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Produced by David WidgerTHEIR PILGRIMAGEBy Charles Dudley WarnerI FORTRESS MONROEWhen Irene looked out of her stateroom window early in the morning ofthe twentieth of March there was a softness and luminous quality inthe horizon clouds that prophesied spring The steamboat which had leftBaltimore and an arctic temperature the night before was drawing nearthe wharf at Fortress Monroe and the passengers most of whom wereseeking a mild climate were crowding the guards eagerly scanning thelong facade of the Hygeia HotelIt looks more like a conservatory than a hotel said Irene to herfather as she joined himI expect thats about what it is All those long corridors above andbelow enclosed in glass are to protect the hothouse plants of NewYork and Boston who call it a Winter Resort and I guess theresconsiderable winter in itBut how charming it isthe soft sea air the low capes yonder thesails in the opening shining in the haze and the peaceful old fort Ithink its just enchantingI suppose it is Get a thousand people crowded into one hotel underglass and let em buzz aroundthat seems to be the present notion ofenjoyment I guess your motherll like itAnd she did Mrs Benson who appeared at the moment a little flurriedwith her hasty toilet a stout matronly person rather overdressedfor traveling exclaimed What a homelike looking place I do hope theStimpsons are hereNo doubt the Stimpsons are on hand said Mr Benson Catch them notknowing whats the right thing to do in March They know just as well asyou do that the Reynoldses and the Van Peagrims are hereThe crowd of passengers alert to register and secure rooms hurriedup the windy wharf The interior of the hotel kept the promise of theoutside for comfort Behind the glassdefended verandas in the spaciousoffice and general loungingroom seacoal fires glowed in the widegrates tables were heaped with newspapers and the illustrated pamphletsin which railways and hotels set forth the advantages of leaving homeluxurious chairs invited the lazy and the tired and the hotelbureautelegraphoffice railwayoffice and postoffice showed the newcomerthat even in this resort he was still in the centre of activity anduneasiness The Bensons who had fortunately secured rooms a month inadvance sat quietly waiting while the crowd filed before the registerand took its fate from the courteous autocrat behind the counterNo room was the nearly uniform answer and the travelers had thesatisfaction of writing their names and going their way in search ofentertainment Weve eight hundred people stowed away said the clerkand not a spot left for a hen to roostAt the end of the file Irene noticed a gentleman clad in aperfectlyfitting rough traveling suit with the inevitable crocodilehandbag and tightlyrolled umbrella who made no effort to enroll aheadof any one else but having procured some letters from the postofficeclerk patiently waited till the rest were turned away and thenput down his name He might as well have written it in his hat Thedeliberation of the man who appeared to be an old traveler thoughprobably not more than thirty years of age attracted Irenes attentionand she could not help hearing the dialogue that followedWhat can you do for meNothing said the clerkCant you stow me away anywhere It is Saturday and very inconvenientfor me to go any fartherCannot help that We havent an inch of roomWell where can I goYou can go to Baltimore You can go to Washington or you can go toRichmond this afternoon You can go anywhereCouldnt I said the stranger with the same deliberationwouldntyou let me go to CharlestonWhy said the clerk a little surprised but disposed toaccommodatewhy yes you can go to Charleston If you take atonce the boat you have just left I guess you can catch the train atNorfolkAs the traveler turned and called a porter to reship his baggage hewas met by a lady who greeted him with the cordiality of an oldacquaintance and a volley of questionsWhy Mr King this is good luck When did you come have you a goodroom What no not goingMr King explained that he had been a resident of Hampton Roads justfifteen minutes and that having had a pretty good view of the placehe was then making his way out of the door to Charleston without anybreakfast because there was no room in the innOh that neverll do That cannot be permitted said his engagingfriend with an air of determination Besides I want you to go with uson an excursion today up the James and help me chaperon a lot of youngladies No you cannot go awayAnd before Mr Stanhope Kingfor that was the name the traveler hadinscribed on the registerknew exactly what had happened by somemysterious power which women can exercise even in a hotel whenthey choose he found himself in possession of a room and wasgayly breakfasting with a merry party at a little round table in thediningroomHe appears to know everybody was Mrs Bensons comment to Irene asshe observed his greeting of one and another as the guests tardily camedown to breakfast Anyway hes a genteellooking party I wonder if hebelongs to Sotor King and Co of New YorkOh mother began Irene with a quick glance at the people at the nexttable and then if he is a genteel party very likely hes a drummerThe drummers know everybodyAnd Irene confined her attention strictly to her breakfast and neverlooked up although Mrs Benson kept prattling away about the youngmans appearance wondering if his eyes were dark blue or only darkgray and why he didnt part his hair exactly in the middle and donewith it and a full close beard was becoming and he had a good frankface anyway and why didnt the Stimpsons come down and Oh theresthe Van Peagrims and Mrs Benson bowed sweetly and repeatedly tosomebody across the roomTo an angel or even to that approach to an angel in this world aperson who has satisfied his appetite the spectacle of a crowd ofpeople feeding together in a large room must be a little humiliatingThe fact is that no animal appears,2
Produced by David WidgerTHAT FORTUNEBy Charles Dudley WarnerIOn a summer day long gone among the summer days that come but to goa lad of twelve years was idly and recklessly swinging in the top of atall hickory the advance picket of a mountain forest The tree was onthe edge of a steep declivity of rocky pastureland that fell rapidlydown to the stately chestnuts to the orchard to the cornfields inthe narrow valley and the maples on the bank of the amber river whoseloud unceasing murmur came to the lad on his aerial perch like thevoice of some tradition of nature that he could not understandHe had climbed to the topmost branch of the lithe and tough tree inorder to take the full swing of this free creature in its sport with thewestern wind There was something exhilarating in this elemental battleof the forces that urge and the forces that resist and the harderthe wind blew and the wider circles he took in the free air the morestirred the boy was in the spring of his life Nature was taking himby the hand and it might be that in that moment ambition was born toachieve for himself to conquerIf you had asked him why he was there he would very likely have saidTo see the world It was a world worth seeing The prospect mightbe limited to a dull eye but not to this lad who loved to climb thisheight in order to be with himself and indulge the dreams of youth Anypretense would suffice for taking this hour of freedom to hunt forthe spicy checkerberries and the pungent sassafras to aggravate thewoodchucks who made their homes in mysterious passages in this gravellyhillside to get a nosegay of columbine for the girl who spelled againsthim in school and was his gentle comrade morning and evening alongthe river road where grew the sweetflag and the snapdragon and thebarberry bush to make friends with the elegant gray squirrel and thelively red squirrel and the comical chipmunk who were not much afraidof this unarmed naturalist They may have recognized their kinship tohim for he could climb like any squirrel and not one of them couldhave clung more securely to this bough where he was swinging rejoicingin the strength of his lithe compact little body When he shouted inpure enjoyment of life they chattered in reply and eyed him with aprimeval curiosity that had no fear in it This lad in short trouserstorn shirt and a frayed straw hat above his mobile and cheerful facemight be only another sort of animal a lover like themselves of thebeechnut and the hickorynutIt was a gay world up here among the tossing branches Across the riveron the first terrace of the hill were weatherbeaten farmhouses amidapple orchards and cornfields Above these rose the wooded dome of MountPeak a thousand feet above the river and beyond that to the leftthe road wound up through the scriptural land of Bozrah to high andlonesome towns on a plateau stretching to unknown regions in the southThere was no bar to the imagination in that direction What a graciousvalley what graceful slopes what a mass of color bathing this lovelysummer landscape Down from the west through hills that crowded oneither side to divert it from its course ran the sparkling Deerfieldfrom among the springs and trout streams of the Hoosac merrily going onto the great Connecticut Along the stream was the ancient highway orlowway where in days before the railway came the stagecoach and thebig transportwagons used to sway and rattle along on their adventurousvoyage from the gate of the Sea at Boston to the gate of the West atAlbanyBelow where the river spread wide among the rocks in shallows oreddies in deep dark pools was the ancient long covered woodenbridge striding diagonally from rock to rock on stone columns adusky tunnel through the air a passage of gloom flecked with glints ofsunlight that struggled in crosscurrents through the interstices ofthe boards and set dancing the motes and the dust in a golden haze astuffy passage with odors a century oldwho does not know the pungentsmell of an old bridgea structure that groaned in all its big timberswhen a wagon invaded it And then below the bridge the lad could see thehistoric meadow which was a cornfield in the eighteenth century whereCaptain Moses Rice and Phineas Arms came suddenly one summer day tothe end of their planting and hoeing The house at the foot of the hillwhere the boy was cultivating his imagination had been built by CaptainRice and in the family buryingground in the orchard above it lay thebody of this mighty militiaman and beside him that of Phineas Armsand on the headstone of each the legend familiar at that period of ournational life Killed by the Indians Happy Phineas Arms at the ageof seventeen to exchange in a moment the tedium of the cornfield forimmortalityThere was a tradition that years after when the Indians had disappearedthrough a gradual process of intoxication and pauperism a red man hadbeen seen skulking along the brow of this very hill and peering downthrough the bushes where the boy was now perched on a tree shaking hisfist at the hated civilization and vengefully some said patheticallylooking down into this valley where his race had been so happy in thenatural pursuits of fishing hunting and war On the opposite side ofthe river was still to be traced an Indian trail running to the westernmountains which the boy intended some time to follow for this highwayof warlike forays of messengers of defiance along which white maidenshad been led captive to Canada appealed greatly to his imaginationThe boy lived in these traditions quite as much as in those of theRevolutionary War into which they invariably glided in his perspectiveof history the redskins and the redcoats being both enemies of hisancestors There was the grave of the envied Phineas Armsthat ancientboy not much older than heand there were hanging in the kitchen themusket and powderhorn that his greatgrandfather had carried,13
Produced by David WidgerBACKLOG EDITIONTHE COMPLETE WRITINGSOF CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER1904AS WE WERE SAYINGCONTENTSAS WE WERE SAYING   ROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUM   THE RED BONNET   THE LOSS IN CIVILIZATION   SOCIAL SCREAMING   DOES REFINEMENT KILL INDIVIDUALITY   THE DIRECTOIRE GOWN   THE MYSTERY OF THE SEX   THE CLOTHES OF FICTION   THE BROAD A   CHEWING GUM   WOMEN IN CONGRESS   SHALL WOMEN PROPOSE   FROCKS AND THE STAGE   ALTRUISM   SOCIAL CLEARINGHOUSE   DINNERTABLE TALK   NATURALIZATION   ART OF GOVERNING   LOVE OF DISPLAY   VALUE OF THE COMMONPLACE   THE BURDEN OF CHRISTMAS   THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WRITERS   THE CAP AND GOWN   A TENDENCY OF THE AGE   A LOCOED NOVELISTAS WE WERE SAYINGROSE AND CHRYSANTHEMUMThe Drawer will still bet on the rose This is not a wager but only astrong expression of opinion The rose will win It does not look so nowTo all appearances this is the age of the chrysanthemum What this gaudyflower will be daily expanding and varying to suit the whim of fashionno one can tell It may be made to bloom like the cabbage it may spreadout like an umbrellait can never be large enough nor showy enough tosuit us Undeniably it is very effective especially in masses ofgorgeous color In its innumerable shades and enlarging proportions itis a triumph of the gardener It is a rival to the analine dyes and tothe marabout feathers It goes along with all the conceits and fantasticunrest of the decorative art Indeed but for the discovery of thecapacities of the chrysanthemum modern life would have experienced afatal hitch in its development It helps out our age of plush with aflame of color There is nothing shamefaced or retiring about it and italready takes all provinces for its own One would be onlyhalfmarriedcivilly and not fashionablywithout a chrysanthemumwedding and it lights the way to the tomb The maiden wears a bunch ofit in her corsage in token of her blooming expectations and the youngman flaunts it on his coat lapel in an effort to be at once effective andin the mode Young love that used to express its timid desire with theviolet or in its ardor with the carnation now seeks to bring itsemotions to light by the help of the chrysanthemum And it can expressevery shade of feeling from the rich yellow of prosperous wooing to thebrickcolored weariness of life that is hardly distinguishable from theliver complaint It is a little stringy for a boutonniere but it fillsthe moderntrained eye as no other flower can fill it We used to saythat a girl was as sweet as a rose we have forgotten that language Weused to call those tender additions to society on the eve of their eventinto that world which is always so eager to receive fresh young liferosebuds we say now simply buds but we mean chrysanthemum budsThey are as beautiful as ever they excite the same exquisite interestperhaps in their maiden hearts they are one or another variety of thatflower which bears such a sweet perfume in all literature but can itmake no difference in character whether a young girl comes out into thegarish world as a rose or as a chrysanthemum Is her life set to the noteof display of color and show with little sweetness or to that retiringmodesty which needs a little encouragement before it fully reveals itsbeauty and its perfume If one were to pass his life in moving in apalace car from one plush hotel to another a bunch of chrysanthemums inhis hand would seem to be a good symbol of his life There are agedpeople who can remember that they used to choose various roses as totheir color odor and degree of unfolding to express the delicateshades of advancing passion and of devotion What can one do with thisnew favorite Is not a bunch of chrysanthemums a sort oftakeitorleaveit declaration boldly and showily made an offerwithout discrimination a tender without romance A young man will catchthe whole family with this flaming message but where is that sentimentthat once set the maiden heart in a flutter Will she press achrysanthemum and keep it till the faint perfume reminds her of thesweetest moment of her lifeAre we exaggerating this astonishing rise development and spread of thechrysanthemum As a fashion it is not so extraordinary as the hoopskirtor as the neck ruff which is again rising as a background to the lovelyhead But the remarkable thing about it is that heretofore in all nationsand times and in all changes of fashion in dress the rose has held itsown as the queen of flowers and as the finest expression of sentimentBut here comes a flaunting thing with no desirable perfume looking as ifit were cut with scissors out of tissuepaper but capable of takinginfinite varieties of color and growing as big as a curtain tassel thatliterally captures the world and spreads all over the globe like theCanada thistle The florists have no eye for anything else and thebiggest floral prizes are awarded for the production of itseccentricities Is the rage for this flower typical of this fast andflaring ageThe Drawer is not an enemy to the chrysanthemum nor to the sunflowernor to any other gorgeous production of nature But it has anoldfashioned love for the modest and unobtrusive virtues and an abidingfaith that they will win over the strained and strident displays of lifeThere is the violet all efforts of cultivation fail to make it as big asthe peony and it would be no more dear to the heart if it werequadrupled in size We do indeed know that satisfying beauty andrefinement are apt to escape us when we strive too much and force natureinto extraordinary display and we know how difficult it is to get merebigness and show without vulgarity Cultivation has its limits After wehave produced,13
Produced by David WidgerCERTAIN DIVERSITIES OF AMERICAN LIFEBy Charles Dudley WarnerThis is a very interesting age Within the memory of men not yet come tomiddle life the time of the trotting horse has been reduced from twominutes forty seconds to two minutes eight and a quarter seconds Duringthe past fifteen years a universal and wholesome pastime of boys has beendeveloped into a great national industry thoroughly organized and almostaltogether relegated to professional hands no longer the exercise of themillion but a spectacle for the million and a game which rivals theStock Exchange as a means of winning money on the difference of opinionas to the skill of contending operatorsThe newspapers of the countrypretty accurate and sad indicators of thepopular tastedevote more daily columns in a weeks time to chroniclingthe news about baseball than to any other topic that interests theAmerican mind and the most skillful player the pitcher often collegebred whose entire prowess is devoted to not doing what he seems to bedoing and who has become the hero of the American girl as the Olympianwrestler was of the Greek maiden and as the matador is of the Spanishsenorita receives a larger salary for a few hours exertion each weekthan any college president is paid for a years intellectual toil Suchhas been the progress in the interest in education during this periodthat the larger bulk of the news and that most looked for printed aboutthe colleges and universities is that relating to the training theprospects and achievements of the boat crews and the teams of baseballand football and the victory of any crew or team is a better means ofattracting students to its college a better advertisement than successin any scholastic contest A few years ago a tournament was organized inthe North between several colleges for competition in oratory andscholarship it had a couple of contests and then died of inanition andwant of public interestDuring the period I am speaking of there has been an enormous advance intechnical education resulting in the establishment of splendid specialschools essential to the development of our national resources a growthof the popular idea that education should be practicalthat is such aneducation as can be immediately applied to earning a living and acquiringwealth speedilyand an increasing extension of the elective system incollegesbased almost solely on the notion having in view of coursethe practical education that the inclinations of a young man of eighteenare a better guide as to what is best for his mental development andequipment for life than all the experience of his predecessorsIn this period which you will note is more distinguished by the desirefor the accumulation of money than far the general production of wealththe standard of a fortune has shifted from a fair competence to that ofmillions of money so that he is no longer rich who has a hundredthousand dollars but he only who possesses property valued at manymillions and the men most widely known the country through most talkedabout whose doings and sayings are most chronicled in the journalswhose example is most attractive and stimulating to the minds of youthare not the scholars the scientists the men of letters not even theorators and statesmen but those who by any means have amassed enormousfortunes We judge the future of a generation by its idealsRegarding education from the point of view of its equipment of a man tomake money and enjoy the luxury which money can command it must be moreand more practical that is it must be adapted not even to the higheraim of increasing the general wealth of the world by increasingproduction and diminishing waste both of labor and capital but to thelower aim of getting personal possession of it so that a striking socialfeature of the period is that onehalfthat is hardly an overestimateonehalf of the activity in America of which we speak with so muchenthusiasm is not directed to the production of wealth to increasingits volume but to getting the money of other people away from them Inbarbarous ages this object was accomplished by violence it is nowattained by skill and adroitness We still punish those who gain propertyby violence those who get it by smartness and cleverness we try toimitate and sometimes we reward them with public officeIt appears therefore that speedthe ability to move rapidly from placeto placea disproportionate reward of physical over intellectualscience an intense desire to be rich which is strong enough to compeleven education to grind in the mill of the Philistines and an inordinateelevation in public consideration of rich men simply because they arerich are characteristics of this little point of time on which we standThey are not the only characteristics in a reasonably optimistic viewthe age is distinguished for unexampled achievements and foropportunities for the wellbeing of humanity never before in all historyattainable But these characteristics are so prominent as to beget thefear that we are losing the sense of the relative value of things in thislifeFew persons come to middle life without some conception of these relativevalues It is in the heat and struggle that we fail to appreciate what inthe attainment will be most satisfactory to us After it is over we areapt to see that our possessions do not bring the happiness we expectedor that we have neglected to cultivate the powers and tastes that canmake life enjoyable We come to know to use a truism that a personshighest satisfaction depends not upon his exterior acquisitions but uponwhat he himself is There is no escape from this conclusion The physicalsatisfactions are limited and fallacious the intellectual and moralsatisfactions are unlimited In the last analysis a man has to live withhimself to be his own companion and in the last resort the question iswhat can he get out of himself In the end his life is worth just whathe has become And I need not say that the mistake commonly made is as torelative valuesthat the things of sense are as important as the thingsof the mind You make that mistake when you devote your best energies toyour,13
Produced by David WidgerBADDECK AND THAT SORT OF THINGBy Charles Dudley WarnerPREFACETO JOSEPH H TWICHELLIt would be unfair to hold you responsible for these light sketches of asummer trip which are now gathered into this little volume in responseto the usual demand in such cases yet you cannot escape altogether Forit was you who first taught me to say the name Baddeck it was you whoshowed me its position on the map and a seductive letter from a homemissionary on Cape Breton Island in relation to the abundance of troutand salmon in his field of labor That missionary you may remember wenever found nor did we see his tackle but I have no reason to believethat he does not enjoy good fishing in the right season You understandthe duties of a home missionary much better than I do and you knowwhether he would be likely to let a couple of strangers into the bestpart of his preserveBut I am free to admit that after our expedition was started youspeedily relieved yourself of all responsibility for it and turnedit over to your comrade with a profound geographical indifference youwould as readily have gone to Baddeck by Nova Zembla as by Nova ScotiaThe flight over the latter island was you knew however no part of ouroriginal plan and you were not obliged to take any interest in itYou know that our design was to slip rapidly down by the back way ofNorthumberland Sound to the Bras dOr and spend a week fishing thereand that the greater part of this journey here imperfectly describedis not really ours but was put upon us by fate and by the peculiararrangement of provincial travelIt would have been easy after our return to have made up from librariesa most engaging description of the Provinces mixing it with historicallegendary botanical geographical and ethnological information andseasoning it with adventure from your glowing imagination But itseemed to me that it would be a more honest contribution if our accountcontained only what we saw in our rapid travel for I have a theorythat any addition to the great body of print however insignificantit may be has a value in proportion to its originality andindividualityhowever slight either isand very little value if itis a compilation of the observations of others In this case I knowhow slight the value is and I can only hope that as the trip was veryentertaining to us the record of it may not be wholly unentertaining tothose of like tastesOf one thing my dear friend I am certain if the readers of thislittle journey could have during its persual the companionship that thewriter had when it was made they would think it altogether delightfulThere is no pleasure comparable to that of going about the world inpleasant weather with a good comrade if the mind is distracted neitherby care nor ambition nor the greed of gain The delight there isin seeing things without any hope of pecuniary profit from them Wecertainly enjoyed that inward peace which the philosopher associateswith the absence of desire for money For as Plato says in the Phaedowhence come wars and fightings and factions whence but from thebody and the lusts of the body For wars are occasioned by the love ofmoney So also are the majority of the anxieties of life We leftthese behind when we went into the Provinces with no design of acquiringanything there I hope it may be my fortune to travel further with youin this fair world under similar circumstancesNOOK FARM HARTFORD April 10 1874C D WBADDECK AND THAT SORT OF THINGI   Ay now I am in Arden the more fool I when I was at home   I was in a better place but travellers must be content                               TOUCHSTONETwo comrades and travelers who sought a better country than the UnitedStates in the month of August found themselves one evening in apparentpossession of the ancient town of BostonThe shops were closed at early candlelight the fashionable inhabitantshad retired into the country or into the secondstoryback of theirprincely residences and even an air of tender gloom settled upon theCommon The streets were almost empty and one passed into the burntdistrict where the scarred ruins and the uplifting piles of new brickand stone spread abroad under the flooding light of a full moon likeanother Pompeii without any increase in his feeling of tranquilseclusion Even the newsoffices had put up their shutters and aconfiding stranger could nowhere buy a guidebook to help his wanderingfeet about the reposeful city or to show him how to get out of itThere was to be sure a cheerful tinkle of horsecar bells in the airand in the creeping vehicles which created this levity of sound were afew lonesome passengers on their way to Scollays Square but the twotravelers not having wellregulated minds had no desire to go thereWhat would have become of Boston if the great fire had reached thissacred point of pilgrimage no merely human mind can imagine Withoutit I suppose the horsecars would go continually round and roundnever stopping until the cars fell away piecemeal on the track andthe horses collapsed into a mere mass of bones and harness and thebrowncovered books from the Public Library in the hands of the fadingvirgins who carried them had accumulated fines to an incalculableamountBoston notwithstanding its partial destruction by fire is still a goodplace to start from When one meditates an excursion into an unknownand perhaps perilous land where the flag will not protect him andthe greenback will only partially support him he likes to steady andtranquilize his mind by a peaceful halt and a serene start So weforthe intelligent reader has already identified us with the two travelersresolved to spend the last night before beginning our journey in thequiet of a Boston hotel Some people go into the country for quiet weknew better,13
Produced by Emma Dudding Dagny John Bickers David WidgerTHE SURPRISING ADVENTURES OF BARON MUNCHAUSENBy Rudolph Erich RaspePublished in 1895INTRODUCTIONIt is a curious fact that of that class of literature to whichMunchausen belongs that namely of _Voyages Imaginaires_ the threegreat types should have all been created in England Utopia RobinsonCrusoe and Gulliver illustrating respectively the philosophical theedifying and the satirical type of fictitious travel were all writtenin England and at the end of the eighteenth century a fourth typethe fantastically mendacious was evolved in this country Of this typeMunchausen was the modern original and remains the classical exampleThe adaptability of such a species of composition to local and topicaluses might well be considered prejudicial to its chances of obtaining apermanent place in literature Yet Munchausen has undoubtedly achievedsuch a place The Barons notoriety is universal his characterproverbial and his name as familiar as that of Mr Lemuel Gulliver orRobinson Crusoe mariner of York Condemned by the learned like someother masterpieces as worthless Munchausens travels have obtainedsuch a worldwide fame that the story of their origin possesses ageneral and historic interest apart from whatever of obscurity or ofcuriosity it may have to recommend itThe work first appeared in London in the course of the year 1785 Nocopy of the first edition appears to be accessible it seems howeverto have been issued some time in the autumn and in the _CriticalReview_ for December 1785 there is the following notice BaronMunchausens Narrative of his Marvellous Travels and Campaignsin Russia Small 8vo IS Smith This is a satirical productioncalculated to throw ridicule on the bold assertions of someparliamentary declaimers If rant may be best foiled at its own weaponsthe authors design is not illfounded for the marvellous has neverbeen carried to a more whimsical and ludicrous extent The reviewer hadprobably read the work through from one paper cover to the other It wasin fact too short to bore the most blasé of his kind consisting ofbut fortynine small octavo pages The second edition which is in theBritish Museum bears the following title Baron Munchausens Narrativeof his Marvellous Travels and Campaigns in Russia humbly dedicated andrecommended to country gentlemen and if they please to be repeated astheir own after a hunt at horse races in watering places and othersuch polite assemblies round the bottle and fireside Smith Printed atOxford 1786 The fact that this little pamphlet again consists of butfortynine small octavo pages combined with the similarity of titleas far as that of the first edition is given in the _Critical Review_publisher and price affords a strong presumption that it was identicalwith the first edition This edition contains only chapters ii iiiiv v and vi pp 1044 of the present reprint These chapters arethe best in the book and their substantial if peculiar merit can hardlybe denied but the pamphlet appears to have met with little successand early in 1786 Smith seems to have sold the property to anotherbookseller Kearsley Kearsley had it enlarged but not we areexpressly informed in the preface to the seventh edition by the handof the original author who happened to be in Cornwall at the time Healso had it illustrated and brought it out in the same year in bookform at the enhanced price of two shillings under the title GulliverRevivd The Singular Travels Campaigns Voyages and SportingAdventures of Baron Munnikhouson commonly pronounced Munchausen as herelates them over a bottle when surrounded by his friends A new editionconsiderably enlarged with views from the Barons drawings London1786 A wellinformed _Critical Reviewer_ would have amended the titlethus Lucian revivd or Gulliver Beat with his own BowFour editions now succeeded each other with rapidity and withoutmodification A German translation appeared in 1786 with the imprintLondon it was however in reality printed by Dieterich at GöttingenIt was a free rendering of the fifth edition the preface being a clumsycombination of that prefixed to the original edition with that whichKearsley had added to the thirdThe fifth edition which is with the exception of trifling differenceson the titlepage identical with the third fourth and sixth isalso that which has been followed in the present reprint down to theconclusion of chapter twenty where it ends with the words the greatquadrangle The supplement treating of Munchausens extraordinaryflight on the back of an eagle over France to Gibraltar South and NorthAmerica the Polar Regions and back to England is derived from theseventh edition of 1793 which has a new subtitleGulliver revivdor the Vice of Lying properly exposed The preface to this enlargededition also informs the reader that the last four editions had met withextraordinary success and that the supplementary chapters all thatis with the exception of chapters ii iii iv v and vi whichare ascribed to Baron Munchausen himself were the production of anotherpen written however in the Barons manner To the same ingeniousperson the public was indebted for the engravings with which the bookwas embellished The seventh was the last edition by which the classictext of Munchausen was seriously modified Even before this importantconsummation had been arrived at a sequel which was within a fractionas long as the original work it occupies pp 163299 of this volumehad appeared under the title A Sequel to the Adventures of BaronMunchausen    Humbly dedicated to Mr Bruce the Abyssiniantraveller as the Baron conceives that it may be some service to himprevious to his making another journey into Abyssinia But if thisadvice does not delight Mr Bruce the Baron is willing to fight him onany terms he pleases This work was issued separately London 17928voSuch is the history of the book during the first eight or constructiveyears of its existence beyond which it is necessary to trace it untilat least we have touched upon the longvexed question of its authorshipMunchausens travels have in fact been ascribed to as many differenthands as those of Odysseus But as in most other respects it differsfrom the more ancient fabulous narrative in that its authorship hasbeen the subject of but little controversy Many people have entertainederroneous notions as to its authorship which they have circulated,44
Produced by John HammTHE GOLDEN ROADBy L M Montgomery     Life was a roselipped comrade      With purple flowers dripping from her fingers                                        The Author               TO               THE MEMORY OF               Aunt Mary Lawson               WHO TOLD ME MANY OF THE TALES               REPEATED BY THE               STORY GIRLFOREWORDOnce upon a time we all walked on the golden road It was a fairhighway through the Land of Lost Delight shadow and sunshine wereblessedly mingled and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and anew loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyesOn that road we heard the song of morning stars we drank in fragrancesaerial and sweet as a May mist we were rich in gossamer fancies andiris hopes our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams the yearswaited beyond and they were very fair life was a roselipped comradewith purple flowers dripping from her fingersWe may long have left the golden road behind but its memories are thedearest of our eternal possessions and those who cherish them as suchmay haply find a pleasure in the pages of this book whose people arepilgrims on the golden road of youthTHE GOLDEN ROADCHAPTER I A NEW DEPARTUREIve thought of something amusing for the winter I said as wedrew into a halfcircle around the glorious woodfire in Uncle AlecskitchenIt had been a day of wild November wind closing down into a wet eerietwilight Outside the wind was shrilling at the windows and around theeaves and the rain was playing on the roof The old willow at the gatewas writhing in the storm and the orchard was a place of weird musicborn of all the tears and fears that haunt the halls of night Butlittle we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the outside worldwe kept them at bay with the light of the fire and the laughter of ouryoung lipsWe had been having a splendid game of BlindMans Buff That is ithad been splendid at first but later the fun went out of it because wefound that Peter was of malice prepense allowing himself to becaught too easily in order that he might have the pleasure of catchingFelicitywhich he never failed to do no matter how tightly his eyeswere bound What remarkable goose said that love is blind Love can seethrough five folds of closelywoven muffler with easeIm getting tired said Cecily whose breath was coming rather quicklyand whose pale cheeks had bloomed into scarlet Lets sit down and getthe Story Girl to tell us a storyBut as we dropped into our places the Story Girl shot a significantglance at me which intimated that this was the psychological moment forintroducing the scheme she and I had been secretly developing for somedays It was really the Story Girls idea and none of mine But she hadinsisted that I should make the suggestion as coming wholly from myselfIf you dont Felicity wont agree to it You know yourself Bev howcontrary shes been lately over anything I mention And if she goesagainst it Peter will toothe ninnyand it wouldnt be any fun if wewerent all in itWhat is it asked Felicity drawing her chair slightly away fromPetersIt is this Let us get up a newspaper of our ownwrite it allourselves and have all we do in it Dont you think we can get a lot offun out of itEveryone looked rather blank and amazed except the Story Girl She knewwhat she had to do and she did itWhat a silly idea she exclaimed with a contemptuous toss of her longbrown curls Just as if WE could get up a newspaperFelicity fired up exactly as we had hopedI think its a splendid idea she said enthusiastically Id like toknow why we couldnt get up as good a newspaper as they have in townUncle Roger says the Daily Enterprise has gone to the dogsall the newsit prints is that some old woman has put a shawl on her head and goneacross the road to have tea with another old woman I guess we could dobetter than that You neednt think Sara Stanley that nobody but youcan do anythingI think it would be great fun said Peter decidedly My Aunt Janehelped edit a paper when she was at Queens Academy and she said it wasvery amusing and helped her a great dealThe Story Girl could hide her delight only by dropping her eyes andfrowningBev wants to be editor she said and I dont see how he can with noexperience Anyhow it would be a lot of troubleSome people are so afraid of a little bother retorted FelicityI think it would be nice said Cecily timidly and none of us haveany experience of being editors any more than Bev so that wouldntmatterWill it be printed asked DanOh no I said We cant have it printed Well just have to write itoutwe can buy foolscap from the teacherI dont think it will be much of a newspaper if it isnt printed saidDan scornfullyIt doesnt matter very much what YOU think said FelicityThank you retorted DanOf course said the Story Girl hastily not wishing to have Dan turnedagainst our project if all the rest of you want it Ill go in for ittoo I daresay it would be real good fun now that I,3
Produced by Charles Franks and the Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE PUPPET CROWNby Harold MacGrath     TO THE MEMORY OF THAT GOOD FRIEND                    AND            COMRADE OF MY YOUTH                 MY FATHERCONTENTS     I THE SCEPTER WHICH WAS A STICK    II THE COUP DETAT OF COUSIN JOSEF   III AN EPISODE TEN YEARS AFTER    IV AN ADVENTURE WITH ROYALTY     V BEHIND THE PUPPET BOOTH    VI MADEMOISELLE OF THE VEIL   VII SOME DIALOGUE AN SPRAINED ANKLE AND SOME SOLDIERS  VIII THE RED CHATEAU    IX NOTHING MORE SERIOUS THAN A HOUSE PARTY     X BEING OF LONG RIDES MAIDS KISSES AND MESSAGES    XI THE DENOUEMENT   XII WHOM THE GODS DESTROY AND A FEW OTHERS  XIII BEING OF COMPLICATIONS NOT RECKONED ON   XIV QUI MAIME AIME MON CHIEN    XV IN WHICH FORTUNE BECOMES CARELESS AND PRODIGAL   XVI WHAT HAPPENED AT THE ARCHBISHOPS PLACE AND AFTER  XVII SOME PASSAGES AT ARMS XVIII A MINOR CHORD AND A CHANGE OF MOVEMENT   XIX A CHANCE RIDE IN THE NIGHT    XX THE LAST STAND OF A BAD SERVANT   XXI A COURT FETE AT THE RED CHATEAU  XXII IN WHICH MAURICE RECURS TO OFFENBACH XXIII A GAME OF POKER AND THE STAKES  XXIV THE PRISONER OF THE RED CHATEAU   XXV THE FORTUNES OF WAR  XXVI A PAGE FORM TASSO XXVII WORMWOOD AND LEESXXVIII INTO THE HANDS OF AUSTRIA  XXIX INTO STILL WATERS AND SILENCE     Ah Love Could you and I with Him conspire     To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire       Would not we shatter it to bitsand then     Remold it nearer to the Hearts desire                    Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamCHAPTER I THE SCEPTER WHICH WAS A STICKThe king sat in his private garden in the shade of a potted orange treethe leaves of which were splashed with brilliant yellow It was highnoon of one of those last warm sighs of passing summer which now andthen lovingly steal in between the chill breaths of September Thevelvet hush of the midday hour had fallenThere was an endless horizon of turquoise blue a zenith pellucid asglass The trees stood motionless not a shadow stirred save that whichwas cast by the tremulous wings of a black and purple butterfly whichnear to his Majesty fell rose and sank again From a drove of wildbees swimming hither and thither in quest of the final sweets of theyear came a low murmurous hum such as a man sometimes fancies he hearswhile standing alone in the vast auditorium of a cathedralThe king from where he sat could see the ivyclad towers of thearchbishops palace where in and about the narrow windows gray andwhite doves fluttered and plumed themselves The garden sloped gentlydownward till it merged into a beautiful lake called the Werter Seewhich stretching out several miles to the west in the heart of thethickwooded hills trembled like a thin sheet of silverToward the south far away lay the dim uneven blue line of the ThalianAlps which separated the kingdom that was from the duchy that is andthe duke from his desires More than once the king leveled his gazein that direction as if to fathom what lay behind those lordly ruggedhillsThere was in the air the delicate odor of the deciduous leaves whichevery little while the king inhaled his eyes halfclosed and hisnostrils distended Save for these brief moments however there restedon his countenance an expression of disenchantment which came ofthe knowledge of a part illplayed an expression which described aconsciousness of his unfitness and inutility of lethargy and wearinessand distasteTo be weary is the lot of kings it is a part of their royalprerogative but it is only a great king who can be weary gracefullyAnd Leopold was not a great king indeed he was many inches short ofthe ideal but he was philosophical and by the process of reason heescaped the pitfalls which lurk in the path of peevishnessTo know the smallness of the human atom the limit of desire theexistence of other lives as precious as their own is not the philosophywhich makes great kings Philosophy engenders pity and one whopossesses that can not ride roughshod over men and that is the businessof kingsAs for Leopold he would rather have wandered the byways of Kant thanstudied royal etiquette A crown had been thrust on his head and ascepter into his hand and willynilly he must wear the one and wieldthe other The confederation had determined the matter shortly beforethe FrancoPrussian warThe kingdom that was an admixture of old France and newer Austria wasa gateway which opened the road to the Orient and a gateman must beplaced there who would be obedient to the will of the great travelerswere they minded to pass that way That is to say the confederationwanted a puppet and in Leopold they found a dreamer which served aswell That glittering bait a crown had lured him from his peacefulOsian hills and valleys and now he found that his crown was of strawand his scepter a stickHe longed to turn back for his heart lay in a tomb close to his castlekeep but the way back was closed He had sold his birthright So hepermitted his ministers to rule his kingdom how they would and gavehimself up to dreams He had been but a,29
Produced by Donald LainsonTHE PATROL OF THE SUN DANCE TRAILBy Ralph ConnorCONTENTSCHAPTERI     THE TRAILRUNNERII    HIS COUNTRYS NEEDIII   AFISHING WE WILL GOIV    THE BIG CHIEFV     THE ANCIENT SACRIFICEVI    THE ILLUSIVE COPPERHEADVII   THE SARCEE CAMPVIII  THE GIRL ON NO 1IX    THE RIDE UP THE BOWX     RAVEN TO THE RESCUEXI    SMITHS WORKXII   IN THE SUN DANCE CANYONXIII  IN THE BIG WIGWAMXIV   GOOD MANGOOD SQUAWXV    THE OUTLAWXVI   WARXVII  TO ARMSXVIII AN OUTLAW BUT A MANXIX   THE GREAT CHIEFXX    THE LAST PATROLXXI   WHY THE DOCTOR STAYEDTHE PATROL OF THE SUN DANCE TRAILCHAPTER ITHE TRAILRUNNERHigh up on the hillside in the midst of a rugged group of jack pines theUnion Jack shook out its folds gallantly in the breeze that swept downthe Kicking Horse Pass That gallant flag marked the headquarters ofSuperintendent Strong of the North West Mounted Police whose specialduty it was to preserve law and order along the construction line of theCanadian Pacific Railway Company now pushed west some scores of milesAlong the toteroad which ran parallel to the steel a man dark ofskin slight but wiry came running his hard panting his streamingface his open mouth proclaiming his exhaustion At a little trail thatled to the left he paused noted its course toward the flaunting flagturned into it then struggled up the rocky hillside till he came to thewooden shack with a deep porch running round it and surrounded bya rustic fence which enclosed a garden whose neatness illustrated acharacteristic of the British soldier The runner passed in through thegate and up the little gravel walk and began to ascend the stepsHalt A quick sharp voice arrested him What do you want here Fromthe side of the shack an orderly appeared neat trim and dandified inappearance from his polished boots to his wide cowboy hatBeeg Chief panted the runner Meseebeeg ChiefqueeckThe orderly looked him over and hesitatedWhat do you want Big Chief forMewantsay someting said the little man fighting to recover hisbreath someting beegsure beeg He made a step toward the doorHalt there said the orderly sharply Keep out you halfbreedSeebeeg Chiefqueeck panted the halfbreed for so he was withfierce insistenceThe orderly hesitated A year ago he would have hustled him off theporch in short order But these days were anxious days Rumors wildand terrifying were running through the trails of the dark forestEverywhere were suspicion and unrest The Indian tribes throughout thewestern territories and in the eastern part of British Columbia undercover of an unwonted quiet were in a state of excitement and this noneknew better than the North West Mounted Police With stoical unconcernthe Police patroled their beats rode in upon the reserves carelesscheery but with eyes vigilant for signs and with ears alert forsounds of the coming storm Only the Mounted Police however and afew oldtimers who knew the Indians and their halfbreed kindred gavea single moments thought to the bare possibility of danger Thevast majority of the Canadian people knew nothing of the tempestuousgatherings of French halfbreed settlers in little hamlets upon thenorthern plains along the Saskatchewan The fiery resolutions reportednow and then in the newspapers reciting the wrongs and proclaiming therights of these remote ignorant insignificant halftamed pioneersof civilization roused but faint interest in the minds of the people ofCanada Formal resolutions and petitions of rights had been regularlysent during the past two years to Ottawa and there as regularlypigeonholed above the desks of deputy ministers The politicians hada somewhat dim notion that there was some sort of row on among thebreeds about Prince Albert and Battleford but this concerned themlittle The members of the Opposition found in the resolutions andpetitions of rights useful ammunition for attack upon the Government Inpurple periods the leader arraigned the supineness and the indifferenceof the Premier and his Government to the rights and wrongs of ourfellowcitizens who amid the hardships of a pioneer civilization werelaying broad and deep the foundations of Empire But after the smokeand noise of the explosion had passed both Opposition and Governmentspeedily forgot the halfbreed and his tempestuous gatherings in thestores and schoolhouses at church doors and in open camps along thebanks of the far away SaskatchewanThere were a few men however that could not forget An Indian agenthere and there with a sense of responsibility beyond the pickings of hispost a Hudson Bay factor whose long experience in handling the affairsof halfbreeds and Indians instructed him to read as from a printed pagewhat to others were meaningless and incoherent happenings and above allthe officers of the Mounted Police whose duty it was to preserve thepax Britannica over some three hundred thousand square miles of HerMajestys dominions in this far northwest reach of Empire these carriednight and day an uneasiness in their minds which found vent from timeto time in reports and telegraphic messages to members of Government andother officials at headquarters who slept on however undisturbed Butthe word was passed along the line of Police posts over the plains andfar out into British Columbia to watch for signs and to be on guard ThePolice paid little heed to the highsounding resolutions of a few angryexcitable halfbreeds who daring though they were and thoroughly ableto give a good account of themselves in any trouble that might arisewere quite insignificant in number but there was another peril soserious so terrible that the oldest officer on the force spoke of itwith face growing grave and with lowered voicethe peril of an IndianuprisingAll this and more made the trim orderly hesitate A runner with news wasnot to be kicked unceremoniously off the porch in these days but to beconsideredYou want to see the Superintendent ehOui for surequeeckrun ten mile replied the halfbreed with angryimpatienceAll right said the orderly whats your nameName Me PinaultPierre Pinault Ah sacrre Beeg Chief knowmePinault The little,1
Produced by Toby F Charkin  HTML version by Al HainesThe Valley Of FearbySir Arthur Conan DoyleCONTENTSPART 1The Tragedy of BirlstoneChapter  1  The Warning  2  Sherlock Holmes Discourses  3  The Tragedy of Birlstone  4  Darkness  5  The People Of the Drama  6  A Dawning Light  7  The SolutionPART 2The Scowrers  1  The Man  2  The Bodymaster  3  Lodge 341 Vermissa  4  The Valley of Fear  5  The Darkest Hour  6  Danger  7  The Trapping of Birdy EdwardsPART 1The Tragedy of BirlstoneChapter 1The WarningI am inclined to think said II should do so Sherlock Holmes remarked impatientlyI believe that I am one of the most longsuffering of mortals but Illadmit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruptionReally Holmes said I severely you are a little trying at timesHe was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediateanswer to my remonstrance He leaned upon his hand with his untastedbreakfast before him and he stared at the slip of paper which he hadjust drawn from its envelope Then he took the envelope itself held itup to the light and very carefully studied both the exterior and theflapIt is Porlocks writing said he thoughtfully I can hardly doubtthat it is Porlocks writing though I have seen it only twice beforeThe Greek e with the peculiar top flourish is distinctive But if it isPorlock then it must be something of the very first importanceHe was speaking to himself rather than to me but my vexationdisappeared in the interest which the words awakenedWho then is Porlock I askedPorlock Watson is a nomdeplume a mere identification mark butbehind it lies a shifty and evasive personality In a former letter hefrankly informed me that the name was not his own and defied me everto trace him among the teeming millions of this great city Porlock isimportant not for himself but for the great man with whom he is intouch Picture to yourself the pilot fish with the shark the jackalwith the lionanything that is insignificant in companionship withwhat is formidable not only formidable Watson but sinisterin thehighest degree sinister That is where he comes within my purview Youhave heard me speak of Professor MoriartyThe famous scientific criminal as famous among crooks asMy blushes Watson Holmes murmured in a deprecating voiceI was about to say as he is unknown to the publicA touch A distinct touch cried Holmes You are developing acertain unexpected vein of pawky humour Watson against which I mustlearn to guard myself But in calling Moriarty a criminal you areuttering libel in the eyes of the lawand there lie the glory and thewonder of it The greatest schemer of all time the organizer of everydeviltry the controlling brain of the underworld a brain which mighthave made or marred the destiny of nationsthats the man But soaloof is he from general suspicion so immune from criticism soadmirable in his management and selfeffacement that for those verywords that you have uttered he could hale you to a court and emergewith your years pension as a solatium for his wounded character Is henot the celebrated author of The Dynamics of an Asteroid a book whichascends to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that it is saidthat there was no man in the scientific press capable of criticizingit Is this a man to traduce Foulmouthed doctor and slanderedprofessorsuch would be your respective roles Thats genius WatsonBut if I am spared by lesser men our day will surely comeMay I be there to see I exclaimed devoutly But you were speakingof this man PorlockAh yesthe socalled Porlock is a link in the chain some little wayfrom its great attachment Porlock is not quite a sound linkbetweenourselves He is the only flaw in that chain so far as I have been ableto test itBut no chain is stronger than its weakest linkExactly my dear Watson Hence the extreme importance of Porlock Ledon by some rudimentary aspirations towards right and encouraged by thejudicious stimulation of an occasional tenpound note sent to him bydevious methods he has once or twice given me advance informationwhich has been of valuethat highest value which anticipates andprevents rather than avenges crime I cannot doubt that if we had thecipher we should find that this communication is of the nature that IindicateAgain Holmes flattened out the paper upon his unused plate I rose andleaning over him stared down at the curious inscription which ran asfollows         534 C2    13 127 36 31   4  17   21 41           DOUGLAS 109 293  5  37   BIRLSTONE             26   BIRLSTONE 9   47     171What do you make of it HolmesIt is obviously an attempt to convey secret informationBut what is the use of a cipher message without the cipherIn this instance none at allWhy do you say in this instanceBecause there are many ciphers which I would read as easily as I dothe apocrypha of the agony column such crude devices amuse theintelligence without fatiguing it But this is different It is clearlya reference to the words in a page of some book Until I am told whichpage and which book I am powerlessBut why Douglas and BirlstoneClearly because those are words which were not contained in the pagein questionThen why has he not indicated the bookYour native shrewdness my dear Watson that innate cunning which isthe delight of your friends would surely prevent you from inclosingcipher and message in the same envelope Should it miscarry you areundone As it is both have to go wrong before any harm comes from itOur second post is now overdue and I shall be surprised if it does,27
Produced by Jeroen HellingmanThe Bontoc Igorotby Albert Ernest JenksLetter of TransmittalDepartment of the Interior The Ethnological SurveyMANILA FEBRUARY 3 1904Sir I have the honor to submit a study of the Bontoc Igorot madefor this Survey during the year 1903 It is transmitted with therecommendation that it be published as Volume I of a series ofscientific studies to be issued by The Ethnological Survey for thePhilippine IslandsRespectfullyAlbert Ernst JenksCHIEF OF THE ETHNOLOGICAL SURVEYHon Dean C WorcesterSECRETARY OF THE INTERIOR MANILA P IPrefaceAfter an expedition of two months in September October and November1902 among the people of northern Luzon it was decided that the Igorotof Bontoc pueblo in the Province of LepantoBontoc are as typical ofthe primitive mountain agriculturist of Luzon as any group visited andthat ethnologic investigations directed from Bontoc pueblo would enablethe investigator to show the culture of the primitive mountaineer ofLuzon as well as or better than investigations centered elsewhereAccompanied by Mrs Jenks the writer took up residence in Bontocpueblo the 1st of January 1903 and remained five months Thefollowing data were gathered during that Bontoc residence the previousexpedition of two months and a residence of about six weeks amongthe Benguet IgorotThe accompanying illustrations are mainly from photographs Some ofthem were taken in April 1903 by Hon Dean C Worcester Secretaryof the Interior others are the work of Mr Charles Martin Governmentphotographer and were taken in January 1903 the others were madeby the writer to supplement those taken by Mr Martin whose timewas limited in the area Credit for each photograph is given withthe halftone as it appearsI wish to express my gratitude for the many favors of the only otherAmericans living in Bontoc Province during my stay there namelyLieutenantGovernor Truman K Hunt MD Constabulary Lieutenant nowCaptain Elmer A Eckman and Mr William F Smith American teacherIn the following pages native words have their syllabic divisionsshown by hyphens and their accented syllables and vowels marked in thevarious sections wherein the words are considered technically for thefirst time and also in the vocabulary in the last chapter In allother places they are unmarked A later study of the language mayshow that errors have been made in writing sentences since it wasnot always possible to get a consistent answer to the question as towhat part of a sentence constitutes a single word and time was toolimited for any extensive language study The following alphabet hasbeen used in writing native wordsA as in FAR Spanish RAMOA as in LAW as O in French ORAY as AI in AISLE Spanish HAYAO as OU in OUT as AU in Spanish AUTOB as in BAD Spanish BAJARCH as in CHECK Spanish CHICOD as in DOG Spanish DARE as in THEY Spanish HALLEE as in THEN Spanish COMENF as in FIGHT Spanish FIRMARG as in GO Spanish GOZARH as in HE Tagalog BAHAYI as in PIQUE Spanish HIJOI as in PICKK as in KEENL as in LAMB Spanish LENTEM as in MAN Spanish MENOSN as in NOW Spanish JABONNG as in FINGER Spanish LENGUAO as in NOTE Spanish NOSOTROSOI as in BOILP as in POOR Spanish PEROQ as CH in German ICHS as in SAUCE Spanish SORDOSH as in SHALL as CH in French CHARMERT as in TOUCH Spanish TOMARU as in RULE Spanish UNOU as in BUTU as in German KUHLV as in VALVE Spanish VOLVERW as in WILL nearly as OU in French OUIY as in YOU Spanish YAIt seems not improper to say a word here regarding some of my commonestimpressions of the Bontoc IgorotPhysically he is a cleanlimbed wellbuilt darkbrown man of mediumstature with no evidence of degeneracy He belongs to that extensivestock of primitive people of which the Malay is the most commonlynamed I do not believe he has received any of his characteristicsas a group from either the Chinese or Japanese though this theoryhas frequently been presented The Bontoc man would be a savage ifit were not that his geographic location compelled him to become anagriculturist necessity drove him to this art of peace In everydaylife his actions are deliberate but he is not lazy He is remarkablyindustrious for a primitive man In his agricultural labors he hasstrength determination and endurance On the trail as a cargadoror burden bearer for Americans he is patient and uncomplaining andearns his wage in the sweat of his brow His social life is lowlyand before marriage is most primitive but a man has only one wife towhom he is usually faithful The social group is decidedly democraticthere are no slaves The people are neither drunkards gamblersnor sportsmen There is little color in the life of the Igorothe is not very inventive and seems to have little imagination Hischief recreation  certainly his mostenjoyed and highly prizedrecreation  is headhunting But headhunting is not the passionwith him that it is with many Malay peoplesHis religion is at base the most primitive religion known  animismor spirit belief  but he has somewhere grasped the idea of one godand has made this belief in a crude way a part of his lifeHe is a very likable man and there is little about his primitivenessthat is repulsive He is of a kindly disposition is not servileand is generally trustworthy He has a strong sense of humor He isdecidedly friendly to the American whose superiority he recognizesand whose methods he desires to learn The boys in school are quickand bright and their teacher pronounces them superior to Indian andMexican children he has taught in Mexico Texas and New Mexico1Briefly I believe in the future development of the Bontoc Igorotfor the following reasons He has an exceptionally fine physique forhis stature and has no vices to destroy his body He has couragewhich no one who knows him seems ever to think of questioning heis industrious has a bright mind and is willing to learn Hisinstitutions  governmental religious and social  are notradically opposed to those of modern civilization  as for instanceare many institutions of the Mohammedanized people of Mindanao andthe Sulu Archipelago  but are such it,4
Produced by David A SchwanHOW MEMBERS OF CONGRESS ARE BRIBEDAn Open LetterA Protest and a PetitionFrom a Citizen of California to the United States Congressby Joseph H MooreThe LobbyistIf a persistent intermeddler without proper warrant in Governmentaffairs an unscrupulous dealer in threats and promises amongst publicmen a constant menace to sworn servants of the people in their officesof trust a tempter of the corrupt and a terror to the timid who aredelegated to power a remorseless enemy to wholesome legislation aconstant friend to conspirators against the common welfare for privategainif such a compound of dangerous and insolent qualities mergedin one personality active vigilant unblushing be a LobbyistthenCollis P Huntington is a Lobbyist at the doors of Congress in itscorridors and in its councils at WashingtonHe is the spirit incarnate of Monopoly in its most aggressive formAmong the intrenched powers which have sapped the vitality and are amenace to the existence of our form of republican government he isstrong with their strength dangerous with their power perilous withthe insolence of their courtesies the blandishment of their open orcovert threatsFor nearly thirty years he has engendered broadcast political corruptionin order to enrich himself and his associate railroad magnates at thepublic costThe declared representative now of those who have been thus farsuccessful conspirators against the general Treasury and ruthlessoppressors of every vital interest of defenceless California withresonant voice and open hand he is clearly visible upon paradedemanding attention from the elected servants of all the people andeasily dwarfing the lessor lobby by the splendor of his equipmentThe English Parliament would relegate such an intruder to the streetthe French Deputies point to his credentials with infinite scornItalian statesmen would shrink from a perusal of his record and theSpanish Cortes decline to listen to any plea that men who are at one andthe same time known robbers and declared beggars have blended and vestedrights as both such to millions of public moneyTo the vision of thoughtful rulers and myriads of patriots throughoutthe world reading history now as it is being created from day to daythe Anarchist naturally looms in the background of such a spectacleA SearchLightIn order that a proper sidelight be flashed upon him that his choicemethods of dealing with men and accomplishing his purposes may passin review that some Californians and many national legislators may beinformed of that which they never knew or reminded of that whichthey may have forgotten that the record of his accidental and forcedconfession in open Court of an appalling use of money in defendingstolen millions and grasping after more shall be revived that his lowestimate of the honor and integrity of public men and his essentialcontempt for the masses may be contrasted with his high appreciation ofthe debauching power of money that the enslavement by himself and hisassociates of the naturally great State of California and her indignantpeople may be once more proclaimed with bitter protest and earnestappeal to all the citizens of our sister States throughout our vastcommonwealth and to the end that no such palpable embodiment ofpolitical infamy may continue to stalk without rebuke through allthe open ways and sacred recesses of popular power crystallized atWashingtonI propose to revive the recollection ofand to brieflycomment onthe whilom notorious HuntingtonColton Letters which becamepublic property as part of the records of the Superior Court of SonomaCounty in this StateHuntingtonColton LettersOf an apparent nearly 600 only about 200 are in evidence It is to beregretted that more did not come to light If the public could onlybe privileged to read what he wrote to Leland Stanford and to CharlesCrocker and to Mark Hopkinsas well as to David D Coltontherethere would be much to reflect upon But the public never will see suchletters The nature of them required their immediate destructionAs Huntington explainsI am often asked by my associates in California about my views inmatters that I have written to the others of and allow me to say thatall letters that I number consecutively I have supposed would be readby all and then go into the basket together No 561 N Y April7th 1875That was the safest way It is not wise to allow great numbers ofthinking people to read that they are victims of chicanery corruptionin high places bribery hire and salary and oppression throughconspiracy There might be something more than a spice of danger in muchcarelessnessTone of the LettersThe letters under consideration written during the four years fromOctober 1874 to October 1878 tell a plain enough tale of their ownThey abound with cool and easy allusions to various men and things toconvincing public servants to fixing committees in Congressto persuading the most exalted officials purchasing Nationallegislators as well as Territorial Governors to deceiving localcommunities and the United States generally with well consideredcunning to working noisily with blatant instruments and quietly throughmasked agents to creating public opinion by means of false showingsto electing or defeating candidates for office to smiting enemies andrewarding friendsViewed as a contribution to the literature of fatal political infectionthe letters are unique They embody an epitome of just such work astheir writer is prepared to now continue if the temper of the Americanpeople will permit him to do soThe plane upon which his exertions will possibly be made may be justlyimagined from the intimate knowledge and implied approval of bribery ona collossal scale which he mentions frankly and carelessly thusI returned from Washington last night The subcommittee of the RR Committee of the House have agreed to report Scott T and P Billsthrough to San Diego and I am disposed to think the full committeewill report it to the House It can be hoped but I doubt if it wouldbe worth the cost as I do not think it can pass the House Scott nodoubt will promise all thesay 40000000 that the Act would givehim No 428 N Y Feb 23 1878And thusThe T and P folks are working hard on their bill    They offeredone M C one thousand dollars cash down five thousand when the Billpassed and ten thousand of the bonds,13
Produced by The James J Kelly Library of St GregorysUniversity and Alev AkmanTHE AMERICAN SPIRIT IN LITERATUREA CHRONICLE OF GREAT INTERPRETERSBy Bliss PerryCONTENTS     I THE PIONEERS     II THE FIRST COLONIAL LITERATURE     III THE THIRD AND FOURTH GENERATION     IV THE REVOLUTION     V THE KNICKERBOCKER GROUP     VI THE TRANSCENDENTALISTS     VII ROMANCE POETRY AND HISTORY     VIII POE AND WHITMAN     IX UNION AND LIBERTY     X A NEW NATION     BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE AMERICAN SPIRIT IN LITERATURECHAPTER I THE PIONEERSThe United States of America has been from the beginning in a perpetualchange The physical and mental restlessness of the American and thetemporary nature of many of his arrangements are largely due to theexperimental character of the exploration and development of thiscontinent The new energies released by the settlement of the colonieswere indeed guided by stern determination wise forethought andinventive skill but no one has ever really known the outcome of theexperiment It is a story of faith of   Effort and expectation and desire   And something evermore about to beAn Alexander Hamilton may urge with passionate force the adoption of theConstitution without any firm conviction as to its permanence The mostclearsighted American of the Civil War period recognized this elementof uncertainty in our American adventure when he declared We arenow testing whether this nation or any nation so conceived and sodedicated can long endure More than fifty years have passed sincethat war rearmed the binding force of the Constitution and apparentlysealed the perpetuity of the Union Yet the gigantic economic and socialchanges now in progress are serving to show that the United States hasits full share of the anxieties which beset all human institutions inthis daily altering worldWe are but strangers in an inn but passengers in a ship said RogerWilliams This sense of the transiency of human effort the perishablenature of human institutions was quick in the consciousness of thegentleman adventurers and sober Puritan citizens who emigrated fromEngland to the New World It had been a familiar note in the poetry ofthat Elizabethan period which had followed with such breathless interestthe exploration of America It was a conception which could be sharedalike by a saint like John Cotton or a soldier of fortune like JohnSmith Men are tentdwellers Today they settle here and tomorrow theyhave struck camp and are gone We are strangers and sojourners as allour fathers wereThis instinct of the camper has stamped itself upon American life andthought Venturesomeness physical and moral daring resourcefulnessin emergencies indifference to negligible details wastefulnessof materials boundless hope and confidence in the morrow arecharacteristics of the American It is scarcely an exaggeration tosay that the good American has been he who has most resembled a goodcamper He has had robust healthunless or until he has abused itatolerant disposition and an ability to apply his fingers or his brainto many unrelated and unexpected tasks He is disposed to blaze his owntrail He has a touch of prodigality and withal a knack of keepinghis tent or his affairs in better order than they seem Above all hehas been ever ready to break camp when he feels the impulse to wanderHe likes to be footloose If he does not build his roads as solidlyas the Roman roads were built nor his houses like the English housesit is because he feels that he is here today and gone tomorrow If hehas squandered the physical resources of his neighborhood cutting theforests recklessly exhausting the soil surrendering water power andminerals into a few farclutching fingers he has done it because heexpects like Voltaires Signor Pococurante to have a new gardentomorrow built on a nobler plan When New York State grew too crowdedfor Coopers LeatherStocking he shouldered his pack whistled to hisdog glanced at the sun and struck a beeline for the MississippiNothing could be more typical of the first three hundred years ofAmerican historyThe traits of the pioneer have thus been the characteristic traits ofthe American in action The memories of successive generations havetended to stress these qualities to the neglect of others Everyonewho has enjoyed the free life of the woods will confess that his ownjudgment upon his casual summer associates turns quite naturally andalmost exclusively upon their characteristics as woodsmen Out of thewoods these gentlemen may be more or less admirable divines pedantsmen of affairs but the verdict of their companions in the forest isbased chiefly upon the single question of their adaptability to theenvironment of the camp Are they quick of eye and foot skillful withrod and gun cheerful on rainy days ready to do a little more thantheir share of drudgery If so memory holds themSome such unconscious selection as this has been at work in theclassification of our representative men The building of the nation andthe literary expression of its purpose and ideals are tasks which havecalled forth the strength of a great variety of individuals Some ofthese men have proved to be peculiarly fitted for a specific serviceirrespective of the question of their general intellectual powers ortheir rank as judged by the standard of European performance in the samefield Thus the battle of New Orleans in European eyes a mere bit offrontier fighting made Andrew Jackson a hero as indubitably as if hehad defeated Napoleon at Waterloo It gave him the PresidencyThe analogy holds in literature Certain expressions of Americansentiment or conviction have served to summarize or to clarify thespirit of the nation The authors of these productions have frequentlywon the recognition and affection of their contemporaries by means ofprose and verse quite unsuited to sustain the test of severe criticalstandards Neither Longfellows Excelsior nor Poes Bells norWhittiers Maud Muller is among the best poems of the three writersin question yet there was something in each of these productions whichcaught the fancy of a whole American generation It expressed one phaseof the,4
Produced by Sue AsscherBRAMBLEBEES AND OTHERSby J HENRI FABRETRANSLATED BY ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS FZSTRANSLATORS NOTEIn this volume I have collected all the essays on Wild Bees scatteredthrough the Souvenirs entomologiques with the exception of those onthe Chalicodomae or Masonbees proper which form the contents of aseparate volume entitled The MasonbeesThe first two essays on the Halicti Chapters 12 and 13 have alreadyappeared in an abbreviated form in The Life and Love of the Insecttranslated by myself and published by Messrs A  C Black in Americaby the Macmillan Co in 1911 With the greatest courtesy and kindnessMessrs Black have given me their permission to include these twochapters in the present volume they did so without fee or considerationof any kind merely on my representation that it would be a great pityif this uniform edition of Fabres Works should be rendered incompletebecause certain essays formed part of volumes of extracts previouslypublished in this country Their generosity is almost unparalleled in myexperience and I wish to thank them publicly for it in the name ofthe author of the French publishers and of the English and Americanpublishers as well as in my ownOf the remaining chapters one or two have appeared in the EnglishReview or other magazines but most of them now see the light inEnglish for the first timeI have once more as in the case of The Masonbees to thank MissFrances Rodwell for the help which she has given me in the workof translation and research and I am also grateful for much kindassistance received from the staff of the Natural History Museum andfrom Mr Geoffrey MeadeWaldo in particularALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOSChelsea 1915CONTENTSTRANSLATORS NOTECHAPTER 1 BRAMBLEDWELLERSCHAPTER 2 THE OSMIAECHAPTER 3 THE DISTRIBUTION OF THE SEXESCHAPTER 4 THE MOTHER DECIDES THE SEX OF THE EGGCHAPTER 5 PERMUTATIONS OF SEXCHAPTER 6 INSTINCT AND DISCERNMENTCHAPTER 7 ECONOMY OF ENERGYCHAPTER 8 THE LEAFCUTTERSCHAPTER 9 THE COTTONBEESCHAPTER 10 THE RESINBEESCHAPTER 11 THE POISON OF THE BEECHAPTER 12 THE HALICTI A PARASITECHAPTER 13 THE HALICTI THE PORTRESSCHAPTER 14 THE HALICTI PARTHENOGENESISINDEXCHAPTER 1 BRAMBLEDWELLERSThe peasant as he trims his hedge whose riotous tangle threatens toencroach upon the road cuts the trailing stems of the bramble a footor two from the ground and leaves the rootstock which soon dries upThese bramblestumps sheltered and protected by the thorny brushwoodare in great demand among a host of Hymenoptera who have families tosettle The stump when dry offers to any one that knows how to use ita hygienic dwelling where there is no fear of damp from the sap itssoft and abundant pith lends itself to easy work and the top offers aweak spot which makes it possible for the insect to reach the vein ofleast resistance at once without cutting away through the hardligneous wall To many therefore of the Bee and Wasp tribe whetherhoneygatherers or hunters one of these dry stalks is a valuablediscovery when its diameter matches the size of its wouldbeinhabitants and it is also an interesting subject of study to theentomologist who in the winter pruningshears in hand can gather inthe hedgerows a faggot rich in small industrial wonders Visiting thebramblebushes has long been one of my favourite pastimes during theenforced leisure of the wintertime and it is seldom but some newdiscovery some unexpected fact makes up to me for my torn fingersMy list which is still far from being complete already numbers nearlythirty species of brambledwellers in the neighbourhood of my houseother observers more assiduous than I exploring another region and onecovering a wider range have counted as many as fifty I give at foot aninventory of the species which I have notedBrambledwelling insects in the neighbourhood of Serignan Vaucluse     1 MELLIFEROUS HYMENOPTERA     Osmia tridentata DUF and PER     Osmia detrita PEREZ     Anthidium scapulare LATR     Heriades rubicola PEREZ     Prosopis confusa SCHENCK     Ceratina chalcites GERM     Ceratina albilabris FAB     Ceratina callosa FAB     Ceratina coerulea VILLERS     2 HUNTING HYMENOPTERA     Solenius vagus FAB provisions Diptera     Solenius lapidarius LEP provisions Spiders     Cemonus unicolor PANZ provisions Plantlice     Psen atratus provisions Black Plantlice     Tripoxylon figulus LIN provisions Spiders     A Pompilus unknown provisions Spiders     Odynerus delphinalis GIRAUD     3 PARASITICAL HYMENOPTERA     A Leucopsis unknown parasite of Anthidium scapulare     A small Scoliid unknown parasite of Solenius vagus     Omalus auratus parasite of various brambledwellers     Cryptus bimaculatus GRAV parasite of Osmia detrita     Cryptus gyrator DUF parasite of Tripoxylon figulus     Ephialtes divinator ROSSI parasite of Cemonus unicolor     Ephialtes mediator GRAV parasite of Psen atratus     Foenus pyrenaicus GUERIN     Euritoma rubicola J GIRAUD parasite of Osmia detrita     4 COLEOPTERA     Zonitis mutica FAB parasite of Osmia tridentataMost of these insects have been submitted to a learned expert ProfessorJean Perez of Bordeaux I take this opportunity of renewing my thanksfor his kindness in identifying them for meAuthors NoteThey include members of very diverse corporations Some moreindustrious and equipped with better tools remove the pith from the drystem and thus obtain a vertical cylindrical gallery the length of whichmay be nearly a cubit This sheath is next divided by partitions intomore or less numerous storeys each of which forms the cell of a larvaOthers less wellendowed with strength and implements avail themselvesof the old galleries of other insects galleries that have beenabandoned after serving as a home for their builders family Their onlywork is to make some slight repairs in the ruined tenement to clear thechannel of its lumber such as the remains of,52
Produced by Sue AsscherMORE HUNTING WASPSBy J Henri FabreTranslated By Alexander Teixeira De Mattos F Z STRANSLATORS NOTEThe fourteen chapters contained in this volume complete the list ofessays in the Souvenirs entomologiques devoted to Wasps The remainderwill be found in the two earlier volumes of this collected editionentitled The Hunting Wasps and the Masonwasps respectivelyChapter 2 has appeared before in my version of The Life and Love ofthe Insect an illustrated volume of extracts translated by myself andpublished by Messrs Adam and Charles Black in America by the MacmillanCo and Chapter 10 in a similar miscellany translated by Mr BernardMiall published by Messrs T Fisher Unwin Ltd in America by theCentury Co under the title of Social Life in the Insect World Thesetwo chapters are included in the present book by arrangement with theoriginal firmsI wish to place on record my thanks to Mr Miall for the valuableassistance which he has given me in preparing this translationALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOSVentnor I W 6 December 1920CONTENTS     TRANSLATORS NOTE     CHAPTER 1 THE POMPILI     CHAPTER 2 THE SCOLIAE     CHAPTER 3 A DANGEROUS DIET     CHAPTER 4 THE CETONIALARVA     CHAPTER 5 THE PROBLEM OF THE SCOLIAE     CHAPTER 6 THE TACHYTES     CHAPTER 7 CHANGE OF DIET     CHAPTER 8 A DIG AT THE EVOLUTIONISTS     CHAPTER 9 RATIONING ACCORDING TO SEX     CHAPTER 10 THE BEEEATING PHILANTHUS     CHAPTER 11 THE METHOD OF THE AMMOPHILAE     CHAPTER 12 THE METHOD OF THE SCOLIAE     CHAPTER 13 THE METHOD OF THE CALICURGI     CHAPTER 14 OBJECTIONS AND REJOINDERS     INDEXCHAPTER 1 THE POMPILIThis essay should be read in conjunction with that on the BlackbelliedTarantula Cf The Life of the Spider by J Henri Fabre translatedby Alexander Teixeira de Mattos chapter 1Translators NoteThe Ammophilas caterpillar Cf The Hunting Wasps by J Henri Fabretranslated by Alexander Teixeira de Mattos chapters 13 and 18 to 20and Chapter 11 of the present volumeTranslators Note the BembexCf idem chapter 14Translators Note Gadfly the Cerceris Cfidem chapters 1 to 3Translators Note Buprestis A Beetleusually remarkable for her brilliant colouring Cf idem chapter1Translators Note and Weevil the Sphex Cf idem chapter 4 to10Translators Note Locust Cricket and Ephippiger Cf The Lifeof the Grasshopper by J Henri Fabre translated by AlexanderTeixeira de Mattos chapters 13 and 14Translators Note allthese inoffensive peaceable victims are like the silly Sheep of ourslaughterhouses they allow themselves to be operated upon by theparalyser submitting stupidly without offering much resistance Themandibles gape the legs kick and protest the body wriggles and twistsand that is all They have no weapons capable of contending with theassassins dagger I should like to see the huntress grappling withan imposing adversary one as crafty as herself an expert layer ofambushes and like her bearing a poisoned dirk I should like to seethe bandit armed with her stiletto confronted by another bandit equallyfamiliar with the use of that weapon Is such a duel possible Yes itis quite possible and even quite common On the one hand we have thePompili the protagonists who are always victorious on the other handwe have the Spiders the protagonists who are always overthrownWho that has diverted himself however little with the study of insectsdoes not know the Pompili Against old walls at the foot of the banksbeside unfrequented footpaths in the stubble after the harvest in thetangles of dry grass wherever the Spider spreads her nets who has notseen them busily at work now running hither and thither at randomtheir wings raised and quivering above their backs now moving fromplace to place in flights long or short They are hunting for a quarrywhich might easily turn the tables and itself prey upon the trapperlying in wait for itThe Pompili feed their larvae solely on Spiders and the Spiders feed onany insect commensurate with their size that is caught in their netsWhile the first possess a sting the second have two poisoned fangsOften their strength is equally matched indeed the advantage isnot seldom on the Spiders side The Wasp has her ruses of war hercunningly premeditated strokes the Spider has her wiles and her settraps the first has the advantage of great rapidity of movement whilethe second is able to rely upon her perfidious web the one has a stingwhich contrives to penetrate the exact point to cause paralysis theother has fangs which bite the back of the neck and deal sudden deathWe find the paralyser on the one hand and the slaughterer on the otherWhich of the two will become the others preyIf we consider only the relative strength of the adversaries the powerof their weapons the virulence of their poisons and their differentmodes of action the scale would very often be weighted in favour of theSpider Since the Pompilus always emerges victorious from this contestwhich appears to be full of peril for her she must have a specialmethod of which I would fain learn the secretIn our part of the country the most powerful and courageousSpiderhuntress is the Ringed Pompilus Calicurgus annulatus FABclad in black and yellow She stands high on her legs and her wingshave black tips the rest being yellow as though exposed to smoke likea bloater Her size is about that of the Hornet Vespa crabro She israre I see three or four of her in the course of the year and I neverfail to halt in the presence of the proud insect rapidly stridingthrough the dust of the fields when the dogdays arrive Its audaciousair its uncouth gait its warlike bearing long made me suspect thatto obtain its prey it had to make some impossible terrible unspeakablecapture And my guess was correct By dint of waiting and watchingI beheld that victim I saw it in the huntress mandibles It is theBlackbellied,52
THE SCARLET CARBYRICHARD HARDING DAVISTONED STONECONTENTS  THE JAILBREAKERS  THE TRESPASSERS  THE KIDNAPPERSTHE SCARLET CARITHE JAILBREAKERSFor a long time it had been arranged they all should go to the Harvardand Yale game in Winthrops car  It was perfectly well understoodEven Peabody who pictured himself and Miss Forbes in the back of thecar with her brother and Winthrop in front condescended to approveIt was necessary to invite Peabody because it was his great goodfortune to be engaged to Miss Forbes  Her brother Sam had beeninvited not only because he could act as chaperon for his sister butbecause since they were at St Pauls Winthrop and he either asparticipants or spectators had never missed going together to theYaleHarvard game  And Beatrice Forbes herself had been invitedbecause she was herselfWhen at nine oclock on the morning of the game Winthrop stopped thecar in front of her door he was in love with all the world  In theNovember air there was a sting like frostbitten cider in the skythere was a brilliant beautiful sun in the wind was the tinglingtouch of three icechilled rivers  And in the big house facing CentralPark outside of which his prancing steed of brass and scarlet chuggedand protested and trembled with impatience was the most wonderful girlin all the world  It was true she was engaged to be married and notto him  But she was not yet married  And today it would be hisprivilege to carry her through the State of New York and the State ofConnecticut and he would snatch glimpses of her profile rising fromthe rough fur collar of her windblown hair of the long lovelylashes under the gray veilShall be together breathe and ride so one day more am I deifiedwhispered the young man in the Scarlet Car who knows but the worldmay end tonightAs he waited at the curb other great touringcars of every speed andshape in the mad race for the Boston Post Road and the town of NewHaven swept up Fifth Avenue  Some rolled and puffed like tugboats ina heavy seaway others glided by noiseless and proud as private yachtsBut each flew the colors of blue or crimsonWinthrops car because her brother had gone to one college and he hadplayed right end for the other was draped impartially  And so everyother car mocked or cheered it and in one a bareheaded youth stoodup and shouted to his fellows  Look theres Billy Winthrop  Threetimes three for old Billy Winthrop  And they lashed the air withflags and sent his name echoing over Central ParkWinthrop grinned in embarrassment and waved his hand  A bicycle copand Fred the chauffeur were equally impressedWas they the Harvoids sir asked FredThey was said WinthropHer brother Sam came down the steps carrying sweaters and steamerrugsBut he wore no holiday countenanceWhat do you think he demanded indignantly  Ernest Peabodys insidemaking trouble  His sister has a Pullman on one of the special trainsand he wants Beatrice to go with herIn spite of his furs the young man in the car turned quite cold  Notwith us he gaspedMiss Forbes appeared at the house door followed by Ernest Peabody  Hewore an expression of disturbed dignity she one of distressedamusement  That she also wore her automobile coat caused the heart ofWinthrop to leap hopefullyWinthrop said Peabody I am in rather an embarrassing position  Mysister Mrs Taylor Holbrookehe spoke the name as though he wereannouncing it at the door of a drawingroomdesires Miss Forbes to gowith her  She feels accidents are apt to occur with motor carsandthere are no other ladies in your partyand the crowdsWinthrop carefully avoided looking at Miss Forbes  I should be verysorry he murmuredErnest said Miss Forbes I explained it was impossible for me to gowith your sister  We would be extremely rude to Mr Winthrop  How doyou wish us to sit she askedShe mounted to the rear seat and made room opposite her for PeabodyDo I understand Beatrice began Peabody in a tone that instantlymade every one extremely uncomfortable that I am to tell my sisteryou are not comingErnest begged Miss ForbesWinthrop bent hastily over the oil valves   He read the speedometerwhich was as usual out of order with fascinated interestErnest pleaded Miss ForbesMr Winthrop and Sam planned this trip for us a long time agoto giveus a little pleasureThen said Peabody in a hollow voice you have decidedErnest cried Miss Forbes dont look at me as though you meant tohurl the curse of Rome  I have  Jump in  PleaseI will bid you goodby said Peabody I have only just time to catchour trainMiss Forbes rose and moved to the door of the carI had better not go with any one she said in a low voiceYou will go with me commanded her brother  Come on ErnestThank you no replied Peabody  I have promised my sisterAll right then exclaimed Sam briskly see you at the gameSection H  Dont forget  Let her out BillyWith a troubled countenance Winthrop bent forward and clasped theclutchBetter come Peabody he saidI thank you no repeated Peabody  I must go with my sisterAs the car glided forward Brother Sam sighed heavilyMy but hes got a mean disposition he said  He has quite spoiledMY dayHe chuckled wickedly but Winthrop pretended not to hear and hissister maintained an expression of utter dejectionBut to maintain an expression of utter dejection is very difficult whenthe sun is shining when you are flying at the rate of forty miles anhour and when in the cars you pass foolish youths wave Yale flags atyou and take  advantage of the day to cry  Three cheers for the girlin the blue hatAnd to entirely remove the last trace of the gloom that Peabody hadforced upon them it was necessary only for a tire to burst  Of coursefor this effort the tire chose the coldest and most,29
Produced by Mike LoughGOOD STORIES FOR GREAT HOLIDAYSARRANGED FOR STORYTELLING AND READING ALOUDAND FOR THE CHILDRENS OWN READINGBy Frances Jenkins OlcottIndex according to reading level is appendedTO THE STORYTELLERThis volume though intended also for the childrens own reading and forreading aloud is especially planned for storytelling The latter is adelightful way of arousing a gladsome holiday spirit and of showing theinner meanings of different holidays As stories used for this purposeare scattered through many volumes and as they are not always in theconcrete form required for storytelling I have endeavored to bringtogether myths legends tales and historical stories suitable toholiday occasionsThere are here collected one hundred and twenty stories for seventeenholidaysstories grave gay humorous or fanciful also some thatare spiritual in feeling and others that give the delicious thrillof horror so craved by boys and girls at Halloween time The rangeof selection is wide and touches all sides of wholesome boy and girlnature and the tales have the power to arouse an appropriate holidayspiritAs far as possible the stories are presented in their original formWhen however they are too long for inclusion or too loose instructure for storytelling purposes they are adaptedAdapted stories are of two sorts Condensed in which case a piece ofliterature is shortened scarcely any changes being made in the originallanguage Rewritten here the plot imagery language and style of theoriginal are retained as far as possible while the whole is mouldedinto form suitable for storytelling Some few stories are built up on aslight framework of original matterThus it may be seen that the tales in this volume have not been reducedto the necessarily limited vocabulary and uniform style of one editorbut that they are varied in treatment and language and are the productsof many mindsA glance at the table of contents will show that not only haveselections been made from modern authors and from the folklore ofdifferent races but that some quaint old literary sources have beendrawn on Among the men and books contributing to these pages are theGesta Romanorum Il Libro dOro Xenophon Ovid Lucian the VenerableBede William of Malmesbury John of Hildesheim William Caxton and themore modern Washington Irving Hugh Miller Charles Dickens and HenryCabot Lodge also those immortals Hans Andersen the Brothers GrimmHorace E Scudder and othersThe stories are arranged to meet the needs of storytelling in thegraded schools Readinglists showing where to find additional materialfor storytelling and collateral reading are added Grades in which therecommended stories are useful are indicatedThe number of selections in the volume as well as the referencesto other books is limited by the amount and character of availablematerial For instance there is little to be found for SaintValentines Day while there is an overwhelming abundance of finestories for the Christmas season Stories like Dickenss ChristmasCarol Ouidas Dog of Flanders and Hawthornes tales which are toolong for inclusion and would lose their literary beauty if condensedare referred to in the lists Volumes containing these stories may beprocured at the public libraryA subject index is appended This indicates the ethical historical andother subjectmatter of interest to the teacher thus making the volumeserviceable for other occasions besides holidaysIn learning her tale the storyteller is advised not to commit it tomemory Such a method is apt to produce a wooden or glib manner ofpresentation It is better for her to read the story over and over againuntil its plot imagery style and vocabulary become her own and thento retell it as Miss Bryant says simply vitally joyouslyCONTENTSNEW YEARS DAY January 1THE FAIRYS NEW YEAR GIFT Emilie Poulsson In the Childs WorldTHE LITTLE MATCH GIRL Hans Christian Andersen Stories and TalesTHE TWELVE MONTHS Alexander Chodsvko Slav Fairy TalesTHE MAILCOACH PASSENGERS Hans Christian Andersen Fairy TalesLINCOLNS BIRTHDAY February 10HE RESCUES THE BIRDS Noah Brooks Abraham LincolnLINCOLN AND THE LITTLE GIRL Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincolnfor Boys and GirlsTRAINING FOR THE PRESIDENCY Orison Swett Matden Winning OutWHY LINCOLN WAS CALLED HONEST ABE Noah Brooks Abraham LincolnA STRANGER AT FIVEPOINTS AdaptedA SOLOMON COME TO JUDGMENT Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincolnfor Boys and GirlsGEORGE PICKETTS FRIEND Charles W Moores Life of Abraham Lincoln forBoys and GirlsLINCOLN THE LAWYER Z A Mudge The Forest BoyTHE COURAGE OF HIS CONVICTIONS AdaptedMR LINCOLN AND THE BIBLE Z A Mudge The Forest BoyHIS SPRINGFIELD FAREWELL ADDRESS LincolnSAINT VALENTINES DAY February 14SAINT VALENTINESAINT VALENTINE Millicent OlmstedA GIRLS VALENTINE CHARM The Connoisseur 1775MR PEPYS HIS VALENTINE Samuel Pepys DiaryCUPID AND PSYCHE Josephine Preston Peabody Old Greek Folk StoriesWASHINGTONS BIRTHDAY February 22THREE OLD TALES M L Weems Life of George Washington with CuriousAnecdotesYOUNG GEORGE AND THE COLT Horace E Scudder     George WashingtonWASHINGTON THE ATHLETE Albert F Blaisdell and Francis R Ball HeroStories from American HistoryWASHINGTONS MODESTY Henry Cabot Lodge George WashingtonWASHINGTON AT YORKTOWN Henry Cabot lodge George WashingtonRESURRECTION DAY Easter Sunday March or AprilA LESSON OF FAITH Mrs Alfred Gatty Parables from NatureA CHILDS DREAM OF A STAR Charles DickensTHE LOVELIEST ROSE IN THE WORLD Hans Christian Andersen Stories andTalesMAY DAY May 1 THE SNOWDROP Hans Christian Andersen Adapted by Baileyand LewisTHE THREE LITTLE BUTTERFLY BROTHERS From the GermanTHE WATER DROP Friedrich Wilhelm Carove Story without an Endtranslated by Sarah AustinTHE SPRING BEAUTY Henry R Schoolcraft The Myth of HiawathaTHE FAIRY TULIPS English FolkTaleTHE STREAM THAT RAN AWAY Mary Austin The Basket WomanTHE ELVES Harriet Mazwell Converse Myths and legends of the New YorkState IroquoisTHE CANYON FLOWERS Ralph Connor The Sky PilotCLYTIE THE HELIOTROPE Ovid MetamorphosesHYACINTHUS Ovid MetamorphosesECHO AND NARCISSUS Ovid MetamorphosesMOTHERS DAY Second Sunday in MayTHE LARK AND ITS YOUNG ONES P V Ramuswami Raju Indian FablesCORNELIA S JEWELS James Baldwin Fifty Famous Stories RetoldQUEEN MARGARET AND THE ROBBERS Albert F Blaisdell Stories fromEnylish HistoryTHE REVENGE OF CORIOLANUS Charles Morris Historical TalesTHE WIDOW AND HER THREE SONSMEMORIAL DAY May 301 AND FLAG DAY June 14 Confederate Memorial Dayis celebrated in some States on April 26 and in others on May 10BETSY ROSS AND THE FLAG Harry Pringle FordTHE STAR SPANGLED BANNER Eva March Tappan Hero Stories from AmericanHistoryTHE LITTLE DRUMMERBOY Aloert Bushnell Hart The Romance,13
Produced by James RuskCHRISTIE JOHNSTONEA NOVELBy Charles ReadeTranscribers Note Italics are indicated by the underscore characterAcute accents are indicated by a single quote  after the vowelwhile grave accents have a single quote before the vowel All otheraccents are ignoredI dedicate all that is good in this work to my motherC RNOTETHIS story was written three years ago and one or two topics in it arenot treated exactly as they would be if written by the same hand todayBut if the author had retouched those pages with his colors of 1853 hewould he thinks have destroyed the only merit they have viz thatof containing genuine contemporaneous verdicts upon a cant that wasflourishing like a peony and a truth that was struggling for bare lifein the year of truth 1850He prefers to deal fairly with the public and with this explanationand apology to lay at its feet a faulty but genuine piece of workCHAPTER IVISCOUNT IPSDEN aged twentyfive income eighteen thousand pounds peryear constitution equine was unhappy This might surprise some peoplebut there are certain blessings the nonpossession of which makes morepeople discontented than their possession renders happyForemost among these are Wealth and Rank Were I to add Beauty tothe list such men and women as go by fact not by conjecture wouldhardly contradict meThe fortunate man is he who born poor or nobody works gradually upto wealth and consideration and having got them dies before he findsthey were not worth so much troubleLord Ipsden started with nothing to win and naturally lived foramusement Now nothing is so sure to cease to please as pleasuretoamuse as amusement Unfortunately for himself he could not at thisperiod of his life warm to politics so having exhausted his Londonclique he rolled through the cities of Europe in his carriage andcruised its shores in his yacht But he was not happyHe was a man of taste and sipped the arts and other knowledge as hesauntered Europe roundBut he was not happyWhat shall I do said _lennuye_Distinguish yourself said oneHowNo immediate answerTake a _prima donna_ over said anotherWell the man took a _prima donna_ over which scolded its maid from theAlps to Dover in the _lingua Toscana_ without the _bocca Romana_ andsang in London without applause because what goes down at La Scala doesnot generally go down at Il Teatro della Regina HaymarketSo then my lord strolled into Russia there he drove a pair of horsesone of whom put his head down and did the work the other pranced andcapricoled alongside all unconscious of the trace He seemed happierthan his working brother but the biped whose career corresponded withthis playful animals was not happyAt length an event occurred that promised to play an adagio upon LordIpsden s mind He fell in love with Lady Barbara Sinclair and he hadno sooner done this than he felt as we are all apt to do on similaroccasions how wise a thing he had doneBesides a lovely person Lady Barbara Sinclair had a character thathe saw would make him and in fact Lady Barbara Sinclair was to aninexperienced eye the exact opposite of Lord IpsdenHer mental impulse was as plethoric as his was languidShe was as enthusiastic as he was coolShe took a warm interest in everything She believed that government isa science and one that goes with _copia verborum_She believed that in England government is administered not by a setof men whose salaries range from eighty to five hundred pounds a yearand whose names are never heard but by the First Lord of the Treasuryand other great menHence she inferred that it matters very much to all of us in whose handis the rudder of that state vessel which goes down the wind of publicopinion without veering a point let who will be at the helmShe also cared very much who was the new bishop Religionif notreligion theologywould be affected therebyShe was enthusiastic about poets imagined their verse to be some sortof clew to their characters and so onShe had other theories which will be indicated by and by at presentit is enough to say that her mind was young healthy somewhat originalfull of fire and faith and empty of experienceLord Ipsden loved her it was easy to love herFirst there was not in the whole range of her mind and body one grainof affectation of any sortShe was always in point of fact under the influence of some male mindor other generally some writer What young woman is not more or lessa mirror But she never imitated or affected she was always herself bywhomsoever coloredThen she was beautiful and eloquent much too highbred to put arestraint upon her natural manner she was often more _naive_ and evenbrusk than your wouldbe aristocrats dare to be but what a charmingabruptness hers wasI do not excel in descriptions and yet I want to give you some carnalidea of a certain peculiarity and charm this lady possessed permit meto call a sister art to my aidThere has lately stepped upon the French stage a charming personagewhose manner is quite free from the affectation that soils nearly allFrench actressesMademoiselle Madeleine Brohan When you see thisyoung lady play Mademoiselle La Segliere you see highbred sensibilitypersonified and you see something like Lady Barbara SinclairShe was a connection of Lord Ipsdens but they had not met for twoyears when they encountered each other in Paris just before thecommencement of this Dramatic Story Novel by courtesyThe month he spent in Paris near her was a bright month to LordIpsden A bystander would not have gathered from his manner that hewas warmly in love with this lady but for all that his lordship wasgradually uncoiling himself and gracefully quietly basking in the raysof Barbara SinclairHe was also just beginning to take an interest in subjects of thedayministries flat paintings controversial novels Cromwellsspotless integrity etcwhy not They interested herSuddenly the lady and her family returned to England Lord Ipsden whowas going to Rome came to England insteadShe had not been five days in London before she made her preparationsto,0
Produced by Dagny John BickersTHE FIREFLY OF FRANCEby Marion Polk AngellottiTOTHE MEMORY OFTHE HEROIC GUYNEMERTHE ACE OF THE ACES     PREPARERS NOTE     This text was prepared from a 1918 edition     published by The Century Co New YorkTHE FIREFLY OF FRANCECHAPTER IALARUMS AND EXCURSIONSThe restaurant of the Hotel St Ives seems as I look back on it an oddspot to have served as stage wings for a melodrama pure and simple Yeta melodrama did begin there No other word fits the case The innsof the Middle Ages which I believe reeked with trapdoors andcutthroats pistols and poisoned daggers offered nothing weirder thanmy experience with its first scene set beneath this roof The foodthere is superperfect every luxury surrounds you millionaires andtraveling princes are your fellowguests Still sooner than passanother night there I would sleep airily in Central Park and if I hada friend seeking New York quarters I would guide him toward some otherplaceIt was pure chance that sent me to the St Ives for the night before mysteamer sailed Closing the doors of my apartment the previous week andbidding goodbye to the servants who maintained me there in bachelorstate and comfort I had accompanied my friend Dick Forrest on afarewell yacht cruise from which I returned to find the first two hotelsof my seeking packed from cellar to roof But the third had a free roomand I took it without the ghost of a presentiment What would or wouldnot have happened if I had not taken it is a thing I like to speculateonTo begin with I should in due course have joined an ambulance sectionsomewhere in France I should not have gone hobbling on crutches for apainful three months or more I should not have in my possessionfour shell fragments carefully extracted by a French surgeon from myfortunately hard head Nor should I have lived through the dreadfulmoment when that British officer at Gibraltar held up those papersneatly folded and sealed and bound with bright inappropriately cheerfulred tape and with an icy eye demanded an explanation beyond human powerto affordAll this would have been spared me But on the other hand I could notnow look back to that dinner on the TurinParis _rapide_ I should neverhave seen that little ruined French village with guns booming in thedistance and the nearer sound of water running through tall reeds andover green stones and between great mossy trees Indeed my life wouldnow be comparatively speaking a cheerless desert because I shouldnever have met the most beautifulWell all clouds have silver liningssome have golden ones with rainbow edges No I am not sorry I stoppedat the St Ives not in the leastAt any rate there I was at eight oclock of a Wednesday evening in arestaurant full of the usual lights and buzz and glitter among womenin softhued gowns and men in their hideous substitute for thesame Across the table sat my onetime guardian dear old PeterDunstanDunny to me since the night when I first came to him a verytearful lonesome small boy whose loneliness went away forever with hiswelcoming hugjust arrived from home in Washington to eat a farewelldinner with me and to impress upon me for the hundredth time that I hadbetter not goIts a wildgoose chase he snapped attacking his entree savagelyHeaven knows it was to prove so even wilder than his dreams couldpaint but if there were geese in it myself included there was also tobe a swanYou dont really mean that Dunny I said firmly continuing mydinner It was a good dinner we had consulted over each item fromcocktails to liqueurs and we are both distinctly fussy about foodI do mean it insisted my guardian Dunny has the biggest heart in theworld with a cayenne layer over it and this layer is always thickestwhen I am bound for distant parts I mean every word of it I tellyou Dev Dev like Dunny is a misnomer my name is DevereuxDevereuxBayne Dont you risk your bones enough with the confounded games youplay Whats the use of hunting shells and shrapnel like a hero in amovie reel Were not in this war yet though we soon will be praisethe Lord And till we are I believe in neutralityupon my soul I doHeres news then I exclaimed I never heard of it before Wellyour new life begins too late Dunny You brought me up the other wayThe modern system you know makes the parent or guardian responsiblefor the child So thank yourself for my unneutral nature and for the warmedals Im going to winMuttering something about impertinence he veered to another tackIf you must do it he croaked why sail for Naples instead of forBordeaux The Mediterranean is full of those pirate fellows Youread the papersthe headlines anyway you know it as well as I Itssuicide no less Those Huns sank the _San Pietro_ last week I sayyoung man are you listening Do you hear what Im telling youIt was true that my gaze had wandered near the close of his harangueI like to look at my guardian the fine old chap with his height andstraightness his bright blue eyes and proud silver head is a sight forsore eyes as they say But just then I had glimpsed something that waseven better worth seeing I am not impressionable but I must confessthat I was impressed by this girlShe sat far down the room from me Only her back was visible and asomewhat blurred sideview reflected in the mirror on the wall Even somuch was however more than welcome including as it did a smooth whiteneck a small shelllike ear and a mass of warm crinkly redbrownhair She wore a rosecolored gown I noticed cut low with a string ofpearls and her sole escort was a staid elderly precise being ratherof the trusted familylawyer typeI havent missed a word Dunny I assured my visavis I was justwondering if Huns and pirates had quite a neutral sound You know I haveto go via,20
Produced by Charles Franks and the Online DistributedProofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesHappy HawkinsbyRobert Alexander WasonTOMY OLD PALCONTENTS      I   THE DIAMOND DOT     II   CONVINCING A COOK    III   UNDER FIRE     IV   PROFESSIONAL DUTY      V   JUST MONODYA MAN     VI   THE RACE    VII   MENTAL TREATMENT FOR A BROKEN LEG   VIII   THE LETTER     IX   ADRIFT AGAIN      X   A WINTER AT SLOCUMS LUCK     XI   DRESS REFORM AT THE DIAMOND DOT    XII   THE LASSOO DUEL   XIII   BUSINESS IS BUSINESS    XIV   THE CHINESE QUESTION     XV   THE DIAMOND DOT AGAIN    XVI   THE HIGHER EDUCATION OF WOMAN   XVII   IN RETIREMENT  XVIII   CUPID    XIX   BARBIE MAKES A DISCOVERY     XX   RICHARD WHITTINGTON ARRIVES    XXI   HAPPY MAKES A DISCOVERY   XXII   A FRIENDLY GAME  XXIII   CAST STEEL   XXIV   FEMININE LOGIC    XXV   THE WAYS OF WOMANKIND   XXVI   A MODERN KNIGHTERRANT  XXVII   THE CREOLE BELLE XXVIII   THE DAY OF THE WEDDING   XXIX   THE FINAL RECKONING    XXX   THE AFTERGLOWCHAPTER ONETHE DIAMOND DOTI wasnt really a Westerner an thats why Im so different from mostof em Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an when he dies hedont turn to dust he turns to alkali but when it comes my turn tosettle Ill jest natchely become the good rich soil o the IndianacornbeltI was born in Indiana and I never left it till after I was ten yearsold Thats about the time boys generally start out to hunt Injuns butI kept on goin till I found minebut I didnt kill himnor him meneither as far as that goesI allus did have the misfortune o gettin hungry at the mostinconvenient times an after I d been gone about two weeks I gotquite powerful hungry so I natchely got a job waitin on a lunchcounter back in Omaha The third day I was there I was all alone in thefront room when in walked an Injun He was about eight feet high Ireckon and the fiercest Injun I ever see I took one look at him athen I dropped behind the counter and wiggled back to the kitchen wherethe boss was I gasped out that the Injuns was upon us an then I flewfor my firearmsWhen the boss discovered that the Injun and fourteen doughnuts almostnew had vanished he was some put out and after we had discussed thematter I acted on his advice and came farther West That businessexperience lasted me a good long while I dont like business an Idont blame any one who has to follow it for a livin for wantin tohave a vacation so he can get out where the air is fit to breatheJust imagine bein hived up day after day with nothin to see but wallsan nothin to do but customers You first got to be friendly with yourvisitors to make em feel at home an then you got to get as much oftheir money as you can in order to keep on bein friendly with em inorder to keep on gettin as much of their money as you canNow out in the open a feller dont have to be a hypocrite once Iworked a whole year for a man who hated me so he wouldnt speak to mebut I didnt care I liked the work and I did it an he raised my wagestwice an gave me a pony when I quitHe was the sourest tempered man I ever see but it was good trainin tolive with him a spell Lots of men has streaks of bein unbearable butthis man was the only one I ever met up with who was solid that wayand didnt have one single streak of bein likeable He was the onlyman I ever see who wouldnt talk to me I was a noticing sort of a kidan I saw mighty early that what wins the hearts o ninetynine men outof a hundred is listenin to em talk Thats why I dont talk muchmyself But you couldnt listen to old Spike Williams cause thewasnt no opportunityhe didnt even cussWe was snowed up for two weeks one time an I took a vow at Id makehim talk I tried every subject Id ever heard of but he didnt evengrunt Just when things was clearin off I sez to him usin mybiggest trump Spike sez I do you know what they say about youNo sez he but you know what I say about them an he went on withhis packinI thought for a while at the year Id spent with Spike Williams was atotal loss but jest the contrary It had kept me studyin an scheminan analysin until after that year had been stored away to season Idiscovered it was the best year Id ever put in an while I hadnt gotoverly well acquainted with Spike I had become mighty friendly withmyself and was surprised to find out how much the was to meDid you ever think of that You start out an a feller comes along anthrows an opinion around your off fore foot an you go down in a heapan that opinion holds you fast for some time When you start on againanother feller ropes you with a new opinion an the first thing youknow you are all cluttered up,0
Produced by Charles Franks Robert Rowe and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesA SECOND BOOK OF OPERASbyHenry Edward KrehbielCONTENTS AND INDEXCHAPTER IBIBLICAL OPERASEngland and the Lord Chamberlains censorship et Gounods Reine deSaba The transmigrations of Un Ballo in Maschera How composersrevamp their music et seqHandel and Keiser Mozart and BertatiBeethovens readaptations of his own works Rossini and his Barber ofSeville Verdis Nebuchadnezzar Rossinis Moses Samson etDalila Goldmarks Konigin von Saba The Biblical operas ofRubinstein Mehuls Joseph Mendelssohns Elijah in dramatic formOratorios and Lenten operas in Italy Carissimi and Peri Scarlattisoratorios Scenery and costumes in oratorios The passage of the RedSea and Dal tuo stellato Nerves wrecked by beautiful music Peterthe Hermit and refractory mimic troops Mi manca la voce andoperatic amenities Operatic prayers and ballets Goethes criticism ofRossinis MoseCHAPTER IIBIBLE STORIES IN OPERA AND ORATORIODr Chrysanders theory of the undramatic nature of the Hebrew hisliterature and his life Hebrew history and Greek mythology Someparallels Old Testament subjects Adam and Eve Cain and Abel TheKain of Bulthaupt and dAlbert Tote Augen Noah and the DelugeAbraham The Exodus Mehals Joseph Potiphars wife and RichardStrauss Raimondis contrapuntal trilogy Nebuchadnezzar JudasMaccabaeus Jephtha and his Daughter Judith Esther AthaliaCHAPTER IIIRUBINSTEIN AND HIS GEISTLICHE OPERAnton Rubinstein and his ideals An ambition to emulate Wagner TheTower of Babel The composers theories and strivings et seqDeanStanley Die Makkabaer Sulamith Christus Das verloreneParadies Moses Action and stage directions New Testament storiesin opera The Prodigal Son Legendary material and the story of theNativity Christ dramas Hebbel and Wagner ParsifalCHAPTER IVSAMSON ET DALILAThe predecessors of M SaintSaens Voltaire and Rameau Duprez andJoachim Raff History of SaintSaenss opera et seqHenri RegnaultFirst performances As oratorio and opera in New York An inquiry intothe story of Samson Samson and Herakles The Hebrew hero in legend Atrue type for tragedy Mythological interpretations SaintSaenssopera described et seqA choral prologue Local color The characterof Dalila et seqMilton on her wifehood and patriotism Printempsqui commence Mon coeur souvre a ta voix Oriental ballet musicThe catastropheCHAPTER VDIE KONIGIN VON SABAMeritoriousness of the book of Goldmarks opera Its slight connectionwith Biblical story Contents of the drama et seqParallelism withWagners Tannhauser First performance in New York Oriental luxuryin scenic outfit Goldmarks musicCHAPTER VIHERODIADEModern opera and ancient courtesans Transformed morals in Massenetsopera A seachange in England Who and what was Salome Plot of theopera Scenic and musical adornments Performances in New YorkfootnoteCHAPTER VIILAKMEStory of the opera et seqThe Bell Song Some unnecessary Englishladies First performance in New York American history of the operaMadame Patti Miss Van Zandt Madame Sembrich Madame TetrazziniCriticism of the drama The musicCHAPTER VIIIPAGLIACCIThe twin operas Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci Widespreadinfluence of Mascagnis opera It inspires an ambition in LeoncavalloHistory of his opera A tragic ending taken from real life etseqControversy between Leoncavallo and Catulle Mendes et seqLaFemme de Tabarin Tabarin operas The Drama Nuevo of Estebanez andMr Howellss Yoricks Love What is a Pagliaccio First performancesof the opera in Milan and New York The prologue et seqThe operadescribed et seqBagpipes and vesper bells Harlequins serenadeThe Minuet The Gavotte Plaudite amici la commedia finita estPhilip Hale on who should speak the final wordsCHAPTER IXCAVALLERIA RUSTICANAHow Mascagnis opera impressed the author when it was new Attictragedy and Attic decorum The loathsome operatic brood which itspawned Not matched by the composer or his imitators since Mascagnisaccount of how it came to be written et seqVergas story etseqStory and libretto compared The Siciliano The Easter hymnAnalysis of the opera et seqThe prelude Lolas stornello Theintermezzo They have killed Neighbor TuridduCHAPTER XTHE CAREER OF MASCAGNIInfluence of Cavalleria Rusticana on operatic compositionSantuzza a German sequel Cileas Tilda Giordanos Mala VitaTascas A Santa Lucia Mascagnis history et seqComposesSchillers Hymn to Joy Il Filanda Ratcliff LAmico Fritz IRantzau Silvano Zanetto Le Maschere Vistillia ArnicaMascagnis American visitCHAPTER XIIRISThe song of the sun Allegory and drama Story of the opera etseqThe music et seqTurbid orchestration Local color Borrowingsfrom MeyerbeerCHAPTER XIIMADAMA BUTTERFLYThe operas ancestry Lotis Madame Chrysantheme John Luther Longsstory David Belascos play How the failure of Naughty Anthonysuggested Madame Butterfly William Furst and his music Success ofMr Belascos play in New York The success repeated in London Broughtto the attention of Signor Puccini Ricordi and Co and theirlibrettists Madama Butterfly fails in Milan The first casts inMilan Brescia and New York footnote Incidents of the fiascoRossini and Puccini The opera revised Interruption of the vigilStory of the opera et seqThe hiring of wives in Japan Experiencesof Pierre Loti Geishas and mousmes A changed denouement Messagersopera Madame Chrysantheme The end of Lotis romance Japanesemelodies in the score Puccinis method and Wagners TheStarSpangled Banner A tune from The Mikado Some of the themes ofPuccini and William FurstCHAPTER XIIIDER ROSENKAVALIERThe operas predecessors Guntram Feuersnot Salome Oscar Wildemakes a mistaken appeal to France His necrophilism welcomed by RichardStrauss and Berlin Conrieds efforts to produce Salome at theMetropolitan Opera Blouse suppressed Hammerstein produces the workElektra Hugo von Hoffmannsthal and Beaumarchais Strauss and MozartMozarts themes and Strausss waltzes Dancing in Vienna at the time ofMaria Theresa First performance of the opera at New York DerRosenkavalier and Le Nozze di Figaro Criticism of the play and itsmusic et seqUse of a melodic phrase from Die Zauberflote Thelanguage of the libretto The music Cast of the first Americanperformance footnoteCHAPTER XIVKONIGSKINDERStory of the play et seqFirst production of Hummerdincks opera andcast Earlier performance of the work as a melodrama Author andcomposer Opera and melodrama in Germany Wagnerian symbolism andmusic Die Meistersinger recalled Hero and Leander HumperdincksmusicCHAPTER XVBORIS GODOUNOFFFirst performance of Moussorgskys opera in New York Participation ofthe chorus in the tragedy Imported French enthusiasm Vocal melodytextual accents and rhythms Slavicism expressed in an Italiantranslation Moussorgsky and Debussy Political reasons for Frenchenthusiasm RimskyKorsakoffs revision of the score Russian operas inAmerica Nero Pique Dame Eugene Onegin Verstoffekys AskoldsTomb The nationalism of Boris Godounoff The Kolydda song Slavaand Beethoven Lack of the feminine element in the drama The operaslack of coherency Cast of the first American performanceCHAPTER XVIMADAME SANSGENE AND OTHER OPERAS BY GIORDANOFirst performance of Madame SansGene A singing Napoleon Royaltiesin opera Henry the Fowler King,23
Produced by Dagny John BickersTHE LAMP OF FATEBy Margaret Pedler     Then to the rolling Heavn itself I cried     Asking What Lamp of Destiny to guide        Her little Children stumbling in the Dark     AndA blind Understanding Heaven replied     The Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamTo AUDREY HEATHDEAR AUDREY I always feel that you have played the part of FairyGodmother in a very special and delightful way to all my stories andin particular to this one the plot of which I outlined to you oneafternoon in an old summerhouse So will you let me dedicate it to youYours alwaysMARGARET PEDLERTHE LAMP OF FATEPART ONECHAPTER ITHE NINTH GENERATIONThe house was very silent An odour of disinfectants pervaded theatmosphere Upstairs hushed swift steps moved to and froHugh Vallincourt stood at the window of his study staring out withunseeing eyes at the smooth shaven lawns and wellkept paths with theirbackground of leafless trees It seemed to him that he had been standingthus for hours waitingwaiting for someone to come and tell him that ason and heir was born to himHe never doubted that it would be a son By some freak of chancethe firstborn of the Vallincourts of Coverdale had been for eightsuccessive generations a boy Indeed by this time the thing hadbecome so much a habit that no doubts or apprehensions concerning thesex of the eldest child were ever entertained It was accepted as aforegone conclusion and in the eyes of the family there was a certaingratifying propriety about such regularity It was like a hallmark ofheavenly approvalHugh Vallincourt therefore was conscious at this critical moment ofno questionings on that particular score He was merely a prey to thenormal tremors and agitations of a husband and prospective fatherFor an ageless period it seemed to him his thoughts had clung aboutthat upstairs room where his wife lay battling for her own life andanothers Suddenly they swung back to the time a year ago when hehad first met heran elusive feminine thing still reckoning her age inteensbeneath the glorious blue and gold canopy of the skies of ItalyTheir meeting and brief courtship had been pure romanceromance suchas is bred in that land of mellow warmth and colour where the flower ofpassion sometimes buds and blooms within the span of a single dayIn like manner had sprung to life the love between Hugh Vallincourtand Diane Wielitzska and rarely has the web of love enmeshed two moredissimilar and illmatched peopleHugh a man of sevenandthirty thestrict and somewhat selfconscious head of a conspicuously devout oldEnglish family and Diane a beautiful dancer of mixed origin theillegitimate offspring of a Russian grandduke and of a French artistsmodel of the Latin QuarterThe three dread Sisters who determine the fate of men must have laughedamongst themselves at such an obvious mismating knowing well howinevitably it would tangle the threads of many other lives than the twoimmediately concernedVallincourt had been brought up on severely conventional lines rearedin the narrow tenets of a family whose salient characteristics werean overweening pride of race and a religious zeal amounting almost tofanaticism while Diane had had no upbringing worth speaking of As forreligious views she hadnt anyYet neither the one nor the other had counted in the scale when thecrucial moment camePerhaps it was by way of an ironical setoff against his environmentthat Fate had dowered Hugh with his crop of ruddy hairand with theardent temperament which usually accompanies the type Be that as itmay he was swept completely off his feet by the dancers magic beautyThe habits and training of a lifetime went by the board and nothingwas allowed to impede the swift not to say violent course of hislovemaking Within a month from the day of their first meeting he andDiane were man and wifeThe consequences were almost inevitable and Hugh found that his marriedlife speedily resolved itself into an endless struggle between thedictates of inclination and conscience Everything that was man in himresponded passionately to the appeal and charm of Dianes personalitywhilst everything that was narrow and censorious disapproved her totalinability to conform to the ingrained prejudices of the VallincourtsNot that Diane was in any sense of the word a bad woman She was merelybeautiful and irresponsiblea typical _cigale_ of the stagelovableand kindhearted and pagan and possessing but the haziest notions ofselfcontrol and selfdiscipline Even so left to themselves husbandand wife might ultimately have found the road to happiness across thebridge of their great love for one anotherBut such freedom was denied them Always at Hughs elbow stood hissister Catherine a rigidly austere woman in herself an epitome of allthat Vallincourts had ever stood forSince the death of their parents twenty years previously Catherine hadshared her brothers home managing his houseand on the strength ofher four years seniority in age himself as wellwith an iron handNor had she seen fit to relinquish the reins of government when hemarriedPrivately Hugh had hoped she might consider the propriety ofwithdrawing to the dower house attached to the Coverdale estates but ifthe idea had occurred to her she had never given it utterance and Hughhimself had lacked the courage to propose such an innovationSo it followed that Catherine was ever at hand to criticise and condemnShe disapproved of her brothers marriage wholly and consistently Inher eyes he had committed an unpardonable sin in allying himself withDiane Wielitzska It was his duty to have married a woman of the typeconventionally termed good whose bloodand religious outlookwerealike unimpeachable and since he had lamentably failed in this respectshe never ceased to reproach him Diane she regarded with chronicdisapprobation exaggerating all her faults and opposing her joylovingbutterfly nature with an aloofly puritanical disdainAmid the glacial atmosphere of disapproval into which marriage hadthrust her Diane found her only solace in Virginie a devoted Frenchservant who had formerly been her nurse and who literally worshippedthe ground she walked on Conversely Virginies attitude towards MissVallincourt was one of frank hostility And deep in the hearts,13
