 29 on the Second Reading of the Irish Church Bill.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nA somewhat nearer approach to a formal diary may be found in his\nCatullus, which contains a catalogue of the English books that he read\nin the cold season of 1835-36; as for instance\n\n Gibbon's Answer to Davis. November 6 and 7\n Gibbon on Virgil's VI Aeneid November 7\n Whately's Logic November 15\n Thirlwall's Greece November 22\n Edinburgh Review November 29", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nAnd all this was in addition to his Greek and Latin studies, to his\nofficial work, to the French that he read with his sister, and the\nunrecorded novels that he read to himself; which last would alone have\nafforded occupation for two ordinary men, unless this month of November\nwas different from every other month of his existence since the day that\nhe left Mr. Preston's schoolroom. There is something refreshing, amidst\nthe long list of graver treatises, to light upon a periodical entry of", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n\"Pikwikina\"; the immortal work of a Classic who has had more readers in\na single year than Statius and Seneca in all their eighteen centuries\ntogether. Macaulay turned over with indifference, and something of\ndistaste, the earlier chapters of that modern Odyssey. The first touch\nwhich came home to him was Jingle's \"Handsome Englishman?\" In that\nphrase he recognised a master; and, by the time that he landed in\nEngland, he knew his Pickwick almost as intimately as his Grandison.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nCalcutta: June 15, 1837\n\nDear Napier,--Your letter about my review of Mackintosh miscarried,\nvexatiously enough. I should have been glad to know what was thought of\nmy performance among friends and foes; for here we have no information\non such subjects. The literary correspondents of the Calcutta newspapers\nseem to be penny-a-line risen, whose whole stock of literature comes\nfrom the conversations in the Green Room.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy long article on Bacon has, no doubt, been in your hands some time. I\nnever, to the best of my recollection, proposed to review Hannah More's\nLife or Works. If I did, it must have been in jest. She was exactly\nthe very last person in the world about whom I should choose to write\na critique. She was a very kind friend to me from childhood. Her notice\nfirst called out my literary tastes. Her presents laid the foundation\nof my library. She was to me what Ninon was to Voltaire,--begging her", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\npardon for comparing her to a bad woman, and yours for comparing myself\nto a great man. She really was a second mother to me. I have a real\naffection for her memory. I therefore could not possibly write about her\nunless I wrote in her praise; and all the praise which I could give to\nher writings, even after straining my conscience in her favour, would be\nfar indeed from satisfying any of her admirers.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI will try my hand on Temple, and on Lord Clive. Shaftesbury I shall\nlet alone. Indeed, his political life is so much connected with Temple's\nthat, without endless repetition, it would be impossible for me to\nfurnish a separate article on each. Temple's Life and Works, the part\nwhich he took in the controversy about the ancients and moderns; the\nOxford confederacy against Bentley; and the memorable victory which\nBentley obtained, will be good subjects. I am in training for this part", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI have been almost incessantly engaged in public business since I sent\noff the paper on Bacon; but I expect to have comparative leisure\nduring the short remainder of my stay here. The Penal Code of India is\nfinished, and is in the press. The illness of two of my colleagues threw\nthe work almost entirely on me. It is done, however; and I am not likely\nto be called upon for vigorous exertion during the rest of my Indian\ncareer.\n\nYours ever\n\nT. B. MACAULAY.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nIf you should have assigned Temple, or Clive, to anybody else, pray do\nnot be uneasy on that account. The pleasure of writing pays itself.\n\nCalcutta: December 18, 1837.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nDear Ellis,--My last letter was on a deeply melancholy subject, the\ndeath of our poor friend Malkin. I have felt very much for his widow.\nThe intensity of her affliction, and the fortitude and good feeling\nwhich she showed as soon as the first agony was over, have interested me\ngreatly in her. Six or seven of Malkin's most intimate friends here have\njoined with Ryan and me, in subscribing to put up a plain marble\ntablet in the cathedral, for which I have written an inscription. [This", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nMy departure is now near at hand. This is the last letter which I shall\nwrite to you from India. Our passage is taken in the Lord Hungerford;\nthe most celebrated of the huge floating hotels which run between London\nand Calcutta. She is more renowned for the comfort and luxury of her\ninternal arrangements than for her speed. As we are to stop at the Cape\nfor a short time, I hardly expect to be with you till the end of May, or\nthe beginning of June. I intend to make myself a good German scholar by", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthe time of my arrival in England. I have already, at leisure moments\nbroken the ice. I have read about half of the New Testament in Luther's\ntranslation, and am now getting rapidly, for a beginner, through\nSchiller's History of the Thirty Years' War. My German library consists\nof all Goethe's works, all Schiller's works, Muller's History of\nSwitzerland, some of Tieck, some of Lessing, and other works of less\nfame. I hope to despatch them all on my way home. I like Schiller's", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nstyle exceedingly. His history contains a great deal of very just and\ndeep thought, conveyed in language so popular and agreeable that dunces\nwould think him superficial.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nI lately took it into my head to obtain some knowledge of the Fathers,\nand I read therefore a good deal of Athanasius, which by no means raised\nhim in my opinion. I procured the magnificent edition of Chrysostom, by\nMontfaucon, from a public library here, and turned over the eleven huge\nfolios, reading wherever the subject was of peculiar interest. As to\nreading him through, the thing is impossible. These volumes contain\nmatter at least equal to the whole extant literature of the best times", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nof Greece, from Homer to Aristotle inclusive. There are certainly some\nvery brilliant passages in his homilies. It seems curious that, though\nthe Greek literature began to flourish so much earlier than the Latin,\nit continued to flourish so much later. Indeed, if you except the\ncentury which elapsed between Cicero's first public appearance and\nLivy's death, I am not sure that there was any time at which Greece had\nnot writers equal or superior to their Roman contemporaries. I am sure", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nthat no Latin writer of the age of Lucian is to be named with Lucian;\nthat no Latin writer of the age of Longinus is to be named with\nLonginus; that no Latin prose of the age of Chrysostom can be named with\nChrysostom's compositions. I have read Augustin's Confessions. The book\nis not without interest; but he expresses himself in the style of a\nfield-preacher.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\nOur Penal Code is to be published next week. It has cost me very intense\nlabour; and, whatever its faults may be, it is certainly not a slovenly\nperformance. Whether the work proves useful to India or not, it has been\nof great use, I feel and know, to my own mind.", "Life and Letters of Lord Macaulay Vol. 1 by George Otto Trevelyan\n[In October 1854, Macaulay writes to my mother: \"I cannot but be pleased\nto find that, at last, the Code on which I bestowed the labour of two of\nthe best years of my life has had justice done to it. Had this justice\nbeen done sixteen years ago, I should probably have given much more\nattention to legislation, and much less to literature than I have done.\nI do not know that I should have been either happier or more useful than\nI have been.\"]\n\nEver yours affectionately\n\nT. B. MACAULAY."]

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https://www.cancer.gov/publications/dictionaries/cancer-terms/def/ais

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["Facebook\nA condition in which abnormal cells are found in the glandular tissue that lines certain internal organs, such as the uterus, cervix, lung, pancreas, and colon. AIS, which occurs most often in the cervix, may become cancer and spread to nearby normal tissue. Also called adenocarcinoma in situ."]

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http://www.case.edu/cwruresearch/?nw_view=1397211666

Student Research Undergraduate Students Our combination of undergraduate, graduate and professional schools dramatically increases the range of opportunities for student research. And we believe in undergraduate research so strongly that we even have an o

["ffice solely dedicated to the subject: SOURCE, or Support of Undergraduate Research & Creative Endeavors.", "\nEvery student in the university-track MD program must complete a significant research effort. More information is available on the School of Medicine's website.\nThose in the five-year Cleveland Clinic Lerner College of Medicine track devote a full year to their projects. Learn more.\nGeneral research overviews:"]

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http://www.frostburg.edu/home/news/university-news-portal/frostburg-state-university-sociology-club-to-sponsor-cancer-walk/

» Frostburg State University Sociology Club to Sponsor Cancer Walk Frostburg State University Sociology Club to Sponsor Cancer Walk The Frostburg State University Sociology Club is sponsoring a Cancer Awareness Walk in Frostburg on Saturday, April 28. Wit

["h this event, the Sociology Club is hoping to raise $5,000 to fund various American Cancer Society programs and services.", "\nThe walk will begin at 1 p.m. Tables are set up in the FSU Lane Center for registration and information. Companies and student organizations may buy banners with their logos to show support for Awareness Walk participants. Company banners are available for $75, while student organization banners are available for $50.\nDonations are also appreciated by those who would like to show support without participating in the walk.", "\nThe deadline for registration is April 2. For registration and information, contact Tracy Smith at (301) 689-1827."]

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http://www.columbia.edu/~sss31/Turkiye/ata/hayati.html

ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey

["ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nThe founder of the Turkish Republic and its first President, stands as a towering figure of the 20th Century. Among the great leaders of history, few have achieved so much in so short period, transformed the life of a nation as decisively, and given such profound inspiration to the world at large. Emerging as a military hero at the Dardanelles in 1915, he became the charismatic leader of the Turkish national liberation struggle in 1919.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nHe blazed across the world scene in the early 1920s as a triumphant\ncommander who crushed the invaders of his country. Following a series of\nimpressive victories against all odds, he led his nation to full independence.\nHe put an end to the antiquated Ottoman dynasty whose tale had lasted more than six centuries - and created the Republic of Turkey in 1923, establishing a new government truly representative of the nation's will.\nAs President for 15 years, until his death in 1938, Mustafa Kemal Atat\u00fcrk", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nintroduced a broad range of swift and sweeping reforms - in the political,\nsocial, legal, economic, and cultural spheres - virtually unparalleled in any other country.\nHis achievements in Turkey are an enduring monument to Atat\u00fcrk. Emerging nations admire him as a pioneer of national liberation. The world honors", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nhis memory as a foremost peacemaker who upheld the principles of humanism and the vision of a united humanity. Tributes have been offered to him through the decades by such world statesmen as lloyd George, Churchill, Roosevelt,\nNehru, de Gaulle, Adenauer, Bourguiba, Nasser, Kennedy, and countless others.\nA White House statement, issued on the occasion of \"The Atat\u00fcrk Centennial\"\nin 1981, pays homage to him as \"a great leader in times of war and peace\".", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nIt is fitting that there should be high praise for Atat\u00fcrk, an extraordinary\nleader of modern times, who said in 1933: \"I look to the world with an open\nheart full of pure feelings and friendship\".\nAtat\u00fcrk's Life\nNational Liberator\nFounder of the Republic\nLegal Transformation\nSocial Reforms\nThe New Language\nStrides in Education\nPeace at Home, Peace in the World\nUNESCO Resolution on the Atat\u00fcrk Centennial\n\"There are two Mustafa Kemals. One the flesh-and-blood Mustafa Kemal", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nwho now stands before you and who will pass away. the other is you, all\nof you here who will go to the far corners of our land to spread the ideals\nwhich must be defended with your lives if necessary. I stand for the nation's\ndreams, and my life's work is to make them come true.\"\nAtat\u00fcrk stands as one of the world's few historic figures who dedicated\ntheir lives totally to their nations.\nHe was born in 1881 (probably in the spring) in Salonica, then an Ottoman", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\ncity, now in Greece. His father Ali Riza, a customs official turned lumber\nmerchant, died when Mustafa was still a boy. His mother Zubeyde, a devout and\nstrong-willed woman, raised him and his sister. First enrolled in a traditional religious school, he soon switched to a modern school. In 1893, he entered a military high school where his mathematics teacher gave him\nthe second name Kemal (meaning perfection) in recognition of young Mustafa's superior achievement. He was thereafter known as Mustafa Kemal.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nIn 1905, Mustafa Kemal graduated from the War Academy in Istanbul with the\nrank of Staff Captain. Posted in Damascus, he started with several colleagues, a clandestine society called \"Homeland and Freedom\" to fight against\nthe Sultan's despotism. In 1908 he helped the group of officers who toppled\nthe Sultan. Mustafa Kemal's career flourished as he won his heroism in the\nfar corners of the Ottoman Empire, including Albania and Tripoli. He", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nalso briefly served as a staff officer in Salonica and Istanbul and as a\nmilitary attache in Sofia.\nIn 1915, when Dardanelles campaign was launched, Colonel Mustafa Kemal became\na national hero by winning successive victories and finally repelling the\ninvaders. Promoted to general in 1916, at age 35, he liberated two major\nprovinces in eastern Turkey that year. In the next two years, he served as\ncommander of several Ottoman armies in Palestine, Aleppo, and elsewhere,", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nachieving another major victory by stopping the enemy advance at Aleppo.\nOn May 19, 1919, Mustafa Kemal Pasha landed in the Black Sea port of Samsun\nto start the War of Independence. In defiance of the Sultan's government,\nhe rallied a liberation army in Anatolia and convened the Congress of\nErzurum and Sivas which established the basis for the new national effort under his leadership. On April 23, 1920, the Grand National Assembly was inaugurated. Mustafa Kemal Pasha was elected to its Presidency.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nFighting on many fronts, he led his forces to victory against rebels\nand invading armies. Following the Turkish triumph at the two major battles\nat Inonu in Western Turkey, the Grand National Assembly conferred on Mustafa Kemal Pasha the title of Commander-in-Chief with the rank of Marshal.\nAt the end of August 1922, the Turkish armies won their ultimate victory.\nWithin a few weeks, the Turkish mainland was completely liberated, the armistice signed, and the rule of the Ottoman dynasty abolished.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nIn July 1923, the national government signed the Lausanne Treaty with Great\nBritain, France, Greece, Italy, and others. In mid-October, Ankara became\nthe capital of the new Turkish State. On October 29, the Republic was\nproclaimed and Mustafa Kemal Pasha was unanimously elected President\nAtat\u00fcrk married Latife Usakligil in early 1923. The marriage ended in\ndivorce in 1925.\nThe account of Atat\u00fcrk's fifteen year Presidency is a saga of dramatic", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nmodernization. With indefatigable determination, he created a new political\nand legal system, abolished the Caliphate and made both government and\neducation secular, gave equal rights to women, changed the alphabet and\nthe attire, and advanced the arts and the sciences, agriculture and industry.\nIn 1934, when the surname law was adopted, the national parliament gave him\nthe name \"Atat\u00fcrk\" (Father of the Turks).", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nOn November 10, 1938, following an illness of a few months, the national liberator and the Father of modern Turkey died. But his legacy to his people\nand to the world endures.\n\"This nation has never lived without independence. We cannot and shall not live without it. Either independence or death.\"\nMustafa Kemal Pasha emerged as the national liberator of the Turks when\nthe Ottoman Empire, carved up by the Western Powers, was in its death throes.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nAlready a legendary hero of the Dardanelles and other fronts, he became in 1919\nthe leader of the Turkish emancipation. With a small and ill-equipped army,\nhe repelled the invading enemy forces on the East, on the South, and on the\nWest. He even had to contend with the Sultan's troops and local bands of rebels before he could gain complete control of the Turkish homeland. By\nSeptember 1922, he had received one of history's most difficult triumphs against internal opposition and powerful external enemies.", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nThe liberator ranks among the world's greatest strategists and holds the rare distinction of having maintained a perfect military record consisting\nof only victories and no defeats.\nAs the national struggle ended, the heroic leader proclaimed:\"\nFollowing the military triumph we accomplished by bayonets, weapons and blood,\nwe shall strive to win victories in such fields as culture, scholarship,\nscience, and economics,\" adding that \" the enduring benefits of", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nvictories depend only on the existence of an army of education.\"\nIt is for his military victories and his cultural and socio-political\nreforms, which gave Turkey its new life, that the Turkish nation holds\nAtat\u00fcrk in gratitude and reverence.\n\"Sovereignty belongs unconditionally to the people.\"\nOctober 29, 1923 is a fateful date in Turkish history. On that date. Mustafa", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nKemal Pasha, the liberator of his country, proclaimed the Republic of Turkey. The new homogeneous nation-state stood in sharp contrast to the\nmulti-ethnic Ottoman Empire out of whose ashes it arose. The dynasty and theocratic Ottoman system, with its Sultanate and Caliphate, thus came to\nand end. Atat\u00fcrk's Turkey dedicated itself to the sovereignty of the national\nwill - to the creation of, in President's words, \"the state of the people", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nThe Republic swiftly moved to put an end to the so-called \"Capitulations\n\", the special rights and previledges that the Ottomans had granted to some European powers.\nThe New Turkey's ideology was, and remains, \"Kemalism\", later known as\n\"Atat\u00fcrkism\". Its basic principles stress the republican form of\ngovernment representing the power of electorate, secular administration,", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nnationalism, mixed economy with state participation in many of the vital sectors, and modernization. Atat\u00fcrkism introduced to Turkey the process\nof parliamentary and participatory democracy.\nThe first Moslem nation to become a Republic, Turkey has served since the early 1920s as a model for Moslem and non-Moslem nations in the emerging\n\"We must liberate our concepts of justice, our laws and legal institutions\nfrom the bonds which hold a tight grip on us although they are incompatible", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nwith the needs of our century.\"\nBetween 1926 and 1930, the Turkish Republic achieved a legal transformation\nwhich might have required decades in most other countries. Religious laws were abolished, and a secular system of jurisprudence introduced. The concepts, the texts and contexts of the laws were made harmonious with the progressive\nthrust of Atat\u00fcrk's Turkey. \" The nation\", Atat\u00fcrk said, \" has\nplaced its faith in the precept that all laws should be inspired by actual needs", "ATATURK: Creator of Modern Turkey\nhere on earth as a basic fact of national life.\"\nAmong the far-reaching changes were"]

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["lease contact the Antitrust Documents Group. DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE\nOur Progress Towards International Convergence\nCHRISTINE A. VARNEY\nU.S. Department of Justice Remarks as Prepared for the\n36th Annual Fordham Competition Law Institute Annual Conference", "\non International Antitrust Law and Policy New York, New York", "\nThe Importance of Convergence in a Global Economy As my predecessor in the Antitrust Division, Assistant Attorney General Joel Klein, noted more than a decade ago: \"In today's global economy, no aspect of antitrust enforcement and antitrust policy is more important than its international dimension.\"(1) At that time, nearly 80 countries had adopted antitrust laws, actualizing their commitment to the competitive process and to the prevention of anticompetitive practices that harm consumers", "\nHowever, as the International Competition Policy Advisory Committee (\"ICPAC\") concluded in its Final Report issued in February 2000, \"the emergence of competition policy regimes has not meant a uniformity of substantive rules or institutional approaches around the world.\"(2) Among ICPAC's recommendations were that the United States and other nations undertake a Global Competition Initiative to create a new venue where governmental officials, private firms, and nongovernmental organizations (\"NGOs\") could discuss issues of competition law and policy", "\nOn October 25, 2001, antitrust officials from 14 jurisdictions launched the International Competition Network (\"ICN\"), the first international body devoted exclusively to international antitrust enforcement.(3) The tradition of fellowship among antitrust authorities continues at the ICN, and I am very much looking forward to working with John Fingleton of the United Kingdom's Office of Fair Trading, and the other members of the Steering Group, in the coming years", "\nIn the past decade, we have seen firms continue to extend their operations across borders and reach more consumers around the world than ever before, driven by the need for competitiveness on a global scale and powered by technological development. In this context of a global economy, divergence in substantive rules and procedural approaches poses significant difficulties for members of the business community", "\nThese firms seek greater transparency and expediency in enforcement processes,(4) as well as the assurance that their business practices or transactions \u2013 often subject to review in multiple jurisdictions \u2013 will be evaluated under consistent standards. With every discussion of convergence, the obvious and thorny limitations we", "\nface must be raised: the antitrust laws and enforcement policies of jurisdictions\ninevitably diverge due to differences in legal systems, some of which are foundational,\nand others not. Despite these limitations, we have made significant progress over the\nlast decade in the merger review context, which I will discuss today. The merger\ncontext is just one of the areas that reflects the great potential for our continued", "\ncollaboration on international antitrust issues. I believe we will be able to make further\nprogress in other substantive and procedural areas, such as the standards governing\nsingle-firm conduct, and more generally, the types of antitrust remedies.\nII. Successful Efforts Towards Greater Convergence: Merger Review", "\nMerger review is an area that reflects the value of our collective efforts towards greater convergence. When ICPAC evaluated the state of multi-jurisdictional merger review in the late 1990s, it concluded that the spread of merger control laws had the potential to create significant benefits for consumers", "\nIn particular, the committee observed that merger review regimes with advance-notification requirements would give antitrust agencies the ability to identify and remedy competitive issues in merger transactions.(5) However, the committee also recognized the potential difficulties that would likely accompany a marked increase in the number of international mergers and acquisitions reviewed by multiple jurisdictions", "\nOf particular concern were additional delays, increased transaction costs, and divergent outcomes presenting conflicts in compliance.(6) In the years since ICPAC considered these issues and the ICN was established as", "\na forum for dialogue and developing best practices, substantial progress has been made\nas a result of focused collaboration by numerous antitrust agencies towards\n\"rationalizing\" merger review. Together, we have developed more tools to identify\nwhen a merger is likely to have harmful effects. This progress resulted from efforts by\nantitrust agencies to (1) develop domestic merger guidelines, (2) actively participate\nand collaborate with other agencies in international bodies focused on establishing", "\nrecommended best practices, (3) seek out opportunities to share insights on approaches\nwith other antitrust agencies, either in the context of specific investigations or more\ngenerally, and (4) revisit and improve merger review practices over time.", "\nFirst, to promote greater clarity and transparency in their merger review and enforcement policies, antitrust agencies have developed merger guidelines setting forth important substantive considerations and explaining agency practices in the review of mergers and acquisitions. The Department of Justice issued the original merger guidelines more than 40 years ago", "\nIn 1992, we partnered with our sister agency, the Federal Trade Commission, to issue a set of joint guidelines, and in 1997, the agencies issued a revision of the section dealing with efficiencies", "\nWe have recently begun the process of reviewing our merger guidelines with the Federal Trade Commission.(7) Similarly, the European Commission undertook a comprehensive review of its merger review practices and remedies, and subsequently issued both a set of guidelines regarding horizontal mergers in 2004 and a Merger Remedies Study in 2005.(8) The United Kingdom's Competition Commission and Office of Fair Trading have also jointly published draft merger guidelines for public comment.(9) The development of domestic guidelines provides the foundation for discussions among international antitrust agencies regarding the convergence of merger practices more globally", "\nThere can be no constructive discussion in the absence of such clarity. Second, the work accomplished by members of the ICN and the Competition Committee of the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development (\"OECD\") has also played a critical role in addressing divergence among antitrust authorities on the merger front. Working groups and committee roundtables are some of the most fruitful opportunities for antitrust officials at the highest levels to focus on merger practices", "\nThese important venues are not only marketplaces for ideas, but also have enabled antitrust agencies to direct their discussions to pragmatic ends: the development of recommended best practices. These recommendations have addressed both substantive and procedural aspects of merger analysis", "\nFor instance, the ICN has issued recommended best practices that provide an overview of the broader framework for merger review(10) and also address key substantive concepts that unify our respective analyses, such as the consideration of competitive effects, unilateral"]

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https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2018/05/iran_trump_would_not_allow_history_to_repeat_itself_.html

Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself

["Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nIran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nBy Alex Markovsky\nAnnouncing the United States' withdrawal from the Iran nuclear deal, President Donald Trump described the agreement with Iran as \"the worst\" agreement ever negotiated. A short trip through history reveals that it may not be \"the worst,\" but certainly is not the first of this nature.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\n\"History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce,\" famously said Karl Marx. He proved to be wrong. History keeps repeating itself as tragedy after tragedy because we stubbornly refuse to learn from it.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nBritish Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli returned from Berlin in 1878 stating, \"I have returned from Germany with peace for our time.\" That peace ended with World War I. Sixty years later, another British statesman Neville Chamberlain proclaimed \"peace for our time\" after signing an agreement with Hitler in Munich in 1938. The agreement was praised and celebrated in Europe and across the Atlantic", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nIn a letter to Canadian Prime Minister Mackenzie King, President Franklin Roosevelt wrote, \"I can assure you that we in the United States rejoice with you and the world at large, that the outbreak of war was averted.\" The New York Daily News declared, \"Hitler has made a significant gesture toward peace.\" That \"significant gesture toward peace\" ended up with World War II and fifty million dead, including six million Jews.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nEchoing the herd of delusional optimists, President Barack Obama proclaimed after signing the Geneva Agreement with Iran that the U.S. and allied diplomacy \"opened up a new path toward a world that is more secure.\" The documents recently released by Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu have proven the president's political blindness and lack of historical perspective.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nThe Geneva Agreement had all the underpinnings of the Munich Agreement. The comparison is apt. Just as Munich gave Hitler more time to build up his Panzers, the Geneva Agreement gave the mullahs ten years to build the bomb.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nJust as in 1930s the world failed to stop Hitler, while the viper was still in its crib, and tolerated Germany's violations of the Treaties of Versailles to allow her to rearm, the world de facto allowed Iran to ignore United Nations Security Council resolutions and continue the development of a nuclear weapon. Just as Britain sold Czechoslovakia out in 1938 to appease Hitler, the United States sold Israel out in 2013 to appease Iran", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nFortunately, there were two subtle differences; Israel did not surrender the way Czechoslovakia did, and America elected Donald Trump.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nTrump, guided by historical precedents and political prudence, would not allow history to repeat itself. He declared: \"The Iran deal is defective at its core. If we do nothing, we know exactly what will happen.\"", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nAlthough, no one has any doubts about Iranian aspirations, most Democrats fell prey to the illusion that no decision needs to be made. Their leader in the Senate, Chuck Schumer, unembarrassed by the reversal of his previous position that he was against the deal before Donald Trump abandoned it, sharply criticized the President for canceling the agreement.\nThe President also became the target for relentless and continuous attacks by the press and the criticism of the Western allies.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nWestern democracies that failed to prevent two world wars suffer historical amnesia and appear to be unconcerned with the replay of Munich. Feeling safe under the American military umbrella, the leaders of the UK, France, and Germany have been imploring Trump to salvage the accord with Iran. Just as in the 1930s, the slippery slope of greed and appeasement is driving Europe toward more disasters. Paraphrasing Lenin, they are vying with each other for the rope contract.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nAgainst this backdrop, President Trump is facing a daunting task. Strategically, the facts are self-explanatory. Given the recent revelations of Iran developing nuclear weapons despite its pledge not to, Iran continues to emerge as a potential threat to the USA and its allies, and indeed to the future of the Middle East.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nThere is also a legacy play. Significant events of history are always associated with human beings, but sometimes in peculiar ways. History has already forgotten ill decisions made by Bill Clinton and George W. Bush and forgiven Obama's fraudulent idealism.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nIronically, posterity would never forgive Donald Trump if he allowed Iran to threaten the U.S. and its allies with the nuclear annihilation. From the perspective of his place in history; Iran producing a nuclear bomb on his watch would be catastrophic. Hence, verbal assurances would not suffice.", "Iran: Trump Would Not Allow History to Repeat Itself\nTherefore, the only question for the President is whether a diplomatic solution can be found or if military measures would be necessary. In the end, one way or another, Trump must prevent Iran from getting nuclear weapon.\nAlex Markovsky is a senior fellow at the London Center for Policy Research and author of Anatomy of a Bolshevik and Liberal Bolshevism: America Did Not Defeat Communism, She Adopted It."]

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https://www.loyalbooks.com/book/How-Britannia-Came-to-Rule-the-Waves-by-Kingston

How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900

["How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nHow Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900 By: William Henry Giles Kingston (1814-1880)\nHow Britannia Came to Rule the Waves, updated to 1900, by W.H.G. Kingston.\nThis is a history of the British Navy, originally written by Kingston, but as he had died many years before 1900, and as it was felt that this book ought to go up to that year, it was edited and re issued by the friends of Kingston, in particular by Henty.", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nIt is a serious book, yet it is an easy one to read. It is also a very interesting book, that all British boys and girls, even now, more than a hundred years after the book was published, would do well to read.\nOne thing of special interest is that today's naval families, families that have traditionally sent sons to a distinguished career in the Navy, can look back, and read of the exploits of their forbears.", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nOn the other hand, because of the very large numbers of names in the book it would probably not make a good audiobook, and we have not tried it.\nCHAPTER ONE.\nINTRODUCTORY REMARKS.", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nRome was not built in a day, nor has the glorious British Navy attained its present condition except by slow degrees, by numerous trials and experiments, by improvements gradually and cautiously introduced, and by the employment of a vast amount of thought, energy, and toil. We are apt to forget when we see an elaborate machine, the immense quantity of mental and physical exertion it represents, the efforts of the united minds perhaps of many successive generations, and the labour of thousands of workmen", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nI propose briefly to trace the progress which the British Navy has made from age to age, as well as its customs, and the habits of its seamen, with their more notable exploits since the days when this tight little island of ours first became known to the rest of the world.", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nSome writers, indulging in the Darwinian theory of development, would make us believe that the ironclad of the present day is the legitimate offspring of the ancient coracle or wicker work boat which is still to be found afloat on the waters of the Wye, and on some of the rivers of the east coast; but if such is the case, the descent must be one of many ages, for it is probable that the Britons had stout ships long before the legions of Cassar set their feet upon our shores", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\n\"For,\" says he, in somewhat quaint phraseology, \"as Britain was an island, the inhabitants could only have come to it across the ocean in ships, and they could scarcely have had ships unless they were nautically inclined.\" The same writer asserts that the Britons had vessels of large size long before the invasion of the Romans, but that they either burnt them to prevent their falling into the hands of the invaders, or that they were destroyed by the Romans themselves, who then, adding insult to injury, stigmatised the people as mere painted barbarians, whose sole mode of moving over the waters of their coasts and rivers was in wicker baskets covered with hides the truth being, that these wicker ribbed boats were simply the craft used by the British fishermen on their coasts or streams", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nHow could the hordes that in successive ages crossed the German Ocean have performed the voyage unless they had possessed more efficient means of conveyance than these afforded", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\n? I must, therefore, agree with the aforesaid ancient writer that they had stout ships, impelled by sails and oars, which were afterwards employed either in commercial or piratical enterprises. The Britons of the southern shores of the island possessed, he says, wooden built ships of a size considerably greater than any hide covered barks could have been", "How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves Updated to 1900\nIt is very certain that many hundred years before the Christian era the Phoenicians visited the coasts of Cornwall and Devonshire, and planted colonies there, which retain to the present day their ancient peculiarities and customs, and even many names of common things... Continue reading book >>"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

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Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due

["Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nCaged in Kanpur: how 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nHTTP://WWW.CATCHNEWS.COM/INDIA-NEWS/CAGED-IN-KANPUR-HOW-CRIMINAL-TRIBES-ARE-FIGHTING-TO-GET-THEIR-DUE-1442412697.HTML\nROHIT GHOSH@CATCHNEWS\n|16 SEPTEMBER 2015\n\u00b7 Some warrior tribes were allied to Rana Pratap in his battle of Haldighati with Akbar\n\u00b7 After his exile, the tribes moved further north into Uttar Pradesh\n\u00b7 They fought the British in the First War of Independence in 1857", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\u00b7 The British labelled them 'criminal' tribes and placed them in open jails in various locations\n\u00b7 They opted for SC status under Nehru, and were promised land by Indira Gandhi\n\u00b7 The CTS Basti is Kanpur is one such open jail where these tribes still live\n\u00b7 The UP govt is taking away the land given to them bit by bit\n\u00b7 The land still belongs to the govt, and hasn't been given to the tribes\n\u00b7 The govt says the tribes are misusing the land, and says it wants to build a hospital there", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nRamesh Kumar Bhantu is in his sixties. He looks like the archetypal school teacher - he wears thick glasses and talks deliberately and didactically.\nBut he was never a school teacher. For decades, he worked at Kanpur's ordnance factory, which made parachutes for the Indian military.\nBhantu's personality and professional background defies his address. He was born, grew up and still lives in the Criminal Tribe Settlement, or CTS Basti, a colony meant for criminals, in the Kalyanpur neighbourhood of Kanpur.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nNothing about Bhantu's personality is a giveaway that his forefathers were criminals, and before that, warriors.\nRana Pratap's allies\nRobby Sharma, a social activist in Kanpur who has chronicled the lives of people living in the CTS Basti, has found they have an interesting history.\n\"Their history begins with the battle of Haldighati that was fought between Akbar and Rana Pratap in the 16th century,\" he told Catch.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nAccording to him, many tribes had joined Rana Pratap in his fight against the Mughal emperor. They remained loyal to Rana Pratap and moved with him when he was exiled from his kingdom.\nWhen Rana Pratap died, the tribes got scattered and moved towards north India - what is now Uttar Pradesh.\nSharma says many kings and chieftains of north India were eager to have the tribes in their army as they were skilled warriors.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nBut they kept moving from place to place, as they had vowed they would never settle at one place till Rana Pratap had regained his kingdom.\nThe tribes were patriots and took up arms once again when Indians fought against the British in the country's First War of Independence in 1857.\nAs the British subdued the Indian forces and consolidated their position, their attention turned towards the tribes.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nSharma explains, \"The British realised that the tribes were a menace for them. The tribes had fighting skills and could get united under their leader on a short notice. Hence to destroy the force of the tribes, they were declared criminals.\"\nIsolation in open jails\nIn 1871 that the British passed the Criminal Tribe Act. There were six main tribes under the purview of this act, four of which were Solanki, Pawar, Dabi and Makwana.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"There were two more tribes but, after Rana Pratap died, they migrated to Europe and nothing is known about them at present,\" Sharma says.\nThe British restrained the tribes in forts in different places. Later, in 1922, the British decided to settle the tribes in open jails.\nPlaces selected for the jails included Kanpur, Moradabad, Lakhimpur Kheri, Lucknow and Gorakhpur.\nThe warrior tribes were labelled 'criminal' by the British and kept in open jails like the CTS Basti", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nIn Kanpur, the open jail was named the Criminal Tribe Settlement (CTS).\nOn one side of CTS flows the Ganges and on the other side is the GT Road, the highway that connects Delhi and Kolkata.\nCovering 159 acres of land, CTS has agricultural fields, planned houses, schools, hostels and wide streets.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nSharma says, \"The settlement gained notoriety as a colony of criminals. But the only crime of the tribes was that they had fought against the British. Even a child born in the settlement was branded a criminal. The tag of criminal stuck to him when he became an adult. Even today, the very name CTS evokes fear and hatred.\"", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nThe settlement also came to be known as Habuda Basti. \"People think Habuda is the name of a tribe. But the origin of Habuda is bura, the Hindi word which means bad. The British would say the tribesmen were bura and the name Habuda got coined.\" says Sharma.\nFollowing age-old customs\nThough the battle of Haldighati took place over four centuries back, the tribes still follow some of the customs they did back then.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nSalina Devi, one of the inhabitants of Habuda Basti, says, \"Women and girls, to avoid being kidnapped by the Mughal soldiers, disfigured their faces with tattoos. Even today, tattoos are common among the women and girls of the tribes.\"\nMany branches of the tribes keep moving from place to place and live in tents.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nWhile in exile along with Rana Pratap, the tribes would cook their dinner before sunset, as lighting fires in the night for cooking could have attracted Akbar's soldiers. Even today, many tribal families have dinner before sunset.\nMuslims consider pigs as unclean. To keep Mughal soldiers away, the tribes would rear pigs and release them whenever they were attacked.\nOnce the tribes made swords and spears. But now they have switched on to making hoes, axes and trowels.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nWedding processions were often raided by Mughal soldiers. To evade the attack, the groom would carry the head of a slaughtered pig on his shoulder .\nUnder the British\nApart from homes, the open jail had facilities like a kindergarten, a school and a sewing school for women.\nThe British did not want the tribals to mingle with the locals even for last rites of the dead. Hence, the settlement had a graveyard as well in one corner.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nThe tribals earlier buried the dead, but now, like Hindus, have started burning the corpses.\nSalina Devi is not sure of her age. \"May be I am 50,\" she says.\nIt was her great grandmother who was first settled in CTS. She says, \"I have heard from my mother and grandmother that the CTS during the British rule was well managed.\"", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nThe creche and school had lock ups and people who did not send their children to school regularly were briefly imprisoned as punishment. Cleaners cleaned their toilets twice in a day. Wells were regularly sprayed with disinfectants.\nThe land provided by British in the settlement for agriculture was the main source of income for the tribes. The women also used to stitch police and army uniforms at the sewing school. Every morning, the men were taken to British-run factories as labourers.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nNehru and the SC/ST question\nAround the time India was to gain independence, a delegation from CTS went to meet Jawaharlal Nehru.\nBhantu says Nehru promised the delegation that CTS residents would become free the day India had its own Constitution, which came into force on 26 January 1950.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"A delegation again went to meet Nehru. But he was wary of releasing people who had been branded as criminals. The delegation was able to make Nehru realise that even children born in the settlement, who were innocent and had committed no crime, were being branded as criminals.\nAfter independence, the tribes opted to be classified as SCs, owing to a bigger reservation quota\n\"Nehru took up the matter and finally on 31 August 1952, we were declared free and denotified,\" says Bhantu.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nAccording to Bhantu, Nehru asked the Centre's scheduled caste/scheduled tribe commission to suggest steps to assimilate people of CTS into the mainstream.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"Commission officials visited the settlement in Moradabad, as it was closest to Delhi. The CTS inhabitants were given a choice to declare themselves as scheduled caste or scheduled tribe. They were told scheduled castes had 18% reservation in government jobs and educational institutes while scheduled tribes had only 4%. The CTS inhabitants, lured by the 18% reservation, declared themselves as scheduled castes. That has become a bane for us,\" says Bhantu.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"Isn't it ridiculous that we were earlier notified as tribes but later declared as scheduled castes? Shouldn't the government have done some homework?\" he asks.\nTwenty years later, Indira Gandhi, as the Prime Minister, said that each family in CTS Kanpur was to be given one acre of land for agriculture.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"We were given the land but it was not entered against our names in the records of government departments, like the excise department or social welfare department. This despite the fact that we continued paying revenue for the crops we grew year-after-year,\" says Bhantu.\nLegal battle for land\nSharma is now fighting a legal battle to see that the tribal people get their land.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"The inhabitants of CTS are vulnerable. Whenever the state government needs land, it usurps from CTS. The settlement initially covered 159 acres of land. But in the last 20 years or so, 30 acres has already been taken by the government. The state government had promised that those whose land was taken would be compensated. But years have passed and that has never happened,\" he says.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nThe state government now wants to build a hospital over an area of 25 acres in CTS, and has served eviction notice to many of its inhabitants.\nBhantu says, \"Once we lived as nomads. But the British settled us. Then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi said we should be given land. Why does the state government want us to become nomads once again? Are we not citizens of India?\"", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nKanpur's district magistrate Roshan Jacob told Catch, \"Land is being misused by the people in CTS. It was meant for agriculture but people are building houses or shops. The land is close to GT Road, hence very prized. Land sharks want to usurp it. The land belongs to the state government and we want to use it wisely. Hence, a hospital has been proposed at CTS, but a final decision is yet to be taken.\"\nRighting past wrongs", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nTej Bahadur Singh, head of the social science department at PPN College, Kanpur, says, \"The government should take steps to see that the inhabitants of CTS join the mainstream. They are also Indians and there should be no discrimination against them. They have already been discriminated against for a long time.\"", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nSharma says there is still much discrimination against the tribal people of CTS. He says, \"They are yet to shed the tag of 'criminals'. Whenever a crime incident takes place in Kanpur, the needle of suspicion always points towards Habuda Basti.\"\nHe says the condition of the tribes in Kanpur was most pathetic. \"The settlement in Kanpur was the biggest. Today, the population is around 10,000. The district administration claims it owns the land. It should be transferred to the inhabitants legally.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"CTS inhabitants in other places are pretty well off. For example, each CTS family in Moradabad has six acres of agriculture land.\"\nThe Central government's Ministry of Social Justice and Empowerment, in 2006, constituted a group to look into the condition of the tribes that were earlier declared criminal.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\nThe group noted in its report, \"As a way of some moral compensation to the community as a whole, the government may install at some selected locations having a substantial tribal population, memorials on the lines of war memorials.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n\"The memorials will be symbolic of public admission of the historical and collective injustice caused to these people for a century-and-a-half. The memorials will also serve the purpose of reminding the public of the collective responsibility of the state and the society to ensure that the atrocities are not perpetrated again.\"\nSharma says that's a distant dream.", "Caged in Kanpur: How 'criminal' tribes are fighting to get their due\n..............................................................................................................................................................\n.Arun Khote\nDalits Media Watch Team\n(An initiative of \"Peoples Media Advocacy & Resource Centre-PMARC\")\narun.khote@gmail.com\npmarc2008@gmail.com"]

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NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison

["NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nNXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nOctober 28, 2020 / 8:00 AM / CBS News\nNXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced\nNXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced 01:59\nKeith Raniere, the disgraced leader of a self-improvement group in upstate New York, has been sentenced to 120 years in prison, authorities said Tuesday. A jury convicted the 60-year-old on seven charges, including sex trafficking, racketeering, and forced labor conspiracy, in 2019.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nRaniere insisted he was innocent during the sentencing hearing, telling the judge he had \"no remorse for the crimes because he did not commit them.\" Fifteen people, two of whom are the mothers of Raniere's children, delivered victim impact statements.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nThe sentencing comes after years of revelations about Raniere and his group, NXIVM, which he founded in 1998 in Albany, New York. NXIVM quickly exploded in size, as thousands of people enrolled in self-help and development courses. But prosecutors said that the group took a dark turn in 2015 when Raniere added a secret female-only society known as DOS or \"The Vow.\"", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nIn court documents and publicly, former members of DOS claim they were forced to hand over collateral, including nude photos, in order to join the organization. They said they had to ask their \"master\" for permission to do everything \u2014 even when they could go to bed and what and how much they could eat. They were allegedly forced to keep strict diets, limiting them to as little as 500-800 calories per day.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nRaniere collected \"collateral\" from the women in the group, including nude photos, to keep them under his control, prosecutors said. He was also accused of keeping women as sex slaves and branding some with his initials \"in their pelvic area\" using a cauterizing pen.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nIn the civil lawsuit filed in January against Raniere and other leaders of NXIVM, some former members of DOS said they were forced to disrobe during the branding ceremony, read from a script stating they had requested the branding, and then lie down on a table and submit to the branding. It was done, they said, without anesthesia.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\n\"Everything in my body was saying don't do this, don't do this,\" one former member told HBO in its docuseries about the group. The member said women were squirming, sweating and crying as they were branded.\nProsecutors also accused Raniere of having sex with a 15-year-old when he was 45 and taking nude photos of the underage victim, and of keeping another victim confined to a room for nearly two years.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nAll of Raniere's co-defendants in the case, including \"Smallville\" actress Allison Mack and Seagram's liquor heiress Clare Bronfman, have pleaded guilty to various crimes, prosecutors said. Mack, who was accused of helping Raniere recruit women, pleaded guilty to racketeering charges in 2019 and is awaiting sentencing. In September, Bronfman was sentenced to nearly seven years in prison on identity theft and immigration charges related to the group.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nBefore Raniere was sentenced, a group of his supporters submitted a letter to the judge alleging that they had proof of evidence tampering, CBS New York reported. Some of his supporters continue to insist he is innocent.\nIn a sentencing submission before the decision was announced, his lawyers argued against a life sentence.", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\n\"No one was shot, stabbed, punched, kicked, slapped or even yelled at,\" the lawyers wrote, according to CBS New York. \"Despite the sex offenses, there is no evidence that any woman ever told Keith Raniere that she did not want to kiss him, touch him, hold his hand or have sex with him.\"", "NXIVM founder Keith Raniere sentenced to 120 years in prison\nBut the Acting United States Attorney for the Eastern District of New York heralded the sentence, writing, \"The 120-year sentence imposed on Keith Raniere today is a measure of his appalling crimes committed over a decade. Raniere exploited and abused his victims emotionally, physically and sexually for his personal gratification. It is my hope that today's sentence brings closure to the victims and their families.\"\nNikki Battiste, Luisa Garcia and Victoria Albert contributed reporting."]