Produced by David WidgerMARGUERITE DE NAVARREMEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOISMEMOIRS OF MARGUERITE DE VALOIS QUEEN OF NAVARREWritten by HerselfBeing Historic Memoirs of the Courts of France and NavarreBOOK IILETTER XIIIThe LeagueWar Declared against the HuguenotsQueen Marguerite Setsout for SpaAt length my brother returned to Court accompanied by all the Catholicnobility who had followed his fortunes  The King received him verygraciously and showed by his reception of him how much he was pleasedat his return  Bussi who returned with my brother met likewise with agracious reception  Le Guast was now no more having died under theoperation of a particular regimen ordered for him by his physician  Hehad given himself up to every kind of debauchery and his death seemedthe judgment of the Almighty on one whose body had long been perishingand whose soul had been made over to the prince of demons as the price ofassistance through the means of diabolical magic which he constantlypractised  The King though now without this instrument of his maliciouscontrivances turned his thoughts entirely upon the destruction of theHuguenots  To effect this he strove to engage my brother against themand thereby make them his enemies and that I might be considered asanother enemy he used every means to prevent me from going to the Kingmy husband  Accordingly he showed every mark of attention to both of usand manifested an inclination to gratify all our wishesAfter some time M de Duras arrived at Court sent by the King myhusband to hasten my departure  Hereupon I pressed the King greatly tothink well of it and give me his leave  He to colour his refusal toldme he could not part with me at present as I was the chief ornament ofhis Court that he must keep me a little longer after which he wouldaccompany me himself on my way as far as Poitiers  With this answer andassurance he sent M de Duras back  These excuses were purposely framedin order to gain time until everything was prepared for declaring waragainst the Huguenots and in consequence against the King my husbandas he fully designed to doAs a pretence to break with the Huguenots a report was spread abroadthat the Catholics were dissatisfied with the Peace of Sens and thoughtthe terms of it too advantageous for the Huguenots  This rumoursucceeded and produced all that discontent amongst the Catholicsintended by it  A league was formed in the provinces and great citieswhich was joined by numbers of the Catholics  M de Guise was named asthe head of all  This was well known to the King who pretended to beignorant of what was going forward though nothing else was talked of atCourtThe States were convened to meet at Blois  Previous to the opening ofthis assembly the King called my brother to his closet where werepresent the Queen my mother and some of the Kings counsellors  Herepresented the great consequence the Catholic league was to his Stateand authority even though they should appoint De Guise as the head ofit that such a measure was of the highest importance to them bothmeaning my brother and himself that the Catholics had very just reasonto be dissatisfied with the peace and that it behoved him addressinghimself to my brother rather to join the Catholics than the Huguenotsand this from conscience as well as interest  He concluded his addressto my brother with conjuring him as a son of France and a good Catholicto assist him with his aid and counsel in this critical juncture whenhis crown and the Catholic religion were both at stake  He further saidthat in order to get the start of so formidable a league he ought toform one himself and become the head of it as well to show his zeal forreligion as to prevent the Catholics from uniting under any other leaderHe then proposed to declare himself the head of a league which should bejoined by my brother the princes nobles governors and others holdingoffices under the Government  Thus was my brother reduced to thenecessity of making his Majesty a tender of his services for the supportand maintenance of the Catholic religionThe King having now obtained assurances of my brothers assistance inthe event of a war which was his sole view in the league which he hadformed with so much art assembled together the princes and chiefnoblemen of his Court and calling for the roll of the league signed itfirst himself next calling upon my brother to sign it and lastly uponall presentThe next day the States opened their meeting when the King calling uponthe Bishops of Lyons Ambrune Vienne and other prelates there presentfor their advice was told that after the oath taken at his coronationno oath made to heretics could bind him and therefore he was absolvedfrom his engagements with the HuguenotsThis declaration being made at the opening of the assembly and wardeclared against the Huguenots the King abruptly dismissed from Courtthe Huguenot Genisac who had arrived a few days before charged by theKing my husband with a commission to hasten my departure  The King verysharply told him that his sister had been given to a Catholic and not toa Huguenot and that if the King my husband expected to have me he mustdeclare himself a CatholicEvery preparation for war was made and nothing else talked of at Courtand to make my brother still more obnoxious to the Huguenots he had thecommand of an army given him  Genisac came and informed me of the roughmessage he had been dismissed with  Hereupon I went directly to thecloset of the Queen my mother where I found the King  I expressed myresentment at being deceived by him and at being cajoled by his promiseto accompany me from Paris to Poitiers which as it now appeared was amere pretence  I represented that I did not marry by my own choice butentirely agreeable to the advice of King Charles the Queen my motherand,4
Produced by David WidgerMEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF LOUIS XIV AND OF THE REGENCYBeing the Secret Memoirs of the Mother of the RegentMADAME ELIZABETHCHARLOTTE OF BAVARIA DUCHESSE DORLEANSBOOK 4Victor Amadeus IIThe Grand Duchess Consort of Cosimo II of FlorenceThe Duchesse de Lorraine ElizabethCharlotte dOrleansThe Duc du MaineThe Duchesse du MaineLouvoisLouis XVAnecdotes and Historical Particulars of Various PersonsExplanatory NotesSECTION XXXVVICTOR AMADEUS KING OF SICILYIt is said that the King of Sicily is always in ill humour and that heis always quarrelling with his mistresses  He and Madame de Verrue havequarrelled they say for whole days together  I wonder how the goodQueen can love him with such constancy but she is a most virtuous personand patience itself  Since the King had no mistresses he lives uponbetter terms with her  Devotion has softened his heart and his temperMadame de Verrue is I dare say fortyeight years of age 1718  Ishared some of the profits of her theft by buying of her 160 medals ofgold the half of those which she stole from the King of Sicily  She hadalso boxes filled with silver medals but they were all sold in England     The Comtesse de Verrue was married at the age of thirteen years     Victor Amadeus then King of Sardinia fell in love with her  She     would have resisted and wrote to her mother and her husband who     were both absent  They only joked her about it  She then took that     step which all the world knows  At the age of eighteen being at a     dinner with a relation of her husbands she was poisoned  The     person she suspected was the same that was dining with her he did     not quit her and wanted to have her blooded  Just at this time the     Spanish Ambassador at Piedmont sent her a counterpoison which had a     happy effect she recovered but never would mention whom she     suspected  She got tired of the King and persuaded her brother     the Chevalier de Lugner to come and carry her off the King being     then upon a journey  The rendezvous was in a chapel about four     leagues distant from Turin  She had a little parrot with her  Her     brother arrived they set out together and after having proceeded     four leagues on her journey she remembered that she had forgotten     her parrot in the chapel  Without regarding the danger to which she     exposed her brother she insisted upon returning to look for her     parrot and did so  She died in Paris in the beginning of the reign     of Louis XV  She was fond of literary persons and collected about     her some of the best company of that day among whom her wit and     grace enabled her to cut a brilliant figure  She was the intimate     friend of the poet La Faye whom she advised in his compositions     and whose life she made delightful  Her fondness for the arts and     pleasure procured for her the appellation of Dame de Volupte and     she wrote this epitaph upon herself                   Ci git dans un pais profonde                    Cette Dame de Volupte                    Qui pour plus grande surete                    Fit son Paradis dans ce mondeSECTION XXXVITHE GRAND DUCHESS WIFE OF COSMO II OF FLORENCEThe Grand Duchess has declared to me that from the day on which she setout for Florence she thought of nothing but her return and the means ofexecuting this design as soon as she should be ableNo one could approve of her deserting her husband and the moreparticularly as she speaks very well of him and describes the manner ofliving at Florence as like a terrestrial paradiseShe does not think herself unfortunate for having travelled and looksupon all the grandeur she enjoyed at Florence as not to be compared withthe unrestrained way of living in which she indulges here  She is veryamusing when she relates her own history in the course of which she byno means flatters herselfIndeed cousin I say to her often you do not flatter yourself butyou really tell things which make against youAh no matter she replies I care not provided I never see the GrandDuke againShe cannot be accused of any amorous intrigueHer husband furnishes her with very little money and at this momentApril 1718 he owes her fifteen months of her pension  She is nowreally in want of money to enable her to take the waters of BourbonThe Grand Duke who is very avaricious thinks she will die soon andtherefore holds back the payments that he may take advantage of thatevent when it shall happenSECTION XXXVIITHE DUCHESSE DE LORRAINE ELIZABETHCHARLOTTEPHILIPPINE DORLEANS CONSORT OF LEOPOLD JOSEPHCHARLES DE LORRAINEMy daughter is ugly even more so than she was for the fine complexionwhich she once had has become sunburnt  This makes a great differencein the appearance and causes a person to look old  She has an uglyround nose and her,4
Produced by David WidgerMEMOIRS OF THE COURT OF ST CLOUDBy Lewis GoldsmithBeing Secret Letters from a Gentleman at Paris to a Nobleman in LondonPUBLISHERS NOTEThe present work contains particulars of the great Napoleon not to befound in any other publication and forms an interesting addition to theinformation generally known about himThe writer of the Letters whose name is said to have been Stewarton andwho had been a friend of the Empress Josephine in her happier if lessbrilliant days gives full accounts of the lives of nearly all NapoleonsMinisters and Generals in addition to those of a great number of othercharacters and an insight into the inner life of those who formedNapoleons CourtAll sorts and conditions of men are dealt withadherents who have comeover from the Royalist camp as well as those who have won their wayupwards as soldiers as did Napoleon himself  In fact the work aboundswith anecdotes of Napoleon Talleyrand Fouche and a host of others andastounding particulars are given of the mysterious disappearance of thosepersons who were unfortunate enough to incur the displeasure of NapoleonLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSAt Cardinal CaprarasCardinal FeschEpisode at Mme MiotsNapoleons GuardA Grand DinnerChaptalTurreauxCarrierBarrereCambaceresPauline BonaparteSECRET COURT MEMOIRSTHE COURT OF ST CLOUDINTRODUCTORY LETTERPARIS November 10th 1805MY LORDThe Letters I have written to you were intended for the privateentertainment of a liberal friend and not for the general perusal of asevere public  Had I imagined that their contents would have penetratedbeyond your closet or the circle of your intimate acquaintance severalof the narratives would have been extended while others would have beencompressed the anecdotes would have been more numerous and my ownremarks fewer some portraits would have been left out others drawn andall better finished  I should then have attempted more frequently toexpose meanness to contempt and treachery to abhorrence should havelashed more severely incorrigible vice and oftener held out to ridiculepuerile vanity and outrageous ambition  In short I should then havestudied more to please than to instruct by addressing myself seldomer tothe reason than to the passionsI subscribe nevertheless to your observation that the late long warand short peace with the enslaved state of the Press on the Continentwould occasion a chasm in the most interesting period of modern historydid not independent and judicious travellers or visitors abroad collectand forward to Great Britain the last refuge of freedom some materialswhich though scanty and insufficient upon the whole may in part rendthe veil of destructive politics and enable future ages to penetrateinto mysteries which crime in power has interest to render impenetrableto the just reprobation of honour and of virtue  If therefore myhumble labours can preserve loyal subjects from the seduction oftraitors or warn lawful sovereigns and civilized society of the alarmingconspiracy against them I shall not think either my time thrown away orfear the dangers to which publicity might expose me were I only suspectedhere of being an Anglican author  Before the Letters are sent to thepress I trust however to your discretion the removal of everything thatmight produce a discovery or indicate the source from which you havederived your informationAlthough it is not usual in private correspondence to quote authoritiesI have sometimes done so but satisfied as I hope you are with myveracity I should have thought the frequent productions of any betterpledge than the word of a man of honour an insult to your feelings  Ihave besides not related a fact that is not recent and well known inour fashionable and political societies and of ALL the portraits I havedelineated the originals not only exist but are yet occupied in thepresent busy scene of the Continent and figuring either at Courts incamps or in CabinetsLETTER IPARIS August 1805MY LORDI promised you not to pronounce in haste on persons and eventspassing under my eyes thirtyone months have quickly passed away since Ibecame an attentive spectator of the extraordinary transactions and ofthe extraordinary characters of the extraordinary Court and Cabinet ofSt Cloud  If my talents to delineate equal my zeal to inquire and myindustry to examine if I am as able a painter as I have been anindefatigable observer you will be satisfied and with your approbationat once sanction and reward my laboursWith most Princes the supple courtier and the fawning favourite havegreater influence than the profound statesman and subtle Minister andthe determinations of Cabinets are therefore frequently prepared indrawingrooms and discussed in the closet  The politician and thecounsellor are frequently applauded or censured for transactions whichthe intrigues of antechambers conceived and which cupidity and favourgave power to promulgateIt is very generally imagined but falsely that Napoleon Bonapartegoverns or rather tyrannizes by himself according to his own capacitycaprices or interest that all his acts all his changes are the soleconsequence of his own exclusive unprejudiced will as well as unlimitedauthority that both his greatness and his littleness his successes andhis crimes originate entirely with himself that the fortunate hero whomarched triumphant over the Alps and the dastardly murderer thatdisgraced human nature at Jaffa because the same person owed victory tohimself alone and by himself alone commanded massacre that the samegenius unbiased and unsupported crushed factions erected a throne andreconstructed racks that the same mind restored and protectedChristianity and proscribed and assassinated a DEnghienAll these contradictions all these virtues and vices may be found inthe same person but Bonaparte individually or isolated has no claim tothem  Except on some sudden occasions that call for immediate decisionno Sovereign rules less by himself than Bonaparte because no Sovereignis more surrounded by favourites and counsellors by needy adventurersand crafty intriguersWhat Sovereign has more relatives to enrich or services to recompensemore evils to repair more jealousies to dread more dangers to fearmore clamours to silence or stands more in need of information andadvice  Let it be remembered that he who now governs empires andnations ten years ago commanded only a battery and five years ago wasonly a military chieftain  The difference is as immense indeed betweenthe sceptre of a Monarch and the sword of a general as between the wiselegislator,4
Produced by David WidgerZIBELINEBy Philippe De MassaTranslated By D Knowlton RanousALEXANDREPHILIPPEREGNIER DE MASSAMARQUIS DE MASSA soldier composer and French dramatist was born inParis December 5 1831 He selected the military career and received acommission in the cavalry after leaving the school of St Cyr He servedin the Imperial Guards took part in the Italian and FrancoGerman Warsand was promoted Chief of Squadron Fifth Regiment Chasseurs a ChevalSeptember 10 1871 Having tendered his resignation from active servicehe was appointed a lieutenantcolonel in the territorial army February3 1880 He has been decorated with the Legion of HonorThe Marquis de Massa is known as a composer of music and as a dramaticauthor and novelist At the Opera Comique there was represented in1861 RoyalCravate written by him Fragments of two operas by him wereperformed at the Paris Conservatory of Music in 1865 and in 1868 Thelist of his principal plays follows Le Service en campagne comedy1882 La Cicatrice comedy 1885 Au Mont Ida Fronsac a La Bastilleand La Coeur de Paris all in 1887 La Czarine and Brouille depuisMagenta 1888 and La Bonne Aventureall comedies1889 Together withPetipa he also wrote a ballet Le Roi dYvetot 1866 music by CharlesLabarre He further wrote Zibeline a most brilliant romance 1892 withan Introduction by Jules Claretie crowned by the Academie FrancaiseThis odd and dainty little story has a heroine of striking originalityin character and exploits Her real name is Valentine de Vermont andshe is the daughter of a fabulously wealthy FrenchAmerican dealer infurs and when after his death she goes to Paris to spend her colossalfortune and to make restitution to the man from whom her father wonat play the large sum that became the foundation of his wealth certainlively Parisian ladies envying her her rich furs gave her the name ofZibeline that of a very rare almost extinct wild animal ZibelinesAmerican unconventionality her audacity her wealth and generosityset all Paris by the ears There are fascinating glimpses into thedrawingrooms of the most exclusive Parisian society and also intothe historic greenroom of the Comedie Francaise on a brilliant firstnight The man to whom she makes graceful restitution of his fortuneis a hero of the FrancoMexican and FrancoPrussian wars and when shegives him back his property she throws her heart in with the gift Thestory is an interesting study of a brilliant and unconventional Americangirl as seen by the eyes of a clever FrenchmanLater came La Revue quand meme comedy 1894 Souvenirs etImpressions 1897 La Revue retrospective comedy 1899 and Sonnetsthe same year               PAUL HERVIEU             de lAcademe FrancaiseLETTER FROM JULES CLARETIE TO THE AUTHORMY DEAR FRIENDI have often declared that I never would write prefaces But how canone resist a fine fellow who brings one an attractive manuscript signedwith a name popular among all his friends who asks of one in the mostengaging way an opinion on the samethen a word a simple word ofintroduction like a signal to saddleI have read your Zibeline my dear friend and this romanceyourfirsthas given me a very keen pleasure You told me once that you felta certain timidity in publishing it Reassure yourself immediately Aman can not be regarded as a novice when he has known as you haveall the Parisian literary world so long or rather perhaps I may moreaccurately say he is always a novice when he tastes for the first timethe intoxication of printers inkYou have the quickest of wits and the least possible affectation ofgravity and you have made as well known in Mexico as in Paris yourcouplets on the end of the Mexican conflict with France Tout Mexico ypassera Where are they the tolderols of autumnYesterday I found in a volume of dramatic criticism by that terribleand charming Jules Barbey dAurevilly an appreciation of one of yourcomedies which bears a title very appropriate to yourself HonorAnd this play does him honor said Barbey dAurevilly because it ischarming light and supple written in flowing verse the correctnessof which does not rob it of its graceThat which the critic said of your comedy I will say of your romanceIt is a pretty fairystoryall about Parisian fairies for a great manyfairies live in Paris In fact more are to be found there than anywhereelse There are good fairies and bad fairies among them Your ownparticular fairy is good and she is charming I am tempted to askwhether you have drawn your characters from life That is a questionwhich was frequently put to me recently after I had publishedLAmericaine The public longs to possess keys to our books It is notsufficient for them that a romance is interesting it must possess alsoa spice of scandalPortraits You have not drawn anyneither in the drawingrooms whereZibeline scintillates nor in the foyer of the Comedie Francaisewhere for so long a time you have felt yourself at home Your women arevisions and not studies from lifeand I do not believe that you willobject to my saying thisYou should not dislike the romantic romance which every one in thesedays advises us to writeas if that style did not begin as far backas the birth of romance itself as if the Princess of Cleves had notwritten and as if Balzac himself the great realist had not inventedthe finest romantic romances that can be foundfor example theamorous adventure of General de Montriveau and the Duchesse de LanglaisApropos in your charming story there is a General who pleases me verymuch How was it that you did not take after the fashion of Paul deMolenes a dashing cavalry officer for your heroyou for whom theliterary cavalier has all the attractions of a gentleman and a soldierNothing could be more piquant alert chivalrousin short worthy ofa Frenchmanthan the departure of your hero for the war after thatdramatic cardparty which was also a battleand what a battlewhereat the end of the conflict he left his all upon the green cloth Thatis an attractive sketch of,13
Produced by David WidgerCOSMOPOLISBy Paul BourgetWith a Preface by JULES LEMAITRE of the French academyPAUL BOURGETBorn in Amiens September 2 1852 Paul Bourget was a pupil at theLycee Louis le Grand and then followed a course at the Ecole des HautesEtudes intending to devote himself to Greek philology He howeversoon gave up linguistics for poetry literary criticism and fictionWhen yet a very young man he became a contributor to various journalsand reviews among others to the Revue des deux Mondes La RenaissanceLe Parlement La Nouvelle Revue etc He has since given himself upalmost exclusively to novels and fiction but it is necessary to mentionhere that he also wrote poetry His poetical works comprise Poesies1872876 La Vie Inquiete 1875 Edel 1878 and Les Aveux 1882With riper mind and to far better advantage he appeared a few yearslater in literary essays on the writers who had most influenced hisown developmentthe philosophers Renan Taine and Amiel the poetsBaudelaire and Leconte de Lisle the dramatist Dumas fils and thenovelists Turgenieff the Goncourts and Stendhal Brunetiere saysof Bourget that no one knows more has read more read better ormeditated more profoundly upon what he has read or assimilated itmore completely So much reading and so much meditation even whenaccompanied by strong assimilative powers are not perhaps the mostdesirable and necessary tendencies in a writer of verse or of fictionTo the philosophic critic however they must evidently be invaluableand thus it is that in a certain selfallotted domain of literaryappreciation allied to semiscientific thought Bourget stands todaywithout a rival His Essais de Psychologie Contemporaine 1883Nouveaux Essais 1885 and Etudes et Portraits 1888 are certainlynot the work of a week but rather the outcome of years of selfcultureand of protracted determined endeavor upon the sternest lines In factfor a long time Bourget rose at 3 am and elaborated anxiously studyafter study and sketch after sketch well satisfied when he sometimesnoticed his articles in the theatrical feuilleton of the Globe andthe Parlement until he finally contributed to the great Debatsitself A period of long hard and painful probation must always belaid down so to speak as the foundation of subsequent literary fameBut France fortunately for Bourget is not one of those places wherethe foundation is likely to be laid in vain or the period of probationto endure for ever and everIn fiction Bourget carries realistic observation beyond the externalswhich fixed the attention of Zola and Maupassant to states of themind he unites the method of Stendhal to that of Balzac He is alwaysinteresting and amusing He takes himself seriously and persists inregarding the art of writing fiction as a science He has wit humorcharm and lightness of touch and ardently strives after philosophy andintellectualityqualities that are rarely found in fiction It may wellbe said of M Bourget that he is innocent of the creation of a singlestupid character The men and women we read of in Bourgets novels areso intellectual that their wills never interfere with their heartsThe list of his novels and romances is a long one considering the factthat his first novel LIrreparable appeared as late as 1884 Itwas followed by Cruelle Enigme 1885 Un Crime dAmour 1886 AndreCornelis and Mensonges 1887 Le Disciple 1889 La Terre promiseCosmopolis 1892 crowned by the Academy Drames de Famille 1899Monique 1902 his romances are Une Idylle tragique 1896 LaDuchesse Bleue 1898 Le Fantome 1901 and LEtape 1902Le Disciple and Cosmopolis are certainly notable books The lattermarks the cardinal point in Bourgets fiction Up to that time he hadseen environment more than characters here the dominant interest ispsychic and from this point on his characters become more and morelike Stendhals different from normal clay Cosmopolis is perfectlycharming Bourget is indeed the pastmaster of psychologicalfictionTo sum up Bourget is in the realm of fiction what Frederic Amiel isin the realm of thinkers and philosophersa subtle ingenious highlygifted student of his time With a wonderful dexterity of pen a veryacute almost womanly intuition and a rare diffusion of grace about allhis writings it is probable that Bourget will remain less known as acritic than as a romancer Though he neither feels like Loti nor seeslike Maupassanthe reflects                  JULES LEMAITRE               de lAcademie FrancaiseAUTHORS INTRODUCTIONI send you my dear Primoli from beyond the Alps the romance ofinternational life begun in Italy almost under your eyes to which Ihave given for a frame that ancient and noble Rome of which you are soardent an admirerTo be sure the drama of passion which this book depicts has noparticularly Roman features and nothing was farther from my thoughtsthan to trace a picture of the society so local so traditional whichexists between the Quirinal and the Vatican The drama is not evenItalian for the scene might have been laid with as much truth atVenice Florence Nice St Moritz even Paris or London the variouscities which are like quarters scattered over Europe of the fluctuatingCosmopolis christened by Beyle Vengo adesso da Cosmopoli It isthe contrast between the rather incoherent ways of the rovers of highlife and the character of perennity impressed everywhere in the greatcity of the Caesars and of the Popes which has caused me to choose thespot where even the corners speak of a secular past there to evoke somerepresentatives of the most modern as well as the most arbitrary andthe most momentary life You who know better than any one the motleyworld of cosmopolites understand why I have confined myself to paintinghere only a fragment of it That world indeed does not exist it canhave neither defined customs nor a general character It is composedof exceptions and of singularities We are so naturally creatures ofcustom our continual mobility has such a need of gravitating around onefixed axis that motives of a personal order alone can determine us uponan habitual and voluntary exile from our native land It is so now inthe case of an artist,0
Produced by David WidgerGERFAUTBy CHARLES DE BERNARDWith a Preface by JULES CLARETIE of the French AcademyCHARLES DE BERNARDPIERREMARIECHARLES DE BERNARD DU GRAIL DE LA VILLETTE better known bythe name of Charles de Bernard was born in Besancon February 24 1804He came from a very ancient family of the Vivarais was educated atthe college of his native city and studied for the law in Dijon andat Paris He was awarded a prize by the Jeux floraux for hisdithyrambics Une fete de Neron in 1829 This first success inliterature did not prevent him aspiring to the Magistrature when theRevolution of 1830 broke out and induced him to enter politics Hebecame one of the founders of the Gazette de FrancheComte and anarticle in the pages of this journal about Peau de chagrin earned himthe thanks and the friendship of BalzacThe latter induced him to take up his domicile in Paris and initiatedhim into the art of novelwriting Bernard had published a volume ofodes Plus Deuil que Joie 1838 which was not much noticed but aseries of stories in the same year gained him the reputation of a genialconteur They were collected under the title Le Noeud Gordien andone of the tales Une Aventure du Magistrat was adapted by Sardou forhis comedy Pommes du voisin Gerfaut his greatest work crowned bythe Academy appeared also in 1838 then followed Le Paravent anothercollection of novels 1839 Les Ailes dIcare 1840 La Peau du Lionand La Chasse aux Amants 1841 LEcueil 1842 Un Beaupere 1845and finally Le Gentilhomme campagnard in 1847 Bernard died onlyfortyeight years old March 6 1850Charles de Bernard was a realist a pupil of Balzac He surpasses hismaster nevertheless in energy and limpidity of composition His styleis elegant and cultured His genius is most fully represented in a scoreor so of delightful tales rarely exceeding some sixty or seventy pagesin length but perfect in proportion full of invention and originalityand saturated with the purest and pleasantest essence of the spiritwhich for six centuries in tableaux farces tales in prose and versecomedies and correspondence made French literature the delight andrecreation of Europe Gerfaut is considered De Bernards greatestwork The plot turns on an attachment between a married woman and thehero of the story The book has nothing that can justly offend theincomparable sketches of Marillac and Mademoiselle de Corandeuil areadmirable Gerfaut and Bergenheim possess pronounced originality andthe author is so to speak incarnated with the hero of his romanceThe most uncritical reader can not fail to notice the success withwhich Charles de Bernard introduces people of rank and breeding into hisstories Whether or not he drew from nature his portraits of this kindare exquisitely natural and easy It is sufficient to say that he isthe literary Sir Joshua Reynolds of the postrevolution vicomtes andmarquises We can see that his portraits are faithful we must feel thatthey are at the same time charming Bernard is an amiable and spiritedconteur who excels in producing an animated spectacle for a refinedand selected public whether he paints the ridiculousness or the miseryof humanityThe works of Charles de Bernard in wit and urbanity and in the peculiarcharm that wit and urbanity give are of the best French type To anyelevation save a lofty place in fiction they have no claim but in thatphase of literature their worth is undisputed and from many testimoniesit would seem that those whom they most amuse are those who are bestworth amusingThese novels well enough as they are known to professed students ofFrench literature have by the mere fact of their age rather slippedout of the list of books known to the general reader The general readerwho reads for amusement can not possibly do better than proceed totransform his ignorance of them into knowledge                    JULES CLARETIE                  de lAcademie FrancaiseGERFAUTBOOK 1CHAPTER I THE TRAVELLERDuring the first days of the month of September 1832 a young man aboutthirty years of age was walking through one of the valleys in Lorraineoriginating in the Vosges mountains A little river which after a fewleagues of its course flows into the Moselle watered this wild basinshut in between two parallel lines of mountains The hills in thesouth became gradually lower and finally dwindled away into the plainAlongside the plateau arranged in amphitheatres large square fieldsstripped of their harvest lay here and there in the primitive forest inother places innumerable oaks and elms had been dethroned to giveplace to plantations of cherrytrees whose symmetrical rows promised anabundant harvestThis contest of nature with industry is everywhere but is morepronounced in hilly countries The scene changed however as onepenetrated farther and little by little the influence of the soilgained ascendancy As the hills grew nearer together enclosing thevalley in a closer embrace the clearings gave way to the naturalobduracy of the soil A little farther on they disappeared entirely Atthe foot of one of the bluffs which bordered with its granite bands thehighest plateau of the mountain the forest rolled victoriously down tothe banks of the riverNow came patches of forest like solid battalions of infantry sometimessolitary trees appeared as if distributed by chance upon the grassyslopes or scaling the summit of the steepest rocks like a body of boldsharpshooters A little unfrequented road if one can judge from thescarcity of tracks ran alongside the banks of the stream climbing upand down hills overcoming every obstacle it stretched out in almost astraight line One might compare it to those strong characters who markout a course in life and imperturbably follow it The river on thecontrary like those docile and compliant minds that bend to agreeableemergencies described graceful curves obeying thus the caprices of thesoil which served as its bedAt a first glance the young man who was walking alone in the midst ofthis picturesque country seemed to have nothing remarkable in his dressa straw hat a blue blouse,9
Produced by David WidgerCONSCIENCEBy Hector MalotWith a Preface by EDOUARD PAILLERON of the French AcademyHECTOR MALOTHECTORHENRI MALOT the son of a notary public was born at La BrouilleSeineInferieure March 20 1830 He studied law intending to devotehimself also to the Notariat but toward 1853 or 1854 commenced writingfor various small journals Somewhat later he assisted in compiling theBiographie Generale of Firmin Didot and was also a contributor tosome reviews Under the generic title of Les Victimes dAmour he madehis debut with the following three familyromances Les Amants 1859Les Epoux 1865 and Les Enfants 1866 About the same period hepublished a book La Vie Moderne en Angleterre Malot has writtenquite a number of novels of which the greatest is Conscience crownedby the French Academy in 1878His works have met with great success in all countries They possessthat lasting interest which attends all work based on keen observationand masterly analysis of the secret motives of human actionsThe titles of his writings run as follows Les Amours de Jacques1868 Un Beau Frere 1869 Romain Kalbris 1864 being a romancefor children Une Bonne Afaire and Madame Obernin 1870 Un Cure deProvince 1872 Un Mariage sons le Second Empire 1873 Une BelleMere 1874 LAuberge du Monde 18751876 4 vols Les Bataillesdu Mariage 1877 3 vols Cara 1877 Le Docteur Claude 1879 LeBoheme Tapageuse 1880 3 vols Pompon and Une Femme dArgent 1881La Petite Soeur and Les Millions Honteux 1882 Les Besogneux andPaulette 1883 Marichette and Micheline 1884 Le LieutenantBonnet and Sang Bleu 1885 Baccara and Zyte 1886 Viceo FrancisSeduction and Ghislaine 1887 Mondaine 1888 Mariage Riche andJustice 1889 Mere 1890 Anie 1891 Complices 1892 Conscience1893 and Amours de Jeunes et Amours de Vieux 1894About this time Hector Malot resolved not to write fiction any moreHe announced this determination in a card published in the journal LeTemps May 25 1895It was then maliciously stated that M Malot hisretired from business after having accumulated a fortune However hetook up his pen again and published a history of his literary lifeLe Roman de mes Romans 1896 besides two volumes of fiction LAmourdominateur 1896 and Pages choisies 1898 works which showed thatin the language of Holy Writ his eye was not dimmed nor his naturalforce abated and afforded him a triumph over his slanderers                  EDOUARD PAILLERON               de lAcademie FrancaiseCONSCIENCEBOOK 1CHAPTER I THE REUNIONWhen Crozat the Bohemian escaped from poverty by a good marriage thatmade him a citizen of the Rue de Vaugirard he did not break with hisold comrades instead of shunning them or keeping them at a distancehe took pleasure in gathering them about him glad to open his house tothem the comforts of which were very different from the attic of theRue Ganneron that he had occupied for so long a timeEvery Wednesday from four to seven oclock he had a reunion at hishouse the Hotel des Medicis and it was a holiday for which his friendsprepared themselves When a new idea occurred to one of the habitues itwas caressed matured studied in solitude in order to be presented infull bloom at the assemblyCrozats reception of his friends was pleasing simple like the mancordial on the part of the husband as well as on the part of the wifewho having been an actress held to the religion of comradeship On atable were small pitchers of beer and glasses within reach was an oldstone jar from Beauvais full of tobacco The beer was good the tobaccodry and the glasses were never emptyAnd it was not silly subjects that were discussed here worldlybabblings or gossiping about absent friends but the great questionsthat ruled humanity philosophy politics society and religionFormed at first of friends or at least of comrades who had worked andsuffered together these reunions had enlarged gradually until one daythe rooms at the Hotel des Medicis became a parlotte where preachersof ideas and of new religions thinkers reformers apostlespoliticians aesthetes and even babblers in search of ears more or lesscomplaisant that would listen to them met together Any one might comewho wished and if one did not enter there exactly as one would enter anordinary hotel it was sufficient to be brought by an habitue in orderto have the right to a pipe some beer and to speakOne of the habitues Brigard was a species of apostle who had acquiredcelebrity by practising in his daily life the ideas that he professedand preached Comte de Brigard by birth he began by renouncing histitle which made him a vassal of the respect of men and of socialconventions an instructor of law he could easily have made a thousandor twelve hundred francs a month but he arranged the number and theprice of his lessons so that each day brought him only ten francs inorder that he might not be a slave to money living with a woman whom heloved he had always insisted although he had two daughters onliving with her en union libre and in not acknowledging his childrenlegally because the law debased the ties which attached him to them andlessened his duties it was conscience that sanctioned these duties andnature like conscience made him the most faithful of lovers the bestthe most affectionate the most tender of fathers Tall proud carryingin his person and manners the native elegance of his race he dressedlike the porter at the corner only replacing the blue velvet bychestnut velvet a less frivolous color Living in Clamart for twentyyears he always came to Paris on foot and the only concessions that hemade to conventionality or to his comfort were to wear sabots in winterand to carry his vest on his arm in summerThus organized he must have disciples and he sought themeverywherein the streets where he buttonholed those he was able tosnatch under the trees of the Luxembourg Gardens and on Wednesdayat the house of his old comrade Crozat How many he had,13
Produced by Sandra Laythorpe  HTML version by Al HainesNutties FatherbyCharlotte M YongeCONTENTS       I  ST AMBROSES CHOIR      II  MONKS HORTON     III  HEIR HUNTING      IV  A NAME       V  SUSPENSE      VI  THE WATERSOLDIER     VII  THAT MAN    VIII  THE FATHER      IX  NEW PLUMES       X  BRIDGEFIELD EGREMONT      XI  LAWNTENNIS     XII  OUT OF WORK    XIII  DETRIMENTALS     XIV  GOING AGEE      XV  A CASTLE OF UMBRELLAS     XVI  INFRA DIG    XVII  AN OLD FRIEND   XVIII  A FRIEND IN NEED     XIX  THE VORTEX      XX  WOLF     XXI  URSULAS RECEPTION    XXII  DISENCHANTMENT   XXIII  A FAILURE    XXIV  FARMS OR UMBRELLAS     XXV  THE GIGGLING SCOTCH GIRL    XXVI  THREE YEARS LATER   XXVII  THE BOY OF EGREMONT  XXVIII  A BRAVE HEART    XXIX  A FRESH START     XXX  NUTTIES PROSPECTS    XXXI  SPES NON FRACTA   XXXII  BLACKS IN THE ASCENDANT  XXXIII  THE LOST HEIR   XXXIV  FETTERS RENT    XXXV  THE HULL OF THE URSULA   XXXVI  NUTTIES KNIGHT  XXXVII  FOUND AND TAKEN XXXVIII  THE UMBRELLA MAN   XXXIX  ANNAPLES AMBITION FALLENCHAPTER IST AMBROSES CHOIR  For be it known  That their saints honour is their ownSCOTTThe town of Micklethwayte was rising and thriving  There weresalubrious springs which an enterprising doctor had lately brought intonotice  The firm of Greenleaf and Dutton manufactured umbrellas inlarge quantities from the stout weatherproof family roof down to thedaintiest fringed toy of a parasol  There were a Guild Hall and ahandsome Corn Market  There was a Modern School for the boys and aHigh School for the girls and a School of Art and a School ofCookery and National Schools and a British School and a BoardSchool also churches of every height chapels of every denominationand iron mission rooms budding out in hopes to be replaced by churchesLike one of the animals which zoologists call radiated the town wasconstantly stretching out fresh arms along country roads all livingand working and gradually absorbing the open spaces between  One ofthese arms was known as St Ambroses Road in right of the church anincomplete structure in yellow brick consisting of a handsome chancelthe stump of a tower and one aisle just weathertight and usable butby its very aspect begging for the completion of the beautiful designthat was suspended above the almsboxIt was the evening of a summer day which had been very hot  The choirpractice was just over and the boys came out trooping and chatteringvery small ones they were for as soon as they began to sing tolerablythey were sure to try to get into the choir of the old church whichhad a foundation that fed clothed taught and finally apprenticedthem  So though the little fellows were clad in surplices andcassocks and sat in the chancel for correctness sake there was aspace round the harmonium reserved for the more trustworthy band ofgirls and young women who came forth next followed by four or fivemechanicsBehind came the nucleus of the choira slim fairhaired youth oftwenty a neat precise welltrimmed man closely shaven withstooping shoulders at least fifteen years older with a black poodleat his heels as well shorn as his master newly risen from lyingoutside the church door a gentle somewhat drooping lady in black notyet middleaged and very pretty a small eager unformed blackeyedgirl who could hardly keep back her words for the outside of thechurch door a tall selfpossessed handsome woman with a fineclassical cast of features and lastly a brownfaced wiry hardworkingclergyman without an atom of superfluous flesh but with an air ofgreat energyOh vicar where are we to go was the question so eager to breakforthNot to the Crystal Palace Nuttie  The funds wont bear it  MrDutton says we must spend as little as possible on locomotionIm sure I dont care for the Crystal Palace  A trumpery tinselplace all shamsHush hush my dear not so loud said the quiet lady but Nuttieonly wriggled her shoulders though her voice was a trifle lowered Ifit were the British Museum now or Westminster AbbeyOr the Alps chimed in a quieter voice or the UfizziNow Mr Dutton thats not what I want  Our people arent ready forthat but what they have let it be real  Miss Mary dont you see whatI meanRather better than Miss Egremont herself said Mr DuttonWell said the vicar interposing in the wordy war Mrs Greenleafschildren have scarlatina so we cant go to Horton Bishop  The choiceseems to be between South Beach and Monks HortonThats no harm cried Nuttie Mrs Greenleaf is so patronisingAnd both that and South Beach are so stale said the youthAs if the dear sea could ever be stale cried the young girlI thought Monks Horton was forbidden ground said Miss MarySo it was with the last regime said the vicar but now the newpeople are come I expect great things from them  I hear they are veryfriendlyI expect nothing from them said Nuttie so sententiously that all herhearers laughed and asked her exquisite reason as Mr Dutton put itLady Kirkaldy and a whole lot of them came into the School of ArtAnd didnt appreciate Head,0
Produced by Alfred J Drake  HTML version by Al HainesFROUDACITY 1889JJ ThomasWEST INDIAN FABLES BY JAMES ANTHONY FROUDEEXPLAINED BY J J THOMASContentsPreface by JJ ThomasBOOK I  Introduction 2733  Voyage out 3441  Barbados 4144  St Vincent 4448  Grenada 4850BOOK II  Trinidad 5355  Reform in Trinidad 5580  Negro Felicity in the West Indies 81110BOOK III  Social Revolution 113174  West Indian Confederation 175200  The Negro as a Worker 201206  Religion for Negroes 207230BOOK IV  Historical Summary or Résumé 233261 endFROUDACITYPREFACE5 Last year had well advanced towards its middlein fact it wasalready April 1888before Mr Froudes book of travels in the WestIndies became known and generally accessible to readers in thoseColoniesMy perusal of it in Grenada about the period above mentioned disclosedthinly draped with rhetorical flowers the dark outlines of a scheme tothwart political aspiration in the Antilles  That project is sought tobe realized by deterring the home authorities from granting an electivelocal legislature however restricted in character to any of theColonies not yet enjoying such an advantage An argument based on thecomposition of the inhabitants of those Colonies is confidently reliedupon to confirm the inexorable mood of Downing Street6 Overlarge and everincreasingso runs the argumentthe Africanelement in the population of the West Indies is from its past historyand its actual tendencies a standing menace to the continuance ofcivilization and religion  An immediate catastrophe socialpolitical and moral would most assuredly be brought about by thegranting of full elective rights to dependencies thus inhabitedEnlightened statesmanship should at once perceive the immense benefitthat would ultimately result from such refusal of the franchise  Thecardinal recommendation of that refusal is that it would avertdefinitively the political domination of the Blacks which mustinevitably be the outcome of any concession of the modicum of right soearnestly desired  The exclusion of the Negro vote being inexpedientif not impossible the exercise of electoral powers by the Blacks mustlead to their returning candidates of their own race to the locallegislatures and that too in numbers preponderating according to themajority of the Negro electors  The Negro legislators thus supreme inthe councils of the Colonies would straightway proceed to passvindictive and retaliatory laws against their white fellow 7colonists  For it is only fifty years since the White man and theBlack man stood in the reciprocal relations of master and slaveWhilst those relations subsisted the white masters inflicted and theblack slaves had to endure the hideous atrocities that are inseparablefrom the system of slavery  Since Emancipation the enormous stridesmade in selfadvancement by the exslaves have only had the effect ofprovoking a resentful uneasiness in the bosoms of the exmasters  Theformer bondsmen on their side and like their brethren of Hayti areeaten up with implacable bloodthirsty rancour against their formerlords and owners  The annals of Hayti form quite a cabinet ofpolitical and social object lessons which in the eyes of Britishstatesmen should be invaluable in showing the true method of dealingwith Ethiopic subjects of the Crown  The Negro race in Hayti in orderto obtain and to guard what it calls its freedom has outraged everyhumane instinct and falsified every benevolent hope  The slaveownersthere had not been a whit more cruel than slaveowners in the otherislands  But in spite of this how ferocious how sanguinary 8 howrelentless against them has the vengeance of the Blacks been in theirhour of mastery  A century has passed away since then andnotwithstanding that the hatred of Whites still rankles in theirsouls and is cherished and yielded to as a national creed and guide ofconduct  Colonial administrators of the mighty British Empire thelesson which History has taught and yet continues to teach you in Haytias to the best mode of dealing with your Ethiopic colonists liespatent bloodstained and terrible before you and should be takendefinitively to heart  But if you are willing that Civilization andReligionin short all the highest developments of individual andsocial lifeshould at once be swept away by a desolating vandalism ofAfrican birth if you do not recoil from the bloodguiltiness thatwould stain your consciences through the massacre of ourfellowcountrymen in the West Indies on account of their racecomplexion and enlightenment finally if you desire those modernHesperides to revert into primeval jungle horrent lairs wherein theBlacks who but a short while before had been ostensibly civilizedshall be revellers as highpriests and 9 devotees in orgies ofdevilworship cannibalism and obeahdare to give the franchise tothose West Indian Colonies and then rue the consequences of yourinfatuationAlas if the foregoing summary of the ghastly imaginings of Mr Froudewere true in what a fools paradise had the wisest and best amongst usbeen living moving and having our being  Up to the date of thesuggestion by him as above of the alleged facts and possibilities ofWest Indian life we had believed even granting the correctness of hisgloomy account of the past and present positions of the two races thatto no wellthinking West Indian White whose ancestors may haveinnocently or culpably participated in the gains as well as the guiltof slavery would the remembrance of its palmy days be otherwise thanone of regret  We Negroes on the other hand after a lapse of timeextending over nearly two generations could be indebted only toprecarious tradition or scarcely accessible documents for any knowledgewe might chance upon of the sufferings endured in these Islands of theWest by those of our race who have gone before us  Death withundiscriminating hand had gathered 10 in the human harvest ofmasters and slaves alike according to or out of the normal laws ofnature while Time had been letting down on the stage of our existencedropscene after dropscene of years to the number of something likefifty which had been curtaining off the tragic incidents of the pastfrom the peaceful activities of the present  Being thus circumstancedthought we what rational elements of mutual hatred should now continueto exist in the bosoms of the two racesWith regard to the perpetual reference to Hayti because,2
The Reporter Who Made Himself KingbyRichard Harding DavisThe Old Time Journalist will tell you that the best reporter is the onewho works his way up  He holds that the only way to start is as aprinters devil or as an office boy to learn in time to set type tograduate from a compositor into a stenographer and as a stenographertake down speeches at public meetings and so finally grow into a realreporter with a fire badge on your left suspender and a speakingacquaintance with all the greatest men in the city not even exceptingPolice CaptainsThat is the old time journalists idea of it  That is the way he wastrained and that is why at the age of sixty he is still a reporterIf you train up a youth in this way he will go into reporting with toofull a knowledge of the newspaper business with no illusionsconcerning it and with no ignorant enthusiasms but with a keen andjustifiable impression that he is not paid enough for what he doesAnd he will only do what he is paid to doNow you cannot pay a good reporter for what he does because he doesnot work for pay  He works for his paper  He gives his time hishealth his brains his sleeping hours and his eating hours andsometimes his life to get news for it  He thinks the sun rises onlythat men may have light by which to read it  But if he has been in anewspaper office from his youth up he finds out before he becomes areporter that this is not so and loses his real value  He should comeright out of the University where he has been doing campus notes forthe college weekly and be pitchforked out into city work withoutknowing whether the Battery is at Harlem or Hunters Point and withthe idea that he is a Moulder of Public Opinion and that the Power ofthe Press is greater than the Power of Money and that the few lines hewrites are of more value in the Editors eyes than is the column ofadvertising on the last page which they are notAfter three yearsit is sometimes longer sometimes not so longhefinds out that he has given his nerves and his youth and his enthusiasmin exchange for a general fund of miscellaneous knowledge theopportunity of personal encounter with all the greatest and mostremarkable men and events that have risen in those three years and agreat fund of resource and patience  He will find that he has crowdedthe experiences of the lifetime of the ordinary young business mandoctor or lawyer or man about town into three short years that hehas learned to think and to act quickly to be patient and unmoved wheneveryone else has lost his head actually or figuratively speaking towrite as fast as another man can talk and to be able to talk withauthority on matters of which other men do not venture even to thinkuntil they have read what he has written with a copyboy at his elbowon the night previousIt is necessary for you to know this that you may understand whatmanner of man young Albert Gordon wasYoung Gordon had been a reporter just three years  He had left Yalewhen his last living relative died and had taken the morning train forNew York where they had promised him reportorial work on one of theinnumerable Greatest New York Dailies  He arrived at the office atnoon and was sent back over the same road on which he had just cometo Spuyten Duyvil where a train had been wrecked and everybody ofconsequence to suburban New York killed  One of the old reportershurried him to the office again with his copy and after he haddelivered that he was sent to the Tombs to talk French to a man inMurderers Row who could not talk anything else but who had shownsome international skill in the use of a jimmy  And at eight hecovered a flowershow in Madison Square Garden and at eleven was sentover the Brooklyn Bridge in a cab to watch a fire and make guesses atthe losses to the insurance companiesHe went to bed at one and dreamed of shattered locomotives humanbeings lying still with blankets over them rows of cells and banks ofbeautiful flowers nodding their heads to the tunes of the brass band inthe gallery  He decided when he awoke the next morning that he hadentered upon a picturesque and exciting career and as one day followedanother he became more and more convinced of it and more and moredevoted to it  He was twenty then and he was now twentythree and inthat time had become a great reporter and had been to Presidentialconventions in Chicago revolutions in Hayti Indian outbreaks on thePlains and midnight meetings of moonlighters in Tennessee and hadseen what work earthquakes floods fire and fever could do in greatcities and had contradicted the President and borrowed matches fromburglars  And now he thought he would like to rest and breathe a bitand not to work again unless as a war correspondent  The only obstacleto his becoming a great war correspondent lay in the fact that therewas no war and a war correspondent without a war is about as absurd anindividual as a general without an army  He read the papers everymorning on the elevated trains for war clouds but though there weremany war clouds they always drifted apart and peace smiled againThis was very disappointing to young Gordon and he became more andmore keenly discouragedAnd then as war work was out of the question he decided to write hisnovel  It was to be a novel of New York life and he wanted a quietplace in which to work on it  He was already making inquiries amongthe suburban residents of his acquaintance for just such a quiet spotwhen he received an offer to go to the Island of Opeki in the NorthPacific Ocean as secretary to the American consul,7
Produced by Michael Pullen  HTML version by Al HainesMutter und KindFriedrich HebbelEin Gedicht in sieben Gesängen1859  Erster Gesang  Eben grauet der Morgen  Noch stehen die zitternden Sterne  An der Wölbung des Himmels die kaum am Rande zu blauen  Anfängt während die Mitte noch schwarz wie die Erde herabhängt  Frierend kriechen die Wächter mit Spieß und Knarre nach Hause  Doch sie erlöste die Uhr und nicht die steigende Sonne  Denn noch ruhen die Bürger der Stadt und bedürfen des Schutzes  Gegen den schleichenden Dieb den spähende Augen gewähren  Wie der Hahn auch rufe und wie vom Turme herunter  Auch der hungrige Geier mit ewig brennendem Magen  Nach dem Frühstück krächze es kümmert nicht Mensch noch Tiere  Nur in den Ställen die hinter die stattlichen Häuser versteckt sind  Wirds allmählich lebendig es scharren und stampfen die Pferde  Und es brüllen die Kühe allein die Knechte und Mägde  Schwören sich bloß zur Nacht die Raufen noch voller zu stopfen  Als es gestern geschah und schlafen weiter in Frieden  Nun man müßte sie loben wofern sie sich rascher erhüben  Aber wer könnte sie tadeln daß sie sich noch einmal herumdrehn  Ist doch die Kälte zu groß  Der Fuß dem die Decke entgleitet  Schrickt zurück vor der Luft als ob er in Wasser geriete  Welches sich eben beeist auch darf man den Winter nicht schelten  WeihnachtsAbend ist da wie sollt er nicht grimmig sich zeigen  Dennoch lehnt schon am Pfahl der still verglühnden Laterne  Eine dunkle Gestalt  Im Licht des flackernden Dochtes  Welcher sich selbst verzehrt des Öls allmählich ermangelnd  Kann man den Jüngling erkennen der unbeweglich hinüber  Schaut nach dem Erdgeschoß des Hauses über der Straße  Wahrlich es müssen die Pulse ihm heiß und fieberisch hüpfen  Daß er um diese Stunde die selbst im Sommer die Zähne  Oft zum Klappern bringt und alle Glieder zum Schaudern  Hier so ruhig steht als wär er in Eisen gegossen  Schneidend und scharf wie ein Messer zerteilt der Hauch nun die Lüfte  Welcher die Sonne meldet den sollen die Fische im Wasser  Spüren und mitempfinden er aber regt sich auch jetzt nicht  Doch da schreitet er vor und naht sich dem Hause  Was gibt ihm  Denn so plötzlich Gefühl und macht ihn lebendig  Ein Schimmer  Ward da drunten sichtbar den eine getragene Lampe  Zu verbreiten scheint  Er bückt sich nieder zu lauschen  Spricht sie ists  und tickt mit leisem Finger ans Fenster  Drinnen taucht ein Kopf empor  Die klarste der Scheiben  Suchend er findet sie schwer die meisten sind blind und belaufen  Lugt er schüchtern hindurch  Es ist ein blühendes Mädchen  Welches sich selber beleuchtet indem es die Lampe erhebend  Nach dem Klopfenden späht  Er ruft mach auf Magdalena  Und enteilt in das Gäßchen das links am Hause sich hinzieht  Bald auch öffnet sich seitwärts das Dienerpförtchen doch halb nur  Und den Fuß in der Tür beim Licht noch einmal ihn prüfend  Spricht sie Christian du  Was kannst du so zeitig nur wollen  Laß uns hineinversetzt erdu würdest draußen erfrieren  Und wir sind ja noch sicher  Sie sperrt ihm noch immer den Eingang  Doch er hält ihr den Pelz entgegen in den er gehüllt ist  Und nun tritt sie zurück und geht voran in die Küche  Während er auf den Zehen ihr folgt  Schon brennt auf dem Herde  Hell und lustig ein Feuer  Sie stellt den Kessel mit Wasser  Jetzt darüber und setzt sich an einer Seite daneben  An der anderen er  Die rötliche Flamme vergoldet  Spielend beider Gesichter und gegen sein dunkel gebräuntes  Sticht ihr lilienweißes mit blonden Locken bekränztes  Fein und angenehm ab  So mußt dubeginnt sieschon wieder  Auf die Straße hinaus und das am heiligen Abend  Wer dem Fuhrmann diententgegnet erfeiert die Feste  Selten gemächlich zu Hause denn immer mangelt dem Kaufmann  Dies und das im Gewölb und da die Kunden nicht warten  Wartet er selbst auch nicht  Doch duerwidert sie leise  Fast in Vorwurfes Tondu könntest es lange schon besser  Haben wenn du nur wolltestDu meinst ich könnte beim Kaufmann  Selber könnte bei euch seinversetzt er mit Lächelnund freilich  Hätt ichs bequemer und dürfte man siehts ja zu Tode mich schlafen  Aber das täte nicht gutEr springt empor und die Küche  Stumm und sinnend durchschreitend und dann ich plötzlicher Wendung  Vor das Mädchen tretend und ihre Schönheit betrachtend  Ruft er aus Nein nein sie soll mir nicht hungern und frieren  Voll Verwunderung schaut sie auf und merkt es nun endlich  Daß er bewegt ist wie nie  Was hast du fragt sie ihn ängstlich  Und er streichelt sie sanft und spricht die bedächtigen Worte  Wem ein altes Weib für seinen Groschen das Schicksal  Aus den Karten verkündigt der mag noch zweifeln und lachen  Aber wem es der Herr im liebsten Freunde und Bruder  Dicht vor die Augen stellt dem ziemt es sich warnen zu lassen  Hätte der Ärmste mich in solchem Elend gesehen  Wie ich gestern ihn er wäre wohl ledig geblieben  Und sein Beispiel solldies wird so meint er ihn trösten  Nicht verloren sein für seinen Jugendgenossen  Geht es den beiden so schlechtversetzt sie erschreckendich habe  Anna nicht wieder erblickt sie ist nicht weiter gekommen  Und ich kann das Haus nur selten auf Stunden verlassen  Und da hab ich zu tun und rechne mit Schuster und Schneider  Gings mir anders mit Wilhelmerwidert er traurigich hatte  Ihn so gut wie verloren denn ängstlich wie Sünde und Schande  Pflegen sich Armut und Not in Ecken und Winkeln,1
Produced by Lynn Hill  HTML version by Al HainesTo all friends of the brave children of FranceMap of the VoyageTHE FRENCH TWINSbyLucy Fitch PerkinsCONTENTS    I THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLE   II ON THE WAY HOME  III THE COMING OF THE GERMANS   IV THE RETURN OF THE FRENCH    V AT MADAME COUDERTS   VI THE BURNING OF THE CATHEDRAL  VII HOME AGAIN VIII REFUGEES   IX THE FOREIGN LEGION    X FONTANELLE   XI A SURPRISE  XII MORNING IN THE MEADOW XIII CHILDREN OF THE LEGIONI THE CHURCH AND THE PEOPLEThe sunlight of the clear September afternoon shone across the roofs ofthe City of Rheims and fell in a yellow flood upon the towers of themost beautiful cathedral in the world turning them into two shininggolden pillars against the deep blue of the eastern skyThe streets below were already in shadow but the sunshine still pouredthrough the great rose window above the western portal lighting thedim interior of the church with long shafts of brilliant reds bluesand greens and falling at last in a shower of broken color upon thesteps of the high altar Somewhere in the mysterious shadows an unseenmusician touched the keys of the great organ and the voice of theCathedral throbbed through its echoing aisles in tremulous waves ofsound Above the deep tones of the bass notes a delicate melodyfloated like a lark singing above the surfThough the great church seemed empty but for sound and color therelingered among its shadows a few persons who loved it well There werepriests and a few worshipers There was also Father Varennes theVerger and far away in one of the small chapels opening from the apsein the eastern end good Mother Meraut was down upon her knees notpraying as you might suppose but scrubbing the stone floor MotherMeraut was a wise woman she knew when to pray and when to scrub andupon occasion did both with equal energy to the glory of God and theservice of his Church Today it was her task to make the little chapelclean and sweet for was not the Abbe coming to examine theConfirmation Class in its catechism and were not her own two childrenPierre and Pierette in the class In time to the heartbeats of theorgan Mother Meraut swept her brush back and forth and it was alreadynear the hour for the class to assemble when at last she set aside herscrubbingpail wiped her hands upon her apron and began to dust thechairs which had been standing outside the arched entrance and toplace them in orderly rows within the chapelShe had nearly completed her task when there was a taptapping uponthe stone floor and down the long aisle leaning upon his crutch cameFather Varennes He stopped near the chapel and watched her as shewhisked the last chair into place and then paused with her hands uponher hips to make a final inspection of her workBonjour Antoinette said the VergerMother Meraut turned her round cheerful face toward him Ah it isyou Henri she cried come no doubt to see if the chapel is cleanenough for the Abbe Well beholdThe Verger peered through the arched opening and sniffed the wetsoapy smell which pervaded the air One might even eat from your cleanfloor Antoinette he said smiling and taste nothing worse with hisfood than a bit of soap Truly the chapel is as clean as a shrivensoulIts a bold bit of dirt that would try to stand out against medeclared Mother Meraut with a flourish of her dustcloth for when Igo after it I think to myself Ah if I but had one of thosedetestable Germans by the nose how I would grind it and the verythought brings such power to my elbow that I check myself lest I wearthrough the stones of the floorThe Verger laughed then shook his head Truly Antoinette he saidI believe you could seize your husbands gun if he were to fall andfill his place in the Army as well as you fill his place here in theCathedral doing a mans work with a womans strength and smiling asif it were but play Our France can never despair while there are womenlike youMy Jacques shall carry his own gun said Mother Meraut stoutly andbring it home with him when the war is over if God wills and may itbe soon Meanwhile I will help to keep our holy Cathedral clean as heused to do It is not easy work but one must do what one can andsurely it is better to do it with smiles than with tearsThe Verger nodded That is true he said yet it is hard to smile inthe face of sorrowBut we must smilethough our hearts breakfor France and for ourchildren lest they forget joy cried Mother Meraut She smiled as shespoke though her lip trembled I will you the truth Henri sometimeswhen I think of what the Germans have already done in Belgium and mayyet do in France I feel my heart breaking in my bosom And then I sayto myself Courage Antoinette It is our business to live bravely forthe France that is to be when this madness is over Our armies arestill between us and the Boche It is not time to be afraidAnd I tell you they shall not pass cried Father Varennes strikinghis crutch angrily upon the stone floor The brave soldiers of Francewill not permit it Oh if I could but carry a gun instead of this Herattled his crutch despairingly as he spokeMother Meraut sighed Though I am a woman I too wish I might fightthe invaders she said but since I may not carry a gun I will putall the more energy into my broom and sweep the dirt from the Cathedralas I would sweep the Germans back to the Rhine if I couldIt is indeed the only way for women children and such as Igrieved the VergerTut tut answered Mother Meraut,15
Produced by Amy E Zelmer and Sue Asscher  HTML version by Al HainesAUSTRALIAN SEARCH PARTYBYCHARLES HENRY EDENFROMILLUSTRATED TRAVELSA RECORD OFDISCOVERY GEOGRAPHY AND ADVENTUREEDITED BYHW BATESASSISTANTSECRETARY OF THE ROYAL GEOGRAPHICAL SOCIETYAN AUSTRALIAN SEARCH PARTYIBY CHARLES H EDENIN a former narrative published in the preceding volume of theILLUSTRATED TRAVELS I gave an account of a terrible cyclone whichvisited the northeastern coast of Queensland in the autumn of 1866nearly destroying the small settlements of Cardwell and Townsville anddoing an infinity of damage by uprooting heavy timber blocking up thebush roads etc  Amongst other calamities attendant on this visitationwas the loss of a small coasting schooner named the Eva bound fromCleveland to Rockingham Bay with cargo and passengers  Only those whohave visited Australia can picture to themselves the full horror of acaptivity amongst the degraded blacks with whom this unexploreddistrict abounds and a report of white men having been seen amongstthe wild tribes in the neighbourhood of the Herbert River induced theinhabitants of Cardwell to institute a search party to rescue the crewof the unhappy schooner should they still be alive or to gain somecertain clue to their fate should they have perishedIn my former narrative I described our exploration of the HerbertRiver lying at the south end of Rockingham Channel with its fruitlessissue and I now take up the thread of my story from that pointthinking it can hardly fail to be of interest to the reader not onlyas regards the wild nature of the country traversed but also asshowing the anxiety manifested by the inhabitants of these remotedistricts to clear up the fate of their unhappy brethren  I may alsohere mention for the information of such of my readers as may not haveread the preceding portions of the narrative that Cardwell is the nameof a small township situated on the shores of Rockingham Bay and thatTownsville is a settlement some hundred miles further south known alsoas Cleveland BayHOW WE EXPLORED GOULD AND GARDEN ISLANDSWe were all much pleased at a piece of intelligence brought up by theDaylight to the effect that a party of volunteers had been assembledat Cleveland Bay and intended coming up in a small steamer to thesouth end of Hinchinbrook to assist in the search for the missingcrew  As it would be of the utmost importance that both parties shouldcooperate I sent my boat down to the mouth of the channel with anote to the leader of the expedition announcing our intention oflanding on the north end of the island and working towards the centreand requesting them to scour their end and then push northward whenwe should most probably meet in the middle of the island  The boat hadorders to wait at the bar until the arrival of the steamer and then toreturn with all speed  In the meanwhile the Daylight wasdischarging her cargo and we were making preparations for what we wellknew would prove a most arduous undertaking the sequel will show thatwe did not overrate the difficulties before usAt the risk of being tedious I must explain to the reader some of thepeculiarities of Hinchinbrook Island  Its length is a little short offorty miles and its shape a rude triangle the apex of which is at thesouth and the north side forming the southern portion of RockinghamBay Now this north side is by no means straight but is curved outinto two or three bays of considerable extent and in one of them standtwo islands named Gould and Garden Islands  The latter of these wasour favourite resort for picnics for the dense foliage afforded goodshade and when the tide was low we were enabled to gather mostdelicious oysters from some detached rocks  Gould Island isconsiderably larger but rising in a pyramid from the sea and beingcovered with loose boulders it was most tedious climbing  From thetownship we could with our glasses see canoes constantly passing andrepassing between these two islands and as the Daylight had aparticularly heavy cargo this trip and would not be clear for the nexttwo days we made up our minds to search the islands and drive theblacks on to Hinchinbrook so that one of our parties must stumbleacross them when we swept it  This may seem to the reader unnecessarytrouble but most of our party were conversant with the habits of theblacks and their limited method of reasoning and we judged it probablethat the Herbert River gins would have at once acquainted theHinchinbrook blacks with our unceremonious visit and warned them thatwe should probably soon look them up also  Now on the receipt of thisunwelcome intelligence the first thing that would strike the blackswould be the facilities for concealment afforded by Gould or GardenIslands more particularly had they any captives and they would say tothemselves that we should certainly overlook these two outofthewaylittle spots and when we were busy on Hinchinbrook they could easilypaddle themselves and their prisoners to some of the more distant chainof islands where they could lie by until all fear of pursuit was pastSuch was the opinion both of the troopers and of the experiencedbushmen and as we were fully resolved to leave them no loophole forescape we jumped into our boat and pulled gently over to Garden IslandIt was about seven oclock in the morning when we started sixstrongfour whites and Cato and Ferdinandwell armed and with agood supply of provisions  The sun was already very hot and the watersmooth as glass save where the prow of the boat broke the stillsurface into a tiny ripple which continued plainly visible half a mileastern  I find it difficult to bring before the reader the thousandcurious objects that met us on our way  The sullen crocodile baskingin the sun sank noiselessly a splash would be heard and a four feetalbicore would fling himself madly into the air striving vainly toelude the ominous black triangle that cut the water like a knife closein his rear  Small chance for the poor fugitive with the ravenousshark following,4
Produced by Sandra Laythorpe  HTML version by Al HainesABBEYCHURCHORSELFCONTROL AND SELFCONCEITBYCHARLOTTE M YONGETHE AUTHOR OF THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFESecond EditionThe Original Printed Text of this work is in the possession of TheCharlotte M Yonge FellowshipNever think yourself safe because you do your duty in ninetyninepoints it is the hundredth which is to be the ground of yourselfdenial which must evidence or rather instance and realize yourfaith     Newmans SermonsPREFACERechauffes are proverbially dangerous but everyone runs into themsooner or later and the world has done me the kindness so often toinquire after my first crude attempt that after it has lain for manyyears out of print I have ventured to launch it oncemoreimperfections and allthough it is guilty of the error ofpointing rather to a transient phase of difficulty than to a generalprinciple  The wheels of this world go so quickly round that I havelived to see that it would have been wiser in the clergyman to havedirected rather than obstructed the socalled march of intellect Ihave lived also to be somewhat ashamed of the exuberant outpouring ofhistorical allusions which however were perfectly natural among theset of girls from whom my experience was taken but these defects aswell as the more serious one of tyrannical aversion to vulgarity aretoo inherent in this tale to be removed and the real lesson intendedto be conveyed of obedience and sincerity of course remains unchangedThe later story was a rather hasty attempt to parody the modernsensation novel as Northanger Abbey did the Radclyffe school but itmakes the mistake of having too real a mystery  However such as theyare the two stories go forth in company trusting that they may notprove too utterly wearisome to be brought forward this second time                                    May 9th 1872ABBEYCHURCHORSELFCONTROL AND SELFCONCEITCHAPTER IOne summer afternoon Helen Woodbourne returned from her daily walkwith her sisters and immediately repaired to the schoolroom in orderto put the finishing touches to a drawing with which she had beenengaged during the greater part of the morning  She had not been longestablished there before her sister Katherine came in and taking herfavourite station leaning against the window shutter so as to commanda good view of the street she began Helen do you know that theConsecration is to be on Thursday the twentyeighth instead of theTuesday afterI know Lizzie wished that it could be so said Helen because thetwentyeighth is St Augustines day but I thought that the Bishop hadappointed TuesdayBut Papa wrote to him and he has altered the day as Papa wished Iheard Mamma and Mr Somerville talking about it just now when I wentinto the drawingroom answered KatherineWill everything be ready in time said HelenDear me cried Katherine I wonder if it will  What is to be doneif that tiresome Miss Dighten does not send home our dresses in timeWe must go and hurry her tomorrow  And I must get Mamma to go toBaysmouth this week to get our ribbons  I looked over all Mr Greenson Monday and he has not one bit of pink satin ribbon wide enough orfit to be seenOh but I meant the things in the churchthe cushions and the carvingon the Font said HelenOh dear yes the Font is very nearly done we saw today you knowand as to the cushions Mrs Webbe may have Sarah to help her and thenthey will certainly be finished  I wonder whether there will be anyfun said KatherineIs a Consecration an occasion for fun asked Helen very gravelyWhy no I do not exactly mean that replied Katherine but therewill be a great many people and the Mertons staying here and Rupertis always so full of funHmm said Helen I do not suppose he will be come back fromScotlandAnd Mrs Turner says continued Katherine that of course as theBishop is coming to luncheon after Church Mamma must give an elegantdejeuner a la fourchette to everybody  Next time I go to St MartinsStreet Mrs Turner is going to give me a receipt for makingblancmanger with some cheap stuff which looks quite as well asisinglass  It is made on chemical principles she says for she heardit all explained at the Mechanics Institute  And Aunt Anne will besure to bring us some of their grand fruit from Merton Hall What asetout it will be  The old Vicarage will not know itself howdelightful it will beSo you think the happiness of the Consecration day depends upon theparty and the luncheon said HelenNo no of course I do not said Katherine but we must think aboutthat too or we should not do what is properSomeone must said Helen but it is happy for us that we are notcalled upon to do so yetWhy we must help Mamma said Katherine I am sure that is our dutyCertainly said Helen but we need not dwell upon such thoughts forour own pleasureNo I do not I am sure said Katherine I do not care about thegrand dejeuner I am sure I think a great deal more about the Churchand the BishopI wonder whether he will come by the railroadAt this moment the door was thrown back hastily and Elizabeth theelder sister of Katherine and Helen darted in looking full ofindignation which she only wanted to pour forth without much caringwhether it was listened to with sympathy or notSo have you heard she began these Hazlebys are coming  Did youever hear of such a nuisance  Anything so preposterous  Mrs Hazlebyat a ConsecrationI should as soon think of asking Gillespie GrumachIt is for the Majors sake of course said Helen he will like tocomeAy but he is not coming he cannot get leave said Elizabeth if hewas I should not mind it so much but it is only Mrs Hazleby and thegirls for,0
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Produced by Charles Keller and David GarciaIllustration I will teach you to love me he criedTHE GRAIN OF DUST_A NOVEL_BY DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPSILLUSTRATED BY AB WENZELL1911LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSI will teach you to love he he criedYou wont make an outandout idiot of yourself will you UrsulaWould you like to think I was marrying you for what you haveor forany other reason whatever but for what you areIt has killed me he groanedShe glanced complacently down at her softly glistening shouldersFather    I have asked you not to interfere between Fred and meEvidently she had been cryingAt Josephines right sat a handsome young foreignerTHE GRAIN OF DUSTIInto the offices of Lockyer Sanders Benchley Lockyer  Normancorporation lawyers there drifted on a December afternoon a girl insearch of work at stenography and typewriting The firm was about themost important and most famousradical orators often said infamousinNew York The girl seemed at a glance about as unimportant and obscurean atom as the city hid in its vast ferment She was blondetawny hairfair skin blue eyes Aside from this hardly conclusive mark of identitythere was nothing positive nothing definite about her She was neithertall nor short neither fat nor thin neither grave nor gay She gavethe impression of a young person of the feminine genderthat andnothing more She was plainly dressed like thousands of other girlsin darkish blue jacket and skirt and white shirt waist Her boots andgloves were neat her hair simply and well arranged Perhaps in theserespectsin neatness and tasteshe did excel the average which isdepressingly low But in a city where more or less strikingly prettywomen bent upon being seen are as plentiful as the blackberries ofKentuckys Julyin New York no one would have given her a second lookthis quiet young woman screened in an atmosphere of selfeffacementShe applied to the head clerk It so happened that need for anothertypewriter had just arisen She got a trial showed enough skill towarrant the modest wage of ten dollars a week she became part of theoffice force of twenty or twentyfive young men and women similarlyemployed As her lack of skill was compensated by industry andregularity she would have a job so long as business did not slackenWhen it did she would be among the first to be let go She shrank intoher obscure niche in the great firm came and went in mouselikefashion said little obtruded herself never was all but forgottenNothing could have been more commonplace more trivial than the wholeincident The name of the girl was HallowellMiss Hallowell On thechief clerks pay roll appeared the additional information that herfirst name was Dorothea The head office boy in one of his occasionalspells of freshness addressed her as Miss Dottie She looked at himwith a puzzled expression it presently changed to a slight sweetsmile and she went about her business There was no rebuke in hermanner she was far too selfeffacing for anything so positive as themildest rebuke But the head office boy blushed awkwardlywhy he didnot know and could not discover though he often cogitated upon it Sheremained Miss HallowellOpposites suggest each other The dimmest personality in those officeswas the girl whose name imaged to everyone little more than a pencilnotebook and typewriting machine The vividest personality wasFrederick Norman In the list of names upon the outer doors of thefirms vast labyrinthine suite on the seventeenth floor of theSyndicate Building his name came lastand in the newest letteringsuggesting recentness of partnership In age he was the youngest of thepartners Lockyer was archaic Sanders an antique Benchley actuallyonly about fiftyfive had the air of one born in the grandfather classLockyer the son dyed his hair and affected jauntiness but was in factnot many years younger than Benchley and had the stiffening jerky legsof one paying for a lively youth Norman was thirtysevenat the agethe Greeks extolled as divine because it means all the best of youthcombined with all the best of manhood Some people thought Normanyounger almost boyish Those knew him uptown only where he hid the manof affairs beneath the man of the worldthatamusesitself Some peoplethought he looked and was older than the age with which thebiographical notices credited him They knew him down town onlywherehe dominated by sheer force of intellect and willAs has been said the firm ranked among the greatest in New YorkIt was a trusted counselor in large affairscommercial financialpoliticalin all parts of America in all parts of the globe for manyof its clients were international traffickers Yet this young man thisyoungest and most recent of the partners had within the month forced areorganization of the firmor rather of its profitson a basis thatgave him no less than one half of the wholeHis demand threw his four associates into paroxysms of rage andfearthe fear serving as a wholesome antidote to the rageIt certainly was infuriating that a youth admitted to partnershipbarely three years ago should thus maltreat his associates Ingratewas precisely the epithet for him At least so they honestly thoughtafter the quaint human fashion for because they had given him thepartnership they looked on themselves as his benefactors and neglectedas unimportant detail the sole and entirely selfish reason for theirgraciousness But enraged though these worthy gentlemen were andeagerly though they longed to treat the conceited and grasping upstartas he richly deserved they accepted his ultimatum Even the venerableand venerated Lockyerthan whom a more convinced selfdeceiver on thesubject of his own virtues never wore white whiskers black garmentsand the other badges of eminent respectabilityeven old Joseph Lockyercould not twist the acceptance into another manifestation of thebenevolence of himself and his associates They had to stare thegrimacing truth straight in the face they were yielding because theydared not refuse To refuse would mean the departure of Norman with thefirms most profitable business It costs heavily to live in New Yorkthe families of successful men are extravagant so conduct unbecoming agentleman may not there be resented if to resent is to cut down onesincome The time was as the dignified and nicely honorable Sandersobserved when these and,0
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesVeranildaByGeorge GissingCONTENTS       I  THE VANQUISHED ROMAN      II  BASILS VISION     III  THE DEACON LEANDER      IV  TO CUMAE       V  BASIL AND VERANILDA      VI  THE EMPERORS COMMAND     VII  HERESY    VIII  THE SNARE      IX  CHORSOMAN       X  THE ANICIANS      XI  SEEKING     XII  HELIODORA    XIII  THE SOUL OF ROME     XIV  SILVIAS DREAM      XV  YOUNG ROME     XVI  WHISPERS    XVII  LEANDER THE POLITIC   XVIII  PELAGIUS     XIX  THE PRISONER OF PRAENESTE      XX  THE ISLAND IN THE LIRIS     XXI  THE BETRAYER BETRAYED    XXII  DOOM   XXIII  THE RED HAND    XXIV  THE MOUNT OF THE MONK     XXV  THE ABBOTS TOWER    XXVI  VIVAS IN DEO   XXVII  THE KING OF THE GOTHS  XXVIII  AT HADRIANS VILLA    XXIX  ROME BELEAGUERED     XXX     CHAPTER ITHE VANQUISHED ROMANSeven years long had the armies of Justinian warred against the Gothsin Italy Victor from Rhegium to Ravenna the great commanderBelisarius had returned to the East Carrying captive a Gothic kingThe cities of the conquered land were garrisoned by barbarians of manytongues who bore the name of Roman soldiers the Italian peoplebrought low by slaughter dearth and plague crouched under therapacious tyranny of governors from ByzantiumThough children born when King Theodoric still reigned had yet scarcegrown to manhood that golden age seemed already a legend of the pastAthalaric Amalasuntha Theodahad last of the Amal blood had held thethrone in brief succession and were gone warriors chosen at will bythe Gothic host mere kings of the battlefield had risen and perishedreduced to a wandering tribe the nation which alone of her invadershad given peace and hope to Italy which alone had reverenced andupheld the laws polity culture of Rome would soon it was thoughtbe utterly destroyed or vanish in flight beyond the Alps Yet war didnot come to an end In the plain of the great river there was once morea chieftain whom the Goths had raised upon their shields a king mensaid glorious in youth and strength and able even yet to worst theEmperors generals His fame increased Ere long he was known to bemoving southward to have crossed the Apennines to have won a battlein Etruria The name of this young hero was TotilaIn these days the senators of Rome heirs to a title whose ancientpower and dignity were halfforgotten abode within the City underconstraint disguised as honour the conquerors hostages One amongthem of noblest name Flavius Anicius Maximus broken in health by thetroubles of the time and by private sorrow languishing all but untodeath in the heavy air of the Tiber was permitted to seek relief in avisit to which he would of his domains in Italy His birth his reputegave warrant of loyalty to the empire and his coffers furnished theprice put upon such a favour by Byzantine greed Maximus chose forrefuge his villa by the Campanian shore vast beautiful half in ruinwhich had been enjoyed by generations of the Anician family situatedabove the little town of Surrentum it caught the cooler breeze and onits mountainous promontory lay apart from the tramp of armies Here assummer burned into autumn the sick man lived in brooding silencefeeling his strength waste and holding to the world only by one desireThe household comprised his unwedded sister Petronilla a lady inmiddle age his nephew Basil and another kinsman Decius a studentand an invalid together with a physician certain freedmen whorendered services of trust a eunuch at the Command of Petronilla andthe usual body of male and female slaves Some score of glebeboundpeasants cultivated the large estate for their lords behoofNotwithstanding the distress that had fallen upon the Roman nobilitymany of whom were sunk into indigence the chief of the Anicii stillcontrolled large means and the disposal of these possessions at hisdeath was matter of interest to many personsnot least to the clergyof Rome who found in the dying mans sister a piously tenaciousadvocate Children had been born to Maximus but the only son whoreached mature years fell a victim to pestilence when Vitiges wascamped about the City There survived one daughter Aurelia Her thefather had not seen for years her he longed to see and to pardon erehe died For Aurelia widowed of her first husband in early youth hadused her liberty to love and wed a flaxenhaired barbarian a lord ofthe Goths and worse still had renounced the Catholic faith for thereligion of the Gothic people that heresy of Arianism condemned andabhorred by Rome In Consequence she became an outcast from her kithand kin Her husband commanded in the city of Cumae hard by NeapolisWhen this stronghold fell before the advance of Belisarius the Gothescaped soon after to die in battle Aurelia a captive of theConquerors remained at Cumae and still was living there though nolonger under restraint Because of its strength this ancient citybecame the retreat of many ladies who fled from Rome before thehardships and perils of the siege from them the proud and unhappywoman ever held apart yet she refused to quit the town when she wouldhave been permitted to do so From his terrace above the Surrentineshore Maximus gazed across the broad gulf to the hills that concealedCumae yearning for the last of his children When at length,13
Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team HTML version by Al HainesFIFTY FAMOUS FABLESBY LIDA BROWN McMURRYPRIMARY CRITIC TEACHER STATE NORMAL SCHOOL DE KALB ILLINOISB F JOHNSON PUBLISHING COMPANYPREFACEThe fifty fables in this book have been selected for second gradereading because they are easily comprehended by pupils of that gradeand because they teach lessons which every child should learnIt is not wise to tell the class the moral application of the fablesIt is better to have each pupil make his own application without anysuggestion from the teacherIn adapting the stories the conversational form has been largely usedthis form not only gives much pleasure to the children but it alsoaffords excellent opportunities for voice cultureMost of the stories have been successfully used for several years withclasses of children in the State Normal School at DeKalbCONTENTSDESIRABILITY OF SELFCONTROL  1 THE TORTOISE AND THE DUCKSRESULTS OF A MEAN JOKE  2 THE MOUSE AND THE FROG  3 THE BOYS AND THE FROGS  4 THE SHEPHERD BOY AND THE WOLFFOLLY OF QUARRELING  5 THE TWO GOATS  6 THE STRIKE OF THE MILL FEEDERS  7 THE FARMER AND HIS SONS  8 THE FOUR OXEN AND THE LIONDEEDS BETTER THAN WORDS  9  THE HUNTER AND THE FARMER  10 THE FOX IN THE WELL  11 THE MICE IN COUNCILFOLLY OF PRIDE  12 THE FOX AND THE CROW  13 THE VAIN CROW  14 THE HORSE AND THE LOADED DONKEY  15 THE LEAVES AND THE ROOTS  16 THE BULL AND THE GNATWISDOM OF HEEDING GOOD ADVICE  17 THE FARMER AND HIS THREE SONS  18 THE YOUNG FOX  19 VISIT OF THE MOUSE TO THE COUNTRY  20 THE TWO DOVESBASENESS OF DECEIT  21 THE HORSE AND THE WOLF  22 THE BIRDS THE BEASTS AND THE BAT  23 THE BEES THE DRONES AND THE WASP  24 THE WOODMAN AND HIS AXE  25 THE FOX WITH HIS TAIL CUT OFF  26 THE BLACKBIRD AND THE DOVERESULTS OF GREEDINESS  27 THE GREEDY DOG  28 THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLD EGGSDESIRABILITY OF CONTENTMENT  29 THE DONKEY AND HIS MASTERS  30 THE COBBLER AND THE RICH MANVALUE OF THINKING FOR ONESELF  31 THE ICE KING  32 THE WOLF THE GOAT AND THE KID  33 THE WISE GOAT  34 THE SHEPHERD AND THE DOGS  35 THE BOY AND THE NUTS  36 THE CROW AND THE PITCHER  37 THE GROCER AND HIS DONKEY  38 THE THREE FISHWISDOM OF SELFRELIANCE  39 THE WAGONER  40 THE LARK AND THE FARMERKINDNESS AND ITS RESULTS  41 THE LION AND THE MOUSE  42 THE ANT AND THE DOVE  43 THE HAPPY FAMILY  44 THE TYRANT WHO BECAME A JUST RULERMISCELLANEOUSWISDOM OF PERSEVERANCE  45 THE HARE AND THE TORTOISEFOLLY OF TRYING TO PLEASE EVERYBODY  46 THE MILLER HIS SON AND THEIR DONKEYAPPEARANCES SOMETIMES DECEITFUL  47 THE PUG DOG AND HIS SHADOWPUNISHMENT OF TREACHERY  48 THE PARTRIDGE IN THE NETGENTLENESS BETTER THAN HARSHNESS  49 THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUNMEANNESS OF SELFISHNESS  50 THE CAMEL AND HIS MASTERFIFTY FAMOUS FABLESTHE TORTOISE AND THE DUCKSTake me with you please called a tortoise to a gray duck and awhite duck that were flying overThe ducks heard the tortoise and flew down toward himDo you really wish to go with us asked the ducks as they came to theground near the tortoiseI surely do replied the tortoise Will you please take meWhy yes I think we can do so said the white duck slowlyThe two ducks talked together in low tones for a few minutes Then theyflew to the woods They soon brought back a strong twig and dropped itin front of the tortoiseNow said the ducks if we take you off to see the world you mustpromise us one thingWhat is that asked the tortoise I will promise almost anything ifyou will let me goYou must promise not to say one word while you are in the air NOT ONEWORD replied the ducksAll right I promise said the tortoise Sometimes I do not say aword for a whole day because there is no one to listen to meWell take firm hold of the middle of the twig we are ready tostart said the gray duckIf you value your life you must hold on tightly said the white duckThe tortoise took hold of the middle of the twig and each duck tookhold of one endThen they flew up up up while the tortoise swung from the middle ofthe twig How he enjoyed it He had never had such a rideThey had gone a long way safely when they came to a hayfield Thehaymakers looked up and saw the ducks and the tortoiseHo ho the tortoise has stolen some wings called one of thehaymakersWhat a queer carriage he has laughed another in a loud voiceI pity his horses said anotherThis made the tortoise so angry that he cried out You but no oneknows what he was going to say for he fell to the ground and waskilledFootnote Adapted from The Tortoise and the Geese in a book of thesame name published by Houghton Mifflin CoTHE MOUSE AND THE FROGA frog while out walking one day saw a mouse coming toward himThere is that foolish mouse said he I will play a good joke onhim and he grinned as he thought how much fun he would haveAs they met the frog said Good morning Sir Mouse I hope I find youwell todayVery well replied the mouse How are youMy health is not very good so I have taken a holiday If you are notbusy what do you say to our spending the day togetherGood answered the mouse I have little to do and nothing would suitme better So they started off togetherThey had not gone far when the frog said Let me tie one of,24
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesTHE FORTUNATE YOUTHBYWILLIAM J LOCKECHAPTER IPAUL KEGWORTHY lived with his mother Mrs Button his stepfather MrButton and six little Buttons his half brothers and sisters His wasnot an ideal home it consisted in a bedroom a kitchen and a sculleryin a grimy little house in a grimy street made up of rows of exactlysimilar grimy little houses and forming one of a hundred similarstreets in a northern manufacturing town Mr and Mrs Button worked ina factory and took in as lodgers grimy single men who also worked infactories They were not a model couple they were rather in fact thescandal of Budge Street which did not itself enjoy in Bludston areputation for holiness Neither was good to look upon Mr Button whowas Lancashire bred and born divided the yearnings of his spiritbetween strong drink and dogfights Mrs Button a viperous Londoneryearned for noise When Mr Button came home drunk he punched his wifeabout the head and kicked her about the body while they both exhaustedthe vocabulary of vituperation of North and South to the horror andedification of the neighbourhood When Mr Button was sober Mrs Buttonchastised little Paul She would have done so when Mr Button wasdrunk but she had not the time The periods therefore of hismothers martyrdom were those of Pauls enfranchisement If he saw hisstepfather come down the street with steady gait he fled in terror ifhe saw him reeling homeward he lingered about with light and joyousheartThe brood of young Buttons was fed spasmodically and clad at randombut their meals were regular and their raiment well assorted comparedwith Pauls Naturally they came in for clouts and thumps like all thechildren in Budge Street it was only Paul who underwent organizedchastisement The little Buttons often did wrong but in the motherseyes Paul could never do right In an animal way she was fond of thechildren of Button and in a way equally animal she bore a venomousdislike to the child of Kegworthy Who and what Kegworthy had beenneither Paul nor any inhabitant of Bludston knew Once the boyinquired and she broke a worn fryingpan over his head Kegworthywhoever he might have been was wrapt in mystery She had appeared inthe town when Paul was a year old giving herself out as a widow Thatshe was by no means destitute was obvious from the fact that she atonce rented the house in Budge Street took in lodgers and lived ather ease Button who was one of the lodgers cast upon her the eyes ofdesire and married her Why she married Button she could neverdetermine Perhaps she had a romantic ideaand there is romance evenin Budge Streetthat Button would support her He very soon shatteredany such illusion by appropriating the remainder of her fortune andkicking her into the factory with hobnailed boots It would be wrong tosay that Mrs Button did not complain she did She tent the air ofBudge Street with horrible execration but she went to the factorywhere save for the intervals of retirement rendered necessary by thebirths of the little Buttons she was contented enough to stayIf Paul Kegworthy had been of the same fibre as the little Buttons hewould have felt thought and acted as they and this history wouldnever have been written He would have grown up to mans estate in thefactory and have been merged an indistinguishable unit in the drab massof clothcapped humans who at certain hours of the day flood thestreets of Bludston and swarm on the roofs of clanging and shriekingtramcars and on Saturday afternoons gather in clotted greyness on thefootball ground He might have been sober and industrioustheproletariat of Bludston is not entirely composed of Buttonsbut hewould have taken the colour of his environment and the world outsideBludston would never have heard of him Paul however differed greatlyfrom the little Buttons They children of the grey cap and the redshawl resembled hundreds of thousands of little human rabbitssimilarly parented Only the trained eye could have identified themamong a score or two of their congeners For the most part they weredingily fair with snub noses coarse mouths and eyes of anindeterminate blue Of that type once blowsily goodlooking was MrsButton herself But Paul wandered a changeling about the Bludstonstreets In the rows of urchins in the crowded Board School classroomhe sat as conspicuous as any little Martian who might have been bundleddown to earth He had wavy black hair of raven black a dark olivecomplexion flushed in spite of haphazard nourishment and nights spenton the stone floor of the reeking scullery with the warm blood ofhealth great liquid black eyes and the exquisitely delicate featuresof a young Praxitelean god It was this preposterous perfection whichwhile redeeming him from ridiculous beauty by giving his childish facea certain rigidity differentiated him outwardly from his fellows MrButton to whom the unusual was anathema declared that the sight ofthe monstrosity made him sick and rarely suffered him in his presenceand one day Mrs Button discovering him in front of the cracked mirrorin which Mr Button shaved when his hand was steady enough on Sundayafternoons smote him over the face with a pound of rump steak whichshe happened to be carrying instinctively desirous not only to correcther son for vanity but also to spoil the comeliness of which he mightbe vainUntil a wonderful and illuminating happening in his eleventh yearlittle Paul Kegworthy had taken existence with the fatalism of a childOf his stepfather who smelt lustily of sour beer bad tobacco andincidentally of other things undetected by Pauls nostrils and whom hesaw rarely he dwelt in mortal terror When he heard of the Devil atSunday school which he attended to his stepfathers disgust hepictured the Prince of Darkness not as a gentleman not even as apicturesque personage with horns and tail but as Mr Button Asregards his mother he had a confused idea that he was a living blighton her existence He was not sorry because it was not his fault butin his childish way he,13
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesTHE LOST WORDA Christmas Legend of Long AgoByHENRY VAN DYKENew YorkMDCCCXCVIIIDEDICATED TO MY FRIEND HAMILTON W MABIECONTENTS   I THE POVERTY OF HERMAS  II A CHRISTMAS LOSS III PARTING BUT NO FAREWELL  IV LOVE IN SEARCH OF A WORD   V RICHES WITHOUT REST  VI GREAT FEAR AND RECOVERED JOYITHE POVERTY OF HERMASCOME down Hermas come down The night is past It is time to bestirring Christ is born today Peace be with you in His name Makehaste and come downA little group of young men were standing in a street of Antioch inthe dusk of early morning fifteen hundred years ago It was a classof candidates who had nearly finished their two years of trainingfor the Christian church They had come to call their fellowstudentHermas from his lodgingTheir voices rang out cheerily through the cool air They were fullof that glad sense of life which the young feel when they awake andcome to rouse one who is still sleeping There was a note offriendly triumph in their call as if they were exultingunconsciously in having begun the adventure of the new day beforetheir comradeBut Hermas was not asleep He had been waking for hours and thedark walls of his narrow lodging had been a prison to his restlessheart A nameless sorrow and discontent had fallen upon him and hecould find no escape from the heaviness of his own thoughtsThere is a sadness of youth into which the old cannot enter Itseems to them unreal and causeless But it is even more bitter andburdensome than the sadness of age There is a sting of resentmentin it a fever of angry surprise that the world should so soon be adisappointment and life so early take on the look of a failure Ithas little reason in it perhaps but it has all the more wearinessand gloom because the man who is oppressed by it feels dimly thatit is an unnatural and an unreasonable thing that he should beseparated from the joy of his companions and tired of living beforehe has fairly begun to liveHermas had fallen into the very depths of this strange selfpity Hewas out of tune with everything around him He had been thinkingthrough the dead still night of all that he had given up when heleft the house of his father the wealthy pagan Demetrius to jointhe company of the Christians Only two years ago he had been one ofthe richest young men in Antioch Now he was one of the poorest Andthe worst of it was that though he had made the choice willinglyand accepted the sacrifice with a kind of enthusiasm he was alreadydissatisfied with itThe new life was no happier than the old He was weary of vigils andfasts weary of studies and penances weary of prayers and sermonsHe felt like a slave in a treadmill He knew that he must go on Hishonour his conscience his sense of duty bound him He could notgo back to the old careless pagan life again for something hadhappened within him which made a return impossible Doubtless he hadfound the true religion but he had found it only as a task and aburden its joy and peace had slipped away from himHe felt disillusioned and robbed He sat beside his hard littlecouch waiting without expectancy for the gray dawn of another emptyday and hardly lifting his head at the shouts of his friendsCome down Hermas you sluggard Come down It is Christmas mornAwake and be glad with usI am coming he answered listlessly only have patience a momentI have been awake since midnight and waiting for the dayYou hear him said his friends one to another How he puts us allto shame He is more watchful more eager than any of us Ourmaster John the Presbyter does well to be proud of him He is thebest man in our class When he is baptized the church will get astrong memberWhile they were talking the door opened and Hermas stepped out Hewas a figure to be remarked in any companytall broadshoulderedstraighthipped with a head proudly poised on the firm column ofthe neck and short brown curls clustering over the square foreheadIt was the perpetual type of vigourous and intelligent young manhoodsuch as may be found in every century among the throngs of ordinarymen as if to show what the flower of the race should be But thelight in his dark blue eyes was clouded and uncertain his smoothcheeks were leaner than they should have been at twenty and therewere downward lines about his mouth which spoke of desires unsatisfiedand ambitions repressed He joined his companions with briefgreetingsa nod to one a word to anotherand they passed togetherdown the steep streetOverhead the mystery of daybreak was silently transfiguring the skyThe curtain of darkness had lifted softly upward along the edge ofthe horizon The ragged crests of Mount Silpius were outlined withpale rosy light In the central vault of heaven a few large starstwinkled drowsily The great city still chiefly pagan lay morethan half asleep But multitudes of the Christians dressed in whiteand carrying lighted torches in their hands were hurrying towardthe Basilica of Constantine to keep the latest holy day of thechurch the new festival of the birthday of their MasterThe vast bare building was soon crowded and the younger convertswho were not yet permitted to stand among the baptized found itdifficult to come to their appointed place between the first twopillars of the house just within the threshold There was somegoodhumoured pressing and jostling about the door but thecandidates pushed steadily forwardBy your leave friends our station is beyond you Will you let uspass Many thanksA touch here a courteous nod there a little patience a littlepersistence and at last they stood in their place Hermas wastaller than his companions he could look easily over their headsand survey the white sea of people stretching away through thecolumns under the shadows of the high roof as the,44
Produced by Duncan Harrod  HTML version by Al HainesThe Tides Of BarnegatbyF Hopkinson SmithCONTENTS       I  THE DOCTORS GIG      II  SPRING BLOSSOMS     III  LITTLE TOD FOGARTY      IV  ANN GOSSAWAYS RED CLOAK       V  CAPTAIN NATS DECISION      VI  A GAME OF CARDS     VII  THE EYES OF AN OLD PORTRAIT    VIII  AN ARRIVAL      IX  THE SPREAD OF FIRE       X  A LATE VISITOR      XI  MORTON COBDENS DAUGHTER     XII  A LETTER FROM PARIS    XIII  SCOOTSYS EPITHET     XIV  HIGH WATER AT YARDLEY      XV  A PACKAGE OF LETTERS     XVI  THE BEGINNING OF THE EBB    XVII  BREAKERS AHEAD   XVIII  THE SWEDES STORY     XIX  THE BREAKING OF THE DAWN      XX  THE UNDERTOW     XXI  THE MAN IN THE SLOUCH HAT    XXII  THE CLAW OF THE SEAPUSSTHE TIDES OF BARNEGATCHAPTER ITHE DOCTORS GIGOne lovely spring morningand this story begins on a spring morningsome fifty years or more agoa joy of a morning that made one glad tobe alive when the radiant sunshine had turned the ribbon of a roadthat ran from Warehold village to Barnegat Light and the sea to satinthe wide marshes to velvet and the belts of stunted pines to bands ofpurpleon this spring morning then Martha Sands the Cobdens nursewas out with her dog Meg She had taken the little beast to the innerbeach for a batha custom of hers when the weather was fine and thewater not too coldand was returning to Warehold by way of the roadwhen calling the dog to her side she stopped to feast her eyes on thepicture unrolled at her feetTo the left of where she stood curved the coast glistening like ascimitar and the strip of yellow beach which divided the narrow bayfrom the open sea to the right thrust out into the sheen of silverlay the spit of sand narrowing the inlet its edges scalloped with lacefoam its extreme point dominated by the grim tower of Barnegat Lightaloft high into the blue soared the gulls flashing like jewels asthey lifted their breasts to the sun while away and beyond the sailsof the fishingboats gray or silver in their shifting tacks crawledover the wrinkled seaThe glory of the landscape fixed in her mind Martha gathered her shawlabout her shoulders tightened the strings of her white cap smoothedout her apron and with the remark to Meg that hed never see nothinso beautiful nor so restful resumed her walkThey were inseparable these two and had been ever since the day shehad picked him up outside the tavern half starved and with a sorepatch on his back where some kitchenmaid had scalded him Somehow thepoor outcast brought home to her a sad page in her own history whenshe herself was homeless and miserable and no hand was stretched outto her So she had coddled and fondled him gaining his confidence dayby day and talking to him by the hour of whatever was uppermost in hermindFew friendships presented stronger contrasts She stout andmotherlylookingtoo stout for any waistlinewith kindly blue eyessmooth gray hairgray not whiteher round rosy face framed in acotton cap aglow with the freshness of the morninga comfortingcoddlingup kind of woman of fifty with a low crooning voice gentlefingers and soft restful hollows about her shoulders and bosom forthe heads of tired babies Meg thin rickety and sneakeyed with abroken tail that hung at an angle and but one ear a blackandtan hadruined the othera sandycolored roughhaired goodfornothing curof multifarious lineage who was either crouching at her feet or infull cry for some hole in a fence or rift in a woodpile where he couldflatten out and sulk in safetyMartha continued her talk to Meg While she had been studying thelandscape he had taken the opportunity to wallow in whatever camefirst and his wet hair was bristling with sand and matted with burrsCome here Megyou measly rascal she cried stamping her footCome here I tell yeThe dog crouched close to the ground waited until Martha was nearenough to lay her hand upon him and then with a backward springdarted under a bush in full blossomLook at ye now she shouted in a commanding tone Taint no use omy washin ye Yere full o thistles and jest as dirty as when Ithrowed ye in the water Come out o that I tell ye Now Megdarlinthis came in a coaxing tonecome out like a good dogsureIm not goin in them brambles to hunt yeA clatter of hoofs rang out on the morning air A twowheeled gig drawnby a wellgroomed sorrel horse and followed by a brownhaired Irishsetter was approaching In it sat a man of thirty dressed in a longmousecolored surtout with a wide cape falling to the shoulders On hishead was a soft gray hat and about his neck a white scarf showing abovethe lapels of his coat He had thin shapely legs a flat waist andsquare shoulders above which rose a cleanshaven face of singularsweetness and refinementAt the sound of the wheels the tattered cur poked his head from betweenthe blossoms twisted his one ear to catch the sound and with asidespring bounded up the road toward the setterWell I declare if it aint Dr John Cavendish and Rex Marthaexclaimed raising both hands in welcome as the horse stopped besideher Goodmornin to ye Doctor John I thought it was you but thesun blinded me and I couldnt see And ye never saw a better nor abrighter mornin,0
Produced by Judith Boss and Marvin PetersonSONG OF THE LARKBy Willa Cather1915 editionCONTENTS    PART I  FRIENDS OF CHILDHOOD        II  THE SONG OF THE LARK       III  STUPID FACES        IV  THE ANCIENT PEOPLE         V  DOCTOR ARCHIES VENTURE        VI  KRONBORG             EPILOGUEPART I FRIENDS OF CHILDHOODIDr Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewishclothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight inMoonstone His offices were in the Duke Block over the drug storeLarry the doctors man had lit the overhead light in the waitingroomand the double students lamp on the desk in the study The isinglasssides of the hardcoal burner were aglow and the air in the study wasso hot that as he came in the doctor opened the door into his littleoperatingroom where there was no stove The waiting room was carpetedand stiffly furnished something like a country parlor The study hadworn unpainted floors but there was a look of winter comfort about itThe doctors flattop desk was large and well made the papers were inorderly piles under glass weights Behind the stove a wide bookcasewith double glass doors reached from the floor to the ceiling It wasfilled with medical books of every thickness and color On the top shelfstood a long row of thirty or forty volumes bound all alike in darkmottled board covers with imitation leather backsAs the doctor in New England villages is proverbially old so the doctorin small Colorado towns twentyfive years ago was generally youngDr Archie was barely thirty He was tall with massive shoulderswhich he held stiffly and a large wellshaped head He was adistinguishedlooking man for that part of the world at leastThere was something individual in the way in which his reddishbrownhair parted cleanly at the side bushed over his high forehead Hisnose was straight and thick and his eyes were intelligent He wore acurly reddish mustache and an imperial cut trimly which made him looka little like the pictures of Napoleon III His hands were large andwell kept but ruggedly formed and the backs were shaded with crinklyreddish hair He wore a blue suit of woolly widewaled serge thetraveling men had known at a glance that it was made by a Denver tailorThe doctor was always well dressedDr Archie turned up the students lamp and sat down in the swivel chairbefore his desk He sat uneasily beating a tattoo on his knees with hisfingers and looked about him as if he were bored He glanced at hiswatch then absently took from his pocket a bunch of small keysselected one and looked at it A contemptuous smile barely perceptibleplayed on his lips but his eyes remained meditative Behind the doorthat led into the hall under his buffaloskin drivingcoat was a lockedcupboard This the doctor opened mechanically kicking aside a pile ofmuddy overshoes Inside on the shelves were whiskey glasses anddecanters lemons sugar and bitters Hearing a step in the emptyechoing hall without the doctor closed the cupboard again snapping theYale lock The door of the waitingroom opened a man entered and cameon into the consultingroomGoodevening Mr Kronborg said the doctor carelessly Sit downHis visitor was a tall loosely built man with a thin brown beardstreaked with gray He wore a frock coat a broadbrimmed black hat awhite lawn necktie and steel rimmed spectacles Altogether there was apretentious and important air about him as he lifted the skirts of hiscoat and sat downGoodevening doctor Can you step around to the house with me I thinkMrs Kronborg will need you this evening This was said with profoundgravity and curiously enough with a slight embarrassmentAny hurry the doctor asked over his shoulder as he went into hisoperatingroomMr Kronborg coughed behind his hand and contracted his brows His facethreatened at every moment to break into a smile of foolish excitementHe controlled it only by calling upon his habitual pulpit manner WellI think it would be as well to go immediately Mrs Kronborg will bemore comfortable if you are there She has been suffering for sometimeThe doctor came back and threw a black bag upon his desk He wrote someinstructions for his man on a prescription pad and then drew on hisovercoat All ready he announced putting out his lamp Mr Kronborgrose and they tramped through the empty hall and down the stairway tothe street The drug store below was dark and the saloon next door wasjust closing Every other light on Main Street was outOn either side of the road and at the outer edge of the board sidewalkthe snow had been shoveled into breastworks The town looked small andblack flattened down in the snow muffled and all but extinguishedOverhead the stars shone gloriously It was impossible not to noticethem The air was so clear that the white sand hills to the east ofMoonstone gleamed softly Following the Reverend Mr Kronborg along thenarrow walk past the little dark sleeping houses the doctor looked upat the flashing night and whistled softly It did seem that people werestupider than they need be as if on a night like this there ought to besomething better to do than to sleep nine hours or to assist MrsKronborg in functions which she could have performed so admirablyunaided He wished he had gone down to Denver to hear Fay Templeton singSeeSaw Then he remembered that he had a personal interest in thisfamily after all They turned into another street and saw before themlighted windows a low storyandahalf house with a wing built on atthe right and a kitchen addition at the back everything a little on theslantroofs windows and doors As they approached the gate PeterKronborgs pace grew brisker His nervous ministerial cough annoyed thedoctor Exactly as if he were,67
Produced by David WidgerVITTORIABy George MeredithCONTENTS  BOOK 1  I        UP MONTE MOTTERONE  II       ON THE HEIGHTS  III      SIGNORINA VITTORIA  IV       AMMIANIS INTERCESSION  V        THE SPY  VI       THE WARNING  VII      BARTO RIZZO  VIII     THE LETTER  BOOK 2  IX       IN VERONA  X        THE POPES MOUTH  XI       LAURA PIAVENI  XII      THE BRONZE BUTTERFLY  XIII     THE PLOT OF THE SIGNOR ANTONIO  BOOK 3  XIV      AT THE MAESTROS DOOR  XV       AMMIANI THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT  XVI      COUNTESS AMMIANI  XVII     IN THE PIAZZA DARMI  XVIII    THE NIGHT OF THE FIFTEENTH  XIX      THE PRIMA DONNA  BOOK 4  XX       THE OPERA OF CAMILLA  XXI      THE THIRD ACT  XXII     WILFRID COMES FORWARD  XXIII    FIRST HOURS OF THE FLIGHT  XXIV     ADVENTURES OF VITTORIA AND ANGELO  XXV      ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS  BOOK 5  XXVI     THE DUEL IN THE PASS  XXVII    A NEW ORDEAL  XXVIII   THE ESCAPE OF ANGELO  BOOK 6  XXIX     EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TOBACCO RIOTS            RINALDO GUIDASCARPI  XXX      EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE FIVE DAYS OF MILAN  XXXI     EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARVITTORIA DISOBEYS HER LOVER  XXXII    EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TREACHERY OF            PERICLESTHE WRITE UMBRELLATHE DEATH OF RINALDO GUIDASCARPI  BOOK 7  XXXIII   EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARCOUNT KARL LENKENSTEIN            THE STORY OF THE GUIDASCARPITHE VICTORY OF THE VOLUNTEERS  XXXIV    EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE DEEDS OF BARTO RIZZO            THE MEETING AT ROVEREDO  XXXV     CLOSE OF THE LOMBARD CAMPAIGNVITTORIAS PERPLEXITY  XXXVI    A FRESH ENTANGLEMENT  XXXVII   ON LAGO MAGGIORE  XXXVIII  VIOLETTA DISORELLA  XXXIX    ANNA OF LENKENSTEIN  BOOK 8  XL       THROUGH THE WINTER  XLI      THE INTERVIEW  XLII     THE SHADOW OF CONSPIRACY  XLIII    THE LAST MEETING IN MILAN  XLIV     THE WIFE AND THE HUSBAND  XLV      SHOWS MANY PATHS CONVERGING TO THE END  XLVI     THE LAST            EPILOGUECHAPTER IFrom Monte Motterone you survey the Lombard plain It is a towering domeof green among a hundred pinnacles of grey and rustred crags Atdawn the summit of the mountain has an eagle eye for the far Venetianboundary and the barrier of the Apennines but with sunrise come themists The vast brown level is seen narrowing in the Ticino and theSesia waters nearest quiver on the air like sleepy lakes the plain isengulphed up to the high ridges of the distant Southern mountain rangewhich lie stretched to a faint cloudlike line in shape like a solitarymonster of old seas crossing the Deluge Long arms of vapour stretchacross the urnlike valleys and gradually thickening and swellingupward enwrap the scored bodies of the ashenfaced peaks and thepastures of the green mountain till the heights become islands overa forgotten earth Bells of herds down the hidden run of the sweetgrasses and a continuous leaping of its rivulets give the Motteronea voice of youth and homeliness amid that stern company of Titanheadsfor whom the hawk and the vulture cry The storm has beaten at themuntil they have got the aspect of the storm They take colour fromsunlight and are joyless in colour as in shade When the lower worldis under pushing steam they wear the look of the revolted sons of Timefast chained before scornful heaven in an iron peace Day at last bringsvigorous fire arrows of light pierce the mistwreaths the dancingdraperies the floors of vapour and the mountain of piled pasturages isseen with its foot on the shore of Lago Maggiore Down an extreme gulfthe full sunlight as if darting on a jewel in the deeps seizes thebluegreen lake with its isles The villages along the darklywoodedborders of the lake show white as clustered swans here and there atented boat is visible shooting from terraces of vines or hanging onits shadow Monte Boscero is unveiled the semicircle of the Piedmonteseand the Swiss peaks covering Lake Orta behind on along the Ticineseand the Grisons leftward toward and beyond the Lugano hills stand barein black and grey and rustred and purple You behold a burnished realmof mountain and plain beneath the royal sun of Italy In the foregroundit shines hard as the lines of an irradiated Cellini shield Fartheraway over middle ranges that are soft and clear it melts confusingthe waters with hot rays and the forests with darkness to wherewavering in and out of view like,41
Produced by David WidgerONE OF OUR CONQUERORS CompleteBy George Meredith1897CONTENTS  BOOK 1  I        ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE  II       THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE  III      OLD VEUVE  IV       THE SECOND BOTTLE  V        THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD  VI       NATALY  VII      BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THE WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL  VIII     SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS  IX       AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS  X        SKEPSEY IN MOTION  XI       WHEREIN WE BEHOLD THE COUPLE JUSTIFIED OF LOVE HAVING SIGHT OF            THEIR SCOURGE  BOOK 2  XII      TREATS OF THE DUMBNESS POSSIBLE WITH MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD            HAVING ONE HEART  XIII     THE LATEST OF MRS BURMAN  XIV      DISCLOSES A STAGE ON THE DRIVE TO PARIS  XV       A PATRIOT ABROAD  XVI      ACCOUNTS FOR SKEPSEYS MISCONDUCT SHOWING HOW IT AFFECTED            NATALY  XVII     CHIEFLY UPON THE THEME OF A YOUNG MAIDS IMAGININGS  XVIII    SUITORS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA  BOOK 3  XIX      TREATS OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE AND THE DISSENSION BETWEEN            THEM AND OF A SATIRISTS MALIGNITY IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS            COUNTRY  XX       THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELAND  XXI      DARTREY FENELLAN  XXII     CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN  XXIII    TREATS OF THE LADIES LAPDOG TASSO FOR AN INSTANCE OF MOMENTOUS            EFFECTS PRODUCED BY VERY MINOR CAUSES  XXIV     NESTAS ENGAGEMENT  BOOK 4  XXV      NATALY IN ACTION  XXVI     IN WHICH WE SEE A CONVENTIONAL GENTLE MAN ENDEAVOURING TO            EXAMINE A SPECTRE OF HIMSELF  XXVII    CONTAINS WHAT IS A SMALL THING OR A GREAT AS THE SOUL OF THE            CHIEF ACTOR MAY DECIDE  XXVIII   MRS MARSETT  XXIX     SHOWS ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD CROSSING A VIRGINS MIND  XXX      THE BURDEN UPON NESTA  XXXI     SHOWS HOW THE SQUIRES IN A CONQUERORS SERVICE HAVE AT TIMES TO            DO KNIGHTLY CONQUEST OF THEMSELVES  XXXII    SHOWS HOW TEMPER MAY KINDLE TEMPER AND AN INDIGNANT WOMAN GET            HER WEAPON  XXXIII   A PAIR OF WOOERS  XXXIV    CONTAINS DEEDS UNRELATED AND EXPOSITIONS OF FEELINGS  XXXV     IN WHICH AGAIN WE MAKE USE OF THE OLD LAMPS FOR LIGHTING AN            ABYSMAL DARKNESS  BOOK 5  XXXVI    NESTA AND HER FATHER  XXXVII   THE MOTHERTHE DAUGHTER  XXXVIII  NATALY NESTA AND DARTREY FENELLAN  XXXIX    A CHAPTER IN THE SHADOW OF MRS MARSETT  XL       AN EXPIATION  XLI      THE NIGHT OF THE GREAT UNDELIVERED SPEECH  XLII     THE LASTCHAPTER I ACROSS LONDON BRIDGEA gentleman noteworthy for a lively countenance and a waistcoat tomatch it crossing London Bridge at noon on a gusty April day wasalmost magically detached from his conflict with the gale by some slystrip of slipperiness abounding in that conduit of the markets whichhad more or less adroitly performed the trick upon preceding passengersand now laid this one flat amid the shuffle of feet peaceful for themoment as the uncomplaining who have gone to Sabrina beneath the tidesHe was unhurt quite sound merely astonished he remarked in reply tothe inquiries of the first kind helper at his elbow and it appeared anacceptable statement of his condition He laughed shook his coattailssmoothed the back of his head rather thoughtfully thankfully receivedhis runaway hat nodded bright beams to right and left and making lightof the muddy stigmas imprinted by the pavement he scattered anothershower of his nods and smiles around to signify that as his goodfriends would wish he thoroughly felt his legs and could walk unaidedAnd he was in the act of doing it questioning his familiar behindthe waistcoat amazedly to tell him how such a misadventure could haveoccurred to him of all men when a glance below his chin discomposed hisoutward face Oh confound the fellow he said with simple franknessand was humorously ruffled having seen absurd blots of smutty knucklesdistributed over the maiden waistcoatHis outcry was no more than the confidential communication of a genialspirit with that distinctive article of his attire At the same timefor these friendly people about him to share the fun of the annoyancehe looked hastily brightly back seeming with the contraction of hisbrows to frown on the little band of observant Samaritans in thecentre,13