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(D) Democrat, (I) Independent, (NYC) New York Conservative, (R) Republican Nanci E. Langley (D) Jun. 6, 2008-Nov. 22, 2013 Tony Hammond (R) Aug. 1, 2002-Oct. 14, 2013 Dan G. Blair (R) CommissionerChairman Aug. 6, 2009-Jun. 30, 2011Dec. 9, 2006-Aug. 5, 200

["9\nDawn Tisdale (D)\nDec. 1, 2004-Nov. 22, 2007\nGeorge A. Omas (R)\nChairmanCommissioner\nNov. 30, 2001-Dec. 9, 2006Aug. 8, 1997-Nov. 29, 2001\nDana B. \"Danny\" Covington (R)\nNov. 2, 1998-Oct. 14, 2005\nW.H. \"Trey\" LeBlanc (D)\nNov. 24, 1987-Nov. 22, 2001", "\nEdward J. Gleiman (I)\nFeb. 23, 1994-Feb. 2, 2001\nGeorge W. Haley (R)\nDec. 1, 1993-Sep. 10, 1998Feb. 14, 1990-Oct. 14, 1993\nEdward H. Quick (D)\nWayne A. Schley (R)\nDec. 30, 1992-Oct. 14, 1995\nJohn W. Crutcher (R)\nMar. 9, 1982-Oct. 14, 1993\nHenry R. Folsom (R)\nMar. 9, 1982-Dec. 29, 1992\nPatti Birge. Tyson (D)\nSep. 12, 1985-Nov. 22, 1991\nJanet D. Steiger (R)\nFeb. 3, 1982-Aug. 10, 1989Oct. 15, 1980-Feb. 2, 1982\nHenrietta F. Guiton (D)\nDec. 20, 1984-Jun. 19, 1987\nJames H. Duffy (D)\nMay. 11, 1979-Sep. 11, 1985", "\nSimeon M. Bright (D)\nClyde S. DuPont (R)\nCommissionerChairmanCommissioner\nJul. 30, 1979-Sep. 14, 1981Mar. 14, 1975-Jul. 29, 1979Sep. 20, 1974-Mar. 13, 1975\nA. Lee. Fritschler (D)\nMar. 5, 1981-Aug. 31, 1981Jul. 31, 1979-Mar. 4, 1981\nKieran O'Doherty (NYC)\nCarlos C. Villarreal (R)\nApr. 5, 1973-Feb. 1, 1979\nFrank P. Saponaro (I)\nOct. 15, 1970-Oct. 14, 1977\nPaul A. Miltich (R)\nMar. 13, 1975-Mar. 7, 1977\nFred B. Rhodes (R)\nJan. 18, 1974-Dec. 30, 1974\nNathan A. Baily (D)\nRod Kreger (R)\nAug. 6, 1973-Jan. 7, 1974", "\nJohn L. Ryan (R)\nAug. 4, 1973-Oct. 31, 1973Nov. 23, 1970-Aug. 3, 1973\nWilliam J. Crowley (R)\nOct. 15, 1970-May. 1, 1973\nHoward Elliott (R)\nNov. 23, 1970-Feb. 28, 1973"]

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http://www.uncg.edu/reg/Catalog/9697/nur.html

112 Moore Building Major Information Lynne G. Pearcey, Professor and Dean Virginia B. Karb, Associate Professor and Assistant Dean

["", "\nProfessors Bartol, Chamings, Selby-Harrington; Associate Professors H. Brown, Dick, Hargett, E. Kohlenberg, Reed, Richardson, R. Saunders; Visiting Associate Professor Evans; Assistant Professors Barba, Beeson, Cookman, Courts, Kennedy-Malone, Krowchuk, R. Parrish, R. Taylor, Tesh, Werstlein; Visiting Assistant Professors J. Jones, J. Lutz, Maree, Ouellette; Lecturers Bartlett, Boland, Cowen, Eakes, Hancock, Helfers, Ivey, Lehman, Lester, Mayo, McNeal, Sandoval, Shields, VonCannon, Watters, L. Wheeler", "\nAdjunct Faculty: Adjunct Associate Professors Hollerich, Mims, Schrull; Adjunct Assistant Professors Beach, Bokun, Collins, Crowe, Dickson, Donley, Hardin, Hayes, Heyneker, Higgerson, Jarrett-Pulliam, Liner, Lundrigan, Mooth, B. Smith, Staab, Winchester; Adjunct Instructors Barbee, Beard, Bensky, Bernhardt, Brockschmidt, Calhoun, Campbell, Garrison, Geddie, Hubbart, P. Johnson, Koontz, Krissak, Longenecker, Louie, Moon, Nudelman, Quarles, Ricker, Ripley", "\nThe School of Nursing offers an undergraduate program leading to the Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree. The first two years of study are in general education, basic sciences, humanities, and basic nursing. The majority of work in the junior and senior years is in nursing.", "\nThe School of Nursing also offers a Master of Science in Nursing degree to prepare persons for a leadership role in nursing education, administration, and clinical practice. This program has a strong research emphasis and is founded on specialization in clinical practice.", "\nThe program offered by the School of Nursing is approved by the North Carolina Board of Nursing and accredited by the National League for Nursing. The School of Nursing is an agency member of the National League for Nursing in the NLN Council of Baccalaureate and Higher Degree Programs.", "\nThe faculty believes that people, existing as individuals, families, groups, and communities, are holistic, complex biological, psychological, social, cultural, and spiritual beings. Each person is unique and possesses inherent dignity, worth, and the right to self-determination. While human responses are individualized, many can be generalized and predicted. Throughout the life span, people have potential for growth and development.", "\nA person dynamically interacts with the environment, and each is affected by the other. The environment is the sum total of all those conditions and circumstances that have an impact on the existence of an individual. The environment constantly changes and influences a person's health.", "\nHealth is a relative state of being which is characterized by wellness, illness, disease, or dysfunction. Any view of health must consider both developmental and environmental influences. A person uses both internal and external resources to achieve the desired level of health. Nursing is one of the external resources available.", "\nNurses use knowledge and skill in working with people to promote, maintain, and restore the balance between them and their environment, and when necessary, to support a dignified death. Professional nursing has both theoretical and practice components. Nursing's body of knowledge incorporates biological, behavioral, and humanistic principles. The practice component is characterized by critical thinking, scientific inquiry, and effective interpersonal and psychomotor skills", "\nNurses function independently and interdependently in a variety of roles and are ethically and legally accountable for the quality of nursing care they provide.", "\nThe faculty believes that professional nursing education, built upon a foundation of liberal arts and the biological and social sciences, guides the learner to attain competencies required to practice professional nursing. Baccalaureate education prepares nurses to function as generalists, while education at the master's level prepares nurses as specialists in nursing practice", "\nNursing education respects the uniqueness of the learner and encourages commitment, accountability, leadership, self-awareness, and continued professional development.", "\nAdmission for Basic Students\nStudents must be formally admitted to the School of Nursing which is an upper division major. Only students who have formal, written acceptance into the School will be permitted to register in advanced nursing courses and complete work for the major. Admission should normally be sought during the sophomore year. The application deadline is February 1 of each year. Applications are obtained from the Advising Center in the School of Nursing.\nCriteria for Admission:", "\nOverall grade point average above 2.0\nA grade of \"C\" (2.0) or better in each of the following courses: BIO 271, 277, 280; HDF 211; NUR 210, 220; PSY 121; SOC 355 or HDF 212\nNo more than two of the above prerequiste courses may be repeated to attain a grade of \"C\" (2.0) or better. Prerequisite courses may be repeated only one time.", "\nAdmission to the upper division is contingent upon receipt of a satisfactory evaluation signed by the student's physician of the applicant's physical and emotional health to provide nursing care. Forms will be sent to the applicants during the spring semester and must be completed and on file in the School of Nursing by the following August 1.", "\nStudents may not enroll in nursing courses beyond the foundation level courses cited above without being admitted to the School. Application for admission is possible while students are still completing the prerequisite courses, but unconditional admission cannot be granted until admission criteria have been successfully completed.", "\nAdmission to the University does not guarantee acceptance into the nursing major. Various health care agencies in Piedmont North Carolina cooperate with the School of Nursing in providing clinical learning experiences for students. The size of each incoming junior class is determined by the availability of these clinical resources. Therefore, it is impossible to assure space for every student who meets the criteria.", "\nRN's interested in completing the BSN degree need to meet the University's requirements for admission. A registered nurse who brings advanced placement may build a minor in order to complete the 122 hours required for graduation. The Registered Nurse who has completed the prerequisite academic work and is ready to enter the professional major may earn up to 30 semester hours of credit for selected courses by special examination", "\nApplications for special examinations are available in the Advising Center of the School of Nursing. Registered nurse students must make a \"C\" (2.0) or better in NUR 370 and 371 and a passing rate for the special examinations to be admitted into the 400-level nursing courses. Registered nurse students must provide evidence of graduation from a basic nursing program prior to enrolling in NUR 370 and 371, and current, active, unrestricted N.C. licensure prior to admission to the 400-level courses", "\nThe length of time required to complete the program varies with each individual.", "\nCriteria for Progression in the Major\nA student must earn a grade of \"C\" (2.0) or better in all required nursing courses at the 300-level before proceeding to the 400-level courses, and must earn a grade of \"C\" (2.0) or better in all required 400-level courses in order to graduate. An overall grade point average of 2.0 or better is required to graduate.\nOnly one nursing course may be repeated in the nursing major. A nursing course may be repeated only once to attain a grade of \"C\" (2.0) or better"]

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http://www.purdue.edu/discoverypark/bioscience/facilities/imaging/techniques/index.php

Bioscience Imaging Facility This page provides information intended to help prospective facility users understand the imaging techniques that are available and to prepare for imaging. Users in need of more detailed or project specific advice should contac

["t the director (abtaylor@purdue.edu).A quick guide to the capabilities of each technique can be found here. Information below\u2026\nPreparing for microscopy\nFluorescent microscopy techniques\nOther microscopy techniques\nWhole animal imaging techniques", "\nMethods used to prepare biological samples for microscopic observation are almost as diverse as the samples themselves. Here, we offer some generally applicable advice on how to prepare cell cultures for fluorescent microscopy, as these samples are extremely popular.", "\nChoosing the most appropriate fluorescent dyes must be a first consideration when planning a fluorescent microscopy experiment. A fluorophore's brightness (=extinction coefficient times the quantum yield), stability, specificity, possible toxicity, and spectral compatability with other dyes in the sample, as well as with the microscope's hardware, all need to be considered. Most major commercial vendors offer extensive information about all of these dye properties", "\nFor example, Invitrogen's website covers organelle specific fluorescent protein constructs and live-cell stains, fixed-cell stains for many cellular structures or processes,secondary antibody conjuguates, as well as a spectra viewer tool that the user to compare dye excitation and emission spectra with user-defined microscope configurations. After choosing dyes and performing the experiment, it is always worthwhile spending some extra time up front to optimize the staining procedure", "\nNo imaging instrument can make up for an unnecessarily weak signal or high non-specific background staining.", "\nResolving fine sub-cellular detail requires high numerical aperature (NA) objective lenses. This means that if you hope to achieve sub-micron resolution, your sample must be mounted under a glass cover slip (#1.5 thickness for our microscoptes). Hig NA lenses also have a limited 'working distance', which means that the sample must be no more than a couple hundred microns thick and apposed to the cover glass", "\nFor cell cultures, these requirements are easily achieved by growing the cells directly on substrate-coated glass coverslips.( 'Chambered'cover glasses also work well.)", "\nFixing cell cultures: After many experiments, cells are be preserved in a fixative prior to (typically) dye labeling. The fixative used can impact the cells' morphological integrity, the efficacy of dye labeling, and the level of autofluorescence. In most cases, fixation in freshly prepared 4% paraformaldehyde (in PBS) for 5-15 min is the best option. Wash away the fix and then proceed with staining. After staining is complete, the sample must be properly mounted on a slide prior to microscopy", "\nGlycerol-based mounting media are least likely to induce morphological artifacts and are optically advantageous. When mounting, use as little mounting media as possible, and seal the edges of the cover slip with nail polish to minimize sample-drift and keep the media from leaking out and mixing with the immersion oil. After mounting, the quality of staining may degrade rapidly, so microscopy should be performed as soon as possible (although some stains can last for weeks or months).", "\nLive cell imaging: For live cell imaging, the culture, while still bathed in media, is mounted on the microscope stage. The BIF has a very convenient, environmentally-controlled Tokai Hit live imaging chamber that works exceptionally well with 'glass-bottomed' 35 mm Petri dishes. The A1R confocal also has a 'perfect focus' system, which compensates for thermal drift and allows imaging even during media exchanges", "\nLive cultures may be stained with 'vital' dyes or may express genetically encoded fusion proteins that can be imaged directly.", "\nEpifluorescence Microscopy: In epifluorescence microscopy, the entire sample (field of view) is illuminated at once with excitation light that spans a small range (or band pass) of wavelengths. The resulting, longer-wavelength emissions are then collected by the objective, passed through an emission filter, and finally detected using a camera", "\nBecause all points (small areas) in the sample are excited and detected simultaneously, frame rates are limited only by the shutter speed (or read speed) of the camera. This acquisition speed is an advantage, if high-frame rate live imaging at higher pixel resolutions is desired", "\nSome cameras (such as our EM CCD) are also more sensitive (5-10x) than the PMT detectors used in confocal microscopy (see below), an definite advantage for extremely low light level imaging, such as is encountered with ion sensitive dyes or during single particle tracking experiments", "\nHowever, the epifluorescence full field illumination/detection regimen (in x,y, and z) is also responsible for the major drawback of epifluorescence microscopy: the predominance of out-of-focus background emissions, or 'flare', which greatly degrade image contrast (and therefore resolution). On our systems, the sample can also only be illuminated by one color of exciting light at a time, which makes multi-color live imaging impossible", "\nThus, epifluorescence microscopy tends to work very well for thin, single-label specimens that are quickly moving quickly (>1 fps) or that emit very weak fluorescence.", "\nLaser Scanning Confocal Microscopy (LSCM): Confocal microscopy uses a pinhole and the objective lense to create a focused point of laser light, which illuminates one small (diffraction limited: ~200 nm) point in the sample at a time. (Although regions above and below this point are also illuminated as the beam passes through). Light emitted from the illuminated point then travels back through the objective and another pinhole before reaching a detector called a photomultiplier tube (PMT)", "\nSince the optical paths of the illuminating and emitted light both contain a pinhole in the same focal plane, the pinholes are said to be \u2018confocal\u2019. This arrangement blocks out-of-focus emissions, the bane of epifluorescence microscopy. The point of illumination is then scanned (using rotating mirrors) back-and-forth across the sample in a raster pattern to create an image", "\nSince the image is free of fluorescent background, multiple focal planes (optical sections) acquired at different depths can be combined to produce a 3D image, a capability not (directly) possible with epifluorescence microscopy. A drawback of this point scanning procedure is that the laser beam must be scanned across the entire sample to create an image. This process can take too long (seconds) for some time-lapse applications, especially if there are many pixels (e.g. >1024x1024)", "\n(However, a new technology on our A1R confocal called resonant scanning can greatly increase scan speed). Faint signals may also be difficult to detect with this design, because the emitted light must travel through several intermediate optical elements before reaching the PMT, which is itself not extremely sensitive. Confocal microscopy is most suitable for creating 3D images of samples labeled with multiple fluorophores that are <50 um thick", "\nIt also works well for imaging multiply-labeled probes in living, moving samples, as long as high frame rates (i.e. >1 fps) are not required.", "\nLaser Scanning Two Photon Microscopy: The optical elements for two photon microscopy are conceptually similar to those used for confocal microscopy, in the sense that a focused laser beam is scanned across a sample and the light emitted from each point passes back thorough the objective to be collected by a PMT", "\nHowever, the physical mechanism of excitation is very different: Rather than relying on a single photon of shorter wavelength (shorter than the emitted light) to excite a fluorophore molecule, two photons of a wavength ~twice as long as the single photon excitation wavelength mustinteract simultaneously with the fluorophore instead. This '2-photon' mechanism allowslight in the IR region of the spectrum to excite standard fluorophores that emit at visible wavelengths", "\nThere are several benefits associated with this methodology: First, the exciting IR light is scattered/reflected by most biological tissues to a lesser degree than is visible light", "\nSecond, the probability of two-photon excitation is so low that it only occurs to any reasonable degree within the extremely small point where the laser is mostfocused, which limits photo-bleaching/damage in parts of the sample not being imaged.Third, sinceno out-of-focus emissions generated, no pinhole is needed to block out-of-gocus light so all emissions can be collected by the detectors, including those that have been scattered (so called non-ballistic photons)", "\nThe combination of these factors allow much deeper imaging into thick specimens (up to ~400 um) than is possible using a confocal. However, two-photon excitation can also lead to unpredictable emissions from endogenous molecules, and (usually) only one fluorophore can be imaged at a time (since only one IR laser is available for excitation). Two-photon microscopy is useful for creating 3D images that extend deep (50-300 um) into living tissues labeled with a small number of fluorophores.", "\nConfocal Reflectance Microscopy: Confocal reflectance microscopy uses the confocal principle (see above) to generate an image based on a combination of the samples micro-topography and local reflectance within the optical section. Since only reflected light is used to create the image, the sample can be completely opaque and no fluorophores are needed. (Negative contrast microscopy can be used to image the boundary of solid objects that are not reflective)", "\nThis simple method can be used to map the surface of many biological and physical samples, as well as to visualize precipitates (e.g. DAB) or metallic particles (e.g. colloidal gold) in 3D.", "\nDifferential Interference Contrast (DIC) Microscopy: DIC microscopy is a wide-field, transmitted light technique that uses special prisms (birefringent crystals) to take two, images of the sample in parallel, one of which is slightly offset (perpendicular to the optical axis) relative to the other. As light passes through the sample, the phase of the light at each point (in each image) is slightly delayeddepending on the local optical properties (refractive index) and thickness of the sample", "\nAfter passing the sample, the two images are then \u2018un-offset\u2019 and recombined such that neighboring points in the sample (separated by the distance of the shift) are overlaid. After overlay, interference converts the sample-induced phase differences (between neighboring points) into differences in intensity (brightness) in the final image. Thus, contrast encodes the spatial derivative of the refractive properties of the sample in the direction of the shift", "\nThis technique is useful for label-free visualization of the boundaries and organelles of living cells whose refractive index is different from their surroundings.", "\nPhase Contrast Microscopy: Phase contrast is a wide-field, transmitted light technique that forms an image based on the diffraction that occurs as light passes through a sample. The diffraction is caused by boundaries between sample regions of different refractive index. Most light passes \u2018straight\u2019 though a sample, but some becomes bent in all directions (diffracted) and so travels away at an angle", "\nPhase contrast microscopy illuminates the sample obliquely with a hollow cone of light to accentuate collection of the diffracted light. The objective focuses the non-diffracted (\u2018straight\u2019) and diffracted (\u2018bent\u2019) light emanating from the same point in the sample to different positions along the optical axis. A special insert within the objective, called a \u2018phase plate\u2019 then phase shifts the bent light relative to the unbent light", "\nOnce these beams are re-combined, contrast in the final image represents refractive index changes in the sample, as is the case for DIC microscopy (above). However, since the mechanism used to produce the phase contrast image is based on diffraction rather than directly on the samples refractive index, in most cases a phase contrast image has a noticeably different \u2018look\u2019 than a DIC image of the same sample and shows strong contrast at edges in all directions of the image plane", "\nLike DIC, this technique is useful for visualizing the components of living cells without the need for an exogenous label.", "\nBright Field Microscopy: Bright field is the oldest and least complex of all microscopic techniques. Broad spectrum light (often from a halogen lamp) is shown on to the entire sample, and an image is formed based on how the light is absorbed. Traditional colored, histological stains or light-blocking precipitates are often visualized using bright field", "\nAlthough this is a wide field technique, out-of-focus background is generally not too much of a problem (unless the entire sample is darkly stained), because the stains themselves do not emitted light as is the case in epifluorescence microscopy.", "\n(back to top) Whole Animal Imaging\nPreparing for Whole Animal Imaging\nProper PACUC approvals are required prior to performing experiments that involve the use of animals.", "\nAs with microscopy, molecular probes used in whole animal imagingmust be chosen based on their biological and chemical properties as well as their compatability with the facility's hardware. Typcially, the labeled-probe is injected into the animal immmediatley prior to imaging (usually via the tail vein), and the animal is then anesthetized to limit motion blur during imaging. (The facility provides isoflurane anesthesia)", "\nLabs planning to perform SPECT imaging on animals will need REM approval for the use of radiation prior to beginning experiments. Caution be must be exercised when performing SPECT. Each animal is typically injected with an activity that produces 100-1000x background ionizing radition (gamma rays) near the source (with in 1 m)). Some exposure cannot be avoided when handling the injected animal.", "\nIn vivo optical imaging: \"In vivo optical imaging\" is a technique that uses a large dynamic range camera and low magnification (<1x) optics to image either fluorescent or luminescent signals produced within an organism. In the case of fluorescence, the signal is generated and detected exactly according to the principles of epifluorescence microscopy (above)", "\nHowever,in vivo imaging requires longer exposure times (>1 sec) and longer wavelength dyes (>600 nm), since very little light can penetrate appreciable amounts of tissue (up to ~5 mm). In vivo fluorescentsignals are also easily contaminated with autofluorescence, a broad spectrum intrinsic fluorescence emitted by chemicals in the animal's body", "\nAlthough simple steps can be taken to remove materials that produce autofluorescence (such as using furless 'nude' mice, shaving the fur, or feeding an 'alfalfa free' diet to eliminate chlorophylls), as possible, fluorophores should also be choosen such that their emission spectra will be strongest where autofluorescence is weakest", "\nIn animals, dyes that emitt in the far-red end of the spectrum bestavoid autofluorescence (and also minimize absorbtion and scatter).In plants, chlorophylls present a strong autofluorescence in the ~650-750 nm range that should be avoided. Invitrogen offers a range of long wavelength dyes specifically for in vivo optical imaging.Signal can also be generated via bioluminscent processes such as the luciferase/luciferin raction, elimanting the need for exciting light", "\nSince these signals are very weak, even longer exposure times (>1 min) are needed. In either case, total intensity (signal integrated over space), which is roughly proportional to the amount of light-generating material present, is typcially the quantity of interest. In vivo optical imaging is useful for longitudinally (days or weeks) tracking the size of a population of cells (e.g. tumors) within an organism", "\nThis IVIS imagercan also be used as a plate reader or for visualizing the chemiluminescent signals that arise during blotting procedures. microSPECT: Unlike all of the other techniques discussed above, which form an image usingvisible light, SPECT (single photon emission computed tomography) uses gamma radiation emitted by a radio-labeled tracer (nM concentration) to form an image", "\nSince high energy gamma rays are (mostly) not absorbed or scattered by biological tissues, this technique allows the three-dimensional distribution of a radio-labeled tracer to be imagedat relatively high resolutions (down to 0.4 mm).Typcially, technetium-99m is used as the radio-label, due to its convenient decay properties (half-life = 6 hrs ;energy = 140 keV)", "\nFor acquistion, our SPECT instrument uses a specially designed multi-pinhole collimator to project the gamma radiation into an array of two-dimensional images, each of which is acquired from a different perspective (angle). After acquisition, a computer algorithm converts all of the 2-D images into a (single) three dimensional image of the tracer's distribution within the organism's body. (Multi-channel imaging is also possible)", "\nA 'typical' mouse scan (of intermediate resolution and scan time) may require 1 mCi of activity and a scan time of 30 minutes. Our system is also equipped with a 'gating' mechanism that allows the data collected during different phases of a biological rhythm (e.g. respiration) to be grouped during image reconstruction, a process that defeats motion blur. SPECT imaging is useful for high resolution and quantitative 3D imaging of the spatial distribution of atracer within a living organism", "\nThe kinetics (on a time scale of minutes) of tracer binding can also imaged over small regions if higher amounts of radioactivity are employed, and the technique iscompatible with longitudinal studies. Unfortunately, only a few dozen radio-labeled tracers are commercially available, so in many cases a biologist interested in using SPECT will need to collaborate with a nuclear chemistry laboratory to have sodium pertechnetate (a chelatable technetium salt)) chelated to their molecular probe of interest", "\nThe purity and specificity of the newly synthesized tracer mustalsobe validated, which requires substantial effort.A basic understanding of the reconstruction algorithm and post-processing techniques are also necessary in order to properly interpret SPECT images.", "\nmicroCT: X-ray computed tomography (CT or CAT) uses a camera to collect dozens of two-dimensional images from different perspectives of the x-rays that are transmitted through an organism's body. As with SPECT, a computer algorithm then converts the 2-D images into a (single) three dimensional image with ~ 0.1 mm resolution. Although x-ray dense (absorbing) bone is easy to visualize with this technique, soft tissues are not, unless an x-ray dense 'contrast dye' is injected in to the vasculature", "\nThis technique is complimentary to SPECT in that it provides an 'intrinsic' image of the organism's body onto which a SPECT signal can be overlaid. Our dual SPECT/CT system can sequentially acquire SPECT and CT images of the same organism during a single imaging run, which ensures that the images acquired in each modality arein nearly perfect register. (back to top)", "\nNikon A1R Confocal\nNikon A1R MP Multiphoton\nNikon C1+ Confocal\nNikon Wide-Field\nCaliper IVIS Lumina II\nMILabs U-SPECT-II/CT\nUse the Facility\nWhole Animal Imaging\nProvide Feedback\tPurdue University, West Lafayette, IN 47907 USA, (765) 494-4600"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.theatlantic.com/international/print/2012/12/global-crystal-ball-whats-going-to-happen-around-the-world-in-2013/266700/

Global Crystal Ball: What's Going to Happen Around the World in 2013? By Armin Rosen Some appropriately less-than-confident conjecture about what the new year might have in store Anti-Muslim Brotherhood protestors flood Tahrir Square in Cairo, Egypt on Oc

["tober 19, 2012. (Mohamed Abd El Ghany/Reuters)", "\nAtlantic writers preview the stories, trends, and ideas to watch. See full coverage If you want a sense of just how hopeless it is to attempt to forecast major international events, consider this February 4, 2011 news report of a Senate Intelligence Committee hearing, where a high-ranking CIA official was asked about the Agency's anticipation of the uprising in Egypt, which had started just a few days earlier", "\nFrom the report, it's unclear whether even the President of the United States understood the potential for Hosni Mubarak's ouster, even after massive popular protests had seized much of the country. Even the most earth-shattering global events are difficult and sometimes impossible for the ostensibly most well-informed of governments and organizations to anticipate--indeed, they are difficult to anticipateas they are happening", "\nAs the political scientist Jay Ulfelder recently argued, by its very nature, international political forecasting will never be definitely solved by a Nate Silver-like numbers cruncher. Out in the real world, events gain an unpredictable momentum based on factors that no current statistical model can account for--which is another way of saying that political science can't perfectly comprehend the full spectrum of human nature", "\nSuch uncertainty is part of what makes foreign affairs so interesting in the first place. Yes, the latest Council on Foreign Relations Preventative Priorities Survey says that a war over Ngarno-Karbach isn't all that likely. But that doesn't mean that journalists won't be flocking to Baku and Yerevan at some point in 2013, pacing anxiously as the Azeri and Armenian militaries prepare for battle.", "\nWith that in mind, and with the utmost possible humility, here are six mostly vague and probably wrong predictions for the coming year. Whether they're vindicated or not, don't say we didn't warn you.\nhttp://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/12/global-crystal-ball-whats-going-to-happen-around-the-world-in-2013/266700/"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.nih.gov/news/health/may2011/niehs-03.htm

Bookmark & Share Delicious National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute (NHLBI) National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) For Immediate Release Robin Mackar, NIEHS NHLBI Communications Office NIAID Office of Communications 301-402-1663 Wor

["ld Asthma Day: NIH research advances help people with asthma", "\nStatement of Linda S. Birnbaum, Ph.D., director, National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences and National Toxicology Program; Susan B. Shurin, M.D., acting director, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute; and Anthony S. Fauci, M.D., director, National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases\nToday, the National Institutes of Health joins with public health officials, health organizations, and patient groups around the world to recognize World Asthma Day.", "\nAs NIH\ufffds leading supporters of asthma research, we at the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences (NIEHS), the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute (NHLBI), and the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) renew our commitment to advancing studies that will help improve asthma prevention, diagnosis, and management. Our diverse programs provide a critical foundation for improving outcomes for patients with asthma", "\nEach of our institutes focuses on a fundamentally different aspect of asthma, and we work closely together to coordinate our research programs. Our goal is to make this year\ufffds theme, You Can Control Your Asthma, not just a slogan but a reality.", "\nAsthma is a chronic inflammatory disorder of the airways, affecting more than 17 million American adults and 7 million children under 18 years of age. Asthma disproportionately affects minorities, people with lower incomes, females, and children. The disorder is characterized by mild to life-threatening episodes of airway narrowing and obstruction, causing wheezing, coughing, chest tightness and shortness of breath", "\nAsthma has no cure, but daily preventive treatment can enable individuals to manage their symptoms and lead active lives.", "\nAs the lead NIH institute focusing on how environmental factors impact human health, NIEHS is working to understand how exposures to environmental agents trigger diseases such as asthma, and how we can prevent, diagnose and treat these diseases.", "\nIn addition to identifying environmental factors contributing to asthma, NIEHS is developing and testing new technologies to help determine environmental triggers and reduce asthma symptoms", "\nPIPER, or the Pre-toddler Inhalable Particulate Environmental Robotic sampler, is a robot developed by NIEHS grantees capable of mimicking children\ufffds floor activities while collecting better estimates of young children\ufffds exposure to indoor air pollutants, such as particulate matter, pesticides, allergens, endotoxins and airborne fungi", "\nPIPER is being used as part of a study that will compare measurements of particulates obtained by PIPER with those from standard adult height monitoring stations and examine their association with asthma symptoms.", "\nNIEHS is also supporting research to find improved asthma interventions. Through collaborative programs such as the Head-off Environmental Asthma in Louisiana (HEAL) Project, implemented in New Orleans soon after Hurricane Katrina, we are learning about the important role that comprehensive home-front interventions can have on children with asthma", "\nNIEHS researchers continue to learn more about genetic susceptibility to asthma, by working closely with other NIH-funded researchers and international collaborators to conduct genome-wide association studies. The studies are aimed at identifying genetic risk factors and their interactions with environmental risk factors, in order to characterize how they may influence susceptibility to the disease. Also, work being done by the Centers for Children\ufffds Environmental Health, supported by NIEHS and the U.S", "\nEnvironmental Protection Agency, is helping us better understand and treat asthma. For example, research from one of the centers has shown that children living close to major roadways in Southern California have a higher risk of asthma. Additionally, research conducted at the NIEHS Clinical Research Unit in Research Triangle Park, N.C., is leading to a greater knowledge about the causes of asthma, and how to prevent and treat diseases that are clearly influenced by the environment. NHLBI", "\nThe NHLBI supports a broad asthma research program that spans basic research, genomics, proteomics, epidemiology, clinical trials and demonstration projects. This support has advanced our understanding of the mechanisms of asthma and improved patient care", "\nFor example, the NHLBI-funded Asthma Clinical Research Network recently demonstrated that tiotropium bromide, an anticholinergic drug that helps reduce airway contraction, was an effective add-on therapy to inhaled corticosteroids for adults with poorly controlled asthma.", "\nSeveral current NHLBI research programs are addressing the problem of recurrent asthma flare-ups in people with otherwise good day-to-day asthma control. These programs include studying new treatment approaches for flare-ups in infants and school-age children, as well as genome-wide association studies investigating the genetic factors that make some patients prone to worsening of asthma symptoms", "\nThe NHLBI will soon launch a network of six clinical centers that will integrate molecular, cellular and clinical studies of severe asthma to better predict when serious complications of asthma will occur and identify new targets for therapy", "\nBecause asthma was the most common underlying health condition among those hospitalized in the United States with 2009 H1N1 influenza infection during the 2009-2010 influenza season, NHLBI and NIAID conducted a collaborative study to establish safe and effective strategies to vaccinate children and adults with mild to severe asthma against the 2009 pandemic H1N1 influenza virus", "\nThe results of this study showed that the 2009 pandemic H1N1 influenza virus vaccine is safe and can produce appropriate antibody levels in people with asthma. The NHLBI is exploring ways to prevent asthma from developing, including an ongoing study examining whether vitamin D supplements given to pregnant women could prevent their children from developing asthma", "\nThe NHLBI also supports the National Asthma Education and Prevention Program (NAEPP), a partnership among professional, voluntary health and lay organizations as well as federal agencies to improve clinical guidelines-based care. The NAEPP\ufffds National Asthma Control Initiative aims to strengthen collaboration among health care providers, patients and families, and other stakeholders committed to improving asthma management.", "\nNIAID\ufffds program in asthma research focuses on understanding how allergens, pollutants, infections and genetics interact with the immune system to cause and aggravate asthma. It also centers on developing strategies to treat and prevent the disease. NIAID funds three multi-site asthma clinical research programs and many individual grants in support of these efforts", "\nNIAID-funded researchers have greatly increased our understanding of asthma by studying inner-city children, who are at a disproportionately high risk for the disease. Initial studies identified a strong association between environmental allergic sensitization and asthma and showed that removing household allergens reduced asthma symptoms and health care visits", "\nEnvironmental pollution also can aggravate asthma and increase susceptibility to allergic diseases, and NIAID-supported researchers are investigating the mechanisms behind this association. Similarly, major efforts are under way to understand how viral infections can worsen asthma, and how obesity may affect the disease.", "\nIn the area of treatment, a recent NIAID-sponsored clinical trial found that augmenting NIH asthma guidelines-based therapy with a drug that targets immunoglobulin E, an antibody that plays a key role in allergy, nearly eliminated seasonal increases in asthma attacks and significantly decreased asthma symptoms among inner-city youth", "\nFinally, NIAID, NHLBI, and several other NIH institutes, together with the Agency for Healthcare Research and Quality and the Merck Childhood Asthma Network, co-sponsored a workshop to develop standardized definitions and data collection methods for asthma clinical studies. These standards will enable investigators to better compare results across studies and better inform the direction of future research", "\nThe March 2010 workshop participants reached consensus on seven key outcome measures that will be required in future NIH-sponsored asthma clinical trials and observational studies: symptoms, exacerbations, biomarkers, lung function, quality of life, asthma control questionnaire results and health care utilization and cost", "\nThe workshop report will be published in the Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology in fall 2011.The NIEHS supports research to understand the effects of the environment on human health and is part of NIH. For more information on environmental health topics, visit our Web site at http://www.niehs.nih.gov", "\nSubscribe to one or more of the NIEHS news lists (http://www.niehs.nih.gov/news/releases/newslist/index.cfm) to stay current on NIEHS news, press releases, grant opportunities, training, events, and publications.", "\nThe NHLBI plans, conducts, and supports research related to the causes, prevention, diagnosis, and treatment of heart, blood vessel, lung, and blood diseases; and sleep disorders. The Institute also administers national health education campaigns on women and heart disease, asthma and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and other topics. NHLBI press releases and other materials are available online at www.nhlbi.nih.gov", "\nNIAID conducts and supports research \u2014 at NIH, throughout the United States, and worldwide \u2014 to study the causes of infectious and immune-mediated diseases, and to develop better means of preventing, diagnosing and treating these illnesses. News releases, fact sheets and other NIAID-related materials are available on the NIAID Web site at http://www.niaid.nih.gov/.", "\nAbout the National Institutes of Health (NIH): NIH, the nation's medical research agency, includes 27 Institutes and Centers\nand is a component of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. NIH\nis the primary federal agency conducting and supporting basic, clinical, and\ntranslational medical research, and is investigating the causes, treatments,\nand cures for both common and rare diseases. For more information about NIH\nand its programs, visit http://www.nih.gov.", "\nNIEHS Asthma Web Page (http://www.niehs.nih.gov/health/topics/conditions/asthma/index.cfm) NHLBI Diseases and Conditions Index: Asthma (http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/Asthma/Asthma_WhatIs.html)\nNational Asthma Control Initiative (NACI): http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/prof/lung/asthma/naci/discover/ NIAID Asthma Web Page (http://www.niaid.nih.gov/topics/asthma/)\nGlobal Initiative for Asthma's World Asthma Day Web page (http://www.ginasthma.com/WADindex.asp)\nreceive future NIH news releases."]

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Date Created (Newest) Date Created (Oldest) Date Added (Newest) Date Added (Oldest) Administering Green Programs in Congress: Issues and Options Creator: Straus, Jacob R. Description: This report discusses "green" programs and the higher profile they have

[" gained since the 110th Congress. \"Green\" programs are those designed to create an environmentally friendly work environment and conserve energy. This report discusses initiatives and policy options that would improve the \"greening\" process on Capitol Hill.", "\nAlternative Fuels and Advanced Technology Vehicles: Issues in Congress\nCreator: Yacobucci, Brent D.\nDescription: This report provides an overview of current issues surrounding alternative fuels and advanced technology vehicles - issues discussed in further detail in other CRS reports referred to in each section.\nAlternative Transportation Fuels and Vehicles: Energy, Environment, and Development Issues\nCreator: Yacobucci, Brent D", "\nDescription: This report reviews several issues relating to alternative fuels and vehicles, mainly to combat dependence on petroleum imports and reduce greenhouse gas emissions. The report discusses the advantages and drawbacks of various alternative fuels and vehicles, as well as related legislation.\nAre Carbon Dioxide Emissions Rising More Rapidly Than Expected?\nCreator: Leggett, Jane A. & Logan, Jeffrey", "\nDescription: At least one recent report and numerous news articles suggest that carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions are rising more rapidly than expected. While CO2 emissions associated with human activities continue to rise -- and may be worthy of alarm because of their influence on climate change -- any short-term comparisons between actual emissions and the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) scenarios miss the mark", "\nThis report analyzes this issue and the issues associated with IPCC scenarios and trajectories. It also describes the importance of monitoring CO2 emissions and analyzing the factors and forces behind increasing CO2 emissions.", "\nArmy Corps of Engineers Water Resource Projects: Authorization and Appropriations\nCreator: Carter, Nicole T. & Stern, Charles V.", "\nDescription: The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers attracts congressional attention because its projects can have significant local and regional economic benefits and environmental effects, in addition to their water resource development purposes. This report provides an overview of the Corps civil works program. It covers the congressional authorization and appropriation process, the standard project development process, and other Corps activities and authorities", "\nIt also includes an Appendix on the evolution of Corps civil works missions and authorities and a description of the limits on the Corps' role in levee accreditation and improvements for the National Flood Insurance Program (NFIP).", "\nBiomass Feedstocks for Biopower: Background and Selected Issues\nCreator: Bracmort, Kelsi", "\nDescription: The production of bioenergy - renewable energy derived from biomass - could potentially increase national energy security, reduce greenhouse gas emissions, and contribute to rural economic growth. This report provides analyses of commonly discussed biomass feedstocks and their relative potential for power generation", "\nAdditional biopower issues - feedstock accessibility, the biomass power plant carbon-neutrality debate, and unintended consequences of legislative activities to promote bioenergy - are also discussed.", "\nChanges in the Arctic: Background and Issues for Congress\nCreator: O'Rourke, Ronald", "\nDescription: The diminishment of Arctic sea ice has led to increased human activities in the Arctic, and has heightened concerns about the region's future. Issues such as Arctic sovereignty claims; commercial shipping through the Arctic; Arctic oil, gas, and mineral exploration; endangered Arctic species; and increased military operations in the Arctic could cause the region in coming years to become an arena of international cooperation, competition, or conflict", "\nThis report provides an overview of Arctic-related issues for Congress, and refers readers to more in-depth CRS reports on specific Arctic-related issues.", "\nClimate Change Legislation in the 108th Congress\nCreator: Yacobucci, Brent D & Powers, Kyna", "\nDescription: Climate change and greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions have been an issue in the 108th Congress, as they have been over the past decade. Bills directly addressing climate change issues range from those focused primarily on climate change research (H.R. 1578 and S. 1164) to comprehensive emissions cap and trading programs for all six greenhouse gases (S. 139 and H.R. 4067)", "\nThis report briefly discusses basic concepts on which these bills are based, and compares major provisions of the bills in each of the following categories: climate change research, GHG reporting and registries, and cap and trade programs.", "\nDescription: Climate change and greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions are a continuing issue in the 109th Congress. Bills directly addressing climate change issues range from those focused primarily on climate change research to comprehensive emissions cap-and-trade programs. Additional bills focus on GHG reporting and registries, or on power plant emissions of carbon dioxide, as part of wider controls on pollutant emissions. The bills vary in their approaches to climate change issues", "\nThis report briefly discusses the basic concepts on which these bills are based and compares major provisions of the bills in each of the following categories: climate change research, technology deployment, GHG reporting and registries, and emissions reduction programs."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.northjersey.com/story/news/bergen/2016/03/31/westwood-police-blotter-march-31/94589268/

Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI

["Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nWestwood Police Blotter, March 31\nCDS arrest\nPolice pulled over a black Volvo at 1:11 a.m. on Kinderkamack Road for a motor vehicle violation. As they were speaking with the driver, a 22-year-old man of Clifton, they noticed a strong odor of marijuana emanating from the vehicle. After the driver handed over his paperwork, police had him step out of the vehicle.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nThey retrieved from the vehicle a metal pipe, commonly referred to as a one-hitter, which was in a pouch on the front passenger seat, and a metal grinder containing suspected marijuana residue that was located in the center console", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nThe driver was arrested and charged with possession of marijuana under 50 grams, possession of drug paraphernalia, possession of a controlled dangerous substance in a motor vehicle, maintenance of lamps, maintenance of a high-mounted rear back light, maintenance of the license plate lamp and improper color of lamps.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nAn officer was travelling south on Broadway at 7:31 p.m. when he saw two vehicles stopped near the intersection of Lake Street on the northbound lane. As he approached the scene, the officer realized the vehicles, a black Toyota Camry and a black Jeep, had just been in a minor motor vehicle crash. He assessed the situation, determined the crash was caused by a rear-end collision, and had the drivers pull their cars around the corner to get out of the busy road.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nThe driver and passenger of the Toyota stated to the officer that while they were stopped at the red light, they were hit from behind by the other vehicle involved in the crash.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nWhen the officer went to speak to the driver of the Jeep, a 23-year-old man of Saddle River, the officer noticed his eyes were droopy, speech was slurred and hand movements were slow. Another officer came to assist and had the driver step out of the vehicle to do field sobriety tests, which he could not perform satisfactorily. He was arrested for driving while intoxicated. The officer retrieved from the vehicle four Alprazolam pills.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nAt headquarters, officers found in the driver's pocket a small metal pipe that contained a greenish-brown vegetation believed to be marijuana. He was given a breathalyzer test, which came back at zero percent. A drug recognition expert was called in to assess the driver for being under the influence of drugs.", "Westwood police blotter: CDS arrest, DWI\nThe driver was charged with possession of a CDS, driving while intoxicated, DWI in a school zone, possession of CDS in a motor vehicle, reckless driving, careless driving, tailgating, and failure to exhibit documents."]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.china.org.cn/english/features/China2005/142054.htm

"China's Principles for Establishing Diplomatic Relations and Recognition of the PRC"

["China's Principles for Establishing Diplomatic Relations and Recognition of the PRC\nPrinciples of Establishing Diplomatic Relations\nOn October 1, 1949, at the inauguration of the PRC, the Chinese government declared, \"This government is the sole legitimate government representing the whole people of the People's Republic of China. It is ready to establish diplomatic relations with any foreign government willing to observe the principles of equality, mutual benefit, and respect for each other's territorial integrity and sovereignty.\"", "China's Principles for Establishing Diplomatic Relations and Recognition of the PRC\nThere is only one China in the world. Taiwan Province is an integral part of the territory of the PRC. Any nation that intends to have diplomatic relations with China must recognize the PRC government as the sole legitimate government of China and sever diplomatic ties with the Taiwan authorities", "China's Principles for Establishing Diplomatic Relations and Recognition of the PRC\nChina firmly opposes any actions aimed at creating \"Taiwan independence,\" \"two Chinas\" or \"one China, one Taiwan,\" and will not tolerate any country that has established a formal diplomatic relations with China to establish any official relations of any kind with Taiwan authorities."]