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesLOST IN THE FOGbyJAMES DE MILLE1870IOld Acquaintances gather around old ScenesAntelope ahoyHow areyou SolomonRoundabout Plan of a round about VoyageThe Doctorwarns rebukes and remonstrates but alas in vainIt must bedoneBeginning of a highly eventful VoyageIt was a beautiful morning in the month of July when a crowd of boysassembled on the wharf of Grand Pre  The tide was high the turbidwaters of Mud Creek flowed around a fresh breeze blew and if anycraft was going to sea she could not have found a better time  Thecrowd consisted chiefly of boys though a few men were mingled withthem  These boys were from Grand Pre School and are all oldacquaintances  There was the stalwart frame of Bruce the Roman faceof Arthur the bright eyes of Bart the slender frame of Phil and theearnest glance of Tom  There too was Pats merry smile and thestolid look of Bogud and the meditative solemnity of Jiggins not tospeak of others whose names need not be mentioned  Amid the crowd theface of Captain Corbet was conspicuous and the dark visage of Solomonwhile that of the mate was distinguishable in the distance  To allthese the good schooner Antelope formed the centre of attraction andalso of action  It was on board of her that the chief bustle tookplace and towards her that all eyes were turnedThe good schooner Antelope had made several voyages during the past fewmonths and now presented herself to the eye of the spectator not muchchanged from her former self  A fine fresh coat of coal tar had butrecently ornamented her fair exterior while a coat of whitewash insidethe hold had done much to drive away the odor of the fragrant potatoRigging and sails had been repaired as well as circumstances wouldpermit and in the opinion of her gallant captain she was eminentlyseaworthyOn the present occasion things bore the appearance of a voyage Trunkswere passed on board and put below together with coats cloaksbedding and baskets of provisions  The deck was strewn about with themultifarious requisites of a ships company  The Antelope at thattime seemed in part an emigrant vessel with a dash of the yacht andthe coasting schoonerIn the midst of all this two gentlemen worked their way through thecrowd to the edge of the wharfWell boys said one well captain whats the meaning of all thisCaptain Corbet started at this and looked up from a desperate effortto secure the end of one of the sailsWhy Dr Porter said he why doctorhow dye doand Mr Longtoowhy raillyThe boys also stopped their work and looked towards their teacherswith a little uneasinessWhats all this said Dr Porter looking around with a smile areyou getting up another expeditionWal no said Captain Corbet not xactly fact is were kine ogoin to take a vyge deoun the bayDown the bayYes  You see the boys kine o want to go home by water rayther thanby landBy water  Home by water repeated Mr Long doubtfullyYes said Captain Corbet an bein as the schewner was in goodrepair an corked an coaltarred an whitewashed up fust rate I kineo thought it would redound to our mootooil benefit if we went off onsich a excursionbein pleasanter cheaper comfortabler an every waypreferable to a land towerHem said Dr Porter looking uneasily about  I dont altogetherlike it  Boys what does it all meanThus appealed to Bart became spokesman for the boysWhy sir said he we thought wed like to go home by waterthatsallGo home by water repeated the doctor once more with a curious smileYes sirWhat by the Bay of FundyYes sirWho are goingWell sir there are only a few of us  Bruce and Arthur and Tomand Phil and Pat besides myselfBruce and Arthur said the doctor are they going home by the Bay ofFundyYes sir said Bart with a smileI dont see how they can get to the Gulf of St Lawrence and PrinceEdwards Island from the Bay of Fundy said the doctor without goinground Nova Scotia and that will be a journey of many hundred milesO no sir said Bruce we are going first to MonctonO is that the ideaYes sirAnd where will you go from MonctonTo Shediac and then homeAnd are you going to Newfoundland by that route Tom asked thedoctorYes sir said Tom gravelyFrom ShediacYes sirI never knew before that there were vessels going from Shediac toNewfoundlandO Im going to Prince Edwards Island first sir with Bruce andArthur said Tom  Ill find my way home from thereThe doctor smiledIm afraid youll find it a long journey before you reach home Wontyour friends be anxiousO no sir  I wrote that I wanted to visit Bruce and Arthur and theygave me leaveAnd you Phil are you going home by the AntelopeYes sirYou are going exactly in a straight line away from itAm I sirOf course you are  This isnt the way to ChesterWell sir you see Im going to visit Bart at St JohnO  I understand  And that is your plan thenYes sir said Bart  Pat is going tooWhere are you going firstFirst sir we will sail to the Petitcodiac River and go up it as faras Moncton where Bruce and Arthur and Tom will leave usAnd thenThen we will go to St John where Phil and Pat and I will leaveher  Solomon too will leave her thereSolomon cried the doctor  What  Solomon  Is Solomon going Whywhat can I do without Solomon  Here  HalloSolomon  What in theworlds the meaning of all thisThus summoned Solomon came forth from the cabin into which he haddived at the first appearance of the doctor  His eyes were downcasthis face was demure his attitude and manner were abjectSolomon said the doctor whats this I hear  Are you going to StJohnOny temply sahjist a leetle visit sah said Solomon veryhumbly stealing looks at the boys from his downcast eyesBut what,13
Produced by Tonya Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team This file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsBIOGRAPHIES OF WORKING MENBYGRANT ALLEN BACONTENTSI THOMAS TELFORD STONEMASONII GEORGE STEPHENSON ENGINEMANIII JOHN GIBSON SCULPTORIV WILLIAM HERSCHEL BANDSMANV JEAN FRANCOIS MILLET PAINTERVI JAMES GARFIELD CANAL BOYVII THOMAS EDWARD SHOEMAKERPREFACEMy acknowledgments are due to Dr Smiless Lives of the EngineersLife of the Stephensons and Life of a Scotch Naturalist to LadyEastlakes Life of Gibson to Mr Holdens Life of Sir WilliamHerschel to M Seusiers J F Millet Sa Vie et Ses OEuvres and toMr Thayers Life of President Garfield from which most of the factshere narrated have been derivedG AITHOMAS TELFORD STONEMASONHigh up among the heatherclad hills which form the broad dividingbarrier between England and Scotland the little river Esk brawls andbickers over its stony bed through a wild land of barren braesides andbrown peat mosses forming altogether some of the gloomiest and mostforbidding scenery in the whole expanse of northern Britain Almost theentire bulk of the counties of Dumfries Kirkcudbright and Ayr iscomposed of just such solemn desolate upland wolds with only a fewstray farms or solitary cottages sprinkled at wide distances over theirbare bleak surface and with scarcely any sign of life in any part savethe little villages which cluster here and there at long intervalsaround some stern and simple Scottish church Yet the hardy people whoinhabit this wild and chilly moorland country may well be considered torank among the best raw material of society in the whole of Britain forfrom the peasant homes of these southern Scotch Highlands have comeforth among a host of scarcely less distinguished natives three menat least who deserve to take their place in the very front line ofBritish thinkers or workersThomas Telford Robert Burns and ThomasCarlyle By origin all three alike belonged in the very strictest senseto the working classes and the story of each is full of lessons or ofwarnings for every one of us but that of Telford is perhaps the mostencouraging and the most remarkable of all as showing how much may beaccomplished by energy and perseverance even under the most absolutelyadverse and difficult circumstancesNear the upper end of Eskdale in the tiny village of Westerkirk ayoung shepherds wife gave birth to a son on the 9th of August 1757Her husband John Telford was employed in tending sheep on aneighbouring farm and he and his Janet occupied a small cottage closeby with mud walls and rudely thatched roof such as in southern Englandeven the humblest agricultural labourer would scarcely consent willinglyto inhabit Before the child was three months old his father died andJanet Telford was left alone in the world with her unweaned baby But inremote country districts neighbours are often more neighbourly than ingreat towns and a poor widow can manage to eke out a livelihood forherself with an occasional lift from the helping hands of friendlyfellowvillagers Janet Telford had nothing to live upon save her ownten fingers but they were handy enough after the sturdy Scotchfashion and they earned some sort of livelihood in a humble way forherself and her fatherless boy The farmers about found her work ontheir farms at haymaking or milking and their wives took the child homewith them while its mother was busy labouring in the harvest fieldsAmid such small beginnings did the greatest of English engineers beforethe railway era receive his first hard lessons in the art of lifeAfter her husbands death the poor widow removed from her old cottageto a still more tiny hut which she shared with a neighboura verysmall hut with a single door for both families and here young TamTelford spent most of his boyhood in the quiet honourable poverty of theuncomplaining rural poor As soon as he was big enough to herd sheep hewas turned out upon the hillside in summer like any other ragged countryladdie and in winter he tended cows receiving for wages only his foodand money enough to cover the cost of his scanty clothing He went toschool too how nobody now knows but he _did_ go to the parishschool of Westerkirk and there he learnt with a will in the wintermonths though he had to spend the summer on the more profitable task ofworking in the fields To a steady earnest boy like young Tam Telfordhowever it makes all the difference in the world that he should havebeen to school no matter how simply Those twentysix letters of thealphabet once fairly learnt are the key after all to all the booklearning in the whole world Without them the shepherdboy might remainan ignorant unprogressive shepherd all his life long even hisundeniable native energy using itself up on nothing better than awattled hurdle or a thatched roof with them the path is open beforehim which led Tam Telford at last to the Menai Bridge and WestminsterAbbeyWhen Tam had gradually eaten his way through enough thin oatmealporridge with very little milk we fear to make him into a hearty ladof fifteen it began to be high time for him to choose himself a finalprofession in life such as he was able And here already the borntastes of the boy began to show themselves for he had no liking for thehomely shepherds trade he felt a natural desire for a chisel and ahammerthe engineer was there already in the grainand he wasaccordingly apprenticed to a stonemason in the little town of Lochmabenbeyond the purple hills to eastward But his master was a hard man hehad small mercy for the raw lad and after trying to manage with him fora few months Tam gave it up took the law into his own hands and ranaway Probably the provocation was severe for in afterlife Telfordalways showed himself duly respectful to constituted authority and weknow that petty selfmade masterworkmen are often apt to be excessivelysevere to their own hired helpers and especially to helpless lads oryoung apprentices At any rate Tam wouldnt go back and in the end awelltodo cousin who had risen to,35
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesTHE CROWN OF LIFEbyGeorge GissingCHAPTER IAmid the throng of suburban arrivals volleyed forth from WaterlooStation on a May morning in the year 86 moved a slim darkabsentlooking young man of oneandtwenty whose name was Piers OtwayIn regard to costumeblameless silk hat and dark morning coat withlighter trousersthe City would not have disowned him but he had notthe City countenance The rush for omnibus seats left him unconcernedclear of the railway station he walked at a moderate pace his eyesmostly on the ground he crossed the footbridge to Charing Cross andsteadily made his way into the Haymarket where his progress wasarrested by a picture shopA window hung with engravings mostly after pictures of the day someof them very large and attractive to a passing glance One or twoadmirable landscapes offered solace to the streetwearied imaginationbut upon these Piers Otway did not fix his eye it was drawnirresistibly to the faces and forms of beautiful women set forth withvaried allurement Some great lady of the passing time lounged inexquisite array amid luxurious furniture lightly suggested the faintsmile of her flattered loveliness hovered about the gazer the subtleperfume of her presence touched his nerves the greys of her complexiontransmuted themselves through the current of his blood into lifescarnation whilst he dreamed upon her lips his breath was caught asthough of a sudden she had smiled for him and for him alone Near toher was a maiden of Hellas resting upon a marble seat her eyes benttowards some AEgean isle the translucent robe clung about her perfectbody her breast was warm against the white stone the mazes of herwoven hair shone with unguent The gazer lost himself in memories ofepic and idyll warming through worship to desire Then his lookstrayed to the next engraving a peasant girl consummate in grace andstrength supreme in chaste pride cheek and neck softglowing from thesunny field eyes revealing the heart at one with nature Others therewere women of many worlds only less beautiful but by these three theyoung man was held bound He could not satisfy himself with looking andmusing he could not pluck himself away An old experience he alwayslingered by the print shops of the Haymarket and always went on withtroubled blood with mind rapt above familiar circumstance dreamingpassionately making wild forecast of his fateAt this hour of the morning not many passers had leisure to stand andgaze one however came to a pause beside Piers Otway and viewed theengravings He was a man considerably older not so well dressed butstill on the strength of externals entitled to the style ofgentleman his brown hard felt hat was entirely respectable as werehis tan gloves and his boots but the cutaway coat began to hint atrelease from service and the trousers owed a superficial smartnessmerely to being tightly strapped This man had a not quite agreeableface inasmuch as it was smoothly shaven and exhibited a peculiarmobility it might have denoted him an actor but the actor is wont totwinkle a goodnatured mood which did not appear upon this visage Thecontour was good and spoke intelligence the eyes must once have beencharming It was a face which had lost by the advance of years whichhad hardened where it was soft and seemed likely to grow harder yetfor about the lips as he stood examining these pictures came asuggestion of the vice in blood which tends to cruelty The nostrilsbegan to expand and to tremble a little the eyes seemed to projectthemselves the long throat grew longer Presently he turned a glanceupon the young man standing near to him and in that moment hisexpression entirely alteredWhy he exclaimed PiersThe other gave a start of astonishment and at once smiled recognitionDaniel I hadnt lookedI had no idea They shook hands withgraceful cordiality on the elder mans part with a slightlyembarrassed goodwill on that of the younger Daniel Otway whose agewas about eightandthirty stood in the relation of halfbrotherhoodto Piers a relation suggested by no single trait of their visagesPiers had a dark complexion a face of the square emphatic type andan eye of shy vivacity Daniel with the long smooth curves of hiscountenance and his chestnut hair was in the common sense betterlooking and managed his expression with a skill which concealed thecharacteristics visible a few moments ago he bore himself like a suaveman of the world whereas his brother still betrayed something of theboy in tone and gesture something too of the student accustomed toseclusion Daniels accent had nothing at all in keeping with a shabbycoat that of the younger man was less markedly refined with much moreof individualityYou live in London inquired Daniel reading the others look as ifaffectionatelyNo Out at Ewellin SurreyOh yes I know Ewell ReadingYes for the Civil Service Ive come up to lunch with a man who knowsfatherMr JacksJohn Jacks the MPPiers nodded nervously and the other regarded him with a smile of newinterestBut youre very early Any other engagementsNone said Piers It being so fine a morning he had proposed a longramble about London streets before making for his destination in theWest EndThen you must come to my club returned Daniel I shall be glad of atalk with you very glad my dear boy Why it must be four years sincewe saw each other And by the bye you are just of age I thinkThree days agoTo be sure Heard anything from fatherNoYoure looking verywell Pierstake my arm I understood you were going into businessAltered your mind And how is the dear old manThey walked for a quarter of an hour turning at last into a quietgenteel byway westward of Regent Street and so into a club house ofrespectable appearance Daniel wrote his brothers name and led up tothe smokingroom which they found unoccupiedYou smokeI am very glad to hear it I began far too young and havesuffered Its too early to drinkand perhaps you dont do thateitherReally Vegetarian also perhapsWhy you are the model sonof your father And the regime seems to suit you,19
Produced by Judith Boss  DREAMS  DUST  POEMS BY DON MARQUIS  TO  MY MOTHER  VIRGINIA WHITMORE MARQUIS  CONTENTS  PROEM  DAYLIGHT HUMORS  THIS IS ANOTHER DAY  APRIL SONG  THE EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR  THE NAME  THE BIRTH  A MOOD OF PAVLOWA  THE POOL  THEY HAD NO POET  NEW YORK  A HYMN  THE SINGER  WORDS ARE NOT GUNS  WITH THE SUBMARINES  NICHOLAS OF MONTENEGRO  DICKENS  A POLITICIAN  THE BAYONET  THE BUTCHERS AT PRAYER  SHADOWS  HAUNTED  A NIGHTMARE  THE MOTHER  IN THE BAYOU  THE SAILORS WIFE SPEAKS  HUNTED  A DREAM CHILD  ACROSS THE NIGHT  SEA CHANGES  THE TAVERN OF DESPAIR  COLORS AND SURFACES  A GOLDEN LAD  THE SAGE AND THE WOMAN  NEWS FROM BABYLON  A RHYME OF THE ROADS  THE LAND OF YESTERDAY  OCTOBER  CHANT OF THE CHANGING HOURS  DREAMS AND DUST  SELVES  THE WAGES  IN MARS WHAT AVATAR  THE GODMAKER MAN  UNREST  THE PILTDOWN SKULL  THE SEEKER  THE AWAKENING  A SONG OF MEN  THE NOBLER LESSON  AT LAST  LYRICS  KING PANDION HE IS DEAD  DAVID TO BATHSHEBA  THE JESTERS  MARY MARY QUITE CONTRARY  THE TRIOLET  FROM THE BRIDGE  PALADINS PALADINS YOUTH NOBLEHEARTED  MY LANDS NOT THINE  TO A DANCING DOLL  LOWER NEW YORKA STORM  AT SUNSET  A CHRISTMAS GIFT  SILVIA  THE EXPLORERS  EARLY AUTUMN  TIME STEALS FROM LOVE  THE RONDEAU  VISITORS  THE PARTING  AN OPEN FIRE  REALITIES  REALITIES  THE STRUGGLE  THE REBEL  THE CHILD AND THE MILL  SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI  THE COMRADE  ENVOI  PROEM  SO LET THEM PASS THESE SONGS OF MINE  So let them pass these songs of mine  Into oblivion nor repine  Abandoned ruins of large schemes  Dimmed lights adrift from nobler dreams  Weak wings I sped on quests divine  So let them pass these songs of mine  They soar or sink ephemeral  I care not greatly which befall  For if no song I eer had wrought  Still have I loved and laughed and fought  So let them pass these songs of mine  I sting too hot with life to whine  Still shall I struggle fail aspire  Lose God and find Gods in the mire  And drink dreamdeep lifes heady wine  So let them pass these songs of mine  DAYLIGHT HUMORS  THIS IS ANOTHER DAY  I AM mine own priest and I shrive myself  Of all my wasted yesterdays  Though sin  And sloth and foolishness and all ill weeds  Of error evil and neglect grow rank  And ugly there I dare forgive myself  That error sin and sloth and foolishness  God knows that yesterday I played the fool  God knows that yesterday I played the knave  But shall I therefore cloud this new dawn oer  With fog of futile sighs and vain regrets  This is another day  And flushed Hope walks  Adown the sunward slopes with golden shoon  This is another day and its young strength  Is laid upon the quivering hills until  Like Egypts Memnon they grow quick with song  This is another day and the bold world  Leaps up and grasps its light and laughs as leapt  Prometheus up and wrenched the fire from Zeus  This is another dayare its eyes blurred  With maudlin grief for any wasted past  A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt  Let dust clasp dust death deathI am alive  And out of all the dust and death of mine  Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart  And living faith my spirit dares drink deep  Of the red mirth mantling in the cup of morn  APRIL SONG  FLEET across the grasses    Flash the feet of Spring  Piping as he passes  Fleet across the grasses  Follow lads and lasses    Sing world sing  Fleet across the grasses    Flash the feet of Spring  _Idle winds deliver    Rumors through the town  Tales of reeds that quiver  Idle winds deliver  Where the rapid river    Drags the willows down  Idle winds deliver    Rumors through the town_  In the country places    By the silver brooks  April airs her graces  In the country places  Wayward April paces    Laughter in her looks  In the country places    By the silver brooks  _Hints of alien glamor    Even reach the town  Urban muses stammer  Hints of alien glamor  But the citys clamor    Beats the voices down  Hints of alien glamor    Even reach the town_      THIS EARTH IT IS ALSO A STAR  WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue    Where the Galaxys lovers embrace  Our world and its beauty are sung    They lean from their casements to trace    If our planet still spins in its place  Faith fables the thing that we are    And Fantasy laughs and gives chase  This earth it is also a star  Round the sun that is fixed and hung    For a lamp in the darkness of space  We are whirled we are swirled we are flung    Singing,3
Produced by Charles AldarondoCAST ADRIFTBy T S ArthurAuthor Of Three Years In A ManTrap Orange Blossoms Etc Etc     Philadelphia     Cincinnati     New York     Boston     Chicago Ills     New Castle Pa     San Francisco Cal1873TO THE READERIN this romance of real life in which the truth is stranger than thefiction I have lifted only in part the veil that hides the victims ofintemperance and other terrible vicesafter they have fallen to thelower deeps of degradation to be found in our large cities where thevile and degraded herd together more like wild beasts than men andwomenand told the story of sorrow suffering crime and debasementas they really exist in Christian America with all the earnestness andpower that in me liesStrange and sad and terrible as are some of the scenes from which I haredrawn this veil I have not told the half of what exists My book apartfrom the thread of fiction that runs through its pages is but a seriesof photographs from real life and is less a work of the imaginationthan a record of factsIf it stirs the hearts of American readers profoundly and so awakensthe people to a sense of their duty if it helps to inaugurate moreearnest and radical modes of reform for a state of society of which adistinguished author has said There is not a country throughout theearth on which it would not bring a curse there is no religion upon theearth that it would not deny there is no people upon the earth it wouldnot put to shamethen will not my work be in vainSitting in our comfortable homes with wellfed wellclothed andhappyhearted children about uschildren who have our tenderest carewhose cry of pain from a pinprick or a fall on the carpeted floor hurtsus like a blowhow few of us know or care anything about the homesin which some other children dwell or of the hard and cruel battle forlife they are doomed to fight from the very beginningTo get out from these comfortable homes and from the midst of tenderlycaredfor little ones and stand face to face with squalor and hungerwith suffering debasement and crime to look upon the starved facesof children and hear their helpless cries is what scarcely one in athousand will do It is too much for our sensibilities And so we standaloof and the sorrow and suffering the debasement the wrong andthe crime go on and because we heed it not we vainly imagine that noresponsibility lies at our door and yet there is no man or woman who isnot according to the measure of his or her influence responsible forthe human debasement and suffering I have portrayedThe task I set for myself has not been a pleasant one It has hurt mysensibilities and sickened my heart many times as I stood face to facewith the sad and awful degradation that exists in certain regions ofour larger cities and now that my work is done I take a deep breathof relief The result is in your hands good citizen Christian readerearnest philanthropist If it stirs your heart in the reading as itstirred mine in the writing it will not die fruitlessTHE AUTHORCONTENTSCHAPTER I The unwelcome babeThe defrauded young motherThe strugglebetween life and deathYour baby is in heavenA brief retrospectAmarriage for social positionAn ambitious wife and a disappointedhusbandThe young daughterThe matrimonial marketThe Circassianslaves of modern societyThe highest bidderDisappearanceThe old sadstorySecret marriageThe lettersDisappointed ambitionInterviewbetween the parentsThe mothers purposeBaffled but notdefeatedThe fathers surpriseThe returned daughterForgivenI amnot going away again father dearInsecurity and distrustCHAPTER II The hatred of a bad womanMrs Dinnefords plans for thedestruction of GrangerStarting in businessPlots of Mrs Dinnefordand FreelingThe discounted notesThe trapGrangers suspicionsarousedForgeryMrs Dinneford relentlessThe arrestFresh evidenceof crime upon Grangers personThe shock to EdithThat night her babywas bornCHAPTER III It is a splendid boyA convenient noninterferingfamily doctorCast adriftInto the world in a basket unnamedand disownedEdiths second struggle back to lifeHer mind ablankGranger convicted of forgerySeeks to gain knowledge of hischildThe doctors evasion and ignoranceAn insane asylum instead ofStates prisonEdiths slow return to intelligenceTheres somethingI cant understand motherWhere is my babyWhat of GeorgeNolonger a child but a broken hearted womanThe divorceCHAPTER IV Sympathy between father and daughterInterest in publiccharitiesA dreadful sightA sick babe in the arms of a halfdrunkenwomanIs there no law to meet such casesThe poor baby has novoteEdith seeks for the grave of her child but cannot finditShe questions her mother who baffles her curiosityMrs BraysvisitInterview between Mrs Dinneford and Mrs BrayThe babyisnt livingYes I saw it day before yesterday in the arms of abeggarwomanEdiths suspicions arousedDetermined to discover thefate of her childVisits the doctorYour baby is in heavenWouldto God it were so for I saw a baby in hell not long agoCHAPTER V Mrs Dinneford visits Mrs BrayThe woman to whom yougave that baby was here yesterdayThe woman must be put out of thewayExit Mrs Dinneford enter Pinky SwettYou know your fateNewOrleans and the yellow feverAll I want of you is to keep track ofthe babyDivision of the spoilsLucky dreamsConsultation of thedreambook for lucky figuresSam McFaddon and his backer who drivesin the Park and wears a two thousand dollar diamond pinThe fate of ababy begged withThe baby must not dieThe lotterypoliciesCHAPTER VI Rottenness at the heart of a great cityPinky Swettsattempted rescue of a child from cruel beatingThe fightPinkysarrestAppearance of the queenPinkys release at her commandThequeens homeThe screams of children being beatenThe rescue ofFlanagans NellDeath the great rescuerThey dont look afterthings in here as they do outsideEverybodys got the screws on andthings must break sometimes but it isnt called murderThe coronerunderstands it allCHAPTER VII Pinky Swett at the mercy of the crowd in the streetTakento the nearest stationhouseMrs Dinneford visits Mrs BrayagainFresh alarmsShes got you in her powerMoney is of noaccountThe knock at the doorMrs Dinneford in hidingThe visitorgoneMrs Bray reports the woman insatiable in her demandsMust havetwo hundred dollars by sundownNo way of escape except through policeinterferencePeople who deal with the,41
Produced by Don Lainson and Charles Aldarondo HTML versionby Al HainesTHE UPTON LETTERSByARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSONaedae muri eseidon oneirata koudepo aos1905PREFACEThese letters were returned to me shortly after the death of thefriend to whom they were written by his widow It seems that he hadbeen sorting and destroying letters and papers a few days before hiswholly unexpected end We wont destroy these he had said to herholding the bulky packet of my letters in his hand we will keep themtogether T ought to publish them and some day I hope he willThis was not of course a deliberate judgement but his sudden deatha few days later gives the unconsidered wish a certain sanctity and Ihave determined to obey it Moreover she who has the best right todecide desires it A few merely personal matters and casual detailshave been omitted but the main substance is there and the letters arejust as they were written Such hurried compositions of course aboundin literary shortcomings but perhaps they have a certain spontaneitywhich more deliberate writings do not always possess I wrote my bestfrankest and liveliest in the letters because I knew that Herbertwould value both the thought and the expression of the thought Andfurther if it is necessary to excuse so speedy a publication I feelthat they are not letters which would gain by being kept Theirinterest arises from the time the circumstance the occasion that gavethem birth from the books read and criticised the educationalproblems discussed and thus they may form a species of comment on acertain aspect of modern life and from a definite point of view Butafter all it is enough for me that he appreciated them and if hewished that they should go out to the world well let them go Inpublishing them I am but obeying a last message of loveT B  MONKS ORCHARD UPTON    Feb 20 1905THE UPTON LETTERSMONKS ORCHARD UPTON  Jan 23 1904MY DEAR HERBERTI have just heard the disheartening news and I writeto say that I am sorry toto corde I dont yet know the full extent ofthe calamity the length of your exile the place or the conditionsunder which you will have to live Perhaps you or Nelly can find timeto let me have a few lines about it all But I suppose there is a goodside to it I imagine that when the place is once fixed you will beable to live a much freer life than you have of late been obliged tolive in England with less risk and less overshadowing of anxiety Ifyou can find the right region renovabitur ut acquila juventus tua andyou will be able to carry out some of the plans which have been sooften interrupted here Of course there will be drawbacks Bookssociety equal talk the English countryside which you love so welland if I may use the expression so intelligently they will all haveto be foregone in a measure But fortunately there is no difficultyabout money and money will give you back some of these delights Youwill still see your real friends and they will come to you with theintention of giving and getting the best of themselves and of you notin the purposeless way in which one drifts into a visit here You willbe able too to view things with a certain detachmentand that is areal advantage for I have sometimes thought that your literary workhas suffered from the variety of your interests and from your beingrather too close to them to form a philosophical view Your love ofcharacteristic points of natural scenery will help you When you haveonce grown familiar with the new surroundings you will penetrate thesecret of their charm as you have done here You will be able too tolive a more undisturbed life not fretted by all the crosscurrentswhich distract a man in his own land when he has a large variety ofties I declare I did not know I was so good a rhetorician I shall endby convincing myself that there is no real happiness to be found exceptin expatriationSeriously my dear Herbert I do understand the sadness of the changebut one gets no good by dwelling on the darker side there are and willbe times I know of depression When one lies awake in the morningbefore the nerves are braced by contact with the wholesome day whenone has done a tiring piece of work and is alone and in that frame ofmind when one needs occupation but yet is not brisk enough to turn tothe work one loves in those dreary intervals between ones work whenone is off with the old and not yet on with the newwell I know allthe corners of the road the shadowy cavernous places where the demonslie in wait for one as they do for the wayfarer do you remember inBewick who desiring to rest by the roadside finds the dingle allalive with ambushed fiends horned and heavylimbed swollen with theoppressive clumsiness of nightmare But you are not inexperienced orweak You have enough philosophy to wait until the frozen mood thawsand the old thrill comes back That is one of the real compensations ofmiddle age When one is young one imagines that any depression will becontinuous and one sees the dreary uncomforted road winding aheadover bare hills till it falls to the dark valley But later on one canbelieve that the roadside dells of rest are there even if one cannotsee them and after all you have a home which goes with you and itwould seem to be fortunate or to speak more truly tenderly preparedthat you have only daughtersa son who would have to go back toEngland to be educated would be a source of anxiety Yet I find myselfeven wishing that you had a son that I might have the care of him overhere You dont know the hearthunger I sometimes have for young thingsof my own to watch over to try to guard their happiness You would saythat I had plenty of opportunities in my profession it is,4
Produced by Charles Aldarondo  HTML version by Al HainesWORDS OF CHEER FOR The Tempted the Toiling and the SorrowingEDITED BY T S ARTHURPHILADELPHIA1856PREFACEAS we pass on our way through the world we find our paths nowsmooth and flowery and now rugged and difficult to travel The skybathed in golden sunshine today is black with storms tomorrowThis is the history of every one And it is also the lifeexperienceof all that when the way is rough and the sky dark the poor heartsinks and trembles and the eye of faith cannot see the bright sunsmiling in the heavens beyond the veil of clouds But for all thisfear and doubt the rugged path winds steadily upwards and thebroad sky is glittering in lightLet the toiling the tempted and the sorrowing ever keep this inmind Let them have faith in Him who feedeth the young lions andclothes the fields with verdurewho bindeth up the broken heartand giveth joy to the mourners There are Words of Cheer in the airListen and their melody will bring peace to the spirit and theirtruths strength to the heartCONTENTS  AUNT MARY  THE DEAD  DO YOU SUFFER MORE THAN YOUR NEIGHBOUR  WE ARE LED BY A WAY THAT WE KNOW NOT  THE IVY IN THE DUNGEON  THE GARDEN OF EDEN  HAVE A FLOWER IN YOUR ROOM  WEALTH  HOW TO BE HAPPY  REBECCA  LIFE A TREADMILL  ARTHUR LELAND  THE SCARLET POPPY  NUMBER TWELVE  TO AN ABSENTEE  THE WHITE DOVE  HESTER  THISTLEDOWN  THE LITTLE CHILDREN  WHAT IS NOBLE  THE ANEMONE HEPATICA  THE FAMILY OF MICHAEL AROUT  BABY IS DEAD  THE TREASURED RINGLET  HUMAN LONGINGS FOR PEACE AND REST  BE STRONG  THE NEGLECTED ONE  THE HOURS OF LIFE  MINISTERING ANGELS  OURS LOVED AND GONE BEFORE  OUTWARD MINISTERINGS  BODILY DEFORMITY SPIRITUAL BEAUTY  THE DEAD CHILD  WATER  BEAUTIFUL HAPPY AND BELOVED  EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING  AN ANGEL OF PATIENCE  THE GRANDFATHERS ADVICE  A HYMN OF PRAISE  AN ANGEL IN EVERY HOUSE  ANNIE  MOTHER  GREAT PRINCIPLES AND SMALL DUTIES  OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN  THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH  THE WORD IS NIGH THEE  AUNT RACHEL  COMETH A BLESSING DOWN  THE DARKENED PATHWAY  LOOK ON THIS PICTURE  THE POWER OF KINDNESS  SPEAK KINDLY  HAVE PATIENCE  DO THEY MISS MEWORDS OF CHEERAUNT MARYA LADY sat alone in her own apartment one clear evening when thesilver stars were out and the moon shone pure as the spirit ofpeace upon the rebellious earth How lovely was every outward thingHow beautiful is Gods creation The window curtains were drawnclose and the only light in the cheerful room was given by anightlamp that was burning on the mantelpiece The occupant whoperhaps had numbered about thirtyfive years was sitting by a smalltable in the centre of the room her head leaning upon one slenderhand the other lay upon the open page of a book in which she hadendeavoured to interest herself But the effort had been vain otherand stronger feelings had overpowered her there was an expressionof suffering upon the gentle face over which the tears rainedheavily For a brief moment she raised her soft blue eyes upwardwith an appealing look then sunk her head upon the table beforeher murmuringFather forgive me it is good for me Give me strength to beareverything Pour thy love into my heart for I am desolateif Icould but be useful to one human beingif I could make one personhappier I should be content But no I am desolatedesolate Whoseheart clings to mine with the strong tendrils of affection Who everturns to me for a smile Oh this world is so coldso coldAnd that sensitive being wept passionately and pressed her handupon her bosom as if to still its own yearningsMary Clinton had met with many sorrows she was the youngest of alarge family she had been the caressed darling in her early daysfor her sweetness won every heart to love She had dwelt in the warmbreath of affection it was her usual sunshine and she gave it nothought while it blessed her a cold word or look was an unfamiliarthing A most gladhearted being she was once But death came in aterrible form folded her loved ones in his icy arms and bore themto another world A kind father a tender mother a brother andsister were laid in the grave in one short month by the choleraOne brother was yet left and she was taken to his home for he wasa wealthy merchant But there seemed a coldness in his splendidhouse a coldness in his wifes heart Sick in body and in mind thebereft one resolved to travel South and visit among her relationshoping to awaken her interest in life which had lain dormantthrough grief She went to that sunny region and while therebecame acquainted with a man of fine intellect and fascinatingmanners who won her affections and afterwards proved unworthy ofher Again the beauty of her life was darkened and with a wearyheart she wore out the tedious years of her joyless existence Shewas an angel of charity to the poor and suffering She grew lovelierthrough sorrow A desire to see her brother her nearest and dearestrelative called her North again and when our story opens she wasin the bosom of his home a member of his family He loved herdeeply yet she felt like an alienhis wife had not welcomed her asa sister should Mary Clintons heart went out towards Alice hereldest niece a beautiful and loving creature just springing intowomanhood But the fair girl was gay and thoughtless flattered andcaressed by everybody She knew sadness only by the name She had nodream that she could impart a deep joy by giving forth her younghearts love to the desolate strangerThe hour had grown late very,50
Produced by David Schwan  HTML version by Al HainesStarr King In CaliforniaByWilliam Day SimondsAuthor of  The Christ of the Human Heart  Patriotic Addresses  Sermons From ShakespeareDedicated to the Memory of Honorable Horace Davis of San Francisco asthe only Tribute of Respect Now Possible to one whose Friendly Interestand Assistance the Author Here Gratefully AcknowledgesUp to the time of Starr Kings death it was generally believed that hemore than any other man had prevented California and the whole PacificCoast from falling into the gulf of disunion It is certain that AbrahamLincoln held this opinionEdwin Percy WhippleContentsIntroductionPart IIn Old New EnglandPart IICalifornia in 1860Part IIICalifornias Hour of DecisionPart IVPhilanthropist and PreacherPart VIn RetrospectIllustrationsStarr King MonumentPortrait of Starr KingIntroductionThis book is the result of the authors strong desire to know the truthrelative to a critical period in the history of California and afurther strong desire to deal justly by the memory of a man recenthistorians have been pleased to pass by with slight acknowledgmentWhat was the nature and measure of Starr Kings influence on the PacificCoast during the Civil War To be able to answer that question has costmore time and study than the reader could be brought to believe It hasnecessitated a thorough examination of all published histories ofCalifornia of numerous biographies of old newspapers memoirs lettersand musty documents It has involved interviews with prominent personsas well as a careful study of earlier writings upon Starr King in booksand magazines Best of all it has compelled the writer to the delightfultask of renewing his acquaintance with the published sermons andlectures of the patriotpreacherIt is believed that no important data has been overlooked and it ishoped that a genuine service has been rendered to all students ofCalifornia History and to all lovers of Starr Kinghe who was calledby his own generation The Saint of the Pacific CoastPart IIn Old New EnglandWhen Starr King entered the Golden Gate April 28 1860 he had passedby a few months his thirtyfifth birthday A young man in the morning ofhis power he felt strangely old for he wrote to a friend just a littlelater I have passed meridian It is after twelve oclock in the largeday of my mortal life I am no longer a young man It is now afternoonwith me and the shadows turn toward the eastThere was abundant reason for this premature feeling of age Even atthirtyfive King had been a long time among the most earnest of workersBorn in New York City December 17 1824 of English and Germanancestry son of a Universalist Minister who was compelled to strugglealong on a very meager salary the lad felt very early in life laborsstern discipline At fifteen he was obliged to leave school that bydaily toil he might help to support his now widowed mother and fiveyounger brothers and sisters Brief as was his record in school we notethe following prophetic facts he displayed singular aptitude for studyhe was conscientious yet vivacious he was by nature adverse to anythingrude or coarse Joshua Bates Kings last teacher describes the lad asslight of build golden haired with a homely face which everybodythought handsome on account of the beaming eyes the winning smile andthe earnest desire of always wanting to do what was best and rightThis is our earliest testimony to the lovable character of the man whoselifestory we are now considering It will impress us more and more asEast and West Boston and San Francisco in varying phrase tell againand again of the beaming eyes the winning smile and the earnestdesire of always wanting to do what was just and rightA breadwinner at fifteen and for a large family surely this is theend of all dreams of scholarship or of professional service Thatdepends on the manand the conditions that surround him HappilyKings mother was a woman of good mind who knew and loved the best inliterature Ambitious for her gifted son she read with him and forhim certain of the masters whom to know well is to possess thefoundations of true culture It is a pretty scene and suggestivethelad and his mother reading together till the wee small hoursPlutarch Grotes History of Greece Bullfinchs Mythology Dante andthe plays of William Shakespeare Fortunately his mother was not hisonly helper Near at hand was Theodore Parker who was said to possessthe best private library in Boston and whose passion for aiding youngmen was well known He befriended King as he befriended others andearly discovered in the widows son superior talents In those days veryyoung men used to preach Before he had reached his majority King wasoften sent to fill engagements under direction and at the suggestion ofParker The high esteem of the elder for the younger man is attested bythe following letter to an important church not far from BostonI cannot come to preach for you as I would like but with your kindpermission I will send Thomas Starr King This young man is not aregularly ordained preacher but he has the grace of God in his heartand the gift of tongues He is a rare sweet spirit and I know that afteryou have met with him you will thank me for sending him to youThis young drygoods clerk schoolmaster and bookkeeper for hefollowed all of these occupations during the years in which he wasgrowing out of youth into manhood was especially interested inmetaphysics and theology In these and kindred studies he was greatlyimpressed and inspired by the writings of Victor Cousin whose majorgift was his ability to awaken other minds The most brilliant meteorthat flashed across the sky of the nineteenth century saidSainteBeuveWhen Thomas Starr King was eighteen years old William Ellery Channingdied Of that death which occurred amid the lovely scenery of Vermontupon a rare Autumnal evening Theodore Parker wrote The sun went towardthe horizon the slanting beams fell into the chamber Channing turnedhis face toward that sinking orb and he and the sun went away togetherEach as the other left the smile of his departure spread on allaround the sun on the,9
Produced by Sandra Laythorpe  HTML version by Al HainesLADY HESTERORURSULAS NARRATIVEbyCHARLOTTE M YONGECONTENTSCHAPTER I     SAULT ST PIERRECHAPTER II    TREVORSHAMCHAPTER III   THE PEERAGE CASECHAPTER IV    SKIMPINGS FARMCHAPTER V     SPINNEY LAWNCHAPTER VI    THE WHITE DOES WARNINGCHAPTER VII   HUNTINGCHAPTER VIII  DUCK SHOOTINGCHAPTER IX    TREVORS LEGACYCHAPTER ISAULT ST PIERREI write this by desire of my brothers and sisters that if any reportsof our strange family history should come down to after generations thething may be properly understoodThe old times at Trevorsham seem to me so remote that I can hardlybelieve that we are the same who were so happy then  Nay Jaquettalaughs and declares that it is not possible to be happier than we havebeen since and Fulk would have me remember that all was not alwayssmooth even in those daysPerhaps notfor him at least dear fellow in those latter times butwhen I think of the old home the worst troubles that rise before meare those of the backboard and the stocks French in the schoolroomand Miss Simmonds Lady Ursula think of your positionAnd as to Jaquetta she was born under a more benignant star  Nobodycould have put a backboard on her any more than on a kittenOur mother had died oh how happily for herself when Jaquetta was ababy and Miss Simmonds most carefully ruled not only over us but overAdela Brainerd my fathers ward who was brought up with us becauseshe had no other relation in the worldBesides my father wished her to marry one of my brothers  It wouldhave done very well for either Torwood or Bertram but unluckily as itseemed neither of them could take to the notion  She was a dearlittle thing to be sure and we were all very fond of her but asBertram said it would have been like marrying Jaquetta and Torwoodhad other views to which my father would not then listenThen Bertrams regiment was ordered to Canada and that was the realcause of it all though we did not know it till long afterBertram was starting out on a sporting expedition with a Canadiangentleman when about ten miles from Montreal they halted at a farmwith a good wellbuilt house named Sault St Pierre all lookingprosperous and comfortable and a young farmer American in hiswaysfreespoken familiar and bluntbut very kindly and friendlywas at work there with some FrenchCanadian labourersBertrams friend knew him and often halted there on huntingexpeditions so they went into the housevery nicely furnished apretty parlour with muslin curtains a piano and everything pleasantand Joel Lea called his wife a handsome fair young woman Bertramsays from the first she put him in mind of some one and he was tryingto make out who it could be  Then came the wifes mother a neatlittle delicate bent woman with dark eyes that looked Bertram saidas if they had had some great fright and never recovered it  Theycalled her Mrs DaymanShe was silent at first and only helped her daughter and the maid toget the dinner and an excellent dinner it was but she kept on lookingat Bertram and she quite started when she heard him called Mr TrevorWhen they were just rising up and going to take leave she came up tohim in a frightened agitated manner as if she could not help it andsaidSir you are so like a gentleman I once knew  Was any relation ofyours ever in CanadaMy father was in Canada answered BertramOh no she said then very much affected the Captain Trevor I knewwas killed in the Lake Campaign in 1814  It must be a mistake yet youput me in mind of him so strangelyThen Bertram protested that she must mean my father for that he hadbeen a captain in the th and had been stationed at York as Torontowas then called but was badly wounded in repulsing the Americanattack on the Lakes in 1814Not dead she asked with her cheeks getting pale and a sort ofexcitement about her that made Bertram wonder at the moment if therecould have been any old attachment between them and he explained howmy father was shipped off from England between life and death and howwhen he recovered he found his uncle dying and the title and propertycoming to himAnd he married she said with a bewildered look and Bertram toldher that he had married Lady Mary Luptonas his uncle and father hadwishedand how we four were their children  I can fancy how kindlyand tenderly Bertram would speak when he saw that she was anxious andpained and she took hold of his hand and held him and when he saidsomething of mentioning that he had seen her she cried out with a sortof terror Oh no no Mr Trevor I beg you will not  Let him thinkme dead as I thought him  And then she drew down Bertrams tall headto her and fairly kissed his forehead adding I could not help itsir an old womans kiss will do you no harmThen he went away  He never did tell us of the meeting till longafter  He was not a great letter writer and besides he thought myfather might not wish to have the flirtations of his youth brought upagainst him  So we little knewBut it seems that the daughter and soninlaw were just as much amazedas Bertram and when he was gone and the poor old lady sank into herchair and burst out crying and as they came and asked who or what thiswas she sobbed out Your brother Hester  Oh so like himmyhusband or something to that effect as unawares  She wanted to takeit back again but of course Hester would not let her and made hertell the wholeIt seems that her name was Faith Le Blanc she was half English halfFrenchCanadian and lived in a village in a very unsettled part whereCaptain Trevor,13
Produced by Duncan Harrod  HTML version by Al HainesHalf A RogueByHarold MacGrathTo The Memory Of My MotherHalf A RogueChapter IIt was Warringtons invariable habitwhen no business or socialengagement pressed him to go elsewhereto drop into a certain quaintlittle restaurant just off Broadway for his dinners It was out of theway the throb and rattle of the great commercial artery became likethe faroff murmur of the sea restful rather than annoying He alwaysmade it a point to dine alone undisturbed The proprietor nor hissilentfooted waiters had the slightest idea who Warrington was Tothem he was simply a profitable customer who signified that he dinedthere in order to be alone His table was up stairs Below there wasalways the usual dinner crowd till theater time and the music had thefaculty of luring his thoughts astray being as he was fonder ofmusic than of work As a matter of fact it was in this littlerestaurant that he winnowed the days ideas revamped scenes trimmedthe rough edges of his climaxes revised this epigram or rejected thisor that line all on the backs of envelopes and on the margins ofnewspapers In his den at his bachelor apartments he worked but herehe dreamed usually behind the soothing opalescent veil of MadameNicotineWhat a marvelous thing a good afterdinner cigar is In the smoke ofit the poor man sees his ships come in the poet sees his musebeckoning with hands full of largess the millionaire reverts to hisearly struggles and the lover sees his divinity in a thousandgraceful posesTonight however Warringtons cigar was without magic He was out ofsorts Things had gone wrong at the rehearsal that morning The starhad demanded the removal of certain lines which gave the leading manan opportunity to shine in the climax of the third act He had laboreda whole month over this climax and he revolted at the thought ofchanging it to suit the whim of a capricious womanEverybody had agreed that this climax was the best the young dramatisthad yet constructed A critic who had been invited to a reading haddeclared that it lacked little of being great And at this late hourthe star wanted it changed in order to bring her alone in thelimelight It was preposterous As Warrington was on the first waveof popularity the business manager and the stage manager both agreedto leave the matter wholly in the dramatists hands He resolutelydeclined to make a single alteration in the scene There was a finestorm The star declared that if the change was not made at once shewould leave the company In making this declaration she knew herstrength Her husband was rich a contract was nothing to her Therewas not another actress of her ability to be found the season was toolate There was not another woman available nor would any othermanager lend one As the opening performance was but two weeks henceyou will realize why Warringtons mood this night was anything butamiableHe scowled at his cigar There was always something some sacrifice tomake and seldom for arts sake It is all very well to witness a playfrom the other side of the footlights everything appears to work outso smoothly easily and without effort To this phenomenon is due theamateur dramatistbecause it looks simple A play is not written itis built like a house In most cases the dramatist is simply thearchitect The novelist has comparatively an easy road to travel Thedramatist is beset from all sides now the business managerthat isto say the boxofficenow the stage manager now the star now theleading man or woman Jealousys green eyes peer from behind everyscene The dramatists ideal when finally presented to the publicresembles those mutilated marbles that decorate the museums of Romeand Naples Only there is this difference the public can easilyimagine what the sculptor was about but seldom the dramatistWarrington was a young man tolerably goodlooking noticeably wellset up When they have good features a cleft chin and a generousnose cleanshaven men are good to look at He had fine eyes in thecorners of which always lurked mirth and mischief for he possessedabove all things an inexhaustible fund of dry humor His lines seldomprovoked rough laughter rather silent chucklesWarringtons scowl abated none In business women were generallynuisances they were always taking impossible stands He would findsome way out he was determined not to submit to the imperious fanciesof an actress however famous she might beSir will you aid a lady in distress The voice was tremulous butas rich in tone as the diapason of an organWarrington looked up from his cigar to behold a handsome young womanstanding at the side of his table Her round smooth cheeks wereflushed and on the lower lids of her splendid dark eyes tears ofshame trembled and threatened to fall Behind her stood a waiter ofimpassive countenance who was adding up the figures on a check hismovement full of suggestionThe dramatist understood the situation at once The young lady hadordered dinner and having eaten it found that she could not pay forit It was to say the least a trite situation But what can a man dowhen a pretty woman approaches him and pleads for assistance SoWarrington roseWhat may the trouble be he asked coldly for all that he instantlyrecognized her to be a person of breeding and refinementII have lost my purse and I have no money to pay the waiter Shemade this confession bravely and franklyHe looked about They were alone She interpreted his glance rathershrewdlyThere were no women to appeal to The waiter refused to accept myword and I really cant blame him I had not even the money to send amessenger homeOne of the trembling tears escaped and rolled down the blooming cheekWarrington surrendered He saw that this was an exceptional case Thegirl was truly in distress He knew his New York thoroughly a man orwoman without funds is treated with the finished cruelty with whichthe jovial Romans amused themselves with the Christians Lack of moneyin one person creates incredulity in another A penniless person isinvariably a liar and,13
Produced by David WidgerHISTORY OF THE UNITED NETHERLANDS 15841609 CompleteFrom the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Years TruceVolume IBy John Lothrop MotleyPREFACEThe indulgence with which the History of the Rise of the Dutch Republicwas received has encouraged me to prosecute my task with renewedindustryA single word seems necessary to explain the somewhat increasedproportions which the present work has assumed over the original designThe intimate connection which was formed between the Kingdom of Englandand the Republic of Holland immediately after the death of William theSilent rendered the history and the fate of the two commonwealths for aseason almost identical The years of anxiety and suspense during whichthe great Spanish project for subjugating England and reconquering theNetherlands by the same invasion was slowly matured were of deepestimport for the future destiny of those two countries and for the causeof national liberty The deeplaid conspiracy of Spain and Rome againsthuman rights deserves to be patiently examined for it is one of thegreat lessons of history The crisis was long and doubtful and thehealthperhaps the existenceof England and Holland and with themof a great part of Christendom was on the issueHistory has few so fruitful examples of the dangers which come fromsuperstition and despotism and the blessings which flow from themaintenance of religious and political freedom as those afforded by thestruggle between England and Holland on the one side and Spain and Romeon the other during the epoch which I have attempted to describe It isfor this reason that I have thought it necessary to reveal as minutelyas possible the secret details of this conspiracy of king and priestagainst the people and to show how it was baffled at last by the strongselfhelping energy of two free nations combinedThe period occupied by these two volumes is therefore a short one whencounted by years for it begins in 1584 and ends with the commencement of1590 When estimated by the significance of events and their results forfuture ages it will perhaps be deemed worthy of the close examinationwhich it has received With the year 1588 the crisis was past Englandwas safe and the new Dutch commonwealth was thoroughly organized It ismy design in two additional volumes which with the two now publishedwill complete the present work to carry the history of the Republic downto the Synod of Dort After this epoch the Thirty Years War broke out inGermany and it is my wish at a future day to retrace the history ofthat eventful struggle and to combine with it the civil and militaryevents in Holland down to the epoch when the Thirty Years War and theEighty Years War of the Netherlands were both brought to a close by thePeace of WestphaliaThe materials for the volumes now offered to the public were so abundantthat it was almost impossible to condense them into smaller compasswithout doing injustice to the subject It was desirable to throw fulllight on these prominent points of the history while the law ofhistorical perspective will allow long stretches of shadow in thesucceeding portions in which less important objects may be more slightlyindicated That I may not be thought capable of abusing the readersconfidence by inventing conversations speeches or letters I would takethis opportunity of statingalthough I have repeated the remark in thefootnotesthat no personage in these pages is made to write or speakany words save those which on the best historical evidence he is knownto have written or spokenA brief allusion to my sources of information will not seem superfluousI have carefully studied all the leading contemporary chronicles andpamphlets of Holland Flanders Spain France Germany and England butas the authorities are always indicated in the notes it is unnecessaryto give a list of them here But by far my most valuable materials areentirely unpublished onesThe archives of England are especially rich for the history of thesixteenth century and it will be seen in the course of the narrativehow largely I have drawn from those mines of historical wealth the StatePaper Office and the MS department of the British Museum Although boththese great national depositories are in admirable order it is to beregretted that they are not all embraced in one collection as muchtrouble might then be spared to the historical student who is nowobliged to pass frequently from the one place to the other in order tofind different portions of the same correspondenceFrom the royal archives of Holland I have obtained many most importantentirely unpublished documents by the aid of which I have endeavoured toverify to illustrate or sometimes to correct the recitals of the eldernational chroniclers and I have derived the greatest profit from theinvaluable series of Archives and Correspondence of the OrangeNassauFamily given to the world by M Groen van Prinsterer I desire to renewto that distinguished gentleman and to that eminent scholar M Bakhuyzenvan den Brink the expression of my gratitude for their constant kindnessand advice during my residence at the Hague Nothing can exceed thecourtesy which has been extended to me in Holland and I am deeplygrateful for the indulgence with which my efforts to illustrate thehistory of the country have been received where that history is bestknownI have also been much aided by the study of a portion of the Archives ofSimancas the originals of which are in the Archives de lEmpire inParis and which were most liberally laid before me through the kindnessof M le Comte de La BordeI have further enjoyed an inestimable advantage in the perusal of thewhole correspondence between Philip II his ministers and governorsrelating to the affairs of the Netherlands from the epoch at which thiswork commences down to that monarchs death Copies of thiscorrespondence have been carefully made from the originals at Simancas byorder of the Belgian Government under the superintendence of the eminentarchivist M Gachard who has already published a synopsis or abridgmentof a portion of it in a French translation The translation andabridgment of so large a mass of papers however must necessarily occupymany years and it may be long therefore before the whole of thecorrespondenceand particularly that,4
Produced by David WidgerHISTORY OF THE NETHERLANDS PG EDITION COMPLETEby JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY DCL LLDCorresponding Member of the Institute of France Etc15551623CONTENTS     The Rise of the Dutch Republic 15551584     History of the United Netherlands 15841609     Life and Death of John of Barneveld 16091623     A Memoir of John Lothrop Motley by Oliver Wendell Holmes SrTHE RISE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC 15551566A HistoryJOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY DCL LLD Corresponding Member of the Instituteof France Etc1855Etext Editors Note JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY born in Dorchester Mass1814 died 1877 Other works Mortons Hopes and Merry Mount novelsMotley was the United States Minister to Austria 186167 and the UnitedStates Minister to England 186970 Mark Twain mentions his respect forJohn Motley Oliver Wendell Holmes said in An Oration delivered beforethe City Authorities of Boston on the 4th of July 1863 It cannot bedeniedsays another observer placed on one of our nationalwatchtowers in a foreign capitalit cannot be denied that thetendency of European public opinion as delivered from high places ismore and more unfriendly to our cause but the people he addseverywhere sympathize with us for they know that our cause is that offree institutionsthat our struggle is that of the people against anoligarchy These are the words of the Minister to Austria whosegenerous sympathies with popular liberty no homage paid to his genius bythe class whose admiring welcome is most seductive to scholars has everspoiled our fellowcitizen the historian of a great Republic whichinfused a portion of its life into our ownJohn Lothrop Motley Seethe biography of Motley by Holmes EdPREFACEThe rise of the Dutch Republic must ever be regarded as one of theleading events of modern times Without the birth of this greatcommonwealth the various historical phenomena of the sixteenth andfollowing centuries must have either not existed or have presentedthemselves under essential modificationsItself an organized protestagainst ecclesiastical tyranny and universal empire the Republic guardedwith sagacity at many critical periods in the worlds history thatbalance of power which among civilized states ought always to beidentical with the scales of divine justice The splendid empire ofCharles the Fifth was erected upon the grave of liberty It is aconsolation to those who have hope in humanity to watch under the reignof his successor the gradual but triumphant resurrection of the spiritover which the sepulchre had so long been sealed From the handbreadth ofterritory called the province of Holland rises a power which wages eightyyears warfare with the most potent empire upon earth and which duringthe progress of the struggle becoming itself a mighty state and bindingabout its own slender form a zone of the richest possessions of earthfrom pole to tropic finally dictates its decrees to the empire ofCharlesSo much is each individual state but a member of one great internationalcommonwealth and so close is the relationship between the whole humanfamily that it is impossible for a nation even while struggling foritself not to acquire something for all mankind The maintenance of theright by the little provinces of Holland and Zealand in the sixteenth byHolland and England united in the seventeenth and by the United Statesof America in the eighteenth centuries forms but a single chapter in thegreat volume of human fate for the socalled revolutions of HollandEngland and America are all links of one chainTo the Dutch Republic even more than to Florence at an earlier day isthe world indebted for practical instruction in that great science ofpolitical equilibrium which must always become more and more important asthe various states of the civilized world are pressed more closelytogether and as the struggle for preeminence becomes more feverish andfatal Courage and skill in political and military combinations enabledWilliam the Silent to overcome the most powerful and unscrupulous monarchof his age The same hereditary audacity and fertility of genius placedthe destiny of Europe in the hands of Williams greatgrandson andenabled him to mould into an impregnable barrier the various elements ofopposition to the overshadowing monarchy of Louis XIV As the schemes ofthe Inquisition and the unparalleled tyranny of Philip in one centuryled to the establishment of the Republic of the United Provinces so inthe next the revocation of the Nantes Edict and the invasion of Hollandare avenged by the elevation of the Dutch stadholder upon the throne ofthe stipendiary StuartsTo all who speak the English language the history of the great agonythrough which the Republic of Holland was ushered into life must havepeculiar interest for it is a portion of the records of the AngloSaxonraceessentially the same whether in Friesland England orMassachusettsA great naval and commercial commonwealth occupying a small portion ofEurope but conquering a wide empire by the private enterprise of tradingcompanies girdling the world with its innumerable dependencies in AsiaAmerica Africa Australiaexercising sovereignty in Brazil Guiana theWest Indies New York at the Cape of Good Hope in Hindostan CeylonJava Sumatra New Hollandhaving first laid together as it were manyof the Cyclopean blocks out of which the British realm at a lateperiod has been constructedmust always be looked upon with interest byEnglishmen as in a great measure the precursor in their own scheme ofempireFor America the spectacle is one of still deeper import The DutchRepublic originated in the opposition of the rational elements of humannature to sacerdotal dogmatism and persecutionin the courageousresistance of historical and chartered liberty to foreign despotismNeither that liberty nor ours was born of the cloudembraces of a falseDivinity with a Humanity of impossible beauty nor was the infant careerof either arrested in blood and tears by the madness of its worshippersTo maintain not to overthrow was the device of the Washington of thesixteenth century as it was the aim of our own hero and his greatcontemporariesThe great Western Republic thereforein whose AngloSaxon veins flowsmuch of that ancient and kindred blood received from the nation onceruling a noble portion of its territory and tracking its own politicalexistence to the same parent spring of temperate human libertymust lookwith affectionate interest upon the trials of the elder commonwealthThese volumes recite the achievement of,4
Produced by David WidgerFIRST SERIES PLAYSBy John GalsworthyContents     THE SILVER BOX     JOY     STRIFETHE SILVER BOXA COMEDY IN THREE ACTSPERSONS OF THE PLAYJOHN BARTHWICK MP a wealthy LiberalMRS BARTHWICK his wifeJACK BARTHWICK their sonROPER their solicitorMRS JONES their charwomanMARLOW their manservantWHEELER their maidservantJONES the stranger within their gatesMRS SEDDON a landladySNOW a detectiveA POLICE MAGISTRATEAN UNKNOWN LADY from beyondTWO LITTLE GIRLS homelessLIVENS their fatherA RELIEVING OFFICERA MAGISTRATES CLERKAN USHERPOLICEMEN CLERKS AND OTHERSTIME The present The action of the first two Acts takes place onEaster Tuesday the action of the third on Easter Wednesday weekACT I     SCENE I Rockingham Gate John Barthwicks diningroom     SCENE II The same     SCENE III The sameACT II     SCENE I The Joness lodgings Merthyr Street     SCENE II John Barthwicks diningroomACT III A London police courtACT ISCENE I     The  curtain rises on the BARTHWICKS diningroom large     modern and well furnished the window curtains drawn     Electric light is burning  On the large round diningtable is     set out a tray with whisky a syphon and a silver     cigarettebox  It is past midnight     A fumbling is heard outside the door  It is opened suddenly     JACK BARTHWICK seems to fall into the room  He stands holding     by the door knob staring before him with a beatific smile     He is in evening dress and opera hat and carries in his hand a     skyblue velvet ladys reticule  His boyish face is freshly     coloured and cleanshaven  An overcoat is hanging on his armJACK  Hello  Ive got home all riDefiantly  Who says Ishd never ve opened th door without sistance  He staggers infumbling with the reticule A ladys handkerchief and purse ofcrimson silk fall out  Serve her joll well righteverythingdroppin out  Th cat  I ve scored her offI ve got her bagHe swings the reticule  Serves her joly well right He takes acigarette out of the silver box and puts it in his mouth  Nevergave tha fellow anything  He hunts through all his pockets andpulls a shilling out it drops and rolls away  He looks for itBeastly shilling  He looks again  Base ingratitude  Absolutelynothing  He laughs  Mus tell him Ive got absolutely nothing     He lurches through the door and down a corridor and presently     returns followed by JONES who is advanced in liquor  JONES     about thirty years of age has hollow cheeks black circles     round his eyes and rusty clothes He looks as though he might     be unemployed and enters in a hangdog mannerJACK  Sh  sh  sh  Dont you make a noise whatever you do  Shuthe door an have a drink  Very solemnly  You helped me to openthe doorI ve got nothin for you  This is my house  My fathersnames Barthwick hes Member of ParliamentLiberal Member ofParliament Ive told you that before  Have a drink  He pours outwhisky and drinks it up  Im not drunk Subsiding on a sofaThas all right  Whas your name  My names Barthwick sos myfathers Im a Liberal toowhare youJONES  In a thick sardonic voice  Im a bloomin ConservativeMy names Jones  My wife works ere shes the char she worksereJACK  Jones  He laughs  Theres nother Jones at College withme  Im not a Socialist myself Im a Liberaltheres velilldifference because of the principles of the LibLiberal PartyWere all equal before the lawthas rot thas silly  LaughsWha was I about to say  Give me some whisky     JONES gives him the whisky he desires together with a squirt     of syphonWha I was goin tell you wasI ve had a row with her  He wavesthe reticule  Have a drink Jonessh d never have got in withoutyoutha s why I m giving you a drink  Don care who knows Ivescored her off  Th cat  He throws his feet up on the sofaDon you make a noise whatever you do  You pour out a drinkyoumake yourself good long long drinkyou take cigaretteyou takeanything you like  Shd never have got in without you  Closinghis eyes  Youre a Toryyoure a Tory Socialist  Im Liberalmyselfhave a drinkI m an excelnt chap     His head drops back  He smiling falls asleep and JONES     stands looking at him then snatching up JACKs glass he     drinks it off  He picks the reticule from off JACKS     shirtfront holds it to the light and smells at itJONES  Been on the tiles and brought ome some of yer cats furHe stuffs it into JACKs breast pocketJACK  Murmuring  I ve scored you off  You cat     JONES looks around him furtively he pours out whisky and     drinks it  From the silver box he takes a cigarette puffs at     it and drinks more whisky  There is no sobriety left in himJONES  Fat lot o things theyve got ere  He sees the crimsonpurse lying on the floor  More cats fur  Puss puss  Hefingers it drops it on the tray and looks at JACK  Calf  Fatcalf  He sees his own presentment in a mirror  Lifting his handswith fingers,76
Produced by David WidgerFIFTH SERIES PLAYS OF GALSWORTHYBy John GalsworthyContents     A Family Man     Loyalties     WindowsA FAMILY MANFrom the 5th Series PlaysBy John GalsworthyCHARACTERSJOHN BUILDER of the firm of Builder  BuilderJULIA His WifeATHENE His elder DaughterMAUD His younger DaughterRALPH BUILDER His Brother and PartnerGUY HERRINGHAME A Flying ManANNIE A Young Person in BlueCAMILLE Mrs Builders French MaidTOPPING Builders ManservantTHE MAYOR Of BreconridgeHARRIS His SecretaryFRANCIS CHANTREY JPMOON A ConstableMARTIN A Police SergeantA JOURNALIST From The CometTHE FIGURE OF A POACHERTHE VOICES AND FACES OF SMALL BOYSThe action passes in the town of Breconridge the MidlandsACT I     SCENE I  BUILDERS Study  After breakfast     SCENE II  A StudioACT II  BUILDERS Study  LunchtimeACT III     SCENE I THE MAYORS Study  10am the following day     SCENE II  BUILDERS Study  The same  Noon     SCENE III  BUILDERS Study  The same  EveningACT ISCENE I     The study of JOHN BUILDER in the provincial town of Breconridge     A panelled room wherein nothing is ever studied except perhaps     BUILDERS face in the mirror over the fireplace  It is however     comfortable and has large leather chairs and a writing table in the     centre on which is a typewriter and many papers  At the back is a     large window with French outside shutters overlooking the street     for the house is an old one built in an age when the homes of     doctors lawyers and so forth were part of a provincial town and     not yet suburban  There are two or three fine old prints on the     walls Right and Left and a fine old fireplace Left with a     fender on which one can sit  A door Left back leads into the     diningroom and a door Right forward into the hall     JOHN BUILDER is sitting in his afterbreakfast chair before the fire     with The Times in his hands  He has breakfasted well and is in     that condition of firstpipe serenity in which the affairs of the     nation seem almost bearable  He is a tallish square personable     man of fortyseven with a wellcoloured jowly fullish face     marked under the eyes which have very small pupils and a good deal     of light in them  His bearing has force and importance as of a man     accustomed to rising and ownerships sure in his opinions and not     lacking in geniality when things go his way  Essentially a     Midlander  His wife a woman of fortyone of ivory tint with a     thin trim figure and a face so strangely composed as to be almost     like a mask essentially from Jersey is putting a nib into a     penholder and filling an inkpot at the writingtable     As the curtain rises CAMILLE enters with a rather brokendown     cardboard box containing flowers  She is a young woman with a good     figure a pale face the warm brown eyes and complete poise of a     Frenchwoman  She takes the box to MRS BUILDERMRS BUILDER  The blue vase please Camille     CAMILLE fetches a vase  MRS BUILDER puts the flowers into the vase     CAMILLE gathers up the debris  and with a glance at BUILDER goes     outBUILDER  Glorious October  I ought to have a damned good days shootingwith Chantrey tomorrowMRS BUILDER  Arranging the flowers  Arent you going to the officethis morningBUILDER  Well no I was going to take a couple of days off  If youfeel at the top of your form take a restthen you go on feeling at thetop  He looks at her as if calculating  What do you say to looking upAtheneMRS BUILDER  Palpably  astonished  Athene  But you said youd donewith herBUILDER  Smiling Six weeks ago but dash it one cant have done withones own daughter  Thats the weakness of an Englishman he cant keepup his resentments  In a town like this it doesnt do to have her livingby herself  One of these days itll get out weve had a row  Thatwouldnt do me any goodMRS BUILDER  I seeBUILDER  Besides I miss her  Mauds so selfabsorbed  It makes a bighole in the family Julia  Youve got her address havent youMRS BUILDER  Yes  Very still  But do you think its dignified JohnBUILDER  Genially  Oh hang dignity  I rather pride myself on knowingwhen to stand on my dignity and when to sit on it  If shes still crazyabout Art she can live at home and go out to studyMRS BUILDER  Her craze was for libertyBUILDER  A few weeks discomfort soon cures that  She cant live on herpittance  Shell have found that out by now  Get your things on andcome with me at twelve oclockMRS BUILDER  I think youll regret it  Shell refuseBUILDER  Not if Im nice to her  A child could play with me todayShall I tell you a secret JuliaMRS BUILDER  It would be pleasant for a changeBUILDER  The Mayors coming round at,14
Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHEART OF THE SUNSETBy Rex BeachAuthor of THE SILVER HORDE THE SPOILERS THE IRON TRAIL EtcCONTENTS     I   THE WATERHOLE    II   THE AMBUSH   III   WHAT HAPPENED AT THE WATERHOLE    IV   AN EVENING AT LAS PALMAS     V   SOMETHING ABOUT HEREDITY    VI   A JOURNEY AND A DARK MAN   VII   LUIS LONGORIO  VIII   BLAZE JONESS NEMESIS    IX   A SCOUTING TRIP     X   A RANGERS HORSE    XI   JUDGE ELLSWORTH EXACTS A PROMISE   XII   LONGORIO MAKES BOLD  XIII   DAVE LAW BECOMES JEALOUS   XIV   JOSE SANCHEZ SWEARS AN OATH    XV   THE TRUTH ABOUT PANFILO   XVI   THE RODEO  XVII   THE GUZMAN INCIDENT XVIII   ED AUSTIN TURNS AT BAY   XIX   RANGERS    XX   SUPERSTITIONS AND CERTAINTIES   XXI   AN AWAKENING  XXII   WHAT ELLSWORTH HAD TO SAY XXIII   THE CRASH  XXIV   DAVE LAW COMES HOME   XXV   A WARNING AND A SURPRISE  XXVI   THE WATERCURE XXVII   LA FERIAXXVIII   THE DOORS OF PARADISE  XXIX   THE PRIEST FROM MONCLOVA   XXX   THE MAN OF DESTINY  XXXI   A SPANISH WILL XXXII   THE DAWNHEART OF THE SUNSETITHE WATERHOLEA fitful breeze played among the mesquite bushes The naked earthwhere it showed between the clumps of grass was baked plaster hard Itburned like hot slag and except for a panting lizard here and thereor a dustgray jackrabbit startled from its covert nothing animatestirred upon its face High and motionless in the blinding sky abuzzard poised longtailed Mexican crows among the thorny branchescreaked and whistled choked and rattled snored and grunted a dovemourned inconsolably and out of the air issued metallic insectcriesthe direction whence they came as unascertainable as theirsource was hiddenAlthough the sun was halfway down the west its glare remaineduntempered and the tantalizing shade of the sparse mesquite was moreof a trial than a comfort to the lone woman who refusing its deceitfulinvitation plodded steadily over the waste Stop indeed she darednot In spite of her fatigue regardless of the torture from feet andlimbs unused to walking she must as she constantly assured herselfkeep going until strength failed So far fortunately she had kept herhead and she retained sufficient reason to deny the fancifulapprehensions which clamored for audience If she once allowed herselfto become panicky she knew she would fare worsefar worseand nowif ever she needed all her faculties Somewhere to the northwardperhaps a mile perhaps a league distant lay the waterholeBut the country was of a deadly and a deceitful sameness devoid oflandmarks and lacking welldefined watercourses The unending mesquitewith its first spring foliage resembled a limitless peachorchard sownby some careless and unbelievably prodigal hand Out of these falseacres occasional knolls and low stony hills lifted themselves so thatone came now and then to vantagepoints where the eye leaped forgreat distances across imperceptible valleys to horizons so far awaythat the scattered treeclumps were blended into an unbroken carpet ofgreen To the woman these outlooks were unutterably depressing merelyserving to reveal the vastness of the desolation about herAt the crest of such a rise she paused and studied the countrycarefully but without avail She felt dizzily for the desert bag swungfrom her shoulder only to find it flat and dry the galvanizedmouthpiece burned her fingers With a little shock she remembered thatshe had done this very thing several times before and her repeatedforgetting frightened her since it seemed to show that her mind hadbeen slightly unbalanced by the heat That perhaps explained why thedistant horizon swam and wavered soIn all probability a man situated as she was would have spoken aloudin an endeavor to steady himself but this woman did nothing of thesort Seating herself in the densest shade she could findit wasreally no shade at allshe closed her eyes and relaxedno easy thingto do in such a stifling temperature and when her throat was achingwith droughtAt length she opened her eyes again only to find that she could makeout nothing familiar Undoubtedly she was lost the waterhole might beanywhere She listened tensely and the very air seemed to listen withher the leaves hushed their faint whisperings a nearby cactus heldits forty fleshy ears alert while others more distant poised in thesame harkening attitude It seemed to the woman that a thousand earswere straining with hers yet no sound came save only the monotonouscrescendo and diminuendo of those locustcries coming out of nowhereand retreating into the voids At last as if satisfied the leavesbegan to whisper softly againAway to her left lay the yellow flood of the Rio Grande but the womanthough tempted to swing in that direction knew better than to yieldAt least twenty miles of barrens lay between and she told herself thatshe could never cover such a distance No the waterhole was nearerit must be close at hand If she could only think a little moreclearly she could locate it Once more she tried as she had triedmany times before to recall the exact point where she had shot herhorse and to map in her minds eye the footweary course she hadtraveled from that point onwardDesert travel was nothing new to her thirst and fatigue were oldacquaintances yet she could not help wondering if in spite of hertraining in spite of that inborn sense of direction which she hadprided herself upon sharing with the wild creatures she were fated tobecome a victim of the chaparral The possibility was remote death atthis moment seemed as far,0
Produced by Don LainsonTHE PATH OF A STARBy Mrs Everard CotesAKA Sara Jeannette Duncan1899CHAPTER IShe pushed the portiere aside with a curved hand and gracefullyseparated fingers it was a staccato movement and her body followed itafter an instants poise of hesitation head thrust a little forwardeyes inquiring and a tentative smile although she knew precisely whowas there You would have been aware at once that she was an actressShe entered the room with a little stride and then crossed it quicklythe train of her morning gownit cried out of luxury with the cheapestvoicetaking folds of great audacity as she bent her face in its loosemass of hair over Laura Filbert sitting on the edge of a bamboo sofaand saidYou poor thing Oh you POOR thingShe took Lauras hand as she spoke and tried to keep it but the handwas neutral and she let it go It is a hand she said to herselfin one of those quick reflections that so often visited her readymadethat turns the merely inquiring mind away Nothing but feeling couldhold itMiss Filbert made the conventional effort to rise but it came tonothing or to a mere embarrassed accent of their greeting Then hervoice showed this feeling to be superficial made nothing of it pushedit to one sideI suppose you cannot see the foolishness of your pity she said OhMiss Howe I am happier than you aremuch happier Her bare feet asshe spoke nestled into the coarse Mirzapore rug on the floor and hereye lingered approvingly upon an Owari vase three feet high and thickwith the gilded landscape of Japan which stood near it in the cheapmagnificence of the roomHilda smiled Her smile acquiesced in the world she had foundacquiesced with the gladness of an explorer in Laura Filbert as afeature of itDont be too sure she cried I am very happy It is such a pleasureto see youHer gaze embraced Miss Filbert as a person and Miss Filbert as apictorial fact but that was because she could not help it Her eyeswere really engaged only with the latter Miss FilbertMuch happier than you are Laura repeated slowly moving her head fromside to side as if to negative contradiction in advance She smiled tooit was as if she had remembered a former habit from politenessOf course you areof course Miss Howe acknowledged The words weremellow and vibrant her voice seemed to dwell upon them with a kind ofrich affection Her face covered itself with serious sweetness I canimagine the beatitudes you feelby your clothesThe girl drew her feet under her and her hand went up to the onlysemiconventional item of her attire It was a brooch that exclaimed insilver letters Glory to His Name It is the dress of the Army in thiscountry she said I would not change it for the wardrobe of a queenThats just what I mean Miss Howe leaned back in her chair with herhead among its cushions and sent her words fluently across the roomstraight and level with the glance from between her halfclosed eyelidsA fine sensuous appreciation of the indolence it was possible to enjoyin the East clung about her To live on a plane that lifts you up likethatso that you can defy all criticism and all convention and goabout the streets like a mark of exclamation at the selfishness of theworldthere must be something very consummate in it or you couldnt goon At least I couldntI suppose I do look odd to you Her voice took a curious softuplifted note I wear three garments onlythe garments of my sisterswho plant the young shoots in the ricefields and carry bricks for thebuilding of rich mens houses and gather the dung of the roadways toburn for fuel If the Army is to conquer India it must march barefootedand bareheaded all the way All the way Laura repeated with atremor of musical sadness Her eyes were fixed in appeal upon the otherwomans And if the sun beats down upon my uncovered head I think Itstruck more fiercely upon Calvary and if the way is sharp to my unshodfeet I say At least I have no cross to bear The last words seemedalmost a chant and her voice glided from them into singing     The blessed Saviour died for me      On the cross  On the cross      He bore my sins at Calvary      On the rugged crossShe sang softly her body thrust a little forward in a tender swaying     Behold His hands and feet and side      The crown of thorns the crimson tide      Forgive them Father loud He cried      On the rugged crossOh thank you Miss Howe exclaimed Then she murmured again Thatsjust what I meanA blankness came over the girls face as a light cloud will cross themoon She regarded Hilda from behind it with penetrant anxiety Didyou really enjoy that hymn she askedIndeed I didThen dear Miss Howe I think you cannot be very far from the KingdomI Oh I have my part in a kingdom Her voice caressed the idea Andthe curious thing is that we are all aristocrats who belong to it Notthe vulgar kind you understandbut no you dont understand Youllhave to take my word for it Miss Howes eyes sought a red hibiscusflower that looked in at the window half drowned in sunlight and thesmile in them deepenedIs it the Kingdom of God and His righteousness Laura Filberts clearglance was disturbed by a ray of curiosity but the inflexible qualityof her tone more than counterbalanced thisTheres nothing about it in the Bible if thats what you mean And yetI think the men who wrote The time of the singing of birds has comeand I will lift mine eyes unto the hills must have belonged to itShe paused with an odd look of discomfiture But one shouldnt talkabout things like thatit,4
Produced by Charles Keller  HTML version by Al HainesJean of the Lazy AByB M BOWERCONTENTSCHAPTER     I  HOW TROUBLE CAME TO THE LAZY A    II  CONCERNING LITE AND A FEW FOOTPRINTS   III  WHAT A MANS GOOD NAME IS WORTH    IV  JEAN     V  JEAN RIDES INTO A SMALL ADVENTURE    VI  AND THE VILLAIN PURSUED LITE   VII  ROBERT GRANT BURNS GETS HELP  VIII  JEAN SPOILS SOMETHING    IX  A MANSIZED JOB FOR JEAN     X  JEAN LEARNS WHAT FEAR IS LIKE    XI  LITES PUPIL DEMONSTRATES   XII  TO DOUBLE FOR MURIEL GAY  XIII  PICTURES AND PLANS AND MYSTERIOUS FOOTSTEPS   XIV  PUNCH VERSUS PRESTIGE    XV  A LEADING LADY THEY WOULD MAKE OF JEAN   XVI  FOR ONCE AT LEAST LITE HAD HIS WAY  XVII  WHY DONT YOU GIVE THEM SOMETHING REAL XVIII  A NEW KIND OF PICTURE   XIX  IN LOS ANGELES    XX  CHANCE TAKES A HAND   XXI  JEAN BELIEVES THAT SHE TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS  XXII  JEAN MEETS ONE CRISIS AND CONFRONTS ANOTHER XXIII  A LITTLE ENLIGHTENMENT  XXIV  THE LETTER IN THE CHAPS   XXV  LITE COMES OUT OF THE BACKGROUND  XXVI  HOW HAPPINESS RETURNED TO THE LAZY AJEAN OF THE LAZY ACHAPTER IHOW TROUBLE CAME TO THE LAZY AWithout going into a deep psychological discussion of the elements inmens souls that breed events we may say with truth that the Lazy Aranch was as other ranches in the smooth tenor of its life until oneday in June when the finger of fate wrote bold and black across theface of it the word that blotted out prosperity content warm familytiesall those things that go to make life worth whileJean sixteen and a range girl to the last fiber of her being hadgotten up early that morning and had washed the dishes and swept andhad shaken the rugs of the little livingroom most vigorously  On herknees with stiff brush and much soapy water she had scrubbed thekitchen floor until the boards dried white as kitchen floors may beShe had baked a loaf of gingerbread that came from the oven with amost delectable odor and had wrapped it in a clean cloth to cool onthe kitchen table  Her dad and Lite Avery would show cause for thebaking of it when they sat down fresh washed and ravenous to theirsupper that evening  I mention Jean and her scrubbed kitchen and thegingerbread by way of proving how the Lazy A went unwarned andunsuspecting to the very brink of its disasterLite Avery long and lean and silently content with life had riddenaway with a package of sandwiches after a full breakfast and a smilefrom the slim girl who cooked it upon the business of the day whichhappened to be a long ride with one of the Bar Nothing riders down inthe breaks along the river  Jeans father big Aleck Douglas hadsaddled and ridden away alone upon business of his own  And presentlyin midforenoon Jean closed the kitchen door upon an immaculatelyclean house filled with the warm fragrant odor of her baking and infresh shirt waist and her best ridingskirt and Stetson went whistlingaway down the path to the stable and saddled Pard the brown colt thatLite had broken to the saddle for her that spring In ten minutes or soshe went galloping down the coulee and out upon the trail to townwhich was fifteen miles away and held a chum of hersSo Lazy A coulee was left at peace with scratching hens busy with thefeeding of halffeathered chicks and a rooster that crowed from thecorral fence seven times without stopping to take breath  In the bigcorral a sorrel mare nosed her colt and nibbled abstractedly at thepile of hay in one corner while the colt wabbled aimlessly up andsniffed curiously and then turned to inspect the rails that felt soqueer and hard when he rubbed his nose against them  The sun was warmand cloudshadows drifted lazily across the coulee with the breeze thatblew from the west  You never would dream that this was the lastdaythe last few hours evenwhen the Lazy A would be the untroubledhome of three persons of whose lives it formed so great a partAt noon the hens were hovering their chickens in the shade of the mowerwhich Lite was overhauling during his spare time getting it ready forthe hay that was growing apace out there in the broad mouth of thecoulee  The rooster was wallowing luxuriously in a dusty spot in thecorral  The young colt lay stretched out on the fat of its side in thesun sound asleep  The sorrel mare lay beside it asleep also withher head thrown up against her shoulder  Somewhere in a shed a calfwas bawling in bored lonesomeness away from its mother feeding down thepasture  And over all the coulee and the buildings nestled against thebluff at its upper end was spread that atmosphere of homey comfort andsheltered calm which surrounds always a home that is happyLite Avery riding toward home just when the shadows were beginning togrow long behind him wondered if Jean would be back by the time hereached the ranch  He hoped so with a vague distaste at finding theplace empty of her cheerful presence  Be looked at his watch it wasnearly four oclock  She ought to be home by halfpast four or fiveanyway  He glanced sidelong at Jim and quietly slackened his pace alittle Jim was telling one of those long rambling tales of the littlehappenings of a narrow life and Lite was supposed to be listeninginstead of thinking about,1
Produced by David WidgerTHE EMPEROR CompleteBy Georg EbersTranslated by Clara BellPREFACEIt is now fourteen years since I planned the story related in thesevolumes the outcome of a series of lectures which I had occasion todeliver on the period of the Roman dominion in Egypt But the pleasuresof inventive composition were forced to give way to scientific laborsand when I was once more at leisure to try my wings with increase ofpower I felt more strongly urged to other flights Thus it came to passthat I did I not take the time of Hadrian for the background of a taletill after I had dealt with the still later period of the early monasticmove in Homo Sum Since finishing that romance my old wish to depictin the form of a story the most important epoch of the history of thatvenerable nation to which I have devoted nearly a quarter century of mylife has found its fulfilment I have endeavored to give a picture ofthe splendor of the Pharaonic times in Uarda of the subjection ofEgypt to the new Empire of the Persians in An Egyptian Princess ofthe Hellenic period under the Lagides in The Sisters of the Romandominion and the early growth of Christianity in The Emperor andof the anchorite spiritin the deserts and rocks of the SinaiticPeninsulain Homo Sum Thus the present work is the last of which thescene will be laid in Egypt This series of romances will not onlyhave introduced the reader to a knowledge of the history of manners andculture in Egypt but will have facilitated his comprehension of certaindominant ideas which stirred the mind of the Ancients How far I mayhave succeeded in rendering the color of the times I have described andin producing pictures that realize the truth I myself cannot ventureto judge for since even present facts are differently reflected indifferent minds this must be still more emphatically the case withthings long since past and halfforgotten Again and again whenhistorical investigation has refused to afford me the means ofresuscitating some remotely ancient scene I have been obliged to takecounsel of imagination and remember the saying that the Poet must be aretrospective Seer and could allow my fancy to spread her wings whileI remained her lord and knew the limits up to which I might permit herto soar I considered it my lawful privilege to paint much that waspure invention but nothing that was not possible at the period I wasrepresenting A due regard for such possibility has always set thebounds to fancys flight wherever existing authorities have allowedme to be exact and faithful I have always been so and the mostdistinguished of my fellowprofessors in Germany England France andHolland have more than once borne witness to this But as I needhardly point out poetical and historical truth are not the same thingfor historical truth must remain as far as possible unbiassed by thesubjective feeling of the writer while poetical truth can only findexpression through the medium of the artists fancyAs in my last two romances so in The Emperor I have added no notesI do this in the pleasant conviction of having won the confidence of myreaders by my historical and other labors Nothing has encouraged me tofresh imaginative works so much as the fact that through these romancesthe branch of learning that I profess has enlisted many disciples whosenames are now mentioned with respect among Egyptologists Every one whois familiar with the history of Hadrians time will easily discern bytrifling traits from what author or from which inscription or monumentthe minor details have been derived and I do not care to interrupt thecourse of the narrative and so spoil the pleasure of the larger classof readers It would be a happiness to me to believe that this taledeserves to be called a real work of art and as such its firstfunction should be to charm and elevate the mind Those who at the sametime enrich their knowledge by its study ought not to detect the factthat they are learningThose who are learned in the history of Alexandria under the Romans maywonder that I should have made no mention of the Therapeutai on LakeMareotis I had originally meant to devote a chapter to them but Lucasrecent investigations led me to decide on leaving it unwritten I havegiven years of study to the early youth of Christianity particularlyin Egypt and it affords me particular satisfaction to help others torealize how in Hadrians time the pure teaching of the Saviour as yetlittle sullied by the contributions of human minds conqueredand couldnot fail to conquerthe hearts of men Side by side with the triumphantFaith I have set that noble blossom of Greek life and cultureArt whichin later ages Christianity absorbed in order to dress herself in herbeautiful forms The statues and bust of Antinous which remain to us ofthat epoch show that the drooping tree was still destined to put forthnew leaves under Hadrians ruleThe romantic traits which I have attributed to the character of my herowho travelled throughout the world climbing mountains to rejoice inthe splendor of he rising sun are authentic One of the most difficulttasks I have ever set myself was to construct from the abundant butessentially contradictory accounts of Hadian a human figure in which Icould myself at all believe still how gladly I set to work to do soThere was much to be considered in working out this narrative but thestory itself has flowed straight from the heart of the writer I canonly hope it may find its way to that of the reader   LEIPZIG November 1880                    GEORG EBERSTHE EMPERORBOOK 1CHAPTER IThe morning twilight had dawned into day and the sun had risen on thefirst of December of the year of our Lord 129 but was still veiled bymilkwhite mists which rose from the sea and it was coldKasius a mountain of moderate elevation stands on a tongue of landthat projects from,4
Produced by Judith BossOut of Times AbyssByEdgar Rice BurroughsJTABLE 5 5 1Chapter IThis is the tale of Bradley after he left Fort Dinosaur upon the westcoast of the great lake that is in the center of the islandUpon the fourth day of September 1916 he set out with fourcompanions Sinclair Brady James and Tippet to search along thebase of the barrier cliffs for a point at which they might be scaledThrough the heavy Caspakian air beneath the swollen sun the five menmarched northwest from Fort Dinosaur now waistdeep in lush junglegrasses starred with myriad gorgeous blooms now across openmeadowland and parklike expanses and again plunging into dense forestsof eucalyptus and acacia and giant arboreous ferns with featheredfronds waving gently a hundred feet above their headsAbout them upon the ground among the trees and in the air over themmoved and swung and soared the countless forms of Caspaks teeminglife  Always were they menaced by some frightful thing and seldom weretheir rifles cool yet even in the brief time they had dwelt uponCaprona they had become callous to danger so that they swung alonglaughing and chatting like soldiers on a summer hikeThis reminds me of South Clark Street remarked Brady who had onceserved on the traffic squad in Chicago and as no one asked him why hevolunteered that it was because its no place for an IrishmanSouth Clark Street and heaven have something in common thensuggested Sinclair  James and Tippet laughed and then a hideous growlbroke from a dense thicket ahead and diverted their attention to othermattersOne of them behemoths of Oly Writ muttered Tippet as they came to ahalt and with guns ready awaited the almost inevitable chargeHungry lot o beggars these said Bradley always trying to eateverything they seeFor a moment no further sound came from the thicket  He may befeeding now suggested Bradley  Well try to go around him  Cantwaste ammunition  Wont last forever  Follow me  And he set off atright angles to their former course hoping to avert a charge  Theyhad taken a dozen steps perhaps when the thicket moved to the advanceof the thing within it the leafy branches parted and the hideous headof a gigantic bear emergedPick your trees whispered Bradley  Cant waste ammunitionThe men looked about them  The bear took a couple of steps forwardstill growling menacingly  He was exposed to the shoulders nowTippet took one look at the monster and bolted for the nearest treeand then the bear charged  He charged straight for Tippet  The othermen scattered for the various trees they had selectedall exceptBradley  He stood watching Tippet and the bear  The man had a goodstart and the tree was not far away but the speed of the enormouscreature behind him was something to marvel at yet Tippet was in afair way to make his sanctuary when his foot caught in a tangle ofroots and down he went his rifle flying from his hand and fallingseveral yards away  Instantly Bradleys piece was at his shoulderthere was a sharp report answered by a roar of mingled rage and painfrom the carnivore  Tippet attempted to scramble to his feetLie still shouted Bradley  Cant waste ammunitionThe bear halted in its tracks wheeled toward Bradley and then backagain toward Tippet  Again the formers rifle spit angrily and thebear turned again in his direction  Bradley shouted loudly  Come onyou behemoth of Holy Writ he cried  Come on you duffer  Cantwaste ammunition  And as he saw the bear apparently upon the verge ofdeciding to charge him he encouraged the idea by backing rapidly awayknowing that an angry beast will more often charge one who moves thanone who lies stillAnd the bear did charge  Like a bolt of lightning he flashed down uponthe Englishman  Now run  Bradley called to Tippet and himselfturned in flight toward a nearby tree  The other men now safelyensconced upon various branches watched the race with breathlessinterest  Would Bradley make it  It seemed scarce possible  And ifhe didnt  James gasped at the thought  Six feet at the shoulderstood the frightful mountain of bloodmad flesh and bone and sinew thatwas bearing down with the speed of an express train upon the seeminglyslowmoving manIt all happened in a few seconds but they were seconds that seemedlike hours to the men who watched  They saw Tippet leap to his feet atBradleys shouted warning  They saw him run stooping to recover hisrifle as he passed the spot where it had fallen  They saw him glanceback toward Bradley and then they saw him stop short of the tree thatmight have given him safety and turn back in the direction of the bearFiring as he ran Tippet raced after the great cave bearthe monstrousthing that should have been extinct ages beforeran for it and firedeven as the beast was almost upon Bradley  The men in the treesscarcely breathed  It seemed to them such a futile thing for Tippet todo and Tippet of all men  They had never looked upon Tippet as acowardthere seemed to be no cowards among that strangely assortedcompany that Fate had gathered together from the four corners of theearthbut Tippet was considered a cautious man  Overcautious somethought him  How futile he and his little popgun appeared as hedashed after that living engine of destruction  But oh how gloriousIt was some such thought as this that ran through Bradys mind thougharticulated it might have been expressed otherwise albeit moreforcefullyJust then it occurred to Brady to fire and he too opened upon thebear but at the same instant the animal stumbled and fell forwardthough still growling most fearsomely  Tippet never stopped running orfiring until he stood within a foot of the brute which lay almosttouching Bradley and was already struggling to regain its feetPlacing the muzzle of his gun against the bears ear Tippet pulled thetrigger,42
Produced by David WidgerA THORNY PATHBy Georg EbersVolume 1CHAPTER IThe green screen slowly rose covering the lower portion of the broadstudio window where Heron the gemcutter was at work It was Melissathe artists daughter who had pulled it up with bended knees andoutstretched arms panting for breathThat is enough cried her fathers impatient voice He glanced up atthe flood of light which the blinding sun of Alexandria was pouring intothe room as it did every autumn afternoon but as soon as the shadowfell on his worktable the old mans busy fingers were at work againand he heeded his daughter no moreAn hour later Melissa again and without any bidding pulled up thescreen as before but it was so much too heavy for her that the effortbrought the blood into her calm fair face as the deep rough That isenough was again heard from the worktableThen silence reigned once more Only the artists low whistling ashe worked or the patter and pipe of the birds in their cages by thewindow broke the stillness of the spacious room till the voice andstep of a man were presently heard in the anteroomHeron laid by his graver and Melissa her gold embroidery and the eyesof father and daughter met for the first time for some hours The verybirds seemed excited and a starling which had sat moping since thescreen had shut the sun out now cried out Olympias Melissa roseand after a swift glance round the room she went to the door come whomightAy even if the brother she was expecting should bring a companion ora patron of art who desired her fathers work the room need not fear acritical eye and she was so well assured of the faultless neatness ofher own person that she only passed a hand over her brown hair andwith an involuntary movement pulled her simple white robe more tightlythrough her girdleHerons studio was as clean and as simple as his daughters attirethough it seemed larger than enough for the purpose it served for onlya very small part of it was occupied by the artist who sat as if inexile behind the worktable on which his belongings were laid out a setof small instruments in a case a tray filled with shells and bitsof onyx and other agates a yellow ball of Cyrenian modelingwaxpumicestone bottles boxes and bowlsMelissa had no sooner crossed the threshold than the sculptor drew uphis broad shoulders and brawny person and raised his hand to fling awaythe slender stylus he had been using however he thought better ofit and laid it carefully aside with the other tools But this act ofselfcontrol must have cost the hotheaded powerful man a great effortfor he shot a fierce look at the instrument which had had so narrow anescape and gave it a push of vexation with the back of his handThen he turned towards the door his sunburnt face looking surly enoughin its frame of tangled gray hair and beard and as he waited for thevisitor whom Melissa was greeting outside he tossed back his big headand threw out his broad deep chest as though preparing to wrestleMelissa presently returned and the youth whose hand she still held wasas might be seen in every feature none other than the sculptors sonBoth were darkeyed with noble and splendid heads and in statureperfectly equal but while the sons countenance beamed with heartyenjoyment and seemed by its peculiar attractiveness to be madeandto be accustomedto charm men and women alike his fathers face wasexpressive of disgust and misanthropy It seemed indeed as thoughthe newcomer had roused his ire for Heron answered his sons cheerfulgreeting with no word but a reproachful At last and paid no heed tothe hand the youth held out to himAlexander was no doubt inured to such a reception he did not disturbhimself about the old mans illhumor but slapped him on the shoulderwith rough geniality went up to the worktable with easy composuretook up the vice which held the nearly finished gem and after holdingit to the light and examining it carefully exclaimed Well donefather You have done nothing better than that for a long timePoor stuff said his father But his son laughedIf you will have it so But I will give one of my eyes to see the manin Alexandria who can do the likeAt this the old man broke out and shaking his fist he cried Becausethe man who can find anything worth doing takes good care not to wastehis time here making divine art a mere mockery by such trifling withtoys By Sirius I should like to fling all those pebbles into thefire the onyx and shells and jasper and what not and smash all thosewretched tools with these fists which were certainly made for otherwork than thisThe youth laid an arm round his fathers stalwart neck and gaylyinterrupted his wrath Oh yes Father Heron Philip and I have feltoften enough that they know how to hit hardNot nearly often enough growled the artist and the young man wentonThat I grant though every blow from you was equal to a dozen from thehand of any other father in Alexandria But that those mighty fists onhuman arms should have evoked the bewitching smile on the sweet lips ofthis Psyche if it is not a miracle of art isThe degradation of art the old man put in but Alexander hastilyaddedThe victory of the exquisite over the coarseA victory exclaimed Heron with a scornful flourish of his handI know boy why you are trying to garland the oppressive yoke withflowers of flattery So long as your surly old father sits over thevice he only whistles a song and spares you his complaints And thenthere is the money his work brings inHe laughed bitterly and as Melissa looked anxiously up at him herbrother exclaimedIf I did not know you well master and if it would not be too greata pity I would throw that lovely Psyche to the ostrich in Scopasscourtyard for by Herakles he would swallow your,1
Produced by An Anonymous VolunteerTHE CARDINALS SNUFFBOXBy Henry HarlandIThe Signorino will take coffee old Marietta asked as she set thefruit before himPeter deliberated for a moment then burned his shipsYes he answeredBut in the garden perhaps the little brown old woman suggested witha persuasive flourishNo he corrected her gently smiling and shaking his head notperhapscertainlyHer small sharp old black Italian eyes twinkled responsiveThe Signorino will find a rustic table under the big willowtree atthe waters edge she informed him with a good deal of gesture ShallI serve it thereWhere you will I leave myself entirely in your hands he saidSo he sat by the rustic table on a rustic bench under the willowsipped his coffee smoked his cigarette and gazed in contemplation atthe viewOf its kind it was rather a striking viewIn the immediate foregroundat his feet indeedthere was the riverthe narrow Aco peacockgreen a dark file of poplars on either bankrushing pellmell away from the quiet waters of the lake Then justacross the river at his left stretched the smooth lawns of the park ofVentirose with glimpses of the manypinnacled castle through the treesand beyond undulating country flourishing friendly a perspective ofvineyards cornfields groves and gardens pointed by numberless whitevillas At his right loomed the gaunt mass of the Gnisi with its blackforests its bare crags its foaming ascade and the crenelated range ofthe Cornobastone and finally climax and cynosure at the valleysend Monte Sfiorito its three snowcovered summits almostinsubstantialseeming floating forms of luminous pink vapour in theevening sunshine against the intense blue of the skyA familiar verse had come into Peters mind and kept running thereobstinatelyReally he said to himself feature for feature down to the verycataract leaping in glory the scene might have been got up aprescoup to illustrate it And he began to repeat the beautiful hackneyedwords under his breathBut about midway of the third line he was interruptedIIIts not altogether a bad sort of viewis it some one said inEnglishThe voice was a womans It was clear and smooth it was crispcutdistinguishedPeter glanced about himOn the opposite bank of the Aco in the grounds of Ventirose five orsix yards away a lady was standing looking at him smilingPeters eyes met hers took in her face And suddenly his heart gavea jump Then it stopped dead still tingling for a second Then it flewoff racing perilouslyOh for reasonsfor the best reasons in theworld but thereby hangs my taleShe was a young woman tall slender in a white frock with a whitecloak an indescribable complexity of soft lace and airy ruffles roundher shoulders She wore no hat Her hair brown and warm in shadowsparkled where it caught the light in a kind of crinkly iridescencelike threads of glassPeters heart for the best reasons in the world was racing perilouslyIts impossibleimpossibleimpossiblethe words strummed themselvesto its rhythm Peters wits for had not the impossible come to passwere in a perilous confusion But he managed to rise from his rusticbench and to achieve a bowShe inclined her head graciouslyYou do not think it altogether badI hope she questioned in hercrispcut voice raising her eyebrows slightly with a droll littleassumption of solicitudePeters wits were in confusion but he must answer her An automaticsecondself summoned by the emergency answered for himI think one might safely call it altogether goodOh she exclaimedHer eyebrows went up again but now they expressed a certain whimsicalsurprise She threw back her head and regarded the prospect criticallyIt is not then too spectacular too violent she wondered returningher gaze to Peter with an air of polite readiness to defer to hisopinion Not too much like a decor de theatreOne should judge it his automatic secondself submitted with someleniency It is after all only unaided NatureA spark flickered in her eyes while she appeared to ponder But I amnot sure whether she was pondering the speech or its speakerReally she said in the end Did did Nature build the villas andplant the cornfieldsBut his automatic secondself was on its mettleYes it asserted boldly the kind of men who build villas and plantcornfields must be classified as natural forcesShe gave a light little laughand again appeared to ponder for amomentThen with another gracious inclination of the head and aninterrogative brightening of the eyes Mr Marchdale no doubt shehazardedPeter bowedI am very glad if on the whole you like our little effect she wenton glancing in the direction of Monte Sfiorito Ithere was thebriefest suspensionI am your landladyFor a third time Peter bowed a rather more elaborate bow than hisearlier ones a bow of respectful enlightenment of feudal homageYou arrived this afternoon she conjecturedBy the fivetwentyfive from Bergamo said heA very convenient train she remarked and then in the pleasantestmanner whereby the unusual mode of valediction was carried off GoodeveningGood evening responded Peter and accomplished his fourth bowShe moved away from the river up the smooth lawns between the treestowards Castel Ventirose a flitting whiteness amid the surroundinggreenPeter stood still looking after herBut when she was out of sight he sank back upon his rustic bench likea man exhausted and breathed a prodigious sigh He was absurdly paleAll the same clenching his fists and softly pounding the table withthem he muttered exultantly between his teeth What luck Whatincredible luck Its sheits she as I m a heathen Oh whatsupernatural luckIIIOld Mariettathe bravest of small figures in her neat blackandwhitepeasant dress with her silver ornaments and her red silk coif andaproncame for the coffee thingsBut at sight of Peter she abruptly halted She struck an attitude ofalarm She fixed him with her fiery little black eyesThe Signorino is not well she cried in the tones of one launching adenunciationPeter roused himselfEryesI m pretty well thank you he reassured her II m onlydying he added sweetly after an instants hesitationDying echoed Marietta wild aghastAh but you can save my lifeyou come in the very nick of time hesaid Im dying of curiositydying to know something that you can tellmeHer stare dissolved her attitude relaxed She smiledrelief rebukeShe shook her finger at himAh the,15
Produced by An Anonymous VolunteerTHE VOICE ON THE WIREBy Eustace Hale BallCHAPTER I WHEN THREE IS A MYSTERYMr Shirley is waiting for you in the grillroom sir Just step thisway sir and down the stairsThe large man awkwardly followed the servant to the cosey grillroom onthe lower floor of the club house He felt that every man of the littlegroups about the Flemish tables must be saying Whats he doing hereI wish Monty Shirley would meet me once in a while in the back room ofa ginmill where Id feel comfortable muttered the unhappy visitorThis joint is too classy But thats his game to playHe reached the soughtfor one however and exclaimed eagerly ByJiminy Monty Im glad to find youit would have been my luck afterthis day to get here too lateHe was greeted with a grip that made even his generous hand wince asthe other arose to smile a welcomeHello Captain Cronin Youre a good sight for a grouchy mans eyesSit down and confide the brand of your particular favorite poison to ourJapanese DionysiusThe Captain sighed with relief as he obeyedBar whiskey is good enough for an old timer like me Dont tell me youhave the bluesyour face isnt built that wayGospel truth Captain Ive been loafing around this clubnothing todo for a month Bridge handball highballs and yarns Im actually anervous wreck because my nerves havent had any work to doYoure the healthiest invalid Ive seen since the hospital days in theCivil War But dont worry about something to do Ive some job nowIts dolled up with all them frills you like millions murders andmysteries If this dont keep you awake youll have nightmares for thenext six months Do you want itIm tickled to death Spill itMonty its the greatest case my detective agency has had since I leftthe police force eleven years ago Its too big for me and Ive cometo you to do a stunt as is a stunt You will plug it for me wontyoujust as youve always done If I get the credit itll mean afortune to me in the advertising aloneHavent I handled every case for you in confidence Im not a flycopCaptain Cronin Im a consulting specialist and theres no shingle hungout Perhaps you had better take it to some one elseShirley pushed away his empty glass impatientlyThere Monty I didnt mean to offend you But theres such swellsin this and such a foxey bunch of blacklegs that Im as nervous as arookie cop on his first arrest Dont hold a grudge against meShirley lit a cigarette and resumed his good nature Go on CaptainIm so stale with dolce far niente after the Black Pearl affair lastmonth that I act like an amateur myself Make it short though for Imgoing to the operaThe Captain leaned over the table his face tense with suppressedemotion He was a grizzled veteran of the New York police force a manwho sought his quarry with the ferocity of a bulldog when the lineof search was definitely assured Lacking imagination and the subtlersenses of criminology Captain Cronin had built up a reputation forsuccess and honesty in every assignment by bravery persistence andas in this case the ability to cover his own deductive weakness byemploying the brains of othersMontague Shirley was as antithetical from the veteran detective as a mancould well be A noted athlete in his university he possessed a societyrating in New York at Newport and Tuxedo and on the Continent whichwas the envy of many a gilded youth born to the purpleOn leaving college despite an ample patrimony he had curiously enoughentered the lists as a newspaper man From the sporting page he wasgraduated to police news then the city desk at last closing his careeras the genius who invented the weekly Sunday thriller in many colorsof illustration and vivacious Gallic style which interpreted into heartthrobs and gooseflesh the real life romances and tragedies of thepreceding six days He had conquered the paperandink worldthen deepwithin there stirred the call for participation in the game itselfSo dropping quietly into the apparently indolent routine of clubexistence he had devoted his experience and genius to analyticalcriminologya line of endeavor known only to five men in the worldHe maintained no offices He wore no glittering badges a police carda fire badge and a revolver license renewed year after year were theonly instruments of his trade ever in evidence Shirley took assignmentsonly from the heads of certain agencies by personal arrangement asinformal as this from Captain Cronin His real clients never knew of hisparticipation and his prey never understood that he had been the realheadhunterHis feesMontague Shirley as a master craftsman deemed his artistryworthy of the hire His every case meant a modest fortune to thedetective agency and Shirleys bills were never rendered but alwayspaidSo here the hero of the gridiron and the class reunion the gallantof a hundred prematrimonial and nonmaturing engagements the veteranof a thousand drolleries and merry jousts in clubdomunspoiled bybirth breeding and wealth untrammeled by the juggernaut of potboilingand the salarygrind had drifted into the curious profession ofconfidential consulting criminal chaserShirley unostentatiously signaled for an encore on the refreshmentsYoure nervous tonight Captain Youve been doing things before youconsulted mewhich is against our Rule Number One isnt itThe Captain gulped down his whiskey and rubbed his foreheadCouldnt help it Monty It got too busy for me before I realizedanything unusual in the case See what I got from a gangster before Ilanded hereHe turned his closecropped head as Montague Shirley leaned forwardto observe an abrasion at the base of his skull It was dressed with acoating of collodionBrass knuckledI see the mark of the rings Tried for thepneumogastric nerves to quiet youWhatever he tried for he nearly got Kellys nightstick got hispneumonia gas jet or whatever you call it Hes still quiet in thestation houseYou know old man Van Cleft who owns skyscrapersdown town dont youWell hes the center of this flying wedge ofexcitement His family are fine people I understand His daughter wasto be married next week,47