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https://www.fnepsa.fr/en/jean-luc-beaufils.htm

The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils

["The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nHome > News > Jean-Luc-Beaufils\nThe painter Jean-Luc Beaufils by Jean-Paul Sourillan\nJean-Luc Beaufils, the last representative of French Modern Art, was born on 18 February 1953. Son of the architect Jean Charles Louis Beaufils, he became familiar with drawing and painting at an early age...", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nFrom the age of 4, he already showed a predisposition for construction and colour. \"I had countless boxes of pencils, I needed to draw. It was a kind of refuge. As a teenager I was probably a bit of a dreamer. So I kept myself busy by drawing. Then it very quickly became a need,\" explains the man who would become one of the greatest French colourists. \"You have an idea of what you want to do and then you progressively affirm it on the canvas,\" he explains.", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nLater, he analysed shapes, construction, tones and colour. His talent became clearer, his teachers were astonished, he was already an artist at heart. Very early on, his work challenges and questions. The painter continues his way. In the 70's, Beaufils painted his first pictures, his pure sketches springing from a single line, the drawing is impulsive, the colour is frank. This talented colourist combines forms to create a cheerful atmosphere, revealing life, light and personality", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nHe visits museums and galleries and devours art in all its forms. He guessed his masters, chose them, then tamed them: it was Matisse, Picasso, Braque, Dufy. From then on, the painter was totally absorbed by painting and took part in his first exhibitions, where he was immediately successful. First prizes followed, and exhibitions multiplied.", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nAt the beginning of the 1980s, Beaufils was widely recognised in the galleries and his first personal exhibitions abroad began. His works can be admired on the gallery walls among the greatest. In group exhibitions, Van Dongen, Gen Paul, Raoul Dufy, Andr\u00e9 Lhote, Andr\u00e9 Derain, G\u00e9rard Schneider, Ladislas Kijno, C\u00e9sar, Bernard Buffet... His paintings are sold in the United States, Japan and several European countries. A success without borders", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nThe painter is happy, he is stubborn, tenacious, hard-working, seeks perfection and reaps the rewards of this ceaseless work through major exhibitions that quickly lead him to fame. For more than forty years, Beaufils has been faithful to the colour, to the material that he deploys on his canvases with agility and precision.", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nThere is no repetition but a great homogeneity in his work. Beaufils' fame is affirmed with each exhibition, he fully owns his art in a multitude of subjects delivered raw from his imagination. \"I paint all the time, my pleasure is to be in my studio where I try to be sincere, I have only gone a little way, I feel I am still far from having done all the work. In his studio, where countless works are piled up, we find all his ardour and love of painting", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nSketchbooks filled with projects and memories are lying around. His imagination is fertile, his colours dazzle us, it is the artist in his entirety that reveals himself. When we talk about his work, he answers with modesty, integrity and sincerity. He shares with us his emotions, his joys and transmits to us all the strength that emanates from his being and dazzles us with his talent.", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nThis long journey has led him to free himself little by little from his masters, his oils and gouaches are moving towards a very personal painting in which we recognize his sensitivity and his passion which envelops us, impregnates us, the artist is present in all his paintings. In all her exhibitions, the visitors are unanimous, her talent is recognized. His paintings are strikingly cheerful and fresh, they arouse great admiration and fill us with joy and delight", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nBeaufils is an enchanter! From New York to Los Angeles, the American public is won over. From Paris to Saint Tropez, the French are thrilled. His fame has spread beyond the borders, showbiz stars and visiting celebrities are shopping in the galleries. The undeniable success of the artist due to his talent is magnified by his simplicity and honesty. When the discussion begins, it is his heart that speaks, painting without bluff or embellishment. Beaufils enchants us", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nHe takes us to limitless horizons where our imagination wanders through his works. His perfection seduces us. The perfectionist persists and signs.", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nBeaufils the phenomenon. The Beaufils phenomenon has been breaking price records in the largest auction rooms for several years. Prices are soaring. About twenty personal exhibitions criss-cross France, the success does not vary from one corner of the country to another. Permanently present in galleries across the Atlantic and in several European countries, his reputation is growing", "The painter Jean-Luc Beaufils\nRanked by Le Figaro, Beaux Arts Magazine and Artprice among the 1,000 painters who made the world art market in 2007, all periods and all countries combined, the artist remains equal to himself, in simplicity and modesty. A phenomenon to be followed very closely."]

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https://aaina.org.in/newsdetails.asp?id=4&subid=16&newsid=170

Aaina observed International Day for Persons with Disabilities.

["Aaina observed International Day for Persons with Disabilities.\nAaina observed International Day for Persons with Disabilities on 3rd December towards creating awareness about the rights of people with disabilities through a human chain in front of a popular Mall Big Bazaar in the city. Children, parents, people passing there by, volunteers, Aaina staffs and well wishers participated in the human chain. Through the Human chain we spread messages on their rights and abilities and the importance of the day", "Aaina observed International Day for Persons with Disabilities.\nThe special attraction of the day was being at Kalinga Stadium to watch the Men's Hockey World Cup by the children with disabilities, their parents and ofcourse the ever enthusiast staff of Aaina. \"My heart also beats for hockey\" was the caption and children thoroughly enjoyed the game and shared happy time with \"Olly\" the mascot of the game", "Aaina observed International Day for Persons with Disabilities.\nThe Sports authority were informed about the participation of the children and people with disabilities and special attention was given by them to take care of the challenges."]

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https://teara.govt.nz/en/biographies/6s11/smith-joseph-stewart

Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator

["Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nLast names beginning with S\nSmith, Joseph Stewart\nStory: Smith, Joseph Stewart\nPage 1: Biography\nFisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nThis biography, written by Charlie Mitchell, was first published in the Dictionary of New Zealand Biography in 2022.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nFisherman Stewart Smith transformed the ecology of New Zealand\u2019s freshwater lakes and rivers through his many introductions of exotic fish, some of which prospered as pests and permanently damaged native ecosystems. He illegally released more than 15,000 fish into the wild, primarily in the Auckland, Northland, and Waikato regions, hoping to bring fishing within easy reach of ordinary people. His releases spanned five decades, continuing well into his nineties", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nHe bred the fish in a commercial garage north of Auckland. Smith was a major contributor to the development of coarse fishing (angling for traditionally undesirable species) in New Zealand, and has been held responsible for establishing several species, including the first population of rudd in the Southern Hemisphere. He regarded himself as acting for the benefit of the community, but his legacy is one of reckless environmental vandalism that continues to affect New Zealand\u2019s freshwater ecology.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nJoseph Stewart Smith, known as Stewart, was born in Manor Park, East London, on 21 January 1913, one of three children of Fanny Foote and her husband, dockworker Joseph Stewart Smith. Smith started fishing young, learning to catch tiddlers in a local pond when he was five years old. He sold these to adults for bait, earning himself enough money to buy a bicycle. He spent much of his later childhood fishing in the Lea Canal on his way home from school", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nAlthough he had a fraught relationship with his father, whom he described as a gambler who abused his mother, Smith remembered a happy childhood, in large part due to his love of fishing.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nIn 1928, when he was 15, Smith and his younger brother Edwin moved to New Zealand without their parents, seemingly due to the family\u2019s financial difficulties. They found work on a farm near \u014ctorohanga, and on his days off Smith fished for snapper in K\u0101whia Harbour. He disliked farm work and soon left for Tauranga, where he worked on a fishing boat for several years in the Mayor Island fishing grounds", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nHe was increasingly drawn to the communist Soviet Union during his Tauranga years, and remained a committed socialist for the rest of his life. He moved to Auckland in 1936, aged 23, and secured a job mending fishing nets.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nIn March 1941 Smith was called up to join the army but, according to his own account in later life, tried to enlist in the navy instead, as he believed that, as an active member of the Communist Party of New Zealand, he would likely be shot if he joined the army. His refusal to serve in the army brought him a six-week sentence at Mount Eden prison, followed by detention as a conscientious objector at the Haut\u016b detention camp near T\u016brangi", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith enjoyed his time in camp, developing engineering skills and, by his own account, making nets with which to poach trout from a nearby river at the request of camp authorities.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nReleased in 1946, Smith returned to Auckland and became a waterside worker. A serious leg injury prevented him from participating in the 1951 dispute, and he was unable to work for several years. This prompted him, in 1953, to buy an empty section on Triangle Road, near Massey, north-west of Auckland, where he was to live for the rest of his life. From 1954 he operated a commercial garage and petrol station on the site, later claiming to have worked for 16 years straight without a day off", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nFor a time the petrol station was a Caltex franchise, but it eventually ceased to operate. He earned the nickname \u2018Shotgun Smith\u2019 through his fierce protectiveness of his property.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith retained his childhood fondness for coarse fishing, which he combined with an interest in aquaculture. He had long considered New Zealand bereft of fishing opportunities, particularly for children, believing that native eels were inadequate for the purpose because their resemblance to snakes made children afraid to fish for them", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nDuring his Massey years he became increasingly active in campaigning for the introduction of coarse fish into New Zealand waterways, both to expand recreational fishing opportunities and to help clear weed from farmers\u2019 ponds. He gradually came to view it at as David and Goliath struggle, with his efforts blocked by a wealthy cabal of sports fishermen, who were benefiting financially from the supremacy of the trout fishing industry", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nCentral North Island tourism operators, he believed, had found common cause with the regional acclimatisation societies and the Department of Internal Affairs, which managed the introduction of exotic fish species, and who employed \u2018a load of tame scientists to convince everybody that we\u2019re destroying the environment\u2019.1", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nBy his own account, Smith\u2019s efforts to introduce coarse fish began in 1960, when he unsuccessfully lobbied the Department of Internal Affairs to permit the introduction of perch, rudd, tench, goldfish, koi carp and others to lakes north of Auckland. Indifferent to official rejection, he installed a network of ponds to breed fish behind his garage. He fed them with fresh water from a bore, and maintained a network of tanks in which he bred goldfish he sold to dealers across the country", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nHe immersed himself in technical literature, and turned his engineering skills to producing an increasingly sophisticated breeding environment, including a concealed tank in his car for transporting fish.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith began to illegally breed exotic fish, which he released into waterways around the Auckland region, according to his own records, from 1964. The earliest liberations involved perch, which had first been introduced into New Zealand in the 1860s, mostly in Otago and Canterbury, and illegally introduced into a Hamilton lake in the early 1900s. Smith commissioned two local boys to help him take perch from the lake, which he then spread throughout Auckland, mainly in the Western Springs area.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nDespite being a loner, Smith often found others willing to help him illegally introduce exotic fish to New Zealand waterways. He made numerous contacts throughout the country, some of whom he supplied with pest fish upon request. Some used his fish to clear weeds from their ponds, while others kept them for fishing or ornamental purposes. This led to numerous accidental introductions. Smith bred thousands of koi carp and sold them to a Waikato farmer, who placed them in ponds for ornamental purposes", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nA flood swept them into the nearby Waip\u0101 River, and they spread from there into the Waikato River and many of the region\u2019s lakes, becoming a noxious pest.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nIn 1969, Smith released the Southern Hemisphere\u2019s first known population of rudd \u2013 a pest fish that competes with native species \u2013 into a pond at a primary school north of Auckland. They had been smuggled into the country on the MV Rangitoto. According to his own records, he subsequently released more than 10,000 rudd into lakes and rivers. The species soon became so widespread it was deemed acclimatised in Auckland, meaning the authorities accepted it could not be eradicated.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith also introduced tench to Auckland. The fish had been introduced to New Zealand in 1867 but had remained restricted to the \u014camaru area. In 1965 Smith obtained several tench from a contact in Timaru and released them at least 81 separate times, as far south as Tauranga. Tench was deemed acclimatised in New Zealand in 1983. More than a decade later, Smith released golden tench in several ponds north of Auckland", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith favoured releasing fish into dune lakes north of Auckland, because these were publicly accessible and provided good habitat for coarse fish. Smith\u2019s rudd and perch drove down the numbers of native fish in Lake Rototoa, brought about the collapse of a native ecosystem at Lake Wainamu, and severely degraded other lakes. In some cases, Smith\u2019s rudd were so successful he sought to control their numbers by releasing perch to compete with them", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nAt one point he considered introducing pike, a carnivore that preys on virtually any fish species it encounters, leading even his few remaining allies to question his judgment.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nMany of Smith\u2019s releases took place on private land, and he sometimes failed to obtain the permission of the landowner beforehand. This could cause significant problems, as some of Smith\u2019s fish were bottom-feeders which clogged drains and pumps. The cost of removing the fish was borne by the landowner.\nProsecutions and later life", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nSmith campaigned regularly through the press, particularly the Auckland Star, which once profiled him boasting about his rudd releases and describing his lifetime goal of introducing gudgeon. The frenetic pace of his liberations through the 1960s and early 1970s, and his frequent public admissions about them, soon brought him to the attention of authorities, though there was relatively little they could do under the 1951 regulations which guided prosecutions", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nIn late 1973, Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries and Marine Department officials poisoned his fish tanks, destroying his goldfish breeding stock and hampering his liberations for several years.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nNew regulations, passed in 1983, strengthened the available punishments, and Smith suspended his public campaigning if not his liberations. These were abruptly halted in early 1987 when he was raided by the Auckland Acclimatisation Society. The society seized Smith\u2019s Lada Niva, which had been adapted to carry fish tanks, along with detailed records of his introductions which were used as the basis of 54 legal charges against him. He was fined $4950", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nIn the 1990s and early 2000s, Smith, now in his eighties, largely receded from public view. Some landowners reported sightings of him, however, suggesting he had continued his fish releases. In early 2005, the 92-year-old\u2019s home was raided by the Auckland City Council, after a boy found an Australian smooth marron crawling along the road near Smith\u2019s home and reported it to his father", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nThe council discovered more marron and a small number of gudgeon, a species not present in New Zealand, on Smith\u2019s property. More of each species were also discovered in a pond near Helensville, where Smith had released them. If either species had been released widely, they could have caused serious and permanent damage to New Zealand\u2019s freshwater ecosystems. Stewart had previously told associates he had wanted to establish gudgeon in Lake Taup\u014d, but had been unsuccessful.", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nThe 2005 raid marked the end of Smith\u2019s fish releases. He died in Auckland on 21 May 2008, aged 95, having never married or had children. Even a decade after his death, funds from his estate were being distributed to coarse fishing clubs.\nNext:External links and sources\nB. Winters. That Pommie bastard: a roaring true tangle with New Zealand environmental politics. Mount Maunganui, 2012, p. 129. Back", "Stewart Smith: Fisherman, watersider, fish liberator\nCharlie Mitchell. 'Smith, Joseph Stewart - Smith, Joseph Stewart', Dictionary of New Zealand Biography, first published in 2022. Te Ara - the Encyclopedia of New Zealand, https://teara.govt.nz/en/biographies/6s11/smith-joseph-stewart (accessed 30 March 2023)"]

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https://kingjames.bible/II-Kings-21

II Kings 21 - The History of Manasseh, Amon, and Josiah, Kings of Judah

["II Kings 21 - The History of Manasseh, Amon, and Josiah, Kings of Judah\nII Kings 21 << >>\nII Kings 21\n1 Manasseh was twelve years old when he began to reign, and reigned fifty and five years in Jerusalem. And his mother's name was Hephzibah.\n13 And I will stretch over Jerusalem the line of Samaria, and the plummet of the house of Ahab: and I will wipe Jerusalem as a man wipeth a dish, wiping it, and turning it upside down.", "II Kings 21 - The History of Manasseh, Amon, and Josiah, Kings of Judah\n17 Now the rest of the acts of Manasseh, and all that he did, and his sin that he sinned, are they not written in the book of the chronicles of the kings of Judah?\n18 And Manasseh slept with his fathers, and was buried in the garden of his own house, in the garden of Uzza: and Amon his son reigned in his stead.\n19 Amon was twenty and two years old when he began to reign, and he reigned two years in Jerusalem. And his mother's name was Meshullemeth, the daughter of Haruz of Jotbah.", "II Kings 21 - The History of Manasseh, Amon, and Josiah, Kings of Judah\n20 And he did that which was evil in the sight of the LORD, as his father Manasseh did.\n21 And he walked in all the way that his father walked in, and served the idols that his father served, and worshipped them:\n22 And he forsook the LORD God of his fathers, and walked not in the way of the LORD.\n23 And the servants of Amon conspired against him, and slew the king in his own house.", "II Kings 21 - The History of Manasseh, Amon, and Josiah, Kings of Judah\n24 And the people of the land slew all them that had conspired against king Amon; and the people of the land made Josiah his son king in his stead.\n25 Now the rest of the acts of Amon which he did, are they not written in the book of the chronicles of the kings of Judah?\n26 And he was buried in his sepulchre in the garden of Uzza: and Josiah his son reigned in his stead."]

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https://www.episcopalcafe.com/gregory-the-multitasker/

Gregory the Multitasker

["Gregory the Multitasker\nGregory the Multitasker\nMaria Evans\nReadings for the feast day of Gregory the Great, Friday, March 12, 2021:\nIn our Gospel reading, Jesus is once again emphasizing servanthood as the primary act of what \u201cfollowing Jesus\u201d means. When we look at the life of Gregory the Great, the variety and diversity of what was influenced by his ministry tells a tale of a remarkably multitasking servant.", "Gregory the Multitasker\nGregory was born to a politically prominent family (his father was a Roman Senator) in 540. Gregory was a product of that privilege and essentially a political wunderkind, rising to the title of Prefect of Rome by the time he was 30 years old. Shortly thereafter, he did a complete 180 degree turn and entered a monastery", "Gregory the Multitasker\nMonastic life, though, was not his calling, and he didn\u2019t stay there long (although he would draw on his experiences in the monastery for the rest of his life.) His real calling was in church administration; and that call allowed him to explore a variety of ways to spread Christianity.", "Gregory the Multitasker\nOf particular importance to Episcopalians, he is an index ancestor in the story of Anglican Christianity. Gregory first encountered people from the British isles as slaves being sold at the Roman slave market. He was incredibly struck by their pale skin and fine facial features, and likened them to angels. As Pope, he spearheaded the creation of mission expeditions to Britain, and these expeditions were highly successful.", "Gregory the Multitasker\nHe is also the source of some of the routine formatting of our Eucharistic liturgy; namely devising one of the earliest lectionaries, locating the Lord\u2019s Prayer immediately before the fraction, and adding seasonal collects and prefaces in the Eucharistic liturgy. A prolific writer, he wrote a series of homilies on the Book of Ezekiel, several sacramental instructional books, a hagiography of the saints of 6th century Italy, and a four volume work on pastoral care", "Gregory the Multitasker\nAlthough the medical advice he dispensed for pastors ranged from the quaintly laughable (for instance, that people with small noses are poor at discernment because one needs large nostrils for that) to the misinformed and even occasionally offensive, a great deal of his pastoral advice is still applicable today", "Gregory the Multitasker\n(The one that caught my eye was he instructed priests to refrain from fouling the pure water of Christ with their dirty feet, reminding them that their public behavior should always be a good example to followers.)", "Gregory the Multitasker\nGregory was not solely an academic; he also took seriously the call for people to be physically, as well as spiritually fed. During a drought, he organized a supply and distribution chain to import grain from Sicily, even raising literally a small army of volunteers to help with the charitable distribution of food to those too weak or too ill to pick up monthly food at a distribution point.", "Gregory the Multitasker\nHe created a school for church musicians, and is attributed in being one of the forces behind the development of Gregorian chant (at the very least, named for him.) He established hospitals for the indigent, and commissioned art for churches, saying \u201cIlliterate men can contemplate in the lines of a picture, what they cannot learn by means of the written word.\u201d Even though he was plagued by arthritis in the last part of his life, dying in the year 604 from multiple medical maladies, he was still able to use his organizational skills in serving others.", "Gregory the Multitasker\nMany times, we discount our own power as evangelists of the Gospel because we\u2019re introverts, or uncomfortable as public (or even private) speakers. Gregory the Great is proof for every organizer of a church bazaar, food ministry, or outreach ministry that they are, indeed, preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ.\nWhat gifts might you have that, at first, don\u2019t seem \u201cministerial\u201d, but could be the key to unlocking bold new ministries in our parishes?", "Gregory the Multitasker\nMaria Evans splits her week between being a pathologist and laboratory director in Kirksville, MO, and gratefully serving in the Episcopal Diocese of Missouri , as the Interim Pastor at Christ Episcopal Church, Rolla, MO."]

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Feed The Goat

["Feed The Goat\nShaun Goater was signed by Alex Ferguson almost as a political pawn after a Manchester United tour of Bermuda went disastrously wrong. He never made it with United and instead moved on to Rotherham. Undeterred by homesickness and the Yorkshire weather, he became a huge favourite at Millmoor before moving to Bristol City, where his goalscoring exploits endeared him to the fans and caught the eye of Man City manager Joe Royle", "Feed The Goat\nHe won over the skeptical City following, who had seen him only as a journeyman striker bought to plug a gap. Within a year, he\u2019d become a cult figure and his knack of poaching goals soon gave rise to one of the best modern-day terrace chants \u2018Feed the Goat and he will score\u2019. Season after season, the bond between player and supporters grew and his name was etched into City folklore. He was captain for their last match at Maine Road before joining Reading", "Feed The Goat\nHis career stalled with the Royals when manager Alan Pardew left a few weeks after Goater\u2019s arrival and Steve Coppell took over. He went out on loan to Coventry before Southend United rescued him at the start of their highly successful 2005/06 season. Feed the Goat is the inspirational tale of a universally respected player who refused to give up on his dream."]