Produced by Sue Asscher and Robert PrinceSUCCESSFUL EXPLORATIONTHROUGH THE INTERIOR OFAUSTRALIAFROM MELBOURNE TO THE GULF OF CARPENTARIAFROM THE JOURNALS AND LETTERS OFWILLIAM JOHN WILLSEDITED BY HIS FATHER WILLIAM WILLSLONDONRICHARD BENTLEY NEW BURLINGTON STREETPUBLISHER IN ORDINARY TO HER MAJESTY1863DEDICATEDBY PERMISSIONTO HIS GRACETHE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE KGETC ETC ETCBY HIS GRACESFAITHFUL SERVANTWILLIAM WILLSJANUARY 1863PREFACEA life terminating before it had reached its meridian can scarcelybe expected to furnish materials for an extended biography But theimportant position held by my late son as second in command inwhat is now so wellknown as the Burke and Wills ExploringExpedition across the Island Continent of Australia thecomplicated duties he undertook as Astronomer TopographerJournalist and Surveyor the persevering skill with which hedischarged them suggesting and regulating the march of the partythrough a waste of eighteen hundred miles previously untrodden byEuropean feet his courage patience and heroic death hisselfdenial in desiring to be left alone in the desert withscarcely a hope of rescue that his companions might find a chancefor themselvesthese claims on public attention demand that hisname should be handed down to posterity in something more than amere obituary record or an official acknowledgment of servicesA truthful though brief memoir of my sons short career mayfurnish a stimulating example by showing how much can beaccomplished in a few years when habits of prudence and industryhave been acquired in early youth He fell a victim to errors notoriginating with himself but he resigned his life without amurmur having devoted it to science and his country His deathwith the circumstances attending it furnishes an application ofthe lines of a favourite poet which he often quoted withadmiration    Lives of great men all remind us    We can make our lives sublime    And departing leave behind us    Footsteps on the sands of time    Footprints that perhaps another    Sailing oer Lifes solemn main    A forlorn and shipwreckd brother    Seeing shall take heart againThe following pages are the only tribute a fond and mourning fathercan offer to the memory of one who while living merited andreciprocated his warmest affectionsWILLIAM WILLSLondon January 1863CONTENTSCHAPTER 1BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHBirthInfancyBoyhood and Early EducationYouthful Traits ofCharacterCHAPTER 2My two Sons leave England for AustraliaIncidents of the VoyageExtracts from JournalArrival at Port PhillipMelbourneEmployed as Shepherds in the InteriorMode of LifeMelbournein 1853Advice to ImmigrantsDescriptive Letters from the BushCHAPTER 3I arrive in AustraliaJoin my two Sons at their SheepstationReturn to Melbourne and Remove to BallaaratVisit to Mr SkeneMy son studies SurveyingHis Rapid ProficiencyAppointed totake Charge of a PartyLetters on various Subjects to his Motherand Brother at HomeCHAPTER 4My Son is appointed to the Magnetic Observatory at Melbourne underProfessor NeumayerHis Rapid Advance in the Study of Magnetismand MineralogyLetters to his Relatives at Home descriptive ofhis Pursuits Wishes and SentimentsFirst suggestions of hisProbable Employment on the Exploring ExpeditionCHAPTER 5Postponement of the Exploring Expedition projected at the beginningof 1860My Sons Letter to his Sister on going into SocietyMrBirnies Opinion of him and Extract from his LectureLetter fromWilliam to his Mother on Religious Views and Definitions of FaithHis last Communications to his family at Home before theDeparture of the ExpeditionCHAPTER 6THE EXPEDITIONHow the Expedition originatedAppointment of the LeaderOfficers and PartyMr Robert OHara Burke Mr GJ LandellsMr WJ Wills Dr Herman Beckler Dr Ludwig Becker etcTheExpedition starts from Melbourne on the 20th of August 1860Progress to Swan HillDischarge of Mr Ferguson the ForemanAdvance to MenindieResignation of Mr Landells and Dr HermanBecklerMr Wills promoted to second in command and Mr Wrightto thirdCHAPTER 7From Menindie on the Darling to TorowotoMr Burkes Despatchand Mr Willss Report from TorowotoMr Wrights unaccountabledelay at MenindieThe Expedition proceeds onwards to CoopersCreekExploring Trips in that neighbourhoodLoss of threeCamelsMr Willss Letter to his Sister December 6th and 15thIncorrectness of McDonoughs StatementsCHAPTER 8Mr Willss Survey of the line of Country pursued by theExpedition from Torowoto Swamp to Coopers CreekCHAPTER 9Departure from Coopers Creek for the Gulf of CarpentariaArrangements for the continuance of the Depot at Coopers CreekMr Brahe left in ChargeDetermination of RouteProgress andIncidentsMr Willss Field Books from the 16th of December1860 to the 30th of January 1861 1 to 9Shores of CarpentariaCHAPTER 10Return from Carpentaria to Coopers CreekMr Willss Journalsfrom February 19th to April 21st 1861Illness and Death of GrayThe Survivors arrive at Coopers Creek Depot and find itdesertedA Small Stock of Provisions leftConduct of BraheReport of the Royal CommissionCHAPTER 11Proceedings in MelbourneMeeting of the Exploration CommitteeTardy ResolutionsDeparture of Mr HowittPatriotic Effort ofMr OrkneySouth Australian Expedition under Mr McKinlayNewsof White Men and Camels having been seen by Natives in theInteriorCertain Intelligence of the Fate of the Explorersreaches MelbourneCHAPTER 12The attempt to reach South Australia and Adelaide by MountHopelessMistake of selecting that RouteMr Willss Journalsfrom the 23rd of April to the 29th of June 1861Adventures withthe NativesDiscovery of Nardoo as a Substitute for FoodMrBurke and King go in search of Natives for assistanceMr Willsleft alone in the DesertThe Last Entry in his JournalCHAPTER 13Kings NarrativeMr Burke and King again go in search of theNatives as a last resourceDeath of Mr BurkeKing returns andfinds Mr Wills dead in the GunyahHe falls in with the Nativesand wanders about with them until delivered by Mr Howitts partyExtract from Mr Howitts DiaryExtract from Mr McKinlaysDiaryMy Sons last Letter to me dated June 27th 1861StrongAttachment between Mr Burke and my SonKing delivers the Letterand Watch intrusted to himWith some difficulty I recover thePistolKings Reception in MelbourneSir H Barklys Letter toSir Roderick MurchisonSummary of Events and their CausesCHAPTER 14Letters of sympathy and condolence from Sir Henry Barkly MajorEgerton Warburton AJ Baker Esquire PA Jennings Esquire DrMueller The Council of Ballaarat East Robert Watson EsquireJohn Lavington Evans EsquireMeeting at TotnesResolution toerect a Monument to Mr WillsProceedings in the RoyalGeographical Society of LondonLetter from Sir Roderick Murchisonto Dr WillsDr Willss ReplyThe Lost Explorers a poeticaltributeConcluding ObservationsAPPENDICESILLUSTRATIONS1 THE LAST HOURS OF MR WILLSPainted by Scott Melbourne London Richard Bentley 1863Engraved by J Saddle2 WILLIAM J WILLSPainted by Scott Melbourne Engraved by J BrownBIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHCHAPTER 1BirthInfancyBoyhood and Early EducationYouthful Traits of CharacterWilliam John Wills was born at,4
Produced by A LightThe Chinese Nightingale and Other PoemsbyVachel LindsayNicholas Vachel Lindsay Illinois Poet  18791931Note on text  Italicized words or phrases capitalizedItalicized stanzas are indented 5 spaces  Some errors have beencorrected  Lines longer than 78 characters are broken accordingto metre and the continuation is indented two spacesThe Chinese Nightingale and Other PoemsByVachel LindsayAuthor of The Congo General William Booth Enters Into HeavenAdventures While Preaching the Gospel of Beauty etcThis Book is Dedicated to Sara Teasdale Poet  Harriet Monroe awarded the Levinson Prize to The Chinese Nightingale  as the best contribution to Poetry  A Magazine of Verse  for the year 1915Table of Contents    First Section  The Chinese Nightingale    Second Section  America Watching the War August 1914 to April 1917  Where Is the Real Nonresistant  Heres to the Mice  When Bryan Speaks  To Jane Addams at the Hague     I  Speak Now for Peace    II  Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet  The Tale of the Tiger Tree  The Merciful Hand    Third Section  America at War with Germany Beginning April 1917  Our Mother Pocahontas  Concerning Emperors  Niagara  Mark Twain and Joan of Arc  The Bankrupt Peace Maker  This My Song is made for Kerensky    Fourth Section  Tragedies Comedies and Dreams  Our Guardian Angels and Their Children  Epitaphs for Two Players     I  Edwin Booth    II  John Bunny Motion Picture Comedian  Mae Marsh Motion Picture Actress  Two Old Crows  The Drunkards Funeral  The Raft  The Ghosts of the Buffaloes  The Broncho that Would Not Be Broken  The Prairie Battlements  The Flower of Mending  Alone in the Wind on the Prairie  To Lady Jane  How I Walked Alone in the Jungles of Heaven    Fifth Section  The Poem Games  An Account of the Poem Games  The King of Yellow Butterflies  The Potatoes Dance  The Booker Washington Trilogy     I  Simon Legree    II  John Brown   III  King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba  How Samson Bore Away the Gates of GazaThe Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems    First Section  The Chinese Nightingale  A Song in Chinese Tapestries  How how he said  Friend Chang I said  San Francisco sleeps as the dead  Ended license lust and play  Why do you iron the night away  Your big clock speaks with a deadly sound  With a tick and a wail till dawn comes round  While the monster shadows glower and creep  What can be better for man than sleep  I will tell you a secret Chang replied  My breast with vision is satisfied  And I see green trees and fluttering wings  And my deathless bird from Shanghai sings  Then he lit five firecrackers in a pan  Pop pop said the firecrackers cracracrack  He lit a joss stick long and black  Then the proud gray joss in the corner stirred  On his wrist appeared a gray small bird  And this was the song of the gray small bird  Where is the princess loved forever  Who made Chang first of the kings of men  And the joss in the corner stirred again  And the carved dog curled in his arms awoke  Barked forth a smokecloud that whirled and broke  It piled in a maze round the ironingplace  And there on the snowy table wide  Stood a Chinese lady of high degree  With a scornful witching tearose face  Yet she put away all form and pride  And laid her glimmering veil aside  With a childlike smile for Chang and for me  The walls fell back night was aflower  The table gleamed in a moonlit bower  While Chang with a countenance carved of stone  Ironed and ironed all alone  And thus she sang to the busy man Chang  Have you forgotten  Deep in the ages long long ago  I was your sweetheart there on the sand  Stormworn beach of the Chinese land  We sold our grain in the peacock town  Built on the edge of the seasands brown  Built on the edge of the seasands brown  When all the world was drinking blood  From the skulls of men and bulls  And all the world had swords and clubs of stone  We drank our tea in China beneath the sacred spicetrees  And heard the curled waves of the harbor moan  And this gray bird in Loves first spring  With a brightbronze breast and a bronzebrown wing  Captured the world with his carolling  Do you remember ages after  At last the world we were born to own  You were the heir of the yellow throne  The world was the field of the Chinese man  And we were the pride of the Sons of Han  We copied deep books and we carved in jade  And wove blue silks in the mulberry shade  I remember I remember  That Spring came on forever  That Spring came on forever  Said the Chinese nightingale  My heart was filled with marvel and dream  Though I saw the western streetlamps gleam  Though dawn was bringing the western day  Though Chang was a laundryman ironing away  Mingled there with the streets and alleys  The railroadyard and the clocktower bright  Demon clouds crossed ancient valleys  Across wide lotusponds of light  I marked a giant fireflys flight,3
Produced by Sandra LaythorpeUNDER THE STORMorSTEADFASTS CHARGEBy Charlotte M YongeAuthor of The Heir of Redclyffe cIllustration CoverCONTENTSChapter IThe Trust          IIThe Stragglers         IIIKirk Rapine          IVThe Good Cause           VDesolation          VILeft to Themselves         VIIThe Hermits Gulley        VIIIStead in Possession          IXWintry Times           XA Terrible Harvest Day          XIThe Fortunes of War         XIIFarewell to the Cavaliers        XIIIGodly Venns Troop         XIVThe Question          XVA Table of Love in the Wilderness         XVIA Fair Offer        XVIIThe Groom in Grey       XVIIIJephs Good Fortune         XIXPatience          XXEmlyns Service         XXIThe Assault of the Cavern        XXIIEmlyns Troth       XXIIIFulfilmentLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS    Farewell to the Cavaliers    The Hiding of the Casket    Stead Stirring the Porridge    Finding of Emlyn    Stead before the Roundheads    Emlyn at MarketUNDER THE STORMORSTEADFASTS CHARGECHAPTER I THE TRUST     I brought them here as to a sanctuary                                   SOUTHEYMost of us have heard of the sad times in the middle of the seventeenthcentury when Englishmen were at war with one another and quiet villagesbecame battlefieldsWe hear a great deal about King and Parliament great lords and ablegenerals Cavaliers and Roundheads but this story is to help us tothink how it must have gone in those times with quiet folk in cottagesand farmhousesThere had been peace in England for a great many years ever since theend of the wars of the Roses So the towns did not want fortificationsto keep out the enemy and their houses spread out beyond the old wallsand the country houses had windows and doors large and wide open withno thought of keeping out foes and farms and cottages were freelyspread about everywhere with their fields round themThe farms were very small mostly held by men who did all the workthemselves with the help of their familiesSuch a farm belonged to John Kenton of Elmwood It lay at the head of along green lane where the bushes overhead almost touched one anotherin the summer and the mud and mire were very deep in winter but thatmattered the less as nothing on wheels went up or down it but the hayor harvest carts creaking under their load and drawn by the old marewith a cow to help herBeyond lay a few small fields and then a bit of open ground scatteredwith gorse and thorn bushes and much broken by ups and downs Thereone afternoon on a big stone was seated Steadfast Kenton a boy offourteen sturdy perhaps loutish with an honest ruddy face under hisleathern cap a coarse smock frock and stout gaiters He was watchingthe fifteen sheep and lambs the old goose and gander and their ninechildren the three cows eight pigs and the old donkey which got theirliving thereFrom the top of the hill beyond the cleft of the river Avon he couldsee the smoke and the church towers of the town of Bristol and beyondit the slime of the water of the Bristol Channel and nearer on oneside the spire of Elmwood Church looked up and on the other thewoods round Elmwood House and these ran out as it were lengthening andnarrowing into a wooded cleft or gulley Hermits Gulley which brokethe side of the hill just below where Steadfast stood and had a littleclear stream running along the bottomSteadfasts little herd knew the time of day as well as if they all hadwatches in their pockets and they never failed to go down and have adrink at the brook before going back to the farmyardThey did not need to be driven but gathered into the rude steep paththat they and their kind had worn in the side of the ravine Steadfastfollowed looking about him to judge how soon the nuts would be ripewhile his little rough stiffhaired dog Toby poked about in search ofrabbits or hedgehogs or the like sportSteadfast liked that pathway home beside the stream as boys do loverunning water Good stones could be got there water rats might bechased there were strawberries on the banks which he gathered andthreaded on stalks of grass for his sisters Patience and Jerusha Theyused to come with him and have pleasant games but it was a long timesince Patience had been able to come out for in the winter a grievoustrouble had come on the family The good mother had died leaving alittle baby of six weeks old and Patience who was only thirteen hadto attend to everything at home and take care of poor little sicklyBenoni with no one to help her but her little seven years old sisterThe childrens lives had been much less bright since that sad day andSteadfast seldom had much time for play He knew he must get home asfast as he could to help Patience in milking the cows feeding,13
Produced by David Widger and Andrew SlyMRS FALCHIONBy Gilbert ParkerINTRODUCTIONThis novel was written in the days of the threedecker and it went outto sea as such Every novel of mine written until 1893 was published intwo or three volumes and the sale to the libraries was greater than thesale to the general public This book was begun in 1892 at the time whenthe Pierre stories were being written and it was finished in the summerof 1893 It did not appear serially indeed I made no attempt at serialpublication I had a feeling that as it was to be my first novel itshould be judged as a whole and taken at a gasp as it were I believethat the reader of Messrs Methuen  Company was not disposed to publishthe book but Mr Methuen himself or Mr Stedman as he was then calledwas impressed by it and gave it his friendly confidence He was certainthat it would arrest the attention of the critics and of the publicwhether it became popular or not I have not a set of those originalthree volumes I wish I had because they won for me an almostunhopedfor pleasure The Daily Chronicle gave the volumes overa column of review and headed the notice A Coming Novelist TheAthenaeum said that Mrs Falchion was a splendid study of characterThe Pall Mall Gazette said that the writing was as good as anythingthat had been done in our time while at the same time it took rather adark view of my future as a novelist because it said I had not probeddeep enough into the wounds of character which I had inflicted Thearticle was written by Mr George W Stevens and he was right in sayingthat I had not probed deep enough Few very young menand I was veryyoung thendo probe very deeply At the appearance of When ValmondCame to Pontiac however Mr Stevens came to the conclusion that myfuture was assuredI mention these things because they were burnt into my mind at the timeMrs Falchion was my first real novel as I have said though it hadbeen preceded by a short novel called The Chief Factor since rescuedfrom publication and never published in book form in England I realisedwhen I had written Mrs Falchion that I had not found my metier and Iwas fearful of complete failure I had come but a few years before fromthe South Seas I was full of what I had seen and felt I was eager towrite of it all and I did write of it but the thing which was deeperstill in me was the life which Pierre and His People The Seats ofthe Mighty The Trail of the Sword The Lane That Had no Turningand The Right of Way portrayed That life was destined to give mean assured place and public while Mrs Falchion and the South Seastories published in various journals before the time of its productionand indeed anterior to the writing of the Pierre series only assured meattentionHappily for the book which has faults of construction superficialitiesas to incident and with some crudity of plot it was in the main astudy of character There was focus there was illumination in the bookto what degree I will not try to say and the attempt to fasten themind of the reader upon the central figure and to present that centralfigure in many aspects safeguarded the narrative from the chargeof being a mere novel of adventure or as one writer called it animpudent melodrama which has its own fascinationsReading Mrs Falchion again after all these years I seem to realisein it an attempt to combine the objective and subjective methods oftreatmentto combine analysis of character and motive with arrestingepisode It is a difficult thing to do as I have found It was not doneon my part wholly by design but rather by instinct and I imagine thatthis tendency has run through all my works It represents the elementsof romanticism and of realism in one and that kind of representationhas its dangers to say nothing of its difficulties It sometimesalienates the reader who by instinct and preference is a realist andit troubles the reader who wants to read for a story alone who caresfor what a character does and not for what a character is or saysexcept in so far as it emphasises what it does One has to workhowever in ones own way after ones own idiosyncrasies and hereis the book that represents one of my own idiosyncrasies in its mostprimitive formCONTENTS     BOOK I     BELOW THE SUN LINE          I     THE GATES OF THE SEA          II    MOTLEY IS YOUR ONLY WEAR          III   A TALE OF NO MANS SEA          IV    THE TRAIL OF THE ISHMAELITE          V     ACCUSING FACES          VI    MUMMERS ALL          VII   THE WHEEL COMES FULL CIRCLE          VIII  A BRIDGE OF PERIL          IX    THE PROGRESS OF THE SUNS          X     BETWEEN DAY AND DARK     BOOK II     THE SLOPE OF THE PACIFIC          XI    AMONG THE HILLS OF GOD          XII   THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME          XIII   THE SONG OF THE SAW,0
Produced by David WidgerTHE WEAVERSBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS  BOOK I  I        AS THE SPIRIT MOVED  II       THE GATES OF THE WORLD  III      BANISHED  IV       THE CALL  BOOK II  V        THE WIDER WAY  VI       HAST THOU NEVER BILLED A MANY  VII      THE COMPACT  VIII     FOR HIS SOULS SAKE AND THE LANDS SAKE  IX       THE LETTER THE NIGHT AND THE WOMAN  X        THE FOUR WHO KNEW  XI       AGAINST THE HOUR OF MIDNIGHT  XII      THE JEHAD AND THE LIONS  XIII     ACHMET THE ROPEMAKER STRIKES  XIV      BEYOND THE PALE  BOOK III  XV       SOOLSBYS HAND UPON THE CURTAIN  XVI      THE DEBT AND THE ACCOUNTING  XVII     THE WOMAN OF THE CROSSROADS  XVIII    TIME THE IDOLBREAKER  XIX      SHARPER THAN A SWORD  XX       EACH AFTER HIS OWN ORDER  XXI      THERE IS NOTHING HIDDEN WHICH SHALL NOT BE REVEALED  XXII     AS IN A GLASS DARKLY  XXIII    THE TENTS OF CUSHAN  XXIV     THE QUESTIONER  XXV      THE VOICE THROUGH THE DOOR  XXVI     I OWE YOU NOTHING  XXVII    THE AWAKENING  BOOK IV  XXVIII   NAHOUM TURNS THE SCREW  XXIX     THE RECOIL  XXX      LACEY MOVES  XXXI     THE STRUGGLE IN THE DESERT  XXXII    FORTY STRIPES SAVE ONE  XXXIII   THE DARK INDENTURE  XXXIV    NAHOUM DROPS THE MASK  BOOK V  XXXV     THE FLIGHT OF THE WOUNDED  XXXVI    IS IT ALWAYS SOIN LIFE  XXXVII   THE FLYING SHUTTLE  XXXVIII  JASPER KIMBER SPEAKS  XXXIX    FAITH JOURNEYS TO LONDON  BOOK VI  XL       HYLDA SEEKS NAHOUM  XLI      IN THE LAND OF SHINAR  XLII     THE LOOM OF DESTINYINTRODUCTIONWhen I turn over the hundreds of pages of this book I have a feelingthat I am looking upon something for which I have no particularresponsibility though it has a strange contour of familiarity It is asthough one looks upon a scene in which one had lived and moved with thefriendly yet halfdistant feeling that it once was ones own possessionbut is so no longer I should think the feeling to be much like that ofthe old man whose sons gone to distant places have created theirown plantations of life and have themselves become the masters ofpossessions Also I suppose that when I read the story through againfrom the first page to the last I shall recreate the feeling in whichI lived when I wrote it and it will become a part of my own identityagain That distance between himself and his work however whichimmediately begins to grow as soon as a book leaves the authors handsfor those of the public is a thing which I suppose must come to onewho produces a work of the imagination It is no doubt due to the factthat every piece of art which has individuality and real likeness tothe scenes and character it is intended to depict is done in a kind oftrance The author in effect selfhypnotises himself has createdan atmosphere which is separate and apart from that of his dailysurroundings and by virtue of his imagination becomes absorbed inthat atmosphere When the book is finished and it goes forth when theimagination is relaxed and the concentration of mind is withdrawn theatmosphere disappears and then One experiences what I feel when I takeup The Weavers and in a sense wonder how it was done such as it isThe frontispiece of the English edition represents a scene in the Houseof Commons and this brings to my mind a warning which was given mesimilar to that on my entering new fields outside the one in whichI first made a reputation in fiction When in a certain year Idetermined that I would enter the House of Commons I had many friendswho in effect wailed and gnashed their teeth They said that it wouldbe the death of my imaginative faculties that I should never writeanything any more that all the qualities which make literature livingand compelling would disappear I thought this was all wrong then andI know it is all wrong now Political life does certainly interferewith the amount of work which an author may produce He certainly cannotwrite a book every year and do political work as well but if he doesnot attempt to do the two things on the same days as it were but inblocks of time devoted to each separately and respectively he willonly find as I have found that public life the conflict of it theaccompanying attrition of mind the searching for the things which willsolve the problems of national life the multitudinous variations ofcharacter with which one comes in contact the big issues suddenlysprung upon the congregation of responsible politicians all arestimulating to the imagination invigorating to the mind andmarvellously freshening to every literary instinct No danger to thewriter lies in doing political work if it does not sap his strengthand destroy,13
Produced by David WidgerTHE MONEY MASTER CompleteBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS     EPOCH THE FIRST     I        THE GRAND TOUR OF JEAN JACQUES BARBILLE     II       THE REST OF THE STORY TOMORROW     III      TOMORROW     EPOCH THE SECOND     IV       THIRTEEN YEARS AFTER AND THE CLERK OF THE COURT TELLS A STORY     V        THE CLERK OF THE COURT ENDS HIS STORY     VI       JEAN JACQUES HAD HAD A GREAT DAY     VII      JEAN JACQUES AWAKES FROM SLEEP     VIII     THE GATE IN THE WALL     IX       MOIJE SUIS PHILOSOPHE     X        QUIEN SABEWHO KNOWS     XI       THE CLERK OF THE COURT KEEPS A PROMISE     XII      THE MASTERCARPENTER HAS A PROBLEM     EPOCH THE THIRD     XIII     THE MAN FROM OUTSIDE     XIV      I DO NOT WANT TO GO     XV       BON MARCHE     EPOCH THE FOURTH     XVI      MISFORTUNES COME NOT SINGLY     XVII     HIS GREATEST ASSET     XVIII    JEAN JACQUES HAS AN OFFER     XIX      SEBASTIAN DOLORES DOES NOT SLEEP     XX       AU VOIR MSIEU JEAN JACQUES     XXI      IF SHE HAD KNOWN IN TIME     EPOCH THE FIFTH     XXII     BELLS OF MEMORY     XXIII    JEAN JACQUES HAS WORK TO DO     XXIV     JEAN JACQUES ENCAMPED     XXV      WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE     EPILOGUEINTRODUCTIONThis book is in a place by itself among the novels I have written Manycritics said that it was a welcome return to Canada where I had made myfirst success in the field of fiction This statement was only meagrelyaccurate because since The Right of Way was published in 1901 I hadwritten and given to the public Northern Lights a book of shortstories You Never Know Your Luck a short novel and The World forSale though all of these dealt with life in Western Canada and notwith the life of the French Canadians in which field I had made myfirst firm impression upon the public In any case The Money Master wasfavourably received by the press and public both in England and Americaand my friends were justified in thinking and in saying that I was athome in French Canada and gave the impression of mastery of my materialIf mastery of material means a knowledge of the life and a sympathywith it then my friends are justified for I have always had an intensesympathy with and admiration for French Canadian life I think theFrench Canadian one of the most individual original and distinctivebeings of the modern world He has kept his place with his owncustoms his own Gallic views of life and his religious habits with anassiduity and firmness none too common He is essentially a man ofthe home of the soil and of the stream he has by nature instinctivephilosophy and temperamental logic As a lover of the soil of Canada heis not surpassed by any of the other citizens of the country English orotherwiseIt would almost seem as though the pageantry of past French Canadianhistory and the beauty and vigour of the topographical surroundingsof French Canadian life had produced an hereditary pride andexaltationperhaps an excessive pride and a strenuous exaltation butin any case there it was and is The French Canadian lives a moresecluded life on the whole than any other citizen of Canada though thenative adventurous spirit has sent him to the Eastern States ofthe American Union for work in the mills and factories or up to thefarthest reaches of the St Lawrence Ottawa and their tributaries inthe wood and timber tradeDomestically he is perhaps the most productive son of the North Americancontinent Families of twenty or even twentyfive are not unknownand when a man has had more than one wife it has even exceeded thatLife itself is full of camaraderie and good spirit marked by religioustraits and sacerdotal influenceThe French Canadian is on the whole sober and industrious but when hebreaks away from sobriety and industry he becomes a vicious elementin the general organism Yet his vices are of the surface and do notdestroy the foundations of his social and domestic scheme A FrenchCanadian pony used to be considered the most virile and lasting stockon the continent and it is fair to say that the French Canadiansthemselves are genuinely hardy longlived virile and enduringIt was among such people that the hero of The Money Master Jean JacquesBarbille lived He was the symbol or pattern of their virtues andof their weaknesses By nature a poet a philosopher a farmer and anadventurer his life was a sacrifice to prepossession and race instinctto temperament more powerful than logic or common sense though he wasalmost professionally the exponent of bothThere is no man so simply sincere or so extraordinarily prejudiced asthe French Canadian He is at once modest and vain he is,13
Produced by David WidgerYOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCKBEING THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTERBy Gilbert ParkerCONTENTS  Volume 1  PROEM  I     PIONEERS O PIONEERS  II    CLOSING THE DOORS  III   THE LOGAN TRIAL AND WHAT CAME OF IT  IV    STRENGTH SHALL BE GIVEN THEE  V     A STORY TO BE TOLD  Volume 2  VI    HERE ENDETH THE FIRST LESSON  VII   A WOMANS WAY TO KNOWLEDGE  VIII  ALL ABOUT AN UNOPENED LETTER  IX    NIGHT SHADE AND MORNING GLORY  X    S O S  XI    IN THE CAMP OF THE DESERTER  Volume 3  XII   AT THE RECEIPT OF CUSTOM  XIII  KITTY SPEAKS HER MIND AGAIN  XIV   AWAITING THE VERDICT  XV    MALE AND FEMALE CREATED HE THEM  XVI   TWAS FOR YOUR PLEASURE YOU CAME HERE YOU GO BACK FOR MINE  XVII  WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT  EPILOGUEINTRODUCTIONThis volume contains two novels dealing with the life of prairie peoplein the town of Askatoon in the far West The World for Sale and thelatter portion of The Money Master deal with the same life and TheMoney Master contained some of the characters to be found in WildYouth The World for Sale also was a picture of prairie country withstrife between a modern AngloCanadian town and a FrenchCanadian townin the West These books are of the same people but You NeverKnow Your Luck and Wild Youth have several characters which moveprominently through bothIn the introduction to The World for Sale in this series I drew adescription of prairie life and I need not repeat what was said thereIn You Never Know Your Luck there is a Proem which describes brieflythe look of the prairie and suggests characteristics of the life ofthe people The basis of the book has a letter written by a wife to herhusband at a critical time in his career when he had broken his promiseto her One or two critics said the situation is impossible because noman would carry a letter unopened for a long number of years My replyis that it is exactly what I myself did I have still a letter writtento me which was delivered at my door sixteen years ago I have neverread it and my reason for not reading it was that I realised as Ithink what its contents were I knew that the letter would annoy andthere it lies The writer of the letter who was then my enemy is now myfriend The chief character in the book Crozier was an Irishman withall the Irishmans cleverness sensitiveness audacity and timidityfor both those latter qualities are characteristic of the Irish raceand as I am half Irish I can understand why I suppressed a letter andwhy Crozier did Crozier is the type of man that comes occasionally tothe Dominion of Canada and Kitty Tynan is the sort of girl that thegreat West breeds She did an immoral thing in opening the letter thatCrozier had suppressed but she did it in a good causefor Crozierssake she made his wife write another letter and she placed it againin the envelope for Crozier to open and see Whatever lack of moralitythere was in her act was balanced by the good end to the story thoughit meant the sacrifice of Kittys love for Crozier and the making ofhis wife happy once moreAs for Wild Youth I make no apology for it It is still fresh in theminds of the American public and it is true to the life Some criticsfrankly called it melodramatic I do not object to the term I knownothing more melodramatic than certain of the plots of Shakespearesplays Thomas Hardy is melodramatic Joseph Conrad is melodramaticBalzac was melodramatic and so were Victor Hugo Charles Dickens andSir Walter Scott The charge of melodrama is not one that should disturba writer of fiction The question is are the characters melodramaticWill anyone suggest to me the marriage of a girl of seventeen with a manover sixty is melodramatic It may be but I think it tragical and soit was in this case As for Orlando Guise I describe the man as I knewhim and he is still alive Some comments upon the story suggested thatit was impossible for a man to spend the night on the prairie with awoman whom he loved without causing her to forget her marriage vows Itis not sentimental to say that is nonsense It is a prurient mind thatonly sees evil in a situation of the sort Why it should be desirable tomake a young man and woman commit a misdemeanor to secure the praise ofa critic is beyond imagination It would be easy enough to do I did itin The Right of Way I did it in others of my books What happens to oneman and one woman does not necessarily happen to another There are menwho for love of a woman would not take advantage of her insecurityThere are others who would In my books I have made both classes dotheir will and both are true to life It does not matter what one bookis or is not but it does matter that an author writes his book with asense of the fitting and the trueBoth these books were written to present that side of life in Canadawhich is not wintry and forbidding There is warmth of summer in bothtales and thrilling air and the beauty of the wild countryside As forthe cold it is severe in most parts of Canada but the air is dry andthe sharpness is not felt as it is in this damper climate of EnglandCanadians feel the cold of a March or November day in London far morethan the cold of a day in Winnipeg with the thermometer many degreesbelow,0
Produced by Joshua Hutchinson Charles Aldarondo and theOnline Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration See p 34 IM AWFULLY SORRY TOO DADFLOWING GOLDBy Rex BeachTO THE ONE WHOSE FAITH ENTHUSIASM AND DEVOTION CONSTITUTE ANEVERFAILING SOURCE OF INSPIRATION MY WIFE SWEETHEART AND PARTNERFLOWING GOLDCHAPTER IRoom service at the Ajax is of a quality befitting the newest thelargest and the most expensive hotel in Dallas While the standard ofexcellence is uniformly high nevertheless some extra care usuallyattaches to a breakfast ordered from the Governors suitemost elegantand most expensive of all the suiteshence the waiter checked over hiscard and made a final fluttering examination to be sure that thechilled fruit was chilled and that the hot plates were hot before herapped on the door A voice loud and cheery bade him enterWould the gentleman wish his breakfast served in the parlor orNo thegentleman would have it right in his bedroom but first where were hiscigarettes He hoped above all things that the waiter had not forgottenhis cigarettes Some people began their days with cold showersnothingless than a cruel shock to a languid nervous system An atrociouspractice the speaker called ita relic of barbarisma fetish ofignorance Much preferable was a hygienic stimulating cigarette whichserved the same purpose and left no deleterious aftereffectsThe pajamaclad guest struck a light inhaled with abundantsatisfaction and then cast a hungry eye over the contents of therubbertired breakfast table He too tested the temperature of themelon and felt the cover of the toast plateSplendid he cried Nice rooms prompt service a pleasantfacedwaiter Why I couldnt fare better in my best club  Thanks to you myfirst impression of Dallas is wholly delightful He seated himself ina padded boudoir chair unfolded a snowy serviette and attacked hisbreakfast with the enthusiasm of a perfectly healthy animalIs this your first visit here sirAbsolutely Dallas is as foreign to me as Lhasa It is the Baghdad ofmy dreams and its streets are strange Perhaps they are full ofadventure for me I hope so Anything exciting can happen in a townwhere one has neither friends nor acquaintances eh You are awellread man I take itI WhyAt any rate you have heard it said that this is a small worldYes sirGood I merely wish to deny authorship of the saying for it is falseThis is a large world What is more it is a world full of cities likeDallas where men like you and me Heaven be praised have neitherfriends acquaintances nor relatives In that respect it is a fineworld and we should devoutly give thanks for its Dallases anditsDalsatians Jove This ham is deliciousThe waiter was accustomed to morning talkers but this gentleman wasdifferent He had an air of consequence and his voice so deep sowell modulated so pleasant invested him with unusual distinctionProbably he was an actor But no Not in the Governors suite Morelikely he was one of the big men of the Standard or the Gulf or theTexas To make sure the waiter inquiredMay I ask if you are in oil sirIn oil Bless me what a nauseating questionat this hour of the dayMost everybody here is in oil We turn dozens away every day werethat full Its the boom Im in oil myselfin a small way of courseIts like this sometimes gentlemen likewell like you sirgive metips They drop a hint like about their stocks and Ive donewellin a small way of course It doesnt cost them anythingandsome of them are very kind Youd really be surprisedOh not at all The occupant of the Governors suite leaned back inhis chair and smiled widely As a matter of fact I am flattered forit is evident that you are endowed with the moneymaking instinct andthat you unerringly recognize it in others Very well I shall see whatI can do for you But while we are on the subject of tips would youmind helping yourself to a dollar out of my trousers pocketThe waiter proceeded to do as directed but a moment later announcedapologetically Heres all I find sir Its mostly pennies Heexposed a handful of small coinsLook in my coat if you willBut the second search resulted as had the first Strange murmuredthe guest without rising I must have been robbed I remember now afellow crowded me as I left my train Umm Robbedat the very gatesof Baghdad Dallas _is_ a City of Adventure Please add your tip to thecheck andmake it two dollars Id like to have you serve me everymorning for I cannot abide an acid face at breakfast It sours mywhole dayCalvin Gray finished his breakfast smoked a second cigarette as hescanned the morning paper then he dressed himself with meticulouscare He possessed a tall erect athletic form his perfectly fittingclothes had that touch of individuality affected by a certain few ofNew Yorks exclusive tailors and when he finally surveyed himself inthe glass there was no denying the fact that he presented anappearance of unusual distinction As he turned away his eyes fellupon the scanty handful of small coins which the waiter had removedfrom his pocket and for a moment he stared at them reflectively thenhe scooped them into his palm and with a smile announced to his imageIt would seem that it is time for us to introduce ourselves to themanagementHe was humming a tune as he strode out of his richly furnished quartersThe Governors suite at the Ajax is on the mezzanine floor at the headof the grand staircase As Gray descended the spacious marble steps hesaw that the hotel was indeed doing a big business for already thelobby was thickly peopled and at the desk a group of new arrivals wereplaintively arguing with a bored and supercilious room clerkSome men possess an effortless knack of commanding attention andinspiring courtesy Calvin Gray was one of these Before many momentshe was in the managers office explaining suavely Now that I haveintroduced myself I wish to thank you for taking care of me upon suchshort noticeIt was the only space we had If you wish Ill have your roomschanged as soon asHave you,13
Produced by David Widger                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS                                   OF                              OUR OWN LAND                                   By                           Charles M Skinner                                Vol 1                        THE HUDSON AND ITS HILLSCONTENTS OF ALL VOLUMESTHE HUDSON AND ITS HILLSRip Van WinkleCatskill GnomesThe Catskill WitchThe Revenge of ShandakenCondemned to the NooseBig IndianThe Bakers DozenThe Devils DanceChamberThe Culprit FayPokepsieDunderbergAnthonys NoseMoodua CreekA Trappers Ghastly VengeanceThe Vanderdecken of Tappan ZeeThe Galloping HessianStorm Ship on the HudsonWhy Spuyten Duyvil is so NamedThe Ramapo SalamanderChief CrotonThe Retreat from MahopacNiagaraThe Deformed of ZoarHorseheadsKayuta and WanetaThe Drop StarThe Prophet of PalmyraA Villains CremationThe Monster MosquitoThe Green PictureThe Nuns of CarthageThe Skull in the WallThe Haunted MillOld Indian FaceThe Division of the SaranacsAn Event in Indian ParkThe Indian PlumeBirth of the WaterLilyRogerss SlideThe Falls at CohoesFrancis Woolcotts NightRidersPollys LoverCrosby the Patriot SpyThe Lost Grave of PaineThe Rising of Gouverneur MorrisTHE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYDolph HeyligerThe Knell at the WeddingRoistering Dirck Van DaraThe Party from Gibbet IslandMiss Brittons PokerThe Devils SteppingStonesThe Springs of Blood and WaterThe Crumbling SilverThe Cortelyou ElopementVan Wempels GooseThe Weary WatcherThe Rival FiddlersWyandankMark of the Spirit HandThe First Liberal ChurchON AND NEAR THE DELAWAREThe Phantom DragoonDelaware Water GapThe Phantom DrummerThe Missing Soldier of Valley ForgeThe Last Shot at GermantownA Blow in the DarkThe Torys ConversionLord Percys DreamSaved by the BibleParricide of the WissahickonThe Blacksmith at BrandywineFather and SonThe Envy of ManitouThe Last Revel in Printz HallThe Two RingsFlame Scalps of the ChartiersThe Consecration of WashingtonMarionTALES OF PURITAN LANDEvangelineThe Snoring of SwunksusThe Lewiston HermitThe Dead Ship of HarpswellThe Schoolmaster had not reached OrringtonJack Welchs Death LightMogg MegoneThe Lady UrsulaFather Moodys Black VeilThe Home of ThunderThe Partridge WitchThe Marriage of Mount KatahdinThe Moose of Mount KineoThe Owl TreeA Chestnut LogThe Watcher on White IslandChocoruaPassaconaways Ride to HeavenThe Ball Game by the SacoThe White MountainsThe Vision on Mount AdamsThe Great CarbuncleSkinners CaveYet they call it Lovers LeapSalem and other WitchcraftThe Gloucester LeaguersSatan and his BurialPlacePeter Rugg the Missing ManThe Loss of WeetamooThe Fatal ForgetmenotThe Old Mill at SomervilleEdward Randolphs PortraitLady Eleanores MantleHowes MasqueradeOld Esther DudleyThe Loss of Jacob HurdThe HobomakBerkshire ToriesThe Revenge of Josiah BreezeThe MayPole of MerrymountThe Devil and Tom WalkerThe Gray ChampionThe Forest SmithyWahconah FallsKnocking at the TombThe White Deer of OnotaWizards GlenBalanced RockShonkeekMoonkeekThe Salem AlchemistEliza WhartonSale of the SouthwicksThe Courtship of Myles StandishMother CreweAunt Rachels CurseNixs MateThe Wild Man of Cape CodNewburys Old ElmSamuel Sewalls ProphecyThe Shrieking WomanAgnes SurriageSkipper Iresons RideHeartbreak HillHarry Main The Treasure and the CatsThe Wessaguscus HangingThe Unknown ChampionGoody ColeGeneral Moulton and the DevilThe Skeleton in ArmorMarthas Vineyard and NantucketLove and TreasonThe Headless Skeleton of SwamptownThe Crow and Cat of Hopkins HillThe Old Stone MillOrigin of a NameMicah Rood ApplesA Dinner and its ConsequencesThe New Haven Storm ShipThe Windham FrogsThe Lamb of SacrificeMoodus NoisesHaddam EnchantmentsBlock Island and the PalatineThe BuccaneerRobert Lockwoods FateLove and RumLIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHThe Swim at Indian HeadThe Moaning SistersA Ride for a BrideSpooks of the HiawasseeLake of the Dismal SwampThe Barge of DefeatNatural BridgeThe Silence BrokenSiren of the French BroadThe Hunter of CalawasseeRevenge of the AccabeeToccoa FallsTwo Lives for OneA Ghostly AvengerThe Wraith Ringer of AtlantaThe Swallowing EarthquakeThe Last Stand of the BiloxiThe Sacred Fire of NatchezPass ChristianThe Under LandTHE CENTRAL STATES AND GREAT LAKESAn Averted PerilThe Obstinacy of Saint ClairThe Hundredth SkullThe Crime of Black SwampThe House AccursedMarquettes ManEaterMichel de Coucys TroublesWallens RidgeThe Sky Walker of HuronThe Coffin of SnakesMackinackLake Superior Water GodsThe Witch of Pictured RocksThe Origin of White FishThe Spirit of CloudyThe Sun Fire at Sault Sainte MarieThe Snake God of Belle IsleWereWolves of DetroitThe Escape of Francois NavarreThe Old LodgerThe Nain RougeTwo RevengesHiawathaThe Indian MessiahThe Vision of RescueDevils LakeThe Keusca ElopementPipestoneThe Virgins FeastFalls of St AnthonyFlying Shadow and Track MakerSaved by a LightningStrokeThe Killing of Cloudy SkyProvidence HoleThe Scare CureTwelfth Night at CahokiaThe Spell of Creve Coeur LakeHow the Crime was RevealedBanshee of the Bad LandsStanding RockThe Salt WitchALONG THE ROCKY RANGEOver the DivideThe Phantom Train of Marshall PassThe River of Lost SoulsRiders of the DesertThe Division of Two TribesBesieged by StarvationA Yellowstone TragedyThe Broad HouseThe Death WaltzThe Flood at Santa FeGoddess of SaltThe Coming of the NavajosThe Ark on Superstition MountainsThe Pale Faced LightningThe Weird Sentinel at Squaw PeakSacrifice of the ToltecsTaVwots Conquers the SunThe Comanche RiderHorned Toad and GiantsThe Spider TowerThe Lost TrailA Battle in the AirON THE PACIFIC SLOPEThe Voyager of the WhulgeTamanous of TacomaThe Devil and the DallesCascades of the ColumbiaThe Death of UmatillaHunger ValleyThe Wrath of ManitouThe Spook of Misery HillThe Queen of Death ValleyBridal Veil FallThe Governors Right EyeThe Prisoner in American ShaftAS TO BURIED TREASUREKidds TreasureOther Buried WealthSTORIED WATERS CLIFFS AND MOUNTAINSPREFACEIt is unthinkingly said and often that America is not old enough to havedeveloped a legendary era for such an era grows backward as a nationgrows forward No little of the charm of European travel is ascribed tothe glamour that history and fable have flung around old churchescastles and the favored haunts,31
Produced by David Widger                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS                                   OF                              OUR OWN LAND                                   By                           Charles M Skinner                                Vol 2                   THE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYCONTENTSDolph HeyligerThe Knell at the WeddingRoistering Dirck Van DaraThe Party from Gibbet IslandMiss Brittons PokerThe Devils SteppingStonesThe Springs of Blood and WaterThe Crumbling SilverThe Cortelyou ElopementVan Wempels GooseThe Weary WatcherThe Rival FiddlersWyandankMark of the Spirit HandThe First Liberal ChurchTHE ISLE OF MANHATTOES AND NEARBYDOLPH HEYLIGERNew York was New Amsterdam when Dolph Heyliger got himself born thereagraceless scamp though a brave goodnatured one and being leftpenniless on his fathers death he was fain to take service with adoctor while his mother kept a shop This doctor had bought a farm onthe island of Manhattoesaway out of town where Twentythird Street nowruns most likelyand because of rumors that its tenants had noisedabout it he seemed likely to enjoy the responsibilities of landholdingand none of its profits It suited Dolphs adventurous disposition thathe should be deputed to investigate the reason for these rumors and forthree nights he kept his abode in the desolate old manor emerging afterdaybreak in a lax and pallid condition but keeping his own counsel tothe aggravation of the populace whose ears were burning for his newsNot until long after did he tell of the solemn tread that woke him in thesmall hours of his door softly opening though he had bolted and lockedit of a portly Fleming with curly gray hair reservoir boots slouchedhat trunk and doublet who entered and sat in the armchair watchinghim until the cock crew Nor did he tell how on the third night hesummoned courage hugging a Bible and a catechism to his breast forconfidence to ask the meaning of the visit and how the Fleming aroseand drawing Dolph after him with his eyes led him downstairs wentthrough the front door without unbolting it leaving that task for thetrembling yet eager youth and how after he had proceeded to a disusedwell at the bottom of the garden he vanished from sightDolph brooded long upon these things and dreamed of them in bed Healleged that it was in obedience to his dreams that he boarded a schoonerbound up the Hudson without the formality of adieu to his employer andafter being spilled ashore in a gale at the foot of Storm King he fellinto the company of Anthony Vander Hevden a famous landholder andhunter who achieved a fancy for Dolph as a lad who could shoot fishrow and swim and took him home with him to Albany The Heer hadcommodious quarters good liquor and a pretty daughter and Dolph felthimself in paradise until led to the room he was to occupy for one ofthe first things that he set eyes on in that apartment was a portrait ofthe very person who had kept him awake for the worse part of three nightsat the bowerie in Manhattoes He demanded to know whose picture it wasand learned that it was that of Killian Vander Spiegel burgomaster andcurmudgeon who buried his money when the English seized New Amsterdamand fretted himself to death lest it should be discovered He rememberedthat his mother had spoken of this Spiegel and that her father was themisers rightful heir and it now appeared that he was one of Heydensforbears too In his dream that night the Fleming stepped out of theportrait led him as he had done before to the well where he smiledand vanished Dolph reflected next morning that these things had beenordered to bring together the two branches of the family and disclose thewhereabouts of the treasure that it should inherit So full was he ofthis idea that he went back to New Amsterdam by the first schooner tothe surprise of the Heer and the regret of his daughterAfter the truant had been received with execrations by the doctor andwith delight by his mother who believed that spooks had run off withhim and with astonishment as a hero of romance by the public he madefor the haunted premises at the first opportunity and began to angle atthe disused well Presently he found his hook entangled in something atthe bottom and on lifting slowly he discovered that he had secured afine silver porringer with lid held down by twisted wire It was thework of a moment to wrench off the lid when he found the vessel to befilled with golden pieces His fishing that day was attended with suchluck as never fell to an angler before for there were other pieces ofplate down there all engraved with the Spiegel arms and all containingtreasureBy encouraging the most dreadful stories about the spot in order to keepthe people wide away from it he accomplished the removal of his prizesbit by bit from their place of concealment to his home His unaccountedabsence in Albany and his dealings with the dead had prepared hisneighbors for any change,31
Produced by David Widger                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS                                   OF                              OUR OWN LAND                                   By                           Charles M Skinner                                Vol 3                       ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARECONTENTSThe Phantom DragoonDelaware Water GapThe Phantom DrummerThe Missing Soldier of Valley ForgeThe Last Shot at GermantownA Blow in the DarkThe Torys ConversionLord Percys DreamSaved by the BibleParricide of the WissahickonThe Blacksmith at BrandywineFather and SonThe Envy of ManitouThe Last Revel in Printz HallThe Two RingsFlame Scalps of the ChartiersThe Consecration of WashingtonMarionON AND NEAR THE DELAWARETHE PHANTOM DRAGOONThe height that rises a mile or so to the south of Newark Delaware iscalled Iron Hill because it is rich in hematite ore but about the timeof General Howes advance to the Brandywine it might well have won itsname because of the panoply of warthe sullen guns the flashing swordsand glistening bayonetsthat appeared among the British tents pitched onit After the redcoats had established camp here the American outpostswere advanced and one of the pickets was stationed at Welsh Tract ChurchOn his first tour of duty the sentry was thrown into great alarm by theappearance of a figure robed from head to foot in white that rode ahorse at a charging gait within ten feet of his face When guard wasrelieved the soldier begged that he might never be assigned to that postagain His nerves were strong in the presence of an enemy in thefleshbut an enemy out of the grave Ugh He would desert rather thanencounter that shape again His request was granted The sentry whosucceeded him was startled in the small hours by a rush of hoofs andthe flash of a pallid form He fired at it and thought that he heard thesound of a mocking laugh come backEvery night the phantom horseman made his rounds and several times thesentinels shot at him without effect the white horse and white ridershowing no annoyance at these assaults When it came the turn of asceptical and unimaginative old corporal to take the night detail hetook the liberty of assuming the responsibilities of this post himselfHe looked well to the priming of his musket and at midnight withdrew outof the moonshine and waited with his gun resting on a fence It was notlong before the beat of hoofs was heard approaching and in spite ofhimself the corporal felt a thrill along his spine as a mounted figurethat might have represented Death on the pale horse came into view buthe jammed his hat down set his teeth and sighted his flintlock withdeliberation The rider was near when bang went the corporals musketand a white form was lying in the road a horse speeding into thedistance Scrambling over the fence the corporal reassured ran to theform and turned it over a British scout quite dead The daring fellowrelying on the superstitious fears of the rustics in his front had madea nightly ride as a ghost in order to keep the American outposts fromadvancing and also to guess from elevated points at the strength anddisposition of their troops He wore a cuirass of steel but that did notprotect his brain from the corporals bulletDELAWARE WATER GAPThe Indian name of this beautiful region Minisink the water is goneagrees with the belief of geologists that a lake once existed behind theBlue Ridge and that it burst its way through the hills at this pointSimilar results were produced by a cataclysm on the Connecticut at MountHolyoke on the Lehigh at Mauch Chunk and Runaway Pond New Hampshiregot its name by a like performance The aborigines whatever may be saidagainst them enjoyed natural beauty and their habitations were oftenmade in this delightful region their councils being attended by chiefTamanend or Tammany a Delaware whose wisdom and virtues were such asto raise him to the place of patron saint of America The notoriousTammany Society of New York is named for him When this chief became oldand feeble his tribe abandoned him in a hut at New Britain Pennsylvaniaand there he tried to kill himself by stabbing but failing in that heflung burning leaves over himself and so perished He was buried wherehe died It was a princess of his tribe that gave the name of LoversLeap to a cliff on Mount Tammany by leaping from it to her deathbecause her love for a young European was not reciprocatedThere is a silvermine somewhere on the opposite mountain of Minsi theknowledge of its location having perished with the death of a reclusewho coined the metal he took from it into valuable though illegaldollars going townward every winter to squander his earnings During theRevolution Oran the Hawk a Tory and renegade was vexatious to thepeople of Delaware Valley and a detachment of colonial troops was sentin pursuit of him They overtook him at the Gap and chased him up theslopes of Tammany though he checked their progress by rolling stonesamong them,31
Produced by David Widger                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS                                   OF                              OUR OWN LAND                                   By                           Charles M Skinner                                Vol 5                    LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHCONTENTSThe Swim at Indian HeadThe Moaning SistersA Ride for a BrideSpooks of the HiawasseeLake of the Dismal SwampThe Barge of DefeatNatural BridgeThe Silence BrokenSiren of the French BroadThe Hunter of CalawasseeRevenge of the AccabeeToccoa FallsTwo Lives for OneA Ghostly AvengerThe Wraith Ringer of AtlantaThe Swallowing EarthquakeThe Last Stand of the BiloxiThe Sacred Fire of NatchezPass ChristianThe Under LandLIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHTHE SWIM AT INDIAN HEADAt Indian Head Maryland are the government provinggrounds where theracket of great guns and splintering of targets are a deterrent to themiscellaneous visitations of picnics Trouble has been frequentlyassociated with this neighborhood as it is now suggested in the noisysymbolry of war In prehistoric days it was the site of an aboriginaltown whose denizens were like other Indians in their love for fight andtheir willingness to shed blood Great was the joy of all these citizenswhen a scouting party came in one day bringing with them the daughterof one of their toughest old hunters and a young buck from anotherfaction who had come acourting her in the neighboring shadesCapture meant death usually and he knew it but he held himself proudlyand refused to ask for mercy It was resolved that he should die Thefathers scorn for his daughter that she should thus consort with anenemy was so great that he was on the point of offering her as a jointsacrifice with her lover when she fell on her knees before him and begana fervent appeal not for herself but for the prisoner She would doanything to prove her strength her duty her obedience if they wouldset him free He had done injury to none What justice lay in putting himto the tortureHalf in earnest half in humor the chief answered Suppose we were toset him on the farther shore of the Potomac do you love him well enoughto swim to himI doThe river is wide and deepI would drown in it rather than that harm should come to himThe old chief ordered the captive still bound to be taken to a point onthe Virginia shore full two miles away in one of their canoes and whenthe boat was on the water he gave the word to the girl who instantlyplunged in and followed it The chief and the father embarked in anotherbirchostensibly to see that the task was honestly fulfilled reallyperhaps to see that the damsel did not drown It was a long course butthe maid was not as many of our city misses are and she reached thebank tired but happy for she had saved her lover and gained him for ahusbandTHE MOANING SISTERSAbove Georgetown on the Potomac River are three rocks known as theThree Sisters not merely because of their resemblance to each otherforthey are parts of a submerged reefbut because of a tradition that morethan a hundred years ago a boat in which three sisters had gone out fora row was swung against one of these rocks The day was gusty and theboat was upset All three of the girls were drowned Either the sistersremain about this perilous spot or the rocks have prescience at leastthose who live near them on the shore hold one view or the other forthey declare that before every death on the river the sisters moan thesound being heard above the lapping of the waves It is different fromany other sound in nature Besides it is an unquestioned fact that moreaccidents happen here than at any other point on the riverMany are the upsets that have occurred and many are the swimmers who havegone down the dark forms of the sisters being the last shapes that theirwaterblurred eyes have seen It is only before a human life is to beyielded that this low wailing comes from the rocks and when on a nightin May 1889 the sound floated shoreward just as the clock inGeorgetown struck twelve good people who were awake sighed and uttered aprayer for the one whose doom was so near at hand Twelve hours later atnoon a shell came speeding down the Potomac with a young athletejauntily pulling at the oars As he neared the Three Sisters his boatappeared to be caught in an eddy it swerved suddenly as if struck thenit upset and the rower sank to his deathA RIDE FOR A BRIDEWhen the story of bloodshed at Bunker Hill reached Bohemia Hall in CecilCounty Maryland Albert De Courcy left his brother Ernest to support thedignity of the house and make patriotic speeches while he went to thefront conscious that Helen Carmichael his affianced wife was watchingin pride and sadness the departure of his company Letters came andwent as they always do until rumor came of a sore defeat to thecolonials,67
Produced by David Widger                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS                                   OF                              OUR OWN LAND                                   By                           Charles M Skinner                                Vol 6                   THE CENTRAL STATES AND GREAT LAKESCONTENTSAn Averted PerilThe Obstinacy of Saint ClairThe Hundredth SkullThe Crime of Black SwampThe House AccursedMarquettes ManEaterMichel de Coucys TroublesWallens RidgeThe Sky Walker of HuronThe Coffin of SnakesMackinackLake Superior Water GodsThe Witch of Pictured RocksThe Origin of White FishThe Spirit of CloudyThe Sun Fire at Sault Sainte MarieThe Snake God of Belle IsleWereWolves of DetroitThe Escape of Francois NavarreThe Old LodgerThe Nain RougeTwo RevengesHiawathaThe Indian MessiahThe Vision of RescueDevils LakeThe Keusca ElopementPipestoneThe Virgins FeastFalls of St AnthonyFlying Shadow and Track MakerSaved by a LightningStrokeThe Killing of Cloudy SkyProvidence HoleThe Scare CureTwelfth Night at CahokiaThe Spell of Creve Coeur LakeHow the Crime was RevealedBanshee of the Bad LandsStanding RockThe Salt WitchTHE CENRAL STATES AND THE GREAT LAKESAN AVERTED PERILIn 1786 a little building stood at North Bend Ohio near the junction ofthe Miami and Ohio Rivers from which building the stars and stripes wereflying It was one of a series of blockhouses built for the protecting ofcleared land while the settlers were coming in yet it was a tradingstation rather than a fort for the attitude of government toward the redmen was pacific The French of the Mississippi Valley were notreconciled however to the extension of power by a Saxon people and theEnglish in Canada were equally jealous of the prosperity of thoseprovinces they had so lately lost Both French and English had emissariesamong the Shawnees when it had become known that the United Statesintended to negotiate a treaty with themIt was the mild weather that comes for a time in October whenCantantowit blesses the land from his home in the southwest with richcolors plaintive perfumes of decay soft airs and tender lights a timefor peace but the garrison at the fort realized that the situation wasprecarious The Shawnees had camped about them and the air was filledwith the neighing of their ponies and the barking of their dogs To letthem into the fort was to invite massacre to keep them out after theyhad been summoned was to declare warColonel George Rogers Clarke of Virginia who was in command scoffed atthe fears of his men and would not give ear to their appeals for anadjournment of the meeting or a change of the place of it At theappointed hour the doors were opened and the Indians came in The pipe ofpeace was smoked in the usual form but the red men were sullen andinsolent and seemed to be seeking a cause of quarrel Clarke explainedthat the whites desired only peace and he asked the wise men to speakfor their tribe A stalwart chief arose glanced contemptuously at theofficer and his little guard and striding to the table where Clarke wasseated threw upon it two girdles of wampumthe peacebelt and thewarbelt We offer you these belts he said You know what they meanTake which you likeIt was a deliberate insult and defiance Both sides knew it and many ofthe men held their breath Clarke carelessly picked up the warbelt onthe point of his cane and flung it among the assembled chiefs Every manin the room sprang to his feet and clutched his weapon Then with asternness that was almost ferocious Clarke pointed to the door with animperative action and cried Dogs you may goThe Indians were foiled in their ill intent by his selfpossession andseeming confidence which made them believe that he had forces in thevicinity that they were not prepared to meet They had already had abitter experience of his strength and craft and in the fear that a traphad been set for them they fled tumultuously The treaty was ratifiedsoon afterTHE OBSTINACY OF SAINT CLAIRWhen the new First Regiment of United States Infantry paused at MariettaOhio on its way to garrison Vincennes its officers made a gay littlecourt there for a time The young Major Hamtramckcontemptuously calledby the Indians the frog on horseback because of his roundshouldersfound especial pleasure in the society of Marianne Navarrewho was a guest at the house of General Arthur St Clair but the oldgeneral viewed this predilection with disfavor because he had hoped thathis own daughter would make a match with the major But Louisa longed forthe freedom of the woods She was a horsewoman and a hunter and she hada sentimental fondness for IndiansWhen Joseph Brandt Thayendanegea camped with his dreaded band near thetown it was she whowithout her fathers knowledge and in the disguiseof an Indian girltook the message that had been entrusted to a soldierasking the tribe to send delegates to a peace council at the fort Louisaand Brandt had met in Philadelphia some years before when both werestudents in that city and he was rejoiced to meet her again for he hadmade no secret of his liking for her and in view,31
Produced by Dagny John BickersDECEMBER LOVEBy Robert HichensDECEMBER LOVEBy Robert HichensPART ONECHAPTER IAlick Craven who was something in the Foreign Office had been livingin London except for an interval of military service during thewar for several years and had plenty of interesting friends andacquaintances when one autumn day in a club Frances Braybrooke whoknew everybody sat down beside him and began as his way was talkingof people Braybrooke talked well and was an exceedingly agreeable manbut he seldom discussed ideas His main interest lay in the doings ofthe human race the human animal to use a favorite phrase of his inwhat the human race was up to People were his delight He could notlive away from the centre of their activities He was never tiredof meeting new faces and would go to endless trouble to bring aninteresting personality within the circle of his acquaintance Cravenscomparative indifference about society his laziness in social matterswas a perpetual cause of surprise to Braybrooke who nevertheless wasalways ready to do Craven a good turn whether he wanted it done to himor not Indeed Craven was indebted to his kind old friend for variousintroductions which had led to pleasant times and for these he wasquite grateful Braybrooke was much older than most people though heseldom looked it and decades older than Craven and he had a genial wayof taking those younger than himself in charge always with a view totheir social advancement He was a very ancient hand at the socialgame he loved to play it and he wanted as many as possible to joinin provided of course that they were suitable for such a purposePerhaps he slightly resembled the worlds governess as a witty womanhad once called him But he was really a capital fellow and a mine ofworldly wisdomOn the occasion in question after chatting for about an hour hehappened to mention Lady SellingworthAdela Sellingworth as hecalled her Craven did not know her and said so in the simplest wayI dont know Lady SellingworthBraybrooke sat for a moment in silence looking at Craven over hiscarefully trimmed grey and brown beardHow very strange he said at lastWhy is it strangeAll these years in London and not know Adela SellingworthI know about her of course I know she was a famous beauty when KingEdward was Prince of Wales and was tremendously prominent in societyafter he came to the throne But I have never seen her about since Ihave been settled in London To tell the honest truth I thought LadySellingworth was what is called a back numberAdela Sellingworth a back numberBraybrooke bristled gently and caught his beardpoint with hisbroadfingered right hand His small observant hazel eyes rebukedCraven mildly and he slightly shook his head covered with thickcrinkly and carefully brushed hairWellbut Craven protested But surely she long ago retired from thefray Isnt she over sixtyShe is about sixty But that is nothing nowadaysNo doubt she had a terrific careerTerrific What do you mean exactly by terrificWhy that she was what used to be called a professional beauty asocial ruler immensely distinguished and smart and all that sort ofthing But I understood that she suddenly gave it all up I remembersomeone telling me that she abdicated and that those who knew her bestwere most surprised about itA woman told you that no doubtYes I think it was a womanAnything elseIf I remember rightly she said that Lady Sellingworth was the verylast woman one had expected to do such a thing that she was one of theold guard whose motto is never give up that she went on expectingand tacitly demanding the love and admiration which most men only givewith sincerity to young women long after she was no more young and hadbegun to lose her looks Perhaps it was all liesNo no There is something in itHe looked meditativeIt certainly was a sudden business he presently added I have oftenthought so It came about after her return from Paris some ten yearsagothat time when her jewels were stolenWere they said CravenWere theyBraybrookes tone just then really did rather suggest the worldsgovernessMy dear fellowyes they were to the tune of about fifty thousandpoundsWhat a dreadful business Did she get them backNo She never even tried to But of course it came out eventuallyIt seems to me that everything anyone wishes to hide does come outeventually in London said Craven with perhaps rather youthfulcynicism But surely Lady Sellingworth must have wanted to get herjewels back What can have induced her to be silent about such a lossIts a mystery I have wondered whyoften said Braybrooke gentlystroking his beardHe even slightly wrinkled his forehead until he remembered that suchan indulgence is apt to lead to permanent lines whereupon he abruptlybecame as smooth as a baby and addedShe must have had a tremendous reason But Im not aware that anyoneknows what it is unless he paused meditatively I have sometimessuspected that perhaps Seymour PortmanSir Seymour the generalYes He knows her better than anyone else does He cared for her whenshe was a girl through both her marriages and cares for her just asmuch still I believeHow were her jewels stolen Craven askedBraybrooke had roused his interest A woman who lost jewels worth fiftythousand pounds and made no effort to get them back must surely be anextraordinary creatureThey were stolen in Paris at the Gare du Nord out of a firstclasscompartment reserved for Adela Sellingworth That much came out throughher maidAnd nothing was doneI believe not Adela Sellingworth is said to have behaved mostfatalistically when the story came out She said the jewels weregone long ago and there was an end of it and that she couldnt bebotheredBotheredabout such a lossAnd whats more she got rid of the maidVery oddIt was Very odd Her abdication also was very odd and abrupt Shechanged her way of living gave up society let her hair go whiteallowed her face to do whatever it chose and in fact became very muchwhat she is nowthe most charming _old_ woman in LondonOh is she charmingIs she charmingBraybrooke,13
THE BLACK EXPERIENCE IN AMERICAPublished electronically by its author Norman Coombs and ProjectGutenbergC 1993 by Norman CoombsThis text is claimed under copyright to protect its integrity andtherefore you are required to pass it on intact but you may make changesto your own copy  This text may be shared in whole or in part so long asthis header is included  It may be quoted freely so long as itsauthorship is properly credited  As the book is out of print the authorhas chosen to make it freely availableWe want to know of any mistakes you find so we can correct them in texteditions to come  Send corrections to Norman Coombs  His emailaddresses areNRCGSHRITVAXBITNET or internet NRCGSHRITVAXISCRITEDUNeither Prof Hart nor Project Gutenberg nor Norman Coombs has anyofficial connection with the University of IllinoisThis text is based on the original publicationTHE BLACK EXPERIENCE IN AMERICAThe Immigrant Heritage of AmericaBy Norman CoombsPublisher Twayne c 1972Contents  Preface  Acknowledgments  Introduction omitted from electronic versionPART ONE   From Freedom to Slavery  1 African Origins       The Human Cradle       West African Empires       The Culture of West Africa  2 The Human Market       The Slave Trade       Caribbean Interlude  3 Slavery As Capitalism       The Shape of American Slavery       North American and South American Slavery       Slavery and the Formation of Character       Slave Response  4 All Men Are Created Equal       Slavery and the American Revolution       Slave Insurrections       Growing RacismPart Two  Emancipation without Freedom  5 A Nation Divided       Black Moderates and Militants       White Liberals       Growth of Extremism  6 From Slavery to Segregation       Blue Gray and Black       Reconstruction and Its Failure       The New Racism  7 Racism and Democracy       Fighting Jim Crow       Making the World Safe for Democracy       Urban Riots       The Klan RevivalPart Three The Search For Equality  8 The Crisis of Leadership       The Debate Over Means and Ends       Booker T Washington The Trumpet of Conciliation       W E B DuBois The Trumpet of Confrontation       Marcus Garvey The Trumpet of Pride       A Philip Randolph The Trumpet of Mobilization  9 The New Negro       Immigration and Migration       Harlem The Promised Land       The Negro Renaissance       Black Nationalism 10 Fighting Racism at Home and Abroad       Hard Times Again       The Second World War       The US and the UN 11 Civil Rights and Civil Disobedience       Schools and Courts       The Civil Rights Movement 12 The Black Revolt       Civil Disorders       Black Power     Epilogue     Notes and References omitted from electronic version     Bibliography omitted from electronic version     Index omitted from electronic versionPrefaceDuring the last several years the study of American history has turned anew direction  Previously it emphasized how the various immigrantgroups in America shed their divergent heritages and amalgamated into anew nationality More recently scholars and laymen alike have becomemore sensitive to the ways in which these newcomers have kept aspectsfrom their past alive and there is a new awareness of the degree towhich ethnicity continues as a force within AmericaMost of the original settlers were British Protestant and white Manyof the later arrivals differed from them in one or more ways Historybooks usually depicted these new waves of immigrants as assimilatingalmost fully into American society  However recent writings have putmore stress on the ethnic diversities which remain and on the richvariety of contributions which were made to the American scene by eachnew nationalityThis volume depicts the immigrants from Africa as one among the manyelements which created presentday America On the one hand they differfrom the other minorities because they came involuntarily suffered thecruelties of slavery and were of another color All of this made theirexperience unique On the other hand they shared much in common with theother minorities many of whom also felt like aliens in their new landThroughout most of American history political power has been heldtightly by the white AngloSaxon Protestant majority  Historicalpresentations which stressed the political component thereby tended toleave the later immigrants in the background  However because thesenewcomers did not assimilate fully into the mainstream of America theymaintained some of their ethnic identity and made fresh and uniquecontributions to American life  A sociocultural approach to historythrough highlighting society and culture rather than politics bringsthese minorities into proper focusThis study of AfroAmericans seeks to describe the character and culturewhich they produced for themselves in America It also points to the manyimportant contributions which they have made to American cultural lifeThe spotlight is on what they felt and thought on the attitudes theydeveloped and on their increasingly vocal protests against the unfairtreatment which they believed was directed at themBesides taking a sociocultural approach to the subject this,4
Produced by Dagny and John Bickers                               VAUTRIN                         A DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS                                  BY                           HONORE DE BALZAC                Presented for the first time at the                 PorteSaintMartin Theatre Paris                           March 14 1840                           AUTHORS PREFACEIt is difficult for the playwright to put himself five days after thefirst presentation of his piece in the situation in which he felthimself on the morning after the event but it is still more difficultto write a preface to _Vautrin_ to which every one has written hisown The single utterance of the author will infallibly prove inferiorto so vast a number of divergent expressions The report of a cannonis never so effective as a display of fireworksMust the author explain his work Its only possible commentator is MFrederick LemaitreMust he complain of the injunction which delayed the presentation ofhis play That would be to betray ignorance of his time and countryPetty tyranny is the besetting sin of constitutional governments itis thus they are disloyal to themselves and on the other hand whoare so cruel as the weak The present government is a spoilt childand does what it likes excepting that it fails to secure the publicweal or the public voteMust he proceed to prove that _Vautrin_ is as innocent a work as adrama of Berquins To inquire into the morality or immorality of thestage would imply servile submission to the stupid Prudhommes whobring the matter in questionShall he attack the newspapers He could do no more than declare thatthey have verified by their conduct all he ever said about themYet in the midst of the disaster which the energy of government hascaused but which the slightest sagacity in the world might haveprevented the author has found some compensation in the testimony ofpublic sympathy which has been given him M Victor Hugo amongothers has shown himself as steadfast in friendship as he ispreeminent in poetry and the present writer has the greaterhappiness in publishing the good will of M Hugo inasmuch as theenemies of that distinguished man have no hesitation in blackening hischaracterLet me conclude by saying that _Vautrin_ is two months old and in therush of Parisian life a novelty of two months has survived a couple ofcenturies The real preface to _Vautrin_ will be found in the play_RichardCoeurdEponge_ which the administration permits to beacted in order to save the prolific stage of PorteSaintMartin frombeing overrun by children A play never enacted or printedPARIS May 1 1840                         PERSONS OF THE PLAYJacques Collin known as VautrinThe Duc de MontsorelThe Marquis Albert de Montsorel son to MontsorelRaoul de FrascasCharles Blondet known as the Chevalier de SaintCharlesFrancois Cadet known as the PhilosopherFildeSoieButeuxPhilippe Boulard known as LafourailleA Police OfficerJoseph Bonnet footman to the Duchesse de MontsorelThe Duchesse de Montsorel Louise de VaudreyMademoiselle de Vaudrey aunt to the Duchesse de MontsorelThe Duchesse de ChristovalInez de Christoval Princesse DArjosFelicite maid to the Duchesse de MontsorelServants Gendarmes Detectives and othersSCENE ParisTIME 1816 after the second return of the Bourbons                               VAUTRIN                                ACT ISCENE FIRSTA room in the house of the Duc de MontsorelThe Duchesse de Montsorel and Mademoiselle de VaudreyThe DuchessAh So you have been waiting for me How very good of youMademoiselle de VaudreyWhat is the matter Louise This is the first time in the twelve yearsof our mutual mourning that I have seen you cheerful Knowing you asI do it makes me alarmedThe DuchessI cannot help showing my unhappiness and you who have shared all mysorrows alone can understand my rapture at the faintest gleam ofhopeMademoiselle de VaudreyHave you come upon any traces of your lost sonThe DuchessHe is foundMademoiselle de VaudreyImpossible When you find out your error it will add to your anguishThe DuchessA child who is dead has but a tomb in the heart of his mother but thechild who has been stolen is still living in that heart dear auntMademoiselle de VaudreySuppose you were overheardThe DuchessI should not care I am setting out on a new life and I feel strongenough to resist even the tyranny of De MontsorelMademoiselle de VaudreyAfter twentytwo years of mourning what possible occurrence can giveyou ground for hopeThe DuchessI have much more than hope After the kings reception I went to theSpanish ambassadors where I was introduced to Madame de ChristovalThere I saw a young man who resembled me and had my voice Do you seewhat I mean If I came home late it was because,13
Produced by Jo Churcher  HTML version by Al HainesTHE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLINbyGEORGE MACDONALDCONTENTS   1  Why the Princess Has a Story About Her   2  The Princess Loses Herself   3  The Princess andWe Shall See Who   4  What the Nurse Thought of It   5  The Princess Lets Well Alone   6  The Little Miner   7  The Mines   8  The Goblins   9  The Hall of the Goblin Palace  10  The Princesss KingPapa  11  The Old Ladys Bedroom  12  A Short Chapter About Curdie  13  The Cobs Creatures  14  That Night Week  15  Woven and then Spun  16  The Ring  17  Springtime  18  Curdies Clue  19  Goblin Counsels  20  Irenes Clue  21  The Escape  22  The Old Lady and Curdie  23  Curdie and His Mother  24  Irene Behaves Like a Princess  25  Curdie Comes to Grief  26  The GoblinMiners  27  The Goblins in the Kings House  28  Curdies Guide  29  Masonwork  30  The King and the Kiss  31  The Subterranean Waters  32  The Last ChapterCHAPTER 1Why the Princess Has a Story About HerThere was once a little princess whose father was king over a greatcountry full of mountains and valleys  His palace was built upon oneof the mountains and was very grand and beautiful  The princesswhose name was Irene was born there but she was sent soon after herbirth because her mother was not very strong to be brought up bycountry people in a large house half castle half farmhouse on theside of another mountain about halfway between its base and its peakThe princess was a sweet little creature and at the time my storybegins was about eight years old I think but she got older very fastHer face was fair and pretty with eyes like two bits of night skyeach with a star dissolved in the blue  Those eyes you would havethought must have known they came from there so often were they turnedup in that direction  The ceiling of her nursery was blue with starsin it as like the sky as they could make it But I doubt if ever shesaw the real sky with the stars in it for a reason which I had bettermention at onceThese mountains were full of hollow places underneath huge cavernsand winding ways some with water running through them and someshining with all colours of the rainbow when a light was taken inThere would not have been much known about them had there not beenmines there great deep pits with long galleries and passages runningoff from them which had been dug to get at the ore of which themountains were full  In the course of digging the miners came uponmany of these natural caverns  A few of them had faroff openings outon the side of a mountain or into a ravineNow in these subterranean caverns lived a strange race of beingscalled by some gnomes by some kobolds by some goblins  There was alegend current in the country that at one time they lived above groundand were very like other people  But for some reason or otherconcerning which there were different legendary theories the king hadlaid what they thought too severe taxes upon them or had requiredobservances of them they did not like or had begun to treat them withmore severity in some way or other and impose stricter laws and theconsequence was that they had all disappeared from the face of thecountry  According to the legend however instead of going to someother country they had all taken refuge in the subterranean cavernswhence they never came out but at night and then seldom showedthemselves in any numbers and never to many people at once  It wasonly in the least frequented and most difficult parts of the mountainsthat they were said to gather even at night in the open air  Those whohad caught sight of any of them said that they had greatly altered inthe course of generations and no wonder seeing they lived away fromthe sun in cold and wet and dark places  They were now notordinarily ugly but either absolutely hideous or ludicrouslygrotesque both in face and form  There was no invention they said ofthe most lawless imagination expressed by pen or pencil that couldsurpass the extravagance of their appearance  But I suspect those whosaid so had mistaken some of their animal companions for the goblinsthemselvesof which more by and by  The goblins themselves were notso far removed from the human as such a description would imply  Andas they grew misshapen in body they had grown in knowledge andcleverness and now were able to do things no mortal could see thepossibility of  But as they grew in cunning they grew in mischiefand their great delight was in every way they could think of to annoythe people who lived in the openair storey above them  They hadenough of affection left for each other to preserve them from beingabsolutely cruel for crueltys sake to those that came in their waybut still they so heartily cherished the ancestral grudge against thosewho occupied their former possessions and especially against thedescendants of the king who had caused their expulsion that theysought every opportunity of tormenting them in ways that were as odd astheir inventors and although dwarfed and misshapen they had strengthequal to their cunning  In the process of time they had got a king anda government of their own whose chief business beyond their ownsimple affairs was to devise trouble for their neighbours  It willnow be pretty evident why the little princess had never seen the,13
Produced by Bruce W MillerTHE PILGRIMS PROGRESS IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLEby Mary GodolphinAUTHORS PREFACEIn offering to the public another volume on my plan of reducing populartales into words of One Syllable exclusively I wish it to be clearlyunderstood that it is intended for Adult Beginners no less than forChildren There is a large class of persons who do not begin to acquirethe art of reading till somewhat late in life and it is for such that Ithink a book of this Character is peculiarly applicableIt may be objected that my system involves the use of words whichthough short are difficult to understand and might be made moreintelligible in polysyllabic language But I have endeavored as far aspossible to avoid hard and technical expressions and I cannot butthink that the mere fact of the brevity of the words must be a greatattraction to beginners of all ages By this method the labor ofdividing and accentuating words is avoided a difficulty which pupilswho have only attained to the knowledge of monosyllables cannot conquerby independent effortI take this opportunity of acknowledging the great favor with which myprevious books of the same character have been received and I am gladto hear that they have been found useful as Prizes in SchoolsI have thought it necessary to retain all the names of Persons andPlaces in their original form but this is the only exception to mygeneral rulePILGRIMS PROGRESSPART IAs I went through the wild waste of this world I came to a place wherethere was a den and I lay down in it to sleep While I slept I had adream and lo I saw a man whose clothes were in rags and he stood withhis face from his own house with a book in his hand and a great loadon his back I saw him read from the leaves of a book and as he readhe wept and shook with fear and at length he broke out with a loud cryand said What shall I do to save my soulSo in this plight he went home and as long as he could he held hispeace that his wife and babes should not see his grief But at lengthhe told them his mind and thus he spoke O my dear wife and you mybabes I your dear friend am full of woe for a load lies hard on meand more than this I have been told that our town will be burnt withfire in which I you my wife and you my sweet babes shall be lost ifmeans be not found to save usThis sad tale struck all who heard him with awe not that they thoughtwhat he said to them was true but that they had fears that some weightmust be on his mind so as night now drew near they were in hopes thatsleep might soothe his brain and with all haste they got him to bedWhen the morn broke they sought to know how he did He told them Worseand worse and he set to talk once more in the same strain as he haddone but they took no heed of it By and by to drive off his fit theyspoke harsh words to him at times they would laugh at times they wouldchide and then set him at nought So he went to his room to pray forthem as well as to nurse his own grief He would go too into thewoods to read and muse and thus for some weeks he spent his timeNow I saw in my dream that one day as he took his walk in the fieldswith his book in his hand he gave a groanfor he felt as if a cloudwere on his souland he burst out as he was wont to do and said Whowill save me I saw too that he gave wild looks this way and that asif he would rush off yet he stood still for he could not tell whichway to go At last a man whose name was Evangelist came up to him andsaid Why dost thou weepHe said Sir I see by this book in my hand that I am to die and thatthen God will judge me Now I dread to dieEvangelistWhy do you fear to die since this life is fraught withwoeThe man said I fear lest a hard doom should wait me and that this loadon my back will make me sink down till at last I shall find I am inTophetIf this be your case said Evangelist why do you stand stillBut the man said I know not where to goThen he gave him a scroll with these words on it Fly from the wrath tocomeWhen the man read it he said Which way must I flyEvangelist held out his hand to point to a gate in the wide field andsaid Do you see the Wicket GateThe man said NoDo you see that lightHe then said I think I doKeep that light in your eye quoth Evangelist and go straight up to itso shall you see the gate at which when you knock it shall be toldyou what you are to doThen I saw in my dream that Christianfor that was his nameset off torunNow he had not gone far from his own door when his wife and young oneswho saw him gave a loud wail to beg of him to come back but the manput his hands to his ears and ran on with a cry of Life Life Thefriends of his wife too came out to see him run and as he went somewere heard to mock him some to use threats and there were two who setoff to fetch him back by force the names of whom were Obstinate andPliable Now by this time the man had gone a good way off but at lastthey came up to himThen said Christian Friends why are you comeTo bid you go back with us said theyBut quoth he that can by no means,50
Produced by Sue AsscherTHE LIFE OFCAPTAIN MATTHEW FLINDERS RNBYERNEST SCOTTPROFESSOR OF HISTORY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF MELBOURNEAUTHOR OF TERRE NAPOLEON AND LIFE OF LAPEROUSEWITH PORTRAITS MAPS AND FACSIMILESSYDNEYANGUS  ROBERTSON LTD89 CASTLEREAGH STREET1914PREFACEThe subject of this book died one hundred years ago Within his fortyyears of life he discovered a very large area of what is now animportant region of the earth he participated in stirring events whichare memorable in modern history he applied a vigorous and original mindto the advancement of knowledge with useful results and he was thevictim of circumstances which however stated were peculiarlyunfortunate and must evoke the sympathy of everyone who takes thetrouble to understand them His career was crowded with adventures warperilous voyages explorations of unknown coasts encounters withsavages shipwreck and imprisonment are the elements which go to make uphis story He was withal a downright Englishman of exceptionally highcharacter proud of his service and unsparing of himself in the pursuitof his dutyYet up to this time his biography has not been written There are it istrue outlines of his career in various works of reference notably thatcontributed by Sir JK Laughton to the Dictionary of National BiographyBut there is no book to which a reader can turn for a fairly full accountof his achievements and an estimate of his personality Of alldiscoverers of leading rank Matthew Flinders is the only one about whomthere is no ample and convenient recordThis book endeavours to fill the gapThe material upon which it is founded is set forth in the footnotes andthe bibliography Here the author takes pleasure in acknowledging theassistance he has received from several quarters A previous book broughthim the acquaintance of the grandnephew of that Comte de Fleurieu wholargely inspired three famous French voyages to Australiathose ofLaperouse Dentrecasteaux and Baudinall of which have an importantbearing upon the subject The Comte A de Fleurieu had long been engagedin collecting material relative to the work and influence of hisdistinguished granduncle and in the most generous manner he handed overto the author his very large collection of manuscripts and notebooks tobe read noted and used at discretion Even when a historian does notactually quote or directly use matter bearing upon his subject it is ofimmense advantage to have access to documents which throw light upon itand which enable an inandout knowledge of a period and persons to beobtained This book owes much of whatever value it may possess tomonsieur de Fleurieus assistance in this respect and the author thankshim most warmlyThe Flinders papers of which free use has been made were presented tothe Melbourne Public Library by Professor WM Flinders Petrie They aredescribed in the bibliography The transcripts of family and personaldocuments were especially valuable Although they were not supplied forthis book Professor Flinders Petrie gave them in order that they mightbe of use to some biographer of his grandfather and the author begs tothank him and also Mr E La Touche Armstrong the chief librarian inwhose custody they are and who has given frequent access to themThe rich stores of manuscripts in the Mitchell Library Sydney have beenthoroughly examined with the assistance of Mr WH Ifould principallibrarian Mr Hugh Wright and the staff of that institution Help fromthis quarter was accorded with such grace that one came to think givingtrouble was almost like conferring a favourAll copies of documents from Paris and Caen cited in this book have beenmade by Madame Robert Helouis The author was able to indicate thewhereabouts of the principal papers but Madame Helouis developing aninterest in the subject as she pursued her task was enabled owing toher extensive knowledge of the resources of the French archives to findand transcribe many new and valuable papers The author also wishes tothank Captain Francis Bayldon of Sydney who has kindly given help onseveral technical points Miss Alma Hansen University of Melbourne whowas generous enough to make a study of the Dutch Generale Beschrijvingevan Indienno light taskto verify a point of some importance for thepurpose of the chapter on The Naming of Australia and Mr EAPetherick whose manuscript bibliography containing an immense quantityof material the fruit of a long lifes labour has always beencheerfully made availableProfessor Flinders Petrie has been kind enough to read and make someuseful suggestions upon the personal and family passages of the bookwhich has consequently benefited greatlyThe whole work has been read through by Mr AW Jose author of TheHistory of Australasia whose criticism on a multitude of points someminute but all important has been of the utmost value The help givenby Mr Jose has been more than friendly it has been informed by a keenenthusiasm for the subject and great knowledge of the originalauthorities The authors obligations to him are gratefully acknowledgedIt is hoped that these pages will enable the reader to know MatthewFlinders the man as well as the navigator for the study of themanuscript and printed material about him has convinced the author thathe was not only remarkable for what he did and endured but for his ownsake as an Englishman of the very best typeMelbourne June 1914CONTENTSCHAPTER 1 BIRTH AND ORIGINSPlace of Flinders among Australian navigatorsBirthFlemish originsPedigreeConnection with the TennysonsPossible relationship with BassFlinders fatherDoningtonCHAPTER 2 AT SCHOOL AND AT SEAEducationRobinson CrusoeAspirations for a naval careerHis fathers wishJohn Flinders adviceStudy of navigationIntroduction to PasleyLieutenants servantMidshipman on the BellerophonBligh and the Bounty mutinyCHAPTER 3 A VOYAGE UNDER BLIGHThe second breadfruit expeditionFlinders in the ProvidenceNotes from Santa CruzAt the CapeTahitiIn Torres StraitEncounter with PapuansReturn to EnglandCHAPTER 4 THE BATTLE OFF BRESTThe naval war with FranceThe battle of June 1st 1794Flinders as gunnerPasley woundedFlinders journal of the engagementEffect of Pasleys wound on the career of FlindersCHAPTER 5 AUSTRALIAN GEOGRAPHY BEFORE FLINDERSThe predecessors of FlindersHow Australia grew on the mapMediaeval controversies on antipodesPeriod of vague speculationSixteenth century mapsThe Dutch voyagersThe Batavia on the Abrolhos ReefThe Duyfhen in the GulfTorresThe three periods of Australian maritime discoveryGeographers and their views of AustraliaThe theory of the dividing straitCook and FurneauxThe untraced southern coastCHAPTER 6 THE RELIANCE AND THE TOM THUMBGovernor HunterCaptain WaterhouseFlinders passion for exploring new countriesJoins,35
Produced by Freethought ArchivesGOOD SENSE WITHOUT GODORFREETHOUGHTS OPPOSED TO SUPERNATURAL IDEASBy Baron DholbachFreethinkers Library SeriesLondon W Stewart  CoA Translation Of Baron Dholbachs Le Bon SensTranscribers note this etext is based on an undated English translationof Le Bon Sens published c 1900 The name of the translator was notstated     _Atheism_ leaves men to Sense to Philosophy to Laws to     Reputation all which may be guides to moral Virtue tho     Religion were not but Superstition dismounts all these and     erects an absolute Monarchy in the Minds of Men  Therefore     Atheism did never perturb States but Superstition hath been     the confusion of many  The causes of Superstition are     pleasing and sensual rights and Ceremonies Excess of     Pharisaical and outside holiness Reverence to Traditions     and the stratagems of Prelates for their own Ambition and     Lucre_Lord Bacon_CONTENTS1 APOLOGUE2 What is Theology3 What is Theology4 Man is not born with any ideas of Religion5 It is not necessary to believe in a God6 Religion is founded on credulity7 All religion is an absurdity8 The idea of God is impossible9 On the Origin of Superstition10 On the Origin of all Religion11 Religious fears expose men to become a prey to imposters12 Religion seduces ignorance by the aid of the marvellous13 Religion seduces ignorance by the aid of the marvellous14 No Religion if not ages of Stupidity and Barbarism15 All Religion was produced by the desire of domination16 What serves as a basis to Religion is most uncertain17 It is impossible to be convinced of the existence of a God18 It is impossible to be convinced of the existence of a God19 The existence of God is not proved20 It explains nothing to say that God is a spirit21 Spirituality is an absurdity22 Whatever exists is derived from Matter23 What is the metaphysical God of modern Theology24 Less unreasonable to adore the Sun than adore a spiritual Deity25 A spiritual Deity is incapable of volition and action26 What is God27 Some remarkable Contradictions in Theology28 To adore God is to adore a fiction29 Atheism is authorised by the infinity of God30 Believing not safer than not believing in God31 Belief in God is a habit acquired in infancy32 Belief in God is a prejudice ov successive generations33 On the Origin of Prejudices34 On the effects of Prejudices35 Theology must be instilled before the age of reason36 The wonders of nature do not prove the existence of God37 Nature may be explained by natural causes38 Nature may be explained by natural causes39 The world has never been created Matter moves of itself40 The world has never been created Matter moves of itself41 Motion is essential to Matter no Spiritual Mover42 The existence of Man does not prove the existence of God43 Neither Man nor the Universe are the effects of chance44 Order of the Universe does not prove the existence of a God45 Order of the Universe does not prove the existence of a God46 Absurd to adore a divine intelligence47 Qualities given God contrary to the Essence attributed to him48 Qualities given God contrary to the Essence attributed to him49 Absurd to say that the human race is the object of the Universe50 God is not made for Man nor Man for God51 Untrue that the object of the Universe was to render Man happy52 What is called Providence is a word without meaning53 This pretended Providence is the enemy of Man54 The world is not governed by an intelligent being55 God cannot be considered immutable56 Good and evil are the necessary effects of natural causes57 The consolations of Theology and paradise are imaginary58 Another romantic reverie59 Vain that Theology attempts to clear its God from human defects60 Impossible to believe God is of infinite goodness and power61 Impossible to believe God is of infinite goodness and power62 Theologys God a monster of absurdity and injustice63 All Religion inspires contemptible fears64 Religion the same as the most somber and servile Superstition65 The love of God is impossible66 An eternally tormenting God is a most detestable being67 Theology is a tissue of palpable contradictions68 The pretended works of God do not prove Divine Perfections69 The perfection of God and the pretended creation of angels70 Theology preaches Omnipotence of its God yet makes impotent71 Per all religious systems God is capricious and foolish72 It is absurd to say that Evil does not proceed from God73 The foreknowledge of God proves his cruelty74 Absurdity of the stories concerning Original Sin and Satan75 The Devil like Religion was invented to enrich the priests76 God has no right to punish man77 It is absurd to say that the conduct of God a mystery78 Ought we look for consolation from the author of our misery79 God who punishes the faults which he might have prevented80 What is called Free Will is an absurdity81 But we must not conclude that Society has no right to punish82 Refutation of the arguments in favour of Free Will83 Refutation of the arguments in favour of Free Will84 God if there were a God would not be free85 According to Theology man is not free a single instant86 There is no evil and no sin but must be attributed to God87 The prayers prove dissatisfaction of the divine will88 Absurd to imagine repair of misfortune in another world89 Theology justifies the evil permitted by its God90 Jehovah exterminations prove an unjust and barbarous God91 Is God a generous equitable and tender father92 Mans life deposes against goodness of a pretended God93 We owe no gratitude to what is called _Providence_94 It is folly to suppose that Man is the favourite of God95 A comparison between Man and brutes96 There are no animals so detestable as Tyrants97 A refutation of the excellence of Man98 An oriental Tale99,3
Produced by Dagny and John Bickers                       THE RESOURCES OF QUINOLA                 A COMEDY IN A PROLOGUE AND FIVE ACTS                                  BY                           HONORE DE BALZAC  First Presented at the Theatre de lOdeon Paris March 19 1842                           AUTHORS PREFACEHad the author of the following play written it merely for the purposeof winning for it the universal praise which the journals havelavished upon his romances and which perhaps transcended theirmerits _The Resources of Quinola_ would still have been an excellentliterary speculation but when he sees himself the object of so muchpraise and so much condemnation he has come to the conclusion that itis much more difficult to make successfully a first venture on thestage than in the field of mere literature and he has armed himselfaccordingly with courage both for the present and for the futureThe day will come when the piece will be employed by critics as abattering ram to demolish some piece at its first representation justas they have employed all his novels and even his play entitled_Vautrin_ to demolish _The Resources of Quinola_However tranquil may be his mood of resignation the author cannotrefrain from making here two suggestive observationsNot one among fifty feuilleton writers has failed to treat as a fableinvented by the author the historic fact upon which is founded thepresent playLong before M Arago mentioned this incident in his history of steampublished in the _Annuaire du Bureau des Longitudes_ the author towhom the incident was known had guessed in imagination the greatdrama that must have led up to that final act of despair thecatastrophe which necessarily ended the career of the unknowninventor who in the middle of the sixteenth century built a shipthat moved by steam in the harbor of Barcelona and then scuttled itwith his own hands in the presence of two hundred thousand spectatorsThis observation is sufficient answer to the derision which has beenflung upon what was supposed to be the authors hypothesis as to theinvention of steam locomotion before the time of the Marquis ofWorcester Salomon de Caus and PapinThe second observation relates to the strange manner in which almostall the critics have mistaken the character of Lavradi one of thepersonages in this comedy which they have stigmatized as a hideouscreation Any one who reads the piece of which no critic has given anexact analysis will see that Lavradi sentenced to be transported forten years to the _presides_ comes to ask pardon of the king Everyone knows how freely the severest penalties were in the sixteenthcentury measured out for the lightest offences and how warmly valetsin a predicament such as Quinolas were welcomed by the spectators inthe antique theatresMany volumes might be filled with the laments of feuilletonists whofor nearly twenty years have called for comedies in the ItalianSpanish or English style An attempt has been made to produce one andthe critics would rather eat their own words than miss the opportunityof choking off the man who has been bold enough to venture upon apathway of such fertile promise whose very antiquity lends to it inthese days the charm of noveltyNor must we forget to mention to the disgrace of our age the howl ofdisapprobation which greeted the title Duke of Neptunado selectedby Philip II for the inventor a howl in which educated readers willrefuse to join but which was so overwhelming at the presentation ofthe piece that after its first utterance the actors omitted the termduring the remainder of the evening This howl was raised by anaudience of spectators who read in the newspapers every morning thetitle of the Duke of Vittoria given to Espartero and who must haveheard of the title Prince of Paz given to the last favorite of thelast but one of the kings of Spain How could such ignorance as thishave been anticipated Who does not know that the majority of Spanishtitles especially in the time of Charles V and Philip II refer tocircumstances under which they were originally grantedAn admiral took that of _TransportReal_ from the fact that thedauphin sailed with him to ItalyNavarro was given the title _La Vittoria_ after the seafight ofToulon though the issue of the conflict was indecisiveThese examples and as many others are outdone by that of the famousfinance minister a parvenu broker who chose to be entitled theMarquis Insignificant lEnsenadaIn producing a work constructed with all the dramatic irregularity ofthe early French and Spanish stage the author has made an experimentwhich had been called for by the suffrages of more than one organ ofpublic opinion as well as of all the firstnighters of Paris Hewished to meet the genuine public and to have his piece represented ina house filled with a paying audience The unsatisfactory result ofthis ordeal was so plainly pointed out by the whole press that theindispensability of _claqueurs_ has been now forever establishedThe author had been confronted by the following dilemma as stated bythose experienced in such matters If he introduced into the theatretwelve hundred dead heads the success secured by their applausewould undoubtedly be questioned If twelve hundred paying spectatorswere present the success of the piece was almost out of the questionThe author chose to run the risk of the latter alternative Such isthe history of this first representation where so many peopleappeared to be made so uncomfortable by their elevation to the dignityof independent judgesThe author,13
Produced by Jeffrey KrausyaoTHE MASTER OF SILENCEA ROMANCEFiction Fact and Fancy SeriesEdited by Arthur StedmanBy Irving BachellerNew York Charles L Webster  Co 1892THE MASTER OF SILENCECHAPTER INear the end of my fourteenth year I was apprenticed to Valentine King Co cotton importers Liverpool as a pair of legs My fatherhad died suddenly leaving me and his property in the possession of mystepmother and my guardian It was in deference to their urgent advicethat I left my home in London with little reluctance since my lifethere had never been happy to study the art of moneymaking Onarriving at the scene of my expected triumphs I was assigned to thesomewhat humble position of errand boy In common with other boys whoperformed a like service for the firm I was known as a pair of legsLodgings of a rather modest character had been secured for me in thewestern outskirts of the city near the banks of the Mersey I was slowto make friends and my evenings were spent in the perusal of some storybooks which I had brought with me from London One night not longafter the beginning of my new life in Liverpool I was lying in bedlistening to the wind and rain beating over the housetops and drivingagainst the windows when suddenly there came a loud rap at my doorWhos there I demanded starting out of bedAs I heard no answer I repeated my inquiry and stood a momentlistening I could hear nothing however but the wind and rainLighting a candle and dressing myself with all haste I opened thedoor I could just discern the figure of a bent old man standing inthe hallway when a gust of wind suddenly put out the candle The doorleading to the street was open and the old man was probably a stragglercome to importune me for shelter or for something to eat As I relit thecandle he entered my room and stood facing me but he did not speakHis clothes were dripping and he was blinking at me with strangegleaming eyes His hair was snowwhite and as I looked into his facethe deathly pallor of it frightened me His general appearance was morethan startling it was uncannyWhat can I do for you I askedGreatly to my surprise he made no reply but with a look of pain andgreat anxiety sank into a chair Then he withdrew from his pocket aletter which he extended to me The envelope was wet and dirty It wasdirected to Kendric Lane Esq No Old Broad street London EnglandThe address was crossed and 22 Kirkland street Liverpool writtenunder it in the familiar hand of my guardian A strange proceedingthought I Was the letter intended for my father who was long dead andwho had removed from that address more than ten years ago The old manbegan to grin and nod as I examined the superscription I broke the sealon the envelope and found the following letter undated and with noindication of the place from which it was sentDear BrotherI need your help Come to me at once if you canConsequences of vast importance to me and to mankind depend upon yourprompt compliance I cannot tell you where I am The bearer will bringyou to me Follow him and ask no questions Moreover be silent likehim regarding the subject of this letter If you can come procurepassage in the first steamer for New York My messenger is provided withfunds Your loving brotherRevis LaneI had often heard my father speak of my uncle Revis who went to Americaalmost twenty years before I was born Now he was my nearest livingrelative No news of him had reached us for many years before my fatherdied I was familiar with his handwriting and the specimen before me waseither genuine or remarkably like it If genuine he had evidently notheard of my fathers deathExtraordinary as the message was the messenger was more so He satpeering at me with a strange halfcrazed expression on his faceWhen did you leave my uncle I askedHe sat as if unconscious that I had spokenI drew my chair to his side and repeated the words in a loud voice buthe did not seem to hear me Evidently the old man could neither hear norspeak In a moment he began groping in his pockets and presently handedme a card which contained the following wordsIf you can come tear this card in halves and return the right half tohimI examined the card carefully The words were undoubtedly in my uncleshandwriting The back of the card was covered with strange characters inred ink I tore the card as directed and handed him the right halfHe held it up to the light and examined it carefully then put it awayin a pocket of his waistcoat The look of pain returned to his faceand he coughed feebly as if suffering from a severe cold The hour beinglate I intimated by pantomime that I desired him to occupy my bed Heunderstood me readily enough and began feebly to remove his clothingwhile I prepared a sofa for myself He was soon sound asleep but I layawake long after the light was extinguished He was evidently quiteill and I determined to go for a physician at the first appearance ofdaylight As soon as possible I would go with him to my uncle Therewere no ties to detain me and it was clearly my duty to do so Perhapsmy uncle was in some great peril If so I might be of service to himWhen I arose in the morning my strange lodger seemed to be sleepingquietly His face looked pale and ghastly in the light of day I steppedclose to his bed and laying my hand upon his brow was horrifiedto discover that he was dead What was I to do I sat down to thinktrembling with fright I must call in a policeman and tell him all Iknew about my strange visitor No not all I must not tell him aboutthe letter thought I My uncle might not wish,0
Produced by K Kay ShearinCOUNT ALARCOSA TRAGEDYBy Benjamin DisraeliAs there is no historical authority for the events of the celebratedBallad on which this Tragedy is founded I have fixed upon thethirteenth century for the period of their occurrence At that time thekingdom of Castille had recently obtained that supremacy in Spain whichled in a subsequent age to the political integrity of the countryBurgos its capital was a magnificent city and then also arose thatmasterpiece of Christian architecture its famous CathedralThis state of comparative refinement and civilisation permitted theintroduction of more complicated motives than the rude manners of theBallad would have authorised while the picturesque features of theCastillian middle ages still flourished in full force the factions ofa powerful nobility renowned for their turbulence strong passionsenormous crimes profound superstition                                    DeltaLondon May 1839DRAMATIS PERSONAE     THE KING OF CASTILLE     COUNT ALARCOS a Prince of the Blood     COUNT OF SIDONIA     COUNT OF LEON     PRIOR OF BURGOS     ORAN a Moor     FERDINAND a PAGE     GUZMAN JACA a BRAVO     GRAUS the Keeper of a Posada     SOLISA Infanta of Castille only child of the King     FLORIMONDE Countess Alarcos     FLIX a Hostess     Courtiers Pages Chamberlains Bravos and PriestsTimethe 13th CenturySceneBurgos the capital of Castille and its vicinityACT I     SCENE 1     A Street in Burgos the Cathedral in the distance     Enter Two Courtiers     I11       1ST COURT                 The Prince of Hungary dismissed     I12       2ND COURT                     Indeed                 So runs the rumour     I13       1ST COURT                     Why the spousal note                 Still floats upon the air     I14       2ND COURT                     Myself this morn                 Beheld the Infantas entrance as she threw                 Proud as some hitless barb her haughty glance                 On our assembled chiefs     I15       1ST COURT                     The Prince was there     I16       2ND COURT                 Most royally nor seemed a man more fit                 To claim a kingdom for a dower  He looked                 Our Gadian Hercules as the advancing peers                 Their homage paid  I followed in the train                 Of Count Alarcos with whose ancient house                 My fortunes long have mingled     I17       1ST COURT                     Tis the same                 But just returned     I18       2ND COURT                     Long banished from the Court                 And only favoured since the Queens decease                 His ancient foe     I19       1ST COURT                     A very potent Lord     I110      2ND COURT                 Near to the throne too near perchance for peace                 Youre young at Burgos or indeed twere vain,18
Produced by Sue AsscherTHE LOGBOOKS OFTHE LADY NELSONWITH THE JOURNAL OF HER FIRST COMMANDERLIEUTENANT JAMES GRANT RNBYIDA LEE FRGSMRS CHARLES BRUCE MARRIOTTAUTHOR OFTHE COMING OF THE BRITISH TO AUSTRALIAandCOMMODORE SIR JOHN HAYES HIS VOYAGE AND LIFEWITH SIXTEEN CHARTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS FROM THE ORIGINALSIN THE ADMIRALTY LIBRARYGRAFTON  CO69 GREAT RUSSELL STREETLONDON WCFirst Published in 1915TO THE MEMORY OF MY GRANDFATHERWILLIAM LEEONE OF AUSTRALIAS PIONEERSPREFACEThe objects for which the Lady Nelsons voyages were undertaken renderher logbooks of more than ordinary interest She was essentially anAustralian discovery ship and during her successive commissions she wasemployed exclusively in Australian waters The number of voyages that shemade will perhaps never be accurately known but her logbooks inexistence testify to the important missions that she accomplished Themost notable are those which record early discoveries in Victoria theexploration of the Queensland coast the surveys of King Island and theKent Group the visits to New Zealand and the founding of settlements atHobart Port Dalrymple and Melville Island Seldom can the logbooks of asingle ship show such a record Their publication seemed very necessaryfor the handwriting on the pages of some of them is so faded that it isalready difficult to decipher and apparently only the story of Grantsvoyages and the extracts from Murrays log published by Labilliere in theEarly History of Victoria have ever before been published Intranscription I have somewhat modernized the spelling where old orincorrect forms tended to obscure the sense and omitted repetitions asit would have been impossible to include within the limits of one volumethe whole of the contents of the logbooks The story of the Lady Nelsonas told by Grant has in places been paraphrased for he sometimes writesit in diary form under date headings and at others he inserts the date inthe narrative The entries from the logbooks of Murray Curtoys andSymons in the Public Record Office with such omissions as I havespecified are printed verbatimMurrays charts now published are distinctly valuable as in the fourthvolume of the Historical Records of New South Wales where they should befound it is stated that they are unfortunately missingOn my inquiring at the Admiralty Mr Perrin the Librarian to whom mycordial thanks are due made a special search and was fortunate enough todiscover them Thus after a long separation Murrays charts and hisjournal are united again in this volume Perhaps the most importantchart and the one which should appeal especially to the people ofVictoria is that of Port Phillip showing the track of the Lady Nelsonsboat when the brig entered the bay for the first time Murrays logtelling of this discovery ends on March 24th 1802 In writing later tothe Duke of Portland Governor King says The Lady Nelsons return justbefore I closed my letters enabled me to transmit ActingLieutenantMurrays log copies of the discoveries of King Island and Port PhillipThese important discoveries being combined with the chart of formersurveys I hope will convince your Grace that that highly useful vesselthe Lady Nelson has not been idle under my direction The charts weresent home in charge of Lieutenant Mackellar who sailed in the shipCaroline on March 30th 1802 six days after the Lady Nelsons returnDuplicates were forwarded by the Speedy which left Sydney in June but acomparison of those at the Admiralty shows that King added nothingfurther to this second seriesMy thanks are also due to Lieutenant Bell RN whose researches haveenabled me to publish the charts of the Queensland coast These oldcharts cannot fail to interest students of Australian history It ispossible that they do not include all that were sent home at first norare the Lady Nelsons logbooks complete those however of Grant andMurray Curtoys and Symons give us the story of the work carried out bythose energetic seamen They are writings worthy of being more widelyknown for they are records left by men who sailed uncharted seas alongunknown coasts in days which will not come againmen who have helped togive to later generations a spacious continent with a limitless horizonIDA LEECONTENTSCHAPTER 1THE LADY NELSON BUILT WITH CENTREBOARDSHER VOYAGE TO SYDNEY UNDER JAMES GRANTTHE FIRST SHIP TO PASS THROUGH BASS STRAITCHAPTER 2RETURNS TO EXPLORE THE STRAITHER VISITS TO JERVIS BAY AND TO WESTERN PORT IN 1801CHAPTER 3COLONEL PATERSON AND LIEUTENANT GRANT SURVEY HUNTER RIVERCHAPTER 4MURRAY APPOINTED COMMANDER OF THE LADY NELSONHIS VOYAGE TO NORFOLK ISLANDCHAPTER 5MURRAYS EXPLORATION OF BASS STRAITCHAPTER 6DISCOVERY OF PORT PHILLIPCHAPTER 7THE LADY NELSON IN COMPANY WITH HMS INVESTIGATOR EXAMINES THENORTHEASTERN SHORES OF AUSTRALIACHAPTER 8THE FRENCH SHIPS IN BASS STRAITTHE FOUNDING OF HOBARTCHAPTER 9SYMONS SUCCEEDS CURTOYS AS COMMANDER OF THE LADY NELSONHIS VOYAGES TO PORT PHILLIP TASMANIA AND NEW ZEALANDCHAPTER 10THE LADY NELSON IN TASMANIATHE FOUNDING OF PORT DALRYMPLECHAPTER 11THE ESTRAMINA IS BROUGHT TO SYDNEYTHE LADY NELSON VISITS NORFOLK ISLAND AND PORT DALRYMPLECHAPTER 12TIPPAHEE AND HIS FOUR SONS ARE CONVEYED TO NEW ZEALAND IN THE LADYNELSONCHAPTER 13THE LADY NELSON ACCOMPANIES HMS TAMAR TO MELVILLE ISLANDCHAPTER 14THE LOSS OF THE LADY NELSONAPPENDIXINDEXILLUSTRATIONS1 THE LADY NELSON From a painting in the possession of the VictorianGovernment2 LIEUTENANT JAMES GRANTS CHART OF THE AUSTRALIAN COASTJas Grant autograph facsimile3 EYESKETCH OF THE LADY NELSONS TRACK ON HER FIRST VOYAGE THROUGH BASSSTRAIT Drawn by Governor King Writing of this chart he says that thelongitude in which Lieutenant Grant placed Cape Otway was about a degreeand a half in error He also made the land to trend away on the west sideof Cape Otway to a deep bay which he named Portland Bay An examinationof modern maps will show that the name Portland Bay has been retained fora bay to the westward of Grants Portland Bay which is now calledArmstrong BayChart of the track of His Majestys Armoured Surveying Vessel Lady NelsonLieutenant James Grant Commander From Basss Straits between New Hollandand Van Diemens Land on her passage from England to Port Jackson ByOrder of His Grace The Duke of Portland In December 18004 CHART OF WESTERN PORT SURVEYED BY ENSIGN BARRALLIER IN 18015 CHART OF BASS STRAIT SHOWING THE DISCOVERIES MADE BETWEEN SEPTEMBER1800 AND MARCH 1802 Drawn by Ensign Barrallier New South Wales Corpsunder the direction,4
Produced by Judith BossJames PethelByMAX BEERBOHMI was shocked this morning when I saw in my newspaper a paragraphannouncing his sudden death  I do not say that the shock was verydisagreeable  One reads a newspaper for the sake of news  Had I nevermet James Pethel belike I should never have heard of him and myknowledge of his death coincident with my knowledge that he hadexisted would have meant nothing at all to me  If you learn suddenlythat one of your friends is dead you are wholly distressed  If thedeath is that of a mere acquaintance whom you have recently seen youare disconcerted pricked is your sense of mortality but you do findgreat solace in telling other people that you met the poor fellowonly the other day and that he was so full of life and spirits andthat you remember he saidwhatever you may remember of his sayingsIf the death is that of a mere acquaintance whom you have not seen foryears you are touched so lightly as to find solace enough in even suchfaded reminiscence as is yours to offer  Seven years have passed sincethe day when last I saw James Pethel and that day was the morrow of myfirst meeting with himI had formed the habit of spending August in Dieppe  The place wasthen less overrun by trippers than it is now  Some pleasant Englishpeople shared it with some pleasant French people  We used rather toresent the raceweekthe third week of the monthas an intrusion onour privacy  We sneered as we read in the Paris edition of The NewYork Herald the names of the intruders though by some of these wewere secretly impressed  We disliked the nightly crush in thebaccaratroom of the casino and the croupiers obvious excitement atthe high play  I made a point of avoiding that room during that weekfor the special reason that the sight of serious habitual gamblers hasalways filled me with a depression bordering on disgust  Most of themen by some subtle stress of their ruling passion have grown somonstrously fat and most of the women so harrowingly thin  The restof the women seem to be marked out for apoplexy and the rest of themen to be wasting away  One feels that anything thrown at them wouldbe either embedded or shattered and looks vainly among them for oneperson furnished with a normal amount of flesh  Monsters they are allof them to the eye though I believe that many of them have excellentmoral qualities in private life but just as in an American town onegoes sooner or latergoes against ones finer judgment but somehowgoesinto the dimemuseum so year by year in Dieppes raceweekthere would be always one evening when I drifted into thebaccaratroom  It was on such an evening that I first saw the manwhose memory I here celebrate  My gaze was held by him for the veryreason that he would have passed unnoticed elsewhere  He wasconspicuous not in virtue of the mere fact that he was taking the bankat the principal table but because there was nothing at all odd abouthimHe alone among his fellowplayers looked as if he were not to diebefore the year was out  Of him alone I said to myself that he wasdestined to die normally at a ripe old age  Next day certainly Iwould not have made this prediction would not have given him theseven years that were still in store for him nor the comparativelynormal death that has been his  But now as I stood opposite to himbehind the croupier I was refreshed by my sense of his wholesomedurability  Everything about him except the amount of money he hadbeen winning seemed moderate  Just as he was neither fat nor thin sohad his face neither that extreme pallor nor that extreme redness whichbelongs to the faces of seasoned gamblers it was just a clear pinkAnd his eyes had neither the unnatural brightness nor the unnaturaldullness of the eyes about him they were ordinarily clear eyes of anordinary gray  His very age was moderate a putative thirtysix notmore  Not less I would have said in those days He assumed no airof nonchalance  He did not deal out the cards as though they boredhim but he had no look of grim concentration  I noticed that theremoval of his cigar from his mouth made never the least difference tohis face for he kept his lips pursed out as steadily as ever when hewas not smoking  And this constant pursing of his lips seemed todenote just a pensive interestHis bank was nearly done now there were only a few cards leftOpposite to him was a welter of partycolored counters that thecroupier had not yet had time to sort out and add to the rouleauxalready made there were also a fair accumulation of notes and severallittle stacks of goldin all not less than fivehundred poundscertainly  Happy banker  How easily had he won in a few minutes morethan I with utmost pains could win in many months  I wished I werehe  His lucre seemed to insult me personally  I disliked him and yetI hoped he would not take another bank  I hoped he would have the goodsense to pocket his winnings and go home  Deliberately to risk theloss of all those riches would intensify the insult to meMessieurs la banque est aux encheres  There was some brisk biddingwhile the croupier tore open and shuffled two new packs  But it was asI feared the gentleman whom I resented kept his placeMessieurs la banque est faite  Quinzemille francs a la banqueMessieurs les cartes passent  Messieurs les cartes passentTurning to go I encountered a friend one of the raceweekers but ina sense a friendGoing to play I askedNot while Jimmy Pethels taking the bank he answered with a laughIs that the mans nameYes  Dont you know him,13
Produced by David WidgerTHE PARISIANSBy Edward BulwerLyttonPREFATORY NOTE BY THE AUTHORS SONThe Parisians and Kenelm Chillingly were begun about the same timeand had their common origin in the same central idea That idea firstfound fantastic expression in The Coming Race and the three bookstaken together constitute a special group distinctly apart from allthe other works of their authorThe satire of his earlier novels is a protest against false socialrespectabilities the humour of his later ones is a protest against thedisrespect of social realities By the first he sought to promote socialsincerity and the free play of personal character by the last toencourage mutual charity and sympathy amongst all classes on whoseinterrelation depends the character of society itself But in thesethree books his latest fictions the moral purpose is more definite andexclusive Each of them is an expostulation against what seemed to himthe perilous popularity of certain social and political theories or awarning against the influence of certain intellectual tendencies uponindividual character and national life This purpose however thoughcommon to the three fictions is worked out in each of them by adifferent method The Coming Race is a work of pure fancy and thesatire of it is vague and sportive The outlines of a definite purposeare more distinctly drawn in Chillinglya romance which has thesource of its effect in a highly wrought imagination The humour andpathos of Chillingly are of a kind incompatible with the design ofThe Parisians which is a work of dramatized observation Chillinglyis a romance The Parisians is a novel The subject of Chillingly ispsychological that of The Parisians is social The authors object inChillingly being to illustrate the effects of modern ideas upon anindividual character he has confined his narrative to the biographyof that one character hence the simplicity of plot and small number ofdramatis personae whereby the work gains in height and depth whatit loses in breadth of surface The Parisians on the contraryis designed to illustrate the effect of modern ideas upon a wholecommunity This novel is therefore panoramic in the profusion andvariety of figures presented by it to the readers imagination Noexclusive prominence is vouchsafed to any of these figures All of themare drawn and coloured with an equal care but by means of the boldbroad touches necessary for their effective presentation on a canvasso large and so crowded Such figures are indeed but the componentfeatures of one great form and their actions only so many modes ofone collective impersonal characterthat of the Parisian Society ofImperial and Democratic France a character everywhere present and busythroughout the story of which it is the real hero or heroine Thissociety was doubtless selected for characteristic illustration asbeing the most advanced in the progress of modern ideas Thus for acomplete perception of its writers fundamental purpose The Parisiansshould be read in connection with Chillingly and these two booksin connection with The Coming Race It will then be perceived thatthrough the medium of alternate fancy sentiment and observationassisted by humour and passion these three books in all other respectsso different from each other complete the presentation of the samepurpose under different aspects and thereby constitute a group offictions which claims a separate place of its own in any thoughtfulclassification of their authors worksOne last word to those who will miss from these pages the connectingand completing touches of the masters hand It may be hoped that such adisadvantage though irreparable is somewhat mitigated by the essentialcharacter of the work itself The aesthetic merit of this kind of novelis in the vivacity of a general effect produced by large swift strokesof character and in such strokes if they be by a great artist forceand freedom of style must still be apparent even when they are leftrough and unfinished Nor can any lack of final verbal correctionmuch diminish the intellectual value which many of the more thoughtfulpassages of the present work derive from a long keen and practicalstudy of political phenomena guided by personal experience of publiclife and enlightened by a large instinctive knowledge of the humanheartSuch a belief is at least encouraged by the private communicationsspontaneously made to him who expresses it by persons of politicalexperience and social position in France who have acknowledgedthe general accuracy of the authors descriptions and noticed thesuggestive sagacity and penetration of his occasional comments on thecircumstances and sentiments he describesINTRODUCTORY CHAPTERThey who chance to have read the Coming Race may perhaps remember thatI the adventurous discoverer of the land without a sun concluded thesketch of my adventures by a brief reference to the malady which thoughgiving no perceptible notice of its encroachments might in the opinionof my medical attendant prove suddenly fatalI had brought my little book to this somewhat melancholy close a fewyears before the date of its publication and in the meanwhile I wasinduced to transfer my residence to Paris in order to place myselfunder the care of an English physician renowned for his successfultreatment of complaints analogous to my ownI was the more readily persuaded to undertake this journeypartlybecause I enjoyed a familiar acquaintance with the eminent physicianreferred to who had commenced his career and founded his reputation inthe United States partly because I had become a solitary man the tiesof home broken and dear friends of mine were domiciled in Paris withwhom I should be sure of tender sympathy and cheerful companionship Ihad reason to be thankful for this change of residence the skill ofDr C______ soon restored me to health Brought much into contactwith various circles of Parisian society I became acquainted with thepersons and a witness of the events that form the substance of the taleI am about to submit to the public which has treated my former bookwith so generous an indulgence Sensitively tenacious of that characterfor strict and unalloyed veracity which I flatter myself my accountof the abodes and manners of the Vrilya has established I could havewished to preserve the following narrative no less jealously guardedthan its predecessor from the vagaries of fancy But Truth undisguisednever welcome in any civilized community above ground is exposed,0
Produced by James RuskA TERRIBLE TEMPTATIONA STORY OF TODAYBy Charles ReadeCHAPTER ITHE morningroom of a large house in Portman Square LondonA gentleman in the prime of life stood with his elbow on the broadmantelpiece and made himself agreeable to a young lady seated alittle way off playing at workTo the ear he was only conversing but his eyes dwelt on her withloving admiration all the time Her posture was favorable to thisfurtive inspection for she leaned her fair head over her work with apretty modest demure air that seemed to say I suspect I am beingadmired I will not look to see I might have to check itThe gentlemans features were ordinary except his browthat had powerin itbut he had the beauty of color his sunburned features glowedwith health and his eye was bright On the whole rather goodlookingwhen he smiled but ugly when he frowned for his frown was a scowland betrayed a remarkable power of hatingMiss Arabella Bruce was a beauty She had glorious masses of dark redhair and a dazzling white neck to set it off large dovelike eyesand a blooming oval face which would have been classical if her lipshad been thin and finely chiseled but here came in her AngloSaxonbreed and spared society a Minerva by giving her two full and rosylips They made a smallish mouth at rest but parted ever so wide whenthey smiled and ravished the beholder with long even rows of dazzlingwhite teethHer figure was tall and rather slim but not at all commanding Thereare people whose very bodies express character and this tall supplegraceful frame of Bella Bruce breathed womanly subservience so did hergestures She would take up or put down her own scissors half timidlyand look around before threading her needle as if to see whether anysoul objected Her favorite word was May I with a stress on theMay and she used it where most girls would say I will or nothingand do itMr Richard Bassett was in love with her and also conscious that herfifteen thousand pounds would be a fine addition to his present incomewhich was small though his distant expectations were great As he hadknown her but one month and she seemed rather amiable thaninflammable he had the prudence to proceed by degrees and that iswhy though his eyes gloated on her he merely regaled her with thegossip of the day not worth recording here But when he had actuallytaken his hat to go Bella Bruce put him a question that had been onher mind the whole time for which reason she had reserved it to thevery last momentIs Sir Charles Bassett in town said she mighty carelessly butbending a little lower over her embroideryDont know said Richard Bassett with such a sudden brevity andasperity that Miss Bruce looked up and opened her lovely eyes MrRichard Bassett replied to this mute inquiry We dont speak Thenafter a pause He has robbed me of my inheritanceOh Mr BassettYes Miss Bruce the Bassett and Huntercombe estates were mine byright of birth My father was the eldest son and they were entailed onhim But Sir Charless father persuaded my old doting grandfather tocut off the entail and settle the estates on him and his heirs and sothey robbed me of every acre they could Luckily my little estate ofHighmore was settled on my mother and her issue too tight for thevillains to undoThese harsh expressions applied to his own kin and the abruptness andheat they were uttered with surprised and repelled his gentlelistener She shrank a little away from him He observed it Shereplied not to his words but to her own thoughtBut after all it does seem hard She added with a little fervorBut it wasnt poor Sir Charless doing after allHe is content to reap the benefit said Richard Bassett sternlyThen finding he was making a sorry impression he tried to get awayfrom the subject I say tried for till a man can double like a hare hewill never get away from his hobby Excuse me said he I oughtnever to speak about it Let us talk of something else You cannotenter into my feelings it makes my blood boil Oh Miss Bruce youcant conceive what a disinherited man feelsand I live at the verydoor his old trees that ought to be mine fling their shadows over mylittle flower beds the sixty chimneys of Huntercombe Hall look down onmy cottage his acres of lawn run up to my little garden and nothingbut a haha between usIt _is_ hard said Miss Bruce composedly not that she entered intoa hardship of this vulgar sort but it was her nature to soothe andplease peopleHard cried Richard Bassett encouraged by even this faint sympathyit would be unendurable but for one thingI shall have my own somedayI am glad of that said the lady but howBy outliving the wrongful heirMiss Bruce turned pale She had little experience of mens passionsOh Mr Bassett said sheand there was something pure and holy inthe look of sorrow and alarm she cast on the presumptuousspeakerpray do not cherish such thoughts They will do you harm Andremember life and death are not in our hands BesidesWellSir Charles mightWellMight he notmarryand have children This with more hesitation anda deeper blush than appeared absolutely necessaryOh theres no fear of that Property illgotten never descendsCharles is a wornout rake He was fast at Etonfast at Oxfordfastin London Why he looks ten years older than I and he is three yearsyounger He had a fit two years ago Besides he is not a marrying manBassett and Huntercombe will be mine And oh Miss Bruce if ever theyare mineSir Charles Bassett trumpeted a servant at the door and thenwaited prudently to know whether his young lady whom he had caughtblushing so red with one gentleman would be at home to anotherWait a moment said Miss Bruce to him Then discreetly ignoring whatBassett had said last and lowering her voice almost to a whisper shesaid hurriedly You should not blame him for the,0
Produced by John Bickers and Dagny                            THE CELIBATES                                  BY                           HONORE DE BALZAC                             INTRODUCTION_Les Celibataires_ the longest number of the original _ComedieHumaine_ under a single title next to _Illusions perdues_ is notlike that book connected by any unity of story Indeed the generalbond of union is pretty weak and though it is quite true thatbachelors and old maids are the heroes and heroines of all three itwould be rather hard to establish any other bond of connection and itis rather unlikely that any one unprompted would fix on this as asufficient ground of partnershipTwo at least of the component parts however are of very highexcellence I do not myself think that _Pierrette_ which opens theseries is quite the equal of its companions Written as it was forCountess Anna de Hanska Balzacs stepdaughter of the future whileshe was still very young it partakes necessarily of the ratherelaborate artificiality of all attempts to suit the young person ofFrench attempts in particular and it may perhaps be said of Balzacsattempts most of all It belongs in a way to the Arcis seriestheseries which also includes the fine _Tenebreuse Affaire_ and theunfinished _Depute dArcis_but is not very closely connectedtherewith The picture of the actual _Celibataires_ the brother andsister Rogron with which it opens is one of Balzacs best stylesand is executed with all his usual mastery both of the minute and ofthe at least partially repulsive showing also that strange knowledgeof the _bourgeois de Paris_ which somehow or other he seems to haveattained by dint of unknown foregatherings in his ten years ofapprenticeship But when we come to _Pierrette_ herself the story isI think rather less satisfying Her persecutions and her end and thedevotion of the faithful Brigaut and the rest are pathetic no doubtbut tend I hope it is not heartless to say it just a very littletowards _sensiblerie_ The fact is that the thing is not quite inBalzacs line_Le Cure de Tours_ is certainly on a higher level and has attractedthe most magnificent eulogies from some of the novelists admirers Ithink both Mr Henry James and Mr Wedmore have singled out thislittle piece for detailed and elaborate praise and there is no doubtthat it is a happy example of a kind in which the author excelled Theopening with its evident but not obtruded remembrance of the old andwellfounded superstitionderived from the universal belief in someform of Nemesisthat an extraordinary sense of happiness good luckor anything of the kind is a precursor of misfortune and calls forsome instant act of sacrifice or humiliation is very striking andthe working out of the vengeance of the goddess by the veryungoddesslike though feminine hand of Mademoiselle Gamard has muchthat is commendable Nothing in its well exampled kind is bettertouched off than the Listomere coterie from the shrewdness of Monsieurde Bourbonne to the selfishness of Madame de Listomere I do not knowthat the old maid herselfcat and far worst than cat as she isis atall exaggerated and the sketch of the coveted _appartement_ and itsillfated _mobilier_ is about as good as it can be And the battlebetween Madame de Listomere and the Abbe Troubert which has served asa model for many similar things has if it has often been equalednot often been surpassedI cannot however help thinking that there is more than a littleexaggeration in more than one point of the story The Abbe Birotteauis surely a little too much of a fool the Abbe Troubert an Iago alittle too much wanting in verisimilitude and the central incident ofthe clause about the furniture too manifestly improbable Taking thefirst and the last points together is it likely that any one notquite an idiot should in the first place remain so entirely ignorantof the value of his property should in the second though ignorantor not he attached the greatest possible _pretium affectionis_ to itcontract to resign it for such a ridiculous consideration and shouldin the third take the fatal step without so much as remembering thecondition attached thereto If it be answered that Birotteau _was_idiot enough to do such a thing then it must be observed further thatones sympathy is frozen by the fact Such a man deserved suchtreatment And again even if French justice was and perhaps is asmuch influenced by secret considerations as Balzac loves to representit we must agree with that member of the Listomere society whopointed out that no tribunal could possibly uphold such an obviouslyiniquitous bargain As for Troubert the idea of the Jesuiticalecclesiastic though Balzac was not personally hostile to the Jesuitswas a common one at the time and no doubt popular but the actualpersonage seems to me nearer to Eugene Sues Rodin in some ways than Icould have desiredThese things however are very much a case of As You Like It or AsIt Strikes You and I have said that _Le Cure de Tours_ strikes somegood judges as of exceptional merit while no one can refuse it meritin a high degree I should not except for the opening place it inthe very highest class of the _Comedie_ but it is high beyond alldoubt in the secondThe third part The Two BrothersA Bachelors Establishment of _LesCelibataires_ takes very high rank among its companions As in most ofhis best books Balzac has set at work divers favorite springs ofaction and has introduced personages of whom he has elsewhere givennot exactly replicashe,50
Produced by John Bickers and DagnyPARISIANS IN THE COUNTRYTHE ILLUSTRIOUS GAUDISSARTAND THE MUSE OF THE DEPARTMENTBy Honore De BalzacINTRODUCTIONI have sometimes wondered whether it was accident or intention whichmade Balzac so frequently combine early and late work in the samevolume The question is certainly insoluble and perhaps not worthsolving but it presents itself once more in the present instance_LIllustre Gaudissart_ is a story of 1832 the very heyday of Balzacscreative period when even his pen could hardly keep up withthe abundance of his fancy and the gathered stores of his minuteobservation _La Muse du Departement_ dates ten years and more laterwhen though there was plenty of both left both sacks had been deeplydipped into_LIllustre Gaudissart_ is of course slight not merely in bulk butin conception Balzacs Tourangeau patriotism may have amused itself bythe idea of the villagers rolling the great Gaudissart but the endingof the tale can hardly be thought to be quite so good as the beginningStill that beginning is altogether excellent The sketch of the_commisvoyageur_ generally smacks of that _physiologie_ style of whichBalzac was so fond but it is good and Gaudissart himself as well asthe whole scene with his _epouse libre_ is delightful The IllustriousOne was evidently a favorite character with his creator He nowhereplays a very great part but it is everywhere a rather favorableand except in this little mishap with Margaritis which it mustbe observed does not turn entirely to his discomfiture a rathersuccessful part We have him in _Cesar Birotteau_ superintending theearly efforts of Popinot to launch the Huile Cephalique He was presentat the great ball He served as intermediary to M de Bauvan in themerciful scheme of buying at fancy prices the handiwork of the Countsfaithful spouse and so providing her with a livelihood and later asa theatrical manager a little spoilt by his profession we find himin _Le Cousin Pons_ But he is always what the French called a gooddevil and here he is a very good devil indeedAlthough _La Muse du Departement_ is an important work it cannot bespoken of in quite unhesitating terms It contains indeed in thepersonage of Lousteau one of the very most elaborate of Balzacsportraits of a particular type of men of letters The original is saidto have been Jules Janin who is somewhat disadvantageously contrastedhere and elsewhere with Claude Vignon said on the same rather vagueauthority to be Gustave Planche Both Janin and Planche are now too muchforgotten but in both more or less and in Lousteau very much moreBalzac cannot be said to have dealt mildly with his _bete noire_the critical temperament Lousteau indeed though not precisely ascoundrel is both a rascal and a cad Even Balzac seems a littleshocked at his _lettre de faire part_ in reference to his mistresschild and it is seldom possible to discern in any of his proceedingsthe most remote approximation to the conduct of a gentleman But thenas we have seen and shall see Balzacs standard for the conduct ofhis actual gentlemen was by no means fantastically exquisiteor discouragingly high and in the case of his Bohemians it wasaccommodating to the utmost degree He seems to despise Lousteau butrather for his insouciance and neglect of his opportunities of makinghimself a position than for anything elseI have often felt disposed to ask those who would assert Balzacsabsolute infallibility as a gynaecologist to give me a reasonedcriticism of the heroine of this novel I do not entirely figure tomyself Dinah de la Baudraye It is perfectly possible that she shouldhave loved a sweep like Lousteau there is certainly nothing extremelyunusual in a woman loving worse sweeps even than he But would she havedone it and having done it have also done what she did afterwardsThese questions may be answered differently I do not answer them in thenegative myself but I cannot give them an affirmative answer with theconviction which I should like to showAmong the minor characters the _substitut_ de Clagny has a touch ofnobility which contrasts happily enough with Lousteaus unworthinessBianchon is as good as usual Balzac always gives Bianchon a favorablepart Madame Piedefer is one of the numerous instances in which theunfortunate class of mothersinlaw atones for what are supposed tobe its crimes against the human race and old La Baudraye not sohopelessly repulsive in a French as he would be in an English novel isa shrewd old rascal enoughBut I cannot think the scene of the Parisians _blaguing_ the Sancerroisis a very happy one That it is in exceedingly bad taste might notmatter so very much Balzac would reply and justly that he had notintended to represent it as anything else That the fun is not veryfunny may be a matter of definition and appreciation But what scarcelyadmits of denial or discussion is that it is tyrannously too long Thecitations of _Olympia_ are pushed beyond measure beyond what is comicalmost beyond the license of farce and the comments which remind onerather of the heavy jesting on critics in _Un Prince de la Boheme_ andthe shortlived _Revue Parisienne_ are labored to the last degree Thepart of Nathan too is difficult to appreciate exactly and altogetherthe book does not seem to me a _reussite_The history of _LIllustre Gaudissart_ is for a story of Balzacsalmost null It was inserted without any previous newspaper appearancein the first edition of _Scenes de la Vie de Province_ in 1833 andentered with the rest of them into the first edition also of the_Comedie_ when the joint title which it has kept since and shared with_La Muse du Departement_ of _Les Parisiens en Province_ was given toit_La Muse du Departement_ has a rather more complicated record than itscompanion piece in _Les Parisiens en Province_ _LIllustre Gaudissart_It appeared at first not quite complete and under the title of _DinahPiedefer_ in _Le Messager_ during March and April 1843 and was almostimmediately published as a book with works of other writers under thegeneral title of _Les Mysteres de Province_ and accompanied by someother work of its own authors It had four parts and fiftytwo chaptersin _Le Messager_ an arrangement,13
Produced by William Thierenspiii TRAVELS IN ARABIACOMPREHENDINGAN ACCOUNT OF THOSE TERRITORIES IN HEDJAZ WHICH THE MOHAMMEDANSREGARDAS SACREDBY THE LATEJOHN LEWIS BURCKHARDTPUBLISHED BY AUTHORITY OF THE ASSOCIATION FOR PROMOTINGTHE DISCOVERY OF THE INTERIOR OF AFRICALONDON  HENRY COLBURN NEW BURLINGTON STREET 1829pv PREFACE OF THE EDITORSOME years have now elapsed since two distinct portions of Burckhardtsworks his Travels in Nubia and Syria were offered to the public andmost favourably received their success being insured not only byinstrinsic merit but by the celebrity of their editor as a scholar andantiquary a traveller and a geographer It must not however beinferred from any delay in publishing the present volume that itscontents are less worthy of notice than those parts which have alreadyproved so interesting and instructive to a multitude of readers It wasalways intended that this Journal and other writings of the samelamented author should issue successively from the press There stillremain says Colonel Leake in his Preface to the Syrian Journal pii manuscripts sufficient to fill two volumes one of these willconsist of his Travels in Arabia which were confined to the Hedjaz orHoly Land of the Muselmans the part least accessible to Christians thefourth volume will contain very copious remarks on the Arabs of theDesert and particularly the Wahabyspvi Respecting the portion now before the reader Colonel Leake inanother place expresses a highly flattering opinion Burckhardt sayshe transmitted to the Association the most accurate and completeaccount of the Hedjaz including the cities of Mekka and Medina whichhas ever been received in Europe His knowledge of the Arabic languageand of Mohammedan manners had enabled him to assume the Muselmancharacter with such success that he resided at Mekka during the wholetime of the pilgrimage and passed through the various ceremonies of theoccasion without the smallest suspicion having arisen as to his realcharacter See the Life of Burckhardt prefixed to his Travels inNubia p lvii 4to edition 1819Recommended so strongly the work of a less eminent traveller would beentitled to our notice this presents itself with another claim for themanuscript Journal was partly corrected and prepared for publication bythe learned editor of Burckhardts former writings But some importantliterary occupations prevented Colonel Leake from superintending theprogress of this volume through the press His plan however has beenalmost invariably adopted by the actual editor particularly inexpressing with scrupulous fidelity the authors sentiments on alloccasions and in retaining without any regard to mere elegance ofstyle or selection of terms his original language wherever analteration was not absolutely necessary to reconcile with our system ofphraseology and grammatical construction certain foreign idioms whichhad crept into his English writings It was thought expedient fromcircumstances of typographical convenience tending to facilitate andexpedite the publication of this volume that the Arabic characterswhich in the original manuscript follow immediately certain words orappear between the lines or in the margin should here be placedtogether at the end as an Index with references to the pages whereinthey occurpvii The map prefixed to this volume might almost appear superfluoussince the positions of Djidda Mekka Medina Tayf and Yembo the chiefplaces of Hedjaz visited by Burckhardt are indicated with accuracy inthe excellent maps that illustrate his Nubian and Syrian Travels But asthe reader of this volume cannot reasonably be supposed to haveconstantly at hand for immediate reference the two former portions ofour authors works a map is here given in the construction anddelineation of which Mr Sydney Hall has attended to every suggestionoffered by the editor at whose recommendation the names of places arespelt after Burckhardts manner however different from that more usualamong us Thus in the map as in the letterpress of this volume Mekkamight have been spelt Mecca and Hejaz Jidda Nejed would as wellexpress the proper sounds of those words as Hedjaz Djidda Nedjed andat the same time approximate more closely to the original Arabicorthography by which our English j as in Jar James c isrepresented without the assistance of a d although the prefixing ofthis letter to the j might prevent a Frenchman from pronouncing it as injour jamais cBy the editors advice also several places situate beyond the Easternlimits of Hedjaz are included in this map since Burckhardt although hedid not visit them himself has given some original itineraries inwhich they are mentionedThat those places do not belong to the region properly denominatedHedjaz is evident but how far this region extends eastward cannoteasily be determined and the same difficulty respecting it occurs invarious directions The editor that he might ascertain by whatboundaries we are justified in supposing Hedjaz to be separated fromother provinces of Arabia consulted a multiplicity of authors bothEuropean and Oriental The result however of his inquiry has notproved satisfactory for to each of the neighbouring countriespviii certain writers have assigned towns stations and districtswhich by others of equal authority are placed in HedjazSuch confusion may partly have arisen from the different statements ofthe number extent and names of divisions comprised within the samespace this being occupied according to European writers by threegreat regions the Stony the Desert and the Happy Arabia whileOriental geographers partition it into two five six seven or moreprovinces under denominations by no means corresponding insignification to the epithets above mentioned which we have borrowedfrom the Greeks and RomansThat it would be a most difficult or scarcely possible task to fixprecisely the limits of each Arabian province is acknowledged by thatexcellent geographer DAnville but he seems disposed to confound theregion comprising Mekka Djidda and Yembo places which as we knoware unequivocally in Hedjaz with Arabia Felix DAnville GéographieAncienne DHerbelôt in one place declares Hedjaz to be ArabiaPetraea See the Bibliothèque Orientale in Hegiaz ou HigiazNomdune province de lArabie que nous appelons Pierreuse cRichardson also in his Arabic and Persian Dictionary explains Hijaz byMecca and the adjacent country Arabia Petraea and DemetriasAlexandrides who translated some portions of Abulfedas Geography intoGreek printed at Vienna 1807 8vo always renders Hedjaz by Greektext and in another he identifies it with Arabia Deserta LesProvinces de Tahama et dIemamah sont comme au coeur du pays celle deHegiaz est devenue la plus célebre,0
Produced by Robert Fite Tom Allen David Moynihan Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTranscribers Note Lengthy footnotes or those consisting of morethan one paragraph have been numbered and relocated to the end of thechapter in which they occur They are marked by 1 2 etcCOUNT FRONTENACANDNEW FRANCEUNDER LOUIS XIVBYFRANCIS PARKMANAUTHOR OF PIONEERS OF FRANCE IN THE NEW WORLD THE JESUITS IN NORTHAMERICA THE DISCOVERY OF THE GREAT WEST AND THE OLD REGIME INCANADAPREFACEThe events recounted in this book group themselves in the main about asingle figure that of Count Frontenac the most remarkable man whoever represented the crown of France in the New World From strangelyunpromising beginnings he grew with every emergency and rose equalto every crisis His whole career was one of conflict sometimes pettyand personal sometimes of momentous consequence involving thequestion of national ascendancy on this continent Now that thisquestion is put at rest for ever it is hard to conceive the anxietywhich it wakened in our forefathers But for one rooted error ofFrench policy the future of the Englishspeaking races in Americawould have been more than endangeredUnder the rule of Frontenac occurred the first serious collision ofthe rival powers and the opening of the grand scheme of militaryoccupation by which France strove to envelop and hold in check theindustrial populations of the English colonies It was he who madethat scheme possibleIn The Old Regime in Canada I tried to show from what inherentcauses this wilderness empire of the Great Monarch fell at last beforea foe superior indeed in numbers but lacking all the forces thatbelong to a system of civil and military centralization The presentvolume will show how valiantly and for a time how successfully NewFrance battled against a fate which her own organic fault madeinevitable Her history is a great and significant drama enactedamong untamed forests with a distant gleam of courtly splendors andthe regal pomp of VersaillesThe authorities on which the book rests are drawn chiefly from themanuscript collections of the French government in the ArchivesNationales the Bibliotheque Nationale and above all the vastrepositories of the Archives of the Marine and Colonies Others arefrom Canadian and American sources I have besides availed myself ofthe collection of French English and Dutch documents published bythe State of New York under the excellent editorship of DrOCallaghan and of the manuscript collections made in France by thegovernments of Canada and of Massachusetts A considerable number ofbooks contemporary or nearly so with the events described also helpto throw light upon them and these have all been examined Thecitations in the margins represent but a small part of the authoritiesconsultedThis mass of material has been studied with extreme care and peculiarpains have been taken to secure accuracy of statement In the prefaceof The Old Regime I wrote Some of the results here reached are ofa character which I regret since they cannot be agreeable to personsfor whom I have a very cordial regard The conclusions drawn from thefacts may be matter of opinion but it will be remembered that thefacts themselves can be overthrown only by overthrowing the evidenceon which they rest or bringing forward counterevidence of equal orgreater strength and neither task will be found an easy oneThe invitation implied in these words has not been accepted The OldRegime was met by vehement protest in some quarters but so far as Iknow none of the statements of fact contained in it have beenattacked by evidence or even challenged The lines just quoted areequally applicable to this volume Should there be occasion acollection of documentary proofs will be published more thansufficient to make good the positions taken Meanwhile it will Ithink be clear to an impartial reader that the story is told not inthe interest of any race or nationality but simply in that ofhistorical truthWhen at the age of eighteen I formed the purpose of writing onFrenchAmerican history I meant at first to limit myself to the greatcontest which brought that history to a close It was by anafterthought that the plan was extended to cover the whole field sothat the part of the work or series of works first conceived wouldfollowing the sequence of events be the last executed As soon as theoriginal scheme was formed I began to prepare for executing it byexamining localities journeying in forests visiting Indian tribesand collecting materials I have continued to collect them ever sinceso that the accumulation is now rather formidable and if it is to beused at all it had better be used at once Therefore passing overfor the present an intervening period of less decisive importance Ipropose to take as the next subject of this series Montcalm and theFall of New France   BOSTON 1 Jan 1877CONTENTSCHAPTER I16201672COUNT AND COUNTESS FRONTENACMademoiselle de Montpensier and Madame de FrontenacOrleansTheMaréchale de CampCount FrontenacConjugal DisputesEarly Lifeof FrontenacHis Courtship and MarriageEstrangementScenes atSt FargeauThe Lady of Honor dismissedFrontenac as a SoldierHe is made Governor of New FranceLes DivinesCHAPTER II16721675FRONTENAC AT QUEBECArrivalBright ProspectsThe Three Estates of New FranceSpeechof the GovernorHis InnovationsRoyal DispleasureSigns ofStormFrontenac and the PriestsHis Attempts to civilize theIndiansOppositionComplaints and HeartburningsCHAPTER III16731675FRONTENAC AND PERROTLa SalleFort FrontenacPerrotHis SpeculationsHisTyrannyThe BushrangersPerrot revoltsBecomes alarmedDilemma of FrontenacMediation of FénelonPerrot inPrisonExcitement of the SulpitiansIndignation of FénelonPassion of FrontenacPerrot on TrialStrange ScenesAppeal tothe KingAnswers of Louis XIV And ColbertFénelon rebukedCHAPTER IV16751682FRONTENAC AND DUCHESNEAUFrontenac receives a ColleagueHe opposes the ClergyDisputes inthe CouncilRoyal InterventionFrontenac rebukedFreshOutbreaksCharges and CounterchargesThe Dispute grows hotDuchesneau condemned and Frontenac warnedThe QuarrelcontinuesThe King loses Patience More AccusationsFactions andFeudsA Side QuarrelThe King threatensFrontenac denounces thePriestsThe Governor and the Intendant recalledQualities ofFrontenacCHAPTER V16821684LE FEBVRE DE LA BARREHis Arrival at QuebecThe Great FireA Coming StormIroquoisPolicyThe Danger imminentIndian Allies of FranceFrontenac andthe IroquoisBoasts of La BarreHis Past LifeHisSpeculationsHe takes AlarmHis Dealings with the IroquoisHisIllegal TradeHis Colleague denounces himFruits of hisSchemesHis Anger and his FearsCHAPTER VI1684LA BARRE AND THE IROQUOISDonganNew York and its Indian NeighborsThe Rival GovernorsDongan and the IroquoisMission to OnondagaAn IroquoisPoliticianWarnings of LambervilleIroquois BoldnessLa Barretakes the FieldHis MotivesThe MarchPestilenceCouncil at LaFamineThe Iroquois defiantHumiliation of La BarreThe IndianAlliesTheir Rage and DisappointmentRecall of La BarreCHAPTER VII16851687DENONVILLE AND DONGANTroubles of the New GovernorHis CharacterEnglish RivalryIntrigues of,9
Produced by Charles Aldarondo Keren Vergon Thomas Berger and theOnline Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE DRAMATIC WORKSOFGERHART HAUPTMANNAuthorized EditionEdited By LUDWIG LEWISOHNAssistant Professor in The Ohio State UniversityVOLUME TWO SOCIAL DRAMAS1913CONTENTSINTRODUCTION_By the Editor_DRAYMAN HENSCHEL Fuhrmann Henschel_Translated by the Editor_ROSE BERND Rose Bernd_Translated by the Editor_THE RATS Die Ratten_Translated by the Editor_INTRODUCTIONThe first volume of the present edition of Hauptmanns Dramatic Works isidentical in content with the corresponding volume of the German editionIn the second volume _The Rats_ has been substituted for two early prosetales which lie outside of the scope of our undertaking Hence these twovolumes include that entire group of dramas which Hauptmann himselfspecifically calls social This term must not of course be pressed toorigidly Only in _Before Dawn_ and in _The Weavers_ can the dramaticsituation be said to arise wholly from social conditions rather than fromthe fate of the individual It is true however that in the seven playsthus far presented all characters are viewed primarily as in a largemeasure the results of their social environment This environment is inall cases proportionately stressed To exhibit it fully Hauptmann usesbeyond any other dramatist passages which though always dramatic inform are narrative and above all descriptive in intention The silentburden of these plays the ceaseless implication of their fables is theinjustice and inhumanity of the social orderHauptmann however has very little of the narrow and acrid temper of thespecial pleader He is content to show humanity It is quite conceivablethat the future forgetful of the special social problems and thehumanitarian cult of today may view these plays as simply bodying forththe passions and events that are timeless and constant in the inevitablemarch of human life The tragedies of _Drayman Henschel_ and of _RoseBernd_ at all events stand in no need of the label of any decade Theymove us by their breadth and energy and fundamental tendernessNo plays of Hauptmann produce more surely the impression of having beendipped from the fullness of life One does not feel that these men andwomenHanne Schäl and Siebenhaar old Bernd and the Flammsare calledinto a brief existence as foils or props of the protagonists They ledtheir lives before the plays began they continue to live in theimagination long after Henschel and Rose have succumbed How doesChristopher Flamm that excellent fellow and most breathing picture ofthe average man adjust his affairs He is fine enough to be permanentlystirred by the tragedy he has earned yet coarse enough to fall back intoa merely sensuous life of meaningless pleasures But at his side sitsthat exquisite monitorhis wife The stream of their lives must flow onAnd one asks how and whither To apply such almost inevitable questionsto Hauptmanns characters is to be struck at once by the exactness andlargeness of his vision of men Few other dramatists impress one with anequal sense of lifes fullness and continuityThe flowing flowing flowing of the worldThe last play in this volume _The Rats_ appeared in 1911 thirteenyears after _Drayman Henschel_ nine years after _Rose Bernd_ A firstreading of the book is apt to provoke disappointment and confusion Upona closer view however the play is seen to be both powerful in itselfand important as a document in criticism and _Kulturgeschichte_ Itstands alone among Hauptmanns works in its inclusion of two separateactions or plotsthe tragedy of Mrs John and the comedy of theHassenreuter group Nor can the actions be said to be firmly interwoventhey appear at first sight merely juxtaposed Hauptmann wouldundoubtedly assert that in modern society the various social classeslive in just such juxtaposition and have contacts of just the kind herechronicled His real purpose in combining the two fables is moresignificant Following the great example though not the precise methodof Molière who produced _La Critique de lÉcole des Femmes_ on theboards of his theater five months after the hostile reception of _LÉcoledes Femmes_ Hauptmann gives us a naturalistic tragedy and at the sametime its criticism and defense His tenacity to the ideals of his youthis impressively illustrated here In his own work he has created a newidealism But let it not be thought that his understanding of tragedy andhis sense of human values have changed The charwoman may in very truthbe a Muse of tragedy all grief is of an equal sacredness and even theincomparable Hassenreuterwindbag chauvinist and consistent_Goetheaner_is forced by the essential soundness of his heart to blurtout an admission of the basic principle of naturalistic dramaturgyThe group of characters in _The Rats_ is unusually large and varied Thephantastic note is somewhat strained perhaps in Quaquaro and Mrs KnobbeBut the convincingness and earthrooted humanity of the others is oncemore beyond cavil or dispute The Hassenreuter family Alice Rütterbuschthe Spittas Paul John and Bruno Mechelke Mrs Kielbacke and even thepoliceman Schierkeall are superbly alive vigorous and racy in speechand actionThe language of the plays in this volume is again almost whollydialectic The linguistic difficulties are especially great in _The Rats_where the members of the Berlin populace speak an extraordinarilydegraded jargon In the translation I have sought so far as possible todifferentiate the savour and quaintness of the Silesian dialect from thecoarseness of that of Berlin But all such attempts must from their verynature achieve only a partial success The succeeding volumes of thisedition presenting the plays written in normal literary German willoffer a fairer if not more fascinating field of interpretationLUDWIG LEWISOHNDRAYMAN HENSCHEL_LIST OF PERSONS_DRAYMAN HENSCHELMRS HENSCHELHANNE SCHÄL _later MRS HENSCHEL_BERTHAHORSE DEALER WALTHERSIEBENHAARKARLCHENWERMELSKIRCHMRS WERMELSKIRCHFRANZISKA WERMELSKIRCHHAUFFEFRANZGEORGEFABIGHILDEBRANTVETERINARIAN GRUNERTFIREMANTime Toward the end of the eighteen sixtiesScene The Gray Swan hotel in a Silesian watering placeTHE FIRST ACT    _A room furnished peasant fashion in the basement of the Grey    Swan hotel Through two windows set high in the left wall the    gloomy light of a late winter afternoon sickers in Under the windows    there stands a bed of soft wood varnished yellow in which MRS    HENSCHEL is lying ill She is about thirtysix years of age Near the    bed her little sixmonthsold daughter lies in her cradle A second,6
Produced by Mike Pullen and Delphine LettauThis Etext is in GermanWe are releasing two versions of this Etext one in 7bit formatknown as Plain Vanilla ASCII which can be sent via plain emailand one in 8bit format which includes higher order characterswhich requires a binary transfer or sent as email attachment andmay require more specialized programs to display the accentsThis is the 8bit versionThis book content was graciously contributed by the Gutenberg ProjektDEThat project is reachable at the web site httpgutenbergspiegeldeDieses Buch wurde uns freundlicherweise vom Gutenberg ProjektDEzur Verfügung gestellt Das Projekt ist unter der InternetAdressehttpgutenbergspiegelde erreichbarVON KINDERN UND KATZEN UND WIE SIE DIE NINE BEGRUBENvon THEODOR STORMMit Katzen ist es in frÜherer Zeit in unserem Hause sehr begänge gewesenNoch vor meiner Hochzeit wurde mir von einem alten Hofbesitzer einkleines kaninchengraues Kätzchen ins Haus gebracht er nahm es sorgsam ausseinem zusammengeknüpften Schnupftuch setzte es vor mir auf den Tisch undsagte Da bring ich was zur AussteuerDiese Katze welche einen weißen Kragen und vier weiße Pfötchen hattehieß die Manschettenmieße Während ihrer Kindheit hatte ich sie oftwenn ich arbeitete vorn in meinem Schlafrock sitzen so daß nur derkleine hübsche Kopf hervorguckte Höchst aufmerksam folgten ihre Augenmeiner schreibenden Feder die bei dem melodischen Spinnerlied desKätzchens gar munter hin und wider glitt Oftmals als wolle sie meinengar zu großen Eifer zügeln streckte sie wohl auch das Pfötchen aus undhielt die Feder an was mich dann stets bedenklich machte und wodurchmancher Gedankenstrich in meine nachher gedruckten Schriften gekommen istDie Manschettenmieße selber ist wie ich fürchte durch diesen Verkehretwas gar zu gebildet geworden denn da sie endlich groß und dann auchMutter manches allerliebsten kaninchengrauen Kätzchens geworden warverlangte sie gleich den feinen Damen allezeit eine Amme für ihre Kinderund da die Nachbarskatzen sich nur selten zu diesem Dienst verstehenwollten so sind fast alle ihre kleinen Ebenbilder elendiglich zugrundegegangen Nur einen kleinen weißen Kater zog sie wirklich groß welcherwegen seines grimmigen Aussehens der weiße Bär genannt wurde und nachheraber eine Katze warSpäter da schon zwei kleine Buben lustig durch Haus und Garten tobtenwaren zwei Katzen in der Wirtschaft nämlich außer den vorbenannten nochein Sohn des weißen Bären genannt der schwarze Kater ein großerungebärdiger Geselle vielleicht ein Held aber jedenfalls ein Scheusalvon dem nicht viel zu sagen als daß er besonders in der schönenFrühlingszeit unter schauderhaftem Geheul gegen alle Nachbarskater zuFelde lag daß er stets mit einem blutigen Auge und zerfetztem Fellumherlief und außerdem noch seine kleinen Herren biß und kratzteVon der Großmutter der Manschettenmieße die nachmals ganz berühmtgeworden ist wäre noch vielerlei zu berichten da sie aber in derGeschichte die ich hier am Schluß erzählen will nur ein einzigmal Miauzu sagen hat so solls für eine schicklichere Gelegenheit verspart seinEs geschah aber daß unser mit drei Katzen also stattlich begründetesHeimwesen durch den hereingebrochenen Dänenkrieg gar jämmerlich zugrundeging meine beiden Knaben und noch ein kleiner dritter der hinzugekommenwar mußten mit mir und ihrer Mutter in die Fremde wandern und sogastlich man uns draußen aufnahm es war doch in den ersten Jahren einetrübe katzenlose ZeitZwar hatten wir ein Kindermädchen welches Anna hieß ihr gutes rundesGesicht sah allzeit aus als wäre sie eben vom Torfabladen hergekommenweshalb die Kinder sie die schwarze Anna nannten aber eine Katze inunser gemietetes Haus zu nehmen konnten wir noch immer nicht den Mutgewinnen Dadrei Jahre waren so vergangenkam von selber einezugelaufen ein weiß und schwarz geflecktes Tierchen schon wohlerzogenund von anschmiegsamer GemütsartWas ist von diesem Käterchen zu sagenZum mindesten der PyramidenrittDa nämlich den beiden größeren Buben das gewöhnliche Zubettegehen doch garzu simpel war so hatten sies erfunden auf der schwarzen Anna zu Bett zureiten derart daß sie dabei auf ihrer Schulter saßen und die kleinenKinderbeinchen vorn herunterbaumelten Jetzt aber wurde das um vielesstattlicher denn eines Abends da sich die Tür der Schlafkammer öffnetekam in das Wohnzimmer zum Gutenachtsagen eine vollständige Pyramidehereingeritten über dem großen Kopf der schwarzen Anna der kleinere deslachenden Jungen über diesem dann der noch viel kleinere Kopf desKäterchens das sich ruhig bei den Vorderpfötchen halten und dabei ein garbehaglich und vernehmbares Spinnen ausgehen ließDreimal ritt diesePyramide die Runde in der Stube und dann zu BettEs war sehr hübsch aber es wurde der Tod des kleinen Katers Die gutenStunden die er nach solchem Ritt zur Belohnung im Federbett bei seinemjungen Freunde zubringen durfte hatten ihn so verwöhnt daß er einesscharfen Wintermorgens da er am Abend ausgeschlossen worden tot undsteifgefroren im Waschhause aufgefunden wurdeUnd wieder kam eine stille katzenlose ZeitAber wo fände sich nicht eine Aushilfe Ich konnte ja vortrefflich Katzenzeichnenund ich zeichnete Freilich nur mit Feder und Tinte aber siewurden ausgeschnitten und aus dem Tuschkasten sauber angemalt Katzen vonallen Farben und Arten sitzende und springende auf vieren und auf zweiengehend Katzen mit einer Maus im Maule und einem Milchtopf in der PfoteKatzen mit Kätzchen auf dem Arme und einem bunten Vöglein in der Tatzeden Preis über alle aber gewann ein würdig blickender grauer Kater mitrauhem bärtigem Antlitz Ihm wurde in einer Kammer wo die Kinderspielten aus Bauholz ein eigenes Haus mit Wohn und Staatsgemächernaufgebaut Viel Zeit und Mühe war darauf verwandt worden deshalb erhieltes aber auch das Vorrecht vor dem zerstörenden Eulbesen der Köchin durchstrenges Verbot geschützt zu werden Es hieß das Hotel zur schwarzenAnna und der alte Herr welchen Namen der Graue sich gar bald erworbenhatte hat lange darin gewohnt Selten nur verließ er seine angenehmenRäume desto lieber da es ihm an Dienerschaft nicht fehlte versammelteer bei sich die Gesellschaft seiner Freunde und Freundinnen Dann ging eshoch her wir haben oft durchs Fenster geguckt Fetter Rahm inTassenschälchen Bratwürstchen und gebratene Lerchen wurden immeraufgetragen den Ehrenplatz zur Rechten des Gastgebers aber hatte allzeitein allerliebstes weißes Kätzchen mit einem roten Bändchen um den Hals obes eine Verwandte oder gar die Tochter desselben gewesen haben wir nichterfahren könnenAußer solchen Festen lebte übrigens der alte Herr still für sich weg nurmanchmal liebte er es aus seinem Hause auf die Spiele der Kinder in derKammer hinabzublicken wozu er die bequemste Gelegenheit hatte da dasHotel Zur schwarzen Anna auf einer Fensterbank erbaut war Dann stießwohl eins der Kinder das andre an und flüsterte Seht seht Der alteHerr steht wieder,0
This eBook was produced by Jeroen HellingmanMORGAS PHILIPPINE ISLANDSVOLUME IOf this work five hundred copies are issued separately from ThePhilippine Islands 14931898 in fiftyfive volumesHISTORY OF THE PHILIPPINE ISLANDSFrom their discovery by Magellan in 1521 to the beginning of the XVIICentury with descriptions of Japan China and adjacent countries byDr ANTONIO DE MORGAAlcalde of Criminal Causes in the Royal Audiencia of Nueva Españaand Counsel for the Holy Office of the InquisitionCompletely translated into English edited and annotated byE H BLAIR and J A ROBERTSON With FacsimilesSeparate publication from The Philippine Islands 14931898 inwhich series this appears as volumes 15 and 16VOLUME ICleveland Ohio The Arthur H Clark Company 1907COPYRIGHT 1907THE ARTUR H CLARK COMPANYALL RIGHTS RESERVEDCONTENTS OF VOLUME I xv of seriesPrefaceSucesos de las Islas Filipinas Dr Antonio de Morga Mexico 1609Bibliographical DataAppendix A Expedition of Thomas CandishAppendix B Early years of the Dutch in the East IndiesILLUSTRATIONSView of city of Manila photographic facsimile of engraving inMallets Description de lunivers Paris 1683 ii p 127 fromcopy in Library of CongressTitlepage of Sucesos de las Islas Filipinas by Dr Antonio de MorgaMexico 1609 photographic facsimile from copy in Lenox LibraryMap showing first landingplace of Legazpi in the Philippinesphotographic facsimile of original MS map in the pilots logbookof the voyage in Archivo general de Indias SevillaView of Dutch vessels stationed in bay of Albay from T de BrysPeregrinationes 1st ed Amsterdame 1602 tome xvi no iv Voyagefaict entovr de lunivers par Sr Olivier dv Nortp 36 photographicfacsimile from copy in Boston Public LibraryBattle with Oliver van Noordt near Manila December 14 1600 utsupra p 44Sinking of the Spanish flagship in battle with van Noordt ut suprap 45Capture of van Noordts admirals ship ut supra p 46PREFACEIn this volume is presented the first installment of Dr Antoniode Morgas Sucesos de las Islas Filipinas Events here describedcover the years 14931603 and the history proper of the islands from1565 Morgas work is important as being written by a royal officialand a keen observer and participator in affairs Consequently hetouches more on the practical everyday affairs of the islands and inhis narrative shows forth the policies of the government its idealsand its strengths and weaknesses His book is written in the truehistoric spirit and the various threads of the history of the islandsare followed systematically As being one of the first of publishedbooks regarding the Philippines it has especial value Politicalsocial and economic phases of life both among the natives and theirconquerors are treated The futility of the Spanish policy in makingexternal expeditions and its consequent neglect of internal affairsthe great Chinese question the growth of trade communication withJapan missionary movements from the islands to surrounding countriesthe jealous and envious opposition of the Portuguese the dangers ofseavoyages all these are portrayed vividly yet soberly Morgasposition in the state allowed him access to many documents and heseems to have been on general good terms with all classes so that hereadily gained a knowledge of facts The character of Morgas workand his comprehensive treatment of the history institutions andproducts of the Philippines render possible and desirable the copiousannotations of this and the succeeding volume These annotations arecontributed in part by those of Lord Stanleys translation of Morgaand those of Rizals reprint while the Recopilación de leyes deIndias furnishes a considerable number of lawsThe book is preceded by the usual licenses and authorizations followedby the authors dedication and introduction In the latter he declareshis purpose in writing his book to be that the deeds achieved by ourSpaniards in the discovery conquest and conversion of the FilipinasIslandsas well as various fortunes that they have had from time totime in the great kingdoms and among the pagan peoples surrounding theislands may be known The first seven chapters of the book treat ofdiscoveries conquests and other events  until the death of DonPedro de Acuña The eighth chapter treats of the natives governmentconversion and other detailsIn rapid survey the author passes the line of demarcation of AlexanderVI and the voyages of Magalhães and Elcano Loaisa Villalobosand others down to the expedition of Legazpi The salient pointsof this expedition are briefly outlined his peaceful receptionby Tupas and the natives but their later hostility because theSpaniards seized their provisions their defeat the Spaniardsfirst settlement in Sebu and the despatching of the adviceboat toNueva España to discover the return passage and inform the viceroy ofthe success of the expedition From Sebu the conquest and settlementis extended to other islands and the Spanish capital is finally movedto Manila Events come rapidly The conquest proceeds by force ofarms or by the efforts of the religious who have sown the good seedsof the gospel Land is allotted to the conquerors and towns aregradually founded and the amount of the natives tribute is fixedAt Legazpis death Guido de Lavezaris assumes his responsibilitiesby virtue of a royal despatch among Legazpis papers and continuesthe latters plans The pirate Limahon is defeated after having slainMartin de Goiti Trade with China is established and as a consequencehas been growing ever since The two towns of Betis and Lubaoallotted by Lavezaris to himself are taken from him later by orderof his successor Dr Francisco de Sande but are restored to him byexpress order of the king together with the office of masterofcampSucceeding Lavezaris in 1575 Dr Francisco de Sande continues thepacification of the islands  especially that of the provinceof Camarines The town of Nueva Cáceres is founded and Sandespartially effective campaign to Borneo and its offshootthat ofEstevan Rodriguez de Figueroa to Mindanaoundertaken The SanJuanillo is despatched to Nueva España but it was lost at seaand never heard of again Sande is relieved of his governorshipby Gonzalo Ronquillo de Pefialosa and after his residencia returnsto Nueva España as auditor of MexicoChapter III details the events of Gonzalo Ronquillo dePefialosas administration and the interim of government of DiegoRonquillo Events with the greater stability constantly given theislands follow more quickly Gonzalo de Peñalosa by an agreement withthe king is to take six hundred colonistsmarried and singletothe islands in return for which he is to be governor,4
Produced by Mike Pullen and Delphine LettauThis Etext is in GermanWe are releasing two versions of this Etext one in 7bit formatknown as Plain Vanilla ASCII which can be sent via plain emailand one in 8bit format which includes higher order characterswhich requires a binary transfer or sent as email attachment andmay require more specialized programs to display the accentsThis is the 8bit versionThis book content was graciously contributed by the Gutenberg ProjektDEThat project is reachable at the web site httpgutenbergspiegeldeDieses Buch wurde uns freundlicherweise vom Gutenberg ProjektDEzur Verfügung gestellt Das Projekt ist unter der InternetAdressehttpgutenbergspiegelde erreichbarEIN TREUER DIENER SEINES HERRNvonFRANZ GRILLPARZERTrauerspiel in fünf AufzügenPersonenKönig Andreas von UngarnGertrude seine GemahlinBela beider KindHerzog Otto von Meran der Königin BruderBancbanusErny seine FrauGraf Simon Bruder des BancbanusGraf Peter Ernys BruderDer Hauptmann des königlichen SchlossesZwei Edelleute von Herzog Ottos GefolgeMehrere HauptleuteEin königlicher KämmererEin ArztEine Kammerfrau der KöniginErnys KammerfrauZwei Diener des BancbanusZwei Diener der KöniginEin SoldatErster AufzugSaal in Bancbanus Hause Hohe Bogenfenster altertümlichesunscheinbares Geräte schicklich verteilt Lichter auf dem TischeVor TagesanbruchBancbanus im Vorgrunde am Tische stehend Zwei Diener sind beschäftigtihn anzukleiden Der eine hält den Kalpak der andere kniet die SpornebefestigendVon der Straße herauf tönt unter Geschrei Gelächter und HändeklatschenBancbanus Ho BancbanusBancbanusDer Sporn da drücktErster DienerAch HerrBancbanusBei toll und unklugDu ziehst ja fester an Laß nach laß nachErster DienerMan weiß kaum was man tutBancbanusSo schlimmer dennErster DienerDer LärmBancbanusWas nurErster DienerDort unten auf der StraßeBancbanusWas kümmert dich die Straße Sieh du hierEin jeder treibe was ihm selber obliegtDie andern mögen nur ein Gleiches tunGesang zur Zitherbegleitung auf der StraßeAlter MannDer jungen FrauIst er klugNimmts nicht genauViele Stimmen unter Lärm und GelächterBancbanus Ho BancbanusErster Diener die Faust vor die Stirn gedrücktDaß Gift und PestBancbanus der mittlerweile den Gürtel umgebunden hatDen Säbel nunErster DienerAch HerrIhr wolltetBancbanusWasErster Diener den Säbel halb ausgezogenDen Säbel aus der ScheideDas Tor geöffnet wir da hinter EuchHineingesprengt ins höhnende GelichterUndhuiwo waren sieBancbanusBist du so kriegrischIch will dir einen Platz im Heere suchenHier wohnt der Frieden ich bin nur sein MietsmannSein Lehensmann sein GastVerhüte Gott daß er mich lärmend findeUnd Miet und Wohnung mir auf Unzeit kündeDie Narrenteidung laß und gib den SäbelEr gürtet ihn umDer Ungar trägt im Frieden auch den StahlZückt er ihn gleich nicht ohne herbe WahlWie denn der Ehemann den Reifen den er trägtAuch in der Fremde nicht vom Finger legtDer Säbel an der Hüfte soll nur kundenDaß Ungar und Gefahr wie Mann und Frau verbundenNu nu laß nur und gehErster DienerAch Herr mein HerrSie werfen Sand und Steine nach dem FensterBancbanusSo mach es auf die Scheiben kosten GeldSind sie geöffnet schaden keine WürfeDen Kalpak reiche du ich muß aufs SchloßDer König will mit Tagesanbruch fortWas ist die GlockeZweiter DienerVier UhrBancbanusHohe ZeitSieh du nach meiner FrauErster Diener am FensterDort stehen sieBancbanusLaß stehn laß stehnErster DienerDer Prinz inmitten drinBancbanusWas PrinzErster DienerIch habs gesehnBancbanus mit halb gezücktem SäbelGesehen SchuftHätt ichs gesehn mit diesen meinen AugenWeit eher glaubt ich daß ich wachend träumeAls Übles von dem Schwager meines HerrnGeh fortMuß ich hier toben wie ein FantScheltwort ausstoßenundbei toll und unklugEin Rat des KönigsNu ein feiner RatEi wollt ich doch du wärst auf FarkahegyZwölf Steine über dirEi dies und dasGeh sag ich geh Ich will nicht weiter sprechenDienerin kommt mit einem BecherWas bringst nun duDienerinDen Frühtrunk gnädger HerrBancbanusSetz immer hinIst meine Frau schon wachDienerinJa wohlBancbanusJawohlWarum denn kommt sie nichtJa wohl ist zweimal ja wenn zweimal wach dennSo sollte sie doch mindstens einmal kommenJa wohl Gott segne mir die RedensartenEin andermal sprich Ja Nun also dennWarum nur kommt sie nichtDienerinIch sollte fragenOb Ihr erlaubtBancbanusIch gebe mich gefangenDie Torheit merk ich steckt wie Fieber anOb ich erlaube frägt sie Guter GottSoll ich erlauben und hab nie verwehrtErny erscheint an der TüreEi Erny grüß dich Gott Was ficht dich anLäßt du durch Kämmrer mich um Einlaß bittenIch bin ein Feind von Neuerungen KindMach mir nichts Neues bitt ich dich gar sehrErny nach vorn kommendSo zürnt Ihr nichtBancbanusWarum dennJa dort untenDie Straße Kind ist jedermanns GemeingutWir haben sie nicht herbestellt wir könnenGenaugenommen ihnens auch nicht wehrenObs gleich nicht artig ist so früh am TageDie Schläfer schon zu stören durch GesangErnyDoch wißt Ihr denn auch werBancbanusIch mags nicht wissenErnyGertrude sagtder PrinzBancbanusNu seis darumDer gute Herr hat Muße laß ihn schwärmenGesang auf der StraßeSchön Erny lieb und gutVerschläfst dein junges BlutVermählest ohne ScheuDem Winter deinen MaiViele StimmenBancbanus Ho BancbanusBancbanus der während des Gesanges den Becher ergriffen undgetrunken hatDer Mittlere singt falsch und hält nicht TaktDaß Gott Ein schlechtes Lied verdirbt die reinste KehleErnyHa Scham und SchmachBancbanusFür wen Mein liebes KindNur eine Schmach weiß ich auf dieser ErdeUnd die heißt unrecht tunErnyAllein die WorteDes argen Liedes Worte die sie sangenBancbanusIch achtete nicht drauf und rate dir ein GleichesDer Vorzug ists der Worte vor den TatenSie schädgen nur wenn man sich ihnen leihtNun laß von anderm uns von Nötgerm sprechenDer König zieht nach Halisch mit dem HeerDes Reiches alte Rechte zu bewahrenMit Tagesanbruch will er heute fortIch bin beschieden samt den andern RätenZu hören noch sein königlich GebotIch geh aufs SchloßErnyWie jetztBancbanusWarum denn nichtErnyJetzt da das Haus von jenen tollen HaufenUmlagert stehtBancbanusMein Kind gib dich zufriedenDie lauten Kläffer scheu ich nicht zumeistIch geh in meines Königs Dienst und AuftragUnd dann hätt ich dies Haupt an sechzig JahreAufrecht getragen unter Sturm und SonneDamit ein junger Fant sich mutig fühlteZu mehr als drauß zu lärmen vor der TürAuf die Brust schlagendSei ruhig Kind mein Wächter geht mit mirIch also will nach Hofe Du indesWenns anders dir gefällt zieh dich zurückIns Innere des Hauses hörst du wohlVerlischt das Licht hier und ermangelt AntwortSo wird der Poltrer seines Polterns sattUnd geht zuletzt von selbst Willst du mein KindErnyWie gernBancbanusNun denn leb wohl Noch einen KußDoch nein So aufgeregt das hieße raubenKomm ich zurück so gibst du ihn wohl selbstErny in seine Arme eilendMein GatteGeschrei auf der GasseBancbanus Ho BancbanusBancbanusLärmet lärmt nur zuDie Hand auf Ernys Herz legendWenns ruhig hierauf seine eigne Brustist hier auch alles RuhGeht ab Die Diener folgenErny bleibt in horchender Stellung nach der Türe gekehrt stehenEr gehtNun sind sie still HorchEs war nichtsKammerfrau die ein Licht ergriffen hatBeliebts Euch gnädge FrauErnyJa soich kommeZum Gehen,14
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Dave Morgan and the PG OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamTHE YELLOW STREAKBY VALENTINE WILLIAMSCONTENTSI THE MASTER OF HARKINGSII AT TWILIGHTIII A DISCOVERYIV BETWEEN THE DESK AND THE WINDOWV IN WHICH BUDE LOOKS AT ROBIN GREVEVI THE LETTERVII VOICES IN THE LIBRARYVIII ROBIN GOES TO MARYIX MR MANDERTONX A SMOKING CHIMNEYXI  SPEED THE PARTING GUESTXII MR MANDERTON is NONPLUSSEDXIII JEEKESXIV A SHEET OF BLUE PAPERXV SHADOWSXVI THE INTRUDERXVII A FRESH CLUEXVIII THE SILENT SHOTXIX MR MANDERTON LAYS HIS CARDS ON THE TABLEXX THE CODE KINGXXI A WORD WITH MR JEEKESXXII THE MAN WITH THE YELLOW FACEXXIII TWOS COMPANYXXIV THE METAMORPHOSIS OF MR SCHULZXXV THE READING OF THE RIDDLEXXVI THE FIGURE IN THE DOORWAYXXVII AN INTERRUPTION FROM BEYONDXXVIII THE DEATH OF HARTLEY PARRISHTHE YELLOW STREAKCHAPTER ITHE MASTER OF HARKINGSOf all the luxuries of which Hartley Parrishs sudden rise to wealthgave him possession Bude his butler was the acquisition in which hetook the greatest delight and pride Bude was a large and comfortablelooking person triplechinned like an archdeacon baldheaded except fora respectable and saving edging of dark down cleanshaven benign ofcountenance with a bold nose which to the psychologist bespoke bothambition and inborn cleverness He had a thin tight mouth which initself alone was a symbol of discreet reticence the hallmark of thetrusted family retainerBude had spent his life in the service of the English aristocracy TheEarl of Tipperary MajorGeneral Lord Bannister the Dowager Marchionessof Wiltshire and Sir Herbert Marcobrunner Bart had in turn watchedhis gradual progress from pantryboy to butler Bude was a man whosemaxim had been the French saying _Je prends mon bien où je letrouve_In his thirty years service he had always sought to discover and drawfrom those sources of knowledge which were at his disposal FromMacTavish who had supervised Lord Tipperarys worldfamous gardens hehad learnt a great deal about flowers so that the arrangement of thefloral decorations was always one of the features at Hartley Parrishs_soigné_ dinnerparties From Brun the unsurpassed _chef_ whom LordBannister had picked up when serving with the Guards in Egypt he hadgathered sufficient knowledge of the higher branches of the cuisine toenable Hartley Parrish to leave the arrangement of the menu in hisbutlers handsBude would have been the first to admit that socially speaking hispresent situation was not the equal of the positions he had held Therewas none of the staid dignity about his present employer which wasinborn in men like Lord Tipperary or Lord Bannister and which SirHerbert Marcobrunner with the easy assimilative faculty of his racehad very successfully acquired Below middle height thickset andpowerfully built with a big head narrow eyes and a massive chinHartley Parrish in his absorbed concentration on his business had notime for the acquisition or practice of the Eton mannerIt was characteristic of Parrish that seeing Bude at a dinnerparty atMarcobruaners he should have engaged him on the spot It took Bude aweek to get over his shock at the manner in which the offer was madeParrish had approached him as he was supervising the departure of theguests Waving aside the footman who offered to help him into hisovercoat Parrish had asked Bude pointblank what wages he was gettingBude mentioned the generous remuneration he was receiving from SirHerbert Marcobrunner whereupon Parrish had remarkedCome to me and Ill double it Ill give you a week to think it overLet my secretary knowAfter a few discreet enquiries Bude faithful to his maxim hadaccepted Parrishs offer Marcobrunner was furiously angry but beinganxious to interest Parrish in a deal sagely kept his feelings tohimself And Bude had never regretted the change He found Parrish anexacting but withal a just and a generous master and he was not longin realizing that as long as he kept Harkings Parrishs country placewhere he spent the greater part of his time running smoothly accordingto Parrishs schedule he could count on a life situationThe polish of manner the sober dignity of dress acquired from years ofacute observation in the service of the nobility were to be seen as atthe hour of five in the twilight of this bleak autumn afternoon Budemoved majestically into the loungehall of Harkings and leisurelypounded the gong for teaThe muffled notes of the gong swelled out brazenly through the silenthouse They echoed down the softly carpeted corridors to the librarywhere the master of the house sat at his desk For days he had beenimmersed in the figures of the new issue which Hornaways the vastengineering business of his creation was about to put on the marketThey reverberated up the fine old oak staircase to the luxurious LouisXV bedroom where Lady Margaret Trevert lay on her bed idly smilingthrough an amusing novel They crashed through the thickly padded baizedoors leading to the servants hall where at sixpence a hundredParrishs man Jay was partnering Lady Margarets maid against MrsHeever the housekeeper and Robert the chauffeur at a friendly gameof bridge And they even boomed distantly into the farawaybilliardroom and broke into the talk which Robin Greve was having withMary TrevertDamn exclaimed Greve savagely as the distant gonging came to hisearsIts the gong for tea said Mary demurelyShe was sitting on one of the big leather sofas lining the long roomRobin as he gazed down at her from where he stood with his back againstthe edge of the billiardtable thought what an attractive picture shemade in the halflightThe lamps over the table were lit but the rest of the room was almostdark In that lighting the thickly waving dark hair brought out the finewhiteness of the girls skin There was love and a great desire forlove in her large dark eyes but the clearcut features thewellshaped chin and the firm mouth the lips a little full spoke ofambition and the love of powerIve been here three whole days said Robin and Ive not had twowords with you alone Mary And hardly have I got you to myself for aquiet game of pills when that rotten gong goes Im sorry youre disappointed at missing your game the girl repliedmischievously but I expect you will be,47
Produced by Jake JaquaIMAGINATIONS AND REVERIESBy AE George William RussellPREFACEThe publishers of this book thought that a volume of articles and taleswritten by me during the past twentyfive years would have interestenough to justify publication and asked me to make a selection I havenot been able to make up a book with only one theme My temperamentwould only allow me to be happy when I was working at art My consciencewould not let me have peace unless I worked with other Irishmen at thereconstruction of Irish life Birth in Ireland gave me a bias towardsIrish nationalism while the spirit which inhabits my body told me thepolitics of eternity ought to be my only concern and that all otherraces equally with my own were children of the Great King To aid inmovements one must be orthodox My desire to help prompted agreementwhile my intellect was always heretical I had written out of everymood and could not retain any mood for long If I advocated anational ideal I felt immediately I could make an equal plea for morecosmopolitan and universal ideas I have observed my intuitions whereverthey drew me for I felt that the Light within us knows better than anyother the need and the way So I have no book on one theme and the onlyunity which connects what is here written is a common origin The readermust try a balance between the contraries which exist here as theyexist in us all as they exist and are harmonized in that multitudinousmeditation which is the universeAEPREFACE TO SECOND EDITIONTo this edition four essays have been added Two of these Thoughtsfor a Convention and The New Nation made some little stir when theyfirst appeared Ireland since then has passed away from the mood whichmade it possible to consider the reconciliations suggested and hasset its heart on more fundamental changes and these essays have onlyinterest as marking a moment of transition in national life before ittook a new road leading to another destinyCONTENTS     NATIONALITY OR COSMOPOLITANISM     STANDISH OGRADY     THE DRAMATIC TREATMENT OF LEGEND     THE CHARACTER OF HEROIC LITERATURE     A POET OF SHADOWS     THE BOYHOOD OF A POET     THE POETRY OF JAMES STEPHENS     A NOTE ON SEUMAS OSULLIVAN     ART AND LITERATURE     AN ARTIST OF GARLIC IRELAND     TWO IRISH ARTISTS     ULSTER     IDEALS OF THE NEW RURAL SOCIETY     THOUGHTS FOR A CONVENTION     THE NEW NATION     THE SPIRITUAL CONFLICT     ON AN IRISH HILL     RELIGION AND LOVE     THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH     THE HERO IN MAN     THE MEDITATION OF ANANDA     THE MIDNIGHT BLOSSOM     THE CHILDHOOD OF APOLLO     THE MASK OF APOLLO     The CAVE OF LILITH     THE STORY OF A STAR     THE DREAM OF ANGUS OGE     DEIRDRENATIONALITY OR COSMOPOLITANISMAs one of those who believe that the literature of a country is forever creating a new soul among its people I do not like to think thatliterature with us must follow an inexorable law of sequence and gain aspiritual character only after the bodily passions have grown weary andexhausted themselves In the essay called The Autumn of the Body MrYeats seems to indicate such a sequence Yet whether the art of anyof the writers of the decadence does really express spiritual things isopen to doubt The mood in which their work is conceived a distemperedemotion through which no new joy quivers seems too often to tellrather of exhausted vitality than of the ecstasy of a new life Howevermuch too their art refines itself choosing ever rarer and moreexquisite forms of expression underneath it all an intuition seems todisclose only the old wolfish lust hiding itself beneath the goldenfleece of the spirit It is not the spirit breaking through corruptionbut the life of the senses longing to shine with the light which makessaintly things beautiful and it would put on the jeweled raiment ofseraphim retaining still a heart of clay smitten through and throughwith the unappeasable desire of the flesh so Rossettis women who havearound them all the circumstance of poetry and romantic beauty seemthrough their suckedin lips to express a thirst which could be allayedin no spiritual paradise Art in the decadence in our time might besymbolized as a crimson figure undergoing a dark crucifixion the hostsof light are overcoming it and it is dying filled with anguish anddespair at a beauty it cannot attain All these strange emotions have aprofound psychological interest I do not think because a spiritualflaw can be urged against a certain phase of life that it should remainunexpressed The psychic maladies which attack all races when theircivilization grows old must needs be understood to be dealt with andthey cannot be understood without being revealed in literature or artBut in Ireland we are not yet sick with this sickness As psychologyit concerns only the curious Our intellectual life is in suspense Thenational spirit seems to be making a last effort to assert itselfin literature and to overcome cosmopolitan influences and the artof writers who express a purely personal feeling It is true thatnationality may express itself in many ways it may not be at allevident in the subject matter but it may be very evident in thesentiment But a literature loosely held together by some emotionalcharacteristics common to the writers however great it may be does notfulfill the purpose of a literature or art created by a number of menwho have a common aim in building up an overwhelming idealwho createin a sense a soul for,24
Produced by Gary R L YoungTHE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUSBy Christopher MarloweFrom The Quarto Of 1616Edited By The Rev Alexander DyceComments on the preparation of the ETextSQUARE BRACKETSThe square brackets ie are copied from the printed bookwithout change except that the stage directions usually do nothave closing brackets  These have been addedFOOTNOTESFor this EText version of the book the footnotes have beenconsolidated at the end of the playNumbering of the footnotes has been changed and each footnoteis given a unique identityCHANGES TO THE TEXTCharacter names were expanded  For Example FAUSTUS was FAUSTSECOND SCHOLAR was SEC SCHOLOTHER COMMENTSThis EText of _Doctor Faustus_ is taken from a volume of_The Works of Christopher Marlowe_  That volume also containsan earlier version of the play based on the text of 1604which is available as an EText  Some of the notes to theearlier version are applicable to and help explain thisversionGary R YoungThe Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor FaustusWritten by Ch Mar London Printed for John Wright and areto be sold at his shop without Newgate at the signe of theBible 1616 4toThe Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor FaustusWith new Additions  Written by Ch Mar  Printed at London forJohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop without Newgate1624 4toThe Tragicall Historie of the Life and Death of Doctor FaustusWith new Additions  Written by Ch Mar  Printed at London forJohn Wright and are to be sold at his shop without Newgate1631 4toIn a few places I have amended the text of this play by means of4to 1604I have made no use of the comparatively modern edition4to 1663DRAMATIS PERSONAE     THE POPE     THE EMPEROR OF GERMANY     RAYMOND king of Hungary     DUKE OF SAXONY     BRUNO     DUKE OF VANHOLT     MARTINO          FREDERICK    gentlemen     BENVOLIO         FAUSTUS     VALDES       friends to FAUSTUS     CORNELIUS        WAGNER servant to FAUSTUS     Clown     ROBIN     DICK     Vintner     Horsecourser     Carter     An Old Man     Scholars Cardinals ARCHBISHOP OF RHEIMS Bishops Monks          Friars Soldiers and Attendants     DUCHESS OF VANHOLT     Hostess     LUCIFER     BELZEBUB     MEPHISTOPHILIS     Good Angel     Evil Angel     The Seven Deadly Sins     Devils     Spirits in the shapes of ALEXANDER THE GREAT of his Paramour          of DARIUS and of HELEN     ChorusTHE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF DOCTOR FAUSTUSFROM THE QUARTO OF 1616          Enter CHORUS     CHORUS Not marching in the fields of Thrasymene     Where Mars did mate the warlike Carthagens 1     Nor sporting in the dalliance of love     In courts of kings where state is overturnd     Nor in the pomp of proud audacious deeds     Intends our Muse to vaunt her 2 heavenly verse     Only this gentleswe must now perform     The form of Faustus fortunes good or bad     And now to patient judgments we appeal     And speak for Faustus in his infancy     Now is he born of parents base of stock     In Germany within a town calld Rhodes     At riper years to Wittenberg he went     Whereas his kinsmen chiefly brought him up     So much he profits in divinity     That shortly he was gracd with doctors name     Excelling all and sweetly can dispute     In th heavenly matters of theology     Till swoln with cunning of 3 a selfconceit     His waxen wings did mount above his reach     And melting heavens conspird his overthrow     For falling to a devilish exercise     And glutted now with learnings golden gifts     He surfeits upon 4 cursed necromancy     Nothing so sweet as magic is to him     Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss     And this the man that in his study sits          Exit          FAUSTUS discovered in his study     FAUSTUS Settle thy studies Faustus and begin     To sound the depth of that thou wilt profess     Having commencd be a divine in show     Yet level at the end of every art     And live and die in Aristotles works     Sweet Analytics tis thou hast ravishd me     Bene disserere est finis logices     Is to dispute well logics chiefest end     Affords this art no greater miracle     Then read no more thou hast attaind that end     A greater subject fitteth,0
Produced by Sue Asscher and David WidgerMASTER FRANCIS RABELAISFIVE BOOKS OF THE LIVES HEROIC DEEDS AND SAYINGS OFGARGANTUA AND HIS SON PANTAGRUELBook VTranslated into English bySir Thomas Urquhart of CromartyandPeter Antony MotteuxThe text of the first Two Books of Rabelais has been reprinted from thefirst edition 1653 of Urquharts translation  Footnotes initialled Mare drawn from the Maitland Club edition 1838 other footnotes are by thetranslator  Urquharts translation of Book III appeared posthumously in1693 with a new edition of Books I and II under Motteuxs editorshipMotteuxs rendering of Books IV and V followed in 1708  Occasionally asthe footnotes indicate passages omitted by Motteux have been restored fromthe 1738 copy edited by OzellTHE FIFTH BOOKThe Authors PrologueIndefatigable topers and you thrice precious martyrs of the smock giveme leave to put a serious question to your worships while you are idlystriking your codpieces and I myself not much better employed  Pray whyis it that people say that men are not such sots nowadays as they were inthe days of yore  Sot is an old word that signifies a dunce dullardjolthead gull wittol or noddy one without guts in his brains whosecockloft is unfurnished and in short a fool  Now would I know whetheryou would have us understand by this same saying as indeed you logicallymay that formerly men were fools and in this generation are grown wiseHow many and what dispositions made them fools  How many and whatdispositions were wanting to make em wise  Why were they fools  Howshould they be wise  Pray how came you to know that men were formerlyfools  How did you find that they are now wise  Who the devil made emfools  Who a Gods name made em wise  Who dye think are most thosethat loved mankind foolish or those that love it wise  How long has itbeen wise  How long otherwise  Whence proceeded the foregoing follyWhence the following wisdom  Why did the old folly end now and no laterWhy did the modern wisdom begin now and no sooner  What were we the worsefor the former folly  What the better for the succeeding wisdom  Howshould the ancient folly be come to nothing  How should this same newwisdom be started up and establishedNow answer me ant please you  I dare not adjure you in stronger termsreverend sirs lest I make your pious fatherly worships in the leastuneasy  Come pluck up a good heart speak the truth and shame the devilBe cheery my lads and if you are for me take me off three or fivebumpers of the best while I make a halt at the first part of the sermonthen answer my question  If you are not for me avaunt avoid Satan  ForI swear by my greatgrandmothers placket and thats a horrid oath thatif you dont help me to solve that puzzling problem I will nay I alreadydo repent having proposed it for still I must remain nettled andgravelled and a devil a bit I know how to get off  Well what say youIfaith I begin to smell you out  You are not yet disposed to give me ananswer nor I neither by these whiskers  Yet to give some light into thebusiness Ill een tell you what had been anciently foretold in the matterby a venerable doctor who being moved by the spirit in a prophetic veinwrote a book ycleped the Prelatical Bagpipe  What dye think the oldfornicator saith  Hearken you old noddies hearken now or never  The jubilees year when all like fools were shorn  Is about thirty supernumerary  O want of veneration fools they seemed  But persevering with long breves at last  No more they shall be gaping greedy fools  For they shall shell the shrubs delicious fruit  Whose flower they in the spring so much had fearedNow you have it what do you make ont  The seer is ancient the stylelaconic the sentences dark like those of Scotus though they treat ofmatters dark enough in themselves  The best commentators on that goodfather take the jubilee after the thirtieth to be the years that areincluded in this present age till 1550 there being but one jubilee everyfifty years  Men shall no longer be thought fools next green peas seasonThe fools whose number as Solomon certifies is infinite shall go to potlike a parcel of mad bedlamites as they are and all manner of folly shallhave an end that being also numberless according to Avicenna maniaeinfinitae sunt species  Having been driven back and hidden towards thecentre during the rigour of the winter tis now to be seen on the surfaceand buds out like the trees  This is as plain as a nose in a mans faceyou know it by experience you see it  And it was formerly found out bythat great good man Hippocrates Aphorism Verae etenim maniae c  Thisworld therefore wisifying itself shall no longer dread the flower andblossoms of every coming spring that is as you may piously believebumper in hand and tears in eyes in the woeful time of Lent which used tokeep them companyWhole cartloads of books that seemed florid flourishing and flowery gayand gaudy as so many butterflies but in the main were tiresome dullsoporiferous irksome mischievous crabbed knotty puzzling and dark asthose of whining Heraclitus as unintelligible as the numbers ofPythagoras that king of the bean according to Horace those books I sayhave seen their best days and shall soon come to nothing being deliveredto the executing worms and merciless petty chandlers such was theirdestiny and to this they were predestinatedIn their stead beans in cod are started up that is these merry andfructifying Pantagruelian books so much sought nowadays in expectation ofthe following jubilees period to the study of which writings all peoplehave given their minds and accordingly have gained the name of wiseNow I think I,0
Produced by Gordon KeenerINDIAS LOVE LYRICSBy Laurence HopeEditorial note  Laurence Hope was the pen name of Adela Florence CoryNicolson Born in 1865 she was educated in England At age 16 shejoined her father in India where she spent most of her adult life In1889 she married Col Malcolm H Nicolson a man twice her age Shecommitted suicide two months after his death in 1904Less than the Dust   Less than the dust beneath thy Chariot wheel   Less than the rust that never stained thy Sword   Less than the trust thou hast in me O Lord                                Even less than these   Less than the weed that grows beside thy door   Less than the speed of hours spent far from thee   Less than the need thou hast in life of me                                Even less am I   Since I O Lord am nothing unto thee   See here thy Sword I make it keen and bright   Loves last reward Death comes to me tonight                                Farewell  ZahirudinTo the Unattainable   Oh that my blood were water thou athirst   And thou and I in some far Desert land   How would I shed it gladly if but first   It touched thy lips before it reached the sand   OnceAh the Gods were good to meI threw   Myself upon a poison snake that crept   Where my Beloveda lesser love we knew   Than this which now consumes me whollyslept   But thou Alas what can I do for thee   By Fate and thine own beauty set above   The need of all or any aid from me   Too high for service as too far for loveIn the Early Pearly Morning   Song by Valgovind   The fields are full of Poppies and the skies are very blue   By the Temple in the coppice I wait Beloved for you   The level land is sunny and the errant air is gay   With scent of rose and honey will you come to me today   From carven walls above me smile lovers many a pair   Oh take this rose and love me she has twined it in her hair   He advances she retreating pursues and holds her fast   The sculptor left them meeting in a close embrace at last   Through centuries together in the carven stone they lie   In the glow of golden weather and endless azure sky   Oh that we who have for pleasure so short and scant a stay   Should waste our summer leisure will you come to me today   The Temple bells are ringing for the marriage month has come   I hear the women singing and the throbbing of the drum   And when the song is failing or the drums a moment mute   The weirdly wistful wailing of the melancholy flute   Little life has got to offer and little man to lose   Since today Fate deigns to proffer Oh wherefore then refuse   To take this transient hour in the dusky Temple gloom   While the poppies are in flower and the mangoe trees abloom   And if Fate remember later and come to claim her due   What sorrow will be greater than the Joy I had with you   For today lit by your laughter between the crushing years   I will chance in the hereafter eternities of tearsReverie of Mahomed Akram at the Tamarind Tank   The Desert is parched in the burning sun   And the grass is scorched and white   But the sand is passed and the march is done   We are camping here tonight        I sit in the shade of the Temple walls        While the cadenced water evenly falls        And a peacock out of the Jungle calls        To another on yonder tomb       Above half seen in the lofty gloom       Strange works of a long dead people loom   Obscene and savage and half effaced   An elephant hunt a musicians feast   And curious matings of man and beast   What did they mean to the men who are long since dust        Whose fingers traced        In this arid waste   These rioting twisted figures of love and lust   Strange weird things that no man may say   Things Humanity hides away        Secretly done   Catch the light of the living day        Smile in the sun   Cruel things that man may not name   Naked here without fear or shame        Laughed in the carven stone   Deep in the Temples innermost Shrine is set,3
Produced by Alan LightPOEMS OF HENRY TIMRODBy Henry TimrodWith MemoirContents   Introduction   The Late Judge George S Bryan   Spring   The Cotton Boll   Præceptor Amat   The Problem   A Years Courtship   Serenade   Youth and Manhood   Hark to the Shouting Wind   Too Long O Spirit of Storm   The Lily Confidante   The Stream is Flowing from the West   Vox et Præterea Nihil   Madeline   A Dedication   Katie   Why Silent   Two Portraits   La Belle Juive   An Exotic   The Rosebuds   A Mothers Wail   Our Willie   Address Delivered at the Opening of the New Theatre at Richmond   A Vision of Poesy   The Past   Dreams   The Arctic Voyager   Dramatic Fragment   The Summer Bower   A Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night   FlowerLife   A Summer Shower   Babys Age   The Messenger Rose   On Pressing Some Flowers   1866Addressed to the Old Year   Stanzas  A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter Arrayed for an Approaching Bridal     Written in Illustration of a Tableau Vivant   Hymn Sung at an Anniversary of the Asylum of Orphans at Charleston   To a Captive Owl   Loves Logic   Second Love   Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery Charleston SC   Hymn Sung at a Sacred Concert at Columbia SC   Lines to R L   To Whom   To Thee   Storm and Calm   Retirement   A Common Thought   Poems Written in War Times   Carolina   A Cry to Arms   Charleston   Ripley   Ethnogenesis   Carmen Triumphale   The Unknown Dead   The Two Armies   Christmas   Ode Sung on the Occasion of Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead     at Magnolia Cemetery Charleston SC 1867   Sonnets      I    Poet If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent     II    Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life    III    Life Ever Seems as from Its Present Site     IV    They Dub Thee Idler Smiling Sneeringly      V    Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid     VI    I Scarcely Grieve O Nature at the Lot    VII    Grief Dies Like Joy the Tears Upon My Cheek   VIII    At Last Beloved Nature I Have Met     IX    I Know Not Why But All This Weary Day      X    Were I the PoetLaureate of the Fairies     XI    Which Are the Clouds and Which the Mountains  See    XII    What Gossamer Lures Thee Now  What Hope What Name   XIII    I Thank You Kind and Best Beloved Friend    XIV    Are These Wild Thoughts Thus Fettered in My Rhymes     XV    In MemoriamHarris Simons  Poems Now First Collected  Song Composed for Washingtons Birthday and Respectfully Inscribed  to the Officers and Members of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston  February 22 1859  A Bouquet  Lines  I Stooped from StarBright Regions  A Trifle  Lines  I Saw or Dreamed I Saw Her Sitting Lone  Sonnet  If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine  To Rosa   Acrostic  DedicationIntroductionA true poet is one of the most precious gifts that can be bestowed ona generation He speaks for it and he speaks to it Reflecting andinterpreting his age and its thoughts feelings and purposes he speaksfor it and with a love of truth with a keener moral insight into theuniversal heart of man and with the intuition of inspiration he speaksto it and through it to the world It is thus    The poet to the whole wide world belongs    Even as the Teacher is the childsNor is it to the great masters alone that our homage and thankfulnessare due Wherever a true child of song strikes his harp we love tolisten All that we ask is that the music be native born of impassionedimpulse that will not be denied heartfelt like the lark when she soarsup to greet the morning and pours out her song by the same quiveringecstasy that impels her flight For though the voices be many theoracle is one for God gave the poet his songSuch was Henry Timrod the Southern poet A child of nature his songis the voice of the Southland Born in Charleston SC December 8th1829 his life cast in the seething torrent of civil war his voice wasalso the voice of Carolina and through her of the South in all therich glad life poured out in patriotic pride into that fatal strugglein all the valor and endurance of that dark conflict in all the gloomof its disaster and in all the sacred tenderness that clings about itsmemories He was the poet of the Lost Cause the finest interpreter ofthe feelings and traditions of the splendid heroism of a brave peopleMoreover by his catholic spirit his wide range and worldwidesympathies he is a true American poetThe purpose of the _TIMROD MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION_ of his native city andState in,3
Produced by Charles KellerPOLLY OF THE CIRCUSBy Margaret MayoTo My _KLEINE MUTTER_Chapter IThe band of the Great American Circus was playing noisily Theperformance was in full swingBeside a shabby trunk in the womens dressing tent sat a youngwistfulfaced girl chin in hand unheeding the chatter of the womenabout her or the picturesque disarray of the surrounding objects Hereyes had been so long accustomed to the glitter and tinsel of circusfineries that she saw nothing unusual in a picture that might have helda painter spellboundCircling the inside of the tent and forming a double line down thecentre were partially unpacked trunks belching forth impudent massesof satins laces artificial hair paper flowers and paste jewelsThe scent of moist earth mingled oddly with the perfumed odours of thegarments heaped on the grass Here and there high circles of lightsthrew a strong steady glare upon the halfclad figure of a robustacrobat or the thin drooping shoulders of a less stalwart sisterTemporary ropes stretched from one pole to another were laden withbrightcoloured stockings gaudy spangled gowns or dusty streetclothes discarded by the performers before slipping into their circusattire There were no nails or hooks so hats and veils were pinned tothe canvas wallsThe furniture was limited to one camp chair in front of each trunkthe till of which served as a tray for the paints powders and otheressentials of makeupA pail of water stood by the side of each chair so that the performersmight wash the delicately shaded tights handkerchiefs and other smallarticles not to be entrusted to the slow careless process of thevillage laundry Some of these had been washed tonight and hung to dryon the lines between the dusty street garmentsWomen whose turns came late sat about halfclothed reading crochetingor sewing while others added pencilled eyebrows powder or rouge totheir already exaggerated makeups Here and there a child was puttingher sawdust baby to sleep in the till of her trunk before beginningher part in the evenings entertainment Young and old went about theirduties with a systematic businesslike air and even the little knotof excited women near Pollyit seemed that one of the men had upset acircus traditionkept a sharp lookout for their turnsWhat do you think about it Polly asked a handsome brunette as shesurveyed herself in the costume of a Roman charioteerAbout what asked Polly vacantlyLeave Poll alone shes in one of her trances called a motherlygoodnatured woman whose trunk stood next to Pollys and whose businesswas to support a son and three daughters upon stalwart shoulders bothfiguratively and literallyWell _I_ aint in any trance answered the dark girl and _I_ thinkits pretty tough for him to take up with a rank outsider and expectus to warm up to her as though hed married one of our own folks Shetossed her head the pride of class distinction welling high in herample bosomHe aint asking us to warm up to her contradicted MademoiselleEloise a pale lighthaired sprite who had arrived late and was makingundignified efforts to get out of her clothes by way of her head Shewas Pollys understudy and next in line for the star place in the billWell Barker has put her into the Leap of Death stunt aint hecontinued the brunette Course that aint a regular circus actshe added somewhat mollified and so far shes had to dress withthe freaks but the next thing we know hell be ringin her in on aregular stunt and be puttin her in to dress with USNo danger of that sneered the blonde Barker is too old a stager tomix up his sheep and his goatsPolly had again lost the thread of the conversation Her mind hadgone roving to the night when the frightened girl about whom theywere talking had made her first appearance in the circus lot clingingtimidly to the hand of the man who had just made her his wife Her eyeshad met Pollys with a look of appeal that had gone straight to thechilds simple heartA few nights later the newcomer had allowed herself to be strapped intothe cumbersome Leap of Death machine which hurled itself through spaceat each performance and flung itself down with force enough to breakthe neck of any unskilled rider Courage and steady nerve were therequisites for the job so the manager had said but any physician wouldhave told him that only a trained acrobat could long endure the nervousstrain the muscular tension and the physical rack of such an ordealWhat matter The few dollars earned in this way would mean a great dealto the mother whom the girls marriage had left desolatePolly had looked on hungrily the night that the mother had taken thedaughter in her arms to say farewell in the little country town wherethe circus had played before her marriage She could remember no womansarms about HER for it was fourteen years since tender hands had carriedher mother from the performers tent into the moonlit lot to die Thebaby was so used to seeing Mumsie throw herself wearily on the groundafter coming out of the big top exhausted that she crept to thewomans side as usual that night and gazed laughingly into thesightless eyes gurgling and prattling and stroking the unresponsiveface There were tears from those who watched but no word was spokenClown Toby and the big boss canvasman Jim had always taken turnsamusing and guarding little Polly while her mother rode in the ring SoToby now carried the babe to another side of the lot and Jim bore thelifeless body of the mother to the distant ticketwagon now closed forthe night and laid it upon the sellers cotIts allus like this in the end he murmured as he drew a piece ofcanvas over the white face and turned away to give orders to the men whowere beginning to load the props used earlier in the performanceWhen the show moved on that night it was Jims strong arms that liftedthe mite of a Polly close to his stalwart heart and climbed with her tothe high seat on the head wagon Uncle Toby was entrusted,1
Produced by Ron Burkey and Amy ThomteMRS KORNER SINS HER MERCIESBy Jerome K JeromeI do mean it declared Mrs Korner I like a man to be a manBut you would not like ChristopherI mean Mr Kornerto be that sortof man suggested her bosom friendI dont mean that I should like it if he did it often But I shouldlike to feel that he was able to be that sort of manHave you toldyour master that breakfast is ready demanded Mrs Korner of thedomestic staff entering at the moment with three boiled eggs and ateapotYus Ive told im replied the staff indignantlyThe domestic staff at Acacia Villa Ravenscourt Park lived in a stateof indignation It could be heard of mornings and evenings saying itsprayers indignantlyWhat did he saySaid e11 be down the moment es dressedNobody wants him to come before commented Mrs Korner Answered methat he was putting on his collar when I called up to him five minutesagoAnswer yer the same thing now if yer called up to im agen I spectwas the opinion of the staff Was on is ands and knees when I lookedin scooping round under the bed for is collar studMrs Korner paused with the teapot in her hand Was he talkingTalkin Nobody there to talk to I adnt got no time to stop andchatterI mean to himself explained Mrs Korner Hehe wasnt swearingThere was a note of eagerness almost of hope in Mrs Korners voiceSwearin E Why e dont know anyThank you said Mrs Korner That will do Harriet you may goMrs Korner put down the teapot with a bang The very girl said MrsKorner bitterly the very girl despises himPerhaps suggested Miss Greene he had been swearing and hadfinishedBut Mrs Korner was not to be comforted Finished Any other man wouldhave been swearing all the timePerhaps suggested the kindly bosom friend ever the one to plead thecause of the transgressor perhaps he was swearing and she did nothear him You see if he had his head well underneath the bedThe door openedSorry I am late said Mr Korner bursting cheerfully into the roomIt was a point with Mr Korner always to be cheerful in the morningGreet the day with a smile and it will leave you with a blessing wasthe motto Mrs Korner this day a married woman of six months and threeweeks standing had heard her husband murmur before getting out of bed onprecisely two hundred and two occasions The Motto entered largely intothe scheme of Mr Korners life Written in fine copperplate upon cardsall of the same size a choice selection counselled him each morningfrom the rim of his shavingglassDid you find it asked Mrs KornerIt is most extraordinary replied Mr Korner as he seated himselfat the breakfasttable I saw it go under the bed with my own eyesPerhapsDont ask me to look for it interrupted Mrs Korner Crawling abouton their hands and knees knocking their heads against iron bedsteadswould be enough to make some people swear The emphasis was on thesomeIt is not bad training for the character hinted Mr Korneroccasionally to force oneself to perform patiently tasks calculatedIf you get tied up in one of those long sentences of yours you willnever get out in time to eat your breakfast was the fear of MrsKornerI should be sorry for anything to happen to it remarked Mr Kornerits intrinsic value may perhapsI will look for it after breakfast volunteered the amiable MissGreene I am good at finding thingsI can well believe it the gallant Mr Korner assured her as with thehandle of his spoon he peeled his egg From such bright eyes as yoursfewYouve only got ten minutes his wife reminded him Do get on withyour breakfastI should like said Mr Korner to finish a speech occasionallyYou never would asserted Mrs KornerI should like to try sighed Mr Korner one of these daysHow did you sleep dear I forgot to ask you questioned Mrs Kornerof the bosom friendI am always restless in a strange bed the first night explained MissGreene I daresay too I was a little excitedI could have wished said Mr Korner it had been a better exampleof the delightful art of the dramatist When one goes but seldom to thetheatreOne wants to enjoy oneself interrupted Mrs KornerI really do not think said the bosom friend that I have everlaughed so much in all my lifeIt was amusing I laughed myself admitted Mr Korner At the sametime I cannot help thinking that to treat drunkenness as a themeHe wasnt drunk argued Mrs Korner he was just jovialMy dear Mr Korner Corrected her he simply couldnt standHe was much more amusing than some people who can retorted MrsKornerIt is possible my dear Aimee her husband pointed out to her fora man to be amusing without being drunk also for a man to be drunkwithoutOh a man is all the better declared Mrs Korner for lettinghimself go occasionallyMy dearYou Christopher would be all the better for letting yourselfgooccasionallyI wish said Mr Korner as he passed his empty cup you would notsay things you do not mean Anyone hearing youIf theres one thing makes me more angry than another said MrsKorner it is being told I say things that I do not meanWhy say them then suggested Mr KornerI dont I doI mean I do mean them explained Mrs KornerYou can hardly mean my dear persisted her husband that you reallythink I should be all the better for getting drunkeven occasionallyI didnt say drunk I said going itBut I do go it in moderation pleaded Mr Korner Moderation inall things that is my mottoI know it returned Mrs KornerA little of everything and nothing this time Mr Korner interruptedhimself I fear said Mr Korner rising we must postpone thefurther discussion of this interesting topic If you would not mindstepping out with me into the passage dear there are one or two littlematters connected with the houseHost and hostess squeezed past the visitor and closed the door behindthem The visitor continued eatingI do,26
Etext prepared by Juliet Sutherland and Project Gutenberg DistributedProofreadersARMY BOYS IN THE FRENCH TRENCHESORHAND TO HAND FIGHTING WITH THE ENEMYBYHOMER RANDALLAUTHOR OFArmy Boys in France and Army Boys on the Firing LineIllustrated by ROBERT GASTON HERBERT1919Illustration There was a grinding tearing screeching soundas wire entanglements were uprootedCONTENTS    I A SLASHING ATTACK   II THE UPLIFTED KNIFE  III TAKING CHANCES   IV BETWEEN THE LINES    V THE BARBAROUS HUNS   VI A TASTE OF COLD STEEL  VII NICK RABIGS QUEER ACTIONS VIII COLONEL PAVET REAPPEARS   IX THE ESCAPE    X A GHASTLY BURDEN   XI WITH THE TANKS  XII BREAKING THROUGH XIII CAUGHT NAPPING  XIV IN CLOSE QUARTERS   XV THE FOURFOOTED ENEMY  XVI CHASED BY CAVALRY XVII THE BROKEN BRIDGEXVIII RESCUE FROM THE SKY  XIX PUTTING ONE OVER   XX SUSPICION  XXI A FAMILIAR VOICE XXII THE SHADOW OF TREASONXXIII A HAIL OF LEAD XXIV A DEED OF DARING  XXV STORMING THE RIDGECHAPTER IA SLASHING ATTACKStand ready boys We attack at dawnThe word passed in a whisper down the long line of the trench where theAmerican army boys crouched like so many khakiclad ghosts awaiting thecommand to go over the topThat will be in about fifteen minutes from now I figure murmuredFrank Sheldon to his friend and comrade Bart Raymond as he glanced atthe hands of his radio watch and then put it up to his ear to make surethat it had not stoppedItll seem more like fifteen hours muttered Tom Bradford who was onthe other side of SheldonToms in a hurry to get at the Huns chuckled Billy Waldon He wantsto show them where they get offI saw him putting a razor edge on his bayonet last night added BartNow hes anxious to see how it worksHell have plenty of chances to find out said Frank This is goingto be a hot scrap or I miss my guess I heard the captain tell thelieutenant that the Germans had their heaviest force right in front ofour part of the lineSo much the better asserted Billy stoutly They cant come too thickor too fast Theyve been sneering at what the Yankees were going to doin this war and its about time they got punctures in their tiresAt this moment the mess helpers passed along the line with buckets ofsteaming hot coffee and the men welcomed it eagerly for it was late inthe autumn and the night air was chill and penetrating Come littlecup to one who loves thee well murmured Tom as he swallowed hisportion in one gulpThe others were not slow in following his example and the buckets wereemptied in a twinklingThen the stern vigil was renewedFrom the opposing lines a star shell rose and exploded casting agreenish radiance over the barren stretch of No Mans Land thatseparated the hostile forcesFritz isnt asleep muttered FrankHes right on the job with his fireworks agreed BartMaybe he has his suspicions that were going to give him a littlesurprise party remarked Billy and thats his way of telling us thathes ready to welcome us with open armsFix bayonets came the command from the officer in charge and therewas a faint clink as the order was obeyedIt wont be long now murmured Tom But why dont the guns open upThey always do before its time to charge commented Billy as heshifted his position a little I suppose they will now almost anyminuteI dont think therell be any gun fire this time before we go over thetop ventured FrankWhat do you mean asked Bart in surprise as he turned his head towardhis chumDo you know anything queried TomNot exactly know but Ive heard enough to make a guess repliedFrank I think were going to play the game a little differently thistime Unless Im mistaken the Huns are going to get the surprise oftheir livesPut on gas masks came another order and in the six seconds allowedfor this operation the masks were donned making the men in the longline look like so many goblinsIt was light enough for them to see each other now for the gray fingersof the dawn were already drawing the curtain of darkness aside from theeastern skyOne minute more passeda minute of tense fierce expectation while theboys gripped their rifles until it seemed that their fingers would burythemselves in the stocksCrashWith a roar louder than a thousand guns the earth under the Germanfirstline trenches split asunder and tons of rock and mud and guns andmen were hurled toward the skyThe din was terrific the sight appalling and the shock for an instantwas almost as great to the Americans as to their opponents though farless tragicNow men shouted their lieutenant over with you and with a wildyell of exultation the boys clambered over the edge of the trench andstarted toward the German linesWere off panted Frank as with eyes blazing and bayonet ready forinstant use he rushed forward in the front rankTo a flying start gasped Bart and then because breath was preciousthey said no more but raced on like greyhounds freed from the leashOn on they went with the wind whipping their faces On still on tothe red ruin wrought by the explosion of the mineFor the first fifty yards the going was easy except for the craters andshell holes into which some of the boys slid and tumbled The enemy hadbeen so numbed and paralyzed by the overwhelming explosion that theyseemed to be unable to make any resistanceBut the officers knew and the men as well that this was only the lullbefore the storm Their enemy was desperate and resourceful and thoughthe cleverness of the American engineers had carried through the mineoperation without detection it was certain that the foe would rallyFifty yards from the firstline trenchfortythirtyand then theGerman guns spokeA long line of flame flared up crimson in the pallid dawnDown men down shouted their officers and the Yankee lads threwthemselves flat on the ground while,1
Produced by Eric Eldred Thomas Bergerand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration Sir Frederick Roberts                                   THE AFGHAN WARS 183942 AND 187880by ARCHIBALD FORBESWith Portraits and Plans                                   CONTENTSPART ITHE FIRST AFGHAN WARCHAP   IPRELIMINARY  IITHE MARCH TO CABUL IIITHE FIRST YEAR OF OCCUPATION  IVTHE SECOND YEAR OF OCCUPATION   VTHE BEGINNING OF THE END  VITHE ROAD TO RUIN VIITHE CATASTROPHEVIIITHE SIEGE AND DEFENCE OF JELLALABAD  IXRETRIBUTION AND RESCUEPART IITHE SECOND AFGHAN WAR   ITHE FIRST CAMPAIGN  IITHE OPENING OF THE SECOND CAMPAIGN IIITHE LULL BEFORE THE STORM  IVTHE DECEMBER STORM   VON THE DEFENSIVE IN SHERPUR  VIAHMED KHEL VIITHE AMEER ABDURRAHMANVIIIMAIWAND AND THE GREAT MARCH  IXTHE BATTLE OF CANDAHAR                                   LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS AND PLANS  PORTRAIT OF SIR FREDERICK ROBERTS  _Frontispiece_  PLAN OF CABUL THE CANTONMENT  PORTRAIT OF SIR GEORGE POLLOCK  PORTRAIT OF SIR LOUIS CAVAGNARI AND SIRDARS  PLAN OF CABUL SHOWING THE ACTIONS DEC 1114  PLAN OF ACTION AHMED KHEL  PORTRAIT OF THE AMEER ABDURRAHMAN  PLAN OF THE ACTION OF MAIWAND  PLAN OF THE ACTION OF CANDAHAR_The Portraits of Sir G Pollock and Sir F Roberts are engraved bypermission   of Messrs Henry Graves  Co_                                   THE AFGHAN WARSPART I _THE FIRST AFGHAN WAR_CHAPTER I PRELIMINARYSince it was the British complications with Persia which mainly furnishedwhat pretext there was for the invasion of Afghanistan by an AngloIndianarmy in 1839 some brief recital is necessary of the relations betweenGreat Britain and Persia prior to that aggressionBy a treaty concluded between England and Persia in 1814 the formerstate bound itself in case of the invasion of Persia by any Europeannation to aid the Shah either with troops from India or by the paymentof an annual subsidy in support of his war expenses It was a dangerousengagement even with the _caveat_ rendering the undertaking inoperativeif such invasion should be provoked by Persia During the fierce struggleof 18257 between Abbas Meerza and the Russian General PaskevitchEngland refrained from supporting Persia either with men or with moneyand when prostrate Persia was in financial extremities because of the warindemnity which the treaty of Turkmanchai imposed upon her England tookadvantage of her needs by purchasing the cancellation of the inconvenientobligation at the cheap cost of about 300000 It was the natural resultof this transaction that English influence with the Persian Court shouldsensibly decline and it was not less natural that in conscious weaknessPersia should fall under the domination of Russian influenceFutteh Ali the old Shah of Persia died in 1834 and was succeeded byhis grandson Prince Mahomed Meerza a young man who inherited much of theambition of his gallant father Abbas Meerza His especial aspirationindustriously stimulated by his Russian advisers urged him to theenterprise of conquering the independent principality of Herat on thewestern border of Afghanistan Herat was the only remnant of Afghanterritory that still remained to a member of the legitimate royal houseIts ruler was Shah Kamran son of that Mahmoud Shah who after oustinghis brother Shah Soojah from the throne of Cabul had himself been drivenfrom that elevation and had retired to the minor principality of HeratThe young Shah of Persia was not destitute of justification for hisdesigns on Herat That this was so was frankly admitted by Mr Ellis theBritish envoy to his Court who wrote to his Government that the Shah hadfair claim to the sovereignty of Afghanistan as far as Ghuznee and thatKamrans conduct in occupying part of the Persian province of Seistan hadgiven the Shah a full justification for commencing hostilities againstHeratThe serious phase of the situation for England and India was that Russianinfluence was behind Persia in this hostile action against Herat MrEllis pointed out that in the then existing state of relations betweenPersia and Russia the progress of the former in Afghanistan wastantamount to the advancement of the latter But unfortunately thereremained valid an article in the treaty of 1814 to the effect that incase of war between the Afghans and the Persians the English Governmentshould not interfere with either party unless when called on by both tomediate In vain did Ellis and his successor MNeill remonstrate with thePersian monarch against the Herat expedition An appeal to St Petersburgon the part of Great Britain produced merely an evasive reply Howdiplomatic disquietude had become intensified may be inferred from thisthat whereas in April 1836 Ellis wrote of Persia as a Russian firstparallel of attack against India Lord Auckland then GovernorGeneral ofIndia directed MNeill in the early part of 1837 to urge the Shah toabandon his enterprise on the ground that he the GovernorGeneralmust view with umbrage and displeasure schemes of interference andconquest on our western frontierThe Shah unmoved by the representations of the British envoy marched onHerat and the siege was opened on November 23d 1837 Durand a capablecritic declares that the strength of the place the resolution of thebesiegers the skill of their Russian military advisers and thegallantry of the besieged were alike objects of much exaggeration Thesiege was from first to last thoroughly illconducted and the defencein reality not better managed owed its _éclat_ to Persian ignorancetimidity and supineness The advice of Pottinger the gallant Englishofficer who assisted the defence was,4
Produced by Suzanne Shell Leonard Johnsonand PG Distributed ProofreadingTHE BLACK BAGBy LOUIS JOSEPH VANCEWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THOMAS FOGARTY1908TO MY MOTHERCONTENTSCHAPTER    I DIVERSIONS OF A RUINED GENTLEMAN   II AND SOME THERE BE WHO HAVE ADVENTURES THRUST UPON THEM  III CALENDARS DAUGHTER   IV 9 FROGNALL STREET W C    V THE MYSTERY OF A FOURWHEELER   VI BELOW BRIDGE  VII DIVERSIONS OF A RUINED GENTLEMANRESUMED VIII MADAME LINTRIGANTE   IX AGAIN BELOW BRIDGE AND BEYOND    X DESPERATE MEASURES   XI OFF THE NORE  XII PICARESQUE PASSAGES XIII A PRIMER OF PROGRESSIVE CRIME  XIV STRATAGEMS AND SPOILS   XV REFUGEES  XVI TRAVELS WITH A CHAPERON XVII ROGUES AND VAGABONDSXVIII ADVENTURERS LUCK  XIX iTHE UXBRIDGE ROAD      iiTHE CROWN AND MITRE     iiiTHE JOURNEYS ENDTHE BLACK BAGIDIVERSIONS OF A RUINED GENTLEMANUpon a certain dreary April afternoon in the year of grace 1906 theapprehensions of Philip Kirkwood Esquire _Artistpeintre_ were enlivenedby the discovery that he was occupying that singularly distressing socialposition which may be summed up succinctly in a phrase through long usagegrown proverbial Alone in London These three words have come to connotein our understanding so much of human misery that to Mr Kirkwood theyseemed to epitomize absolutely if not happily the various circumstancesattendant upon the predicament wherein he found himself Inevitably anextremist because of his youth he had just turned twentyfive hetook no count of mitigating matters and would hotly have resented thesuggestion that his case was anything but altogether deplorable andforlornThat he was not actually at the end of his resources went for nothing heheld the distinction a quibble mockingly immateriallike the store ofguineas in his pocket too insignificant for mention when contrasted withhis needs And his base of supplies the American city of his nativitywhenceand not without a glow of pride in his secret hearthe was wont toregister at foreign hostelries had been arbitrarily cut off from him byone of those accidents sardonically classified by insurance and expresscorporations as Acts of GodNow to one who has lived all his days serenely in accord with the dictatesof his own sweet will taking no thought for the morrow such a situationnaturally seems both appalling and intolerable at the first blush It mustbe confessed that to begin with Kirkwood drew a long and disconsolateface over his fix And in that black hour primitive of its kind in hisbrief span he became conscious of a sinister apparition taking shape athis elbowa shade of darkness which clouting him on the back with askeleton hand croaked hollow salutations in his earCome Mr Kirkwood come its mirthless accents rallied him Have youno welcome for meyou who have been permitted to live the quarter of acentury without making my acquaintance Surely now its high time we werelearning something of one another you and I But I dont understandreturned Kirkwood blankly I dont know youTrue But you shall I am the Shade of CareDull Care murmured Kirkwood bewildered and dismayed for the visitationhad come upon him with little presage and no invitation whateverDull Care the Shade assured him Dull Care am Iand Care thatsanything but dull into the bargain Care thats like a keen pain in yourbody Care that lives a horror in your mind Care that darkens your daysand flavors with bitter poison all your nights Care thatBut Kirkwood would not listen further Courageously submissive to hisdestiny knowing in his heart that the Shade had come to stay he yet foundspirit to shake himself with a dogged air to lift his chin set the strongmuscles of his jaw and smile that homely wholesome smile which was hispeculiarlyVery well he accepted the irremediable with grim humor what must bemust I dont pretend to be glad to see you butyoure free to stay aslong as you find the climate agreeable I warn you I shant whine Lots ofmen hundreds and hundreds of em have slept tight o nights with you forbedfellow if they could grin and bear you I believe I canNow Care mocked him with a sardonic laugh and sought to tighten upon hisshoulders its bony grasp but Kirkwood resolutely shrugged it off and wentin search of mans most faithful dumb friend to wit his pipe the whichwhen found and filled he lighted with a spill twisted from the envelope ofa cable message which had been vicariously responsible for his introductionto the Shade of CareIts about time he announced watching the paper blacken and burn in thegrate fire that I was doing something to prove my title to a living Andthis was all his valedictory to a vanished competence Anyway he addedhastily as if fearful lest Care overhearing might have read into histone a trace of vain repining anyway Im a sight better off than thosepoor devils over there I really have a great deal to be thankful for nowthat my attentions drawn to itFor the ensuing few minutes he thought it all over soberly but with astout heart standing at a window of his bedroom in the Hotel Pless handsdeep in trouser pockets pipe fuming voluminously his gaze wandering outover a blurred infinitude of wet shining roofs and sooty chimneypots allof London that a lowering drizzle would let him see and withal by no meansa cheering prospect nor yet one calculated to offset the dishearteninginfluence of the indomitable Shade of Care But the truth is thatKirkwoods brain comprehended little that his eyes perceived his thoughtswere with his heart and that was half a world away and sick with pityfor another and a fairer city stricken in the flower of her lovelinesswrithing in Promethean agony upon her storied hillsThere came a rapping at the doorKirkwood removed the pipe from between his teeth long enough to say Comein pleasantlyThe knob was turned the door opened Kirkwood swinging on one heelbeheld hesitant upon the threshold a diminutive figure in the livery of thePless pagesMister KirkwoodKirkwood noddedGentleman to see you sirKirkwood nodded again smiling,25
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Robert Shimminand PG Distributed ProofreadersIllustration  FLORA attired by the ELEMENTS                                  THE                            BOTANIC GARDEN                        _A Poem in Two Parts_                                PART  I                               CONTAINING                       THE ECONOMY OF VEGETATION                                PART II                        THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS                                  WITH                          Philosophical Notes                             ADVERTISEMENTThe general design of the following sheets is to inlist Imaginationunder the banner of Science and to lead her votaries from the looseranalogies which dress out the imagery of poetry to the stricter oneswhich form the ratiocination of philosophy While their particulardesign is to induce the ingenious to cultivate the knowledge of Botanyby introducing them to the vestibule of that delightful science andrecommending to their attention the immortal works of the celebratedSwedish Naturalist LINNEUSIn the first Poem or Economy of Vegetation the physiology of Plants isdelivered and the operation of the Elements as far as they may besupposed to affect the growth of Vegetables In the second Poem orLoves of the Plants the Sexual System of Linneus is explained with theremarkable properties of many particular plants                                APOLOGYIt may be proper here to apologize for many of the subsequentconjectures on some articles of natural philosophy as not beingsupported by accurate investigation or conclusive experimentsExtravagant theories however in those parts of philosophy where ourknowledge is yet imperfect are not without their use as they encouragethe execution of laborious experiments or the investigation ofingenious deductions to confirm or refute them And since naturalobjects are allied to each other by many affinities every kind oftheoretic distribution of them adds to our knowledge by developing someof their analogiesThe Rosicrucian doctrine of Gnomes Sylphs Nymphs and Salamanders wasthought to afford a proper machinery for a Botanic poem as it isprobable that they were originally the names of hieroglyphic figuresrepresenting the elementsMany of the important operations of Nature were shadowed or allegorizedin the heathen mythology as the first Cupid springing from the Egg ofNight the marriage of Cupid and Psyche the Rape of Proserpine theCongress of Jupiter and Juno Death and Resuscitation of Adonis cmany of which are ingeniously explained in the works of Bacon Vol Vp 47 4th Edit London 1778 The Egyptians were possessed of manydiscoveries in philosophy and chemistry before the invention of lettersthese were then expressed in hieroglyphic paintings of men and animalswhich after the discovery of the alphabet were described and animated bythe poets and became first the deities of Egypt and afterwards ofGreece and Rome Allusions to those fables were therefore thought properornaments to a philosophical poem and are occasionally introducedeither as represented by the poets or preserved on the numerous gemsand medallions of antiquity                                   TO                               THE AUTHOR                                 OF THE                    POEM ON THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS                       BY THE REV WB STEPHENS  Oft tho thy genius D amply fraughtWith native wealth explore new worlds of mindWhence the bright ores of drossless wisdom broughtStampt by the Muses hand enrich mankind  Tho willing Nature to thy curious eyeInvolved in night her mazy depths betrayTill at their source thy piercing search descryThe streams that bathe with Life our mortal clay  Tho boldly soaring in sublimer moodThrough trackless skies on metaphysic wingsThou darest to scan the approachless Cause of GoodAnd weigh with steadfast hand the Sum of,3