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The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 – George Leslie Hunter

["The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn my blog today I conclude my look at the group of early twentieth century Scottish artists, who would later be grouped together and known as the Scottish Colourists. The fourth member of this group was George Leslie Hunter. Hunter was born in Rothesay, a town on the west coast Scottish Isle of Bute, in 1877. He was the youngest of five children, born to William Hunter, a chemist by trade and his wife, Jeanie Hunter (n\u00e9e Stewart). His initial schooling was at Rothesay Academy", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn February 1892, Hunter\u2019s elder sister Catherine died and this was followed shortly after with the death of his elder brother. Both iwho were in their early twenties were thought to have died from an influenza pandemic which had been sweeping the country. Although his mother and father had been toying with the idea of emigrating, these tragic events were the final push they needed to leave Scotland and in September that year they set sail for California via New York to start a new life", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe family arrived in California where Hunter\u2019s father bought an orange farm east of Los Angeles. George enjoyed life in America and spent most of his time sketching and enjoying the favourable Californian climate. He did not undertake formal art training, and was largely self-taught. When he was nineteen years of age he managed to get work as an illustrator for some local magazines. The father\u2019s farming venture lasted just eight years before Hunter\u2019s parents decided to return home to Scotland", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHowever George, who had developed a love of art, was enjoying life in America so much that he decided not to return with his parents but instead decided to stay on and in 1900 he moved to San Francisco where he became part of the Bohemian lifestyle of the Californian city. The following year he had some of his artwork exhibited at the California Society of Artists exhibition.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nTo earn money Hunter illustrated work for the Californian magazines, Overland Monthly and the Sunset magazine. The latter was a promotional journal for Southern Pacific Transportation Company, designed to combat all the negative publicity regarding the \u201cWild West\u201d life in California. In 1904 Hunter went to New York with friends and then on to Paris and it was whilst in the French capital that Hunter took up oil painting and became determined to become a professional artist", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nOn his return to California in 1905, he started to build up a large collection of his work which he intended to exhibit at his first solo exhibition which was to be held at the Mark Hopkins Institute the following year. However tragedy struck in the form of the great Californian earthquake in April 1906 which devastated San Francisco and destroyed his studio and most of his artwork.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFruit and Flowers on a Draped Table by G.L.Hunter (1919)\nHunter returned to Glasgow and rejoined his mother. He continued his self-education as a painter and carried earning a living as an illustrator. Many of his initial oil paintings were of the still life genre. He liked to experiment with these works, revelled in the use of colour and often would incorporate the technique used by the Dutch still-life masters, such as Willem Kalf, Jan Davidsz de Heem and the great Willem van Aelst.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThese still life painters often composed their colourful depiction of floral and fruit arrangements with a drab and dark background to afford the greatest contrast. They used the chiaroscuro technique to dramatic effect and for Kalf it was his delightful way in which he combined in his paintings humble objects such as simple kitchen utensils with luxurious objects such as crystal glassware and exquisite silverware", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHunter would probably have seen examples of the Dutch masters in the museums of Glasgow and would have found them inspirational for his work. Although this may be construed as \u201ccopying\u201d by Hunter and could be looked upon as a form of plagiarism, in fact it was not, for he was simply studying the great works of art and taking what he had seen back into his own works.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHunter met fellow Colourist, Samuel Peploe, through mutual friends, the artists, Edward Archibald Taylor and his wife Jessie Marion King when he was in Paris in 1910 but it was over a decade later before the two became close friends. Hunter\u2019s professional artistic career really started in 1913 when he was fortunate to be introduced to Alexander Reid, an influential Glasgow art dealer. That year he held his first solo exhibition in Glasgow at Reid\u2019s gallery", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThree years later, in 1916, Hunter exhibits more work at the gallery and later showed at the Royal Glasgow Institute of Fine Arts. The review of the exhibition in the March edition of the Bailie newspaper commented on Hunter\u2019s work:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026He has three of four examples of still life that are superlatively strong\u2026. they show a mastery of form and colour that takes one back to the triumphs of the Dutchmen\u2026\u201d\nIt was through exhibitions like these that Hunter connected with a group of affluent collectors who would continue to buy his works of art over the next fifteen years.\nPortrait of Alexnder Reid by Vincent van Gogh (1887)", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nDuring the post-First World War days, Hunter became influenced more and more by the works of the modern French painters he had seen whilst visiting Paris, in particular Matisse, Cezanne and van Gogh. In 1922 he went on an extended tour of Europe, visiting the French Riviera, Florence and Venice", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nGlasgow art dealer Alex Reid and Parisian gallery owner, Ettienne Bignou, were developing a business relationship around this time and decided to stage an exhibition of the works of Peploe, Cadell and Hunter, entitled Les Peintres De l\u2019Ecosse Moderne at the Galerie Barbazanges in June 1924. Following this Hunter held a joint exhibition the next year with Peploe and Cadell at the Leicester Galleries in London.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nDuring the period between 1924 and 1927 Hunter carried out a lot of his work in Fife and around Loch Lomond. Whether it was due to the cold climate of Scotland or just his desire for the chance to savour the bright light and warm weather in southern France, he became restless and left Scotland and based himself in the small Provencal village of Sainte-Paul-de-Vence. From there he would set off on daily sketching trips around the many picturesque Provencal villages", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nMost of the paintings he completed were sent back to Alex Reid in Glasgow for him to sell. In 1929 he made the trip to New York for his exhibition at the Ferargil Galleries, which was critically acclaimed as an outstanding success. From New York he returned to France but in November 1929 he suffered a breakdown and his health began to deteriorate and he is forced to return to Glasgow where he was looked after by his sister.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nDuring the last couple years of his life Hunter concentrated once again on painting scenes around Loch Lomond and the village of Balloch which is situated at the southern tip of the loch. He had painted scenes in this area five years earlier but now his later works show a greater clarity and are unfussy in composition. In his work, entitled Reflections, Balloch, Hunter has concentrated the main focus of the work on the sparkle of light and reflections on the surface of the loch", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nMany of these later works featuring the loch also incorporated houseboats and this series of paintings has been acknowledged as some of his best. His fellow colourist Samuel Peploe praised it at this time, saying:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1931 Hunter travelled to Paris for the last time so as to be present at the highly successful exhibition Les Peintres Ecossais from which the French government bought a landscape of Loch Lomond for their national collection. Buoyed by the success of the exhibition, of which he played a leading part, he began to make tentative plans to move from Scotland and go to live in London. His spirits were high, he believed his luck had changed and he viewed the future with great optimism", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026I have been kicking at the door so long and at last it is beginning to open\u2026\u201d\nSadly before he could savour what he believed would be the start of a new life, he died in a Glasgow nursing home in December 1951, aged just 54.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThis is my final blog about the four Scottish Colourists. It cannot be emphasised enough the importance France played in their art. In the book Scottish Colourists 1900-1930, one of the authors, Elizabeth Cumming, a lecturer at Edinburgh College of Art, commented on this fact, writing:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026Without their French contacts and experience, none of the Scottish Colourists would have developed their art as we know it. For all, visiting and living in France invested their ideas with a new vision. For Cadell, it meant developing an empathy with stylistic sophistication. For Hunter, visiting the south of France especially injected light airiness into his landscapes. For Peploe, two years of life in Paris opened a door to the intellectual possibilities within traditional subjects", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAuthor jonathan5485Posted on February 12, 2013 Categories Art, Art Blog, George Leslie Hunter, Scottish artists, Scottish Colourists, Still life paintingsTags Art, Art Blog, Art History, G.L.Hunter, George Leslie Hunter, Scottish artist, Scottish Colourists, Scottish painter, Still life paintings4 Comments on The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe Scottish Colourists, Part 3 \u2013 John Duncan Fergusson\nSelf-portrait by J.D.Fergusson (1902)", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nToday I am looking at the third member of the Scottish Colourist group and possibly the most well-known, John Duncan Fergusson, who was born in March 1874 in Leith, a town which is often known as the port of Edinburgh. He was the eldest of four children of John Fergusson, a spirit merchant and Christina, his mother. He attended the Royal High School, Edinburgh and Blair Lodge School in Linlithgow", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFollowing this, in 1892, Fergusson attended the Edinburgh University Medical School to study medicine with the intention of becoming a naval surgeon. However his lack of application to his studies resulted in him leaving after just two years, at which time, he decided on a complete volte-face and decided to study art at the city\u2019s Trustees Academy School of Art", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nOnce again, Fergusson did not last long studying at this academy for he left stating that he found it too difficult to reconcile what he considered to be, their old fashioned and inflexible teaching methods and their rigid curriculum which had been set in stone. He left the art school and decided to set himself up in his own studio in Picardy Place, Edinburgh and simply teach himself how to paint.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFergusson knew of the work of the Glasgow Boys and decided to do as they had done, go and study art in Paris which was, at the time, looked upon as the art capital of the world. In 1895, aged twenty, he enrolled in the life-classes at Acad\u00e9mie Colarossi and revelled in the lifestyle of his fellow artists and the whole Paris caf\u00e9 society scene", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFergusson enthusiastically adopted the lifestyle of a Bohemian artist, mixing with the likes of Picasso and Matisse and he could often be seen frequenting the legendary caf\u00e9s of the time, such as, Le Pre-Catalan Restaurant, the Cage Harcourt and the La Closerie des Lilas and it was in these places, surrounded by his artist acquaintances that he drew so much of his inspiration. He easily settled into this unrestrictive caf\u00e9 society of the Left Bank", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHe was surrounded by the work of the Impressionists and would visit the public and private galleries such as Salle Caillebotte at the Mus\u00e9e du Luxembourg, where their works were on display. Fergusson loved the French capital and for the next ten years spent his summers in Paris and the rest of the time in Edinburgh, where he had established a close productive working relationship with fellow Scottish Colourist, Samuel Peploe", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1897 Fergusson exhibited some of his work at the Royal Glasgow Institute of Fine Arts and the following year, spent time in central France, painting at the artists\u2019 colony of Grez-sur-Loing, a small commune seventy kilometres south of Paris. This River Loing setting often featured in the works of Alfred Sisley", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1899 Fergusson decided to go to Morocco and follow in the footsteps of Arthur Melville, the Scottish painter, who was famed for his Orientalist works, and who is now looked upon as being one of the most powerful influences in the contemporary art of his day.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIt was during a painting trip at the seaside resort of Paris-Plage, in the summer of 1907 that Fergusson met two American ladies, Anne Estelle Rice and Elizabeth Dryden. Elizabeth Dryden was an American writer and critic who had been sent to Paris in 1905 by her employer, the Philadelphia department store magnate, Lewis Rodman Wanamaker, to write fashion reviews for his Philadelphia department store trade magazine", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThese reviews would then be illustrated by her friend Anne Estelle Rice, who was a sculptor and artist and who had worked as an illustrator on a number of magazines. Both women featured in a number of paintings by Fergusson and he became great friends with them and Anne Estelle Rice later became Fergusson\u2019s mistress", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn his 1908 painting of Elizabeth Dryden entitled Mademoiselle Dryden, Fergusson has depicted her clad not in the latest fashion but wearing a simple red scarf to keep out the chill with a painter\u2019s smock worn loosely around her shoulders.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nRhythm by J.D. Fergusson (1911)\nAfter his fully clothed portraits of Rice and Dryden it is quipped that from then on all his sitters had to remove their clothes and be in a state of undress! In 1910, the English writer and critic, John Middleton Murray visited Fergusson\u2019s Edinburgh studio. He was about to launch a new literary, arts and critical review magazine.\nRhythm magazine cover", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nMurray wanted to name the magazine after one of Fergusson\u2019s paintings and have a drawing of it on the front cover. Fergusson\u2019s painting of a female nude was entitled Rhythm and that became the magazine\u2019s title. The cover of the magazine was elephant grey with Fergusson\u2019s strong image of a naked woman sitting under a tree with an apple in her hand printed on it in black ink", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFergusson became its art editor and through his many contacts in the art world was able to persuade artists such as Derrain, Picasso, and Delauny to provide illustrations for the magazine. Anne Estelle Rice was also a regular contributor to the periodical.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFergusson loved life in France and all the opportunities it afforded him to paint. In the summers Fergusson would go on holiday and would often meet up with Peploe and his family in Brittany or Cassis in the south of France and for a short time Fergusson lived at Cap d\u2019Antibes.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nOn his return to Paris he accepted the position as teacher at the Acad\u00e9mie de la Palette and set up his studio in Montparnasse. Fergusson was very happy with life at this time. His long term partner Margaret Morris, whom he met in 1913, quoted Fergusson\u2019s words describing his satisfaction with his Montparnasse studio and life in general in her 1974 book, The Art of J.D.Fergusson:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026 [it was] comfortable, modern and healthy. My concierge most sympathetic. Life was as it should be and I was very happy. The Dome, so to speak, round the corner; L\u2019Avenue quite near; the Concert Rouge not far away \u2013 I was very much interested in music; the Luxembourg Gardens to sketch in; Colarossi\u2019s class if I wanted to work from the model. In short everything a young painter could want\u2026\u201d", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nFergusson had met the dancer, choreographer, Margaret Morris in 1913. She is now recognised for her pioneering work in modern dance. She ran a dance school in London and that year had taken her dance troupe to Paris to dance at the Marigny Theatre on the Champs Elysees. Fergusson and Morris later married and he became Art Director of all her MMM (Margaret Morris Movement) schools. Fergusson and Morris were to remain together for almost fifty years", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe two built up a collection of friends from the literary greats of the time such as the novelist and playwright John Galsworthy, the Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw, the American ex-pat poet, Ezra Pound and the English writer and painter Wyndham Lewis. Fergusson now had two homes and two distinct lives", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHe had his base in Paris and the painting trips to the south of the country and he had the chance to stay with friends back in Britain, whether it was Samuel Peploe and his family in Edinburgh or his new friend Margaret Morris in London.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nWith the outbreak of the First World War he returned to Britain and, for the next four years, had to suffer the financial hardship brought about by the lack of sales of his work during the period of conflict. After the war, he set up his own studio in London and this remained his base for the next ten years. He exhibited his work on a regular basis and in 1928 he had four major exhibitions: in Chicago, London, Glasgow and New York", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1929, he along with Margaret Morris, returned to his beloved France and he set up his studio near the Parc de Montsouris, in Paris, but always in the summers they made the trek south to live at Cap d\u2019Antibes. In 1939, at the start of the Second World War, Fergusson and Morris return to Britain and set up home in Glasgow and it was here that Fergusson spent the last years of his life.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThroughout his life Fergusson had rebelled against formal academic art and he now found himself a slightly beleaguered figure, who was neither a part of the academic fold nor was he welcomed by the Royal Scottish Academy. Fergusson and his wife, Margaret Morris were leading lights in the Glasgow artistic scene and Fergusson did have his followers as many much younger artists were drawn to him and his art", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1940, he decided to form the New Art Club, and out of this emerged the New Scottish Group of painters of which he was the first president.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nJohn Duncan Fergusson died in Glasgow in 1961, aged 87. Throughout his life, whether he lived and worked in Paris, Antibes, London or Glasgow, his art was infused by his rebellious and independent nature. He always maintained his belief in freedom of expression and his fervent commitment to a modern, non-academic art world. He was a lover of colour which was summed up by a quote from him, recorded in William MacLellan\u2019s 1943 book entitled J. D. Fergusson, Modem Scottish Painting", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026Everyone in Scotland should refuse to have anything to do with black or dirty and dingy colours, and insist on clean colours in everything. I remember when I was young any colour was considered a sign of vulgarity. Greys and blacks were the only colours for people of taste and refinement. Good pictures had to be black, grey, brown or drab. Well! let\u2019s forget it, and insist on things in Scotland being of colour that makes for and associates itself with light, hopefulness, health and happiness\u2026\u201d", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAuthor jonathan5485Posted on February 9, 2013 Categories Art, Art Blog, Art display, John Duncan Fergusson, Scottish artists, Scottish ColouristsTags Anne Estelle Rice, Art, Art Blog, Art History, Elizabeth Dryden, John Duncan Fergusson. J.D. Fergusson, Margaret Morris, Scottish artist, Scottish Colourists, Scottish painters1 Comment on The Scottish Colourists, Part 3 \u2013 John Duncan Fergusson\nThe Scottish Colourists \u2013 Part 2, Francis Cadell\nSelf Portrait by Francis Cadell (c.1914)", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn my last blog, I introduced you to the four painters who would later become known as the Scottish Colourists. In that first blog I looked at the life of Samuel Peploe and today I am concentrating on the life and works of another member of the group, Francis Campbell Boileau Cadell. Cadell was born in Edinburgh in April 1883. His father was Francis Cadell, an Edinburgh surgeon and his mother was Mary Boileau, a lady of French extraction", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHis sister was Jean Cadell, who would later become a well-known character actress. As a boy, Cadell showed an aptitude for drawing and was educated at the Edinburgh Academy where he studied art. When he was sixteen years of age and had completed his studies, on the advice of the Scottish landscape and figure painter, Arthur Melville, who was also the godfather to Cadell\u2019s younger brother, Cadell went to Paris, chaperoned by his mother, in order to study art at the Acad\u00e9mie Julian", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHe remained at the Academy for three years, during which time his exposure to the works of French artists of the time was to have an intense and enduring effect on his paintings. During his first year at the Academy he was delighted to have one of his watercolours accepted for exhibiting at that year\u2019s Paris Salon. Whilst he was studying in the French capital he met one of the other Scottish Colourists, Samuel Peploe, and the two soon became friends", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nCadell returns to Scotland in 1902 and, for the first time, exhibited work at the Royal Scottish Academy. The genre of his works was varied. He painted portraits as well as landscapes and also dabbled with mythical subjects, such as his work entitled Mythical Scene which he completed around 1907. In 1906 he and his family moved to Munich and the following year he enrolled at the Akademie der Bildenden K\u00fcnste in Munich. A year later, in 1908, his mother died and the family returned home to Edinburgh", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThat year, Cadell held his first one-man show at the gallery of the Edinburgh picture dealers, Doig, Wilson and Wheatley. Cadell remained in Edinburgh until 1914, with just a brief time away on a painting trip to Venice, a city, which provided him with the ideal setting for his natural aptitude as a colourist. Cadell loved everything about Edinburgh and was impressed by the city\u2019s buildings. He loved the beautiful architecture and the sumptuous interiors of some of the houses", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHe was also very much in love with the stylishness and sophistication of its people and wanted to be part of that world. In 1909, having established himself within Edinburgh society as a colourful, witty and entertaining host, he moved his studio to Great George Street and it was within the lavish interior of his residence that he held his regular soir\u00e9es and entertained the \u201cbeautiful people\u201d of Edinburgh.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nMany of his paintings, which he completed in his Edinburgh studio before the war and during the 1920\u2019s, often featured elegant female sitters with the backdrop, the interior of his impressive studio and these works were to become some of his best loved", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nCadell spent much time over the decoration and furnishing of his residence and before the war and throughout the 1920s, most of the paintings that he made at home centred on depictions of his studios or arrangements of elegant female models or still life objects within them. The works of the immediate pre-war period conjure up a sense of the refined lifestyle of Edinburgh\u2019s upper-class, depicted with a palette which brightened as the war approached.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1912, Cadell made his first visit to the small Western Isle of Iona and fell in love with the beauty of the wild landscape. He found it an ideal place for painting because of the light, the colours of the white sand beaches and blue skies, and Iona\u2019s geological diversity resulting in differing coloured rock formations", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe rapid changing weather conditions around this area meant an en plein air artist had to work swiftly, but it was all worthwhile as the numerous stunning views provided plenty of incentive for keen artists. The island of Iona is low-lying and this results in the light reflected from the surrounding sea intensifying the colour of the water as well as the green of its pastureland", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nHowever, Cadell was of the opinion that any artist with any real sense of colour could only paint in Scotland during the summer and so he chose to work on Iona during the summer months, usually en plein air, and he would remain in Edinburgh and work in his studio during the darker days of spring and early autumn. A fine example of his Iona paintings highlighting the differing colours of the sea, rocks and sand was completed by him in 1920 and simply entitled Iona", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAfter the First World War, Cadell would make annual pilgrimages to the island. He was not the only artist at the time to be drawn to the beauty of this Inner Hebridean Island as it attracted many other artists, including the Scottish Colourists, Peploe and Fergusson, and the Scottish landscape artist, John MacLauchlin Milne. In 1912 Cadell founded the Society of Eight", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThis was a group of like-minded artists, who rejected the artistic establishment of the day and, whose work was characterised by the use of bright colours.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1914 he applied to join the army but was turned down on medical grounds so for the next few months he took work on a farm as a labourer with the intention of improving his physical condition and fitness. All the exercise must have worked for in 1915 he re-applied to join the army and this time he was accepted and became a member of the 9th Argyll, 9th Royal Scots and the Sutherland Highlanders.\nPortrait of a Lady in Black by Francis Cadell", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1921 Cadell completed one of his most popular works entitled Portrait of a Lady in Black. The sitter for this painting was his long-time muse, the enigmatic and mysterious, Miss Bethia Don Wauchope, who over a period of fifteen years, posed for twenty five paintings by Peploe and Cadell. In this work the setting is almost certainly the artist\u2019s Ainslie Place studio in Edinburgh which Cadell had moved to the previous year. Miss Bethia Don Wauchope was a wealthy heiress of independent means", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nLittle is known about Cadell\u2019s muse accept that she was the eldest of four daughters, who never married and her father was Sir John Don-Wauchope, chairman of the Board of Education and Board of Lunacy. There is no doubt that she loved the thought of being immortalised in paintings", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThis was one of Cadell\u2019s favourite works and we know he loved to work with Bethia as he went on to create a series of paintings with the theme \u2018Lady in a Black Hat\u2019, which included, Black Hat, Miss Don Wauchope, The Black Hat and in 1925 (Lady in Black) and 1926 (Interior, the Orange Blind).", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1923 Cadell embarked on a painting trip to the beautiful small seaside town of Cassis, on the French Mediterranean coast. The following year he produced some of his most radiant Colourist works while staying with fellow Colourist, Peploe. One of the works he painted there in 1923/4 was entitled The Harbour, Cassis and cleverly reflects the harsh Mediterranean light and the effect it has the surrounding buildings. Here the sun is so intense and the colours more vibrant. It is truly an artist\u2019s paradise", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nLike most good things in life \u2013 they seem to have to end, and for Francis Cadell his lavish lifestyle in Edinburgh, which we saw reflected in many of his paintings of elegant women and opulent interiors, came to an end with the decline of the art market during the economic downturn of the late 1920s. Cadell, who had led a somewhat pampered and indulgent way of life was, like many others, badly affected financially and he was forced to sell part of his multi-storeyed Ainslie Place property", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThings deteriorated further in the early 1930\u2019s and sales of his works dwindled and he was even forced to move to a less expensive and salubrious residence.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1935 he was elected a member of the Royal Society of Watercolours and the following year he was made an Academician of the Royal Scottish Academy. Sadly, by 1936, his health was starting to decline and the following year, 1937, Cadell died, aged 54, the cause being given as cancer and cirrhosis of the liver.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAuthor jonathan5485Posted on February 6, 2013 Categories Art, Art display, Scottish artists, Scottish ColouristsTags Art, Art Blog, Art History, Bethia Don Wauchope, Francis Cadell, Iona, Lady in Black, S.J.Peploe, Scottish Colourists, Scottish painter3 Comments on The Scottish Colourists \u2013 Part 2, Francis Cadell\nThe Scottish Colourists \u2013 Part 1, S.J.Peploe\nSelf-portrait by S.J.Peploe (c.1900)", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIt has often been the case that artists have been compartmentalised into groups which is then given an elaborate name. The name is, more often or not, one which has not been made up by them but has come from an external source. We know that Monet, Renoir, Degas and Sisley, to name just a few, did not sit around a French caf\u00e9 table and come up with the name Impressionists for their group", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn fact the name Impressionists came from Louis Leroy, the art critic, journalist and some time contributor to the illustrated Parisian newspaper, Le Charivari. In 1874, he had gone along to an exhibition of works by a group of artists which was being held at the photographer Nadar\u2019s studio in the French capital. The group of painters called themselves the Soci\u00e9t\u00e9 anonyme des peintres, sculpteurs et graveurs, (The Anonymous society of painters, sculptors and engravers)", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nOne of the paintings being exhibited was Claude Monet\u2019s 1872 work entitled Impression: Soleil levant (Impression: Sunrise). The title of Leroy\u2019s review, in the April 27th edition of le Charivari, Exhibition of Impressionists, was taken directly from the title of Monet\u2019s work. Leroy\u2019s review took the form of a fictional dialogue between two people who were viewing the exhibits with a measure of cynicism and disbelief at what they saw. Commenting on Monet\u2019s work one said:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026 Impression I was certain of it. I was just telling myself that, since I was impressed, there had to be some impression in it \u2014 and what freedom, what ease of workmanship! A preliminary drawing for a wallpaper pattern is more finished than this seascape\u2026\u201d", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAnother example of this naming of a group of artists by somebody from outside the circle was that of the Fauves The Fauves were a small group of artists who in the early 1900\u2019s burst onto the French art scene with their wild, vibrant style that shocked their critics", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe name of the group was not thought up by the artists of the group such as Matisse, Derrain or Vlaminck but the term came from the influential but acerbic French art critic, Louis Vauxcelles, who first gave the group of painters the name les Fauves (the wild beasts). The name came from a comment he made when he went to see the 1905 Salon d\u2019Automne exhibition. Their paintings were on display in the same room as a classical sculpture by Donatello", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nVauxcelles decried their offerings in comparison to the classical sculpture by saying that the sculpture was Donatello parmi les fauves (Donatello amongst wild beasts).", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn my next couple of blogs I am going to look at the works of four Scottish painters who were influenced by the French Impressionists and Fauvists and who exhibited their works in the early part of the twentieth century. It was not until almost twenty years later, in 1948, that the four painters were grouped together under the name \u201cThe Scottish Colourists\u201d by the director of the Kelvingrove Gallery in Glasgow, Dr. Tom Honeyman, by which time three of the four painters were dead", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe four artists, often referred to by just the initials of their Christian names and their surnames, were Francis Campbell Boileau (F.C.B.) Cadell, Samuel John (S.J.) Peploe, John Duncan (J.D.) Fergusson and George Leslie (G.L.) Hunter. This group of painters took up the mantle of Scottish art previously held by the group of Scottish painters, known as the Glasgow Boys, in the last decade of the nineteenth century.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nS.J. Peploe, the eldest of the four, was born in Edinburgh in 1871. He was the son of Robert Luff Peploe, an assistant secretary of the Commercial Bank of Scotland and his second wife, Anne. He was educated at the Collegiate School in Edinburgh. He was undecided as to what future path he should take and after finishing at school. At one time he thought a military career was the career he wanted", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThen he considered a career in the church and ended up with a position as an apprentice in the Edinburgh legal firm of Scott & Glover. He was unhappy in that work and decided to become an artist and in 1891 enrols at the Edinburgh School of Art. Three years later Peploe heads for Paris to broaden his artistic education, where he lodges with another Scottish artist who was studying in Paris, the Aberdeen\u2013born painter, Robert Brough who had been a fellow student with Peploe in Edinburgh", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1894 Peploe begins his studies at L\u2019Acad\u00e9mie Julian under the French Academic painter, William Bouguereau and at L\u2019Acad\u00e9mie Colarossi. In 1895 Peploe visited Holland and is fascinated by the works of Frans Hals and brought back a number of reproductions of the Dutch artist\u2019s works which he puts on the walls of his lodgings.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe Green Blouse by Samuel Peploe (c. 1904)\nOne of Peploe\u2019s works which shows the influence of Frans Hals was a painting Peploe completed around 1904 entitled The Green Blouse. The sitter for this portrait was Jeannie Blyth, a gypsy flower seller. Peploe had used this teenager on a number of occasions. It is thought that her dark colouring and total \u201cat ease\u201d attitude, as a sitter, made her the perfect model.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1895 Peploe returns to Scotland and takes up lodgings there and acquires a studio in Edinburgh. He enrols in the Royal Scottish Academy life classes and went on to be awarded the Maclaine Watters medal for winning the RSA Art Prize. The following year he exhibits work at both the Royal Scottish Academy in Edinburgh and the Royal Glasgow Institute of Fine Arts. Besides these two great artistic establishments there were other chances for up-and-coming new artists to exhibit their works", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nOne such place was the private gallery of the Edinburgh fine art dealers, Aitken Dott & Son who afforded Peploe his first solo exhibition in 1903. Later, the other three Scottish Colourists would have solo exhibitions at this establishment. In the summer of 1905 Peploe and fellow Scottish Colourist, Fergusson travel to Brittany on a painting trip and carry on their artistic tour taking in the sights of Dieppe, Paris and Paris-Plage.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe Lobster by S.J.Peploe (c.1903)\nIt was around this time that Peploe started to paint still-lifes. Peploe spent large amount time in the preparation for his still-life works even though the subject matter itself was not complicated. His brother in law Frederick Porter wrote about Peploe\u2019s obsession with his detailed preliminaries before starting painting and his struggle for perfection. He wrote:", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\n\u201c\u2026 All his still lifes were carefully arranged and considered before he put them on canvas. When this was done \u2013 it often took several days to accomplish \u2013 he seemed to have absorbed everything necessary for transmitting them to canvas. The result was a canvas covered without any apparent effort. If a certain touch was wrong it was soon obliterated by the palette knife. The whole canvas had to be finished in one painting so as to preserve complete continuity", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThe Lobster was one of Peploe\u2019s still life paintings which he completed around 1903 and in this work there is a sense of drama in the way he has contrasted the strongly coloured objects against a dark background. Look at the unusual way Peploe has included his vertical signature in the right hand side of the painting", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn some ways it looks like a vertical column of Japanese script and the colour scheme used, red, yellow and black as well as the sheen of the work affords it an effect which is very like the Japanese lacquer-work. A few blogs ago, I talked about how all things Japanese had become very popular in the late nineteenth century in Europe", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nThis \u201ccraze\u201d known as Japonisme was also becoming popular in Britain, and due to the Japonisme works of Whistler, it was influencing many artists including painters from Scotland, such as the Glasgow Boys and the Scottish Colourists.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1910 Peploe married Margaret Makay and the couple moved to Paris. His son Willy was born that year. He remained in France and carries on with his painting. In June 1912 Peploe moves his family from Paris and takes up residence in Edinburgh and in 1914 his second son, Denis is born. In 1917 after a number of solo exhibitions he is elected an Associate of the Royal Scottish Academy and ten years later is elected as a member of the Royal Scottish Academy", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nIn 1928 he has an exhibition in New York at the Kraushaar Galleries. In 1933, as well as continuing with his own painting, he taught the advanced life-class students at Edinburgh College.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nSamuel John (S.J.) Peploe died in October 1935, aged 64.\nIn my next blog I will look at the life of Francis Campbell Boileau Cadell, another of the Scottish Colourists.", "The Scottish Colourists, Part 4 \u2013 George Leslie Hunter\nAuthor jonathan5485Posted on February 3, 2013 Categories Art, Art Blog, Art display, S.J. Peploe, Scottish artists, Scottish ColouristsTags Art, Art Blog, Art History, Glasgow Boys, S.J.Peploe, Scottish Colourists, Scottish painters, The Green Blouse by Samuel Peploe, The Lobster by S.J. PeploeLeave a comment on The Scottish Colourists \u2013 Part 1, S.J.Peploe"]