Produced by Philippe Chavin Carlo Traverso Juliet Sutherland CharlesFranks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team Image files courtesy ofgallicabnffr                             BRICABRAC                                 PAR                           ALEXANDRE DUMAS   TABLE   DEUX INFANTICIDES   POÃTES PEINTRES ET MUSICIENS   DÃSIR ET POSSESSION   UNE MÃRE   LE CURà DE BOULOGNE   UN FAIT PERSONNEL   COMMENT JAI FAIT JOUER à MARSEILLE LE DRAME DES FORESTIERS   HEURES DE PRISON   JACQUES FOSSE   LE CHÃTEAU DE PIERREFONDS   LE LOTUS BLANC ET LA ROSE MOUSSEUSEDEUX INFANTICIDESOn sest ÃnormÃment occupà depuis quelque temps dun animal de maconnaissance pensionnaire du Jardin des Plantes et qui a conquis sacÃlÃbrità à la suite de deux des plus grands crimes que puissentcommettre le bipÃde et le quadrupÃde lhomme et le pachydermeà lasuite de deux infanticidesVous avez dÃjà compris que je voulais parler de lhippopotameToutes les fois que quelque grand criminel attire sur lui la curiositÃpublique à linstant même on se met à la recherche de sesantÃcÃdents on remonte à sa jeunesse à son enfance on jette deslueurs sur sa famille sur le lieu de sa naissance enfin sur tout cequi tient à son origineEh bien sur ce point jose dire que je suis le seul en France quipuisse satisfaire convenablement votre curiositÃSi vous avez lu dans mes _Causeries_ larticle intitulà _les PetitsCadeaux de mon ami Delaporte_ Footnote Tome II p 41 vous vousrappellerez que jai dÃjà racontà comment notre excellent consul ÃTunis dans son dÃsir de complÃter les Ãchantillons zoologiques duJardin des Plantes Ãtait parvenu à se procurer successivement vingtsinges cinq antilopes trois girafes deux lions et enfin un petithippopotame qui parvenu à lÃge adulte est devenu le pÃre de celuidont nous dÃplorons aujourdhui la fin prÃmaturÃeMais nanticipons pas et reprenons lhistoire où nous lavonslaissÃeLe petit hippopotame offert par Delaporte au Jardin des Plantes avaitÃtà pris il vous en souvient sous le ventre même de sa mÃreAussi fallutil lui trouver un biberonUne peau de chÃvre fit laffaire une des pattes de lanimal coupÃeau genou et dÃbarrassÃe de son poil simula le pis maternel Le laitde quatre chÃvres fut versà dans la peau et le nourrisson eut unbiberonOn avait quelque chose comme quatre ou cinq cents lieues à faire avantque darriver au Caire La nÃcessità où lon Ãtait de tenir toujourslhippopotame dans leau douce forÃait les pêcheurs à suivre le coursdu fleuve cÃtait dailleurs le procÃdà le plus facile Un firmandu pacha autorisait les pêcheurs à mettre sur leur route enrÃquisition autant de chÃvres et de vaches que besoin seraitPendant les premiers jours il fallut au jeune hippopotame le lait dedix chÃvres ou de quatre vaches Au fur et à mesure quil grandissaitle nombre de ses nourrices augmentait à Philae il lui fallut le laitde vingt chÃvres ou de huit vaches en arrivant au Caire celui detrente chÃvres ou de douze vachesAu reste il se portait à merveille et jamais nourrisson navait faitplus dhonneur à ses nourricesSeulement comme nous lavons dit les pêcheurs Ãtaient pleinsdinquiÃtude le pacha leur avait demandà une femelle et au bout dequatre ans au lieu dune femelle ils lui apportaient un mÃleLe premier moment fut terrible AbbasPacha dÃclara que ses ÃmissairesÃtaient quatre misÃrables quil ferait pÃrir sous le bÃton Cesmenaceslà en Egypte ont toujours un cÃtà sÃrieux aussi lesmalheureux pÃcheurs dÃputÃrentils un des leurs à DelaporteDelaporte les rassura il rÃpondait de toutEn effet il alla trouver AbbasPacha et comme sil ignoraitlarrivÃe du malencontreux animal à Boulacq il annonÃa au pacha quilvenait de recevoir des nouvelles du gouvernement franÃais lequelÃprouvant le besoin davoir au Jardin des Plantes un hippopotame mÃlefaisait demander au consul sil ny aurait pas moyen de se procurer auCaire un animal de ce sexe et de cette espÃceVous comprenezAbbasPacha trouvait le placement de son hippopotame et Ãtait en mêmetemps agrÃable à un gouvernement alliÃIl ny avait pas moyen de faire donner la bastonnade à des gens quiavaient Ãtà audevant des dÃsirs du consul dune des grandespuissances europÃennesDailleurs la question Ãtait presque rÃsolue en vertu de lententecordiale qui existait entre les deux gouvernements il Ãtait Ãvidentquà un moment donnà ou la France prêterait son hippopotame mÃle ÃlAngleterre ou lAngleterre prêterait son hippopotame femelle à laFranceDelaporte remercia AbbasPacha en son nom et au nom de GeoffroySaintHilaire donna une magnifique prime aux quatre pêcheurs etsoccupa du transport en France de sa mÃnagerieDabord il crut la chose facile il pensait avoir _lAlbatros_ à sadisposition mais _lAlbatros_ reÃut lordre de faire voile pour je nesais plus quel port de lArchipelForce fut à Delaporte de traiter avec un bateau à vapeur desMessageries impÃrialesCe fut une grande affaire lhippopotame avait quelque chose commecinq ou six mois il avait ÃnormÃment profità il pesait trois ouquatre cents exigeait un bassin dune quinzaine de pieds de diamÃtreOn lui fit confectionner le susdit bassin qui fÃt amÃnagà à lavantdu bÃtiment on transporta à bord cent tonnes deau du Nil afin quileÃt toujours un bain doux et frais en outre on embarqua quarantechÃvres pour subvenir à sa nourritureQuatre Arabes un pêcheur un preneur de lions un preneur de girafeset un preneur de singes furent embarquÃs avec les animaux quilsavaient amenÃsLe tout arriva en seize jours à MarseilleIl va sans dire que Delaporte navait pas perdu de vue un instant sapremiÃre cargaisonà Marseille il mit sur des trues appropriÃs à cette destinationlhippopotame et sa suiteLes trente quadrupÃdes dont vingt quadrumanes arrivÃrent à Parisaussi heureusement quils Ãtaient arrivÃs à Marseilleà leur arrivÃe jallai leur faire visite GrÃce à Delaporte je fusadmis à lhonneur de saluer les lions de prÃsenter mes respects,17
Produced by Charles Franks Debra Storr and PG Distributed ProofreadersBURNSS LETTERSTHE LETTERS OF ROBERT BURNSSELECTED AND ARRANGEDWITH AN INTRODUCTIONBY J LOGIE ROBERTSON MA_You shall write whatever comes firstwhat you see what you readwhat you hear what you admire what you dislike trifles bagatellesnonsense or to fill up a corner een put down a laugh at fulllength_Burns_My life reminded me of a ruined temple what strength what proportionin some parts what unsightly gaps what prostrate ruin inothers_BurnsGENERAL CORRESPONDENCETo Ellison or Alison Begbie To Ellison BegbieTo Ellison BegbieTo Ellison BegbieTo Ellison BegbieTo his FatherTo Sir John Whitefoord Bart of BallochmyleTo Mr John Murdoch schoolmaster Staples Inn Buildings LondonTo his Cousin Mr James Burness writer MontroseTo Mr James Burness writer MontroseTo Mr James Burness writer MontroseTo Thomas Orr Park KirkoswaldTo Miss Margaret KennedyTo Miss AyrshireTo Mr John Richmond law clerk EdinburghTo Mr James Smith shopkeeper MauchlineTo Mr Robert Muir wine merchant KilmarnockTo Mr John Ballantine banker AyrTo Mr MWhinnie writer AyrTo John Arnot Esquire of DalquatswoodTo Mr David Brice shoemaker GlasgowTo Mr John Richmond EdinburghTo Mr John RichmondTo Mr John KennedyTo his Cousin Mr James Burness writer MontroseTo Mrs Stewart of StairTo Mr Robert Aikin writer AyrTo Dr Mackenzie Mauchline inclosing him verses on dining with LordDaerTo Mrs Dunlop of DunlopTo Miss AlexanderIn the Name of the Nine _Amen_To James Dalrymple Esquire OrangefieldTo Sir John WhitefoordTo Mr Gavin Hamilton MauchlineTo Mr John Ballantine banker at one time Provost of AyrTo Mr Robert MuirTo Mr William Chambers writer AyrTo the Earl of EglintonTo Mr John BallantineTo Mrs DunlopTo Dr MooreTo the Rev G Lawrie Newmilns near KilmarnockTo the Earl of BuchanTo Mr James Candlish student in physic Glasgow CollegeTo Mr Peter Stuart Editor of The Star LondonTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs DunlopTo Dr MooreTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr William Nicol classical master High School EdinburghTo Mr William NicolTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mr James Smith Linlithgow formerly of MauchlineTo Mr John RichmondTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Dr MooreTo Mr Archibald LawrieTo Mr Robert Muir KilmarnockTo Mr Gavin HamiltonTo Mr Walker Blair of AtholeTo his Brother Mr Gilbert Burns MossgielTo Mr Patrick Miller DalswintonTo Rev John SkinnerTo Miss Margaret Chalmers HarviestonTo Mrs Dunlop of Dunlop House StewartonTo Mr James Hoy Gordon CastleTo the Earl of GlencairnTo Miss ChalmersTo Miss ChalmersTo Miss ChalmersTo Mr Richard Brown IrvineTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs DunlopTo the Rev John SkinnerTo Mrs Rose of KilravockTo Richard Brown GreenockTo Mr William CruikshankTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mr Richard BrownTo Mr Robert MuirTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr William Nicol perhapsTo Miss ChalmersTHE CLARINDA LETTERSGENERAL CORRESPONDENCE RESUMEDTo Mr Gavin HamiltonTo Mr William Dunbar WS EdinburghTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr James Smith Avon Printfield LinlithgowTo Professor Dugald StewartTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr Samuel Brown KirkoswaldTo Mr James Johnson engraver EdinburghTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs Dunlop at Mr Dunlops HaddingtonTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr Peter Hill bookseller EdinburghTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr Beugo engraver EdinburghTo Mr Robert Graham of FintryTo his Wife at MauchlineTo Miss Chalmers EdinburghTo Mr Morison wright MauchlineTo Mrs Dunlop of DunlopTo Mr Peter HillTo the Editor of the StarTo Mrs Dunlop at Moreham MainsTo Dr BlacklockTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr John TennantTo Mrs DunlopTo Dr Moore LondonTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Professor Dugald StewartTo Mr Robert Cleghorn Saughton MillsTo Bishop Geddes EdinburghTo Mr James BurnessTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs MLehose formerly ClarindaTo Dr MooreTo his Brother Mr William BurnsTo Mr Hill bookseller EdinburghTo Mrs MMurdo DrumlanrigTo Mr CunninghamTo Mr Richard BrownTo Mr Robert AinslieTo Mrs DunlopTo Miss Helen Maria WilliamsTo Mr Robert Graham of FintryTo David Sillar merchant IrvineTo Mr John Logan of Knock ShinriockTo Mr Peter Stuart editor LondonTo his Brother William Burns saddler NewcastleonTyneTo Mrs DunlopTo Captain Riddel Friars CarseTo Mr Robert Ainslie WSTo Mr Richard Brown PortGlasgowTo Mr R Graham of FintryTo Mrs DunlopTo Lady Winifred M ConstableTo Mr Charles K Sharpe of HoddamTo his Brother Gilbert Burns MossgielTo Mr William Dunbar WSTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr Peter Hill bookseller EdinburghTo Mr W NicolTo Mr Cunningham writer EdinburghTo Mr Hill bookseller EdinburghTo Mrs DunlopTo Dr John Moore LondonTo Mr Murdoch teacher of French LondonTo Mr CunninghamTo Mr Crauford Tait WS EdinburghTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr William Dunbar WSTo Mr Peter HillTo Dr MooreTo Mrs DunlopTo the Rev Arch AlisonTo the Rev G HairdTo Mr Cunningharn writer EdinburghTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr CunninghamTo Mr Thomas SloanTo Mr AinslieTo Miss DaviesTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr William Smellie printerTo Mr William NicolTo Mr Francis Grose FSATo Mrs DunlopTo Mr CunninghamTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr R Graham FintryTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr Robert Graham of FintryTo Mr Alex Cunningham WS EdinbiughTo Mr CunninghamTo Miss Benson York afterwards Mrs Basil MontaguTo Mr John Francis Erskine of MarTo Miss MMurdo DrumlanrigTo John MMurdo Esq DrumlanrigTo Mrs RiddelTo Mrs RiddelTo Mrs RiddelTo Mrs RiddelTo Mr CunninghamTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr James JohnsonTo Mr Peter Hill Jun of DalswintonTo Mrs RiddelTo Mrs DunlopTo Mrs Dunlop in LondonTo the Hon The Provost etc of DamfriesTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr James JohnsonTo Mr CunninghamTo Mr Gilbert BurnsTo Mrs BurnsTo Mrs DunlopTo Mr James Burness writer MontroseTo his Fatherinlaw James Armour mason MauchlineTHE THOMSON LETTERSBURNSS LETTERSIt is not perhaps generally known that the prose of Burns exceeds inquantity his verse The world remembers him as a poet and forgets oroverlooks his letters His place among the poets has never beendeniedit is in the first rank nor is he lowest though littleremembered among letterwriters His letters gave Jeffrey a higheropinion of him as a man than did his poetry though on both alike thecritic saw the seal and impress of genius Dugald Stewart thought hisletters objects of wonder scarcely less than his poetry And Robertsoncomparing his prose with his verse thought the former the moreextraordinary of the two In the popular view of his genius there ishowever no denying the fact that his poetry has eclipsed his proseHis prose consists mostly of letters but it also includes a noblefragment of autobiography three journals of observations made atMossgiel Edinburgh and Ellisland respectively two itineraries theone of his border tour the other of his tour in the Highlands andhistorical notes to,3
Etext prepared by Anne Soulard Charles Aldarondo Keren Vergon ShawnWheeler and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE COURT OF THE EMPRESS JOSEPHINEBYIMBERT DE SAINTAMANDTRANSLATED BY THOMAS SERGEANT PERRYILLUSTRATED1900CONTENTSCHAPTER    I  THE BEGINNING OF THE EMPIRE   II  THE JOURNEY TO THE BANKS OF THE RHINE  III  THE POPES ARRIVAL AT FONTAINEBLEAU   IV  THE PREPARATIONS FOR THE CORONATION    V  THE CORONATION   VI  THE DISTRIBUTION OF FLAGS  VII  THE FESTIVITIES VIII  THE ETIQUETTE OF THE IMPERIAL PALACE   IX  THE HOUSEHOLD OF THE EMPRESS    X  NAPOLEONS GALLANTRIES   XI  THE POPE AT THE TUILERIES  XII  THE JOURNEY IN ITALY XIII  THE CORONATION AT MILAN  XIV  THE FESTIVITIES AT GENOA   XV  DURING THE CAMPAIGN OF AUSTERLITZ  XVI  THE MARRIAGE OF PRINCE EUGENE XVII  PARIS IN THE BEGINNING OF 1806XVIII  THE MARRIAGE OF THE PRINCE OF BADEN  XIX  THE NEW QUEEN OF HOLLAND   XX  THE EMPRESS AT MAYENCE  XXI  THE RETURN OF THE EMPRESS TO PARIS XXII  THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG NAPOLEONXXIII  THE END OF THE WAR XXIV  THE EMPERORS RETURN  XXV  THE COURT AT FONTAINEBLEAU XXVI  THE END OF THE YEAR 1807ITHE BEGINNING OF THE EMPIRETwothirds of my life is passed why should I so distress myself aboutwhat remains The most brilliant fortune does not deserve all the troubleI take the pettiness I detect in myself or the humiliations and shame Iendure thirty years will destroy those giants of power which can be seenonly by raising the head we shall disappear I who am so petty and thosewhom I regard so eagerly from whom I expected all my greatness The mostdesirable of all blessings is repose seclusion a little spot we can callour own When La Bruyère expressed himself so bitterly when he spoke ofthe court which satisfies no one but prevents one from being satisfiedanywhere else of the court that country where the joys are visible butfalse and the sorrows hidden but real he had before him the brilliantPalace of Versailles the unrivalled glory of the Sun King a monarchywhich thought itself immovable and eternal What would he say in thiscentury when dynasties fail like autumn leaves and it takes much lessthan thirty years to destroy the giants of power when the exile of todayrepeats to the exile of the morrow the motto of the churchyard _Hodiemihi eras tibi_ What would this Christian philosopher say at a time whenroyal and imperial palaces have been like caravansaries through whichsovereigns have passed like travellers when their brief restingplaceshave been consumed by the blaze of petroleum and are now but a heap ofashesThe study of any court is sure to teach wisdom and indifference to humanglories In our France of the nineteenth century fickle as it has beeninconstant fertile in revolutions recantations and changes of everysort this lesson is more impressive than it has been at any period of ourhistory Never has Providence shown more clearly the nothingness of thisworlds grandeur and magnificence Never has the saying of Ecclesiastesbeen more exactly verified Vanity of vanities all is vanity We havebefore us the task of describing one of the most sumptuous courts that hasever existed and of reviewing splendors all the more brilliant for theirbrevity To this court of Napoleon and Josephine to this majestic courtresplendent with glory wealth and fame may well be applied Corneilleslines All your happiness  Subject to instability  In a moment falls to the ground  And as it has the brilliancy of glass  It also has its fragilityWe shall evoke the memory of the dead to revive this vanished court andwe shall consult one after another the persons who were eyewitnesses ofthese shortlived wonders A prefect of the palace M de Bausset wroteWhen I recall the memorable times of which I have just given a faintidea I feel after so many years as if I had been taking part in thegorgeous scenes of the _Arabian Tales_ or of the _Thousand and OneNights_ The magic picture of all those splendors and glories hasdisappeared and with it all the prestige of ambition and power One ofthe ladies of the palace of the Empress Josephine Madame de Rémusat hasexpressed the same thought I seem to be recalling a dream but a dreamresembling an Oriental tale when I describe the lavish luxury of thatperiod the disputes for precedence the claims of rank the demands ofevery one Yes in all that there was something dreamlike and the actorsin that fairy spectacle which is called the Empire that great show piecewith its scenery now brilliant now terrible but ever changing musthave been even more astonished than the spectators AixlaChapelle andthe court of Charlemagne the castle of Fontainebleau and the Pope NotreDame and the coronation the Champ de Mars and the distribution of eaglesthe Cathedral of Milan and the Iron Crown Genoa the superb and its navalfestival Austerlitz and the three emperorswhat a setting whataccessories what personages The peal of organs the intoning of prieststhe applause of the multitude and of the soldiers the groans of thedying the trumpet call the roll of the drum ball music military bandsthe cannons roar were the joyful and mournful harmonies heard while theplay went on What we shall study amid this tumult and agitation is onewoman We have already studied her as the Viscountess of Beauharnais asCitizeness Bonaparte and as the wife of the First Consul We shall nowstudy her in her new part that of EmpressLet us go back to May 18 1804 to the Palace of Saint Cloud The Emperorhad just been proclaimed by the Senate before the _plébiscite_ which wasto ratify the new state of things The curtain has risen the play beginsand no drama is fuller of contrasts of incidents of movement Theleading actor Napoleon was already as familiar,4
Produced by Digital  Multimedia Center Michigan State University Libraries Steve Schulze and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamDIRECTIONS FOR COOKERY IN ITS VARIOUS BRANCHESBYMISS LESLIETENTH EDITION WITH IMPROVEMENTS AND SUPPLEMENTARY RECEIPTS1840PREFACEThe success of her little book entitled Seventyfive Receipts inCakes Pastry and Sweetmeats has encouraged the author toattempt a larger and more miscellaneous work on the subject ofcookery comprising as far as practicable whatever is most usefulin its various departments and particularly adapted to thedomestic economy of her own country Designing it as a manual ofAmerican housewifery she has avoided the insertion of any disheswhose ingredients cannot be procured on our side of the Atlanticand which require for their preparation utensils that are rarelyfound except in Europe Also she has omitted every thing whichmay not by the generality of tastes be considered good of itskind and well worth the trouble and cost of preparingThe author has spared no pains in collecting and arrangingperhaps the greatest number of practical and original receiptsthat have ever appeared in a similar work flattering herself thatshe has rendered them so explicit as to be easily understood andfollowed even by inexperienced cooks The directions are given asminutely as if each receipt was to stand alone by itself allreferences to others being avoided except in some few instancesto the one immediately preceding it being a just cause ofcomplaint that in some of the late cookery books the readerbefore finishing the article is desired to search out pages andnumbers in remote parts of the volumeIn the hope that her system of cookery may be consulted with equaladvantage by families in town and in country by those whosecondition makes it expedient to practise economy and by otherswhose circumstances authorize a liberal expenditure the authorsends it to take its chance among the multitude of similarpublications satisfied that it will meet with as much success asit may be found to deservemore she has no right to expect_Philadelphia April 15th 1837_INTRODUCTORY HINTSWEIGHTS AND MEASURESWe recommend to all families that they should keep in the house apair of scales one of the scales deep enough to hold floursugar c conveniently and a set of tin measures as accuracyin proportioning the ingredients is indispensable to success incookery It is best to have the scales permanently fixed to asmall beam projecting for instance from one of the shelves ofthe storeroom This will preclude the frequent inconvenience oftheir getting twisted unlinked and otherwise out of order acommon consequence of putting them in and out of their box andcarrying them from place to place The weights of which thereshould be a set from two pounds to a quarter of an ounce oughtcarefully to be kept in the box that none of them may be lost ormislaidA set of tin measures with small spouts or lips from a gallondown to half a jill will be found very convenient in everykitchen though common pitchers bowls glasses c may besubstituted It is also well to have a set of wooden measures froma bushel to a quarter of a peckLet it be remembered that of liquid measureTwo jills are half a pintTwo pintsone quartFour quartsone gallonOf dry measureHalf a gallon is a quarter of a peckOne gallonhalf a peckTwo gallonsone peckFour gallonshalf a bushelEight gallonsone bushelAbout twentyfive drops of any thin liquid will fill a commonsized teaspoonFour tablespoonfuls or half a jill will fill a common wineglassFour wine glasses will fill a halfpint or common tumbler or alarge coffeecupA quart black bottle holds in reality about a pint and a halfOf flour butter sugar and most articles used in cakes andpastry a quart is generally about equal in quantity to a poundavoirdupois sixteen ounces Avoirdupois is the weightdesignated throughout this bookTen eggs generally weigh one pound before they are brokenA tablespoonful of salt is generally about one ounceGENERAL CONTENTSSoups including those of FishFish various ways of dressingShell Fish Oysters Lobsters Crabs cBeef including pickling and smoking itVealMutton and LambPork including Bacon Sausages cVenison Hares Rabbits cPoultry and GameGravy and SaucesStore Fish Sauces Catchups cFlavoured Vinegars Mustards  PepperVegetables including Indian Corn Tomatas Mushrooms cEggs usual ways of dressing including OmeletsPicklingSweetmeats including Preserves and JelliesPastry and Puddings also Pancakes Dumplings Custards cSyllabubs also Ice Creams and BlancmangeCakes including various sweet Cakes and GingerbreadWarm Cakes for Breakfast and Tea also Bread Yeast ButterCheese Tea Coffee cDomestic Liquors including homemade Beer Wines ShrubCordials cPreparations for the SickPerfumeryMiscellaneous ReceiptsAdditional ReceiptsAnimals used as Butchers MeatIndexMISS LESLIES COOKERYSOUPSGENERAL REMARKSAlways use soft water for making soup and be careful toproportion the quantity of water to that of the meat Somewhatless than a quart of water to a pound of meat is a good rule forcommon soups Rich soups intended for company may have a stillsmaller allowance of waterSoup should always be made entirely of fresh meat that has notbeen previously cooked An exception to this rule may sometimes bemade in favour of the remains of a piece of roast beef that hasbeen _very much_ underdone in roasting This may be_added_ to a good piece of raw meat Cold ham also may beoccasionally put into white soupsSoup made of cold meat has always a vapid disagreeable tastevery perceptible through all the seasoning and which nothingindeed can disguise Also it will be of a bad dingy colour Thejuices of the meat having been exhausted by the first cooking theundue proportion of watery liquid renders it for soupindigestible and unwholesome as well as unpalatable As there islittle or no nutriment to be derived from soup made with coldmeat it is better to refrain from using it for this purpose andto devote the leavings of the table to some other object Noperson accustomed to really good soup made from fresh meat canever be deceived in the taste even when flavoured with wine andspices It is not true that French cooks have the art of producing_excellent_ soups from cold scraps There is much _bad_soup to be found in France at inferior houses but _good_French cooks are not as is generally supposed really in thepractice of concocting any dishes out of the refuse of,16
Etext prepared by Andrew Templeton Juliet Sutherland Josephine PaolucciTonya Allen and Project Gutenberg Distributed ProofreadersTHE CORYSTON FAMILYA NOVELBYMRS HUMPHRY WARDILLUSTRATED BY ELIZABETH SHIPPEN GREEN1913TOGMT AND JPTILLUSTRATIONSHOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CONCOCTING THIS MOTHER _Frontispiece_THE CONVERSATION DROPPED JUST AS THE VOICE OF THE ORATOR ROSE TO HISPERORATIONAS SHE SAW MARCIA HER FACE LIT UPTHIS MORNING HE FOUND HER ALL GIRLISH GENTLENESS AND APPEALI DO WISH I COULD HELP YOUMARCIA WAS SINGING IN A LOW VOICE AS SHE CAMEHE SAT STILL STUDYING HIS MOTHERS STRONG LINED FACENOW SUDDENLYHERE WAS A FRIENDON WHOM TO LEANBook ILADY CORYSTONGreek turannon einai moria kai tontheleinCHAPTER IThe hands of the clock on the front of the Strangers Gallery were nearingsix The longexpected introductory speech of the Minister in charge of thenew Land Bill was over and the leader of the Opposition was on his feetThe House of Commons was full and excited The side galleries were no lesscrowded than the benches below and round the entrancedoor stood a compactthrong of members for whom no seats were available With every sentencealmost the speaker addressing the House struck from it assent or protestcheers and countercheers ran through its ranks while below the gangwaya few passionate figures on either side the freebooters of the two greatparties watched one another angrily sitting on the very edge of theirseats like arrows drawn to the stringWithin that privileged section of the Ladies Gallery to which only theSpeakers order admits there was no less agitation than on the floorbelow though the signs of it were less evident Some half a dozen chairsplaced close against the grille were filled by dusky forms invisible saveas a dim patchwork to the House beneath themwomen with their facespressed against the latticework which divided them from the Chamberendeavoring to hear and see in spite of all the difficulties placed intheir way by a graceless Commons Behind them stood other women bendingforward sometimes over the heads of those in front in the feverish effortto catch the words of the speech It was so dark in the little room thatno inmate of it could be sure of the identity of any other unless she wasclose beside her and it was pervaded by a constant soft _froufrou_of silk and satin as persons from an inner room moved in and out or somelady silently gave up her seat to a newcomer or one of those in frontbent over to whisper to a friend behind The background of all seemedfilled with a shadowy medley of plumed hats from which sometimes a faceemerged as a shaft of faint light from the illumined ceiling of the Housestruck upon itThe atmosphere was very hot and heavy with the scent of violets whichseemed to come from a large bunch worn by a slim standing girl In frontof the girl sat a lady who was evidently absorbed in the scene below Sherarely moved except occasionally to put up an eyeglass the better toenable her to identify some face on the Parliamentary benches or theauthor of some interruption to the speaker Meanwhile the girl held herhands upon the back of the ladys chair and once or twice stooped to speakto herNext to this pair but in a corner of the gallery and occupying whatseemed to be a privileged and habitual seat was a woman of uncouth figureand strange headgear Since the Opposition leader had risen her attentionhad wholly wandered She yawned perpetually and talked a great deal to alady behind her Once or twice her neighbor threw her an angry glance Butit was too dark for her to see it though if she had seen it she would havepaid no attentionLady Coryston said a subdued voice The lady sitting in front of thegirl turned and saw an attendant beckoningThe girl moved toward him and returnedWhat is it MarciaA note from Arthur mammaA slip of paper was handed to Lady Coryston who read it in the gloom withdifficulty Then she whispered to her daughterHe hopes to get his chance about seven if not then after dinnerI really dont think I can stay so long said the girl plaintivelyIts dreadfully tiringGo when you like said her mother indifferently Send the car back formeShe resumed her intent listening just as a smart sally from the speakerbelow sent a tumultuous wave of cheers and countercheers through hisaudienceHe can be such a buffoon cant he said the stout lady in the corner toher companion as she yawned again She had scarcely tried to lowerher voice Her remark was at any rate quite audible to her nextdoorneighbor who again threw her a swift stabbing look of no more availhowever than its predecessorsWho is that lady in the cornerdo you mind telling meThe query was timidly whispered in the ear of Marcia Coryston by a veiledlady who on the departure of some other persons had come to stand besideherShe is Mrs Prideaux said Miss Coryston stifflyThe wife of the Prime Minister The voice showed emotionMarcia Coryston looked down upon the speaker with an air that said Acountry cousin I supposeBut she whispered civilly enough Yes She always sits in that cornerWerent you here when he was speakingNoIve not long come inThe conversation dropped just as the voice of the orator standing on theleft of the Speaker rose to his perorationIt was a peroration of considerable eloquence subtly graduated through arising series of rhetorical questions till it finally culminated and brokein the ringing sentencesDestroy the ordered hierarchy of English land and you will sweep away agrowth of centuries which would not be where it is if it did not in themain answer to the needs and reflect the character of Englishmen Reformand develop it if you will bring in modern knowledge to work upon itchange expand without breaking it appeal to the sense of propertywhile enormously diffusing property help the peasant without slaying thelandlord in other words put aside rash meddlesome revolution and setyourselves to build on the ancient foundations of our country what mayyet serve the new time Then you will have an _English_ a nationalpolicy It,29
Produced by Delphine Lettau and Mike PullenThis Etext is in GermanWe are releasing two versions of this Etext one in 7bit formatknown as Plain Vanilla ASCII which can be sent via plain emailand one in 8bit format which includes higher order characterswhich requires a binary transfer or sent as email attachment andmay require more specialized programs to display the accentsThis is the 8bit versionThis book content was graciously contributed by the Gutenberg ProjektDEThat project is reachable at the web site httpgutenbergspiegeldeDieses Buch wurde uns freundlicherweise vom Gutenberg ProjektDEzur Verfügung gestellt  Das Projekt ist unter der InternetAdressehttpgutenbergspiegelde erreichbarDer Diamant des Geisterkönigs oderZauberposse mit Gesang in zwei AufzügenFerdinand RaimundPersonenLongimanus GeisterkönigPamphilius sein erster KammerdienerZephises ein Magier als GeistEduard sein SohnFlorian Waschblau sein DienerMariandel KöchinAmine eine EngländerinKolibri ein GeniusVeritatius Beherrscher der Insel der WahrheitModestina seine TochterAladin sein erster HöflingErster und Zweiter Nachbar von EduardOsillisAmazilliBittaLiraDie HoffnungEin HeroldFee AprikosaFee AmarillisErster und Zweiter ZaubererKoliphonius Wächter des ZaubergartensEin FeuergeistDie Stimme des singenden BaumesErste und Zweite DrudeDer WinterDer SommerDer HerbstDer FrühlingEin GriecheEine GriechinFeuergeister  Luftgeister  Genien  FeenInselbewohner  Eduards Nachbarn  WacheErster AufzugVorhalle im Palaste des GeisterkönigsErste SzeneZauberer  Feen  Geister  Einige mit Bittschriften EinFeuergeistChorSollen wir noch lange harrenBald verläßt uns die GeduldSind wir Geister seine NarrenUnverzeihlich ist die SchuldFee Aprikosa  Welche Beleidigung Damen solange warten zu lassenals wären sie seine DomestikenAlle  Das ist unerhörtErster Zauberer  Ich frage wie kann man ein Geisterkönig sein undso lange schlafenZweiter Zauberer  Und ich frage wie kann man vernünftig sein undunvernünftig reden  Geisterkönig ist er er muß für uns allewachen folglich muß er auch für uns alle schlafenErster Zauberer  Seine Pflicht heischt aber unsere Bitten zuhörenFee Amarillis  Und er kümmert sich gar nicht um uns spart seineGunst nur für die Menschen aufErster Zauberer  Er hat schon ungeheure Schätze der Luft entzogenund sie der Erde zugewendetZweiter Zauberer  Sehen Sie darum bauen sich die Leute jetzt soviele Luftschlösser  Wenn nicht das Sterben bei ihnen noch Modewäre so gings dem Volk besser als unsFee Aprikosa  Was wollen Sie denn  Er hat ja erst gestern einenMenschen den er auf der Erde kennen gelernt hat unter die Geisteraufgenommen weil ihn bei dem letzten Wetter der Blitz erschlagenhatErster Zauberer  Ja richtig er heißt Zephise war Taschenspielerund soll ein blitzdummer Kerl seinZweiter Zauberer  Sehr natürlich  Dumm war er so schon der Blitzhat ihn auch getroffen also ist er blitzdummFee Amarillis  Der Zauberkönig verschwendet zu viel  Seine Reisenauf die Erde kosten ihm enorme SummenZweiter Zauberer  Jawohl ich bin ein einziges Mal auf die Erdehinabgereiset weil ich soviel von der schönen Gegend von Simmeringgehört hab und ich weiß was mich das gekostet hatFee Aprikosa  Und richtet er nicht das ganze Reich nach der Erdeein  Wir werden noch alle Moden von Paris und Wien heraufbekommenFee Amarillis  Ja wenn nur in seinem Zauberreiche nochFranzösisch gesprochen würde das wäre doch nobel aber seit er inWien war spricht er wienerisch und wir sollen es nachmachenZweiter Zauberer  Ich habs schon nachgemachtFee Amarillis  Schämen Sie sich wenn man das im Auslande erfährtDas wird entsetzlich werdenErster Zauberer undr Fee Aprikosa  Ja unerhörtZweiter Zauberer  Ich weiß es kommt ein Krieg aus bloß wegen demAber wissen S er denkt halt so und so sollen manche denkenbesser schön lokal reden als schlecht hochdeutschFee Aprikosa Kurz die Menschen haben ihn ganz verdorben er istnicht mehr zu kennenErster Zauberer  Er läßt sie ja scharenweise zu sich heraufkommenund gewährt ihnen ihre BittenAlle  Wahr istsZweite SzeneVorige  Ein FeuergeistFeuergeist ganz rot gekleidet rotes Gesicht und rote Hände erhat die ganze Szene behorcht  Potz Pech und Schwefel das istzuviel  Ich bin Feuergeist Oberfeuerwerker und Kanonier desZauberkönigs  Wer kann sagen daß seit drei Jahren einemenschliche Seele in seinen Palast gekommen ist  Bin ich nicht aufseine Kosten nach Neapel gereist um den Vesuv aufzunehmen undeinen ähnlichen über seinen Palast zu bauen  Ist das nichtgeschehen  Blausäure und VitriolölFee Aprikosa  Und warum ist es geschehen  Damit wir ihn nichtsooft belästigen und mit unserm Wolkenwagen jetzt durch den Kraterfahren müssen wie die Hexen durch den RauchfangFeuergeist  Nein  Potz Pech und Schwefel  Damit er von derMenschheit die sich durch verschiedene magische Künste in seinReich filoutiert hatte um ihn mit Betteleien zu belästigen RuhebekommeZweiter Zauberer  Ja ja so ist der KaffeeErster Zauberer  Das müssen Sie Narren weismachenFeuergeist  Aber ins Geiers Namen das tue ich ja und wersnicht glauben will den sollen alle kongreveschen RaketenZweiter Zauberer gleich einfallend  Nun nun mein HerrFeuergeist und Oberkanonier moderieren Sie sich nur  Sie zündenja sonst den Palast an mit Ihren RaketenAlle  Werft ihn hinaus  Hinaus mit ihmFeuergeist  Was  Einen Feuergeist hinauswerfenZweiter Zauberer  Da haben wir schon andere hinausgeworfenFeuergeist  Beim Brand von Moskau das ist zuviel  Mit geballterFaust Wer mir in die Nähe kommt dem werf ich eine Leuchtkugel anden Kopf daß ihm das bengalische Feuer aus den Augen spritzen sollDritte SzenePamphilius  VorigePamphilius  He he  was ist denn das  Sie halten ja ein völligesStiergefecht im Vorgemach des ZauberkönigsErster Zauberer voll Freundlichkeit  Ach unser lieberPamphiliusAlle Weiber  Unser schöner Pamphilius  Schmeicheln ihmZweiter Zauberer  Grüß Sie der Himmel Herr von Pamphiliusdrängt die Weiber weg und umarmt ihrPamphilius  Ich komme Ihnen zu melden daß der Beherrscher seinevierundzwanzigstündige Ruhe beendiget hat und sich alsobald mitunglaublicher Schnelligkeit aus dem Bette begeben wirdErster Zauberer  Ah scharmantBeide Feen  Der liebenswürdige HerrZweiter Zauberer  O fidelibus  fidelibusFeuergeist  Jetzt reißt mir die Geduld  Herr Pamphilius potzPech und Schwefel ich bin ein treuer Diener des Zauberkönigs ichkann nicht schweigenPamphilius  Was haben Sie denn für einen Lärmen HerrOberfeuerwerkerFeuergeist  I potz Pech und SchwefelPamphilius  Bleiben Sie mir nur mit Ihrem Pech vom Leibe ichpicke schon am ganzen KörperZweiter Zauberer  Er muß glauben wir sind SchusterFeuergeist  Nun also potz Schwefel und PhosphorusPamphilius  Den Schwefel kann ich auch nicht vertragen ich habeeine schwache BrustFeuergeist  Nun so hören Sie ohne,77
Produced by Eric Eldred Marvin A Hodgesand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamMOHUNORTHE LAST DAYS OF LEE AND HIS PALADINSFINAL MEMOIRSOF ASTAFF OFFICER SERVING IN VIRGINIAFROM THE MSS OFCOLONEL SURRY OF EAGLES NESTBYJOHN ESTEN COOKEAUTHOR OF SURRY OF EAGLES NEST_Nec aspera terrent_PROLOGUEOn the wall over the mantelpiece here in my quiet study atEaglesNest are two crossed swords One is a battered old sabre wornat Gettysburg and Appomattox the other a Federal officers dresssword captured in 1863It was a mere fancy to place them there as it was a whim to hang uponthat nail yonder the uniform coat with its stars and braid whichStuart wore on his famous ride around McClellan in 1862 Under theswords hang portraits of Lee Jackson and Stuart Jackson wears hisold coat and his brow is raised as though he were looking out frombeneath his yellow old cadet cap Stuart is seated grasping his sabrewith his plumed hat resting on his knee His huge beard flows on hisbreast his eyes are clear and penetrating and beneath the picture Ihave placed a slip cut from one of his letters to me and containingthe words Yours to count on JEB Stuart Lastly the graycommanderinchief looks with a grave smile over his shoulder the eyesfixed upon that excellent engraving of the Good Old Rebel a privateof the Army of Northern Virginia seated on a log after the war andreflecting with knit brows on the past and the presentFrom this sketch of my surroundings worthy reader you will perceivethat I amuse myself by recalling the old times when the Grays and Blueswere opposed to each other Those two swords crossedthose pictures ofLee Jackson Stuart and the Old Rebelyou are certain to thinkthat the possessor of them is unreconstructed terrible word andstill a rebelBut is it wrong to remember the past I think of it without bitternessGod decreed itGod the allwise the allmercifulfor his ownpurpose I do not indulge any repinings or reflect with rancor uponthe issue of the struggle I prefer recalling the stirring adventurethe brave voices the gallant faces even in that tremendous drama of18645 I can find something besides blood and tears even here andthere some sunshineIn this last series of my memoirs I shall deal chiefly with thatimmense campaign In the first series which I trust the reader ofthese pages will have perused I followed Jackson through his hardbattles to the fatal field of Chancellorsville In this volume I shallbeg the reader first to go with Stuart from the great review of hiscavalry in June 1863 to the dark morning of May 11 1864 at YellowTavern Then the last days will followI open the drama with that fine cavalry review in June 1863 on thePlains of CulpeperIt is a pleasure to return to itfor Gettysburg blackened the sunshinesoon The column thundered by the gay bugles rang the greatbanner floated Where is that pageant today Where the old moons ofVillon Alas the strong hours work their will June 1863 is longdead The cavalry horses if they came back from the wars areploughing The rusty sabres stick fast in the battered old scabbardsThe old saddles are shabbyand our friends take them away from us Theold buttons are tarnished and an order forbids our wearing them Thebrass bands clash no more and the bugles are silent Where are thedrums and the bugles Do they beat the long roll at the approach ofphantom foes or sound the cavalry charge in another world They aresilent today and have long disappeared but I think I hear them stillin my dreamsIt is in June 1863 therefore worthy reader that I open my volumeUp to that time I had gone with Jacksons foot cavalry marchingslowly and steadily to battle Now I was to follow the gay andadventurous career of the Virginia RupertStuart the Knight of theBlack Plume If you are willing to accompany me I promise to show yousome animated scenes You will hear Stuart laugh as he leads thecharge or jest with his staff or sing his gay cavalry songs Butalas we shall not go far with him and when he leaves us a sort ofshadow will fall upon the landscape From that May 1864 laughter willseldom be heard The light which shines on the great picture will bered and baleful Blood will gush on desperate fieldsmen will falllike dry leaves in the winds of autumnThe crimson torrent will sweep away a whole generation almostand theRed Cross flag will go down in bloodThe current of events will drag us to Petersburg and those last monthswhich witnessed the final wrestle in this war of the giantsLet us bask in the sunshine before breasting the storm The pages ofblood and mourning will soon be openedmeanwhile we will laughIn this June 1863 faces smile still and cheers resound Bugles areringing swords clashing cannon thunderingLees old army is full of ardor and seventy thousand men shoutPennsylvania PennsylvaniaMOHUNORTHE LAST DAYS OF LEE AND HIS PALADINSBOOK IGETTYSBURGITHE CAVALRY REVIEWOn a beautiful day of June 1863 the plains of Culpeper in Virginiawere the scene of an imposing pageantStuarts cavalry was passing in review before Lee who was about tocommence his march toward GettysburgThose of my readers who were fortunate enough to be present will notforget that scene They will remember the martial form of Stuart at thehead of his _sabreurs_ how the columns of horsemen thundered by thegreat flag how the multitude cheered brightest eyes shone the merrybands clashed the gay bugles rang how the horse artillery roared asit was charged in mimic battlewhile Lee the gray old soldier withserene carriage sat his horse and looked onNever had the fields of Culpeper witnessed a spectacle moremagnificent The sunshine darted in lightnings from the long line ofsabres lit up beautiful faces and flashed from scarfs and wavinghandkerchiefs rosy cheeks and glossy ringlets All was life and joyand splendor For once war seemed turned to carnival and flowerswreathed the keen edge of the swordAmong the illustrious figures gazed at by the crowd two were theobserved of all the observersthose of Lee and StuartLee sat his,1
Produced by Eric Eldred Clay Masseiand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThe Desert and The SownMARY HALLOCK FOOTECONTENTSI    A COUNCIL OF THE ELDERSII   INTRODUCING A SONINLAWIII  THE INITIAL LOVEIV   A MAN THAT HAD A WELL IN HIS OWN COURTV    DISINHERITEDVI   AN APPEAL TO NATUREVII  MARKING TIMEVIII A HUNTERS DIARYIX   THE POWER OF WEAKNESSX    THE WHITE PERILXI   A SEARCHING OF HEARTSXII  THE BLOODWITEXIII CURTAINXIV  KIND INQUIRIESXV   A BRIDEGROOM OF SNOWXVI  THE NATURE OF AN OATHXVII THE HIDDEN TRAILXVIIITHE STAR IN THE EASTXIX  PILGRIMS AND STRANGERSXX   A STATION IN THE DESERTXXI  INJURIOUS REPORTS CONCERNING AN OLD HOUSEXXII THE CASE STRIKES INXXIIIRESTIVENESSXXIV INDIAN SUMMERXXV  THE FELL FROSTXXVI PEACE TO THIS HOUSEIA COUNCIL OF THE ELDERSIt was an evening of sudden mildness following a dry October gale Thecolonel had miscalculated the temperature by one logonly one hedeclared but that had proved a pitchy one and the chimney bellowed withflame From end to end the room was alight with it as if the storedupenergies of a whole pinetree had been sacrificed in the consumption ofthat fourfoot stickThe young persons of the house had escaped laughing into the fresh nightair but the colonel was hemmed in on every side deserted by hisdaughter mocked by the work of his own hands and torn between the dutiesof a host and the hosts helpless craving for his afterdinner cigarAcross the hearth filling with her silks all the visible room in his ownfavorite settle corner sat the one woman on earth it most behooved him tobe civil tothe future motherinlaw of his only child That Moya was awilling nay a reckless hostage did not lessen her fathers awe of thesituationMrs Bogardus according to her wont at this hour was composedly doingnothing The colonel could not make his retreat under cover of her real orfeigned absorption in any of the small scattering pursuits which distractthe female mind When she read she readshe never looked at books Whenshe sewed she sewedpresumably but no one ever saw her do it Her mindwas economic and practical and she saved it whole like many men offorce for whatever she deemed her best paying sphere of actionIt was a silence that crackled with heat The colonel wrathfullyperspiring in the glow of that impenitent stick frowned at it like aninquisitor Presently Mrs Bogardus looked up and her expression softenedas she saw the energetic despair upon his faceColonel dont you always smoke after dinnerThat is my bad habit madam I belong to the generation thatsmokesafter dinner and most other timesmore than is good for usColonel Middleton belonged also to the generation that can carry asentence through to the finish in handsome style and he did it with asuave Virginian accent as easy as his seat in the saddle Mrs Bogardusalways gave him her respectful attention during his best performancesthough she was a woman of short sentences herselfDont you smoke in this room sometimes she asked with a barelyperceptible sniff the merest contraction of her housewifely nostrilsAhh Those rascally curtains and cushions You ladieswomen I shouldsayMoya wont let me say ladiesyou bolster us up with comforts onpurpose to betray usYou can say ladies to me smiled the very handsome one before himThats the generation _I_ belong toThe colonel bowed playfully Well you know I dont detect myself buttheres no doubt I have infected the premisesOpen fires are good ventilators I wish you would smoke now If youdont I shall have to go away and Im exceedingly comfortableYou are exceedingly charming to say soon top of that last stick tooThe colonel had Irish as well as Virginian progenitors Well he sighedproceeding to make himself conditionally happy Moya will never forgiveme We spoil each other shamefully when were alone but of course we tryto jack each other up when company comes Its a great comfort to havesome one to spoil isnt it now I neednt ask which it is in yourfamilyThe spoiled one Mrs Bogardus smiled rather coldly A woman we had forgoverness when Christine was a little thing used to say That child isthe stuff that tyrants are made of Tyrants are made by the will of theirsubjects dont you think generally speakingWell you couldnt have made a tyrant of your son Mrs Bogardus Hesthe Universal Spoiler Hell ruin my striker Jephson I shall have tosend the fellow back to the ranks I dont know how you keep a servantgood for anything with Paul aroundPaul thinks he doesnt like to be waited on Pauls mother observedshrewdly He says that only invalids old people and children have anyclaim on the personal service of othersBy George I found him blacking his own bootsMrs Bogardus laughedBut Im paying a man to do it for him It upsets my contract with thatother fellow for Paul to do his work We have a claim on what we pay forin this worldI suppose we have But Paul thinks that nothing can pay the price ofthose artificial relations between man and man I think thats the way heputs itGood Heavens Has the boy read history Its a relation that began whenthe world was made and will last while men are in itI am not defending Pauls ideas Colonel I have a great sympathy withtyrants myself You must talk to him He will amuse youMy word Its a ticklish kind of amusement when _we_ get talking Whythe boy wants to turn the poor old world upside downmake us all stand onour heads to give our feet a rest Now I respect my feetthe coloneldrew them in a little as the ladys eyes involuntarily took the directionof his allusionI take the best care I can of them but I propose tokeep my head such as it is on top till I go under altogether Theseyoung philanthropists They assume that the Hands and the Feet of theworld the class that serves in that capacity have got the same nerves asthe,13
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Mary Meehan and PG Distributed Proofreaders                          AN ENEMY TO THE KING     From the recently discovered memoirs of the Sieur de la Tournoire                       By Robert Neilson StephensAuthor of The Continental Dragoon The Road to Paris PhilipWinwood etc                                  1897CONTENTSI     TWO ENCOUNTERS BY NIGHTII    LOVEMAKING AT SHORT ACQUAINTANCEIII   THE STRANGE REQUEST OF MLLE DARENCYIV    HOW LA TOURNOIRE WAS ENLIGHTENED IN THE DARKV     HOW LA TOURNOIRE ESCAPED FROM PARISVI    HOW HE FLED SOUTHWARDVII   HOW HE ANNOYED MONSIEUR DE LA CHATREVIII  A SWEET LADY IN DISTRESSIX    THE FOUR RASCALSX     A DISAPPEARANCEXI    HOW THE HERO GAVE HIS WORD AND KEPT ITXII   AT THE CHÂTEAU OF MAURYXIII  HOW DE BERQUIN INVITED DEATHXIV   GOD GRANT I DO NOT FIND YOU FALSEXV    TO CLOCHONNE AFTER MADEMOISELLEXVI   BEHIND THE CURTAINSXVII  SWORD AND DAGGERXVIII THE RIDE TOWARDS GUIENNEAN ENEMY TO THE KINGCHAPTER ITWO ENCOUNTERS BY NIGHTHitherto I have written with the sword after the fashion of greater menand requiring no secretary I now take up the quill to set forthcorrectly certain incidents which having been noised about stand indanger of being inaccurately reported by some imitator of Brantome and DelEstoile If all the world is to know of this matter let it knowthereof rightlyIt was early in January in the year 1578 that I first set out forParis My mother had died when I was twelve years old and my father hadfollowed her a year later It was his last wish that I his only childshould remain at the château in Anjou continuing my studies until theend of my twentyfirst year He had chosen that I should learn manners asbest I could at home not as page in some great household or as gentlemanin the retinue of some high personage A De Launay shall have no masterbut God and the King he said Reverently I had fulfilled hisinjunctions holding my young impulses in leash I passed the time insword practice with our old steward Michel who had followed my fatherin the wars under Coligny in hunting in our little patch of woodsreading the Latin authors in the flowery garden of the château or in myfavorite chamberthat one at the top of the new tower which had beenbuilt in the reign of Henri II to replace the original black tower fromwhich the earliest De Launay of note got the title of Sieur de laTournoire All this while I was holding in curb my impatient desires Soalmost resistless are the forces that impel the young heart that theremust have been a hard struggle within me had I had to wait even a monthlonger for the birthday which finally set me free to go what ways Ichose I rose early on that cold but sunlit January day mad witheagerness to be off and away into the great world that at last lay opento me Poor old Michel was sad that I had decided to go alone But theonly servant whom I would have taken with me was the only one to whom Iwould entrust the house of my fathers in my absenceold Michel himselfI thought the others too rustic My few tenants would have made awkwardlackeys in peace sorry soldiers in warMichel had my portmanteau fastened on my horse which had been broughtout into the courtyard and then he stood by me while I took my lastbreakfast in La Tournoire and in my haste to be off I would haveeaten little had he not pressed much upon me reminding me how manyleagues I would have to ride before meeting a good inn on the Parisroad He was sad poor old Michel at my going and yet he partook ofsome of my own eagerness At last I had forced down my unwilling throatfood enough to satisfy even old Michels solicitude He girded on me thefinest of the swords that my father had left placed over my violetvelvet doublet the new cloak I had bought for the occasion handed me mynew hat with its showy plumes and stood aside for me to pass out Inthe pocket of my red breeches was a purse holding enough golden crownsto ease my path for some time to come I cast one last look around theold hall and trying to check the rapidity of my breath and the risingof the lump in my throat strode out to the courtyard breathed thefresh air with a new ecstasy mounted the steaming horse gave Michel myhand for a moment and purposely avoiding meeting his eyes spoke alast kind word to the old man After acknowledging the farewells of theother servants who stood in line trying to look joyous I started myhorse with a little jerk of the rein and was borne swiftly through theporte over the bridge and out into the world Behind me was the homeof my fathers and my childhood before me was Paris It was a finebracing winter morning and I was twentyone A good horse was under mea sword was at my side there was money in my pocket Will I ever feelagain as I did that morningSome have stupidly wondered why being a Huguenot born and bred I didnot when free to leave La Tournoire go at once to offer my sword toHenri of Navarre or to some other leader of our party This is easilyanswered If,13
Produced by David Starner William Pattersonand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTRANSCRIBERS NOTEThe Esperanto alphabet contains 28 characters These are thecharacters of English but with q w x and y removed andsix diacritical letters added The diacritical letters are cg h j and s with circumflexes or hats as Esperantistsfondly call them and u with a breve Zamenhof himself suggestedthat where the diacritical letters caused difficulty one couldinstead use ch gh hh jh sh and u A plain ASCIIfile is one such place there are no ASCII codes for Esperantosspecial lettersHowever there are two problems with Zamenhofs hmethod Thereis no difference between u and u with a breve and there is noway to determine without prior knowledge of the words involvedand sometimes a bit of context whether an h following one ofthose other five letters is really the second half of a diacriticalpair or just an h that happened to find itself next to one ofthem Consequently other unambiguous methods have been used overthe years One is the xmethod which uses the digraphs cxgx hx jx sx and ux to represent the special lettersThere is no ambiguity because the letter x is not an Esperantoletter and each diacritical letter has a unique transliterationThis is the method used in this Project Gutenberg etextIMAGESThere are five images referenced in the text search for IlustrajxoNaturally they cannot be displayed within the ASCII file but I createdthese markers for referenceIlustrajxo terglobopng                              L ZAMENHOF                         FUNDAMENTA KRESTOMATIO                              DE LA LINGVO                               ESPERANTO                               DUA ELDONO                  FRANCUJOHACHETTE et Cie PARIS                ANGLUJOREVIEW of REVIEWS LONDON            DANUJOANDRFRED HOEST  SOEN KJOBENHAVN                 GERMANUJOMOELLER  BOREL BELIN                  HISPANUJOJ ESPASA BARCELONA                 ITALUJORAFFAELLO GIUSTI LIVORNO                     POLUJOM ARCT  WARSZAWA               SVEDUJOESPERANTOFOERENING STOCKHOLM         Estas mendeblaj                      CXE LA LIBREJO HACHETTE KAJ Ko                                                                               TUTMONDA                      JARLIBRO ESPERANTISTA  1905                              enhavanta la                       Adresarojn de Dro ZAMENHOF              Unu volumo 432 pagxa        2 fr 50                                                                       INTERNACIA SCIENCA REVUO                              En Esperanto                  REDAKCIO                   ADMINISTRACIO                 P FRUICTIER                  HACHETTE  Ko            27 boulevard Arago       79 boulevard SaintGermain                   PARIS,3
Anne Soulard Charles Franks Robert Fite and the Online DistributedProofreading TeamEARLY EUROPEAN HISTORYBYHUTTON WEBSTER PHDThere is no part of history so generally useful as that which relates tothe progress of the human mind the gradual improvement of reason thesuccessive advances of science the vicissitudes of learning andignorance which are the light and darkness of thinking beings theextinction and resuscitation of arts and the revolutions of theintellectual world  SAMUEL JOHNSON _Rasselas_PREFACEThis book aims to furnish a concise and connected account of humanprogress during ancient medieval and early modern times It should meetthe requirements of those high schools and preparatory schools whereancient history as a separate discipline is being supplanted by a moreextended course introductory to the study of recent times and contemporaryproblems Such a course was first outlined by the Regents of theUniversity of the State of New York in their _Syllabus for SecondarySchools_ issued in 1910Since the appearance of the Regents _Syllabus_ the Committee of Five ofthe American Historical Association has made its _Report_ 1911suggesting a rearrangement of the curriculum which would permit a yearswork in English and Continental history Still more recently the Committeeon Social Studies of the Commission on the Reorganization of SecondaryEducation in its _Report_ 1916 to the National Education Associationhas definitely recommended the division of European history into twoparts of which the first should include ancient and Orientalcivilization English and Continental history to approximately the end ofthe seventeenth century and the period of American explorationThe first twelve chapters of the present work are based upon the authors_Ancient History_ published four years ago In spite of many omissionsit has been possible to follow without essential modification the plan ofthe earlier volume A number of new maps and illustrations have been addedto these chaptersThe selection of collateral reading always a difficult problem in thesecondary school is doubly difficult when so much ground must be coveredin a single course The author ventures therefore to call attention tohis _Readings in Ancient History_ Its purpose in the words of thepreface is to provide immature pupils with a variety of extendedunified and interesting extracts on matters which a textbook treats withnecessary though none the less deplorable condensation A companionvolume entitled _Readings in Medieval and Modern History_ will bepublished shortly References to both books are inserted in footnotesAt the end of what has been a long and engrossing task it becomes apleasant duty to acknowledge the help which has been received fromteachers in school and college Various chapters either in manuscript orin the proofs have been read by Professor James M Leake of Bryn MawrCollege Professor J C Hildt of Smith College Very Rev Patrick JHealy Professor of Church History in the Catholic University of AmericaProfessor E F Humphrey of Trinity College Dr James Sullivan Directorof the Division of Archives and History State Dept of Education of NewYork Constantine E McGuire Assistant Secretary General InternationalHigh Commission Washington Miss Margaret E McGill of the NewtonMass High School and Miss Mabel Chesley of the Erasmus Hall HighSchool Brooklyn The author would also express appreciation of the laborsof the cartographers artists and printers to whose accuracy and skillevery page of the book bears witnessHUTTON WEBSTERLINCOLN NEBRASKA February 1917Illustration ANCIENT AND MEDIEVAL GEMS   1   Steatite from Crete two lions with forefeet on a pedestal above       a sun   2   Sardonyx from Elis a goddess holding up a goat by the horns   3   Rock crystal a bearded Triton   4   Carnelian a youth playing a trigonon   5   Chalcedony from Athens a Bacchante   6   Sard a woman reading a manuscript roll before her a lyre   7   Carnelian Theseus   8   Chalcedony portrait head Hellenistic Age   9   Aquamarine portrait of Julia daughter of the emperor Titus  10   Chalcedony portrait head Hellenistic Age  11   Carnelian bust portrait of the Roman emperor Decius  12   Beryl portrait of Julia Domna wife of the emperor Septimius       Severus  13   Sapphire head of the Madonna  14   Carnelian the judgment of Paris Renaissance work  15   Rock crystal Madonna with Jesus and St Joseph probably Norman       Sicilian workCONTENTSLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSLIST OF MAPSLIST OF PLATESSUGGESTIONS FOR FURTHER STUDYCHAPTERI THE AGES BEFORE HISTORY    1 The Study of History    2 Prehistoric Peoples    3 Domestication of Animals and Plants    4 Writing and the Alphabet    5 Primitive Science and Art    6 Historic PeoplesII THE LANDS AND PEOPLES OF THE EAST TO ABOUT 500 BC    7 Physical Asia    8 Babylonia and Egypt    9 The Babylonians and the Egyptians   10 The Phoenicians and the Hebrews   11 The Assyrians   12 The World Empire of PersiaIII ORIENTAL CIVILIZATION   13 Social Classes   14 Economic Conditions   15 Commerce and Trade Routes   16 Law and Morality   17 Religion   18 Literature and Art   19 Science and EducationIV THE LANDS OF THE WEST AND THE RISE OF GREECE TO ABOUT 500 BC   20 Physical Europe   21 Greece and the Aegean   22 The Aegean Age to about 1100 BC   23 The Homeric Age about 1100750 BC   24 Early Greek Religion   25 Religious InstitutionsOracles and Games   26 The Greek CityState   27 The Growth of Sparta to 500 BC   28 The Growth of Athens to 500 BC   29 Colonial Expansion of Greece about 750500 BC   30 Bonds of Union among the GreeksV THE GREAT AGE OF THE GREEK REPUBLICS TO 362 BC   31 The,4
Produced by Paul Hollander Juliet Sutherland Linton Dawe Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamFLYING FOR FRANCEWith the American Escadrille at VerdunBYJAMES R McCONNELLSergeantPilot in the French Flying CorpsIllustrated from photographs through the kindnessof Mr Paul RockwellToMRS ALICE S WEEKSWho having lost a splendid son in the French Army has given to a greatnumber of us other Americans in the war the tender sympathy and helpof a motherCONTENTSIntroduction By F C PCHAPTER  I Verdun II From Verdun to the SommeIII Personal Letters from Sergeant McConnell IV How France Trains Pilot Aviators  V Against OddsLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSJames R McConnell _Frontispiece_Some of the Americans Who are Flying for FranceTwo Members of the American Escadrille of the French Flying ServiceWho Were Killed Flying For FranceWhiskey The Lion and Mascot of the American Flying Squadron inFranceKiffin Rockwell of Asheville NC Who Was Killed in an Air DuelOver VerdunSergeant Lufbery in one of the New Nieuports in Which He Convoyed theBombardment Fleet Which Attacked OberndorfINTRODUCTIONOne day in January 1915 I saw Jim McConnell in front of the CourtHouse at Carthage North Carolina Well he said Im all fixed upand am leaving on Wednesday Where for I asked Ive got a job todrive an ambulance in France was his answerAnd then he went on to tell me first that as he saw it the greatestevent in history was going on right at hand and that he would bemissing the opportunity of a lifetime if he did not see it TheseSand Hills he said will be here forever but the war wont and soIm going Then as an afterthought he added And Ill be of someuse too not just a sightseer looking on that wouldnt be fairSo he went He joined the American ambulance service in the Vosgeswas mentioned more than once in the orders of the day for conspicuousbravery in saving wounded under fire and received the muchcovetedCroix de GuerreMeanwhile he wrote interesting letters home And his point of viewchanged even as does the point of view of all Americans who visitEurope From the attitude of an adventurous spirit anxious to see theexcitement his letters showed a new belief that any one who goes toFrance and is not able and willing to do more than his shareto giveeverything in him toward helping the wounded and sufferinghas nobusiness thereAnd as time went on still a new note crept into his letters thefirst admiration for France was strengthened and almost replaced by anew feelinga profound conviction that France and the French peoplewere fighting the fight of liberty against enormous odds The newspirit of Francethe spirit of the Marseillaise strengthened by agrim determination and absolute certainty of being rightpervadesevery line he writes So he gave up the ambulance service and enlistedin the French flying corps along with an everincreasing number ofother AmericansThe spirit which pervades them is something above the spirit ofadventure that draws many to war it is the spirit of a man who hasfound an inspiring duty toward the advancement of liberty and humanityand is glad and proud to contribute what he canHis last letters bring out a new pointthe assurance of victory of ajust cause Of late he writes things are much brighter and onecan feel a certain elation in the air Victory before was a sort ofacademic certainty now it is feltF C PNovember 10 1916FLYING FOR FRANCECHAPTER IVERDUNBeneath the canvas of a huge hangar mechanicians are at work on themotor of an airplane Outside on the borders of an aviation fieldothers loiter awaiting their aërial charges return from the sky Nearthe hangar stands a hutshaped tent In front of it severalshortwinged biplanes are lined up inside it three or four young menare lolling in wicker chairsThey wear the uniform of French army aviators These uniforms and thegrimlooking machine guns mounted on the upper planes of the littleaircraft are the only warlike note in a pleasantly peaceful sceneThe war seems very remote It is hard to believe that the greatest ofall battlesVerdunrages only twentyfive miles to the north andthat the field and hangars and mechanicians and aviators and airplanesare all playing a part thereinSuddenly there is the distant hum of a motor One of the pilotsemerges from the tent and gazes fixedly up into the blue sky Hepoints and one glimpses a black speck against the blue highoverhead The sound of the motor ceases and the speck grows largerIt moves earthward in steep dives and circles and as it swoopscloser takes on the shape of an airplane Now one can make out thered white and blue circles under the wings which mark a Frenchwarplane and the distinctive insignia of the pilot on its sides_Ton patron arrive_ one mechanician cries to another Your boss iscomingThe machine dips sharply over the top of a hangar straightens outagain near the earth at a dizzy speed a few feet above it and losingmomentum in a surprisingly short time hits the ground with tail andwheels It bumps along a score of yards and then its motor whirringagain turns rolls toward the hangar and stops A human formenveloped in a species of garment for all the world like a diverssuit and further adorned with goggles and a leather hood risesunsteadily in the cockpit clambers awkwardly overboard and slidesdown to terra firmaA group of soldiers enjoying a brief holiday from the trenches in acantonment near the field straggle forward and gather timidly aboutthe airplane listening openmouthed for what its rider is about tosayHell mumbles that gentleman as he starts divesting himself of hisflying garbWhats wrong now inquires one of the tenants of the tentEverything or else Ive gone nutty is the indignant replydelivered while disengaging a leg from its Teddy Bear trouseringWhy I emptied my whole roller on a Boche this morning point blankat not fifteen metres off His machine gun quit firing and hispropeller wasnt turning and yet the darn fool just hung up there asif he were tied to a cloud Say I was so sure I had him it made mesorefelt like running into him and yelling,4
Produced by Michelle Shephard Tiffany Vergon Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamFRA BARTOLOMMEOByLeader ScottAuthor Of A Nook In The ApenninesReEdited ByHorace Shipp And Flora Kendrick ARBS_The reproductions in this series are from official photographs ofthe National Collections or from photographs by Messrs AndersenAlinari or Braun_FOREWORDMichelangelo Leonardo Raphael the three great names of the noblestperiod of the Renaissance take our minds from the host of fine artistswho worked alongside them Nevertheless beside these giants a wholehost of exquisite artists have place and not least among them thethree painters with whom Mr Leader Scott has dealt in these pages FraBartolommeo linking up with the religious art of the preceding periodwith that of Masaccio of Piero de Cosimo his senior student in thestudio of Cosimo Roselli and at last with that of the definitelymodern painters of the Renaissance Raphael Leonardo andMichelangelo himself is a transition painter in this supreme periodTechnique and the work of hand and brain are rapidly taking the placeof inspiration and the desire to convey a message The aestheticsensation is becoming an end in itself The scientific paintersperfecting their studies of anatomy and of perspective having aconscious mastery over their tools and their mediums are taking theplace of such men as Fra AngelicoAs a painter at this end of a period of transitiona painter whosespiritual leanings would undoubtedly have been with the earlier menbut whose period was too strong for himFra Bartolommeo is ofparticular interest and Albertinelli for all the fiery surfacedifference of his outlook is too closely bound by the ties of hisfriendship for the Frate to have any other viewpointAndrea del Sarto presents yet another phenomenon that of the artistendowed with all the powers of craftsmanship yet serving an end neitherbasically spiritual nor basically aesthetic but definitelyprofessional We have George Vasaris word for it and Vasaris blameupon the extravagant and toowellbeloved Lucrezia Today we are soaccustomed to the idea of the professional attitude to art that we canaccept it in Andrea without concern Not that other and earlier artistswere unconcerned with the aspect of payments The history of Italianart is full of quarrels and bickerings about prices the calling in ofreferees to decide between patron and painter demands and refusals ofpayment Even the unworldly Fra Bartolommeo was the centre of suchquarrels and although his vow of poverty forbade him to receive moneyfor his work the order to which he belonged stood out firmly for the_scudi_ which the Frates pictures brought them In justice toAndrea it must be added that this was not the only motive for hisactivities it was not without cause that the men of his time calledhim _senza errori_ the faultless painter and the production ofa vast quantity of his work rather than good prices for individualpictures made his art pay to the extent it did A potboiler inmasterpieces his works have place in every gallery of importance andhe himself stands very close to the three greatest men of theRenaissanceBoth Fra Bartolommeo and Albertinelli are little known in this countryPractically nothing has been written about them and very few of theirworks are in either public galleries or private collections It is inItaly of course that one must study their originals although thegreat collections usually include one or two Most interesting from theviewpoint of the study of art is the evolution of the work of theartistmonk as he came under the influence of the more dramatic modernand frankly sensational work of Raphael of the Venetians and ofMichelangelo In this case many will say in that of the art of theworld this tendency detracted rather than helped the work Thedraperies the dramatic poses the artistic sensation arrests the mindat the surface of the picture It is indeed strange that this devoutchurchman should have succumbed to the temptation and there aremoments when one suspects that his somewhat spectacular pietismdisguised the spirit of one whose mind had little to do with themysticism of the mediaeval church Or perhaps it was that the strangefriendship between him and Albertinelli the man of the cloister andthe man of the world effected some alchemy in the mind of each Thestory of that lifelong friendship strong enough to overcome thedifficulties of a definite partnership between the strict life of themonastery and the busy life of the _bottega_ is one of the mostfascinating in art historyMr Leader Scott has in all three lives the opportunity for fascinatingstudies and his book presents them to us with much of the flavour ofthe period in which they lived Perhaps today we should incline tomodify his acceptance of the Vasari attitude to Lucrezia especiallysince he himself tends to withdraw the charges against her but leavesher as the villainess of the piece upon very little evidence Theinclusion of a chapter upon Ghirlandajo treated merely as a followerof Fra Bartolommeo scarcely does justice in modern eyes to this fineartist whose own day and generation did him such honour and paid himso well But the authors general conclusions as to the place in artand the significance of the lives of the three painters with whom he ischiefly concerned remains unchallenged and we have in the volume anecessary study to place alongside those of Leonardo of Michelangeloand of Raphael for an understanding of the culmination of theRenaissance in Italy                                               HORACE SHIPPCONTENTSFRA BARTOLOMMEOCHAPTER    I THOUGHTS ON THE RENAISSANCE   II THE BOTTEGA OF COSIMO ROSELLI AD 14751486  III THE GARDEN AND THE CLOISTER AD 14871495   IV SAN MARCO AD 14961500    V FRA BARTOLOMMEO IN THE CONVENT AD 15041509   VI ALBERTINELLI IN THE WORLD AD 15011510  VII CONVENT PARTNERSHIP AD 15101513 VIII CLOSE OF LIFE AD 15141517   IX PART ISCHOLARS OF FRA BARTOLOMMEO       PART IISCHOLARS OF MARIOTTO ALBERTINELLI,0
Produced by Kevin Handy Joshua Hutchinson Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThe Girls of Central High Aiding the Red CrossORAMATEUR THEATRICALS FOR A WORTHY CAUSEBYGERTRUDE W MORRISONCONTENTSCHAPTERI THE ODDEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENEDII THE RED CROSS GIRLIII ODDIV THE MYSTERY MANV SAND IN THE GEARSVI THE BANKNOTEVII SOMETHING EXCITINGVIII THE FOREFRONT OF TROUBLEIX THE ICE CARNIVALX BUT WHO IS HEXI A REHEARSALXII BUBBLE BUBBLEXIII MOTHER WIT HAS AN IDEAXIV CHAINS ON HIS WHEELSXV PIE AND POETRYXVI EMBER NIGHTXVII A STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENTXVIII WHERE WAS PURTXIX LAURA LISTENSXX TWO THINGS ABOUT HESTERXXI AND A THIRD THINGXXII THE CASE FOR AND AGAINST PURTXXIII THE LAST REHEARSALXXIV MR NEMO OF NOWHEREXXV IT IS ALL ROUNDED UPCHAPTER ITHE ODDEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENEDWell if that isnt the oddest thing that ever happened murmured LauraBelding sitting straight up on the stool before the high desk in herfathers glassenclosed office from which elevation she could look downthe long aisles of his jewelry store and out into Market StreetCenterports main business thoroughfareBut Laura was not looking down the vista of the electrically lighted shopand into the icy street Instead she gave her attention to that which layright under her eyes upon the desk top She looked first at the neatfigures she had written upon the page of the day ledger after carefullyproving them and thence at the packet of bills and piles of coin on thedesk at her right handIt is the oddest thing that ever happened she affirmed as though inanswer to her own first declarationIt was Saturday evening and it was always Lauras duty to straighten outher fathers books for him on that day for although she was a high schoolgirl she was usually so well prepared in her studies that she could givethe books proper attention weekly Laura had taken a course in bookkeepingand she was quite familiar with the business of keeping a simple set ofbooks like theseShe never let the day ledger and the cash get far apart It was her customto strike a balance weekly and this she was doing at this time Or she wastrying to But there seemed to be something entirely wrong with the cashitselfShe knew that the figures on the ledger were correct She had asked herfather and even Chet her brother who was helping in the store thisevening if either of them had taken out any cash without setting the sumdown in the proper recordIt is an even fifty dollarsneither more nor less she had told themwith a puzzled little frown corrugating her pretty foreheadThey had both denied any such actChet of course vigorouslyWhat kind of hardware are you trying to hang on me Mother Wit hedemanded of his sister I know Christmas will soon be on top of us and afellow needs all the money there is in the world to buy even one girl adecent present But I assure you I havent taken to nicking papas cashdrawerI dont know but mother is right Laura sighed Your language isbecoming something to listen to with fear and trembling And I am notaccusing you Chetwood Im only asking youAnd Im only answering youemphatically chuckled her brotherIt is no laughing matter when you cannot find fifty dollars she toldhimYoud better stir your wits a little then Sis he advised You knowJess and Lance will be along soon and we were all going shopping togetherand skating afterward Lance and I want to practice our grapevine whirlBut being advised to hurry did not help For half an hour since Chet hadlast spoken the girl had sat in a web of mystery that fairly made her headspin Her ledger figures were proved over and over again But the cashThen once more she bent to her taskThe piles of coin were all right she finally decided She counted them overand over again and they came to the same penny exactly So she pushed thecoin asideThen she slowly and carefully counted again the banknotes turning themone by one face down from left to right The amount added to the sum ofthe coins was equal to the figures on the ledger Then she did what shehad already done ten or a dozen times She recounted the bills turningthem from right to leftShe was fifty dollars shortChristmas was approaching and the Belding jewelry store was of courserather busier than at other seasons That was why Chet Belding was helpingout behind the counters Out there he kept a closer watch on the frontdoor than Laura with her financial trouble couldSuddenly he darted down the long room to welcome a group of young peoplewho pushed open the jewelrystore door They burst in with a hail of merryvoices and a clatter of tongues that drowned every other sound in the storefor a minute although there were but four of themEasy Easy begged Mr Belding who was giving his attention to acustomer near the front of the store Take your friends back to Laurascoop ChetwoodHushed for the moment the party drifted back toward Lauras desk Theyoung girl was still too deeply engaged with the ledger and cash to look upat firstWhat is the matter Mother Wit demanded the taller of the two girls whohad just come ina most attractivelooking maiden whom Chet had at oncetaken on his armEngine trouble chuckled Lauras brother The old thing just wontbudge Isnt that it LauraThe tall youthdark and delightfully romanticlooking any girl would havetold youwent around into the little office and looked over LaurasshoulderWhats gone wrong Laura he asked with sympathy in his voice andmannerYou want to get a move on Mother Wit cried the youngest girl of thetroop saucy looking and with ruddy cheeks and flyaway curls This wasClara Hargrew whom her friends called Bobby and whose father kept the biggrocery store just a block away from the Belding jewelry store Everybodywill have picked over the presents in all the stores and got the best ofeverything before we get thereThats right said the last member of the group and this was a short andsturdy boy who had the same mischievous twinkle in,26
Produced by Distributed ProofreadersHOLIDAYSInEASTERN FRANCEByM BETHAMEDWARDSIllustration CHÂTEAU OF MONTBÉLIARDIllustration ORNANSVALLEY OF THE LOUE The Country of the PainterCourbetPREFACETravelling in France without hotels or guidebooks might with verylittle exaggeration be chosen as a title to this volume which isindeed the record of one visit after another among charming Frenchpeople and in delightful places out of the ordinary track of thetourist Alike in the valley of the Marneamongst French Protestants atMontbéliardat Besançon amid the beautiful scenery of the DoubsatLonsleSaunier from whence so many interesting excursions were madeinto the Jurain the very heart of the Jura highlandsat ChampagnoleMorez and St Claude it was my good fortune to see everything underunique and most favourable auspices to be no tourist indeed but aguest welcomed at every stage and pioneered from place to place byeducated ladies and gentlemen delighted to do the honours of theirnative place Thus it came about that I saw not only places butpeople and not only one class but all peasant and proprietorProtestant and Catholic the _bourgeoisie_ of the towns themountaineers of the highlands the schoolmaster the pastor the curéWherever I went moreover I felt that I was breaking new ground themost interesting country I visited being wholly unfamiliar to thegeneral run of tourists for instance the charming pastoral scenery ofSeine and Marne the picturesque valleys of the Doubs and the Loue andthe environs of Montbéliard and Besançon the grand mountain fastnessescloseshut valleys or _combes_ the solitary lakes cascades andtorrent rivers of the JuraMany of the most striking spots described in these pages are not evenmentioned in Murray whilst the difficulty of communication renders themcomparatively unknown to the French themselves only a few artistshaving as yet found them out OrnansCourbets birth and favouriteabiding place in the valley of the Loueis one of these StHippolyte near Montbéliard is another and a dozen more might be namedequally beautiful and as yet equally unknown New lines of railwayhowever are to be opened within the next few years in severaldirections and thus the delightful scenery of FrancheComté will erelong be rendered accessible to all For the benefit of those travellerswho are undaunted by difficulties and prefer to go off the beaten trackeven at the risk of encountering discomforts I have reprinted withmany additions the following notes of visits and travel in the mostinteresting part of Eastern France which in part originally appearedin Frazers Magazine 1878In a former work Western France I treated of a part of France whichwas ultraCatholic in this one I was chiefly among the more Protestantdistricts of the whole country and it may be interesting to many tocompare the twoCONTENTSCHAPTER I The Valley of the MarneCHAPTER II Noisiel the City of ChocolateCHAPTER III Provins and TroyesCHAPTER IV Among French Protestants at MontbéliardCHAPTER V St Hippolyte Morteau and the Swiss BorderlandCHAPTER VI Besançon and its EnvironsCHAPTER VII Ornans Courbets Country and the Valley of the LoueCHAPTER VIII Salins Arbois and the Wine Country of the JuraCHAPTER IX LonsleSaunierCHAPTER X Champagnole and MorezCHAPTER XI St Claude the Bishopric in the MountainsCHAPTER XII Nantua and the Church of BrouAPPENDIXItinerariesOutlines of FrancComtois History Notes on the Geology ofthe JuraIndexHOLIDAYS IN EASTERN FRANCECHAPTER ITHE VALLEY OF THE MARNEHow delicious to escape from the fever heat and turmoil of Paris duringthe Exhibition to the green banks and sheltered ways of the gentlyundulating Marne With what delight we wake up in the morning to thenoise if noise it can be called of the mowers scythe the rustle ofacacia leaves and the notes of the stockdove looking back as upon anightmare to the horn of the tramway conductor and the perpetual grindof the stonemasons saw Yes to quit Paris at a time of tropic heatand nestle down in some country resort is indeed like exchangingDantes lower circle for Paradise The heat has followed us here butwith a screen of luxuriant foliage ever between us and the burning bluesky and with a breeze rippling the leaves always no one need complainWith the cocks and the hens and the birds and the bees we are all upand stirring betimes there are dozens of cool nooks and corners if welike to spend the morning out of doors and do not feel enterprisingenough to set out on an exploring expedition by diligence or rail Afterthe midday meal everyone takes a siesta as a matter of course wakingup between four and five oclock for a ramble wherever we go we findlovely prospects Quiet little rivers and canals winding in betweenlofty lines of poplars undulating pastures and amber cornfieldspicturesque villages crowned by a church spire here and there widesweeps of highly cultivated land interspersed with rich woodsvineyards orchards and gardensall these make up the sceneryfamiliarized to us by some of the most characteristic of FrenchpaintersJust such tranquil rural pictures have been portrayed over and overagain by Millet Corot Daubigny and in this very simplicity often liestheir charm No costume or grandiose outline is here as in Brittany nopicturesque poverty no poetic archaisms all is rustic and pastoralbut with the rusticity and pastoralness of every dayWe are in the midst of one of the wealthiest and best cultivated regionsof France moreover and when we penetrate below the surface we findthat in manner and customs as well as dress and outward appearance thepeasant and agricultural population generally differ no little fromtheir remote countrypeople the Bretons In this famous cheesemakingcountry the Fromage de Brie being the speciality of these rich dairyfarms there is no superstition hardly a trace of poverty and littlethat can be called poetic The people are wealthy laborious andprogressive The farmers wives however hard they may work at homewear the smartest of Parisian bonnets and gowns when paying visits Iwas going to say when at church but nobody does go hereIt is a significant fact that in the fairly well to do educateddistrict where newspapers are read by the poorest where wellbeing isthe rule poverty the exception the church is empty on Sunday and thepriests authority is _nil_ The priests may preach against abstinencefrom church in the pulpits and may lecture their congregation inprivate no effect is,9
Produced by Karl Hagen Juliet Sutherlandand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team Transcribers Notes The printed edition from which this etext has been produced retains thespelling and abreviations of Hakluyts 16thcentury original In thisversion the spelling has been retained but the following manuscriptabbreviations have been silently expanded vowels with macrons  vowel  n or m q  que in the Latin ye  the yt  that wt  withThis edition contains footnotes and two types of sidenotes Most footnotesare added by the editor They follow modern 19thcentury spellingconventions Those that dont are Hakluyts and are not alwayssystematically marked as such by the editor The sidenotes are Hakluytsown Summarizing sidenotes are labelled Sidenote  and placed before thesentence to which they apply Sidenotes that are keyed with a symbol arelabeled Marginal note  and placed at the point of the symbol except inpoetry where they are moved to the nearest convenient break in the text End Transcribers Notes THE PRINCIPALNavigations Voyages Traffiques and DiscoveriesOF THE ENGLISH NATIONCollected byRICHARD HAKLUYT PREACHERANDEdited byEDMUND GOLDSMIDT FRHSNORTHERN EUROPEVOL IEDITORS PREFACEThis elaborate and excellent Collection which redounds as much to theglory of the English Nation as any book that ever was published hasalready had sufficient complaints made in its behalf against our sufferingit to become so scarce and obscure by neglecting to _republish_ it in afair impression with proper illustrations and especially an _Index_ Butthere may still be room left for a favourable construction of such neglectand the hope that nothing but the casual scarcity of a work so long sinceout of print may have prevented its falling into those able hands thatmight by such an edition have rewarded the eminent _Examples_ preservedtherein the _Collector_ thereof and _themselves_ according to theirdesertsThus wrote Oldys The British Librarian No III March 1737 page 137nearly 150 years ago and what has been done to remove this reproach Thework has become so rare that even a reckless expenditure of money cannotprocure a copy Footnote Mr Quantch the eminent Bibliopole is nowasking 42 for a copy of the 15981600 editionIt has indeed long been felt that a handy edition of the celebratedCollection of the Early Voyages Travels and Discoveries of the EnglishNation published by Richard Hakluyt 1598 1599 1600 was one of thegreatest desiderata of all interested in History Travel or Adventure Thelabour and cost involved have however hitherto deterred publishers fromattempting to meet the want except in the case of the very limited reprintof 180912 Footnote Of this edition 250 copies were printed on royalpaper and 75 copies on imperial paper As regards the labour involvedthe following brief summary of the contents of the Second Edition will givethe reader some idea of its extent I refer those who desire a completeanalysis to OldysVolume I 1598 deals with Voyages to the North and North East andcontains _One hundred and nine_ separate narratives from ArthursExpedition to Norway in 517 to the celebrated Expedition to Cadiz in thereign of good Queen Bess Amongst the chief voyages may be mentionedEdgars voyage round Britain in 973 an account of the Knights ofJerusalem Cabots voyages Chancellors voyages to Russia ElizabethsEmbassies to Russia Persia c the Destruction of the Armada c cVolume II 1599 treats of Voyages to the South and South East beginningwith that of the Empress Helena to Jerusalem in 337 The chief narrativesare those of Edward the Confessors Embassy to Constantinople The Historyof the English Guard in that City Richard Coeur de Lions travels AnthonyBecks voyage to Tartary in 1330 The English in Algiers and Tunis 1400Solymans Conquest of Rhodes Foxes narrative of his captivity Voyages toIndia China Guinea the Canaries the account of the Levant Company andthe travels of Raleigh Frobisher Grenville c It contains _One hundredand sixtyfive_ separate piecesVolume III 1600 has _Two hundred and fortythree different narratives_commencing with the fabulous Discovery of the West Indies in 1170 byMadoc Prince of Wales It contains the voyages of Columbus of Cabot andhis Sons of Davis Smith Frobisher Drake Hawkins the Discoveries ofNewfoundland Virginia Florida the Antilles c Raleighs voyages toGuiana Drakes great Voyage travels in South America China Japan andall countries in the West an account of the Empire of El Dorado cThe three volumes of the Second Edition therefore together contain _Fivehundred and seventeen_ separate narratives When to this we add thosenarratives included in the First Edition but omitted in the Second allthe voyages printed by Hakluyt or at his suggestion such as DiversVoyages touching the Discoverie of America The Conquest of TerraFlorida The Historie of the West Indies c c and many of thepublications of the Hakluyt Society some idea may be formed of themagnitude of the undertaking I trust the notes and illustrations I haveappended may prove useful to students and ordinary readers I can assureany who may be disposed to cavil at their brevity that many a _line_ hascost me hours of research In conclusion a short account of the previouseditions of Hakluyts Voyages may be found usefulThe _First_ Edition London G Bishop and R Newberie 1589 was in onevolume folio It contains besides the Dedication to Sir Francis Walsinghamsee page 3 a preface see page 9 tables and index 825 pages ofmatter The map referred to in the preface was one which Hakluytsubstituted for the one engraved by Molyneux which was not ready in timeand which was used for the Second EditionThe _Second_ Edition London G Bishop R Newberie and R Barker 15981599 1600 folio 3 vols in 2 is the basis of our present edition Thecelebrated voyage to Cadiz pages 60719 of first volume is wanting inmany copies It was suppressed by order of Elizabeth on the disgrace ofthe Earl of Essex The first volume sometimes bears the date of 1598Prefixed is an Epistle Dedicatorie a preface complimentary verses ctwelve leaves It contains 619 pages Volume II has eight leaves ofprefatory matter 312 pages for _Part I_ and 204 pages for _Part II_ ForVolume III there are also eight leaves for title dedication c and 868pagesThe _Third_ Edition London printed by G Woodfall 180912 royal 410,5
Etext prepared by Jonathan Ingram William Flis and the Project GutenbergOnline Distributed Proofreading Team_The Adventures of Hugh Trevor_byThomas Holcroft  TIS SO PAT TO ALL THE TRIBE  EACH SWEARS THAT WAS LEVELLED AT ME  GAYVOLUME IPREFACEEvery man of determined inquiry who will ask without the dread ofdiscovering more than he dares believe what is divinity what is lawwhat is physic what is war and what is trade will have great reasonto doubt at some times of the virtue and at others of the utility ofeach of these different employments What profession should a man ofprinciple who is anxiously desirous to promote individual and generalhappiness chuse for his son The question has perplexed many parentsand certainly deserves a serious examination Is a novel a good modefor discussing it or a proper vehicle for moral truth Of this someperhaps will be inclined to doubt Others whose intellectual powerswere indubitably of the first order have considered the art of novelwriting as very essentially connected with moral instruction Of thisopinion was the famous Turgot who we are told affirmed that moregrand moral truths had been promulgated by novel writers than by anyother class of menBut though I consider the choice of a profession as the interestingquestion agitated in the following work I have endeavoured to keepanother important inquiry continually in view This inquiry is thegrowth of intellect Philosophers have lately paid much attentionto the progress of mind the subject is with good reason become afavourite with them and the more the individual and the generalhistory of man is examined the more proofs do they discover insupport of his perfectability Man is continually impelled by thevicissitudes of life to great vicissitudes of opinion and conduct Heis a being necessarily subject to change and the inquiry of wisdomought continually to be how may he change for the better Fromindividual facts and from them alone can general knowledge beobtainedTwo men of different opinions were once conversing The one scoffed atinnate ideas instinctive principles and occult causes the other wasa believer in natural gifts and an active fabricator of suppositionsSuggest but the slightest hint and he would erect a hypothesis whichno argument at least none that he would listen to could overthrowSo convinced was he of the force of intuitive powers and naturalpropensities as existing in himself that having proposed to writea treatise to prove that apple trees might bear oysters or somethingequally true and equally important he was determined he said toseek for no exterior aid or communication from books or things ormen being convinced that the activity of his own mind would affordintuitive argument of more worth than all the adulterated andsuspicious facts that experience could affordTo this his antagonist replied he knew but of one mode of obtainingknowledge which was by the senses Whether this knowledge enteredat the eye the ear the papillary nerves the olfactory or by thatmore general sense which we call feeling was he argued of littleconsequence but at some or all of these it must enter for he hadnever discovered any other inlet If however the system of hisopponent were true he could only say that in all probability hisintended treatise would have been written in the highest perfectionhad he begun and ended it before he had been bornIf this reasoning be just I think we may conclude that the man offorty will be somewhat more informed than the infant who has butjust seen the light Deductions of a like kind will teach us thatthe collective knowledge of ages is superior to the rude dawning ofthe savage state and if this be so of which I find it difficultto doubt it surely is not absolutely impossible but that men maycontinue thus to collect knowledge and that ten thousand years henceif this good world should last so long they may possibly learntheir alphabet in something less time than we do even now in theseenlightened daysFor these reasons I have occasionally called the attention of thereader to the lessons received by the principal character of thefollowing work to the changes they produced in him and to theprogress of his understanding I conclude with adding that in myopinion all well written books that discuss the actions of men arein reality so many histories of the progress of mind and if what Inow suppose be truth it is highly advantageous to the reader to beaware of this truthCHAPTER I_My birth Family dignity insulted Resentment of my grandfatherParental traits of character_There are moments in which every man is apt to imagine that thehistory of his own life is the most important of all histories Thegloom and sunshine with which my short existence has been chequeredlead me to suppose that a narrative of these vicissitudes may beinteresting to others as well as to myselfIn the opinion of some people my misfortunes began before I was bornThe rector of,0
Produced by Suzanne Shell Charlie Kirschnerand the PG Distributed ProofreadersIllustration HE CAPERED THROUGH THE MELODY OF DVORÀKS WHICH IS ASIRONIC AS A GRINNING MASK                               HUMORESQUE                          A LAUGH ON LIFE WITH                            A TEAR BEHIND IT                             By FANNIE HURST                                  1920CONTENTSHUMORESQUEOATS FOR THE WOMANA PETAL ON THE CURRENTWHITE GOODSHEADSA BOOB SPELLED BACKWARDEVEN AS YOU AND ITHE WRONG PEWHUMORESQUEOn either side of the Bowery which cuts through like a drain to catchits sewage Every Mans Land a reeking march of humanity and humiditysteams with the excrement of seventeen languages flung in _patois_ fromtenement windows fire escapes curbs stoops and cellars whose wallsare terrible and spongy with fungiBy that impregnable chemistry of race whereby the red blood of theMongolian and the red blood of the Caucasian become as oil and water inthe mingling Mulberry Street bounded by sixteen languages runs itsintact Latin length of pushcarts clotheslines naked babies dryingvermicelli blackeyed women in rhinestone combs and perennially bigwith child whole families of buttonholemakers who first saw theblueandgold light of Sorrento bent at home work round a single gasflare pomaded barbers of a thousand Neapolitan amours And then justas suddenly almost without osmosis and by the mere stepping down fromthe curb Mulberry becomes Mott Street hung in grillwork balconies themoldy smell of poverty touched up with incense Orientals whose feetshuffle and whose faces are carved out of satinwood Forbidden womentheir white drugged faces behind upper windows Yellow childrenincongruous enough in Western clothing A draughty areaway with anoblique of gaslight and a black well of descending staircaseShowwindows of jade and tea and Chinese porcelainsMore streets emanating out from Mott like a handful of crooked rheumaticfingers then suddenly the Bowery again cowering beneath Elevatedtrains where men burned down to the butt end of soiled lives pass inand out and out and in of the kneehigh swinging doors a veinynosedacideaten race in themselvesAllen Street too still more easterly and half as wide is straddledits entire width by the steely longlegged skeleton of Elevatedtraffic so that its thirdfloor windows no sooner shudder into silencefrom the rushing shock of one train than they are shaken into chatter bythe passage of another Indeed thirdfloor dwellers of Allen Streetreaching out can almost touch the serrated edges of the Elevatedstructure and in summer the smell of its hot rails becomes an actualtaste in the mouth Passengers in turn look in upon this horizontal oflife as they whiz by Once in fact the blurry figure of what mighthave been a woman leaned out as she passed to toss into one AbrahmKantors apartment a shortstemmed pink carnation It hit softly onlittle Leon Kantors crib brushing him fragrantly across the mouth andcausing him to pucker upBeneath where even in August noonday the sun cannot find its way by achink and babies lie stark naked in the cavernous shade Allen Streetpresents a sort of submarine and greenish gloom as if its humanity wereactually moving through a sea of aqueous shadows faces rather bleachedand shrunk from sunlessness as water can bleach and shrink And thenlike a shimmering background of orangefinned and copperflanked marinelife the brassshops of Allen Street whole rows of them burnflamelessly and without benefit of fuelTo enter Abrahm KantorsBrasses was three steps down so that hiscasement showwindow at best filmed over with the constant rain of dustground down from the rails above was obscure enough but crammed withcopied loot of khedive and of czar The sevenbranch candlestick sobiblical and supplicating of arms An urn shaped like Rebeccas ofbrass all beaten over with little pocks Thingscups trays knockersikons gargoyles bowls and teapots A symphony of bells in graduatedsizes Jardinières with fat sides A potbellied samovar Aswinginglamp for the dead starshaped Against the door an octave oftubular chimes prisms of voiceless harmony and of heatless lightOpening this door they rang gently like melody heard through water andbehind glass Another bell rang too in tilted singsong from a pulleyoperating somewhere in the catacomb rear of this lambent vale of thingsand things and things In turn this pulley set in toll still anotherbell two flights up in Abrahm Kantors tenement which overlooked thefront of whizzing rails and a rear wilderness of gibbetlookingclotheslines dangling perpetual specters of flapping union suits in amidair flaky with sootOften at lunch or even the evening meal this bell would ring in onAbrahm Kantors digestive wellbeing and while he hurried down napkinoften bibfashion still about his neck and into the smouldering lanesof copper would leave an eloquent void at the head of hiswellsurrounded tableThis bell was ringing now jingling in upon the slumber of a still newerKantor snuggling peacefully enough within the ammoniac depths of acradle recently evacuated by Leon heretofore impinged upon youOn her knees before an oven that billowed forth hotly into her faceMrs Kantor fairly fat and not yet forty and at the immemorial task ofplumbing a delicately swelling layercake with broomstraw raised herface reddened and faintly moistIsadore run down and say your papa is out until six If its acustomer remember the first askingprice is the two middle figures onthe tag and the last askingprice is the two outside figures See oncewith your papa out to buy your little brother his birthday present andyour mother in a cake if you cant,3
This etext was prepared by Michelle Mokowska micaelapocztawppland Mike Pullen globaltraveler5565yahoocom and proofread by DrMary Cicora mcicorayahoocomHuttens letzte TageEine DichtungFranz Wille und Eliza Willezu eigenDa mirs zum ersten Mal das Herz bewegtHab ich das Buch auf euern Herd gelegtUnd nun so oft es tritt ans TageslichtVergißt es seine alten Wege nicht ich bin kein ausgeklügelt BuchIch bin ein Mensch mit seinem WiderspruchDie UfenauI Die LandungSchiffer Wie nennst du dort im WellenblauDas EilandHerr es ist die UfenauEin grüner Ort Dank Zwingli für die RastDie  du der Gute mir bereitet hastIn braunen Wölklein wirbelt auf ein RauchBewohnt von Menschen scheint das Eiland auchWillkommen mein gewünschtes IthakaEin irrender Odysseus bin ich jaViel kämpften edler Dulder beide wirIn andern Stücken gleich ich wenig dirUnd nicht im Eignen werd ich wohnen dortIch bleibe Gast auf Erden immerfortDir Vielgewandter ward ein besser LosDer du im Fabeln und im Lügen großAuch ohne deine Göttin fahr ich hierEin Kirchlein winkt herüber still zu mirUnd dort Ein Mann erwartet mich am StrandEr grüßt Den Priester kündet das GewandEs ist der Arzt den Zwingli mir verhießHier waltet Friede wie im ParadiesDie Wache hält ein Eichbaum düsterkühnUnd färbt den kleinen Hafen dunkelgrünDer Ferge mäßigt seinen RuderschwungIn breiter Abendschatten DämmerungMein Wirt der Pfarrer hat ein mild GesichtMit diesem Antlitz disputier ich nichtDie Hand Herr Hutten Tretet aus dem KahnIhr seids Das Falkenauge zeigt es anWes ist der BodenKlostergut Doch jetztSchier herrenlos hier wohnt Ihr unverletztWie stark ist Pfarrer die Besatzung hierDer Schaffner drüben ich und Ritter IhrDu gibst mir Herberg unter deinem DachIhr habt in meinem Haus das GastgemachHierdurch Jetzt Ritter bückt Euch tretet einDie Tür ist niedrig das Gemach ist kleinDoch steht der Bau nach allen Seiten freiIhr schlürfet Bergluft ein als ArzeneiUnd schauet auf den hellsten See der SchweizBlickt aus Er ist nicht ohne AugenreizDem einen Ufer fern dem andern nahHaust Ritter Ihr nicht allzu einsam daMachts Euch bequem Hier werdet Ihr gesundIch glaubs So oder so Wahr spricht dein MundII Die erste NachtIch hörts im Traum und hör es noch erwachtEin Glockenreigen wandert durch die NachtNicht Domesglocken sind es dumpf und schwerDes Schaffners Herde weidet um mich herSie läutete vom nahen WiesenrainIn die Gefilde meines Traums hereinMir träumte von der Ahnen Burg so schönDie auch umklungen wird von HerdgetönVor zwanzig Jahren aus der Väter HausZog ich mit leichtem Wanderbündel ausEin redlich Stück von Arbeit ist getanNun hebt das Herdeläuten wieder anDer Reigen der die Wiege mir umfingHallt wieder hell und schließt den SchicksalsringIII Huttens HausratIch schau mich um in meinem KämmerleinUnd räume meine Siebensachen einIch gebe jedem seinen eignen OrtDie Klinge lehn ich in den Winkel dortDie Feder leg ich meinen besten StolzAuf diesen Tisch von rohem TannenholzMein ganzes knappes Hausgerät ist hierMit Schwert und Feder half und riet ich mirIn einer schwertgewohnten Hand begehrtDie Feder ihre Fehde wie das SchwertErst flog sie wie der Pfeil in Feindes HeerDoch meine Feder wuchs und ward zum SpeerFrohlockend stieß ich sie ein tötend ErzDer Priesterlüge mitten durch das HerzUnd Schwert und Feder wenn mein Arm erschlafftSind Huttens ganze HinterlassenschaftMein Schwert das länger ich nicht führen kannErgreifen mags getrost ein andrer MannVon keinem Finger werde sie berührtDie Feder welche Huttens Hand geführtDie streitet fort Sie streitet doppelt kühnWann ich vermodert bin im InselgrünIV Ritter Tod und TeufelWeil etwas kahl mein Kämmerlein ich fandSprach ich zum Pfarrer Ziere mir die WandDa meine Brief und Helgen Hutten schautWas Euch belustigt oder auferbautErgötzt Euch Ritter Tod und Teufel¹ hierNehmt hin das Blatt Der Ritter Herr seid IhrDas sagst du Pfarrer gut Ich häng es aufUnd nagl es an mit meines Schwertes KnaufDem garstgen Paar davor den Memmen grautHab immerdar ich fest ins Aug geschautMit diesen beiden starken Knappen reitIch auf des Lebens Straßen allezeitBis ich den einen zwing mit tapferm SinnUnd von dem andern selbst bezwungen bin1 Der berühmte Kupferstich Albrecht DürersV ConsultationGib deine Weisheit kund Was ist der SchlußMein Gastfreund Seelenhirt und MedicusBerichtet hab ich dir was ich vermochtDu hast mir lauschend an die Brust gepochtWie stehts Sag anHerr Hutten Eure KraftErliegt dem Stoß der HerzensleidenschaftUnd Euer Geist das scharfe Schwert zerstörtDen Leib die Scheide die zum Schwert gehörtDes Leibes strengstes Fasten tut es nichtSolang die Seele noch die Fasten brichtBeschränket Euch auf dieses Eiland hierHorcht nicht hinaus horcht nicht hinüber mirVergesset Ritter was die Welt bewegtUnd Euch in jeder Fiber aufgeregtIn dieser Bucht erstirbt der Sturm der ZeitVergesset Hutten daß Ihr Hutten seidFür deinen weisen Ratschlag habe DankIch sehe schon ich bin zum Sterben krankWie Wenn der Papst die Christenheit betrügtSo ruf ich nicht Der arge Römer lügtWie Wirft die Wahrheit auf ihr kühn PanierSo jubl ich nicht auf meiner Insel hierWie Springt ein deutsches Heer in heißen KampfSo atm und schlürf ich nicht den PulverdampfWie Sinkt der Sickingen bedeckt mit BlutSo brennt michs nicht wie eigner Wunde GlutFreund was du mir verschreibst ist wundervollNicht leben soll ich wenn ich leben sollDas Buch der VergangenheitVI  Das GeflüsterErinnrung plaudert leise hinter mirAuf diesen stillen Inselpfaden hierSie rauscht im Eichenlaub im BuchenhagAm Ufer plätschert sie im WellenschlagUnd mag ich schreiten oder stille stehnSo kann ich ihrem Flüstern nicht entgehnDa streck ich lieber gleich mich aus ins GrasErinnrung rede laut Erzähle wasHier lagre dich zeig dein GeschichtenbuchUnd wir ergötzen uns an Bild und SpruchVII GloriolaWir malten eine Sonnenuhr zum SpaßAls ich in Fuldas Klosterschule saßRingsum ein Spruch gedankentief und feinUnd schlagend mußte nun ersonnen seinHerr Abbas sprach Zwei Worte sind gegönntIhr Schüler sucht und eifert ob ihrs könntHell träumend ging ich um mich mied der SchlafBis mich wie Blitzesstrahl das Rechte trafUltima latet Stund um Stunde zeigtDie Uhr die doch die letzte dir verschweigtHerr Abbas sprach Das hast du klug gemachtEs ist antik und christlich ists gedachtManch Kränzlein hab ich später noch erjagtWie dieses erste hat mir keins behagtDenn Süßres gibt es auf der Erde nichtAls ersten Ruhmes zartes MorgenlichtVIII Der StoffAls ich von hoher Schule Weisheit troffBat ich die Muse Jungfrau gib mir StoffWohlan Herr Ritter sagte sie bedenktOb etwa jemand Euch das Herz gekränktIch sprach Die Lötze schenkten mir GewandUnd nahmens wieder mir mit RäuberhandZornmütiger Querelen zweimal zehnLieß gegen Sohn und Vater,3
This eBook was produced by Suzanne L Shell Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE IDOL OF PARISby SARAH BERNHARDT1921English EditionCONTENTSPART ONE PARISCHAPTER ONECHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENPART TWO BRUSSELSCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVECHAPTER THIRTEENCHAPTER FOURTEENCHAPTER FIFTEENPART THREE THE COUNTRYCHAPTER SIXTEENCHAPTER SEVENTEENCHAPTER EIGHTEENCHAPTER NINETEENCHAPTER TWENTYCHAPTER TWENTYONECHAPTER TWENTYTWOPART FOUR THE CHÂTEAUCHAPTER TWENTYTHREECHAPTER TWENTYFOURCHAPTER TWENTYFIVECHAPTER TWENTYSIXCHAPTER TWENTYSEVENCHAPTER TWENTYEIGHTCHAPTER TWENTYNINECHAPTER THIRTYPART I PARISCHAPTER IIn the diningroom of a fine house on the Boulevard Raspail all theDarbois family were gathered together about the round table on whicha white oil cloth bordered with goldmedallioned portraits of the lineof French kings served as table cover at family mealsThe Darbois family consisted of François Darbois professor ofphilosophy a scholar of eminence and distinction of Madame Darboishis wife a charming gentle little creature without any pretentionsof Philippe Renaud brother of Madame Darbois an honest and ablebusiness man of his son Maurice Renaud twentytwo and a painter afine youth filled with confidence because of the success he had justachieved at the last Salon of a distant cousin the familycounsellor a tyrannical landlord and selfcentered bachelor AdhemarMeydieux and the child of whom he was godfather and around whom allthis particular little world revolvedEsperance Darbois the only daughter of the philosopher was fifteenyears old She was long and slim without being angular The flowerhead that crowned this slender stem was exquisitely fair with thefairness of a little child soft palegold fair Her face hadindeed no strictly sculptural beauty her long flaxcoloured eyeswere not large her nose had no special character only her sensitiveand clearcut nostrils gave the pretty face its suggestion of ancientlineage Her mouth was a little large and her full red lips opened onsingularly white teeth as even as almonds while a low Grecianforehead and a neck graceful in every curve gave Esperance a totaleffect of aristocratic distinction that was beyond dispute Her lowvibrant voice produced an impression that was almost physical on thosewho heard it Quite without intention she introduced into every wordshe spoke several inflections which made her manner of pronounciationpeculiarly her ownEsperance was kneeling on a chair leaning upon her arms on the tableHer blue dress cut like a blouse was held in at the waist by anarrow girdle knotted loosely Although the child was arguingvigorously with intense animation there was such grace in hergestures such charming vibrations in her voice that it wasimpossible to resent her combative attitudePapa my dear papa she was asserting to François Darbois You aresaying today just the opposite of what you were saying the other dayto mother at dinnerHer father raised his head Her mother on the contrary dropped hersa little Pray Heaven she was saying to herself that Françoisdoes not get angry with herThe godfather moved his chair forward Philippe Renaud laughedMaurice looked at his cousin with amazementWhat are you saying asked François DarboisEsperance gazed at him tenderly You remember my godfather was diningwith us and there had been a lot of talk my godfather was againstallowing any liberty to women and he maintained that children have noright to choose their own careers but must without reasoning giveway to their parents who alone are to decide their fatesAdhemar wished to take the floor and cleared his throat inpreparation but François Darbois evidently a little nonplusedmuttered And then after thatwhat are you coming toTo what you answered papaHer father looked at her a little anxiously but she met his glancecalmly and continued You said to my godfather My dear Meydieuxyou are absolutely mistaken It is the right and the duty of everyoneto select and to construct his future for himselfDarbois attempted to speakYou even told mama who had never known it that grandfather wantedto place you in business and that you rebelledAh rebelled murmured Darbois with a slight shrugYes rebelled And you added My father cut off my allowance for ayear but I stuck to it I tutored poor students who couldnt getthrough their examinations I lived from hand to mouth but I didlive and I was able to continue my studies in philosophyUncle Renaud was openly nodding encouragement Adhemar Meydieux roseheavily and straightening up with a succession of jerky movementscaught himself squarely on his heels and then with great convictionsaid See here child if I were your father I should take you bythe ear and put you out of the roomEsperance turned purpleI repeat children should obey without questionI hope to prove to my daughter by reasoning that she is probablywrong said M Darbois very quietlyNot at all You must order not persuadeNow M Meydieux exclaimed the young painter it seems to me thatyou are going a little too far Children should respect their parentswishes as far as possible but when it is a question of their ownfuture they have a right to present their side of the case If myuncle Darboiss father had had his way my uncle Darbois wouldprobably now be a mediocre engineer instead of the brilliantphilosopher who is admired and recognized by the entire worldGentle little Madame Darbois sat up proudly and Esperance looked ather father with a world of tenderness in her eyesBut my lad pursued Adhemar swelling with conviction your unclemight well have made a fortune at machinery while as it is he hasjust managed to existWe are very happyMadame Darbois slipped in her wordEsperance had bounded out of her chair and from behind her fatherencircled his head with her arms Oh yes very happy she murmuredin a low voice and you would not darling papa spoil the harmony ofour life togetherRemember my dear little Esperance what I said to your motherconcerned only mennow we are considering the future of a young girland that is a graver matterWhyBecause men are better armed against the struggle and life is alasone eternal combatThe armour of the intellect is the same for a young girl as for ayoung manAdhemar shook his shoulders impatiently Seeing that he was gettingangry and was like to explode Esperance cried out Wait godfatheryou must let me try to convince my parents Suppose father that Ihad chosen the same,13
Produced by Distributed Proofreaders                          THE ISLE OF UNREST                                   BY                          HENRY SETON MERRIMAN                               TO LUCASTAGOING TO THE WARSTell me not sweet I am unkindThat from the nunneryOf thy chaste breast and quiet mindTo war and arms I flyTrue a new mistress now I chaseThe first foe in the fieldAnd with a stronger faith embraceA sword a horse a shieldYet this inconstancy is suchAs you too shall adoreI could not love thee dear so muchLovd I not honour moreRICHARD LOVELACECONTENTSCHAPTER       I THE MOVING FINGER      II CHEZ CLÉMENT     III A BYPATH      IV A TOSSUP       V IN THE RUE DU CHERCHEMIDI      VI NEIGHBOURS     VII JOURNEYS END    VIII  AT VASSELOT      IX THE PROMISED LAND       X THUS FAR      XI BY SURPRISE     XII A SUMMONS    XIII WAR     XIV GOSSIP      XV WAR     XVI A MASTERFUL MAN    XVII WITHOUT DRUM OR TRUMPET   XVIII A WOMAN OF ACTION     XIX THE SEARCH      XX WOUNDED     XXI FOR FRANCE    XXII IN THE MACQUIS   XXIII AN UNDERSTANDING    XXIV CE QUE FEMME VEUT     XXV ON THE GREAT ROAD    XXVI THE END OF THE JOURNEY   XXVII THE ABBÉS SALAD  XXVIII GOLD    XXIX A BALANCED ACCOUNT     XXX THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDTHE ISLE OF UNRESTCHAPTER ITHE MOVING FINGERThe Moving Finger writes and having writMoves on nor all thy piety nor witShall lure it back to cancel half a lineNor all thy tears wash out a word of itThe afternoon sun was lowering towards a heavy bank of clouds hangingstill and sullen over the Mediterranean A mistral was blowing The lastyellow rays shone fiercely upon the towering coast of Corsica and thewindows of the village of Olmeta glittered like goldThere are two Olmetas in Corsica both in the north both on the westcoast both perched high like an eagles nest both looking down uponthose lashed waters of the Mediterranean which are not the waters thatpoets sing of for they are as often white as they are blue they areseldom glassy except in the height of summer and sailors tell that theyare as treacherous as any waters of the earth Neither aneroid norweatherwisdom may as a matter of fact tell when a mistral will arisehow it will blow how veer how drop and rise and drop again For itwill blow one day beneath a cloudless sky lashing the whole sea whitelike milk and blow harder tomorrow under racing cloudsThe great chestnut trees in and around Olmeta groaned and strained in thegrip of their lifelong foe The small door the tiny windows of everyhouse were rigorously closed The whole place had a windswept airdespite the heavy foliage Even the roads and notably the broad Placehad been swept clean and dustless And in the middle of the Placebetween the fountain and the church steps a man lay dead upon his faceIt is as well to state here once for all that we are dealing withOlmetadiTuda and not that other Olmetathe virtuous di Capocorso infact which would shudder at the thought of a dead man lying on itsPlace before the windows of the very Mairie under the shadow of thechurch For Cap Corse is the good boy of Corsica where men thinksorrowfully of the wilder communes to the south and raise their eyebrowsat the very mention of Corte and Sartenewhere at all events the womenhave for husbands menand not degenerate Pisan vinesnippersIt was not so long ago either For the man might have been alive todaythough he would have been old and bent no doubt for he was a thicksetman and must have been strong He had indeed carried his lead up fromthe road that runs by the Guadelle river Was he not to be traced all theway up the short cut through the olive terraces by one bloody footprintat regular intervals You could track his passage across the Placetowards the fountain of which he had fallen short like a poisoned ratthat tries to reach water and failsHe lay quite alone still grasping the gun which he had never laid asidesince boyhood No one went to him no one had attempted to help him Helay as he had fallen with a thin stream of blood running slowly from onetrouserleg For this was Corsican workthat is to say dirty workfrombehind a rock in the back at close range without warning or mercy ashonest men would be ashamed to shoot the merest beast of the forest Itwas as likely as not a charge of buckshot low down in the body leavingthe rest to hemorrhage or gangreneAll Olmeta knew of it and every man took care that it should be nobusiness of his Several had approached pipe in mouth and looked at thedead man without comment but all had gone away again idlyindifferently,0
Produced by David Starner Bill Flisand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team                     PEEPS AT MANY LANDS                           JAPAN                             BY                       JOHN FINNEMORE          WITH TWELVE FULLPAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR                             BY                        ELLA DU CANECONTENTSCHAPTER    I THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN   II BOYS AND GIRLS IN JAPAN  III BOYS AND GIRLS IN JAPAN _continued_   IV THE JAPANESE BOY    V THE JAPANESE GIRL   VI IN THE HOUSE  VII IN THE HOUSE _continued_ VIII A JAPANESE DAY   IX A JAPANESE DAY _continued_    X JAPANESE GAMES   XI THE FEAST OF DOLLS AND THE FEAST OF FLAGS  XII A FARTHINGS WORTH OF FUN XIII KITEFLYING  XIV FAIRY STORIES   XV TEAHOUSES AND TEMPLES  XVI TEAHOUSES AND TEMPLES _continued_ XVII THE RICKSHAWMANXVIII IN THE COUNTRY  XIX IN THE COUNTRY _continued_   XX THE POLICEMAN AND THE SOLDIER  XXI TWO GREAT FESTIVALSLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSBY ELLA DU CANEOUTSIDE A TEAHOUSE_SketchMap of Japan_THE LITTLE NURSETHE WRITING LESSONGOING TO THE TEMPLEA JAPANESE HOUSEOFFERING TEA TO A GUESTFIGHTING TOPSTHE TOY SHOPA BUDDHIST SHRINEPEACH TREES IN BLOSSOMTHE FEAST OF FLAGSTHE TORII OF THE TEMPLECHAPTER ITHE LAND OF THE RISING SUNFar away from our land on the other side of the world lies a group ofislands which form the kingdom of Japan The word Japan means the Landof the Rising Sun and it is certainly a good name for a country of theFar East the land of sunriseThe flag of Japan too is painted with a rising sun which sheds its beamson every hand and this flag is now for ever famous so great and wonderfulhave been the victories in which it has been borne triumphant over RussianarmsIn some ways the Japanese are fond of comparing themselves with theirEnglish friends and allies They point out that Japan is a cluster ofislands off the coast of Asia as Britain is a cluster of islands off thecoast of Europe They have proved themselves like the English brave andclever on the sea while their troops have fought as nobly as Britishsoldiers on the land They are fond of calling themselves the English ofthe East and say that their land is the Britain of the PacificThe rise of Japan in becoming one of the Great Powers of the world has beenvery sudden and wonderful Fifty years ago Japan lay hidden from the worldshe forbade strangers to visit the country and very little was known ofher people and her customsHer navy then consisted of a few wooden junks today she has a fleet ofsplendid ironclads handled by men who know their duties as well as Englishseamen Her army consisted of troops armed with two swords and carryingbows and arrows today her troops are the admiration of the world armedwith the most modern weapons and as foes to be dreaded by the mostpowerful nationsFifty years ago Japan was in the purely feudal stage Her great nativePrinces were called Daimios Each had a strong castle and a private armyof his own There were ceaseless feuds between these Princes and constantfighting between their armies of samurai as their followers were calledJapan was like England at the time of our War of the Roses family quarrelswere fought out in pitched battle All that has now gone The Daimios havebecome private gentlemen the armies of samurai have been disbanded andJapan is ruled and managed just like a European country with judges andpolicemen and lawcourts after the model of Western landsWhen the Japanese decided to come out and take their place among the greatnations of the world they did not adopt any halfmeasures they simplycame out once and for all They threw themselves into the stream of moderninventions and movements with a will They have built railways and set uptelegraph and telephone lines They have erected banks and warehousesmills and factories They have built bridges and improved roads They havelawcourts and a Parliament to which the members are elected by thepeople and newspapers flourish everywhereJapan is a very beautiful country It is full of fine mountains withrivers leaping down the steep slopes and dashing over the rocks in snowywaterfalls At the foot of the hills are rich plains and valleys wellwatered by the streams which rush down from the hills But the mountainsare so many and the plains are so few that only a small part of the landcan be used for growing crops and this makes Japan poor Its climate isnot unlike ours in Great Britain but the summer is hotter and the winteris in some parts very cold Many of the mountains are volcanoes Some ofthese are still active and earthquakes often take place Sometimes theseearthquakes do terrible harm The great earthquake of 1871 killed 10000people injured 20000 and destroyed 130000 housesThe highest mountain of Japan also is the most beautiful and it is greatlybeloved by the Japanese who regard it as a sacred height Its name isFujisan or FusiYama and it stands near the sea and the capital cityof Tokyo It is of most beautiful shape an almost perfect cone and,0
Produced by Curtis A Weyant and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration DOWN THEY PLUNGED SIDE BY SIDE FROM THE ISLAND AND INTO THEWATERJACK NORTHS TREASURE HUNTOrDaring Adventures in South AmericaBYROY ROCKWOODAuthor of The Rival Ocean Divers The Cruise of theTreasure Ship A Schoolboys Pluck etciIllustratediTHE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING COCLEVELAND   NEW YORKMade in USACopyright 1907 byCHATTERTONPECK COMPANYPRESS OFTHE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING COCLEVELANDContents     I  A Chance for a Position    II  The Test of Strength   III  A Long Trip Proposed    IV  Just in Time     V  On the Island of Robinson Crusoe    VI  A Terrible Mistake   VII  A Plea of the Enemy  VIII  The Lonely Pimento    IX  Jack Becomes an Engineer     X  A Narrow Escape    XI  Under the Head of a Jaguar   XII  Put to the Test  XIII  Precious Moments   XIV  The Attack on the Train    XV  The Treasure Island   XVI  At the Boiling Lake  XVII  In the Nitrate Fields XVIII  An Alarm of Fire   XIX  Chilians on Both Sides    XX  Preparations for Departure   XXI  A Panic on Shipboard  XXII  The Fate of Plum Plucky XXIII  Jenny  XXIV  Jack and the Ocelot   XXV  In the Quicksands  XXVI  A Night in the Jungle XXVII  Jack and the Big SnakeXXVIII  Back from the Dead  XXIX  The Treasure of the Boiling Lake   XXX  A Ride for LifeConclusionJack Norths Treasure HuntChapter IA Chance for a PositionWhere are you going JackTo the shops of John Fowler  CompanyTo look for a jobYesThen you are in luck for I heard this morning that they want anotherstriker in the lower shop at onceThen Ill istrikei for the opening at once and my name is not JackNorth if I dont land itIt will be John Slowshanks when you do get it mind me cried outanother voice from an alleyway near at hand and before Jack North orhis companion could recover from their surprise the speaker a tallawkward youth of twenty sped up the street at the top of his speedThe scene was in Bauton a large manufacturing city of New England Thefirst speaker was a workman at the shops that had been mentioned butbeyond the fact that he placed the youth before him in the way of gettingwork he needs no special introductionThe other person was a lad of eighteen with brown curly hair blue eyesand a round robust figure His name was John North and he was the son ofa couple in humble circumstancesTake care cried the man that sneak will get in ahead of you and thena snap of your little finger for your chance of getting the job atFowlersJack North did not stop to hear his friend through He was very much inneed of a situation and he knew the young man who had rushed in ahead ofhim as a bitter enemy That fact coupled with his desire to get workcaused him to dash up the street as fast as he could runNaturally the appearance of the two running at such a headlong pacearoused the attention of the passersby all of whom stopped to see whatit meant Others rushed out of their houses offices or workshops toascertain the meaning of the race until the street was lined withexcited anxious men women and childrenIs it fire asked an old grayheaded man and another catching onlythe sound of the last word repeated it and thus a wild alarm was quicklyspreadMeanwhile Jack North had found that he could not overtake his rival Hewas not a fleet runner while the other had gotten a start of him whichhe could not hope to make upBut he was too fertile in his resources to despair In fact he was neverknown to give up a contest which he had once fairly entered Thispersistence in whatever he undertook was the secret of Jack Northswonderful success amid environments which must have discouraged lesscourageous heartsStill it looked to his enemy as the latter glanced back to see himleisurely turn into a side street leading away from their destinationthat he had nothing further to fear from himThought you would be glad to give in cried out the delighted seeker ofthe situation at the engine shops and believing that he had nothingfurther to fear the awkward youth slackened his gait to a walkThough Jack turned into the alley at a moderate pace as soon as he hadgone a short distance he started again into a smart runI shall have farther to go he thought but Fret Offut will think Ihave given up and thus he will let me get in ahead of himThis seemed the truth when at last Jack came in sight of the lowwalledand scattering buildings belonging to John Fowler  Co engine buildersFret Offut was nowhere in sight as Jack entered the dark dingy office atthe lower end of the buildingsA small sized man with mutton chop side whiskers engaged in overhaulinga pile of musty papers looked up at the entrance of our heroWant a job as striker eh he asked as Jack stated his errand Ibelieve Henshaw does want another man I will call him What is yournameAlfret Offut sir Its me that wants the job and its me it belongstoIt was Jack Norths enemy who spoke as he paused on the threshold pantingfor breath while glaring at our hero with a baleful lookHow come you here he demanded of Jack a second laterMy feet brought me here and with less slowness than yours judging byyour appearance replied young NorthWith the arrival of the second person on the scene the clerk had turnedaway to find Henshaw and while,5
THE LADY OF THE DECORATIONByFRANCES LITTLETO ALL GOOD SISTERS AND TO MINE IN PARTICULARThe Lady of the DecorationSAN FRANCISCO July 30 1901My dearest MateBehold a soldier on the eve of battle  I am writing this in a stuffylittle hotel room and I dont dare stop whistling for a minute Youcould cover my courage with a postage stamp In the morning I sail forthe Flowery Kingdom and if the roses are waiting to strew my path itis more than they have done here for the past few years  When thetrain pulled out from home and I saw that crowd of loving tearfulfaces fading away I believe that for a few moments I realized theactual bitterness of death I was leaving everything that was dear tome on earth and going out into the dark unknown aloneOf course its for the best the disagreeable always is You areresponsible my beloved cousin and the consequences be on yourhead You thought my salvation lay in leaving Kentucky and seeking myfortune in strange lands Your tender sensibilities shrank from havingme exposed to the world as a young widow who is not sorry So youshipped me somewheres East of Suez and tied me up with a fouryears contractBut honor bright Mate I dont believe in your heart you can blameme for not being sorry I stuck it out to the lastfaced neglecthumiliations and days and nights of anguish almost losing myselfrespect in my effort to fulfil my duty But when death suddenlyput an end to it all God alone knows what a relief it was  And howcuriously it has all turned out First my taking the Kindergartencourse just to please you and to keep my mind off things that oughtnot to have been Then my sudden release from bondage and thedreadful manner of it my awkward position my dependenceand in themidst of it all this sudden offer to go to Japan and teach in aMission schoolIsnt it ridiculous Mate Was there ever anything so absurd as my lotbeing cast with a band of missionaries  I who have never missed aKentucky Derby since I was old enough to know a bay from a sorrel Iguess old Sister Fate doesnt want me to be a one part star Foreighteen years I played pure comedy then tragedy for seven and now Iam cast for a character partNobody will ever know what it cost me to come All of them were soterribly opposed to it but it seems to me that I have spent my entirelife going against the wishes of my family Yet I would lay down mylife for any one of them How they have stood by me and loved methrough all my blind blunders Id back my mistakes against anybodyelses in the worldThen Mate there was Jack You know how it has always been withJack When I was a little girl on up to the time I was married afterthat he never even looked it but just stood by me and helped me likea brick If it hadnt been for you and for him I should have put anend to myself long ago But now that I am free Jack has begun rightwhere he left off seven years ago It is all worse than useless I ameverlastingly through with love and sentiment Of course we all knowthat Jack is the salt of the earth and it nearly kills me to give himpain but he will get over it they always do and I would rather forhim to convalesce without me than with me  I made him promise not towrite me a line and he just looked at me in that quiet quizzical wayand said All right but you just remember that Im waiting untilyou are ready to begin life over again with meWhy it would be a death blow to all his hopes if he married me Mywidows mite consists of a wrecked life a few debts and a worldlynotion that a brilliant young doctor like himself has no right tothrow away all his chances in order to establish a small hospital forincurable children Whenever I think of his giving up thatlongcherished dream of studying in Germany and buying ground for thehospital instead I just gnash my teethOh I know that you think it is grand and noble and that I am horridto feel as I do Maybe I am At any rate you will acknowledge that Ihave done the right thing for once in coming away I seem to have beena general blot on the landscape and with your help I have erasedmyself In the meanwhile I wish to Heaven my heart would ossifyThe sole power that keeps me going now is your belief in me You havealways claimed that I was worth something in spite of the fact that Ihave persistently proven that I was not  Dont you shudder at therisk you are taking Think of the responsibility of standing for me ina Board of Missions  Ill stay bottled up as tight as I know how butsuppose the cork _should_ flyPoor Mate the Lord was unkind when he gave me to you for a cousinWell its done and by the time you get this I will probably be wellon my seasick way I cant trust myself to send any messages to thefamily I dont even dare send my love to you  I am a soldier ladyand I salute my officerON SHIPBOARD August 8th 1901Its so windy that I can scarcely hold the paper down but Ill makethe effort The first night I came aboard I had everything tomyself There were eighty cabin passengers and I was the only lady ondeck It was very rough but I stayed up as long as I could The bluedevils were swarming so thick around me that I didnt want to fightthem in the close quarters of my stateroom But at last I had to gobelow and the night that followed was a terror Such a storm raged asI had never dreamed of,13
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qualité et les moralistes perdraient leur temps avec moi soitquils eussent lintention de me blâmer soit de me donner en exemple àautruiJe dois ajouter cependant par égard pour certains esprits scrupuleuxque cette curiosité est absolument désintéressée  Mes amis goûtent monsilence et ce que je sais ne court pas les routes  Elle na pas nonplus ce caractère douteux ou équivoque quelle prend volontiers chezeux qui la pratiquent exclusivement  Aucune malveillance aucunebassesse desprit ne se mêlent à elle  Je crois quelle provientuniquement du goût que jai pour la vie humaine  Une sorte desympathie irrésistible na toujours entraîné vers tous ceux que lehasard des circonstances me faisait rencontrer  Chez la plupart desêtres cette sympathie repose sur des affinités intellectuelles oumorales des parentés de goût ou de nature  Pour moi rien de toutcela ne compte  Je me plais avec les gens que je rencontre parcequils sont là en face de moi euxmêmes et personne dautre et quece qui me paraît alors le plus passionnant cest justement ce quilspossèdent dessentiel dunique a forme spéciale de leur esprit deleur caractère et de leur destinéeAu fond cest pour moi un véritable plaisir que de mintroduire dansla vie dautrui  Je le fais spontanément et sans le vouloir  Il meserait agréable daider de mon expérience ou de mon appui ces inconnusqui deviennent si vite mes amis de travailler à leur bonheurJoublie mes soucis mes chagrins je partage leurs joies leurspeines je les aime en un mot et je vis ainsi mille vies toutes plusbelles plus variées plus émouvantes les unes que les autresCette étrange passion ma donné de curieuses relations des amitiésprécieuses et bizarres et jaurais un fort gros volume à écrire si jevoulais en faire un récit complet mais mon ambition ne sélève pas sihaut il me suffira de relater ici aussi rapidement que possible ce quejai appris des moeurs et du caractère de M Valère Bouldouyr afindaider les chroniqueurs si jamais il sen trouve un qui à lexemplede Paul de Musset ou de Charles Monselet veuille tracer une galerie deportraits daprès les excentriques de notre tempsA lépoque où je fis sa connaissance je venais de quitterlappartement que jhabitais dans lîle SaintLouis pour me fixer auPalaisRoyalCe quartier me plaisait parce quil a à la fois disolé et depopulaire  Les maisons qui encadrent le jardin ont belle apparenceavec leurs façades régulières leurs pilastres et ce balcon qui courtsur trois côtés exhaussant à intervalles égaux un vase noirci par letemps mais tout autour ce ne sont encore que rues étroites ettournantes places provinciales passages vitrés aux boutiquesvieillottes recoins bizarres boutiques inattendues  Les gens duquartier semblent y vivre comme ils le feraient à Castres ou àLangres sans rien savoir de lénorme vie qui grouille à deux pasdeux et à laquelle ils ne sintéressent guère  Ils ont tous plus oumoins des choses de ce monde la même opinion que mon coiffeur MDelavigne qui un matin où un ministre de la Guerre alors fameux futtué en assistant à un départ daéroplanes se pencha vers moi et medit tout ému tandis quil me barbouillait le menton de mousseQuand on pense monsieur que cela aurait pu arriver à quelquun duquartierDelavigne fut le premier dailleurs à me faire apprécier les charmes dumien  Il tenait boutique dans un de ces passages que jai cités tantôtet que beaucoup de Parisiens ne connaissent même pas  Sa devantureattirait les regards par une grande assemblée de ces têtes de cire auvisage si inexpressif quon peut les coiffer de nimporte quelleperruque sans modifier en rien leur physionomieQuand on entrait dans le magasin il était généralement vide MDelavigne se souciait peu dattendre des heures entières des chalandsincertains  Lorsquil sortait il ne fermait même pas sa porte tantil avait confiance dans lhonnêteté de ses voisins  Dailleursqueûton volé à M DelavigneTrois pièces qui se suivaient et qui étaient fort exiguës composaienttout son domaine  La première contenait les lavabos la seconde desarmoires où jappris plus tard quil enfermait ses postiches pour latroisième je nai jamais su à quoi elle pouvait servirTrouvaiton M Delavigne  Il vous recevait avec un sourire,13
Produced by Sandra Bannatyne Tiffany Vergon Charles AldarondoCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE LINCOLN STORY BOOKA Judicious Collection of the Best Stories  and Anecdotes of the Great President       Many Appearing Here for the         First Time in Book FormCOMPILED BYHENRY L WILLIAMSPREFACEThe Abraham Lincoln Statue at Chicago is accepted as the typicalWesterner of the forum the rostrum and the tribune as he stoodto be inaugurated under the warcloud in 1861 But there is anotherLincoln as dear to the common peoplethe Lincoln of happy quotationsthe speaker of household words Instead of the erect impressivepenetrative platform orator we see a long gaunt figure dividedbetween two chairs for comfort the head bent forward smilingbroadly the lips curved in laughter the deep eyes irradiating theircaves of wisdom the storytelling Lincoln enjoying the enjoyment hegave to othersThis talkativeness as Lincoln himself realized was a very valuableasset Leaving home he found in a venture at Yankee notionpedlingthat glibness meant three hundred per cent in disposing of flimsywares In the camp of the lumberjacks and of the Indian rangers hewas regarded as the pride of the mess and the inspirator of the tentFrom these stages he rose to be a graduate of the college of theyarnspinnerthe village store where he became clerkThe store we know is the township vortex where all assemble to swapstories and deal out the news Lincoln from behind the counterhispulpitnot merely repeated items of information which he had heardbut also recited doggerel satire of his own concoction punning andemitting sparks of wit Lincoln was hailed as the capper of anygood things on the roundsEven then his friends saw the germs of the statesman in the lankhomely crackvoiced hobbledehoy Their praise emboldened him tostand forward as the spokesman at schoolhouse meetings lectureslogrollings huskings auctions fairs and so onthe folkmeets ofour people One watching him in 1830 said foresightedly Lincolnhas touched land at lastIn commencing electioneering he cultivated the farming population andtheir ways and diction He learned by their parlance and Bible phrasesto construct short sentences of small words but he had all alongthe idea that the plain people are more easily influenced by a broadand humorous illustration than in any other way It is the AngloSaxontrait distinguishing all great preachers actors and authors of thatbreedHe acknowledged his personal defects with a frankness unique andstartling told a girl whom he was courting that he did not believeany woman could fancy him publicly said that he could not be in lookswhat was rated a gentleman carried the knife of the homeliest mandisparaged himself like a Brutus or a Pope Sixtus But the massrelished this plain blunt man who spoke right onHe talked himself into being the local Eminence but did not succeedin winning the election when first presented as the humble candidatefor the State Senate He stood upon his imperfect education his notbelonging to the first families but the seconds and his shunningsociety as debarring him from the study he requiredRepulsed at the polls he turned to the law as another channelsupplementing forensic failings by his artful storytelling Judgeswould suspend business till that Lincoln fellow got through with hisyarnspinning or underhandedly would direct the usher to get the richbit Lincoln told and repeat it at the recessMrs Lincoln the first to weigh this man justly said proudly thatLincoln was the great favorite everywhereMeanwhile his fellow citizens stupidly tired of this Merry Andrewtheysent him elsewhere to talk other folks to deathto the State Housewhere he served several terms creditably but was mainly the fund ofjollity to the lobby and the chartered jester of the lawmakersSuch loquacious witchery fitted him for the Congress Elected to theHouse he was immediately greeted by connoisseurs of the best stampPresident Martin van Buren prince of good fellows Webster anotherintellect saturnine in repose and mercurial in activity theconvivial Senator Douglas and the like These formed the rapt ringaround Lincoln in his own chair in the snug corner of the congressionalchatroom Here he perceived that his rusticity and shallow skimmingsplaced him under the trained politicians It was here too that hisstereotyped prologue to his digressionsThat reminds mebecamepopular and even reached England where a publisher so entitleda jokebook Lincoln displaced Sam Slick and opened the way toArtemus Ward and Mark Twain The longing for elevation was fanned bythe association with the notablesBuchanan to be his predecessoras President Andrew Johnson to be his vice and successor JeffersonDavis and Alex H Stephens President and VicePresident of theC S A Adams Winthrop Sumner and the galaxy over whom hissolitary star was to shine dazzlinglyA sound authority who knew him of old pronounced him as good attelling an anecdote as in the 30s But the fluent chatterer reinedin and became a good listener He imbibed all the political ruses andreturned home with his quiver full of new and victorious arrows forthe Presidential campaign for his bosom friends urged him to try togratify that ambition preposterous when he first felt it attack himHe had grown out of the sensitiveness that once made him beg thecritics not to put him out by laughing at his appearance He formeda boundless arsenal of images and similes he learned the Americanhumorists art not to parade the joke with a discounting smile Heworked out Euclid to brace his fantasies as the steel bar in acement fencepost makes it irresistibly firm But he allowed hisvehement fervor to carry him into such flights as left the reportersunable to accompany his sentences throughoutHe was recognized as the destined national mouthpiece He was not ofthe universities but of the universe the Mississippi of Eloquenceuncultivated stupendous enriched by sweeping into the innumerableside bayous and creeksElected and reelected President he continued to be a surprise tothose who shrank from levity Lincoln was their puzzle for he hada sweet sauce for every roast and showed the smile of invigorationto every croaking prophet His state papers suited the war tragediesbut still he delighted the people with those tales tagging all theevents of what may be called the,4
Produced by Eric Eldred Charles Bidwell Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamLITERARY LOVELETTERSAND OTHER STORIESbyROBERT HERRICKTOG H PLITERARY LOVELETTERSA MODERN ACCOUNTNO I INTRODUCTORY AND EXPLANATORY_Eastlake has renewed an episode of his past life The formalities havebeen satisfied at a chance meeting and he continues_ So your carnations lie over there a bit beyond this page in aconfusion of manuscripts Sweet source of this idle letter and gentlememento of the house on Grant Street and of you I fancy I catch theirodor before it escapes generously into the vague darkness beyond mywindow They whisper Be tender be frank recall to her mind what isprecious in the past For departed delights are rosy with deceitful hopesand a womans heart becomes heavy with living We are the woman you onceknew but we are much more We have learned new secrets new emotions newambitions in lovewe are fuller than before Sofor tomorrow theywill be shrivelled and lifelessI take up their message tonightI see you now as this afternoon at the Goodriches when you came intriumphantly to essay that hot room of empty passive folk Someone wassinging somewhere and we were staring at one another There you stood atthe door placing us the roses scattered in plutocratic profusion haddrooped their heads to our hot faces We turned from the music to _you_You knew it and you were glad of it You knew that they were busy aboutyou that you and your amiable hostess made an effective group at the headof the room You scented their possible disapproval with zest for you hadso often mocked their goodwill with impunity that you were serenelyconfident of getting what you wanted Did you want a lover Not that Imean to offer myself in flesh and blood God forbid that I should join theimploring procession even at a respectful distance My pen is at yourservice I prefer to be your historian your literary maidhalf slavehalf confidant for then you will always welcome me If I were a lover Imight some day be inopportune That would not be pleasantYes they were chattering about you especially around the table wheresome solid ladies of Chicago served iced drinks I was sipping it all inwith the punch and looking at the pinks above the dark hair andwondering if you found having your own way as good fun as when you wereeighteen You have gained my dear lady while I have been knocking aboutthe world You are now more than sweet you are almost handsome Isuppose it is a question of lights and the time of day whether or not youare really brilliant And you carry surety in your face There is nothingin Chicago to startle you perhaps not in the worldShe at the punch remarked casually to her of the sherbet I wonder whenMiss Armstrong will settle matters with Lane It is the best she can donow though he isnt as well worth while as the men she threw over Andher neighbor replied She might do worse than Lane She could get morefrom him than the showy ones So Lane is the name of the day They havegauged you and put you down at Lane I took an ice and waitedbut youwill have to supply the detailsMeantime you sailed on with that same everlasting enthusiasm upon yourface that I knew six years ago until you spied me How extremely naturalyou made your greeting I confess I believed that I had lived for thatsmile six years and suffered a bad noise for the sound of your voice Itseemed but a minute until we found ourselves almost alone with the solidwomen at the ices One swift phrase from you and we had slipped backthrough the meaningless years till we stood _there_ in the parlor at GrantStreet mere boy and girl The babbling room vanished for a few goldenmoments Then you rustled off and I believe I told Mrs Goodrich thatmusicales were very nice for they gave you a chance to talk And I wentto the dressingroom wondering what rare chance had brought me againwithin the bondage of that voiceThen then dear pinks you came sailing over the stairs peeping out fromthat bunch of lace I loitered and spoke Were the eyes green or blue orgray ambition or love or indifference to the world I was at my oldpuzzle again while you unfastened the pinks and before the butler whoacquiesced at your frivolity in impertinent silence you held them out tome Only you know the preciousness of unsoughtfor favors Write me yousaid and I writeWhat should man write about to you but of love and yourself My pen Isee has not lost its personal gait in running over the mill booksPerhaps it politely anticipates what is expected So much the better sayfor you expect what all men givelove and devotion You would not knowa man who could not love you Your little world is a circle ofpossibilities Let me explain Each lover is a possible conception of lifeplaced at a slightly different angle from his predecessor or successorWithin this circle you have turned and turned until your head is a bitweary But I stand outside and observe the whirligig Shall I be drawn inNo for I should become only a conventional interest If the salt etcI remember you once taught in a mission schoolThe flowers will tell me no more Next time give me a rosea hugehybrid opulent rose the product of a dozen forcing processesandI will love you a new way As the flowers say goodby I will saygoodnight Shall I burn them No for they would smoulder And if I leftthem here alone tomorrow they would be wan There I have thrown themout wide into that gulf of a street twelve stories below They willflutter down in the smoky darkness and fall like a message from the landof the lotuseaters upon a prosy wayfarer And safe in my heart therelives that gracious picture of my lady as she stands above me and givesthem to me That is eternal you and the pinks are but,0
Etext prepared by Jonathan Ingram Beth Trapaga Charles Franks and theOnline Distributed Proofreading TeamMISS MERIVALES MISTAKEByMRS HENRY CLARKE MAIllustration PAULINE SAT DOWN IN THE LOW CHAIR BY THE WINDOW AND TOOKUP THE PHOTOGRAPH FRAMECONTENTSCHAPTERI    A STARTLING DISCOVERYII   WOODCOTEIII  A VISIT TO KENTISH TOWNIV   TOM AND RHODA MEETV    A MERRY HEART GOES ALL THE WAYVI   PAULINES DIPLOMACYVII  APPLES OF SODOMVIII AN INVITATIONIX   PAULINE HAS HER SUSPICIONSX    A CONFESSIONXI   POLLY SMITHXII  CONCLUSIONILLUSTRATIONSPAULINE SAT DOWN IN THE LOW CHAIR BY THE WINDOW AND TOOK UP THEPHOTOGRAPH FRAMEPAULINE LEANT AGAINST THE DRESSER AND WATCHED HERHE STARED AT HER NOT COMPREHENDINGCHAPTER IA STARTLING DISCOVERYMiss Merivale had not been paying much heed to the eager talk that wasgoing on between Rose and Pauline Smythe at the windowThe long drive from Woodcote had made her head ache and she was drowsilywishing that Miss Smythe would get her the cup of tea she had promisedwhen the sound of a name made her suddenly sit bolt upright her kind oldface full of anxious curiosityRhoda Sampson the creature calls herself Pauline was saying in herclear highpitched voice Her people live in Kentish Town or somewherein the dim wilds about there You would know it by just looking at herDoes she come from Kentish Town every day asked RoseThree times a week On the top of an omnibus one may be sure And sheimbibes facts from _The Civil Service Geography_ all the way I found thebook in her bag yesterday I believe she wants to get into the Post Officeeventually It is a worthy ambitionWhom are you talking of my dears asked Miss Merivale from her seat bythe fire Pauline turned round with a little stare Miss Merivale was soquiet and unassuming a personage that she had got into the habit ofignoring her Of Clares new amusement Miss Merivale she said with alaugh Her laugh like her voice was a trifle hard It was scientificdressmaking when I was at Woodcote last you remember Rose dear Now itis a society Clare is secretaryBut you spoke of some girl who came here persisted Miss MerivalePauline lifted her delicatelypencilled eyebrows Oh that is Clarestypewriter She is part of the joke If you saw Clare and her togetherover their letters you would think they were reforming the universe Ithasnt dawned on poor Sampson yet that Clare will get tired of the wholebusiness in a month It is lucky she has the Post Office to fall back onClare is exactly what she used to be at school Rose everything bystarts and nothing long It amuses me to watch herShe doesnt tire of you Pauline said Rose fondlyPauline frowned a little She did not care to be reminded even byfoolish flattering little Rose that she was in sober fact nothing morenor less than Clares paid companionOh we get on she said coolly We each leave the other to go her ownway in peace And it suits Lady Desborough in Rome to say that Clare isliving with her old governess People think of me as a spectacled lady ofan uncertain age and everybody is satisfied But you would like some teaI wish Clare was in She isnt afraid of that gas stove I am ashamed toconfess that I am Come out with me while I light it Rosamunda mia Andyou shall make the tea I never can remember how many spoonfuls to put inHow pretty you look in blue I wish I was eighteen with hair the colourof ripe wheat then I would wear blue tooShe went off laughing with Rose to the tiny kitchen on the other side ofthe passage The sittingroom was the largest room in the little Chelseaflat and that was smaller than any of the rooms at Woodcote but thediminutive dimensions of the place only added to the fascinations of it inRoses eyesAs she took the cups and saucers down from the toylike dresser and putthem on the lilliputian table between the gas stove and the door she felta thrill of ineffable pleasureOh Pauline I wish I lived here with you Its so dull at Woodcote Andit seems to get duller every dayPoor little Rose it must be dull for you Clare and I often talk of youwith pity Clare pities you the most A fellowfeeling makes us wondrouskind you know She will have to go back to Desborough Park when hermother returns I suppose The flat is only rented for six months IwishShe stopped to take off the lid of the teakettle and peerearnestly in When a kettle boils little bubbles come to the top dontthey I have got a notebook where I write down interesting little detailsof that sort They will come useful by and by if I have to live in a flatby myself I shouldnt be able to keep a regular servantBut a regular servant would spoil it all even if you could afford itsaid Rose with sparkling eyes We couldnt come out here and get tealike this if you had a servant PaulineShe would have to stand in the passage wouldnt she said Paulinelooking round the tiny kitchen with a laugh But how would you like toget tea for yourself every day little Rose Clare seems to like itthough Her mother wanted Mrs Richards to stay with us all day but Clarebegged that she might go at three oclock And Clare is maidofallworkafter that It seems to come natural to her to know what kitchen thingsare meant for Now if you will make the tea we will go back to youraunt This kettle is certainly boiling at lastRose carefully measured the tea into the pretty Japanese teapot Paulineleant against the dresser and watched her with her hands clasped at theback of her head Pauline was not prettyher features were badly cut andher skin was sallowbut she made a pretty picture standing there Herdress of ruddy brown was made in a graceful artistic fashion and wasjust the right,47
Produced by David Starner David Widgerand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamARTHURIAN ROMANCESUnrepresented in Malorys Morte dArthurNo IVMORIEN ARTHURIAN ROMANCESUNREPRESENTED IN MALORYS MORTE DARTHURI SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHTA MiddleEnglish Romance retold in Modern Prose with Introduction andNotes by JESSIE L WESTON With Designs by M M CRAWFORD 1898 2snetII TRISTAN AND ISEULTRendered into English from the German of Gottfried of Strassburg byJESSIE L WESTON With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS Two vols 1899 4snetIII GUINGAMOR LANVAL TYOLET LE BISCLAVERETFour Lays rendered into English Prose from the French of Marie de Franceand others by JESSIE L WESTON With Designs by CAROLINE WATTS 19002s net Illustration They deemed they had seen the Foul FiendhimselfMORIENA Metrical Romance rendered into English prose from the Mediæval Dutchby Jessie L Weston with designs by Caroline Watts PrefaceThe metrical romance of which the following pages offer a prosetranslation is contained in the mediæval Dutch version of the_Lancelot_ where it occupies upwards of five thousand lines formingthe conclusion of the first existing volume of that compilation So faras our present knowledge extends it is found nowhere elseNor do we know the date of the original poem or the name of the authorThe Dutch MS is of the commencement of the fourteenth century andappears to represent a compilation similar to that with which Sir ThomasMalory has made us familiar _ie_ a condensed rendering of a numberof Arthurian romances which in their original form were independent ofeach other Thus in the Dutch _Lancelot_ we have not only the latterportion of the _Lancelot_ proper the _Queste_ and the _Morte Arthur_the ordinary component parts of the prose _Lancelot_ in its most fullydeveloped form but also a portion of a _Perceval_ romance having forits basis a version near akin to if not identical with the poemof Chrétien de Troyes and a group of episodic romances some ofconsiderable length the majority of which have not yet been discoveredelsewhere Footnote _Cf_ my _Legend of Sir Lancelot du Lac_Grimm Library vol xii chapter ix where a brief summary of thecontents of the Dutch _Lancelot_ is givenUnfortunately the first volume of this compilation which wasoriginally in four parts has been lost consequently we are without anyof the indications so often to be found in the opening lines of similarcompositions as to the personality of the compiler or the material athis disposal but judging from those sections in which comparison ispossible the _Lancelot_ _Queste_ and _Morte Arthur_ the entire workis a translation and a very faithful translation of a French originalIt is quite clear that the Dutch compiler understood his text well andthough possibly somewhat hampered by the necessity of turning prose intoverse this version contrary to the otherwise invariable rule of thelater _Lancelot_ romances being rhymed he renders it with remarkablefidelity The natural inference and that drawn by M Gaston Pariswho so far appears to be the only scholar who has seriously occupiedhimself with this interesting version is that those episodic romancesof which we possess no other copy are also derived from a Frenchsource Most probably so far as these shorter romances are concernedthe originals would be metrical not prose versions as in the case ofthe _Lancelot_ sectionsIt is true that with regard to the romance here translated _Morien_the Dutch scholars responsible for the two editions in which it hasappeared MM Jonckbloet and Te Winkel the former the editor of thewhole compilation the latter of this section only are both inclined toregard the poem as an original Dutch composition but M Gaston Parisin his summary of the romance _Histoire Litteraire_ vol xxx p 247rejects this theory as based on inadequate grounds It must be admittedthat an original Arthurian romance of the twelfth or thirteenth centurywhen at latest such a poem would be written in a language other thanFrench is so far unknown to us and although as a matter of fact thecentral _motif_ of the poem the representation of a Moor as near akinto the Grail Winner Sir Perceval has not been preserved in any knownFrench text while it does exist in a famous German version I for onefind no difficulty in believing that the tradition existed in Frenchand that the original version of our poem was a metrical romance in thattongueSo far as the story of _Morien_ is concerned the form is probably laterthan the tradition it embodies In its present shape it is certainlyposterior to the appearance of the Galahad _Queste_ to which itcontains several direct references such are the hermits allusion tothe predicted circumstances of his death which are related in full inthe _Queste_ the prophecy that Perceval shall aid in the winningof the Holy Grail a quest of which in the earlier version he is soleachiever and the explicit statements of the closing lines as toGalahads arrival at Court his filling the Siege Perilous andachieving the Adventures of the Round Table As the romance now standsit is an introduction to the _Queste_ with which volume iii volumeii of the extant version of the Dutch _Lancelot_ opensBut the opening lines of the present version show clearly that inone important point at least the story has undergone a radicalmodification Was it the Dutch translator or his source who substitutedAgloval Percevals brother for the tradition which made Percevalhimself the father of the hero M Gaston Paris takes the former viewbut I am inclined to think that the alteration was already in theFrench source The Grail of Sir Aglovals vision is the Grail of CastleCorbenic and the _Queste_ unless we are to consider this vision as theaddition of the Dutch compiler who when we are in a position to testhis work does not interpolate such additions we must I think admitthat the romance in the form in which it reached him was already at astage in which Perceval could not without violence to the then existingconception of his character be considered as the father or thebrother of Morien To reconstruct the original story it would benecessary not merely to eliminate all mention of Agloval as suggestedby M Gaston Paris but the Grail references would also requiremodification As,13
Stan Goodman Beth Trapaga Tonya Allen and the Online DistributedProofreading TeamMRS DAYS DAUGHTERSByMARY E MANN  The common growth of Mother Earth  Suffices meher tears her mirth  Her humblest mirth and tearsCONTENTSCHAPTERI      Their Large HoursII     Something Wrong At The OfficeIII    Forcuss Family AleIV     DisasterV      Deleahs ErrandVI     Sour MisfortuneVII    Husband And FatherVIII   The Way OutIX     For The Widow And The FatherlessX      Exiles From Lifes RevelsXI     The Attractive BessieXII    The Attractive DeleahXIII   The Gay Gilded SceneXIV    A TeaParty In Bridge StreetXV     The Manchester ManXVI    For BernardXVII   What Is It NowXVIII  The Dangerous ScroogeXIX    When Beauty CallsXX     Sir Francis Makes A CallXXI    In For ItXXII   The Importunate Mr GibbonXXIII  Deleah Has No DignityXXIV   The ColdHearted FatesXXV    To Make ReparationXXVI   A HouseholderXXVII  Promotion For Mrs DayXXVIII At Laburnum VillaXXIX   A Prohibition CancelledXXX    Deleah Grows UpXXXI   Bessies HourXXXII  The Man With The Mad EyesXXXIII The Moment Of TriumphCHAPTER ITheir Large HoursIt was three oclock in the morning when the guests danced Sir Roger deCoverley at Mrs William Days New Years party They would as soon havethought of having supper without trifle tipsycake and syllabub in thosedays as of finishing the evening without Sir Roger Dancing had begun atseventhirty The lady at the piano was drooping with weariness Violin andcello yawned over their bows only spasmodically and halfheartedly thethrum and jingle of the tambourine fell on the earThe last was an instrument not included in the small band of theprofessional musicians but was twisted and shaken and thumped on hand andknee and toe by no less an amateur than Mr William Day himselfThe master of the house was too stout for dancing of too restless andirritable a temperament for the role of lookeron He loved noise alwaysabove all noise made by himself He thought no entertainment reallysuccessful at which you could hear yourself speak He would have preferreda big drum whereby to inspirit the dancers but failing that clashed thebells of the tambourine in their earsThe tambourine is such fun the dancers always said who out of breathfrom polka or schottische or galop paused at his side A dance at yourhouse would not be the same thing at all without your tambourine Mr DayHe banged it the louder for such compliments turned it on his broad thumbshook it over his great head with its shock of sandcoloured and grey hairmaking as the more saturnine of his guests confided in each other a mostinfernal rowBut an exercise of eight hours is long enough for even the most agreeableperformance and by the time Sir Roger de Coverley had brought theprogramme to an end the clash and rattle of the tambourine was onlyfitfully heard Perceiving which Deleah Day younger daughter of thehouse a slight darkhaired darkeyed girl of sixteen left her place inone of the two sides of the figure extending nearly the length of theroom ran to her father and taking the tambourine from him pulled upon hishandsYes papa Yes she urged him Every year since I was able to toddle youhave danced Sir Roger with meand you shallHe shouted his protest laughed uproariously when he yielded and all inthe noisy way which to his thinking contributed to enjoyment Presentlystanding opposite the upright pretty figure of his daughter he wasbrawling to her what a naughty rogue she was and calling on all to witnessthat he was about to make an exhibition of himself for the pleasure of histyranthis little Deleah Then turning with his hands on the shouldersof the young man before him he was racing down the room to join hands withthe laughing Deleah at the end of the procession ducking his heavyshortnecked head to squeeze his broad figure with her slight one underthe archway of raised arms dashing to his place opposite his daughter atthe top of the room again Breathless laughing spluttering stamping hewent through it allAnd now he and his little partner are themselves topcouple and mustdance the half length of the room to be swung round by the pair dancingto meet them must be swung by right hand by left by both hands mustdance to bow dance to caper with the opposite couple back to back AndWilliam Day who had loved dancing till he grew too fat to dance and wasextraordinarily light on his feet for such a big heavilymade man nevercried for mercy but cheered on his companions and footed it to the endNever again he declared when the dance was over and he stood smackinghis chest panting struggling for breath with which to bid his guestsgoodnight Youll never any of you catch me making such a fool of myselfagainWhy papa you danced it beautifully Every single year you shall danceSir Roger de Coverley and you shall always dance it with meHe shouted that he would not He always shouted He would have felt himselffalling behind himself on this festive occasion if he had been lessboisterous to the endI think it has been the nicest of all our parties Deleah declared to hersister as the girls went to their roomIve certainly enjoyed it the most said Bessie And Reggie said so hadheYou danced six times with Reggie Bess I countedIt is a pity you were not better employed You wanted to dance with himyourself I supposeWhy I did Deleah cried and laughed I danced the Lancers withhim_twice_ And in the grand chain he lifted me off my feet Hes mostbeautifully strong Reggie is Did he lift you off your feet BessReggie would know better than to take such a liberty,8
Etext prepared by Project Gutenberg Distributed ProofreadersTHE MISCHIEFMAKERBYE PHILLIPS OPPENHEIMAUTHOR OF THE LIGHTED WAY THE TEMPTING OF TAVERNAKE HAVOC ETCWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HANSON BOOTH1913CONTENTSBOOK ONECHAPTER    I SYMPATHY AND SELFISHNESS   II AN INDISCREET LETTER  III A RUINED CAREER   IV A BUNCH OF VIOLETS    V A SENTIMENTAL EPISODE   VI AT THE CAFÉ LATHÉNÉE  VII COFFEE FOR THREE VIII IN PARIS   IX MADAME CHRISTOPHOR    X BETTER ACQUAINTANCE   XI THE TOYMAKER FROM LEIPZIG  XII AT THE RAT MORT XIII POLITICS AND PATRIOTISM  XIV THE MORNING AFTER   XV BEHIND CLOSED DOORS  XVI HAVE YOU EVER LOVED XVII KENDRICKS IS HOSTXVIII A MEETING OF SOCIALISTS  XIX AN OFFER   XX FALKENBERG ACTSBOOK TWOCHAPTER    I THE FLIGHT OF LADY ANNE   II TO OUR NEW SELVES  III WORK FOR JULIEN   IV A STARTLING DISCLOSURE    V THE FIRST ARTICLE   VI FALKENBERG FAILS  VII LADY ANNE DECLINES VIII A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE   IX FOOLHARDY JULIEN    X THE SECOND ATTEMPT   XI BY THE PRINCES ORDERS  XII DISTRESSING NEWS XIII ESTERMENS DEATH WARRANT  XIV SANCTUARY   XV NEARING A CRISIS  XVI FALKENBERGS LAST REPORT XVII DEFEAT FOR FALKENBERGXVIII THE ONE WAY OUT  XIX ALL ENDS WELLILLUSTRATIONSReally he said I thought better of Herr FreudenbergAt least she reminded him you are going to see MadameChristophorSplendid he muttered rising to his feet If only I can do itLet me present to you Monsieur Bourgan of the French DetectiveServiceBOOK ONECHAPTER ISYMPATHY AND SELFISHNESSThe girl who was dying lay in an invalid chair piled up with cushionsin a sheltered corner of the lawn The woman who had come to visit herhad deliberately turned away her head with a murmured word about thesunshine and the field of buttercups Behind them was the littlesanitarium a gray stone villa built in the style of a châteauovergrown with creepers and with terraced lawns stretching down to thesunny corner to which the girl had been carried earlier in the dayThere were flowers everywherebeds of hyacinths and borders of purpleand yellow crocuses A lilac tree was bursting into blossom the breezewas soft and full of life Below beyond the yellowstarred field ofwhich the woman had spoken flowed the Seine and in the distance onecould see the outskirts of ParisThe doctor says I am better the girl whispered plaintively Thismorning he was quite cheerful I suppose he knows but it is strangethat I should feel so weakweaker even day by day And my coughittears me to pieces all the timeThe woman who was bending over her gulped something down in her throatand turned her head Although older than the invalid whom she had cometo visit she was young and very beautiful Her cheeks were a triflepale but even without the tears her eyes were almost the color ofvioletsThe doctor must know dear Lucie she declared Our own feelings sooften mean nothing at allThe girl moved a little uneasily in her chair She also had once beenpretty Her hair was still an exquisite shade of redgold but hercheeks were thin and pinched her complexion had gone her clothes fellabout her She seemed somehow shapelessYes she agreed the doctor knowshe must know I see it in hismanner every time he comes to visit me In his heart she addeddropping her voice he must know that I am going to dieHer eyes seemed to have stiffened in their sockets to have becomedilated Her lips trembled but her eyes remained steadfastOh madame she sobbed is it not cruel that one should die likethis I am so young I have seen so little of life It is not justmadameit is not justThe woman who sat by her side was shaking Her heart was torn withpity Everywhere in the soft sunlit air wherever she looked sheseemed to read in letters of fire the history of this girl the historyof so many othersWe will not talk of death dear she said Doctors are so wonderfulnowadays There are so few diseases which they cannot cure They seemto snatch one back even from the grave Besides you are so young Onedoes not die at nineteen Tell me about this manEugène you calledhim He has never once been to see younot even when you were in thehospitalThe girl began to trembleNot once she murmuredYou are sure that he had your letters He knows that you are out hereand aloneYes he knowsThere was a short silence The woman found it hard to know what to saySomewhere down along the white dusty road a man was grinding the musicof a threadbare waltz from an ancient barrelorgan The girl closed hereyesWe used to hear that sometimes she whispered at the cafés At onewhere we went often they used to know that I liked it and they alwaysplayed it when we came It is queer to hear it againlike thisOh when I close my eyes she muttered I am afraid It is likeshutting out life for alwaysThe woman by her side got up Lucie caught at her skirtMadame you are not going yet she pleaded Am I selfish Yet youhave not stayed with me so long as yesterday and I am so lonelyThe womans face had hardened a littleI am going to find that man she replied I have his address I wantto bring him to youThe girls hold upon her skirt tightenedSit down she begged Do not leave me Indeed it is useless Heknows He does not choose to come Men are like that Oh madame Ihave learned my lesson I know now that love is a vain thing Men donot often really feel it They come to us when we please them butafterwards that does not count I suppose we were meant to besacrificed I have given up thinking of Eugène He is afraid perhapsof the infection I think that I,44
Claudio Paganelli Carlo Traverso Charles Franks and the DistributedProofreaders teamThis book has been completed in cooperation with the Progetto ManuziohttpwwwliberliberitWe thank the Biblioteca Sormani di Milano that has provided the imagesNANÀ A MILANOPERCLETTO ARRIGHI______EDIZIONE PRIMA____MILANO1880ENTRATURAGli svegliarini critici dei nostri giorni sono tanto scorbellati chese lautore dun libro non ha la precauzione di spiegarsi un poco suciò che ha inteso di dire e di fare va a rischio di sentirsene a dirdelle bellePer prima questione saffaccia quella della scuola o del genere Cheormai le panzane romantiche fra il didascalico e il rompiscatole asituazioni in sospeso a caratteri tirati a pomice e a personaggitirati pe capegli siano andate giù di moda e non piacciano piùneppure ai ragazzi non ci sarà forse a negarlo altro barbassorofuorchè un professore famoso per un certo suo _grido_Dunque se voi signori che state per leggere siete di quelli che neiracconti dei fatti contemporanei amano i _babau_ della sospensioneromantica e si compiacciono di non tirare il fiato se non dopodessersi bene assicurati che il fratello del figlio del nipotedella cognata del protagonista è appunto il padre dello zio delgenero del cugino delleroina e vogliono che lintreccio incomincisi complichi e si sciolga col finale trionfo di tutte quante le virtùe col suo bravo castigo di tutte quante le colpe se voi dico avetedi queste fisime felice notteOggidì mi duole il dirlo tutto va a rovescio di quella conclusionegiacchè le virtù che trionfano e le colpe che si castigano sono coselasciate tutte allaltro mondoDunque _realismo_E realismo vuol dire verità vuol dire ricerca di ciò che veramentesuccede sia pur doloroso e brutto vivisezione fisiologiapalpitante studia della vita quale essa si mostra senza rispettiumani e senza reticenzeChi scrive _Nanà a Milano_ ormai non ammette in arte che il realismogiacchè egli segue il suo tempo e nelle cose delloggi vede appunto lainesorabile verità che fattasi iconoclasta abbatte dovunque leimagini della finzione romantica il cattolicismo è distrutto dallibero pensiero la bibbia è annientata dalla scienza la filosofia èsconfitta del positivismo la pittura dalla fotografia la sculturadalla galvanoplastica la musica dallaritmetica Vedete persino sulpalcoscenico le illusioni che bastavano ai nonni come cedono il postoai simulacri della realtà ai gabinetti e ai salotti dipinti aprospettive ed a scorci si sostituirono dei gabinetti e dei salottireali per mezzo delle scene parapettate alle cascate dacqua fatteuna volta di tela dargento girante sul ròtolo si sostituiscelacqua vera cadente dallalto e spruzzante le gambe delleballerine che magari non sono _reali_ del tuttoSe non che è noto che ci sono due modi molto diversi di fare delrealismo cè il realismo decente e cè lindecente Cè il realismodecente nella forma indecente nella sostanza e cè il realismodecente tanto nelluna che nellaltra Tutta quanta la moralefemminile della nostra società frolla e senza convinzioni molto fisserisiede ormai nella decenza In questa parola sta appunto anchelavvenire della nuova scuola naturalista tanto osteggiata da chi nonlha ancora capita e tanto compromessa da chi nella forma non hasaputo trovare il giusto mezzo fra la verità nuda e cruda e ladesiderata decenzaLe trivialità le bassezze le turpitudini le laidezze e le miserieumanele quali in passato furono lasciate indietro da tutti iromantici come cose da non svelarsidevono essere portate inpubblico chiarite discusse sviscerate una buona volta perchèservano di leva al rimedio di ammaestramento agli ingenui di castigoe di flagello ai viziosiTutto sta dunque a saperle svelare con decenzaEmilio Zola che è pur sempre decente _nella forma_ ci presentò inNanà una donna che _nella sostanza_ non lo poteva essere del certoPuttana sbracata rotta ad ogni turpitudine in un ambiente di cinismoe di depravazione per conservarsi vera e reale doveva riuscire perforza molto indecenteOra se partita da Parigi e capitata per caso a Milano sullo scorciodel 1869 la Nanà di Zola si fosse conservata tale e quale ce lhapresentata il romanziere francese io dal canto mio non avrei fattacertamente la fatica di ricominciarne la storia da lui lasciata a quelpunto in sospesoNon lavrei fatto ancorchè avessi potuto pensare che per quanto essafosse rimasta la stessa sgualdrina pure le differenze di ambiente diinflussi di contorni di conoscenze dovevano dar luogo ad altrettantedifferenze di linee di tinte di chiaroscuri e di avvenimentiMa Nanà giunta a Milano non era più nè poteva essere più la stessadonna chella era a Parigi Io lho conosciuta nei pochi mesi chestette nella mia città lho studiata e ho trovato che il mutamentoavvenuto in lei era cosa degnissima di studio attento e profondo eche il mondo milanese che saggirava intorno a lei sarebbe stato unvero peccato mortale se lo si fosse trascurato e non si fosse pensatoda alcuno a portarlo innanzi ai lettori fotografato e caldo in unafisiologia di costumi contemporaneiQuella _cocotte_ francese sfinge non egiziana metteva tantasuddizione e pur tanta concupiscenza nel cuore di certi nostri giovanii quali colle dame e colle crestaie concittadine si mostravanoaudacissimi e ha dato una tinta così speciale ai fatti della vitamilanese e ai caratteri delle persone colle quali ebbe a che fare neipochi mesi di sua residenza che bisognerebbe essere proprio unbalordo per non cavarne un libro interessanteIn quanto a lei chi avrebbe detto che nel nuovo ambiente milanesedovesse apparire assai diversa da quello che ce lha descritta etramandata lo ZolaNessuna donna forse ebbe più di Nanà le doti che si attribuiscono alcamaleonte nessuna più di lei sapeva trasmutarsi da un giornoallaltro e da abbietta cortigiana diventar magari una signorarispettata e superbaEd ecco perchè a me è venuto il grillo di ripigliar da Zola istessoquesta donna stranissima che riuscì a miei occhi un tipo unico difiglia di Eva del nostro tempo un problema di isterismo a freddo unapersonificazione dello spirito scacciapensieri una sintesi diputtanesimo rapace unepopea di calcolato disinteresse un campoaperto di capricci di estri di fantasie di voglie di brame divanità di ambizioni di vaneggiamenti di simpatie di antipatie dilibidini di freddezze di affetti di passioni in continuacontraddizione con sè stessi anzi in continua ribellione fra loro untipo di avarizia un mostro di prodigalità un ecatombe di_toilettes_ un entusiasta del risparmiare un apoteosi dipoltroneria un prodigio di attività un iperbole di egoismo unmiracolo di buon cuore una iena pazza di ferocia,0
Produced by Suzanne L Shell Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamNOT GEORGE WASHINGTONAn Autobiographical Novelby P G Wodehouseand Herbert Westbrook1907CONTENTSPART ONE_Miss Margaret Goodwins Narrative_1  James Arrives2  James Sets Out3  A Harmless DeceptionPART TWO_James Orlebar Cloysters Narrative_1  The Invasion of Bohemia2  I Evacuate Bohemia3  The _Orb_4  Julian Eversleigh5  The Column6  New Years Eve7  I Meet Mr Thomas Blake8  I Meet the Rev John Hatton9  Julian Learns My Secret10 Tom Blake Again11 Julians Idea12 The First Ghost13 The Second Ghost14 The Third Ghost15 Eva Eversleigh16 I Tell Julian_Sidney Prices Narrative_17 A Ghostly Gathering18 One in the Eye19 In the Soup20 Norah Wins Home_Julian Eversleighs Narrative_21 The Transposition of Sentiment22 A Chat with James23 In a Hansom_Narrative Resumed by James Orlebar Cloyster_24 A Rift in the Clouds25 Briggs to the Rescue26 My TriumphPART ONE_Miss Margaret Goodwins Narrative_CHAPTER 1JAMES ARRIVESI am Margaret Goodwin A week from today I shall be Mrs James OrlebarCloysterIt is just three years since I first met James We made each othersacquaintance at halfpast seven on the morning of the 28th of July inthe middle of Fermain Bay about fifty yards from the shoreFermain Bay is in Guernsey My home had been with my mother for manyyears at St Martins in that island There we two lived our uneventfullives until fate brought one whom when first I set my eyes on him Iknew I lovedPerhaps it is indiscreet of me to write that down But what does itmatter It is for no ones reading but my own James my _fiancé_is _not_ peeping slyly over my shoulder as I write On thecontrary my door is locked and James is I believe in thesmokingroom of his hotel at St Peters PortAt that time it had become my habit to begin my day by rising beforebreakfast and taking a swim in Fermain Bay which lies across the roadin front of our cottage The practiceI have since abandoned itwasgood for the complexion and generally healthy I had kept it upmoreover because I had somehow cherished an unreasonable butpersistent presentiment that some day Somebody James as it turnedout would cross the pathway of my maiden existence I told myself thatI must be ready for him It would never do for him to arrive and findno one to meet himOn the 28th of July I started off as usual I wore a short tweed skirtbrown stockingsmy ankles were and are gooda calico blouse and ared tamoshanter Ponto barked at my heels In one hand I carried myblue twill bathinggown In the other a miniature alpenstock The sunhad risen sufficiently to scatter the slight mist of the summermorning and a few flecked clouds were edged with a slender frame ofred goldLeisurely and with my presentiment strong upon me I descended thesteep cliffside to the cave on the left of the bay where guarded bythe faithful Ponto I was accustomed to disrobe and soon afterwards Icame out my dark hair over my shoulders and blue twill over a portionof the rest of me to climb out to the point of the projecting rocksso that I might dive gracefully and safely into the still blue waterI was a good swimmer I reached the ridge on the opposite side of thebay without fatigue not changing from a powerful breaststroke I thensat for a while at the waters edge to rest and to drink in thethrilling glory of what my heart persisted in telling me was themorning of my lifeAnd then I saw HimNot distinctly for he was rowing a dinghy in my direction andconsequently had his back to meIn the stress of my emotions and an aggravation of modesty I divedagain With an intensity like that of a captured conger I yearned to behidden by the water I could watch him as I swam for strictlyspeaking he was in my way though a little farther out to sea thanI intended to go As I drew near I noticed that he wore an odd garmentlike a dressinggown He had stopped rowingI turned upon my back for a moments rest and as I did so heard acry I resumed my former attitude and brushed the salt water from myeyesThe dinghy was wobbling unsteadily The dressinggown was in the bowsand he my seagod was in the water Only for a second I saw him Thenhe sankHow I blessed the muscular development of my armsI reached him as he came to the surfaceThats twice he remarked contemplatively as I seized him by theshouldersBe brave I said excitedly I can save youI should be most awfully obliged he saidDo exactly as I tell youI say he remonstrated youre not going to drag me along by theroots of my hair are youThe natural timidity of man is I find attractiveI helped him to the boat and he climbed in I trod water clingingwith one hand to the sternAllow me he said bending downNo thank you I repliedNot reallyThank you very much but I think I will stay where I amBut you may get cramp By the wayIm really frightfully obliged toyou for saving my lifeI mean a perfect strangerIm afraid itsquite spoiled your dipNot at all I said politely Did you get crampA twinge It was awfully kind of youNot at allThen there was a rather awkward silenceIs this your first visit to Guernsey I askedYes I arrived yesterday Its a delightful place Do you live hereYes that white cottage you can just see through the treesI suppose I couldnt give you a tow anywhereNo thank you very much I will swim backAnother constrained silenceAre you ever in London MissGoodwin Oh yes we generally go over in the winter MrCloyster Really How jolly Do you go to the theatre muchOh yes We saw nearly everything last time we were overThere was a third silence I saw a remark about the weather tremblingon his lip and as I was beginning to feel the chill of the water alittle I determined to put a temporary,32
Etext prepared by David Starner SR Ellison and the Online DistributedProofing TeamNATIONAL EPICSBYKATE MILNER RABB1896TO MY MOTHERPREFACEThis volume is intended for an introduction to the study of the epicsWhile the simplicity and directness of the epic style seem to make such abook unnecessary the fact that to many persons of literary tastes some ofthese great poems are inaccessible and that to many more the pleasure ofexploring for themselves the realms of gold is rendered impossible bythe cares of business has seemed sufficient excuse for its being Thoughthe beauty of the original is of necessity lost in a condensation of thiskind an endeavor has been made to preserve the characteristic epithetsand to retain what Mr Arnold called the simple truth about the matter ofthe poem It is believed that the sketch prefacing each story givingbriefly the length versification and history of the poem will have itsvalue to those readers who have not access to the epics and that theselections following the story each recounting a complete incident willgive a better idea of the epic than could be formed from passagesscattered through the textThe epic originated among tribes of barbarians who deified departedheroes and recited legends in praise of their deeds As the hymndeveloped the chorus and strophe were dropped and the narrative only waspreserved The word epic was used simply to distinguish the narrativepoem which was recited from the lyric which was sung and from thedramatic which was actedAs the nation passed from childhood to youth the legends of the hero thateach wandering minstrel had changed to suit his fancy were collected andfused into one by some great poet who by his power of unification madethis written epic his ownThis is the origin of the Hindu epics the Iliad and the Odyssey theKalevala the ShahNameh Beowulf the Nibelungen Lied the Cidand the Song of RolandThe conditions for the production of the primitive epic exist but once ina nations growth Its later epics must be written on subjects of nationalimportance chosen by the poet who arranges and embellishes his materialaccording to the rules of the primitive epic To this class belong theAeneid the Jerusalem Delivered and the Lusiad Dantes poem isbroader for it is the epic of mediaeval Christianity Milton likewisesought higher argument than  Wars hitherto the only argument      Heroic deemedand crystallized the religious beliefs of his time in Paradise LostThe characteristics both of the primitive and the modern epic are theiruniform metre simplicity of construction concentration of action into ashort time and the use of episode and dialogue The main difference liesin the impersonality of the primitive epic whose author has so skillfullyhidden himself behind his work that as some one has said of Homer hisheroes are immortal but his own existence is doubtfulAlthough the historical events chronicled in the epics have in every casebeen so distorted by the fancy of the poets that they cannot be acceptedas history the epics are storehouses of information concerning ancientmanners and customs religious beliefs forms of government treatment ofwomen and habits of feelingConstructed upon the noblest principles of art and pervaded by theeternal calm of the immortals these poems have an especial value to uswho have scarcely yet realized that poetry is an art and are feverishfrom the unrest of our time If by the help of this volume any reader beenabled to find a portion of the wisdom that is hidden in these mines itspurpose will have been accomplishedMy thanks are due to Mr John A Wilstach for the use of selections fromhis translation of the Divine Comedy to Prof J M Crawford for theuse of selections from his translation of the Kalevala to Henry Holt Co for the use of selections from Rabillons translation of La Chansonde Roland to Roberts Brothers for the use of selections from EdwinArnolds Indian Idylls to Prof J C Hall for the use of selectionsfrom his translation of Beowulf and to A C Armstrong  Son for theuse of selections from Coningtons Translation of the Aeneid Theselections from the Iliad and the Odyssey are used with the permissionof and by special arrangement with Houghton Mifflin  Co publishers ofBryants translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey Special thanks aredue to Miss Eliza G Browning of the Public Library of Indianapolis toMiss Florence Hughes of the Library of Indiana University and to MissCharity Dye of IndianapolisK M RINDIANAPOLIS IND September 1896CONTENTSTHE HINDU EPIC THE RAMÂYÂNATHE HINDU EPIC THE MAHÂBHÂRATATHE GREEK EPIC THE ILIADTHE GREEK EPIC THE ODYSSEYTHE FINNISH EPIC THE KALEVALATHE ROMAN EPIC THE AENEIDTHE SAXON EPIC BEOWULFTHE GERMAN EPIC THE NIBELUNGEN LIEDTHE FRENCH EPIC THE SONG OF ROLANDTHE PERSIAN EPIC THE SHAHNAMEHTHE SPANISH EPIC THE POEM OF THE CIDTHE ITALIAN EPIC THE DIVINE COMEDYTHE ITALIAN EPIC THE ORLANDO FURIOSOTHE PORTUGUESE EPIC THE LUSIADTHE ITALIAN EPIC THE JERUSALEM DELIVEREDTHE ENGLISH EPIC PARADISE LOSTTHE ENGLISH EPIC PARADISE REGAINEDSELECTIONSFROM THE RÂMÂYANA                        TRANSLATOR  The Descent of the Ganges           _Milman_  The Death of Yajnadatta                 FROM THE MAHÂBHÂRATA  Sâvitrî or Love and Death         _Arnold_  The Great Journey                       FROM THE ILIAD  Helen at the Scaean Gates           _Bryant_  The Parting of Hector and Andromache    FROM THE ODYSSEY  The Palace of Alcinoüs              _Bryant_  The Bending of the Bow                  FROM THE KALEVALA  Ilmarinens Wedding Feast,0
Produced by Robert Shimmin Tiffany Vergon Charles AldarondoCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamOBITER DICTA   An _obiter dictum_ in the language of the law is    a gratuitous opinion an individual impertinence which    whether it be wise or foolish right or wrong bindeth    nonenot even the lips that utter itOLD JUDGE_PREFACE TO THE AMERICAN EDITIONThis seems a very little book to introduce to so large a continent Nosuch enterprise would ever have suggested itself to the homekeepingmind of the Author who none the less when this edition was proposedto him by Messrs Scribner on terms honorable to them and grateful tohim found the notion of being read in America most fragrant anddelightfulLondon February 13 1885_CONTENTS                                   CARLYLEON THE ALLEGED OBSCURITY OF MR BROWNINGS POETRYTRUTHHUNTINGACTORSA ROGUES MEMOIRSTHE VIA MEDIAFALSTAFFCARLYLEThe accomplishments of our race have of late become so varied that itis often no easy task to assign him whom we would judge to his properstation among men and yet until this has been done the guns of ourcriticism cannot be accurately levelled and as a consequence thegreater part of our fire must remain futile He for example whowould essay to take account of Mr Gladstone must read much elsebesides Hansard he must brush up his Homer and set himself toacquire some theology The place of Greece in the providential orderof the world and of laymen in the Church of England must beconsidered together with a host of other subjects of much apparentirrelevance to a statesmans life So too in the case of hisdistinguished rival whose death eclipsed the gaiety of politics andbanished epigram from Parliament keen must be the critical facultywhich can nicely discern where the novelist ended and the statesmanbegan in Benjamin DisraeliHappily no such difficulty is now before us Thomas Carlyle was awriter of books and he was nothing else Beneath this judgment hewould have winced but have remained silent for the facts are soLittle men sometimes though not perhaps so often as is taken forgranted complain of their destiny and think they have been hardlytreated in that they have been allowed to remain so undeniably smallbut great men with hardly an exception nauseate their greatness fornot being of the particular sort they most fancy The poet Gray waspassionately fond so his biographers tell us of military historybut he took no Quebec General Wolfe took Quebec and whilst he wastaking it recorded the fact that he would sooner have written GraysElegy and so Carlylewho panted for action who hated eloquencewhose heroes were Cromwell and Wellington Arkwright and the ruggedBrindley who beheld with pride and no ignoble envy the bridge atAuldgarth his masonfather had helped to build half a century beforeand then exclaimed A noble craft that of a mason a good buildingwill last longer than most booksthan one book in a million whodespised men of letters and abhorred the reading public whosegospel was Silence and Actionspent his life in talking and writingand his legacy to the world is thirtyfour volumes octavoThere is a familiar melancholy in this but the critic has no need togrow sentimental We must have men of thought as well as men ofaction poets as much as generals authors no less than artizanslibraries at least as much as militia and therefore we may accept andproceed critically to examine Carlyles thirtyfour volumes remainingsomewhat indifferent to the fact that had he had the fashioning of hisown destiny we should have had at his hands blows instead of booksTaking him then as he wasa man of lettersperhaps the best typeof such since Dr Johnson died in Fleet Street what are we to say ofhis thirtyfour volumesIn them are to be found criticism biography history politicspoetry and religion I mention this variety because of a foolishnotion at one time often found suitably lodged in heads otherwiseempty that Carlyle was a passionate old man dominated by two orthree extravagant ideas to which he was for ever giving utterance inlanguage of equal extravagance The thirtyfour volumes octavo renderthis opinion untenable by those who can read Carlyle cannot be killedby an epigram nor can the many influences that moulded him bereferred to any single source The rich banquet his genius has spreadfor us is of many courses The fire and fury of the LatterDayPamphlets may be disregarded by the peaceful soul and the preferencegiven to the Past of Past and Present which with its intense andsympathetic mediaevalism might have been written by a Tractarian TheLife of Sterling is the favourite book of many who would sooner pickoakum than read Frederick the Great all through whilst the merestudent of _belles lettres_ may attach importance to the essayson Johnson Burns and Scott on Voltaire and Diderot on Goethe andNovalis and yet remain blankly indifferent to Sartor Resartus andThe French RevolutionBut true as this is it is none the less true that excepting possiblythe Life of Schiller Carlyle wrote nothing not clearly recognisableas his All his books are his very ownbone of his bone and flesh ofhis flesh They are not stolen goods nor elegant exhibitions ofrecently and hastily acquired waresThis being so it may be as well if before proceeding any further Iattempt with a scrupulous regard to brevity to state what I take tobe the invariable indications of Mr Carlyles literary handiworkthetokens of his presenceThomas Carlyle his markFirst of all it may be stated without a shadow of a doubt that heis one of those who would sooner be wrong with Plato than right withAristotle in one word he is a mystic What he says of Novalis maywith equal truth be said of himself He belongs to that class ofpersons who do not recognise the syllogistic method as the chief organfor investigating truth or feel themselves bound at all times to stopshort where its light fails them Many of his,13
This eBook was produced by Joel Erickson joeloneporpoisecomCharles Franks charlzlvcablemodemcom and Juliet SutherlandPAULATHE WALDENSIANby Eva Lecomte_Adapted and translated from the Spanish Version by W M Strong_PREFACEI Hope and trust that the young people who read this book will have as muchjoy in the reading of it as I have had in its writingPaulas Saviour wishes to be your Saviour too Paula was by no meansperfect but she did love God with all her heart and her neighbor asherselfThis simple country girl young and strong yet so tenderhearted andforgetful of self appears to me sometimes like one of the clear brooks ofmy beloved land pure and fresh slipping noiselessly between floweredbanks of forgetmenots It was by love that she conqueredas we shallseeIf some day you should come to my country do not forget that I would havegreat joy in seeing any of those who have read this book I live in thelittle town of Villar at the bottom of the valley where on every sidethere are hills and mountains as far as the eye can reach To me it is theloveliest country in the world and I am sure that Paula thought so tooAnd so goodbye dear young reader I must not keep you any longer for Iam sure you have a great desire to know about Paula and anyway I supposeyou will have done what I would have done at your age namely read thestory first and left my poor preface to the lastfor which I have alreadypardoned youAnd now may God bless you Paula dear as you walk among these my youngfriends who read about you My prayer is that you may shed over them thesame sweet ray of celestial light that you have already shed over othersEVA LECOMTEVillarPellice FranceTranslators notePaula was originally written in French and translated from thence intoSpanish and the present translator having discovered this literary andspiritual jewel felt that it should be given also to the young people ofthe Englishspeaking world not only that they might know Paula herselfbut that through her they might become more intimately acquainted withPaulas Saviour and accept Him as their own Redeemer and LordW M STRONGCoihueco Chile South America 1940CONTENTSPART ONE1 AN UNEXPECTED LETTER2 MEMORIES3 PAULA ARRIVES4 PAULAS TREASURES5 LOUIS WATCH6 IN THE MIDST OF DARKNESS7 CATALINAS ILLNESS8 THE FIVEFRANC PIECE9 A LITTLE GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN10 IN THE COUNTRY11 THE CAT MOTHER12 A TREASURE RESTORED13 THE SCHOOLTEACHER AND HER BROTHERPART TWO1 SOME YEARS LATER2 THE BRETON3 SAVED4 THE YOUNG SCHOOLMISTRESS5 THE NIGHTSCHOOL6 THE HOUSE OF GOD7 IN HIS PRESENCEPART ONECHAPTER ONEAN UNEXPECTED LETTERClearly engraved on the walls of my memory there still remains a picture ofthe great gray house where I spent my childhood It was originally used formore than a hundred years as the convent of the White Ladies with itsfour long galleries one above the other looking proudly down upon thehumbler dwellings of the village On the side of the house where ran thebroad road from Rouen to Darnetal a high rugged wall surrounded a wideyard guarded at the entrance by two massive doors studded with enormousspikes The naked barrenness of this yard was to say the least forbiddingin the extreme but the fertile fields on the other side of the housespread themselves like a vast and beautiful green carpet dotted here andthere with little villages crowned with church spires and theircorresponding belfries from which on a Sunday morning pealed out thecheerful call to prayer and worship The ancient convent long before ourstory begins had been transformed into a lovely dwelling with an immensegarden on one side edged by a dozen little brick houses that seemed sosmall that they made us children think of certain dollhouses that we usedto see in the Paris magazines They were known locally as the RedCottages A long avenue of ancient elms separated us from these houses ofour neighbors and in front of the cottages stretched a line of stonebenches where in the shade of the great trees the old men of the villageused to sit and recount to us tales of the days when the Conventflourished Some of these stories made us shiver Indeed they had a habitof straying into our dreams at nightThe rest of the land around the Convent had with the passing of the yearsfallen into the hands of the villagers themselves Each one had a smallspace for flowers in front and a vegetable garden behindOf course our own garden covering the whole space in front of the RedCottages was a much more pretentious affair with its deep well itsmanycolored kiosks and its noisy beehives In fact it was in our eyesthe most enchanting corner of the earthI dont remember all the details about the special thing that happened oneday but I know that I shall never forget it to the end of my lifeWe were at tea in the garden Teresa our old servant was walking up anddown in her kitchen She never seemed to have time to sit down to eat Dearold Teresa She always seemed like a mother to me for we had lost our owndear mother when I was still in the cradleMy brother and I had quarrelled over a mere nothing when we were called into tea by our father Of course we did not dare continue our disputeopenly in front of him but we continued our warlike activities by kickingeach other under the tableLouis was ten years old and I was nine As he was older and a boy he ofcourse considered that he had the right to the last word Now kicks hadreplaced words but as we were seated at quite a distance from one anotherwe did not succeed in causing very great damage to each others shinsNotwithstanding this I began to lose patience and in order to end thematter knowing that Louis was not very courageous I leaned my chair asfar inside as I could and let him have one terrific kick At this his facechanged color and my father now disturbed by the extra noise of my kickfinally began to,13
Produced by Dave Maddock Charlz Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamAMERICAN PRISONERS OF THE REVOLUTIONBYDANSKE DANDRIDGEDedicationTO THE MEMORY OF MY GRANDFATHERLieutenant Daniel Bedinger of Bedford VirginiaA BOY IN PRISONAS REPRESENTATIVE OF ALL THAT WAS BRAVEST AND MOST HONORABLE IN THELIFE AND CHARACTER OF THE PATRIOTS OF 1776PREFACEThe writer of this book has been interested for many years in thesubject of the sufferings of the American prisoners of theRevolution Finding the information she sought widely scattered shehas for her own use and for that of all students of the subjectgathered all the facts she could obtain within the covers of thisvolume There is little that is original in the compilation Thereader will find that extensive use has been made of such narrativesas that Captain Dring has left us The accounts could have been givenin the compilers own words but they would only thereby have lostin strength The original narratives are all out of print very scarceand hard to obtain and the writer feels justified in reprinting themin this collection for the sake of the general reader interested inthe subject and not able to search for himself through the mass oforiginal material some of which she has only discovered after monthsof research Her work has mainly consisted in abridging these recordscollected from so many different sourcesThe writer desires to express her thanks to the courteous librariansof the Library of Congress and of the War and Navy Departments toDr Langworthy for permission to publish his able and interestingpaper on the subject of the prisons in New York and to many otherswho have helped her in her taskDANSKE DANDRIDGE_December 6th 1910_CONTENTSCHAPTER         PREFACE      I INTRODUCTORY     II THE RIFLEMEN OF THE REVOLUTION    III NAMES OF SOME OF THE PRISONERS OF 1776     IV THE PRISONERS OF NEW YORKJONATHAN GILLETT      V WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM THE PROVOST MARSHAL     VI THE CASE OF JABEZ FITCH    VII THE HOSPITAL DOCTORA TORYS ACCOUNT OF NEW YORK IN    1777ETHAN ALLENS ACCOUNT OF THE PRISONERS   VIII THE ACCOUNT OF ALEXANDER GRAYDON     IX A FOUL PAGE OF ENGLISH HISTORY      X A BOY IN PRISON     XI THE NEWSPAPERS OF THE REVOLUTION    XII THE TRUMBULL PAPERS AND OTHER SOURCES OF INFORMATION   XIII A JOURNAL KEPT IN THE PROVOST    XIV FURTHER TESTIMONY OF CRUELTIES ENDURED BY AMERICAN PRISONERS     XV THE OLD SUGAR HOUSETRINITY CHURCHYARD    XVI CASE OF JOHN BLATCHFORD   XVII BENJAMIN FRANKLIN AND OTHERS ON THE SUBJECT OF AMERICAN   PRISONERS  XVIII THE ADVENTURES OF ANDREW SHERBURNE    XIX MORE ABOUT THE ENGLISH PRISONSMEMOIR OF ELI    BICKFORDCAPTAIN FANNING     XX SOME SOUTHERN NAVAL PRISONERS    XXI EXTRACTS FROM NEWSPAPERSSOME OF THE PRISON SHIPSCASE OF    CAPTAIN BIRDSALL   XXII THE JOURNAL OF DR ELIAS CORNELIUSBRITISH PRISONS IN THE   SOUTH  XXIII A POET ON A PRISON SHIP   XXIV THERE WAS A SHIP    XXV A DESCRIPTION OF THE JERSEY   XXVI THE EXPERIENCE OF EBENEZER FOX  XXVII THE EXPERIENCE OF EBENEZER FOX CONTINUED XXVIII THE CASE OF CHRISTOPHER HAWKINS   XXIX TESTIMONY OF PRISONERS ON BOARD THE JERSEY    XXX RECOLLECTIONS OF ANDREW SHERBURNE   XXXI CAPTAIN ROSWELL PALMER  XXXII THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN ALEXANDER COFFIN XXXIII A WONDERFUL DELIVERANCE  XXXIV THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN DRING   XXXV THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN DRING CONTINUED  XXXVI THE INTERMENT OF THE DEAD XXXVII DAME GRANT AND HER BOATXXXVIII THE SUPPLIES FOR THE PRISONERS  XXXIX FOURTH OF JULY ON THE JERSEY     XL AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE    XLI THE MEMORIAL TO GENERAL WASHINGTON   XLII THE EXCHANGE  XLIII THE CARTELCAPTAIN DRINGS NARRATIVE CONTINUED   XLIV CORRESPONDENCE OF WASHINGTON AND OTHERS    XLV GENERAL WASHINGTON AND REAR ADMIRAL DIGBYCOMMISSARIES    SPROAT AND SKINNER   XLVI SOME OF THE PRISONERS ON BOARD THE JERSEY         CONCLUSION   APPENDIX A LIST OF 8000 MEN WHO WERE PRISONERS ON BOARD THE OLD   JERSEY   APPENDIX B THE PRISON SHIP MARTYRS OF THE REVOLUTION AND AN   UNPUBLISHED DIARY OF ONE OF THEM WILLIAM SLADE NEW CANAAN CONN   LATER OF CORNWALL VT   APPENDIX C BIBLIOGRAPHYCHAPTER IINTRODUCTORYIt is with no desire to excite animosity against a people whose bloodis in our veins that we publish this volume of facts about some of theAmericans seamen and soldiers who were so unfortunate as to fallinto the hands of the enemy during the period of the Revolution Wehave concealed nothing of the truth but we have set nothing down inmalice or with undue recriminationIt is for the sake of the martyrs of the prisons themselves that thiswork has been executed It is because we as a people ought to knowwhat was endured what wretchedness what relentless torture evenunto death was nobly borne by the men who perished by thousands inBritish prisons and prison ships of the Revolution it is because weare in danger of forgetting the sacrifice they made of their freshyoung lives in the service of their country because the story hasnever been adequately told that we however unfit we may feelourselves for the task have made an effort to give the people ofAmerica some account of the manner in which these young heroes theflower of the land in the prime of their vigorous manhood met theirterrible fateToo long have they lain in the ditches where they were thrown acartfull at a time like dead dogs by their heartless murderersunknown unwept unhonored and unremembered Who can tell,4
This book content was graciously contributed by the GutenbergProjektDE That project is reachable at the web sitehttpgutenberg2000deDieses Buch wurde uns freundlicherweise vom Gutenberg ProjektDE zurVerfügung gestellt Das Projekt ist unter der InternetAdressehttpgutenberg2000de erreichbarFriedrich SchillerDer Parasitoder die Kunst sein Glück zu machenEin Lustspiel nach dem Französischen des PicardPersonenNarbonne MinisterMadame Belmont seine MutterCharlotte seine TochterSelicour La Roche und Firmin Subalternen des MinistersKarl Firmin des Letztern Sohn LieutenantMichel Kammerdiener des MinistersRobineau ein junger Bauer Selicours VetterDie Scene ist zu Paris in einem Vorgemach des MinistersErster AufzugErster AuftrittFirmin der Vater und Karl FirminKarl  Welch glücklicher ZufallDenken Sie doch VaterFirmin  Was istsKarl  Ich habe sie wieder gefundenFirmin  WenKarl  Charlotten  Seitdem ich in Paris bin suchte ich sie an allenöffentlichen Plätzen vergebensund das erste Mal daß ich zu Ihnenaufs Bureau komme führt mein Glücksstern sie mir entgegenFirmin  Aber wie dennKarl  Denken Sie doch nur  Dieses herrliche Mädchen das ich zuColmar im Haus ihrer Tante besuchtediese Charlotte die ich liebeund ewig lieben werdesie ist die TochterFirmin  WessenKarl  Ihres Principals des neuen MinistersIch kannte sie immernur unter dem Namen CharlotteFirmin  Sie ist die TochterKarl  Des Herrn von NarbonneFirmin  Und du liebst sie nochKarl  Mehr als jemals mein VaterSie hat mich nicht erkanntglaub ich ich wollte ihr eben meine Verbeugung machen als Sieherein tratenUnd gut daß Sie mich störten  Denn was hätte ichihr sagen können  Meine Verwirrung mußte ihr sichtbar werden undmeine Gefühle verrathenIch beherrsche mich nicht mehr  Seit densechs Monaten daß ich von ihr getrennt bin ist sie mein einzigerGedankesie ist der Inhalt die Seele meiner Gedichteder Beifallden man mir gezollt ihr allein gebührt er denn meine Liebe ist derGott der mich begeistertFirmin  Ein Poet und ein Verliebter überredet sich Vieles wenn erzwanzig Jahre alt istAuch ich habe in deinen Jahren meine Verseund meine Zeit verlorenSchade daß über dem schönen Wahn desLebens beste Hälfte dahin gehtUnd wenn doch nur wenigstens einigeHoffnung bei dieser Liebe wäreAber nach etwas zu streben was manniemals erreichen kannCharlotte Narbonne ist eines reichen undvornehmen Mannes TochterUnser ganzer Reichthum ist meine Stelleund deine LieutenantsgageKarl  Aber ist das nicht ein wenig Ihre eigene Schuld mein VaterVerzeihen Sie  Mit Ihren Fähigkeiten wornach könnten Sie nichtstreben  Wollten Sie Ihren Werth geltend machen Sie wärenvielleicht selbst Minister anstatt sein Commis zu sein und Ihr Sohndürfte ungescheut seine Ansprüche zu Charlotten erhebenFirmin  Dein Vater ist das größte Genie wenn man dich hört  Laßgut sein mein Sohn ich weiß besser was ich werth bin  Ich habeeinige Uebung und bin zu brauchenAber wie viele ganz andere Männerals ich bin bleiben im Dunkeln und sehen sich von unverschämtenGlückspilzen verdrängtNein mein Sohn  Laß uns nicht zu hochhinaus wollenKarl  Aber auch nicht zu wenig auf uns halten  Wie  Sollten Sienicht unendlich mehr werth sein als dieser Selicour IhrVorgesetzterdieser ausgeblasene Hohlkopf der unter dem vorigenMinister Alles machte der sich durch Niederträchtigkeiten in seineGunst einschmeichelte Stellen vergab Pensionen erschlich und derjetzt auch schon bei dem neuen Minister Alles gilt wie ich höreFirmin  Was hast du gegen diesen Selicour  Wird sein Geschäft nichtgethan wie es sein sollKarl  Ja weil Sie ihm helfenSie können nicht leugnen daß Siedrei Viertheile seiner Arbeit verrichtenFirmin  Man muß einander wechselseitig zu Gefallen sein  Verseheich seine Stelle so versieht er auch oft die meinigeKarl  Ganz recht  Darum sollten Sie an seinem Platze stehen und eran dem IhrenFirmin  Ich will keinen Andern aus seinem Platze verdrängen und bingern da wo ich stehe in der DunkelheitKarl  Sie sollten so hoch streben als Sie reichen könnenDaß Sieunter dem vorigen Minister sich in der Entfernung hielten machteIhrer Denkungsart Ehre und ich bewunderte Sie darum nur desto mehrSie fühlten sich zu edel um durch die Gunst erlangen zu wollenwas Ihrem Verdienst gebührte  Aber Narbonne sagt man ist einvortrefflicher Mann der das Verdienst aussucht der das Gute willWarum wollen Sie aus übertriebener Bescheidenheit auch jetzt noch derUnfähigkeit und Intrigue das Feld überlassenFirmin  Deine Leidenschaft verführt dich Selicours Fehler und meinVerdienst zu übertreibenSei es auch daß Selicour für seinmittelmäßiges Talent zu hoch hinaus will er ist redlich und meint esgut  Mag er seine Arbeit thun oder durch einen Andern thun lassenwenn sie nur gethan wirdUnd gesetzt er taugte weniger tauge ichum derentwillen mehr  Wächst mir ein Verdienst zu aus seinemUnwerth  Ich habe mir bisher in meiner Verborgenheit ganz wohlgefallen und nach keinem höhern Ziel gestrebt  Soll ich in meinemAlter meine Gesinnung ändern  Mein Platz sei zu schlecht für michImmerhin  Weit besser als wenn ich zu schlecht für meine StellewäreKarl  Und ich müßte also Charlotten entsagenZweiter AuftrittLa Roche  Beide FirminFirmin  Kommt da nicht La RocheLa Roche niedergeschlagen  Er selbstFirmin  So schwermüthig  Was ist Ihnen begegnetLa Roche  Sie gehen aufs Bureau  Wie glücklich sind SieIchich will den angenehmen Morgen genießen und auf dem Wall promenierenFirmin  La Roche  Was ist das  Sollten Sie nicht mehrLa Roche zuckt die Achseln  Nicht mehrMein Platz ist vergebenSeit gestern hab ich meinen Laufpaß erhaltenKarl  Um GotteswillenLa Roche  Meine Frau weiß noch nichts davon  Lassen Sie sich janichts gegen sie merken  Sie ist krank sie würde den Tod davonhabenKarl  Sorgen Sie nicht  Von uns soll sie nichts erfahrenFirmin  Aber sagen Sie mir La Roche wieLa Roche  Hat man mir das Geringste vorzuwerfen  Ich will michnicht selbst loben aber ich kann ein Register halten meineCorrespondenz führen denk ich so gut als ein Anderer  Ich habekeine Schulden gegen meine Sitten ist nichts zu sagenAuf demBurean bin ich der Erste der kommt und der Letzte der abgeht unddoch verabschiedetFirmin  Wer Sie kennt muß Ihnen das Zeugniß gebenKarl  Aber wer kann Ihnen diesen schlimmen Dienst geleistet habenLa Roche  Wer  Es ist ein Freundschaftsdienst von dem SelicourKarl  Ists möglichLa Roche  Ich hab es von guter HandFirmin  Aber wieLa Roche  Der Selicour ist aus meinem Ort wie Sie wissen,45
Produced by Suzanne Shell Mary Meehan and PG Distributed Proofreaders                          THE PRICE OF THINGS                             BY ELINOR GLYN                                  1919FOREWORDI wrote this book in Paris in the winter of 191718in the midst ofbombs and raids and death Everyone was keyed up to a strange pitchand only primitive instincts seemed to stand out distinctlyLife appeared brutal and our very fashion of speaking the words weused the way we looked at things was more realisticcoarserthan intimes of peace when civilization can reassert itself again This is whythe story shocks some readers I quite understand that it might do sobut I deem it the duty of writers to make a faithful picture of eachphase of the era they are living in that posterity may be correctlyinformed about things and get the atmosphere of epochsThe story is so to speak rough hewn But it shows the danger ofbreaking laws and interfering with fatewhether the laws be of Godor of ManIt is also a psychological study of the instincts of two women which thestrenuous times brought to the surface Amaryllis with all herbreeding and gentleness reacting to natures call in her fierce fidelityto the father of her childand Harietta becoming in herself theepitome of the ageold prostituteI advise those who are rebuffed by plain words and a ruthless analysisof the result of actions not to read a single pageSignature Elinor GlynTHE PRICE OF THINGSCHAPTER IIf one consciously and deliberately desires happiness on this planesaid the Russian one must have sufficient strength of will to banishall thought The moment that one begins to probe the meaning of thingsone has opened Pandoras box and it may be many lives before onediscovers hope lying at the bottom of itWhat do you mean by thought How can one not think Amaryllis Ardayreslarge grey eyes opened in a puzzled way She was on her honeymoon inParis at a party at the Russian Embassy and until now had acceptedthings and not speculated about them She had lived in the country andwas as good as goldShe was accepting her honeymoon with her accustomed calm although it wasnot causing her any of the thrills which Elsie Goldmore her schoolfriend had assured her she should discover thereinHoneymoons Heavens But perhaps it was because Sir John was dull Helooked dull she thought as he stood there talking to the Ambassador Afine figure of an Englishman butyesdull The Russian on thecontrary was not dull He was huge and ugly and roughhewnhis eyeswere yellowishgreen and slanted upwards and his face was franklyCalmuck But you knew that you were talking to a personalityto one whohad probably a number of unknown possibilities about him tucked awaysomewhereJohn had none of these One could be certain of exactly what he would doon any given occasionand it would always be his duty The Russian wasobserving this charming English bride critically she was such a perfectspecimen of that estimable racewellshaped refined and healthy Chockfull of temperament too he reflectedwhen she should discover herselfTemperament and romance and even passion and there were shrewdness andcommonsense as wellAn agreeable task for a man to undertake her education and he wishedthat he had timeAmaryllis Ardayre asked againHow can one not think I am always thinkingHe smiled indulgentlyOh no you are notyou only imagine that you are You have questionednothingyou do right generally because you have a nice character andhave been well brought up not from any conscious determination to upliftthe soul Yesis it not soShe was startledPerhapsDo you ever ask yourself what things mean What we arewhere we aregoing What is the end of it all Noyou are happy you live from dayto dayand yet you cannot be a very young ego your eyes are toowiseyou have had many incarnations It is merely that in this one lifethe note of awakening has not yet been struck You certainly must haveneeded sleepMany lives You believe in that theoryShe was not accustomed to discuss unorthodox subjects She wasinterestedBut of coursehow else could there be justice We draw the reflex ofevery evil action and of every good one but sometimes not until the nextincarnation that is why the heedless ones cannot grasp the truththeysee no visible result of either good or evilevil in fact seemsgenerally to win if there is a balance either wayWhy are we not allowed memory then so that we might profit byour lessonsWe should in that case improve from selfinterest and not have ourfaults eliminated by suffering We are given no conscious memory ofour last life so we go on fighting for whatever desire still holdsus until its achievement brings such overwhelming pain that thedesire is no moreWhy do you say that for happiness we must banish thoughtthat seemsa paradoxShe was a little disturbedI said if one _consciously_ and deliberately desired happiness one mustbanish thought to bring oneself back to the condition of hundreds ofpeople who are happy many of them are even elementals without souls atall They are permitted happiness so that they may become so attached tothe earth plane that they willingly return and gradually obtain a soulBut no one who is allowed to think is allowed any continued happinessthere would be no progress If so we should remain as brutesThen how cruel of you to suggest to me to think I want to behappyperhaps I do not want to obtain a soulThat was born long agomy words may have awakened it once more but thesleep was not deepAmaryllis Ardayre looked at the crowds passing and repassing in thosestately roomsTell me who is that woman over there she asked The,7
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Charles Bidwell and Distributed ProofreadersRAMPOLLIBYGEORGE MACDONALDCONTENTSPREFACE TO THE TRANSLATIONSTRANSLATIONS  FROM NOVALIS      SCHILLER      GOETHE      UHLAND      HEINE      VON SALISSEEWIS      CLAUDIUS  FROM THE DUTCH OF GENESTET  FROM THE GERMAN_Author to me unkown_  FROM PETRARCH  MILTONS ITALIAN POEMS  LUTHERS SONGBOOKA YEARS DIARY OF AN OLD SOULPREFACE TO THE TRANSLATIONSI think every man who can should help his people to inherit the earth bybringing into his own of the wealth of other tongues In the flowerpotsof translation I offer these few exotics with no little labour taught toexist I hope to breathe in English air Such labour is to me no lessserious than delightful for to do a mans work in the process ofcarrying over more injury than must be is a serious wrongI have endeavoured first of all to give the spirit of the poetryNext I have sought to retain each individual meaning that goes to formthe matter of a poemThird I have aimed at preserving the peculiar mode the aroma of thepoets style so far as I could do it without offence to the translatingEnglishFourth both rhythm and rime being essential elements of every poem inwhich they are used I have sought to respect them rigorouslyFifth spirit matter and form truly represented the more literal thetranslation the more satisfactory will be the resultAfter all translation is but a continuous effort after the impossibleThere is in it a general difficulty whose root has a thousandramifications the whole affair being but an accommodation ofdifficulties and a perfect translation from one language into another isa thing that cannot be effected One is tempted even to say that in thewhole range of speech there is no such thing as a synonymMuch difficulty arises from the comparative paucity in English of doubleor feminine rimes But I can remember only one case in which yielding toimpossibility I have sacrificed the feminine rime where one thing oranother must go the less valuable must be the victomBut sometimes a whole passage has had to suffer that a specially poeticline might retain its characterWith regard to the _Hymns to the Night_ and the _Spiritual Songs_ ofFriedrich von Hardenberg commonly called Novalis it is desirable tomention that they were written when the shadow of the death of hisbetrothed had begun to thin before the approaching dawn of his own newlife He died in 1801 at the age of twentynine His parents belonged tothe sect called Moravians but he had become a Roman CatholicPerhaps some of Luthers Songs might as well have been omitted but theyare all translated that the Songbook might be a whole Some I cannot tellhow many or which are from the Latin His work is rugged and where anoccasional fault in rime occurs I have reproduced itIn the few poems from the Italian I have found the representation of thefeminine rimes so frequent in that language an impossibility    FROM NOVALISHYMNS TO THE NIGHTSPIRITUAL SONGSA PARABLE From THE DISCIPLES AT SAIS    HYMNS TO THE NIGHTIBefore all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him whatliving sentient thing loves not the alljoyous light with its coloursits rays and undulations its gentle omnipresence in the form of thewakening Day The giant world of the unresting constellations inhales itas the innermost soul of life and floats dancing in its azure flood thesparkling evertranquil stone the thoughtful imbibing plant and thewild burning multiform beastworld inhales it but more than all thelordly stranger with the meaning eyes the swaying walk and the sweetlyclosed melodious lips Like a king over earthly nature it rouses everyforce to countless transformations binds and unbinds innumerablealliances hangs its heavenly form around every earthly substance Itspresence alone reveals the marvellous splendour of the kingdoms of theworldAside I turn to the holy unspeakable mysterious Night Afar lies theworld sunk in a deep grave waste and lonely is its place In the chordsof the bosom blows a deep sadness I am ready to sink away in drops ofdew and mingle with the ashesThe distances of memory the wishes ofyouth the dreams of childhood the brief joys and vain hopes of a wholelong life arise in gray garments like an evening vapour after thesunset In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents what ifit should never return to its children who wait for it with the faith ofinnocenceWhat springs up all at once so sweetly boding in my heart and stills thesoft air of sadness Dost thou also take a pleasure in us dusky NightWhat holdest thou under thy mantle that with hidden power affects mysoul Precious balm drips from thy hand out of its bundle of poppies Thouupliftest the heavyladen pinions of the soul Darkly and inexpressiblyare we moved joystartled I see a grave countenance that tender andworshipful inclines toward me and amid manifold entangled locksreveals the youthful loveliness of the Mother How poor and childish athing seems to me now the light how joyous and welcome the departure ofthe dayDidst thou not only therefore because the Night turns away fromthee thy servants strew in the gulfs of space those flashing globes toproclaim in seasons of thy absence thy omnipotence and thy returnMore heavenly than those glittering stars we hold the eternal eyes whichthe Night hath opened within us Farther they see than the palest of thosecountless hosts Needing no aid from the light they penetrate the depthsof a loving soul that fills a loftier region with bliss ineffable Gloryto the queen of the world to the great prophetess of holier worlds tothe fostermother of blissful love she sends thee to me thou tenderlybeloved the gracious sun of the Night Now am I awake for now am I thineand mine Thou hast made me know the Night and brought her to me to be mylife thou hast made of me a man Consume my body,50
Produced by David Starner Dave Maddock Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration_Lafayette Manchester_THE REV T K CHEYNE D LITT D DTHE RECONCILIATION OF RACES AND RELIGIONSBYTHOMAS KELLY CHEYNE D LITT D DFELLOW OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY MEMBER OF THE NAVA VIDHAN LAHORE THEBAHAI COMMUNITY ETC  RUHÌANI PRIEST OF THE PRINCE OF PEACETo my dear wife in whose poems are combined an ardent faith anuniversal charity and a simplicity of style which sometimes remindsme of the poet seer William Blake may she accept and enjoy theoffering and may a like happiness be my lot when the little volumereaches the hands of the ambassador of peacePREFACEThe primary aim of this work is twofold It would fain contribute tothe cause of universal peace and promote the better understanding ofthe various religions which really are but one religion The union ofreligions must necessarily precede the union of races which atpresent is so lamentably incomplete It appears to me that none of themen or women of goodwill is justified in withholding any suggestionswhich may have occurred to him For the crisis both political andreligious is alarmingThe question being ultimately a religious one the author may bepardoned if he devotes most of his space to the most important of itsreligious aspects He leaves it open to students of Christian politicsto make known what is the actual state of things and how this is tobe remedied He has however tried to help the reader by reprintingthe very noble Manifesto of the Society of Friends called forth bythe declaration of war against Germany by England on the fourth day ofAugust 1914In some respects I should have preferred a Manifesto representing thelofty views of the present Head of another Society of FriendstheBahai Fraternity Peace on earth has been the ideal of the BaÌbiÌsand Bahais since the BaÌbs time and Professor E G Browne hasperpetuated Bahaullahs noble declaration of the imminent setting upof the kingdom of God based upon universal peace But there is such athrilling actuality in the Manifesto of the Disciples of George Foxthat I could not help availing myself of Mr Isaac Sharps kindpermission to me to reprint it It is indeed an opportune settingforth of the eternal riches which will commend itself now as neverbefore to those who can say with the Grandfather in Tagores poemI am a jolly pilgrim to the land of losing everything The rulers ofthis world certainly do not cherish this ideal but the imminentreconstruction of international relations will have to be founded uponit if we are not to sink back into the gulf of militarismI have endeavoured to study the various races and religions on theirbest side and not to fetter myself to any individual teacher orparty for out of His fulness have all we received Max Müller washardly right in advising the Brahmists to call themselves Christiansand it is a pity that we so habitually speak of Buddhists andMohammedans I venture to remark that the favourite name of the Bahaisamong themselves is Friends The ordinary name Bahai comes from thedivine name Baha Glory of God so that Abdul Baha means Servantof the Glory of God One remembers the beautiful words of the Latincollect Cui servire regnare estAbdul Baha when in Oxford graciously gave me a new nameFootnote RuhÌani spiritual  Evidently he thought that my workwas not entirely done and would have me be ever looking for help tothe Spirit whose strength is made perfect in weakness Since thenhe has written me a Tablet letter from which I quote the followinglines_O thou my spiritual philosopher_Thy letter was received In reality its contents were eloquent forit was an evidence of thy literary fairness and of thy investigationof Reality There were many Doctors amongst the Jews but they wereall earthly but St Paul became heavenly because he could flyupwards In his own time no one duly recognized him nay rather hespent his days amidst difficulties and contempt Afterwards it becameknown that he was not an earthly bird he was a celestial one he wasnot a natural philosopher but a divine philosopherIt is likewise my hope that in the future the East and the West maybecome conscious that thou wert a divine philosopher and a herald tothe KingdomI have no wish to write my autobiography but may mention here that Isympathize largely with VambÃry a letter from whom to Abdul Bahawill be found farther on though I should express my own adhesion tothe Bahai leader in more glowing terms Wishing to get nearer to ahumancatholic religion I have sought the privilege of simultaneousmembership of several brotherhoods of Friends of God It is my wish toshow that both these and other homes of spiritual life are whenstudied from the inside essentially one and that religionsnecessarily issue in racial and worldwide unityRUHÌANIOXFORD _August_ 1914CONTENTS     PREFACE     INTRODUCTION  I THE JEWELS OF THE FAITHS II BIOGRAPHICAL AND HISTORICALIII BIOGRAPHICAL AND HISTORICAL continued IV BIOGRAPHICAL AND HISTORICAL AMBASSADOR TO HUMANITY  V A SERIES OF ILLUSTRATIVE STUDIES BEARING ON COMPARATIVE RELIGION     BAHAI BIBLIOGRAPHYINTRODUCTIONTO MEN AND WOMEN OF GOODWILL IN THE BRITISH EMPIRE_A Message reprinted by permission from the Religious Society ofFriends_We find ourselves today in the midst of what may prove to be thefiercest conflict in the history of the human race Whatever may beour view of the processes which have led to its inception we have nowto face the fact that war is proceeding upon a terrific scale and thatour own country is involved in itWe recognize that our Government has made most strenuous efforts topreserve peace and has entered into the war under a grave sense ofduty to a smaller State towards which we had moral and treatyobligations While as a Society we stand firmly to the belief thatthe method of force is no solution of any question we hold that thepresent moment is not one for criticism but for devoted service toour nationWhat is to be the attitude of Christian men and women and of all whobelieve in the brotherhood,50
Etext prepared by Ted Garvin Tonya Allen Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamREVOLUTIONARY HEROES AND OTHER HISTORICAL PAPERS           HISTORICAL CLASSIC READINGSNo 10                             BY                        JAMES PARTON                          AUTHOR OF   LIFE OF HORACE GREELEY LIFE OF ANDREW JACKSON LIFE AND            TIMES OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN ETC ETC       GEN JOSEPH WARREN            SIGNING THE DECLARATION OF       CAPT NATHAN HALE                 INDEPENDENCE       GEN WASHINGTONS SPIES      ROBERT MORRIS       VALLEY FORGE                 JOHN JAY       JOHN ADAMS                   FISHER AMES                      THE PINCKNEYSINTRODUCTIONJames Parton was born in Canterbury England February 9 1822 Whenfive years old he was brought to America and given an education in theschools of New York City and at White Plains N Y Subsequently heengaged in teaching in Philadelphia and New York City and for threeyears was a contributor to the _Home Journal_ Since that time hehas devoted his life to literary labors contributing many articles toperiodicals and publishing books on biographical subjects Whileemployed on the _Home Journal_ it occurred to him that aninteresting story could be made out of the life of Horace Greeley andhe mentioned the idea to a New York publisher Receiving the neededencouragement Mr Parton set about collecting material from Greeleysformer neighbors in Vermont and New Hampshire and in 1855 produced theLife of Horace Greeley which he afterwards extended and completed in1885 This venture was so profitable that he was encouraged to devotehimself to authorship In 1856 he brought out a collection of HumorousPoetry of the English Language from Chaucer to Saxe Following thisappeared in 1857 the Life of Aaron Burr prepared from originalsources and intended to redeem Burrs reputation from the charges thatattached to his memory In writing the Life of Andrew Jackson he alsohad access to original and unpublished documents This work waspublished in three volumes in 185960 Other works of later publicationare General Butler in New Orleans 1863 and 1882 Life and Times ofBenjamin Franklin 1864 How New York is Governed 1866 FamousAmericans of Recent Times containing Sketches of Henry Clay DanielWebster John C Calhoun John Randolph and others 1867 ThePeoples Book of Biography containing eighty short lives 1868Smoking and Drinking an essay on the evils of those practicesreprinted from the _Atlantic Monthly_ 1869 a pamphlet entitledThe Danish Islands Are We Bound to Pay for Them 1869 Topics ofthe Time a collection of magazine articles most of them treating ofadministrative abuses at Washington 1871 Triumphs of EnterpriseIngenuity and Public Spirit 1871 The Words of Washington 1872Fanny Fern a memorial volume 1873 Life of Thomas Jefferson ThirdPresident of the United States 1874 Taxation of Church Property1874 La Parnasse Français a Book of French Poetry from AD 1850 tothe Present Time 1877 Caricature and other Comic Art in All Timesand Many Lands 1877 A Life of Voltaire which was the fruit ofseveral years labor 1881 Noted Women of Europe and America 1883and Captains of Industry or Men of Business who did something besidesMaking Money a Book for Young Americans In addition to his writingMr Parton has proved a very successful lecturer on literary andpolitical topicsIn January 1856 Mr Parton married Sara Payson Willis a sister of thepoet N P Willis and herself famous as Fanny Fern the name of herpen He made New York City his home until 1875 three years after thedeath of his wife when he went to Newburyport where he now lives_The London Athenæum_ well characterizes Mr Parton as apainstaking honest and courageous historian ardent with patriotismbut unprejudiced a writer in short of whom the people of the UnitedStates have reason to be proudThe contents of this book have been selected from among the great numbercontributed from time to time by Mr Parton and are considered asparticularly valuable and interesting readingREVOLUTIONARY HEROESGENERAL JOSEPH WARRENA fiery vehement daring spirit was this Joseph Warren who was a doctorthirteen years a majorgeneral three days and a soldier three hoursIn that part of Boston which is called Roxbury there is a modern houseof stone on the front of which a passerby may read the followinginscriptionOn this spot stood the house erected in 1720 by Joseph Warren ofBoston remarkable for being the birthplace of General Joseph Warrenhis grandson who was killed at the battle of Bunker Hill June 171775There is another inscription on the house which reads thusJohn Warren a distinguished Physician and Anatomist was also bornhere The original mansion being in ruins this house was built by JohnC Warren MD in 1846 son of the lastnamed as a permanent memorialof the spotI am afraid the builder of this new house _poetized_ a little whenhe styled the original edifice a mansion It was a plain roomysubstantial farmhouse about the centre of the little village ofRoxbury and the father of Warren who occupied it was an industriousenterprising intelligent farmer who raised superior fruits andvegetables for the Boston market Warrens father was a,9
Produced by Charles Aldarondo Keren Vergon Charles Bidwelland PG Distributed ProofreadersTHE WORKS OF EUGENE FIELDVol IXTHE WRITINGS IN PROSE AND VERSE OF EUGENE FIELD    SONGS AND OTHER VERSEINTRODUCTIONIt is about impossible for a man to get rid of his Puritan grandfathersand nobody who has ever had one has ever escaped his Puritan grandmotherso said Eugene Field to me one sweet April day when we talked together ofthe things of the spirit It is one of his own confessions that he wasfond of clergymen Most preachers are supposed to be helplessly tied upwith such a set of limitations that there are but a few jokes which theymay tolerate and a small number of delights into which they may enterDoubtless many a cheerful soul likes to meet such of the clergy in orderthat the worldling may feel the contrast of liberty with bondage anddemonstrate by bombardment of wit and humor how intellectually thin arethe walls against which certain forms of skepticism and fun offend EugeneField did not belong to these He called them a tribe which do unseemlybeset the saints Nobody has ever had a more numerous or loving clientageof friendship among the ministers of this city than the author of TheHoly Cross and The Little Yaller Baby Those of this number who wereclosest to the fullhearted singer know that beneath and within all hisexquisite wit and ludicrous railleryso often directed against theshallow formalist or the unctuous hypocritethere were an aspirationtoward the divine and a desire for what is often slightingly calledreligious conversation as sincere as it was resistless within him Myown first remembrance of him brings back a conversation which ended in aprayer and the last sight I had of him was when he said only four daysbefore his death Well then we will set the day soon and you will comeout and baptize the childrenSome of the most humorous of his letters which have come under theobservation of his clerical friends were addressed to the secretary ofone of them Some little business matters with regard to his readings andthe like had acquainted him with a better kind of handwriting than he hadbeen accustomed to receive from his pastor and noting the finelyappended signature per   Field wrote a most effusivelycomplimentary letter to his ministerial friend congratulating him uponthe fact that emanations from his office or parochial study were nowreadable as far West as Buena Park At length nothing having appeared inwriting by which he might discover that   was a lady of his ownacquaintance she whose valuable services he desired to recognize was madethe recipient of a series of beautifully illuminated and daintily writtenletters all of them quaintly begun continued and ended inecclesiastical terminology most of them having to do with affairs inwhich the two gentlemen only were primarily interested the larger numberof them addressed in English to Brother  in care of the ministerand yet others directed in LatinAd Fratrem    In curam Sanctissimi patris  doctoris divinitatis    Apud Institutionem Armouriensem          CHICAGO              ILLINOISAb Eugenic Agro peccatore misereEven the mailcarrier appeared to know what fragrant humor escaped fromthe envelopeHere is a specimen inclosureBROTHER  I am to read some of my things before the senior class ofthe Chicago University next Monday evening As there is undoubtedly moreor less jealousy between the presidents of the two south side institutionsof learning I take it upon myself to invite the lord bishop ofArmourville our holy père to be present on that occasion in hispontifical robes and followed by all the dignitaries of his see includingyourself The processional will occur at 8 oclock sharp and therecessional circa 930 Pax vobiscum Salute the holy Father with a kissand believe me dear brotherYour fellow lamb in the old AdamEUGENIO AGROA Lamb SEALThe First Wednesday after Pay daySeptember 11 1895On an occasion of this ladys visit to the Southwest where Fieldsfancied association of cowboys and miners was formed she was fortunateenough to obtain for the decoration of his library the ratherextraordinary Indian blanket which often appears in the sketches of hisloved workshop and for the decoration of himself a very fine necktie madeof the skin of a diamondback rattlesnake Some other friend had given hisboys a vociferant burro After the presentation was made though for twoyears he had met her socially and at the pastors office he wrote to thesecretary in acknowledgment as followsDEAR BROTHER  I thank you most heartily for the handsome specimens ofheathen manufacture which you brought with you for me out of the land ofNod Mrs Field is quite charmedwith the blanket but I think I preferthe necktie the Old Adam predominates in me and this pelt of the serpentappeals with peculiar force to my appreciation of the vicious and thesinful Nearly every morning I don that necktie and go out and twist thesupersensitive tail of our intelligent imported burro until the profanebeast burthens the air with his ribald protests I shall ask the holyfatherPere  to bring you with him when he comes again to pay aparochial visit to my house I have a fair and gracious daughter intowhose companionship I would fain bring so circumspect and diligent a youngman as the holy father represents you to be Therefore without fear ortrembling accompany that saintly man whensoever he says the word Therebyyou shall further make me your debtor I send you every assurance ofcordial regard and I beg you to salute the holy father for me with akiss and may peace be unto his house and unto all that dwell thereinAlways faithfully yoursEUGENE FIELDCHICAGO MAY 26 1892He became acquainted with the leading ladies of the Aid Society of thePlymouth Church and was thoroughly interested in their work Partly inorder to say Goodbye before his leaving for California in 1893 andpartly no doubt that he might continue this humorous correspondence ashe did he hunted up an old number of Petersons Magazine,3
Produced by Eric Eldred David Kingand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHEPHILOSOPHYOFTHE PLAYS OF SHAKSPEREUNFOLDEDBY DELIA BACONWITHA PREFACEBYNATHANIAL HAWTHORNEAUTHOR OF THE SCARLET LETTER ETC  Aphorisms representing A KNOWLEDGE _broken_ do invite men to     inquire further                                       LORD BACONYou find not the apostophes and so miss the accent                                              LOVES LABOURS LOSTUntie the spellPROSPEROLONDONGROOMBRIDGE AND SONSPATERNOSTER ROW1857AMES PRESSNEW YORKHARVARDUNIVERSITYLIBRARYDEC 6 1972Reprinted from a copy in the collectionof the Harvard College LibraryReprinted from the edition of 1857 LondonFirst AMS EDITION published 1970Manufactured in the United States of AmericaInternational Standard Book Number 0404004431Library of Congress Card Catalog Number 73113547AMS PRESS INCNEW YORK NY 10003TABLE OF CONTENTSPREFACEINTRODUCTIONI The PropositionII The Age of Elizabeth and the Elizabethan Men of LettersIII Extracts from the Life of RaleighRaleighs SchoolIV Raleighs School continuedThe New Academy                                   BOOK IThe HISTORICAL KEY to the ELIZABETHAN ART of TRADITION which formedthe FIRST BOOK of this Work as it was originally prepared for thePress is reserved for separate publicationTHE ELIZABETHAN ART OF DELIVERY AND TRADITIONPART IMICHAEL DE MONTAIGNES PRIVATE AND RETIRED ARTSI Ascent from Particulars to the Highest Parts of Sciences by theEnigmatic Method illustratedII Further Illustration of Particular Methods ofTraditionEmbarrassments of Literary StatesmenIII The Possibility of great anonymous Worksor Works publishedunder an _assumed name_conveying under rhetorical Disguises thePrincipal Sciencesresuggested and illustratedPART IITHE BACONIAN RHETORIC OR THE METHOD OF PROGRESSIONI THE BEGINNERSParticular Methods of Tradition   The Double Method of Illustration and ConcealmentII INDEX to the Illustrated and Concealed Tradition of    the Principal and Supreme SciencesTHE SCIENCE OF    POLICYIII THE SCIENCE OF MORALITY Section I The Exemplar of GoodIV  THE SCIENCE OF MORALITY Section II The Husbandry thereunto                                       or the Cure and Culture of                                          the MindAPPLICATIONV   THE SCIENCE OF MORALITYALTERATIONVI Method of Convoying the Wisdom of the Moderns                                   BOOK IIELIZABETHAN SECRETS OF MORALITY AND POLICY OR THE FABLES OF THENEW LEARNINGINTRODUCTORYI The DesignII The Missing Books of the Great Instauration or Philosophy     itselfPART ILEARS PHILOSOPHEROR THE LAW OF THE SPECIAL AND RESPECTIVE DUTIES DEFINED ANDILLUSTRATED IN TABLES OF PRESENCE AND ABSENCEI Philosophy in the PalaceII Unaccommodated ManIII The King and the BeggarIV The Use of EyesV The Statesmans NoteBookand the PlayPART IIJULIUS CAESAR AND CORIOLANUSTHE SCIENTIFIC CURE OF THE COMMONWEALORTHE COMMON DUTY OF EVERY MAN AS A MAN OR MEMBER OF A STATE DEFINEDAND ILLUSTRATED IN NEGATIVE INSTANCES AND INSTANCES OF PRESENCEJULIUS CAESAROR THE EMPIRICAL TREATMENT IN DISEASES OF THE COMMONWEAL EXAMINEDI The Death of Tyranny or the Question of the PrerogativeII Caesars SpiritCORIOLANUSTHE QUESTION OF THE CONSULSHIP OR THE SCIENTIFIC CURE OF THECOMMONWEAL PROPOUNDEDI    The Elizabethan HeroismII   Criticism of the Martial GovernmentIII  Insurrections ArguingIV   Political RetrospectV    The Popular ElectionVI   The Scientific Method in PoliticsVII  Volumnia and her BoyVIII Metaphysical AidIX   The CurePlan of InnovationNew DefinitionsX    The CurePlan of InnovationNew ConstructionsXI   The CurePlan of InnovationThe InitiativeXII  The Ignorant Election revokedA Wrestling InstanceXIII ConclusionPREFACEThis Volume contains the argument drawn from the Plays usuallyattributed to Shakspere in support of a theory which the author of ithas demonstrated by historical evidences in another work Having neverread this historical demonstration which remains still in manuscriptwith the exception of a preliminary chapter published long ago in anAmerican periodical I deem it necessary to cite the authors ownaccount of itThe Historical Part of this work which was originally the principalpart and designed to furnish the historical key to the greatElizabethan writings though now for a long time completed and readyfor the press and though repeated reference is made to it in thisvolume is for the most part omitted here It contains a true andbefore unwritten history and it will yet perhaps be published as itstands but the vivid and accumulating historic detail with whichmore recent research tends to enrich the earlier statement anddisclosures which no invention could anticipate are waiting now to besubjoined to itThe INTERNAL EVIDENCE of the assumptions made at the outset is thatwhich is chiefly relied on in the work now first presented on thissubject to the public The demonstration will be found complete onthat ground and on that ground alone the author is willing anddeliberately prefers for the present to rest itExternal evidence of course will not be wanting there will beenough and to spare if the demonstration here be correct But theauthor of the discovery was not willing to rob the world of this greatquestion but wished rather to share with it the benefit which thetrue solution of the Problem offersthe solution prescribed by thosewho propounded it to the future It seemed better to save to,56
Produced by Distributed ProofreadersïSELECTIONS FROM POEEdited with Biographical and Critical Introduction and NotesBYJ MONTGOMERY GAMBRILLHead of the Department of History and CivicsBaltimore Polytechnic InstituteINSCRIBED TO THE POE AND LOWELL LITERARY SOCIETIES OF THEBALTIMORE POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTEIllustration EDGAR ALLAN POE After an engraving by ColePREFACEEdgar Allan Poe has been the subject of so much controversy that he isthe one American writer whom highschool pupils not to mentionteachers are likely to approach with readymade prejudices It isimpossible to treat such a subject in quite the ordinarymatterofcourse way Furthermore his writings are so highlysubjective and so intimately connected with his strongly heldcritical theories as to need somewhat careful and extended studyThese facts make it very difficult to treat either the man or his artas simply as is desirable in a secondary textbook  Consequently theIntroduction is longer and less simple than the editor would desirefor the usual text It is believed however that the teacher can takeup this Introduction with the pupil in such a way as to make ithelpful significant and interestingThe text of the following poems and tales is that of theStedmanWoodberry edition described in the Bibliography p xxx andthe selections are reprinted by permission of the publishers Duffield Company this text is followed exactly except for a very few changesin punctuation not more than five or six in all My obligations toother works are too numerous to mention all the publications includedin the Bibliography besides a number of others have been examinedbut I especially desire to acknowledge the courtesy of Dr HenryBarton Jacobs of Baltimore who sent me from Paris a copy of ÃmileLauvriÃres interesting and important study Edgar Poe Sa vie et sonoeuvre Ãtude de psychologie pathologique  To my wife I am indebtedfor valuable assistance in the tedious work of reading proofs andverifying the textCONTENTS  PREFACE  INTRODUCTION  BIBLIOGRAPHY  POEMS    SONG    SPIRITS OF THE DEAD    TO     ROMANCE    TO THE RIVER    TO SCIENCE    TO HELEN    ISRAFEL    THE CITY IN THE SEA    THE SLEEPER    LENORE    THE VALLEY OF UNREST    THE COLISEUM    HYMN    TO ONE IN PARADISE    TO F    TO FS S OD    TO ZANTE    BRIDAL BALLAD    SILENCE    THE CONQUEROR WORM    DREAMLAND    THE RAVEN    EULALIE    TO ML S    ULALUME    TO      AN ENIGMA    TO HELEN    A VALENTINE    FOR ANNIE    THE BELLS    ANNABEL LEE    TO MY MOTHER    ELDORADO    THE HAUNTED PALACE  TALES    THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER    WILLIAM WILSON    A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTRÃM    THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH    THE GOLDBUG    THE PURLOINED LETTER  NOTESINTRODUCTIONEDGAR ALLAN POE HIS LIFE CHARACTER AND ARTEdgar Allan Poe is in many respects the most fascinating figure inAmerican literature His life touched by the extremes of fortune wason the whole more unhappy than that of any other of our prominent menof letters His character was strangely complex and was the subjectof misunderstanding during his life and of heated dispute after hisdeath his writings were long neglected or disparaged at home whileaccepted abroad as our greatest literary achievement Now after morethan half a century has elapsed since his death careful biographershave furnished a tolerably full account of the real facts about hislife a fairly accurate idea of his character is winning generalacceptance and the name of Edgar Allan Poe has been conceded a placeamong the two or three greatest in our literatureLIFE AND CHARACTERIn December 1811 a wellknown actress of the time died in Richmondleaving destitute three little children the eldest but four years ofage This mother who was Elizabeth Arnold Poe daughter of anEnglish actress had suffered from ill health for several years andhad long found the struggle for existence difficult Her husbandDavid Poe probably died before her he was a son of General DavidPoe a Revolutionary veteran of Baltimore and had left his home andlaw books for the stage several years before his marriage The secondof the three children born January 19 1809 in Boston where hisparents happened to be playing at the time was Edgar Poe the futurepoet and storywriter The little Edgar was adopted by the wife ofMr John Allan a welltodo Scotch merchant of the city who laterbecame wealthy and the boy was thereafter known as Edgar AllanPoe He was a beautiful and precocious child who at six years of agecould read draw dance and declaim the best poetry with fine effectand appreciation report says also that he had been taught to standon a chair and pledge Mr Allans guests in a glass of wine withroguish graceIn 1815 Mr Allan went to England where he remained five years Edgarwas placed in an old English school in the suburbs of London amonghistoric literary and antiquarian associations and possibly wastaken to the Continent by his foster parents at vacation seasons TheEnglish residence and the sea voyages left deep impressions on theboys sensitive nature Returning to Richmond he was prepared in goodschools for the University of Virginia which he entered at the age ofseventeen pursuing studies in ancient and modern languages andliteratures During this youthful period he was already developing astriking and peculiar personality He was brilliant if notindustrious as a student leaving the University with highest honorsin Latin and French he was quick and nervous in his movements andgreatly excelled in athletics especially in swimming in characterhe was reserved solitary sensitive and given to lonely reverieSome of his aristocratic playmates,3