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Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81

["Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nSenator John McCain dead at 81\nWASHINGTON, D.C. -- Senator John McCain has died at 81.\nMcCain died one day after his family announced he had stopped treatment for brain cancer. McCain would have celebrated his 82nd birthday on Aug. 29.\nThe office of Senator John McCain released a statement on Saturday.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"Senator John Sidney McCain III died at 4:28 p.m. on August 25, 2018. With the Senator when he passed were his wife Cindy and their family. At his death, he had served the United States of America faithfully for sixty years.\nWhenever America was in a fight during his long lifetime, McCain was in the thick of it.\nMcCain was a naval bomber pilot, prisoner of war, conservative maverick, giant of the Senate, twice-beaten presidential candidate and an abrasive American hero with a twinkle in his eye.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nSen. John McCain warns against \u2018spurious nationalism\u2019\nSen. John McCain warns against 'spurious nationalism'\nThe Arizonan warrior politician, who survived plane crashes, several bouts of skin cancer and brushes with political oblivion, often seemed to be perpetually waging a race against time and his own mortality while striving to ensure that his five-and-a-half years as a Vietnam prisoner of war did not stand as the defining experience of his life.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe spent his last few months out of the public eye in his adopted home state of Arizona, reflecting on the meaning of his life and accepting visits from a stream of friends and old political combatants.\nIn a memoir published in May, McCain wrote that he hated to leave the world, but had no complaints.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"It's been quite a ride. I've known great passions, seen amazing wonders, fought in a war, and helped make peace,\" McCain wrote. \"I've lived very well and I've been deprived of all comforts. I've been as lonely as a person can be and I've enjoyed the company of heroes. I've suffered the deepest despair and experienced the highest exultation.\n\"I made a small place for myself in the story of America and the history of my times.\"\nJohn McCain: Watch what Trump does, not says", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain had not been in Washington since December, leaving a vacuum in the corridors of the Senate and the television news studios he roamed for decades.\nIn recent months, he was not completely quiet, however, blasting President Donald Trump in a series of tweets and statements that showed that while he was ailing he had lost none of his appetite for the political fight.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nThe Arizona Senator repeatedly made clear that he saw Trump and his America First ideology as a departure from the values and traditions of global leadership that he saw epitomized in the United States.\nCNN reported in May, that the McCains did not want Trump at his funeral. Former rivals and Presidents Barack Obama and George W. Bush had been asked to give eulogies, people close to both former presidents and a source close to the senator confirmed to CNN.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain's two losing presidential campaigns meant he fell short of the ultimate political prize, one his story once seemed to promise after he came home from Vietnam and caught the political bug. In the end, he became a scourge of presidents rather than President himself.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nAt the time of his death, he was largely an anomaly in his own party -- as one of the few Republicans willing to criticize Trump and a believer in the idealized \"shining city on a hill\" brand of conservatism exemplified by his hero Ronald Reagan that has been dislodged by the nativist and polarizing instincts of the current President. He was also a throwback to an earlier era when political leaders, without betraying their own ideology, were willing on occasion to cross partisan lines.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nIn a Washington career that spanned 40 years, first as a Navy Senate liaison, then as a member of the House and finally as the occupant of the Senate seat he took over from Barry Goldwater, McCain was a conservative and a foreign policy hawk. But he was not always a reliable Republican vote, and sometimes in a career that stretched into a sixth Senate term, he confounded party leaders with his maverick stands. He defied party orthodoxy to embrace campaign finance reform, and excoriated President George W", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nAfter Obama ended McCain's second White House race in 2008, the senator blasted the new President's troop withdrawals from Iraq and Afghanistan, causing critics to carp that he had not yet reconciled the bitterness he felt in defeat. McCain had supported the invasion of Iraq carried out by the Bush administration in 2003, but admitted in his memoir \"The Restless Wave\" that the rationale, that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction was wrong.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"The war, with its cost in lives and treasure and security, can't be judged as anything other than a mistake, a very serious one, and I have to accept my share of the blame for it,\" he wrote.\nMore recently, as death approached, he became a strident critic of Trump, who had once said he didn't consider the Arizona senator a war hero because he had been captured.\nMcCain questioned why Trump was solicitous of Vladimir Putin, whom he regarded as an unreformed KGB apparatchik.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nIn one of his final public acts, he blasted Trump's cozy summit with the Russian President in July, blasting it as \"one of the most disgraceful performances by an American president in memory.\"\n\"The damage inflicted by President Trump's naivet\u00e9, egotism, false equivalence, and sympathy for autocrats is difficult to calculate. But it is clear that the summit in Helsinki was a tragic mistake,\" he said in a statement.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nIn July 2017, McCain returned from brain surgery to the Senate floor to lambaste \"bombastic loudmouths\" on the television, radio and internet and plead for a return to a more civilized political age, when compromise and regular order forged bipartisan solutions.\nThen, in September, in a poignant speech that seemed designed to echo down the ages after he was gone, McCain reminded his colleagues they were a check on executive power: \"We are not the President's subordinates,\" he said. \"We are his equals.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nIn a final act of defiant independence, McCain, with a dramatic thumbs-down gesture on the Senate floor in September, cast the vote that scuttled the GOP's effort to repeal and replace Obamacare, causing fury within his party -- a move that prompted Trump, to the fury of McCain's family to repeatedly single him out in campaign rallies.\nWhen the President signed McCain's last legislative triumph in August, the John S. McCain National Defense Authorization Act, he did not even mention the Arizona senator.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n'I wasn't my own man anymore; I was my country's'\nJohn Sidney McCain III, the son and grandson of Navy admirals, entered the world on August 29, 1936, in the Panama Canal Zone, a birthplace that years later would cause a brief campaign kerfuffle over whether he was a natural born citizen and thus eligible to be elected president.\nHis habit of insubordination despite his military pedigree emerged at the Naval Academy, where he graduated fifth from the bottom of his class.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"My superiors didn't hold me in very high esteem in those days. Their disapproval was measured in the hundreds of miles of extra duty I marched in my time here,\" McCain told graduates at Annapolis in October of last year.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBy 1967, McCain was in the Pacific and escaped death in a massive fire aboard the USS Forrestal aircraft carrier. Months later, he was shot down in his Skyhawk jet over North Vietnam and parachuted into a lake near Hanoi, breaking both arms and a leg, and was captured by communist soldiers. In captivity, McCain was tortured and beaten, an experience that left him with lifelong injuries, including severely restricted movement of his arms", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe kept himself sane by tapping on a wall to communicate with a fellow prisoner in a neighboring cell. Later, he refused the offer of a preferential release, made because his father was an admiral, until his comrades could also come home, eventually returning in 1973 to a nation politically torn by the war.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHis period in captivity set the course of his life.\n\"I fell in love with my country when I was a prisoner in someone else's,\" McCain said in his 2008 Republican National Convention speech.\n\"I loved it because it was not just a place, but an idea, a cause worth fighting for. I was never the same again; I wasn't my own man anymore; I was my country's.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nAfter turning to politics, McCain served in the House from 1983, won an Arizona US Senate seat in 1986 and established himself as a down-the-line conservative in the age of Ronald Reagan. But his political career almost fizzled before it began when he was among the Keating Five group of senators accused of interfering with regulators in a campaign finance case", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe was cleared of wrongdoing, but the Senate Ethics Committee reprimanded him for poor judgment, an experience that led to him becoming a pioneer of campaign finance reform.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe didn't forget his time in Vietnam.\nIn an act of reconciliation, McCain joined Democratic Sen. John Kerry of Massachusetts, a fellow decorated Vietnam War veteran, to help end the US trade embargo on its former southeast Asian enemy in a process that led to the eventual reopening of diplomatic relations.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBy 2000, McCain set his sights on the White House and ran as a maverick Republican, holding court for hours in candid back-and-forth sessions with reporters on his campaign bus, dubbed the \"Straight Talk Express.\" In years to come, he would joke that his adoring press pack was his \"base.\"\nAfter skipping Iowa over his long opposition to ethanol subsidies, McCain forged a victory over establishment favorite and then-Texas Gov. George W. Bush in New Hampshire after a string of town hall meetings with voters.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBut his effort hit a brick wall in South Carolina, where the campaign turned negative and McCain's independent streak hurt him in a state with more core conservatives and fewer independents. Bush got back on track with a primary win that set him on the road to the nomination.\nThe maverick of the Senate", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBack in the Senate, McCain heard the call of war again, as American foreign policy was transformed after the September 11, 2001, terror attacks, and he became a forceful proponent of the US use of force overseas. He backed US interventions in Afghanistan and Iraq. When Americans tired of war, McCain warned that more troops were needed, demanding a surge in forces that Bush later adopted.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nWhen it appeared that his hawkish views were at odds with the electorate and could damage his nascent 2008 presidential bid, McCain answered: \"I would rather lose a campaign than a war.\"\nBut, influenced by his experience of torture in Vietnam, McCain was a forceful critic of the enhanced interrogation techniques used by the CIA on terror suspects, believing they were contrary to American values and damaged the US image abroad.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nIt was a typical example of the Arizona senator adopting a position that appeared antithetical to his political interests or ran counter to the perceived wisdom of his party.\nAfter the Keating Five scandal, he joined a crusade with Democratic Sen. Russ Feingold of Wisconsin to introduce new restrictions on \"soft\" and corporate money in political campaigns.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nLater, McCain teamed up with his great friend, late Massachusetts Democratic Sen. Edward Kennedy on a bill that would provide a path to citizenship for undocumented immigrants. The measure failed, however, over building grassroots antipathy to such a move in the GOP, which would later play a major role in the Trump campaign in the 2016 election.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain set his sights on the White House again during Bush's second term. By 2007, his campaign was all but broke. But he fired up the Straight Talk Express again and pulled off another famous comeback, barnstorming to victory once more in the New Hampshire primary.\nThis time, he also won South Carolina, and beat a fading Mitt Romney and Rudy Giuliani in Florida before effectively clinching the nomination with a clutch of wins on Super Tuesday.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nThat November, McCain came up against the historic appeal of a much younger and more eloquent rival, Obama. Mocking the Illinois senator in ads as \"the biggest celebrity in the world,\" McCain questioned whether his popular foe was ready to lead.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nSeeking to rebrand himself in a change election, McCain stunned the political world by picking little-known Sarah Palin as his running mate. The Alaska governor delivered a spellbinding convention speech, and for several weeks it seemed as if McCain's gamble worked.\nBut a series of gaffes turned Palin into a figure of ridicule and undercut McCain's contention that his ticket, and not Obama's, was best qualified to lead in a dangerous world. McCain, however, would not say that he regretted picking Palin.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBut in his new memoir, \"The Restless Wave,\" and in a separate documentary, McCain said he wished he had ignored the advice of his advisers and listened to his gut and chosen Sen. Joe Lieberman of Connecticut, a Democrat-turned-independent, calling it \"another mistake that I made.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nBut McCain also rose above the ugliness of the campaign. On one occasion, he cut off a supporter at a town hall event who said she could not trust Obama because she thought he was an Arab, amid conspiracy theories suggesting that the Democrat had not been not born in America.\n\"No ma'am, he's a decent family man, citizen, who I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues, and that's what this campaign is all about,\" McCain said.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe dealt with his defeat by throwing himself back into life in the Senate. In later years he described how it felt to lose, telling anyone who asked, \"After I lost ... I slept like a baby \u2014 sleep two hours, wake up and cry.\"\nBut his relationship with Obama was tense, with the President snubbing his former foe in a health care summit in 2010 by telling him \"the election's over.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nThe Arizona senator emerged as a fierce critic of Obama's worldview, prompting Democrats to complain that McCain was the embodiment of a Republican reflex to respond to every global problem with military force, which had led America into misadventures like the war in Iraq.\nMcCain's robust foreign policy views were reflected on the walls of his Senate conference room, which featured letters and photos from the likes of Reagan and Margaret Thatcher, leaders who didn't suffer critics gladly.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nStill, McCain was also a throwback, enjoying friendships with rivals across the political aisle, and indulging in the back-slapping bonhomie of the Senate, where he invariably held court to a crowd between votes.\nSometimes things got testy with his Democratic pals, including when he confronted Hillary Clinton and fellow Vietnam War veteran Kerry during hearings of the Senate Armed Services Committee while they served as secretaries of state under Obama.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n'He served his country ... and, I hope we could add, honorably'\nThe Republicans' recapture of the Senate in the 2014 midterm elections gave McCain a chance to rewrite the final chapter of his career.\nHe at last took the gavel of the Armed Services Committee, an assignment he had long coveted. His prominent position was seen as one reason he ran for re-election in 2016.\nBut he knew his time was limited.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"Every single day,\" McCain told The New York Times in 2015, \"is a day less that I am going to be able to serve in the Senate.\"\nStill, despite saying he was \"older than dirt,\" McCain made few concessions to his age. Even after turning 80, he maintained a punishing schedule of world travel, conferring with top leaders and heading to war zones in trips that left his younger congressional colleagues exhausted.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe would blitz Sunday talk shows, direct from Arizona in the dawn hours. When Trump was elected, McCain took it upon himself to reassure world leaders, visiting multiple countries in the first six months of 2017 before his diagnosis.\nHis sidekick, GOP Sen. Lindsey Graham of South Carolina, told CNN the hectic pace had taken a toll.\n\"You know he just wore himself out traveling all around the world,\" Graham said.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain, who was divorced from his first wife, Carol, in 1980, is survived by his wife, Cindy, and seven children, including three sons who continued the family tradition of serving in the armed forces and a daughter, Meghan, who is a presenter on ABC's \"The View.\" His mother, Roberta, aged 106, is also still living.\nFor his military service, he was awarded the Silver Star, the Bronze Star, the Legion of Merit, a Purple Heart and the Distinguished Flying Cross.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nHe faced his final diagnosis with characteristic courage, telling CNN's Jake Tapper that \"every life has to end one way or another.\"\nAsked how he wanted to be remembered, McCain said: \"He served his country, and not always right -- made a lot of mistakes, made a lot of errors -- but served his country, and, I hope we could add, honorably.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain, who will be remembered as much for his combative nature as his political achievements, summed up the meaning of a life forged in the example of his political hero Theodore Roosevelt when he stood before the flag-draped coffin of his friend and foe, Sen. Kennedy, in 2009, his late colleague from Massachusetts, who died from the same form of brain cancer that eventually killed McCain.\n\"Ted and I shared the sentiment that a fight not joined was a fight not enjoyed.\"", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMcCain's daughter Meghan McCain wrote this touching tribute to her father.\nObama released this statement.\nLocal politicians also reacting including Governor Inslee.\n\u201cThe nation today said good-bye to one of its greatest heroes. Senator John McCain was a man who rightfully commanded the respect and admiration of every American, regardless of party or politics. He was a leader who served with unquestionable and unwavering love for his country.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\u201cTrudi and I send our deepest condolences to Senator McCain\u2019s family. His legacy will be among the most enduring of our time.\u201d\nU.S Senator Patty Murray also reacting to the news with this statement.", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\n\"The world lost a giant tonight. Perhaps no figure in my lifetime better represents someone so dedicated to his country than John McCain, who redefined what it meant to serve and who will always be a role model for respect, courage, and the duty to something greater than oneself. I will never forget our time together in the Senate. Whether it was side-by-side, or on opposite sides, he earned my respect every time and I truly believe the Congress and our country are both better places for his life's work", "Breaking: Senator John McCain dead at 81\nMy thoughts and prayers go out to his family. May they find comfort knowing that his courage and sacrifice forever shaped the great country he loved so dearly.\""]

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The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus

["The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThe Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nWe've long been accustomed to seeing images of a fat bald laughing Chinese looking Buddha. It seems to be in every Oriental business, and nobody says anything, least of all practicing Buddhists. So what right? Well, not really. Buddha, or as he was actually known, Siddhartha Gautama, was actually born in Nepal, not China. The name \"Buddha\" is also a title like the term \"Christ\" is. It means \"enlightened one\".", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nSo, he wasn't Chinese. That's one stereotype debunked. He was from an aristocratic and wealthy family. His father was the king of the Shakya, an ancient kingdom somewhere on the Nepal-India border. Thus Buddha was a prince. It's also unlikely that he was fat. Most people from Nepal tend to be slender.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nDescriptions of him state that was tall with dark hair and blue eyes. He had long earlobes due to the heavy ear rings men of his class wore. His skin color was a light golden brown. Early in life he wore his hair long and typically tied it in a topknot. He also wore a beard as was customary. After his enlightenment, he shaved his head and beard.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThere's hasn't been any serious controversies about his appearance, not even the fact that he would be considered a Caucasian. In fact, the image of Buddha has been adapted by nearly every country where Buddhism was established, be it Korea, Japan, Thailand, the Philippines, India, or even China. Evidently the estimated 488 million Buddhists in the world are alright with that.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nUnderstanding Muhammad's appearance is a bit more difficult since Islamic law forbids any \"graven images\" of their prophet. However, there are a few images and descriptions, although those are highly idealized. While the Sunni sect frowns on images of Mohammad, the Shia are a little more open about it, provided the images are \"respectful\", so here's what we know.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nMuhammed is described as being of medium height (approximately 5'10). He was handsome with an oval face (some texts make mention of him having a large head for his frame). His eyes were black with long eye lashes. His hair was black and wavy. His beard was black and he had a fair amount of body hair.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nBeing Semitic, his complexion is described as being relatively fair with a slight ruddy complexion rather than the typical light brown of Arabs (bearing in mind that Arabs are Semites and are classified as Caucasians). His built was neither stocky nor slender, although in old age he put on weight (like all of us). In short, he's described in generic terms as being an average looking guy so as practically everyone could identify with some feature of him.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nAs for Moses or David, we have a similar problem. Outside of biblical sources, there are no independent sources for the historical existence of either individual. Moses was born in Pharaonic Egypt of Semitic ancestry (his name, \"Moses\", is believed by most biblical scholars to be of Egyptian origin and means \"drawn out\" or \"drawn from\", the rough equivalent of \"son of\" with the name of some deity preceding it such as Thutmose , the \"son of Thoth\", the Egyptian god of writing, wisdom, and magic.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nNevertheless, pseudo-historical sources like Josephus, Manetho, Philo, among others have described Moses as having a ruddy complexion with long white hair and beard in old age. He was said to have been tall (bearing in mind the King Ramesses II aka the Great, a possible contemporary, was considered tall at 5'7\". He also had red hair). Given that he was allegedly raised in Pharaoh's court (though we're not told which pharaoh), he was likely well educated and ate well.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nIf he was a priest (as was likely), he would have been shaved head to toe as hair was offensive to their gods and bathed in scented oils daily. After he began the Exodus, he would have grown out his hair and beard the majority of Semites; it's natural color most likely being black.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nKing David supposedly had a ruddy continence and may even have had reddish hair. We're told that he had \"beautiful eyes\" but not their color. He was considered handsome. He would have grown a full beard as he grew into manhood. Unfortunately, there's not much more than that. The sources, as limited as they are, were more interested in their unique characters than their physical appearance. That brings us to Jesus.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nI remember going to Sunday school back in the late 1950's and early 1960's and seeing pictures of a tall, slender, blue eyed man with fair skin and typical European features, complete with reddish blonde hair and beard. Other than the red and blue robes, he looked like he would have been more at home in Chaucer's England with all its knights, lords, and ladies. But this was, or so we were told, the Christian messiah, Jesus of Nazareth, or Yeshua as he was actually known.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThere have been numerous attempts throughout the centuries to present a portrait of Jesus. Some show him with dark hair and a beard, dark eyes but still with a fair complexion. It's worth nothing that some of the earliest drawings of Jesus show him with short hair and clean shaven. Of course, like Buddha, how Jesus is portrayed depends very much on the intended audience.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nIn Asia, he has Asian features. In Africa or in black churches, he is given black features and skin color. In places like India or among Native Americans, he is shown with corresponding features. By the same token, those from southern Europe and the Middle East show him with dark hair, eyes and an olive complexion. In short, again like Buddha, Jesus is made to look like the people in the community where he is being presented.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThe radical Left has recently begun to attack the image of Jesus, especially the one I recall from my childhood. However, their reasoning is not to portray Jesus historically, but to foment more racial division by making him as a person of color. Their aim is an indirect assault on the America they loathe by going after the things and personages held dear by most Americans. That's why they've turned their attention from statues and symbols of the Confederacy to the Founding Fathers to Jesus.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nUnfortunately, the symbols of the Confederacy have long been hijacked by groups promoting racial, ethnic, and religious hatred and violence. That made them easy targets despite attempts to return the discussion of the Civil War back to the issue of state's rights. Next came the Founding Fathers.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nPerhaps it should be expected that these too would be easy targets because despite what these imperfect individuals managed to create---a democratic republic governed by a constitution and based on individual sovereignty---they still owned slaves. They have overlooked the forest for the trees. Yes, many owned slaves. Yes, the majority deplored the institution of slavery and many had the personal courage and conviction to free their slaves, they nevertheless didn't destroy the institution.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThe historical fact was that slavery was essential to the economy of the southern colonies and it was there the rebellion was having its greatest successes. Had the issue been forced, the southern colonies would have withdrawn their support and the rebellion---and hope for a new nation---would have gone with them. The truth is that these were imperfect men living in imperfect times where slavery was considered normal and nature. To have said anything at all was daring in itself.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nRemember too that in their day, only men---no women---who owned property and belonged to the Anglican Church could participate in politics. These were also a very devout people. Church attendance was seen as mandatory. They believed the bible was the literal word of God. Therefore, as slavery (as well as the subservience of women) were condoned within its pages, it must therefore be part of the Divine Plan.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nNo doubt we would disagree with these interpretations today, they did not. To question was seen as blasphemous . It was enough to even get you arrested and jailed! This is where the Left also makes a key mistake. They attempt to apply modern judgments on individuals and events which occurred over 200 years ago (the same can be said about the Civil War). We cannot judge the past based on our moral standards. We must view it from the standpoint of their time and their morals.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nAs for what the historical Jesus may or may not have looked like, thanks to technology, genetics, forensic anthropology, and archeology, we have a much better idea than we did 1000 or 500 or 100 or even 50 years ago when the vast majority of paintings, statues, and illustrations were done.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nFirst off, we know he was a Semitic, which makes him a Caucasian. Like most Semitics he would have been generally light skinned at birth and due to the climate, would have developed a darkish tan. Most Semitics of the period were short and somewhat stocky, so we can presume he was too. They also usually had brown or hazel eyes and dark, somewhat curly hair as opposed to straight or kinky.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nJesus is described as being the son of a \"tekton\" which is often mistranslated as \"carpenter\". The correct meaning of the word is \"builder\", but what kind of builder? Wood was a scarce resource. Only the well-to-do could afford to import wood for doors, tables, chairs, and so forth. The most common and affordable building material was stone. Therefore, he would have likely been a stonemason, though probably worked with other materials much the same way as a handyman does.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nWorking with stone, as anyone who has done it can tell you, is hard dirty work. Therefore, we can be pretty safe in saying that he would have been muscular and had a lot of stamina. But being on the low end of the social and economic ladder, don't think he was buffed. In addition to being somewhat short and broad shouldered, he would have been slender (due to his meager diet) but on the muscular side.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nIn keeping with the Roman occupiers, short hair and clean shaven would have been the norm among the educated and upper classes. Besides, it was practical in dealing with the heat not to mention lice. Many Jews of the time tried to emulate the Romans. Some when so far as to engage in routine Greco-Roman behavior, and not just in their grooming habits.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nThey commonly worked out in the nude, bathed in public baths, and engaged in philosophical discussion at the various open air \"schools\". They adopted the diet of their conquerors, which was contrary to Jewish dietary law, included shellfish and pork. A few even had their circumcision reversed (which was also seen as a rejection of their Jewish heritage since circumcision was viewed as a religious rite and symbol of their convent with God).", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nHowever, we're told that Jesus was a devout Jew, so it's highly doubtful he engaged in any of these practices. We can therefore assume that while his hair was moderately short (as was custom at the time as cited previously), he likely kept his beard and adhered to a strict---if meager---Kosher diet along with all the other religious requirements of the Torah.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nSo, perhaps the radical Left is correct in reminding us that Jesus wasn't Nordic or that the Founding Fathers were products of their time, despite their collective genius. We need to accept them for what they were, flaws and all, and to be grateful that despite their circumstances, they existed at all or were able to accomplish all they did. It's up to us to build on what they did and to preserve what remains true despite the radical Left's hatred for the freedoms we celebrate daily in this country.", "The Left's Attempts to Whitewash Jesus\nWhite Jesus Statues Should Be Torn Down, Activist Shaun King Says\nBlack Lives Matter leader: It's time to tear down statues of \"white Jesus\"\nPhysical characteristics of the Buddha\nMale Grooming in Ancient Egypt\nWhat Did Jesus Look Like?\nDepictions of Muhammad\nLabels: Antifa, Black Jesus, BLM, Buddhism racism, Christianity, Confederacy, discrimination, Founding Fathers, Islam, Judaism, Left, Religion, reverse racism, White Jesus, White privilege"]

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AllArts and SciencesBusinessEducationNursing and Health ProfessionsSchool for Professional and Continuing Education Courses:

["", "\nDEGREE PROGRAMS FOR: PSYCHOLOGYOBJECTIVESThe Department of Psychology seeks to provide several options of career preparation within the context of liberal learning and personal growth opportunities. Its programs emphasize critical analysis of research and applied problems, the importance of recognizing individual uniqueness and cultural pluralism, and the recognition of human values in the context of psychological science", "\nCourse offerings provide opportunities for personal growth, as well as strong training for students with varied career interests, such as graduate school, community-oriented social service, business and personnel work, and teaching. The department offers majors in Psychology and in Human Resource Management, as well as options in Secondary Education, graduate school preparation, counseling skills preparation, and developmental psychology", "\nConsult the department handbook for further information.Psychology Major for the High School Teaching Certificate (6-12) - BAPsychology - BAPsychology - Minor One University Parkway"]

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Malaysia: Court Rules Catholic Magazine Can Use the Word "Allah"

["", "\n(Jan 05, 2010) On December 31, 2009, the High Court of Malaysia ruled that a Christian publication has a constitutional right to use the word \"Allah\" to refer to God. (Catholic Magazine Herald Can Use Word \"Allah,\" BERNAMA (Malaysia), Dec", "\n31, 2009, available at http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsindex.php?id=465442.) The case was filed in February 2009 by the Herald, the Malaysian Roman Catholic Church's main publication, which sought judicial review of a government decision prohibiting it from translating \"God\" as \"Allah.\" The government also recently confiscated 10,000 copies of Malay-language bibles that contained the word Allah. (Eileen Ng, Malaysian Court Rules Christians Can Use 'Allah,' ASSOCIATED PRESS, Jan", "\n1, 2010, available at http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/feedarticle/8879021.) The Herald had used the word in its Malay-language edition, which is mainly circulated among indigenous people in the states of Sabah and Sarawak on Borneo Island whose ancestors converted to Christianity more than a century ago. The word has traditionally been used by the Malay-speaking Christian community in worship and religious instruction", "\n(Id.) The government argued that Allah is an Islamic word that should be used exclusively by Muslims and that the ban was necessary to protect national security and avoid misunderstanding and confusion among Muslims, who make up approximately 60% of Malaysia's population of 28 million. Christians (including about 800,000 Catholics) make up about 9.1% of the population. (Royce Cheah, Malaysian Court Rules Catholic Paper Can Use \"Allah,\" ABC NEWS, Dec", "\n31, 2009, available at http://abcnews.go.com/International/wirestory?id=9453768&page=1.) Some commentators think that the government fears that Muslims might be tempted to convert to Christianity by reading Christian literature. (Ng, supra.) The judge found that, while the Federal Constitution means that it can be an offense for non-Muslims to use the word Allah to propagate their religion to Muslims, it is not an offense to use it in communicating with non-Muslims about religion", "\n(BERNAMA, supra.) In the context of the Herald, the judge said that its readership is largely limited to followers of Christianity and \"that is a sufficient safeguard.\" (Ng, supra.) She also held that provisions in the Federal Constitution relating to freedom of speech, expression, and religion protect the right of Christians to use the word in educating the congregation in the Christian religion and therefore that the government's ban was illegal", "\n(BERNAMA, supra.) The court's ruling is seen as a landmark decision by religious minorities, some of whom feel that they are subject to discrimination by the government. (Ng, supra.) The government filed an appeal against the decision on January 4, 2010, and is seeking a stay of execution of the court order. (Home Ministry Files Appeal Against Allah Decision, BERNAMA, Jan", "\n4, 2010, available at http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsindex.php?id=465945.) The Prime Minister appealed for calm, saying, \"[t]he government is very much aware and concerned of various reactions that it has received after the recent High Court decision.\" (PM Asks Muslims to Be Patient, Government Will Appeal, BERNAMA, Jan. 3, 2010, available at http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsindex.php?id=465807.) Author: Kelly Buchanan More by this author", "\nTopic: Church and state relations More on this topic\nJurisdiction: Malaysia More about this jurisdiction"]

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University of Illinois Extension Ken Larimore Extension Educator, Community and Economic Development Clay/Effingham/Fayette/Jasper Unit 1209 Wenthe Drive Effingham, IL 62401 larimore@illinois.edu

["", "\nKenneth G. Larimore is a Community and Economic Development Extension Educator serving Clay, Effingham, Fayette and Jasper counties. Originally from Urbana, he has a B.S. degree in agricultural economics from Southern Illinois University at Carbondale, and an MBA degree from Eastern Illinois University. He has many years of experience working with community improvement education on programs such as TIF Areas, Enterprise Zones, Local Government Officials and financing.", "\nThe highly successful local program he has developed provides education focused on sustainable economic growth, job creation, community leadership, entrepreneurship and workforce development. Another focus is on a variety of international outreach programs including trade, cultural awareness and diversity. Larimore presently serves on the Statewide International Extension Committee. His MBA thesis was field research on the \"Privatization of Hungary\" as they moved to a market-based economy", "\nHis extensive world travel includes many areas of Asia, Southeast Asia, Western Europe, Eastern Europe and Mexico", "\nHe is active on the Extension Community and Economic Development Team, board member of the South Central Illinois Regional Planning and Development Commission, board member of the International Extension Committee, board member of the East Central Illinois Development Corporation, Vice President of the Southeastern Alliance of Illinois, member of IL-ACDEP (the Illinois Association of Community Development Extension Professionals) and Paul Harris Fellow with Rotary International", "\nLarimore was honored with the 2010 Outstanding Leadership in Economic Development Award by the East Central Illinois Development Corporation. ECIDC covers an 11-county region. He was also recently elected as the Vice President of the Southeastern Illinois Alliance. SAIL represents a nine-county region with the goal of member education. The South Central Illinois Regional Planning and Development Commission awarded him the 2010 Essential Piece Award for the five-county region", "\nOn May 5, 2011, Newton Lodge 216 awarded Larimore the Community Builders Award for his \"dedication and service to the people of Newton and Jasper County.\"", "\n<< Return to Staff Listing\nGuestbook | About Extension | Offices | Staff | Programs | News Releases\nUrban Programs Resource Network\nHome &\n& Health\n& Seniors\nEnv.\nUniversity of Illinois Extension | Urban Programs | University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign | College of ACES\n\u00a9 2014 University of Illinois Board of Trustees | Privacy"]

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http://uu.edu/athletics/mbball/mbball02/coach.cfm

2001-2002 Bulldog Basketball Coaching Staff Ralph Turner - Head Coach Turner, a 1979 graduate of David Lipscomb University, enters his eighth season as head coach of the Bulldogs. Coach Turner is coming off a season in which he led the Bulldogs to their f

["ourth consecutive NAIA National Tournament. Turner\u2019s has an overall record of 166-77 in his eight years at Union.", "\nTurner began his coaching career at the junior high and high school level in Georgia and Tennessee before moving to the collegiate level at Oklahoma Christian. Returning to his alma mater, Turner served as an assistant coach at Lipscomb for nine years before accepting the head coaching position at Union.", "\nTurner takes his knowledge of basketball to the national level by serving on the NAIA Championship Tournament Committee that organizes the men's national basketball tournament in St. Lewis, MO. Turner also is on the NAIA All-American Committee.\nUnder the guidance of Turner, summer basketball camps have continued to grow. Through Turner's hard work and dedication, Union has seen over 1,500 boys and girls participate in each of the past three summer camp sessions.", "\nTurner's goal for the men's basketball program is more than concentrating on the score of a game. His desire is to not only see the best Bulldog team Union has ever had, but for those individuals to be the best people Union has ever had as well.\nHe and wife, Sherrie, have two daughters, Andrea and Alison, ages 15 and 13.\nDavid Niven - Assistant Coach", "\nNiven, a 1996 graduate of Oklahoma Baptist University, begins his fourth season as an assistant coach for the Bulldogs after spending the 1996-97 season as an assistant coach at Oklahoma Baptist.", "\nNiven's playing career began as a red-shirt at Ouachita Baptist University. He then transferred to OBU and finished his four-year career. In those four years, Niven became the player with the most wins in school history with a 120-25 record. He also became the first player to help lead the Bison to four consecutive national tournaments and two final-four finishes.", "\nIn 1997, while assistant coach at Oklahoma Baptist, Niven received his Master of Education degree from East Central University in Ada, Oklahoma. He received valuable coaching experience as the Bison went 36-4 and made it to the 1997 NAIA National Championship Finals.\nRyan Massey - Graduate Assistant", "\nRyan Massey is in his second season as Graduate Assistant coach for the Bulldogs. Massey played four years for the Bulldogs with an overall record at Union, as a player for Coach Turner, of 112-28. Ryan has been a part of the most successful eras of Union University Basketball, including three consecutive trips to the NAIA National Tournament.", "\nMassey graduated in 1999 from Union with a Bachelor of Science degree in Physical Education and Health. He is currently working on a Master of Education degree with emphasis in Physical Education from Union. After finishing, Ryan plans to teach and coach on the college level. Belinda Hannigan - Student Assistant\nCoach Record\nRalph Turner\nAthletics Home |\nSports Information | Men's Basketball | Women's Basketball | Golf\nSoftball | Men's Tennis | Women's Tennis | Men's Soccer | Women's Volleyball", "\nMen's Cross Country | Women's Cross Country | Cheerleading"]

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RedPajama-Data-V2

http://www.ga.gov.au/earthquakes/getQuakeDetails.do?quakeId=3350499&orid=747339&sta=N/A

More information about this international event may be available from the United States Geological Survey Iran-Pakistan Border Region. Magnitude: 7.7 (Ms) Depth: 42 km 16 April 2013 @ 10:44:16 16 April 2013 @ 20:44:16 (AEST)

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RedPajama-Data-V2

https://www.ebs.edu/en/real-estate-law-und-taxation

Business programmes | EBS

["Business programmes | EBS\nThe EBS University distinguishes itself by offering interdisciplinary courses in the fields of business and law. The real estate management perspective is increasingly influenced by the interdisciplinary link between the real estate economy and property law for all civil and public law issues in the real estate sector. Particularly in the fields of real estate transaction management and project development a comprehensive expertise in real estate law and taxation is required", "Business programmes | EBS\nThe EBS Real Estate Management Institute recognized this potential at an early stage and, and has established a specialized competence center for real estate law and taxation.", "Business programmes | EBS\nReal estate law and taxation aspects are integrated into the bachelor\u2019s and master\u2019s program as well as in further education programs by leading experts from the fields of real estate law and taxation. However, little academic research has been conducted on these fields so far.\n- BSc-Module: Real Estate Principles\n- MSc-Module: Advanded Real Estate Management, Real Estate Development, and Real Estate Law & Taxation"]

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Poemas del río Wang: La Real

["Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nLa Real\nWe have completed the catalog of the incunables of the Monastery of La Real in Mallorca. Besides the description of the volumes, the DVD also contains their complete facsimile. Tomorrow I take with me the first copy to Mallorca. We will present it on this weekend in the library of the monastery, and if we will be granted nihil obstat, we will publish it on the site of Studiolum already in the next week.", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nIn Studiolum we primarily publish old prints with a thorough apparatus: searchable transcriptions, notes and commentaries, contemporary translations and extensive cross-references. As a consequence, we are more and more invited to collaborate in the preparation of annotated facsimile editions of manuscripts, codices, old books, engravings, archive photos either on DVD or on the web", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nThis is how we started, besides other ongoing projects, the publication of the medieval codices of the Cathedral Library of Kalocsa, the edition of the special collections of the Hungarian Academy of Sciences (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), the documentation of the incunables and the Baroque book bindings of the R\u00e1day Calvinist Library, the publication of the Renaissance archive of the aristocratic Santacilia family in Mallorca, and now the catalog of La Real.", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nThe publication of incunables may not appear as sensational as that of a medieval manuscript existing in only one copy. However, incunables \u2013 books printed before 1500 \u2013 are just as unique", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nApart from the fact that every book has survived in very few copies only, each copy is rendered unique by the \u201csupplementary works\u201d done by hand, by the individually painted initials and engravings, but primarily by the very exciting handwritten commentaries and additions that are especially abundant in the volumes of La Real.", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nThe Cistercian monastery of Santa Mar\u00eda de La Real lays outside the one-time city walls of Mallorca, along the Cam\u00ed dels reis, the \u201cRoad of the Kings\u201d. It was founded by King James I, the Conqueror in 1229, after the reconquista of the island from the Arabs. The discussed etymology of the name \u201cLa Real\u201d shows well the richness of the traditions of Mallorca", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nSome say it comes from the royal foundation, while according to others it is the Catalanization of the Arabic word \u201cal-arriat\u201d simply meaning \u201cgarden\u201d, the large fields of olive trees surrounding the monastery which are now, after two thousand years of peaceful existence seriously threatened by forced urbanization.", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nBesides its ancient library, the monastery is also famous for having given shelter, after his inner conversion, to the the royal seneschal and troubadoure and later philosopher and mystic Ramon Llull (1232-1315), the father of combinatorics and the first master of Catalan literature who after his North African journey advised to the Pope to stop crusades and instead proceed to the conversion of Muslims through prayer and through establishment of Arabic schools", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nThe foundation of the first Oriental departments from Oxford to Paris was the fruit of this advice. And according to the tradition it was in the library of the monastery that he obtained his knowledge of theology and philosophy. He also bequeathed his manuscript to the library.", "Poemas del r\u00edo Wang: La Real\nAnother illustrious entry in the annals of the monastery is that Wang Wei, noble descendant of the Phenicians of Mallorca celebrated here his marriage with Ana, the offspring of a most ancient Arabic family of the island. This is how traditions are accumulated in the island of Mallorca. What the sea has brought here will stay here for ever.\nEtiquetas: Mallorca, old book, Spanish, Studiolum\nPlaces in Urbino\nPatios of Palma"]

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