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Tonya Allenand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamSTEAM STEEL AND ELECTRICITYByJAMES W STEELECONTENTSTHE STORY OF STEAM    What Steam isSteam in NatureThe Engine in its earlier    formsGradual explosionThe Hero engineThe Templedoor    machineIdeas of the Middle AgesBeginnings of the modern    engineBrancas engineSaverys engineThe Papin engine    using cylinder and pistonWatts improvements upon the    Newcomen ideaThe crank movementThe first use of steam    expansivelyThe GovernorFirst engine by an American    InventorIts effect upon progress in the United    StatesSimplicity and cheapness of the modern engineActual    construction of the modern engineValves piston etc with    diagramsTHE AGE OF STEEL    The various Ages in civilizationAncient knowledge of the    metalsThe invention and use of BronzeWhat Steel isThe    Lost ArtsMetallurgy and chemistryOriental SteelModern    definition of SteelInvention of Cast SteelFirst ironore    discoveries in AmericaFirst American IronworksEarly    methods without steamFirst American castingEffect of iron    industry upon independenceWaterpowerThe triphammerThe    steamhammer of NasmythMachinetools and their    effectsFirst rollingmillProduct of the iron industry in    184050The modern nail and how it cameEffect of iron upon    architectureThe SkyScraperGas as fuel in iron    manufacturesThe Steel of the presentThe invention of    KelleyThe Bessemer processThe ConverterPresent    product of SteelThe SteelmillTHE STORY OF ELECTRICITY    The oldest and the youngest of the sciencesOrigin of the    nameAncient ideas of ElectricityLater experimentsCrude    notions and wrong conclusionsFirst Electric    MachineFrictional ElectricityThe Leyden JarExtreme    ideas and FakerismFranklin his new ideas and their    receptionFranklins KiteThe Man FranklinExperiments    after Franklin leading to our present modern usesGalvani and    his discoveryVolta and the first BatteryHow a battery    actsThe laws of Electricity and how they were    discoveredInduction and its discovererThe line at which    modern Electricity beginsMagnetism and ElectricityThe    ElectroMagnetThe Molecular theoryFaraday and his Law of    Magnetic ForceMODERN ELECTRICITY    CHAPTER I The Four great qualities of Electricity which make    its modern uses possibleThe universal wireConductors and    non conductorsElectricity an exception in the ordinary Laws    of NatureA dual nature Positive and NegativeAll    modern uses come under the law of InductionSome of the laws    of this inductionMagnets and MagnetismRelationship between    the twoMagnetic polesPractical explanation of the action    of inductionThe Induction CoilDynamic and Static    ElectricityThe Electric TelegraphFirst attemptsMorse    and his beginningsThe first Telegraph LineVail and the    invention of the dotanddash alphabetThe old instruments and    the newThe final simplicity of the telegraph    CHAPTER II The Ocean CableDifferences between land lines and    cablesThe story of the first cableField and his final    successThe TelephoneEarly attemptsDescription of Bells    inventionThe TelautographEarly attempts and the idea upon    which they were basedDescription of Grays inventionHow a    Telautograph may be made mechanically    CHAPTER III The Electric LightCauses of heat and light in    the conductor of a currentThe first Electric LightThe Arc    Light and how constructedThe IncandescentThe    DynamoDate of the inventionSuccessive stepsFaraday the    discoverer of its principlePixüs    machinePacinattiWildeSiemens and WheatstoneThe    MotorHow the Dynamo and Motor came to be coupledReview of    first attemptsKidders batteryPages machineElectric    RailroadsElectrolysisGeneral factsElectrical    MeasurementsDeath CurrentInstruments of    MeasurementElectricity as an IndustryMedical    ElectricityIncomplete possibilitiesWhat the Storage    Battery is    CHAPTER IV Electrical Invention in the United StatesReview    of the careers of Franklin Morse Field Edison and    othersSome of the surprising applications of    ElectricityThe RangeFinderCooking and heating by    ElectricityTHE STORY OF STEAMThat which was utterly unknown to the most splendid civilizations of thepast is in our time the chief power of civilization daily engaged inmaking that history of a new era that is yet to be written in words Ithas been demonstrated long since that mens lives are to be influencednot by theory or belief or argument and reason so much as by thatcourse of daily life which is not attempted to be governed by argumentand reason but by great physical facts like steam electricity andmachinery in their present applicationsThe greatest of these facts of the present civilization are expressed inthe phrase Steam and Steel The theme is stupendous Only the mostprominent of its facts can be given in small space and those only inoutline The subject is also old yet to every boy it must be toldagain and the most ordinary intelligence must have some desire to knowthe secrets if such they are of that which is unquestionably thegreatest force that ever yielded to the audacity of humanity It is nowof little avail to know that all the records that men revere all thegreat epics of the world were written in the absence of thecharacteristic forces of modern life A thousand generations had livedand died an immense volume of history had been enacted the heroes ofall the ages and almost those of our own time had fulfilled theirdestinies and passed away before it came about that a mere physicalfact should fill a larger place in our lives than all examples and thatthe evanescent vapor which we call steam should change daily andeffectively the courses and modes of human action and erect life uponanother planeIt may seem not a little absurd to inquire now,0
Produced by Karl Hagen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE STUDY OF WORDSON THE STUDY OF WORDSBYRICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH DDARCHBISHOPLanguage is the armoury of the human mind and at once contains thetrophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquestsCOLERIDGEOut idle words servants to shallow foolsSHAKESPEARETWENTIETH EDITION revised byTHE REV A L MAYHEWJoint Author of The Concise Middle English DictionaryPREFACE TO THE TWENTIETH EDITIONIn all essential points this edition of The Study of Words is the samebook as the last edition The aim of the editor has been to alter aslittle of Archbishop Trenchs work as possible In the arrangement ofthe book in the order of the chapters and paragraphs in the style inthe general presentation of the matter no change has been made On theother hand the work has been thoroughly revised and corrected A greatdeal of thought and labour has of late been bestowed on Englishphilology and there has been a great advance in the knowledge of thelaws regulating the development of the sounds of English words and theresult has been that many a derivation once generally accepted has hadto be given up as phonetically impossible An attempt has been made topurge the book of all erroneous etymologies and to correct in the textsmall matters of detail There have also been added some footnotes inwhich difficult points are discussed and where reference is given torecent authorities All editorial additions whether in the text or inthe notes are enclosed in square brackets It is hoped that the bookas it now stands does not contain in its etymological details anythinginconsistent with the latest discoveries of English scholarsA L MAYHEWWADHAM COLLEGE OXFORD _August_ 1888PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITIONThese lectures will not I trust be found anywhere to have left out ofsight seriously or for long the peculiar needs of those for whom theywere originally intended and to whom they were primarily addressed Iam conscious indeed here and there of a certain departure from myfirst intention having been in part seduced to this by a circumstancewhich I had not in the least contemplated when I obtained permission todeliver them by finding namely that I should have other hearersbesides the pupils of the TrainingSchool Some matter adapted forthose rather than for these I was thus led to introducewhichafterwards I was unwilling in preparing for the press to remove onthe contrary adding to it rather in the hope of obtaining thus asomewhat wider circle of readers than I could have hoped had I morerigidly restricted myself in the choice of my materials Yet I shouldgreatly regret to have admitted so much of this as should deprive theselectures of their fitness for those whose profit in writing and inpublishing I had mainly in view namely schoolmasters and thosepreparing to be suchHad I known any book entering with any fulness and in a popular mannerinto the subjectmatter of these pages and making it its exclusivetheme I might still have delivered these lectures but should scarcelyhave sought for them a wider audience than their first gladly leavingthe matter in their hands whose studies in language had been fullerand riper than my own But abundant and ready to hand as are thematerials for such a book I did not while yet it seems to me that thesubject is one to which it is beyond measure desirable that theirattention who are teaching or shall have hereafter to teach othersshould be directed so that they shall learn to regard language as oneof the chiefest organs of their own education and that of others For Iam persuaded that I have used no exaggeration in saying that for manya young man his first discovery that words are living powers has beenlike the dropping of scales from his eyes like the acquiring ofanother sense or the introduction into a new worldwhile yet allthis may be indefinitely deferred may indeed never find place at allunless there is some one at hand to help for him and to hasten theprocess and he who so does will ever after be esteemed by him as oneof his very foremost benefactors Whatever may be Horne Tookesshortcomings and they are great whether in details of etymology orin the philosophy of grammar or in matters more serious still yetwith all this what an epoch in many a students intellectual life hasbeen his first acquaintance with _The Diversions of Purley_ And theywere not among the least of the obligations which the young men of ourtime owed to Coleridge that he so often himself weighed words in thebalances and so earnestly pressed upon all with whom his voice wentfor anything the profit which they would find in so doing Nor withthe certainty that I am anticipating much in my little volume can Irefrain from quoting some words which were not present with me duringits composition although I must have been familiar with them long agowords which express excellently well why it is that these studiesprofit so much and which will also explain the motives which inducedme to add my little contribution to their furtheranceA language will often be wiser not merely than the vulgar but eventhan the wisest of those who speak it Being like amber in its efficacyto circulate the electric spirit of truth it is also like amber inembalming and preserving the relics of ancient wisdom although one isnot seldom puzzled to decipher its contents Sometimes it locks uptruths which were once well known but which in the course of ageshave passed out of sight and been forgotten In other cases it holdsthe germs of truths of which though they were never plainly discernedthe genius of its framers caught a glimpse in a happy moment ofdivination A meditative man cannot refrain from wonder when he digsdown to the deep thought lying at the root of many a metaphorical termemployed for the designation of spiritual things even of those withregard to which professing philosophers have blundered grossly andoften it would seem as though rays of truth which were still below theintellectual horizon had dawned upon the,9
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Sheila Vogtmannand PG Distributed ProofreadersTALES AND NOVELS VOL IIIBELINDABYMARIA EDGEWORTHIN TEN VOLUMES WITH ENGRAVINGS ON STEEL1857CONTENTSI CharactersII MasksIII Lady Delacours HistoryIV The same continuedV Birthday DressesVI Ways and MeansVII The Serpentine RiverVIII A Family PartyIX AdviceX The Mysterious BoudoirXI DifficultiesXII The MacawXIII Sortes VirgilianaeXIV The ExhibitionXV JealousyXVI Domestic HappinessXVII Rights of WomanXVIII A DeclarationXIX A WeddingXX ReconciliationXXI HelenaXXII A SpectreXXIII The ChaplainXXIV Peu à peuXXV Love me love my dogXXVI VirginiaXXVII A DiscoveryXXVIII E OXXIX A JewXXX NewsXXXI The DènouementBELINDACHAPTER ICHARACTERSMrs Stanhope a wellbred woman accomplished in that branch of knowledgewhich is called the art of rising in the world had with but a smallfortune contrived to live in the highest company She prided herself uponhaving established half a dozen nieces most happily that is to say uponhaving married them to men of fortunes far superior to their own Oneniece still remained unmarriedBelinda Portman of whom she wasdetermined to get rid with all convenient expedition Belinda washandsome graceful sprightly and highly accomplished her aunt hadendeavoured to teach her that a young ladys chief business is to pleasein society that all her charms and accomplishments should be invariablysubservient to one grand objectthe establishing herself in the world    For this hands lips and eyes were put to school    And each instructed feature had its ruleMrs Stanhope did not find Belinda such a docile pupil as her othernieces for she had been educated chiefly in the country she had earlybeen inspired with a taste for domestic pleasures she was fond ofreading and disposed to conduct herself with prudence and integrity Hercharacter however was yet to be developed by circumstancesMrs Stanhope lived at Bath where she had opportunities of showing herniece off as she thought to advantage but as her health began todecline she could not go out with her as much as she wished Aftermanoeuvring with more than her usual art she succeeded in fasteningBelinda upon the fashionable Lady Delacour for the season Her ladyshipwas so much pleased by Miss Portmans accomplishments and vivacity as toinvite her to spend the winter with her in London Soon after her arrivalin town Belinda received the following letter from her aunt StanhopeCrescent BathAfter searching every place I could think of Anne found your bracelet inyour dressingtable amongst a heap of odd things which you left behindyou to be thrown away I have sent it to you by a young gentleman whocame to Bath unluckily the very day you left meMr Clarence Herveyanacquaintance and great admirer of my Lady Delacour He is really anuncommonly pleasant young man is highly connected and has a fineindependent fortune Besides he is a man of wit and gallantry quite aconnoisseur in female grace and beautyjust the man to bring a new faceinto fashion so my dear Belinda I make it a pointlook well when he isintroduced to you and remember what I have so often told you thatnobody _can_ look well without taking some pains to pleaseI seeor at least when I went out more than my health will at presentpermitI used to see multitudes of silly girls seemingly all cut outupon the same pattern who frequented public places day after day andyear after year without any idea farther than that of divertingthemselves or of obtaining transient admiration How I have pitied anddespised the giddy creatures whilst I have observed them playing offtheir unmeaning airs vying with one another in the most _obvious_ andconsequently the most ridiculous manner so as to expose themselves beforethe very men they would attract chattering tittering and flirting fullof the present moment never reflecting upon the future quite satisfiedif they got a partner at a hall without ever thinking of a partner forlife I have often asked myself what is to become of such girls when theygrow old or ugly or when the public eye grows tired of them If they havelarge fortunes it is all very well they can afford to divert themselvesfor a season or two without doubt they are sure to be sought after andfollowed not by mere danglers but by men of suitable views andpretensions but nothing to my mind can be more miserable than thesituation of a poor girl who after spending not only the interest butthe solid capital of her small fortune in dress and frivolousextravagance fails in her matrimonial expectations as many do merelyfrom not beginning to speculate in time She finds herself at five orsixandthirty a burden to her friends destitute of the means ofrendering herself independent for the girls I speak of never think of_learning_ to play cards _de trop_ in society yet obliged to hang uponall her acquaintance who wish her in heaven because she is unqualifiedto make the _expected_ return for civilities having no home I mean noestablishment no house c fit for the reception of company of a certainrankMy dearest Belinda may this never be your caseYou have everypossible advantage my love no pains have been spared in your educationand which is the essential point I have taken care that this should beknownso that you have _the name_ of being perfectly accomplished Youwill also have the name of being very fashionable if you go much intopublic as doubtless you will with Lady DelacourYour own good sensemust make you aware my dear that from her ladyships situation andknowledge of the world it will always be proper upon all subjects ofconversation for her to lead and you to follow it would be very unfitfor a young girl like you to suffer yourself to stand in competition withLady Delacour whose high pretensions to wit and beauty are_indisputable_ I need say no more to you upon this subject my dear Evenwith your limited experience you must have observed how foolish youngpeople offend those who are the most necessary to their interests by animprudent indulgence of their vanityLady Delacour has an incomparable taste in dress consult her my dearand do not by an illjudged economy counteract my viewsapropos I haveno objection to your being presented at court You will,0
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Tapio Riikonenand PG Distributed ProofreadersTALES AND NOVELS VOL IVCONTAININGCASTLE RACKRENT AN ESSAY ON IRISH BULLS AN ESSAY ON THE NOBLE SCIENCEOF SELFJUSTIFICATION ENNUI AND THE DUNBYMARIA EDGEWORTHIN TEN VOLUMES WITH ENGRAVINGS ON STEEL1857    A prudence undeceiving undeceived    That nor too little nor too much believed    That scornd unjust suspicions coward fear    And without weakness knew to be sincere                 _Lord Lytteltons Monody on his Wife_PREFACEThe prevailing taste of the public for anecdote has been censured andridiculed by critics who aspire to the character of superior wisdom butif we consider it in a proper point of view this taste is anincontestable proof of the good sense and profoundly philosophic temperof the present times Of the numbers who study or at least who readhistory how few derive any advantage from their labours The heroes ofhistory are so decked out by the fine fancy of the professed historianthey talk in such measured prose and act from such sublime or suchdiabolical motives that few have sufficient taste wickedness orheroism to sympathize in their fate Besides there is much uncertaintyeven in the best authenticated ancient or modern histories and thatlove of truth which in some minds is innate and immutable necessarilyleads to a love of secret memoirs and private anecdotes We cannot judgeeither of the feelings or of the characters of men with perfectaccuracy from their actions or their appearance in public it is fromtheir careless conversations their halffinished sentences that we mayhope with the greatest probability of success to discover their realcharacters The life of a great or of a little man written by himselfthe familiar letters the diary of any individual published by hisfriends or by his enemies after his decease are esteemed importantliterary curiosities We are surely justified in this eager desire tocollect the most minute facts relative to the domestic lives not onlyof the great and good but even of the worthless and insignificantsince it is only by a comparison of their actual happiness or misery inthe privacy of domestic life that we can form a just estimate of thereal reward of virtue or the real punishment of vice That the greatare not as happy as they seem that the external circumstances offortune and rank do not constitute felicity is asserted by everymoralist the historian can seldom consistently with his dignity pauseto illustrate this truth it is therefore to the biographer we must haverecourse After we have beheld splendid characters playing their partson the great theatre of the world with all the advantages of stageeffect and decoration we anxiously beg to be admitted behind thescenes that we may take a nearer view of the actors and actressesSome may perhaps imagine that the value of biography depends upon thejudgment and taste of the biographer but on the contrary it may bemaintained that the merits of a biographer are inversely as the extentof his intellectual powers and of his literary talents A plainunvarnished tale is preferable to the most highly ornamented narrativeWhere we see that a man has the power we may naturally suspect that hehas the will to deceive us and those who are used to literarymanufacture know how much is often sacrificed to the rounding of aperiod or the pointing of an antithesisThat the ignorant may have their prejudices as well as the learnedcannot be disputed but we see and despise vulgar errors we never bowto the authority of him who has no great name to sanction hisabsurdities The partiality which blinds a biographer to the defects ofhis hero in proportion as it is gross ceases to be dangerous but ifit be concealed by the appearance of candour which men of greatabilities best know how to assume it endangers our judgment sometimesand sometimes our morals If her grace the Duchess of Newcastle insteadof penning her lords elaborate eulogium had undertaken to write thelife of Savage we should not have been in any danger of mistaking anidle ungrateful libertine for a man of genius and virtue The talentsof a biographer are often fatal to his reader For these reasons thepublic often judiciously countenance those who without sagacity todiscriminate character without elegance of style to relieve thetediousness of narrative without enlargement of mind to draw anyconclusions from the facts they relate simply pour forth anecdotes andretail conversations with all the minute prolixity of a gossip in acountry townThe author of the following Memoirs has upon these grounds fair claimsto the public favour and attention he was an illiterate old stewardwhose partiality to _the family_ in which he was bred and born mustbe obvious to the reader He tells the history of the Rackrent familyin his vernacular idiom and in the full confidence that Sir PatrickSir Murtagh Sir Kit and Sir Condy Rackrents affairs will be asinteresting to all the world as they were to himself Those who wereacquainted with the manners of a certain class of the gentry of Irelandsome years ago will want no evidence of the truth of honest Thadysnarrative to those who are totally unacquainted with Ireland thefollowing Memoirs will perhaps be scarcely intelligible or probablythey may appear perfectly incredible For the information of the_ignorant_ English reader a few notes have been subjoined by theeditor and he had it once in contemplation to translate the languageof Thady into plain English but Thadys idiom is incapable oftranslation and besides the authenticity of his story would havebeen more exposed to doubt if it were not told in his owncharacteristic manner Several years ago he related to the editor thehistory of the Rackrent family and it was with some difficulty that hewas persuaded to have it committed to writing however his feelingsfor _the honour of the family_ as he expressed himself prevailedover his habitual laziness and he at length completed the narrativewhich is now aid before the publicThe editor hopes his readers will observe that these are tales of othertimes that the,0
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Tapio Riikonenand PG Distributed ProofreadersTALES AND NOVELS VOL VMANOEUVRING ALMERIA AND VIVIAN TALES OF FASHIONABLE LIFEBYMARIA EDGEWORTHIN TEN VOLUMES WITH ENGRAVINGS ON STEEL1857MANOEUVRINGCHAPTER I    And gave her words where oily Flattry lays    The pleasing colours of the art of praisePARNELLNOTE FROM MRS BEAUMONT TO MISS WALSINGHAMI am more grieved than I can express my dearest Miss Walsingham by acruel _contretemps_ which must prevent my indulging myself in thelongpromised and longexpected pleasure of being at your _fête defamille_ on Tuesday to celebrate your dear fathers birthday I trusthowever to your conciliating goodness my kind young friend torepresent my distress properly to Mr Walsingham Make him sensible Iconjure you that my _heart_ is with you all and assure him that thisis no common apology Indeed I never employ such artifices with myfriends to them and to you in particular my dear I always speak withperfect frankness and candour Amelia with whom _entre nous_ you aremore a favourite than ever is so much vexed and mortified by thisdisappointment that I see I shall not be restored to favour till I canfix a day for going to you yet when that may be circumstances which Ishould not feel myself quite justified in mentioning will not permit meto decideKindest regards and affectionate remembrances to all your dearcircleAny news of the young captain Any hopes of his return fromseaEver with perfect truth my dearest Miss Walsinghams sincere friendEUGENIA BEAUMONTPSPrivateread to yourselfTo be candid with you my dear young friend my secret reason fordenying myself the pleasure of Tuesdays fête is that I have justheard that there is a shocking chickenpox in the village near you andI confess it is one of my weaknesses to dread even the bare rumour ofsuch a thing on account of my Amelia but I should not wish to havethis mentioned in your house because you must be sensible your fatherwould think it an idle womanish fear and you know how anxious I am forhis esteemBurn this I beseech youUpon second thoughts I believe it will be best to tell the truth andthe whole truth to your father if you should see that nothing elsewill doIn short I write in haste and must trust now as everentirely to your discretionWell my dear said Mr Walsingham to his daughter as the young ladysat at the breakfast table looking over this note how long do youmean to sit the picture of The Delicate Embarrassment To relieve youas far as in me lies let me assure you that I shall not ask to seethis note of Mrs Beaumonts which as usual seems to contain somemighty mysteryNo great mystery onlyOnlysome minikin mystery said Mr Walsingham Yes _Elle estpolitique pour des choux et des raves_This charming widow Beaumontis _manoeuvrer_1 We cant well make an English word of it Thespecies thank Heaven is not so numerous yet in England as to requirea generic name The description however has been touched by one ofour poets    Julias a manager shes born for rule    And knows her wiser husband is a fool    For her own breakfast shell project a scheme    Nor take her tea without a stratagemEven from the time when Mrs Beaumont was a girl of sixteen I rememberher manoeuvring to gain a husband and then manoeuvring to manage himwhich she did with triumphant addressWhat sort of a man was Colonel BeaumontAn excellent man an openhearted soldier of the strictest honour andintegrityThen is it not much in Mrs Beaumonts favour that she enjoyed theconfidence of such a man and that he left her guardian to his son anddaughterIf he had lived with her long enough to become acquainted with her realcharacter what you say my dear would be unanswerable But ColonelBeaumont died a few years after his marriage and during those few yearshe was chiefly with his regimentYou will however allow said Miss Walsingham that since his deathMrs Beaumont has justified his confidenceHas she not been a goodguardian and an affectionate motherWhyas a guardian I think she has allowed her son too much libertyand too much money I have heard that young Beaumont has lost aconsiderable sum at Newmarket I grant you that Mrs Beaumont is anaffectionate mother and I am convinced that she is extremely anxious toadvance the worldly interests of her children still I cannot my dearagree with you that she is a good mother In the whole course of theeducation of her son and daughter she has pursued a system of artificeWhatever she wanted them to learn or to do or to leave undone somestratagem sentimental or scenic was employed somebody was to hint tosome other body to act upon Amelia to make her do so and soNothingthat is nothing like truth ever came directly from themother there were always whisperings and mysteries and Dont say thatbefore Amelia and I would not have this told to Edward because itmight make him like something that she did not wish that he should likeand that she had _her reasons_ for not letting him know that she did notwish him to like There was always some truth to be concealed for somemighty good purpose and things and persons were to be represented infalse lights to produce on some particular occasion some partialeffect All this succeeded admirably in detail and for the managementof helpless ignorant credulous childhood But mark the consequencesof this system children grow up and cannot always see hear andunderstand just as their mothers please They will go into the worldthey will mix with others their eyes will be opened they will seethrough the whole system of artifice by which their childhood was socleverly managed and then confidence in the parent must be destroyedfor everMiss Walsingham acknowledged the truth of what her father said but sheobserved that this was a common error in education which had thesanction of high authority in its favour even the eloquent Rousseauand the elegant and ingenious Madame de Genlis And it is,0
Produced by Jonathan Ingram William Flis and Distributed ProofreadersTALES AND NOVELSBY MARIA EDGEWORTHIN TEN VOLUMES WITH ENGRAVINGS ON STEELVOL VIIPATRONAGEPATRONAGE  Above a patronthough I condescend  Sometimes to call a minister my friendTO THE READERMy daughter again applies to me for my paternal _imprimatur_ and I hopethat I am not swayed by partiality when I give the sanction which sherequiresTo excite the rising generation to depend upon their own exertions forsuccess in life is surely a laudable endeavour but while the young mindis cautioned against dependence on the patronage of the great and ofoffice it is encouraged to rely upon such friends as may be acquired bypersonal merit good manners and good conductRICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH_EdgeworthstownOct 6 1813_PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITIONThe public has called for a third _impression_ of this book it wastherefore the duty of the author to take advantage of the correctionswhich have been communicated to her by private friends and public censorsWhatever she has thought liable to just censure has in the present editionbeen amended as far as is consistent with the identity of the story It isremarkable that several incidents which have been objected to as impossibleor improbable were true For instance the medical case in Chapter XIXA bishop was really saved from suffocation by a clergyman in his dioceseno matter where or when in the manner represented in Chapter X Thebishop died long ago and he never was an epicure A considerable estatewas about seventy years ago regained as described in Chapter XLII by thediscovery of a sixpence under the seal of a deed which had been coinedlater than the date of the deed Whether it be advantageous or prudentto introduce such singular facts in a fictitious history is a separateconsideration which might lead to a discussion too long for the presentoccasionOn some other points of more importance to the writer it is necessary hereto add a few words It has been supposed that some parts of PATRONAGE werenot written by Miss Edgeworth This is not fact the whole of these volumeswere written by her the opinions they contain are her own and she isanswerable for all the faults which may be found in them Of ignoranceof law and medicine and of diplomacy she pleads guilty and of makingany vain or absurd pretensions to legal or medical learning she hopesby candid judges to be acquitted If in the letters and history of herlawyer and physician she has sometimes introduced technical phrases itwas done merely to give as far as she could the colour of reality toher fictitious personages To fulfil the main purpose of her story itwas essential only to show how some lawyers and physicians may be pushedforward for a time without much knowledge either of law or medicine orhow on the contrary others may independently of patronage advancethemselves permanently by their own merit If this principal object of thefiction be accomplished the authors ignorance on professional subjects isof little consequence to the moral or interest of the taleAs to the charge of having drawn satirical portraits she has alreadydisclaimed all personality and all intention of satirizing any professionand she is grieved to find it necessary to repel such a charge The authorof a slight work of fiction may however be consoled for any unjustimputation of personal satire by reflecting that even the grave andimpartial historian cannot always escape similar suspicion Tacitus saysthat there must always be men who from congenial manners and sympathyin vice will think the fidelity of history a satire on themselves andeven the praise due to virtue is sure to give umbrage_August 1 1815_PATRONAGECHAPTER IHow the wind is rising said RosamondGod help the poor people at seatonightHer brother Godfrey smiledOne would think said he that she had anargosy of lovers at sea uninsuredYou gentlemen replied Rosamond imagine that ladies are always thinkingof loversNot _always_ said Godfrey only when they show themselves particularlydisposed to humanityMy humanity on the present occasion cannot even be suspected saidRosamond for you know alas that I have no lover at sea or landBut a shipwreck might bless the lucky shore with some rich waif saidGodfreyWaifs and strays belong to the lady of the manor said Rosamond and Ihave no claim to themMy mother would I dare say make over her right to you said GodfreyBut that would do me no good said Rosamond for here is Caroline withsuperior claims of every sort and with that most undisputed of all therights of womanbeautyTrue but Caroline would never accept of stray hearts said Godfrey Seehow her lip curls with pride at the bare imaginationPride never curled Carolines lip cried Rosamond besides pride isvery becoming to a woman No woman can be good for much without it canshe motherBefore you fly off Rosamond to my mother as to an ally whom you aresure I cannot resist said Godfrey settle first whether you mean todefend Caroline upon the ground of her having or not having prideA fresh gust of wind rose at this moment and Rosamond listened to itanxiouslySeriously Godfrey said she do you remember the shipwrecks lastwinterAs she spoke Rosamond went to one of the windows and opened the shutterHer sister Caroline followed and they looked out in silenceI see a light to the left of the beacon said CarolineI never saw alight there beforeWhat can it meanOnly some fishermen said GodfreyBut brother it is quite a storm persisted RosamondOnly equinoctial gales my dearOnly equinoctial gales But to drowning people it would be no comfort thatthey were shipwrecked only by equinoctial gales There there what do youthink of that blast cried Rosamond is not there some danger nowGodfrey will not allow it said Mrs Percy he is a soldier and it ishis trade not to know fearShow him a _certain_ danger cried Mr Percy looking up from a letterhe was writingshow him a _certain_ danger and he will feel fear asmuch as the greatest coward of you all Ha upon my word it is an _ugly_night continued he going to the windowOh my dear father cried Rosamond did,0
Produced by Jonathan Ingram Debra Storr and Distributed ProofreadersTALES AND NOVELSBYMARIA EDGEWORTHIN TEN VOLUMESWITH ENGRAVINGS ON STEELVOL IXHARRINGTON THOUGHTS ON BORESANDORMONDTO THE READERIn my seventyfourth year I have the satisfaction of seeing another workof my daughter brought before the public This was more than I could haveexpected from my advanced age and declining healthI have been reprehended by some of the public critics for the _notices_which I have annexed to my daughters works As I do not know their reasonsfor this reprehension I cannot submit even to their respectable authorityI trust however the British public will sympathize with what a fatherfeels for a daughters literary success particularly as this father anddaughter have written various works in partnershipThe natural and happy confidence reposed in me by my daughter puts it in mypower to assure the public that she does not write negligently I canassert that twice as many pages were written for these volumes as are nowprintedThe first of these tales HARRINGTON was occasioned by an extremelywellwritten letter which Miss Edgeworth received from America from aJewish lady complaining of the illiberality with which the Jewish nationhad been treated in some of Miss Edgeworths worksThe second tale ORMOND is the story of a young gentleman who is in somerespects the reverse of Vivian The moral of this tale does not immediatelyappear for the author has taken peculiar care that it should not obtrudeitself upon the readerPublic critics have found several faults with Miss Edgeworths formerworksshe takes this opportunity of returning them sincere thanks for thecandid and lenient manner in which her errors have been pointed out In thepresent Tales she has probably fallen into many other faults but she hasendeavoured to avoid those for which she has been justly reprovedAnd now indulgent reader I beg you to pardon this intrusion and withthe most grateful acknowledgments I bid you farewell for everRICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH_Edgeworthstown May_ 311817_Note_Mr Edgeworth died a few days after he wrote this Prefacethe13th June 1817                                   HARRINGTONCHAPTER IWhen I was a little boy of about six years old I was standing with amaidservant in the balcony of one of the upper rooms of my fathers housein Londonit was the evening of the first day that I had ever been inLondon and my senses had been excited and almost exhausted by the vastvariety of objects that were new to me It was dusk and I was growingsleepy but my attention was awakened by a fresh wonder As I stood peepingbetween the bars of the balcony I saw star after star of light appear inquick succession at a certain height and distance and in a regular lineapproaching nearer and nearer I twitched the skirt of my maids gownrepeatedly but she was talking to some acquaintance at the window of aneighbouring house and she did not attend to me I pressed my foreheadmore closely against the bars of the balcony and strained my eyes moreeagerly towards the object of my curiosity Presently the figure of thelamplighter with his blazing torch in one hand and his ladder in theother became visible and with as much delight as philosopher everenjoyed in discovering the cause of a new and grand phenomenon I watchedhis operations I saw him fix and mount his ladder with his little blackpot swinging from his arm and his red smoking torch waving withastonishing velocity as he ran up and down the ladder Just when hereached the ground being then within a few yards of our house his torchflared on the face and figure of an old man with a long white beard and adark visage who holding a great bag slung over one shoulder walkedslowly on repeating in a low abrupt mysterious tone the cry of Oldclothes Old clothes Old clothes I could not understand the words hesaid but as he looked up at our balcony he saw mesmiledand I rememberthinking that he had a goodnatured countenance The maid nodded to him hestood still and at the same instant she seized upon me exclaiming Timefor you to come off to bed Master HarringtonI resisted and clinging to the rails began kicking and roaringIf you dont come quietly this minute Master Harrington said she Illcall to Simon the Jew there pointing to him and he shall come up andcarry you away in his great bagThe old mans eyes were upon me and to my fancy the look of his eyes andhis whole face had changed in an instant I was struck with terrormyhands let go their graspand I suffered myself to be carried off asquietly as my maid could desire She hurried and huddled me into bed bidme go to sleep and ran down stairs To sleep I could not go but full offear and curiosity I lay pondering on the thoughts of Simon the Jew andhis bag who had come to carry me away in the height of my joys His facewith the light of the torch upon it appeared and vanished and flittedbefore my eyes The next morning when daylight and courage returned Iasked my maid whether Simon the Jew was a good or a bad man Observing theimpression that had been made upon my mind and foreseeing that theexpedient which she had thus found successful might be advantageouslyrepeated she answered with oracular duplicity Simon the Jew is a goodman for naughty boys The threat of Simon the Jew was for some timeafterwards used upon every occasion to reduce me to passive obedience andwhen by frequent repetition this threat had lost somewhat of its power sheproceeded to tell me in a mysterious tone stories of Jews who had beenknown to steal poor children for the purpose of killing crucifying andsacrificing them at their secret feasts and midnight abominations The lessI understood the more I believedAbove all others there was one storyhorrible most horriblewhich sheused to tell at midnight,0
Produced by Ted Garvin Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE DELICIOUS VICEPipe Dreams and Fond Adventures of an Habitual NovelReader Among SomeGreat Books and Their PeopleBy Young E Allison_Second Edition_Revised and containing new materialCHICAGO THE PRAIRIELAND PUBLISHING CO 1918 Printed originally in theLouisville CourierJournal Reprinted by courtesyFirst edition Cleveland Burrows Bros 1907Copyright 19071918IA RHAPSODY ON THE NOBLE PROFESSION OF NOVEL READINGIt must have been at about the goodbye age of forty that Thomas Moorethat choleric and pompous yet genial little Irish gentleman turned asigh into good marketable copy for Grub Street and with shrewd economygot two full pecuniary bites out of one melancholy apple of reflection  Kind friends around me fall  Like leaves in wintry weather  he sang of his own dead heart in the stilly night  Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves on the bed  Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and deadhe sang to the dying rose In the red month of October the rose isforty years old as roses go How small the world has grown to a man offorty if he has put his eyes his ears and his brain to the uses forwhich they are adapted And as for timewhy it is no longer than akite string At about the age of forty everything that can happen to aman death excepted has happened happiness has gone to the devil or isa mere habit the blessing of poverty has been permanently secured oryou are exhausted with the cares of wealth you can see around thecorner or you do not care to see around it in a wordthat isconsidering mental existencethe bell has rung on you and you are upagainst a steady grind for the remainder of your life It is then therecomes to the habitual novel reader the inevitable day when in anguishof heart looking back over his life hewishes he hadnt then he askshimself the bitter question if there are not things he has done that hewishes he hadnt Melancholy marks him for its own He sits in his roomsome winter evening the lamp swarming shadowy seductions the grateglowing with siren invitation the cigar box within easy reach for thatmoment when the pending sacrifice between his teeth shall be burned outhis feet upon the familiar corner of the mantel at that automaticallycalculated altitude which permits the weight of the upper part of thebody to fall exactly upon the second joint from the lower end of thevertebral column as it rests in the comfortable depression created bycontinuous wear in the cushion of that particular chair to which everyhonest man who has acquired the library vice sooner or later getsattached with a love no misfortune can destroy As he sits thus havingclosed the lids of say some old favorite of his youth he willinevitably ask himself if it would not have been better for him if hehadnt And the question once asked must be answered and it will be anhonest answer too For no scoundrel was ever addicted to the deliciousvice of novelreading It is too tame for him There is no money init                                   And every habitual novelreader will answer that question he has askedhimself after a sigh A sigh that will echo from the tropic desertedisland of Juan Fernandez to that utmost icebound point of Siberia whereby chance or destiny the seven nails in the sole of a certain mysteriouspersons shoe in the month of October 1831 formed a crossthus                    while on the American promontory opposite a young and handsome womanreplied to the mans despairing gesture by silently pointing to heavenThe Wandering Jew may be gone but the theater of that appallingprologue still exists unchanged That sigh will penetrate the gloomycell of the Abbe Faria the frightful dungeons of the Inquisition thegilded halls of Vanity Fair the deep forests of Brahmin and fakir thejousting list the audience halls and the petits cabinets of kings ofFrance sound over the trackless and stormbeaten oceanwill echo inshort wherever warm blood has jumped in the veins of honest men andwherever vice has sooner or later been stretched groveling in the dustat the feet of triumphant virtueAnd so sighing to the uttermost ends of the earth the old novelreaderwill confess that he wishes he hadnt Had not read all those novelsthat troop through his memory Because if he hadntand it is theimpossibility of the alternative that chills his soul with the despairof cruel realizationif he hadnt you see he could begin at the veryfirst right then and there and read the whole blessed business throughfor the first time For the FIRST TIME mark you Is there anywhere inthis great round world a novel reader of true genius who would not dothat with the joy of a child and the thankfulness of a sageSuch a dream would be the foundation of the story of a really noble DrFaustus How contemptible is the man who having staked his life freelyupon a career whines at the close and begs for another chance justone moreand a different career It is no more than Mr Jack Hamlin afriend from Calaveras County California would call the baby actor his compeer Mr John Oakhurst would denominate a squeal Howglorious on the other hand is the man who has spent his life in hisown way and at its eventide waves his hand to the sinking sun andcries out Goodbye but if I could do so I should be glad to go overit all again with youjust as it was If honesty is rated in heavenas we have been taught to believe depend upon it the novelreaderwho sighs to eat the apple he has just devoured will have no troublehereafterWhat a great flutter was created a few years ago,37
Produced by AloysiusTHE DEVILS DICTIONARYby Ambrose BierceAUTHORS PREFACE_The Devils Dictionary_ was begun in a weekly paper in 1881 and wascontinued in a desultory way at long intervals until 1906  In thatyear a large part of it was published in covers with the title _TheCynics Word Book_ a name which the author had not the power toreject or happiness to approve  To quote the publishers of thepresent workThis more reverent title had previously been forced upon him bythe religious scruples of the last newspaper in which a part of thework had appeared with the natural consequence that when it came outin covers the country already had been flooded by its imitators with ascore of cynic books_The Cynics This_ _The Cynics That_ and_The Cynics tOther_  Most of these books were merely stupid thoughsome of them added the distinction of silliness  Among them theybrought the word cynic into disfavor so deep that any book bearingit was discredited in advance of publicationMeantime too some of the enterprising humorists of the countryhad helped themselves to such parts of the work as served their needsand many of its definitions anecdotes phrases and so forth hadbecome more or less current in popular speech  This explanation ismade not with any pride of priority in trifles but in simple denialof possible charges of plagiarism which is no trifle  In merelyresuming his own the author hopes to be held guiltless by those towhom the work is addressedenlightened souls who prefer dry winesto sweet sense to sentiment wit to humor and clean English to slangA conspicuous and it is hoped not unpleasant feature of the bookis its abundant illustrative quotations from eminent poets chief ofwhom is that learned and ingenius cleric Father Gassalasca JapeSJ whose lines bear his initials  To Father Japes kindlyencouragement and assistance the author of the prose text is greatlyindebtedABAABASEMENT n  A decent and customary mental attitude in the presenceof wealth or power  Peculiarly appropriate in an employee whenaddressing an employerABATIS n  Rubbish in front of a fort to prevent the rubbish outsidefrom molesting the rubbish insideABDICATION n  An act whereby a sovereign attests his sense of thehigh temperature of the throne  Poor Isabellas Dead whose abdication  Set all tongues wagging in the Spanish nation  For that performance twere unfair to scold her  She wisely left a throne too hot to hold her  To History shell be no royal riddle  Merely a plain parched pea that jumped the griddleGJABDOMEN n  The temple of the god Stomach in whose worship withsacrificial rights all true men engage  From women this ancientfaith commands but a stammering assent  They sometimes minister atthe altar in a halfhearted and ineffective way but true reverencefor the one deity that men really adore they know not  If woman had afree hand in the worlds marketing the race would becomegraminivorousABILITY n  The natural equipment to accomplish some small part ofthe meaner ambitions distinguishing able men from dead ones  In thelast analysis ability is commonly found to consist mainly in a highdegree of solemnity  Perhaps however this impressive quality isrightly appraised it is no easy task to be solemnABNORMAL adj  Not conforming to standard  In matters of thought andconduct to be independent is to be abnormal to be abnormal is to bedetested  Wherefore the lexicographer adviseth a striving toward thestraiter sic resemblance of the Average Man than he hath to himselfWhoso attaineth thereto shall have peace the prospect of death andthe hope of HellABORIGINIES n  Persons of little worth found cumbering the soil of anewly discovered country  They soon cease to cumber they fertilizeABRACADABRA  By _Abracadabra_ we signify      An infinite number of things  Tis the answer to What and How and Why  And Whence and Whithera word whereby      The Truth with the comfort it brings  Is open to all who grope in night  Crying for Wisdoms holy light  Whether the word is a verb or a noun      Is knowledge beyond my reach  I only know that tis handed down          From sage to sage          From age to age      An immortal part of speech  Of an ancient man the tale is told  That he lived to be ten centuries old      In a cave on a mountain side      True he finally died  The fame of his wisdom filled the land  For his head was bald and youll understand      His beard was long and white      And his eyes uncommonly bright  Philosophers gathered from far and near  To sit at his feet and hear and hear          Though he never was heard          To utter a word      But _Abracadabra abracadab_          _Abracada abracad_      _Abraca abrac abra ab_          Twas all he had  Twas all they wanted to hear and each  Made copious notes of the mystical speech          Which they published next          A trickle of text  In the meadow of commentary      Mighty big books were these      In a number as leaves of trees  In learning remarkablyvery          Hes dead          As I said,71
Produced by An Anonymous VolunteerHEROES OF THE TELEGRAPHBy J MunroAuthor Of Electricity And Its Uses Pioneers Of ElectricityThe Wire And The Wave And Joint Author Of Munro And JamiesonsPocketBook Of Electrical Rules And TablesNote All accents etc have been omitted Italics have been convertedto capital letters The British pound sign has been written as LFootnotes have been placed in square brackets at the place in the textwhere a suffix originally indicated their existencePREFACEThe present work is in some respects a sequel to the PIONEERS OFELECTRICITY and it deals with the lives and principal achievements ofthose distinguished men to whom we are indebted for the introductionof the electric telegraph and telephone as well as other marvels ofelectric scienceCONTENTS     CHAPTER        I  THE ORIGIN OF THE TELEGRAPH       II  CHARLES WHEATSTONE      III  SAMUEL MORSE       IV  SIR WILLIAM THOMSON        V  SIR WILLIAM SIEMENS       VI  FLEEMING JENKIN      VII  JOHANN PHILIPP REIS     VIII  GRAHAM BELL       IX  THOMAS ALVA EDISON        X  DAVID EDWIN HUGHES     APPENDIX        I  CHARLES FERDINAND GAUSS       II  WILLIAM EDWARD WEBER      III  SIR WILLIAM FOTHERGILL COOKE       IV  ALEXANDER BAIN        V  DR WERNER SIEMENS       VI  LATIMER CLARK      VII  COUNT DU MONCEL     VIII  ELISHA GRAYCHAPTER I THE ORIGIN OF THE TELEGRAPHThe history of an invention whether of science or art may be comparedto the growth of an organism such as a tree The wind or the randomvisit of a bee unites the pollen in the flower the green fruit formsand ripens to the perfect seed which on being planted in congenialsoil takes root and flourishes Even so from the chance combination oftwo facts in the human mind a crude idea springs and after maturinginto a feasible plan is put in practice under favourable conditions andso develops These processes are both subject to a thousand accidentswhich are inimical to their achievement Especially is this the casewhen their object is to produce a novel species or a new and greatinvention like the telegraph It is then a question of raising not oneseedling but many and modifying these in the lapse of timeSimilarly the telegraph is not to be regarded as the work of any onemind but of many and during a long course of years Because at lengththe final seedling is obtained are we to overlook the antecedentvarieties from which it was produced and without which it could nothave existed Because one inventor at last succeeds in putting thetelegraph in operation are we to neglect his predecessors whoseattempts and failures were the steps by which he mounted to success Allwho have extended our knowledge of electricity or devised a telegraphand familiarised the public mind with the advantages of it aredeserving of our praise and gratitude as well as he who has enteredinto their labours and by genius and perseverance won the honours ofbeing the first to introduce itLet us therefore trace in a rapid manner the history of the electrictelegraph from the earliest timesThe sources of a river are lost in the clouds of the mountain but itis usual to derive its waters from the lakes or springs which areits fountainhead In the same way the origins of our knowledge ofelectricity and magnetism are lost in the mists of antiquity but thereare two facts which have come to be regarded as the startingpointsof the science It was known to the ancients at least 600 years beforeChrist that a piece of amber when excited by rubbing would attractstraws and that a lump of lodestone had the property of drawing ironBoth facts were probably ascertained by chance Humboldt informs us thathe saw an Indian child of the Orinoco rubbing the seed of a trailingplant to make it attract the wild cotton and perhaps a prehistorictribesman of the Baltic or the plains of Sicily found in the yellowstone he had polished the mysterious power of collecting dust A Greeklegend tells us that the lodestone was discovered by Magnes a shepherdwho found his crook attracted by the rockHowever this may be we are told that Thales of Miletus attributed theattractive properties of the amber and the lodestone to a soul withinthem The name Electricity is derived from ELEKTRON the Greek foramber and Magnetism from Magnes the name of the shepherd or morelikely from the city of Magnesia in Lydia where the stone occurredThese properties of amber and lodestone appear to have been widelyknown The Persian name for amber is KAHRUBA attractor of straws andthat for lodestone AHANGRUBA attractor of iron In the old Persianromance THE LOVES OF MAJNOON AND LEILA the lover sings     She was as amber and I but as straw      She touched me and I shall ever cling to herThe Chinese philosopher Kuopho who flourished in the fourth centurywrites that the attraction of a magnet for iron is like that of amberfor the smallest grain of mustard seed It is like a breath of windwhich mysteriously penetrates through both and communicates itself withthe speed of an arrow Lodestone was probably known in China beforethe Christian era Other electrical effects were also observed by theancients Classical writers as Homer Caesar and Plutarch speak offlames on the points of javelins and the tips of masts They regardedthem as manifestations of the Deity as did the soldiers of the Mahdilately in the Soudan It is,13
Produced by Charles KellerTHE EDUCATION OF THE CHILDby Ellen KeyINTRODUCTORY NOTEEdward Bok Editor of the Ladies Home Journal writesNothing finer on the wise education of the child has ever been broughtinto print To me this chapter is a perfect classic it points the waystraight for every parent and it should find a place in every home inAmerica where there is a childTHE EDUCATION OF THE CHILDGoethe showed long ago in his Werther a clear understanding ofthe significance of individualistic and psychological training anappreciation which will mark the century of the child In this work heshows how the future power of will lies hidden in the characteristicsof the child and how along with every fault of the child an uncorruptedgerm capable of producing good is enclosed Always he says I repeatthe golden words of the teacher of mankind if ye do not become asone of these and now good friend those who are our equals whom weshould look upon as our models we treat as subjects they should haveno will of their own do we have none Where is our prerogative Does itconsist in the fact that we are older and more experienced Good Godof Heaven Thou seest old and young children nothing else And in whomThou hast more joy Thy Son announced ages ago But people believe inHim and do not hear Himthat too is an old trouble and they modeltheir children after themselves The same criticism might be applied toour present educators who constantly have on their tongues such wordsas evolution individuality and natural tendencies but do not heedthe new commandments in which they say they believe They continue toeducate as if they believed still in the natural depravity of man inoriginal sin which may be bridled tamed suppressed but not changedThe new belief is really equivalent to Goethes thoughts given aboveie that almost every fault is but a hard shell enclosing the germ ofvirtue Even men of modern times still follow in education the old ruleof medicine that evil must be driven out by evil instead of the newmethod the system of allowing nature quietly and slowly to help itselftaking care only that the surrounding conditions help the work ofnature This is educationNeither harsh nor tender parents suspect the truth expressed by Carlylewhen he said that the marks of a noble and original temperament arewild strong emotions that must be controlled by a discipline as hardas steel People either strive to root out passions altogether or theyabstain from teaching the child to get them under controlTo suppress the real personality of the child and to supplant it withanother personality continues to be a pedagogical crime common tothose who announce loudly that education should only develop the realindividual nature of the childThey are still not convinced that egoism on the part of the child isjustified Just as little are they convinced of the possibility thatevil can be changed into goodEducation must be based on the certainty that faults cannot be atonedfor or blotted out but must always have their consequences Atthe same time there is the other certainty that through progressiveevolution by slow adaptation to the conditions of environment they maybe transformed Only when this stage is reached will education begin tobe a science and art We will then give up all belief in the miraculouseffects of sudden interference we shall act in the psychological spherein accordance with the principle of the indestructibility of matter Weshall never believe that a characteristic of the soul can be destroyedThere are but two possibilities Either it can be brought intosubjection or it can be raised up to a higher planeMadame de Staels words show much insight when she says that only thepeople who can play with children are able to educate them For successin training children the first condition is to become as a childoneself but this means no assumed childishness no condescendingbabytalk that the child immediately sees through and deeply abhorsWhat it does mean is to be as entirely and simply taken up with thechild as the child himself is absorbed by his life It means totreat the child as really ones equal that is to show him the sameconsideration the same kind confidence one shows to an adult It meansnot to influence the child to be what we ourselves desire him to becomebut to be influenced by the impression of what the child himself is notto treat the child with deception or by the exercise of force but withthe seriousness and sincerity proper to his own character SomewhereRousseau says that all education has failed in that nature does notfashion parents as educators nor children for the sake of educationWhat would happen if we finally succeeded in following the directions ofnature and recognised that the great secret of education lies hidden inthe maxim do not educateNot leaving the child in peace is the greatest evil of presentdaymethods of training children Education is determined to create abeautiful world externally and internally in which the child can growTo let him move about freely in this world until he comes into contactwith the permanent boundaries of anothers right will be the end ofthe education of the future Only then will adults really obtain a deepinsight into the souls of children now an almost inaccessible kingdomFor it is a natural instinct of selfpreservation which causes the childto bar the educator from his innermost nature There is the person whoasks rude questions for example what is the child thinking about aquestion which almost invariably is answered with a black or a whitelie The child must protect himself from an educator who would masterhis thoughts and inclinations or rudely handle them who withoutconsideration betrays or makes ridiculous his most sacred feelings whoexposes faults or praises characteristics before strangers or even usesan openhearted confidential confession as an occasion for reproof atanother timeThe statement that no human being learns to understand another or atleast to be patient with another is true above all of the intimaterelation of child and parent in which understanding the deepestcharacteristic of love is almost,70
Etext prepared by David DeleyAstral WorshipbyJ H Hill M DNow what I want isfacts_Boz_                    CONTENTSINTRODUCTION                                   5THE GEOCENTRIC SYSTEM OF NATURE               13   The Earth                                  13   The Firmament                              13   The Planets                                14   The Constellations                         15   The Zodiac                                 15THE SACRED NUMBERS 7 AND 12                   17THE TWELVE THOUSAND YEAR CYCLE                18THE ANCIENT TRIAD                             19GOD SOL                                       22THE ANCIENT COSMOGONY                         30FALL AND REDEMPTION OF MAN                    31INCARNATIONS OF GOD SOL                       33FABLE OF THE TWELVE LABORS                    36ANNIVERSARIES OF SOLAR WORSHIP                40   The Nativity                               40   Epiphany or Twelfth Day                    41   Lent or Lenten Season                      42   Passion Week                               44   Passion Plays                              45   Resurrection and Easter Festival           46   Annunciation                               48   Ascension                                  49   Assumption                                 49   The Lords Supper                          50   Transubstantiation                         50   Autumnal Crucifixion                       51   Michaelmas                                 56PERSONIFICATIONS OF THE DIVISIONS OF TIME     57   The Hours                                  57   The Days                                   57   The Months,33
This eBook was produced by Andrew Heathand David Widger widgercecometnetCHAPTER LXXIVMy Work my Philosophical Workthe ambitious hope of my intellectuallifehow eagerly I returned to it again  Far away from my householdgrief far away from my haggard perplexitiesneither a Lilian nor aMargrave thereAs I went over what I had before written each link in its chain ofreasoning seemed so serried that to alter one were to derange all andthe whole reasoning was so opposed to the possibility of the wonders Imyself had experienced so hostile to the subtle hypotheses of a Faber orthe childlike belief of an Amy that I must have destroyed the entire workif I had admitted such contradictions to its designBut the work was I myselfI in my solid sober healthful mind beforethe brain had been perplexed by a phantom  Were phantoms to be allowed astestimonies against science  No in returning to my Book I returned tomy former MeHow strange is that contradiction between our being as man and our beingas Author  Take any writer enamoured of a system a thousand things mayhappen to him every day which might shake his faith in that system andwhile he moves about as mere man his faith is shaken  But when hesettles himself back into the phase of his being as author the mere actof taking pen in hand and smoothing the paper before him restores hisspeculations to their ancient mechanical train  The system the belovedsystem reasserts its tyrannic sway and he either ignores or moulds intofresh proofs of his theory as author all which an hour before had givenhis theory the lie in his living perceptions as manI adhered to my systemI continued my work  Here in the barbarousdesert was a link between me and the Cities of Europe  All else mightbreak down under me  The love I had dreamed of was blotted out from theworld and might never be restored my heart might be lonely my life bean exiles  My reason might at last give way before the spectres whichawed my senses or the sorrow which stormed my heart  But here at leastwas a monument of my rational thoughtful Meof my individualizedidentity in multiform creation  And my mind in the noon of its forcewould shed its light on the earth when my form was resolved to itselements  Alas in this very yearning for the Hereafter though but theHereafter of a Name could I see only the craving of Mind and hear notthe whisper of SoulThe avocation of a colonist usually so active had little interest forme  This vast territorial lordship in which could I have endeared itspossession by the hopes that animate a Founder I should have felt all thezest and the pride of ownership was but the run of a common to thepassing emigrant who would leave no son to inherit the tardy products ofhis labour  I was not goaded to industry by the stimulus of need  Icould only be ruined if I risked all my capital in the attempt to improveI lived therefore amongst my fertile pastures as careless of culture asthe English occupant of the Highland moor which he rents for the range ofits solitudesI knew indeed that if ever I became avaricious I might swell my modestaffluence into absolute wealth  I had revisited the spot in which I haddiscovered the nugget of gold and had found the precious metal in richabundance just under the first coverings of the alluvial soil  Iconcealed my discovery from all  I knew that did I proclaim it thecharm of my bushlife would be gone  My fields would be infested by allthe wild adventurers who gather to gold as the vultures of prey round acarcass my servants would desert me my very flocks would beshepherdlessMonths again rolled on months  I had just approached the close of mybeloved Work when it was again suspended and by an anguish keener thanall which I had previously knownLilian became alarmingly ill  Her state of health long graduallydeclining had hitherto admitted checkered intervals of improvement andexhibited no symptoms of actual danger  But now she was seized with akind of chronic fever attended with absolute privation of sleep anaversion to even the lightest nourishment and an acute nervoussusceptibility to all the outward impressions of which she had long seemedso unconscious morbidly alive to the faintest sound shrinking from thelight as from a torture  Her previous impatience at my entrance into herroom became aggravated into vehement emotions convulsive paroxysms ofdistress so that Faber banished me from her chamber and with a heartbleeding at every fibre I submitted to the cruel sentenceFaber had taken up his abode in my house and brought Amy with him one orthe other never left Lilian night or day  The great physician spokedoubtfully of the case but not despairinglyRemember he said that in spite of the want of sleep the abstinencefrom food the form has not wasted as it would do were this feverinevitably mortal  It is upon that phenomenon I build a hope that I havenot been mistaken in the opinion I hazarded from the first  We are now inthe midst of the critical struggle between life and reason if shepreserve the one my conviction is that she will regain the other  Thatseeming antipathy to yourself is a good omen  You are inseparablyassociated with her intellectual world in proportion as she revives toit must become vivid and powerful the reminiscences of the shock thatannulled for a time that world to her  So I welcome rather than fearthe oversusceptibility of the awakening senses to external sights andsounds  A few days will decide if I am right  In this climate theprogress of acute maladies is swift but the recovery from them is yetmore startlingly rapid  Wait endure be prepared to submit to the willof Heaven but do not despond of its mercyI rushed away from the consoleraway into the thick of the,0
Scanned by Sean Pobuda2 of a seriesTHE BOY ALLIES UNDER TWO FLAGSBy Ensign Robert L DrakeCHAPTER IIN THE MEDITERRANEANBoom  BoomThus spoke the two forward guns on the little scout cruiser HMS Sylph Lord Hasting commanderA hit cried Jack who from his position in the pilot house had watched the progress of the missiles hurled at the foeGood work shouted Frank his excitement so great that he forgot the gunners were unable to hear himBoom  Boom  Boom  BoomThe Sylph had come about and now poured a broadside into the enemyThen from the distance more than a mile across the water came the sound of many guns  The German cruisers Breslau and Goeben were returning the fireShells dropping in front behind and on all sides of the Sylph threw up the water in mighty geysers as if it were a typhoon that surrounded the little vessel  Shells screamed overhead but none found its markAll this time the vessels were drawing closer and closer together  Now as the little scout cruiser rose on a huge swell a single shock shook the vessel and a British shell sped trueA portion of the Breslaus superstructure toppled a second later and the faint sound of a crash was carried over the water to the SylphA hit cried Jack againA loud British cheer rose above the sound of battle and the gunners well pleased with their marksmanship turned again to their work with renewed vigorLieutenant Templeton on the bridge came the command and Jack hastened to report to Lord HastingsWhat do you make of that last shot Mr Templeton demanded the commander of the Sylph  Is the enemy seriously crippled would you sayNo sir replied Jack  I think not  You may see that the wreckage has already been cleared away and the enemy is still plugging away at usMr Hetherington called the commander  The first lieutenant of the little vessel saluted  Yes sirI fear the enemy is too strong for us sir You will have to bring the Sylph aboutVery well sirA moment later the head of the little scout cruiser began to swing gradually to the leftJack returned to the wheelhouseWhat on earth are we coming about for demanded Frank as his friend enteredLord Hastings believes the enemy is too strong for us was the others replyBut thats no reason to run is itI dont think so but it appears that Lord Hastings does  I guess he knows more about it than we doI guess thats so but I dont like the idea of runningNor IAt this instant there was a hail from the lookoutSteamer on the port bow sirWhats her nationality bellowed Lord Hastings  British sir was the replyCan you make her outThe lookout was silent for a moment and then called back  Yes sir Cruiser Gloucester sirGood shouted Lord Hastings Lieutenant Hetherington  Bring her about againThe Sylph came back to her course as if by magic and once more rushed toward the enemy  Several miles to port could now be seen the faint outline of the approaching British battle cruiser sailing swiftly under full steam as though she were afraid she would not arrive in time to take part in the battleFull speed ahead came the order from the Sylphs commander and the little craft leaped forward in the very face of her two larger enemiesA shell from the Goeben which was nearer the Sylph than her sister ship crashed into the very mouth of one of the Sylphs 8 inch guns blowing it to piecesMen were hurled to the deck on all sides maimed and bleeding  Others dropped over dead  An officer hurriedly reported the fact to Lord HastingsWell get even with her said His Lordship grimly  Give her a shot from the forward turretIn spite of the tragedy enacted before his eyes only a moment before the British gunner took deliberate aimBoomThere was silence as all watched the effect of this one shotRight below the water line said Lord Hastings calmly  A pretty shot my manBy this time the Gloucester had come within striking distance and her heavy guns began to breathe defiance to the Germans  But the Breslau and the Goeben had no mind to engage this new enemy and quickly turned tail and fledLord Hastings immediately got into communication with the captain of the Gloucester by wirelessPursue the enemy was the order that was flashed through the airThe two British ships sped forward on the trail of the foe  But the latter made off at top speed and in spite of the shells hurled at them by their pursuers soon outdistanced the Gloucester  The Sylph however continued the chase and was gradually gaining although now that the battle was over for the time being the strain on the little cruiser relaxed  Wounded men were hurriedly patched up by the ships surgeon and his assistants and the dead were prepared for burialJack and Frank approached Lord Hastings on the bridge  The latter was talking to his first officerThey must be the Breslau and Goeben he was saying though I am unable to account for the manner in which they escaped the blockade at Libau  They were supposed to be tightly bottled up there and  I was informed that their escape was impossibleSomething has evidently gone wrong suggested Lieutenant HetheringtonThey probably escaped by a ruse of some kind said Jack joining in the conversationAnd the lad was right although he did not know it thenThe two German ships tightly bottled up even as Lord Hastings had said in Libau had escaped the blockading British squadron by the simple maneuver of reversing their lights putting their bow lights aft and vice versa and passing through the blockading fleet in the night without so much as being challenged  This is historyWell said Frank we succeeded in putting our mark on them even if we didnt,4
Produced by Eric EldredBIRDS IN TOWN  VILLAGEBYW H HUDSONFZSAUTHOR OF THE PURPLE LAND IDLE DAYS IN PATAGONIA FAR AWAY ANDLONG AGO ETC1920PREFACEThis book is more than a mere reprint of _Birds in a Village_ firstpublished in 1893 That was my first book about bird life with someimpressions of rural scenes in England and as is often the case witha first book its author has continued to cherish a certain affectionfor it On this account it pleased me when its turn came to be reissuedsince this gave me the opportunity of mending some faults in theportions retained and of throwing out a good deal of matter whichappeared to me not worth keepingThe first portion Birds in a Village has been mostly rewritten withsome fresh matter added mainly later observations and incidentsintroduced in illustration of the various subjects discussed For theconcluding portion of the old book which has been discarded I havesubstituted entirely new matterthe part entitled Birds in a CornishVillageBetween these two long parts there are five shorter essays which I haveretained with little alteration and these in one or two instances areconsequently out of date especially in what was said with bitterness inthe essay on Exotic Birds for Britain anent the featherwearingfashion and of the London trade in dead birds and the refusal of womenat that time to help us in trying to save the beautiful wild bird lifeof this country and of the world generally from extermination Happilythe last twenty years of the life and work of the Royal Society for theProtection of Birds have changed all that and it would not now be toomuch to say that all rightthinking persons in this country men andwomen are anxious to see the end of this iniquitous trafficW H HSeptember 1919CONTENTSPAGEBIRDS IN A VILLAGEIIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIXXXIEXOTIC BIRDS FOR BRITAINMOORHENS IN HYDE PARKTHE EAGLE AND THE CANARYCHANTICLEERIN AN OLD GARDENBIRDS IN A CORNISH VILLAGEI TAKING STOCK OF THE BIRDSII DO STARLINGS PAIR FOR LIFEIII VILLAGE BIRDS IN WINTERIV INCREASING BIRDS IN BRITAINV THE DAW SENTIMENTVI STORY OF A JACKDAW    BIRDS IN TOWN  VILLAGEBIRDS IN A VILLAGE IAbout the middle of last May after a rough and cold period there camea spell of brilliant weather reviving in me the old spring feeling thepassion for wild nature the desire for the companionship of birds andI betook myself to St Jamess Park for the sake of such satisfaction asmay be had from watching and feeding the fowls wild and semiwildfound gathered at that favored spotI was glad to observe a couple of those new colonists of the ornamentalwater the dabchicks and to renew my acquaintance with the familiarlongestablished moorhens One of them was engaged in building its nestin an elmtree growing at the waters edge I saw it make two journeyswith large wisps of dry grass in its beak running up the roughslanting trunk to a height of sixteen to seventeen feet anddisappearing within the brushwood sheaf that springs from the bole atthat distance from the roots The woodpigeons were much more numerousalso more eager to be fed  They seemed to understand very quickly thatmy bread and grain was for them and not the sparrows but although theystationed themselves close to me the little robbers we were jointlytrying to outwit managed to get some pieces of bread by flying up andcatching them before they touched the sward This little comedy over Ivisited the waterfowl ducks of many kinds sheldrakes geese from manylands swans black and swans white To see birds in prison during thespring mood of which I have spoken is not only no satisfaction but apositive pain herealbeit without that large liberty that naturegives they are free in a measure and swimming and diving or dozing inthe sunshine with the blue sky above them they are perhaps unconsciousof any restraint  Walking along the margin I noticed three childrensome yards ahead of me two were quite small but the third in whosecharge the others were was a robustlooking girl aged about ten oreleven years From their dress and appearance I took them to be thechildren of a respectable artisan or small tradesman but what chieflyattracted my attention was the very great pleasure the elder girlappeared to take in the birds She had come well provided with stalebread to feed them and after giving moderately of her store to thewoodpigeons and sparrows she went on to the others native and exoticthat were disporting themselves in the water or sunning themselves onthe green bank She did not cast her bread on the water in the mannerusual with visitors but was anxious to feed all the different speciesor as many as she could attract to her and appeared satisfied when anyone individual of a particular kind got a fragment of her breadMeanwhile she talked eagerly to the little ones calling their attentionto the different birds Drawing near I also became an interestedlistener and then in answer to my questions she began telling me whatall these strange fowls were This she said glad to giveinformation is the Canadian goose and there is the Egyptian gooseand here is the kingduck coming towards us and do you see that largebeautiful bird standing by itself that will not come to be fed That isthe golden duck But that is not its real name I dont know them alland so I name some for myself I call that one the golden duck becausein the sun its feathers sometimes shine like gold It was a rarepleasure to listen to her and seeing what sort of a girl she was andhow much in love with her subject I in my turn told her a great dealabout the birds before us also of other birds she had never seen norheard of in other and distant lands that have a nobler bird life thanours and after she had listened eagerly for some minutes and had thenbeen silent a little while she all at once pressed her two handstogether and exclaimed rapturously Oh I do so love the birdsI replied that that was,0
This eBook was produced by John PobudaThe Boy Scouts in Front of WarsawOr In the Wake of WarBoy Scout Series Volume 20By Colonel George DurstonChapter IThe DisappearanceIt was the fifth of August  Warsaw the brilliant Warsaw theBeautiful the best beloved of her adoring people had fallen  Torn bybombs wrecked by great shells devastated by hordes of alien invadersshe lay in ruinsHer people despairing seemed for the greater part to have vanished inthe two days since the fatal third of August when the city was takenMany of the wealthiest of her citizens had taken refuge in the lowerpart of the city leaving their magnificent palaces and residencessituated in the newer part to the flood of invading soldiers who wentwith unerring directness to the parts containing the greatest comfortand luxuryWarsaw is built in the midst of a beautiful plain mostly on the leftbank of the river Vistula  All the main part of the city lies close tothe river and the streets are so twisted and crooked that it is almostimpossible to picture them  They wriggle here and there like snakes ofstreets  The houses of course are very old and with their heavybarred doors and solid shutters look very strange and inhospitablePeople in a way become like their surroundings  Here in thesetwisted narrow streets are to be found the narrow twisted souls ofthe worst element in Poland but the worst of them love their countryas perhaps no other people do  To the last man and to the frailestwoman they are loyal to Poland  For them it is Poland first lastand alwaysIn these low and twisted streets the devastation was greatest and thepeople had scurried like rats to cover  A week before they had swarmedthe streets and crowded the buildings  Now by some miracle they hadgone utterly disappeared  The houses were deserted the streetsempty  The destruction had been greatest in these crowded places butmany of the beautiful public buildings and state departments in the newpart were also in ruins as well as a number of matchless palacesThe people from the upper part of the city who had taken refuge in theholes along the river front were for the most part a strange appearinglot  Some of them carried great bundles which they guarded withjealous care Others empty handed sat and shivered through the summernightchills that blew from the river  Scores of little children clungto their mothers hands or wandered trembling and screaming from groupto group seeking their own peopleThere was a general gathering of types  Nobles mixed with the poorestmeanest and most criminal classes and mingled with their commonsorrow  For the most part a dumbness a silence prevailed  The shockof the national disaster had bereft the people of their powers ofexpressionSince 1770 Poland had been torn and racked by foes on every handPrussia Austria and Russia envied her wealth courage and her fertileplains  Little by little her enemies had pressed across her shrinkingborders wet with the blood of her patriot sons  Little by little shehad lost her cherished land until the day of doom August third 1915Sitting hiding in their desolated city the people of Poland knew thattheirs was a country no longer on the map  Russia Austria and Prussiaat least had met  There was no longer any Poland  For generationsthere had been no Polish language it was forbidden by her oppressorsNow the country itself was swallowed up  No longer on the changing mapof the world had she any placeBut in the hearts of her people Poland lives  With the most perfectloyalty and love in the world they say We are Poland  We live anddie for herA gray haze hung over Warsaw  The streets after the roar of greatguns the bursting of shells and the cries of thousands of peoplerushing blindly to safety seemed silent and deserted  The hated enemyheld the town and the people of Warsaw most hapless city of allhistory cowered beneath the iron hand of the enemyAs is usual in the fearful lull after such a victory the town wasfilled with dangers of the most horrible sort  Murder crime of everykind lawlessness in every guise stalked through the streets or lurkeddown the narrow dark and twisted alleys  The unfortunate citizens whohad not retreated in time hid when they could in all sorts of strangeplaces  They gathered in trembling whispering groups into garretsand cellars even the vaults in the catacombs the old burial place ofthe dead were opened by desperate fugitives and became hiding placesfor the livingThe soldiers were in possession of all the uninjured residences in themore modern portion of the city where they reveled in the comforts ofmodern baths lights and heat  But the lower part of the city lyingalong the left bank of the river Vistula was filled with a strangemixture of terrified people  In all the throngs huddled in streetsand alleys storehouses and warerooms there was perhaps no strangergroup than the one gathered in a dark corner of a great building wheremachinery of some sort had been manufacturedThis had strangely enough escaped destruction and stood unharmed in astreet where everything bore the scars of shells or bombsThe engines were stopped the great wheels motionless the broad beltssagged hopelessly  Even the machinery seemed to feel the terrible blowand mourned the fallen cityThe persons huddled in the shadow of a vast wheel however gave littleheed to their strange surroundings  They seemed crushed by a frightfulgrief more personal even than the taking of Warsaw would cause in themost loyal heartIn the center of the group a boy of fourteen or fifteen years stoodtalking excitedly  He was tall dark as an Italian and dressed withthe greatest richness  Two rings set with great jewels flashed on hishand and while he spoke he tapped his polished boot with a small canein the end of which was set a huge sparkling red stone  He spoke withgreat rapidity in the,13
Etext prepared by Bruce D ThomasGOVERNMENT BY THE BREWERSBy ADOLPH KEITELFor thirty years intimately associated with the brewing industryCONTENTSChapter        Preface        Ballot Box Illustration I     My thirty years intimate association with the brewers II    Prohibition banishes crime III   What is beer IV    Nonalcoholic beer is a mysterious compound of drugs V     Beer is a habit forming drug VI    Why beer is not a fit drink for the home VII   Beer is not a temperance drink VIII  The decreased alcoholic content of beer will increase drunkenness IX    Brewers grains are considered dangerous for cows milk X     Brewers assault distillers to hide their own crimes XI    Abolition of crime and vice would decrease the sale of beer XII   Crime is planned in saloons XIII  The beer traffic does not recognize the sanctity of the home XIV   A vice complaint        An everyday vice scene Illustration XV    Laws are openly violated XVI   Another vice backed by brewers        Cabarets and tango dance resorts        How a New York brewer advertises his cabaret resort XVII  Millions expended in corrupting elections        United States Brewers Association exposed XVIII How Chicago Brewers have tried to prevent a dry vote XIX   Brewers fear woman suffrage XX    People resent government by the brewersPREFACEWhen it was found impossible to suppress my writings by attemptsto bribe me men were hired to poison me  After the failure ofthis plot to dispose of me I was subjected to almost unbelievableinsults persecution humiliation and injustice in the courtsA friendly federal judge was besought to stop me by an injunctionThe United States Circuit Court of Appeals set it asideFour futile attempts were made to influence the Post Officeauthorities to deny me the use of the mailsI was twice presented with the alternative of either agreeing tostop the publication of the truth or being thrown into jail onframed libel charges  I chose the jail rather than renounce theright of the freedom of the press guaranteed me by the constitutionof my countryWhen even the jail could not silence me a diabolical attempt wasmade to bury me alive in an institution for the insane but whenit was found impossible to discover the slightest trace of insanityor drive me insane during a sojourn of a month among maniacs Iwas releasedI verily believe that the honesty of the alienists in charge of theinstitution alone saved me from a living deathTHE AUTHORIllustration A Menace to good Government_The very nature of the business of the brewer makes it imperativethat they retain a strong hold on the ballot box  By those methodsalone have they been able to exist in the past  By those methodsalone can they hope to save themselves_CHAPTER IMY THIRTY YEARS INTIMATE ASSOCIATION WITH THE BREWERSFor about thirty years I have been closely allied with the brewingindustry and was daily brought in contact with the brewersI have been interested in a number of breweries as a stockholderI have been intimately associated with many brewers throughout thecountry  I am therefore thoroughly familiar with the inner historyof the beer business and the political corruption crime vice anddegeneracy closely interwoven therewithCHAPTER IIPROHIBITION BANISHES CRIMENaturally I am not a prohibitionist Nevertheless I dispute thecontention of the brewers that they did not oppose but insteadactually approved the enactment of the recent bonedry prohibitionlegislation forbidding transportation of alcoholic beverages intostates which prohibit the sale and manufacture of intoxicants onthe ground that its drastic measure would have a reactionary effectand thus result in the return of a number of the present dry statesinto the wet column  Vaporings of this sort sound very much likethe old sour grape story and have their origin in the fertile brainof the publicity manager of the beer trustAbsence of drunkenness law and order and the reduction of crimeto a minimum have invariably followed the dry waveProhibition has emptied the jails and the people are gratifiedwith the new order of things  Everybody is happy except theliquor interestsA town in Georgia having no further use for its jail not havinghad an occupant for a long time as the result of the bonedry lawhas rented it out for another purposeThe most remarkable proof comes from the national capital  Washingtonbecame saloonless on November 1 1917  During the month of Novemberthe first dry monthofficial figures made public by the commissionerscomparing arrests for drunkenness during November 1917 and the samemonth a year ago show that during November 1917 199 arrests fordrunkenness were made as against 838 for November 1916 a reductionof 639 or 76 per cent  The greatest number of arrests for any oneweek in November 1917 were 61 while the greatest number for thesame period a year ago were 218In Decatur Ill which went dry four years ago the populationhas increased from 25000 to 45000  It is claimed that the criminalcases have lessened 90 per cent that the building of factoriesand houses has increased 30 per cent that 2700 savings depositorsin banks were added and that there were 37 per cent less cases ofpublic charity yearlyNor will the loss of revenue permanently affect conditions  Theenormous wealth of the country will soon adjust that phase of thesituationAuthorities assert there is no license city that keeps within itsbudget whereas there is no dry city that is not financiallyimproved by the ousting of the brewersCHAPTER IIIWHAT IS BEERIn the well known European beer drinking countries nothing but hopsand malt are permitted in brewingHere beer is a concoction of corn rice hops malt glucosepreservatives and other drugsand in most cases it has nothingin common,72
Produced by Distributed ProofreadersA Calendar of SonnetsByHelen Jackson1886JanuaryO winter frozen pulse and heart of fireWhat loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death Far sooner in midsummer tireThe streams than under ice June could not hireHer roses to forego the strength they learnIn sleeping on thy breast No fires can burnThe bridges thou dost lay where men desireIn vain to build                  O Heart when Loves sun goesTo northward and the sounds of singing ceaseKeep warm by inner fires and rest in peaceSleep on content as sleeps the patient roseWalk boldly on the white untrodden snowsThe winter is the winters own releaseFebruaryStill lie the sheltering snows undimmed and whiteAnd reigns the winters pregnant silence stillNo sign of spring save that the catkins fillAnd willow stems grow daily red and brightThese are the days when ancients held a riteOf expiation for the old years illAnd prayer to purify the new years willFit days ere yet the spring rains blur the sightEre yet the bounding blood grows hot with hasteAnd dreaming thoughts grow heavy with a greedThe ardent summers joy to have and tasteFit days to give to last years losses heedTo reckon clear the new lifes sterner needFit days for Feast of Expiation placedMarchMonth which the warring ancients strangely styledThe month of waras if in their fierce waysWere any month of peacein thy rough daysI find no war in Nature though the wildWinds clash and clang and broken boughs are piledAt feet of writhing trees The violets raiseTheir heads without affright without amazeAnd sleep through all the din as sleeps a childAnd he who watches well may well discernSweet expectation in each living thingLike pregnant mother the sweet earth doth yearnIn secret joy makes ready for the springAnd hidden sacred in her breast doth bearAnnunciation lilies for the yearAprilNo days such honored days as these When yetFair Aphrodite reigned men seeking wideFor some fair thing which should forever bideOn earth her beauteous memory to setIn fitting frame that no age could forgetHer name in lovely Aprils name did hideAnd leave it there eternally alliedTo all the fairest flowers Spring did begetAnd when fair Aphrodite passed from earthHer shrines forgotten and her feasts of mirthA holier symbol still in seal and signSweet April took of kingdom most divineWhen Christ ascended in the time of birthOf spring anemones in PalestineMayO month when they who love must love and wedWere one to go to worlds where May is naughtAnd seek to tell the memories he had broughtFrom earth of thee what were most fitly saidI know not if the rosy showers shedFrom appleboughs or if the soft green wroughtIn fields or if the robins call be fraughtThe most with thy delight Perhaps they readThee best who in the ancient time did sayThou wert the sacred month unto the oldNo blossom blooms upon thy brightest daySo subtly sweet as memories which unfoldIn aged hearts which in thy sunshine lieTo sun themselves once more before they dieJuneO month whose promise and fulfilment blendAnd burst in one it seems the earth can storeIn all her roomy house no treasure moreOf all her wealth no farthing have to spendOn fruit when once this stintless flowering endAnd yet no tiniest flower shall fall beforeIt hath made ready at its hidden coreIts tithe of seed which we may count and tendTill harvest Joy of blossomed love for theeSeems it no fairer thing can yet have birthNo room is left for deeper ecstasyWatch well if seeds grow strong to scatter freeGerms for thy future summers on the earthA joy which is but joy soon comes to dearthJulySome flowers are withered and some joys have diedThe garden reeks with an East Indian scentFrom beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spentThe white heat pales the skies from side to sideBut in still lakes and rivers cool contentLike starry blooms on a new firmamentWhite lilies float and regally abideIn vain the cruel skies their hot rays shedThe lily does not feel their brazen glareIn vain the pallid clouds refuse to shareTheir dews the lily feels no thirst no dreadUnharmed she lifts her queenly face and headShe drinks of living waters and keeps fairAugustSilence again The glorious symphonyHath need of pause and interval of peaceSome subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ceaseSave hum of insects aimless industryPathetic summer seeks by blazonryOf color to conceal her swift decreaseWeak subterfuge Each mocking day doth fleeceA blossom and lay bare her povertyPoor middleagèd summer Vain this showWhole fields of goldenrod cannot offsetOne meadow with a single violetAnd well the singing thrush and lily knowSpite of all artifice which her regretCan deck in splendid guise their time to goSeptemberO golden month How high thy gold is heapedThe yellow birchleaves shine like bright coins strungOn wands the chestnuts yellow pennons tongueTo every wind its harvest challenge SteepedIn yellow still lie fields where wheat was reapedAnd yellow still the corn sheaves stacked amongThe yellow gourds which from the earth have wrungHer utmost gold To highest boughs have leapedThe purple grapelast thing to ripen lateBy very reason of its precious costO Heart remember vintages are lostIf grapes do not for freezing nightdews waitThink while thou sunnest thyself in Joys estateMayhap thou canst not ripen without frostOctoberThe month of carnival of all the yearWhen Nature lets the wild earth go its wayAnd spend whole seasons on a single dayThe springtime holds her white and purple dearOctober lavish flaunts them far and nearThe summer charily her reds doth layLike jewels on her costliest arrayOctober scornful burns them on a bierThe winter hoards his pearls of frost in signOf kingdom whiter pearls than winter knewOr Empress wore in Egypts ancient lineOctober feasting neath her dome of blueDrinks at a single draught slow filtered throughSunshiny air as in a tingling wineNovemberThis is the treacherous month when autumn daysWith summers voice come bearing summers giftsBeguiled the pale downtrodden aster liftsHer head and blooms,9
Produced by David Starner Blain Nelson Ted Garvinand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHECAPTIVIAND THEMOSTELLARIAOFPLAUTUSLiterally Translated_with notes_BYHENRY THOMAS RILEY B ADRAMATIS PERSONAEHEGIO an Aetolian father of PhilopolemusPHILOCRATES an Elean captive in AetoliaTYNDARUS his servantARISTOPHONTES an Elean captive in AetoliaPHILOPOLEMUS an Aetolian captive in ElisERGASILUS a ParasiteSTALAGAMUS the servant of HegioA SLAVE of HegioA LAD the same_Scene_A place in AetoliaTHE ACROSTIC ARGUMENT 1Supposed to have been written by Priseian the Grammarian_One_ son of Hegio has been made prisoner _Captus_ inbattle A runaway slave has sold the other _Alium_ when fouryears old The father _Pater_ traffics in Elean captives only_Tantum_ desirous that he may recover his son and _Et_among these he buys his son that was formerly lost He _Is_ hisclothes and his name changed with his master causes that _Ut_ heis lost _to Hegio_ _and_ he himself is punished And_Et_ he brings back the captive and the runaway together throughwhose information _Indicio_ he discovers his otherFootnote 1 In this Acrostic it will be found that the old form ofCapteivei is preserved                            THE PROLOGUEThese two captives _pointing to_ PHILOCRATES _and_ TYNDARUSwhom you see standing here are standing here becausethey are both 1standing _and_ are not sitting That I am saying this truly youare my witnesses The old man who lives here _pointing to_HEGIOs _house_ is Hegiohis father _pointing to_TYNDARUS But under what circumstances he is the slave of his ownfather that I will here explain to you if you give attention This oldman had two sons a slave stole one child when four years old andflying hence be sold him in Elis 2 to the father of this_captive_ _pointing to_ PHILOCRATES Now do you understandthis Very good I faith that man at a distance 3 there_pointing_ says no Come nearer _then_ If there isnt roomfor you to sit down there is for you to walk since youd be compellingan actor to bawl like a beggar 4 Im not going to burst myself foryour sake _so_ dont you be mistaken You who are enabled by yourmeans to pay your taxes 5 listen to the rest 6 I care not to be indebt to another This runaway _slave_ as I said before sold his_young_ master whom when he fled he had carried off to thisones father He after he bought him gave him as his own private slave7 to this son of his because they were of about the same age He isnow the slave at home of his own father nor does his father know itVerily the Gods do treat us men just like footballs 8 You hear themanner _now_ how he lost one _son_ Afterwards the Aetolians9 are waging war with the people of Elis _and_ as happens inwarfare the other son is taken prisoner The physician Menarchus buyshim there in Elis _On this_ this _Hegio_ begins to trafficin Elean captives if _perchance_ he may be able to find one tochange for that captive _son_ of his He knows not that this onewho is in his house is his own _son_ And as he heard yesterdaythat an Elean knight of very high rank and very high family was takenprisoner he has spared no expense to rescue his son 10 In order thathe may more easily bring him back home be buys both of these of theQuaestors 11 out of the spoilNow they between themselves have contrived this plan that by meansof it the servant may send away hence his master home And thereforeamong themselves they change their garments and their names He there_pointing_ is called Philocrates this one _pointing_Tyndarus he this day assumes the character of this one this one ofhim And this one today will cleverly carry out this plot and causehis master to gain his liberty and by the same means he will save hisown brother and without knowing it will cause him to return back afree man to his own country to his father just as often now on manyoccasions a person has done more good unknowingly than knowingly Butunconsciously by their devices they have so planned and devised theirplot and have so contrived it by their design that this one is livingin servitude with his own father _And_ thus now in ignorance heis the slave of his own father What poor creatures are men when Ireflect upon it This plot will be performed by usa play for your_entertainment_ But there is besides a thing which in a fewwords I would wish to inform you of Really it will be worth yourwhile to give your attention to this play Tis not composed in thehackneyed style nor yet like other _plays_ nor are there in itany ribald lines 12 unfit for utterance here is neither the perjuredprocurer nor the artful courtesan nor yet the braggart captain Dontyou be afraid because Ive said that theres war between the Aetoliainsand the Eleans There _pointing_ at a distance beyond thescenes the battles will be fought For this were almost impossible fora Comic establishment13 that we should at a moment attempt to beacting Tragedy If therefore any one is looking for a battle let himcommence the quarrel if he shall find an adversary more powerful Illcause him to be the spectator of a battle that isnt pleasant _tohim_ so that hereafter he shall hate to be a spectator of them allI _now_ retire Fare ye well at home most upright judges and inwarfare most valiant combatantsFootnote 1 _Becausethey are both_Ver 2 This is apparentlyintended as a piece of humour in catching or baulking the audience Hebegins as though he was going to explain why the captives are standingthere and ends his explanation with saying that they are standingbecause they are not sitting A similar truism is uttered by Pamphilain the Stichus l 120Footnote 2 _In Elis_Ver 9 Elis or as it is called byPlautus Alis was a city of Achaia in the northwestern part of thePeloponnesus Near it,14
This eBook was produced by Sergio Cangiano Juliet SutherlandCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamCANADA AND OTHER POEMSBYT F YOUNGPREFACEI introduce the following poetical attempts to the public with greatdiffidence I am not sure but a direct apology would be in better tastebut the strength derived from the purpose I had in view in writing andpublishing them sustains me without saying anything further by way ofexcuse Like Burns I wished to do something for my country and chosethis method of doing itThe literature of this country is in its infancy It must not alwaysremain so or the expectations we have in regard to making it a greatnation will never be fulfilled Literature gives life to a nation orrather it is the reflection of a nations life and thought in a mirrorwhich cheers strengthens and ennobles those who look into it and studywhat is there displayed Literature must grow with our nation and whengrowing it will aid the latters progress in no small degreePedantic critics may find fault with my modest productions and perhapsjustly in regard to grammatical construction and mechanicalarrangement but I shall be satisfied if the public discern a vein oftrue poetry glittering here and there through what I have just writtenThe public are the final judges of compositions of this sort and notthe writer himself or his personal friends It is they therefore whomust decide whether these humble attempts of my prentice hand shall benumbered with writings that  have been forgotten or whether theirauthor shall be encouraged to strike his lyre in a higher key toaccompany his Muse while she tries to sing in a loftier strainIn passing an opinion on my literary venture of course the youthfulstate of our country will be taken into consideration  for it is astate which necessarily tinges all of our productions literary orotherwise with a certain amount of crudity Consequently reasonablemen will not expect that felicity of expression and that ripeness andhappiness of thought which would be expected in the productions of anolder country although they may be aware that true poetry is not theresult of education or even the refinements of a nation long civilizedWith these words by way of introduction and explanation I dedicate thislittle book of mine to the Canadian public hoping that whatever theymay think of me as a poet they will not forget that I am a loyalCanadian zealous in behalf of anything that may tend to refineinstruct and elevate my country and anxious to see her take anhonourable stand among the other nations of the earthTHE AUTHORPORT ALBERT March 1887                                   CONTENTSCanadaYouthful FanciesSunriseChristmasNew Years DayHappinessLoveHateDisplayThoughtPurityIs There Room for the PoetIrelandDavids Lamentation over Saul and JonathanA Virtuous WomanThe Tempest StilledNatures Forces OursManLifeOde to ManThe Reading ManMan and His PleasuresLines in Memory of the Late Archdeacon Elwood AMThomas MooreRobert BurnsByronGoderichKelvinNiagara FallsAutumnA SunsetFarewellBy the LakeThe TeacherGrace DarlingThe IndianLines on the NorthWest RebellionLouis RielYe Patriot Sons of CanadaA Heros DecisionJohn and JaneThe Truant BoyA Swain to his SweetheartThe Fishermans WifeThe Diamond and the PebbleTemptationSlanderWomanSympathyLove and WineHow Natures Beauties Should be ViewedTo a CanaryThe SchoolTaught YouthA DreamA Snow StormTo Nova ScotiaThe Huntsman and His HoundThe Maple TreeThe Pine TreeA Sabbath Morning in the CountryCatching Speckled TroutA Protestant Irishman to his WifeMemories of School DaysVerses Written in Autograph Albums                                   POEMS                                   NEW YEARS DAYHail joyous morn Hail happy dayThat ushers in another yearFraught with what sorrow none can sayNor with what pain to mortals hereAnother year has rolld awayWith all its sorrows joys and fearsBut still the light of hopes glad rayYet beams within our heart and cheersOne year one span of time has passdSo swift to some to others slowBut it has gone and we should castAlong with it remorse and woeOf things weve done or only thoughtTis useless now the bitter tearOf actions unavailing wroughtLet them repose upon their bierWe should indeed een yet atoneFor what our reason says we canBut never let remorses groanDegrade us from our state as manLet us discharge the debts we oweBut still some debts will be unpaidBut we if we forgive alsoShould neer despairing feel afraidThe future is before us stillAnd to that future we should gazeWith hope renewd with firmer willTo tread lifes weary tangld mazeWe neer should let the gloomy pastBow down our heads in dark despairBut we should keep those lessons fastWhich een our follies taught us thereExperience so dearly boughtBy folly or by ignoranceShould in our inmost system wroughtOur daily life improve advanceThen let us press towards the goalThe common goal of all mankindGo on while seasons onward rollNor cast one fainting look behindAnd as we journey through this yearLet us in watchfulness bewareOf all that brings remorseful tearOr future terror and despairLet us with thoughtful vision scanEach step we take each act we doThat we may meet our brother manWith no unrighteous thing to rueA happy happy bright New YearI wish to all the sons of menWith happy hearts and merry cheerTill it has rolld its round again                                   TO A CANARYImprisond songster thou for meHath warbld many a cheerful layThy songs so sweetly glad and freeRevive my heart from day to dayThe frost is keen the wind is coldNo wildbird twitters from the sprayBut still resounding as of oldThy voice thrills forth,3
This etext was produced by Gardner BuchananCHRONICLES OF CANADAEdited by George M Wrong and H H LangtonIn thirtytwo volumesVolume 10THE PASSING OF NEW FRANCEA Chronicle of MontcalmBy WILLIAM WOODTORONTO 1915CHAPTER IMONTCALM IN FRANCE17121756War is the grave of the Montcalms No one can tell howold this famous saying is Perhaps it is as old as Franceherself Certainly there never was a time when the menof the great family of MontcalmGozon were not ready tofight for their king and country and so Montcalm likeWolfe was a soldier bornEven in the Crusades his ancestors were famous all overEurope When the Christians of those brave days weretrying to drive the unbelievers out of Palestine theygladly followed leaders whom they thought saintly andheroic enough to be their champions against the dragonsof sultan satan and hell for people then believed thatdragons fought on the devils side and that only Christianknights like St George fighting on Gods side couldkill them The Christians banded themselves together inmany ways among others in the Order of the Knights ofSt John of Jerusalem taking an oath to be faithful untodeath They chose the best man among them to be theirGrand Master and so it could have been only after muchdevoted service that Deodat de Gozon became Grand Mastermore than five hundred years ago and was granted theright of bearing the conquered Dragon of Rhodes on thefamily coat of arms where it is still to be seen Howoften this glorious badge of victory reminded our ownMontcalm of noble deeds and noble men How often it nervedhim to uphold the family traditionThere are centuries of change between Crusaders andCanadians Yet the Montcalms can bridge them with theirhonour And among all the Montcalms who made their namemean soldiers honour in Eastern or European war nonehave given it so high a place in the worlds history asthe hero whose life and death in Canada made it immortalHe won the supreme glory for his name a glory so brightthat it shone even through the dust of death which shroudedthe France of the Revolution In 1790 when the NationalAssembly was suppressing pensions granted by the Crownit made a special exception in favour of Montcalmschildren As kings marquises heirs and pensions wereamong the things the Revolution hated most it is anotable tribute to our Marquis of Montcalm that therevolutionary parliament should have paid to his heirsthe pension granted by a king Nor has another centuryof change in France blotted out his name and fame TheMontcalm was the French flagship at the naval review heldin honour of the coronation of King Edward VII TheMontcalm took the President of France to greet his allythe Czar of Russia And but for a call of duty elsewhereat the time the Montcalm would have flown the Frenchadmirals flag in 1908 at the celebration of theTercentenary of the founding of Quebec when King GeorgeV led the French and Englishspeaking peoples of theworld in doing honour to the twin renown of Wolfe andMontcalm on the field where they won equal glory thoughunequal fortuneMontcalm was a leapyear baby having been born on February29 1712 in the family castle of Candiac near Nimesa very old city of the south of France a city with manyforts built by the Romans two thousand years ago He cameby almost as much good soldier blood on his mothers sideas on his fathers for she was one of the Castellaneswith numbers of heroic ancestors extending back to theFirst CrusadeThe Montcalms had never been rich They had many heroesbut no millionaires Yet they were well known and wellloved for their kindness to all the people on theirestates and so generous to every one in trouble and soready to spend their money as well as their lives forthe sake of king and country that they never could havemade great fortunes even had their estate been ten timesas large as it was Accordingly while they were famousand honoured all over France they had to be very carefulabout spending money on themselves They alland ourown Montcalm in particularspent much more in servingtheir country than their country ever spent in payingthem to serve itMontcalm was a delicate little boy of six when he firstwent to school He had many schoolboy faults He foundit hard to keep quiet or to pay attention to his teacherhe was backward in French grammar and he wrote a verybad hand Many a letter of complaint was sent to hisfather It seems to me writes the teacher that hishandwriting is getting worse than ever I show him againand again how to hold his pen but he will not do itproperly I think he ought to try to make up for his wantof cleverness by being more docile taking more painsand listening to my advice And then poor old Dumaswould end with an exclamation of despairWhat willbecome of himDumas had another pupil who was much more to his tasteThis was Montcalms younger brother Jean who knew hisletters before he was three read Latin when he was fiveand Greek and Hebrew when he was six Dumas was so proudof this infant prodigy that he took him to Paris andshowed him off to the learned men of the day who weredumbfounded at so much knowledge in so young a boy Allthis however was too much for a youthful brain andpoor Jean died at the age of sevenDumas then turned sadly to the elder boy who was in nodanger of being killed by too much study and soon renewedhis complaints At last Montcalm now sixteen and alreadyan officer could bear it no longer and wrote to hisfather telling him that in spite of his supposed stupidityhe had serious aims I want to be first a man ofhonour brave and a good Christian Secondly I want toread moderately to know as much Greek and Latin as othermen also arithmetic history geography literatureand some art and science Thirdly I want to be obedientto you and my dear mother and listen to Mr Dumassadvice Lastly I want to manage a horse and handle asword as well as ever I can,1
Transcribed from the 1913 Hodder and Stoughton edition by DavidPrice email ccx074coventryacukCATHERINE FURZECHAPTER IIt was a bright hot August Saturday in the market town ofEastthorpe in the eastern Midlands in the year 1840  Eastthorpelay about five miles on the western side of the Fens in a verylevel country on the banks of a river broad and deep but with onlyjust sufficient fall to enable its longlingering waters to reachthe sea  It was an ancient market town with a sixarched stonebridge and with a High Street from which three or four smaller andnarrower streets connected by courts and alleys diverged at rightangles  In the middle of the town was the church an immensebuilding big enough to hold half Eastthorpe and celebrated for itsbeautiful spire and its peal of eight bells  Round the church laythe churchyard fringed with huge elms and in the Abbey Close asit was called which was the outer girdle of the churchyard on threesides the fourth side of the square being the High Street therelived in 1840 the principal doctor the lawyer the parson and twoaged gentlewomen with some property who were daughters of one ofthe former partners in the bank had been born in Eastthorpe andhad scarcely ever quitted it  Here also were a young ladiesseminary and an ancient grammar school for the education of fortyboys sons of freemen of the town  The houses in the Close were notof the same class as the rest they were mostly old red brick withwhite sashes and they all had gardens long narrow and shadywhich on the south side of the Close ran down to the river  Oneof these houses was even older blacktimbered gabled plasteredthe sole remains saving the church of Eastthorpe as it was in thereign of Henry the EighthJust beyond the church going from the bridge the High Street wasso wide that the houses on either side were separated by a space ofover two hundred feet  This elongated space was the marketplaceIn the centre was the Moot Hall a quaint little building supportedon oak pillars and in the shelter underneath the farmers assembledon market day  All round the Moot Hall and extending far up anddown the street were cattlepens and sheeppens which were neverremoved  Most of the shops were still bowwindowed with smallpanes of glass but the first innovation indicative of the new eraat hand had just been made  The druggist as a man of science andadvanced ideas had replaced his bowwindow with plateglass hadput a cornice over it had stuccoed his bricks and had erected akind of balustrade of stucco so as to hide as much as possible theattic windows which looked over meekly protesting  Nearlyopposite the Moot Hall was the Bell Inn the principal inn in thetown  There were other inns respectable enough such as the Bulla little higher up patronised by the smaller commercial travellersand farmers but the entrance passage to the Bull had sand on thefloor and carriers made it a house of call  To the Bell the twocoaches came which went through Eastthorpe and there they changedhorses  Both the Bull and the Bell had market dinners but at theBell the charge was threeandsixpence sherry was often drunk andthere the steward to the Honourable Mr Eaton the principallandowner always met the tenants  The Bell was Tory and the Bullwas Whig but no stranger of respectability Whig or Tory visitingEastthorpe could possibly hesitate about going to the Bell with itslarge gilded device projecting over the pathway with its broadarchway at the side always freshly gravelled and its handsomebalcony on the first floor from which the Tory county candidatesduring election times addressed the free and independent electorsand cattleEastthorpe was a malting town and down by the water were two orthree large malthouses  The view from the bridge was notparticularly picturesque but it was pleasant especially in summerwhen the wind was southwest  The malthouses and their cowls thewharves and the gaily painted sailing barges alongside the fringeof slanting willows turning the silvergray sides of their foliagetowards the breeze the island in the middle of the river withbigger willows the large expanse of sky the soft clouds distinctin form almost to the far distant horizon and looking eastwardsthe illimitable distance towards the fens and the seaall this madeup a landscape more suitable perhaps to some persons than rock orwaterfall although no picture had ever been painted of it andnobody had ever come to see itSuch was Eastthorpe  For hundreds of years had the shadow of StMarys swept slowly over the roofs underneath it and of all thoseyears scarcely a line of its history survived save what waswritten in the churchyard or in the church registers  The town hadstood for the Parliament in the days of the Civil War and there hadbeen a skirmish in the place but who fought in it who were killedin it and what the result was nobody knew  Half a dozen oldskulls of much earlier date and of great size were once found in agravel pit two miles away and were the subject of much talk sometaking them for Romans some for Britons some for Saxons and somefor Danes  As it was impossible to be sure if they were Christianthey could not be put in consecrated ground they were thereforeincluded in an auction of dead and live stock and were bought bythe doctor  Surnames survived in Eastthorpe with singularpertinacity for it was remote from the world but what was therelationship between the scores of Thaxtons for example whosedeaths were inscribed on the tombstones some of them all awry andweatherworn and the Thaxtons of 1840 no living Thaxton couldtell every spiritual trace of them having disappeared more utterlythan their bones  Their bones indeed did not disappear and werea source of much trouble to the sexton for in digging a new gravethey came up to the surface in quantities and had to be shovelledin and covered up again so that the,13
Transcribed from the 1905 edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukCHANTRY HOUSECHAPTER IA NURSERY PROSEAnd if it be the heart of man   Which our existence measuresFar longer is our childhoods span   Than that of manly pleasuresFor long each month and year is then   Their thoughts and days extendingBut months and years pass swift with men   To times last goal descendingISAAC WILLIAMSThe united force of the younger generation has been brought upon meto record with the aid of diaries and letters the circumstancesconnected with Chantry House and my two dear elder brothers  Oncethis could not have been done without more pain than I could brookbut the lapse of time heals wounds brings compensations and whenthe heart has ceased from aching and yearning makes the memory ofwhat once filled it a treasure to be brought forward with joy andthankfulness  Nor would it be well that some of those mentioned inthe coming narrative should be wholly forgotten and their placeknow them no moreTo explain all I must go back to a time long before the morningwhen my father astonished us all by exclaiming Poor old JamesWinslow  So Chantry House is came to us after all  Previous tothat event I do not think we were aware of the existence of thatplace far less of its being a possible inheritance for my parentswould never have permitted themselves or their family to beunsettled by the notion of doubtful contingenciesMy father John Edward Winslow was a barrister and held anappointment in the Admiralty Office which employed him for manyhours of the day at Somerset House  My mother whose maiden namewas Mary Griffith belonged to a naval family  Her father had beenlost in a West Indian hurricane at sea and her uncle Admiral SirJohn Griffith was the hero of the family having been at Trafalgarand distinguished himself in cutting out expeditions  My eldestbrother bore his name  The second was named after the Duke ofClarence with whom my mother had once danced at a ball on boardship at Portsmouth and who had been rather fond of my uncleIndeed I believe my fathers appointment had been obtained throughhis interest just about the time of Clarences birthWe three boys had come so fast upon each others heels in theNovembers of 1809 10 and 11 that any two of us used to look liketwins  There is still extant a feeble watercoloured drawing of thetrio in nankeen frocks and long white trowsers with bare necksand arms the latter twined together and with the free handsGriffith holding a bat Clarence a trap and I a ball  I rememberthe emulation we felt at Griffiths privilege of eldest in holdingthe batThe sitting for that picture is the only thing I clearly rememberduring those earlier days  I have no recollection of the disasterwhich at four years old altered my life  The catastrophe asothers have described it was that we three boys were riding cockhorse on the balusters of the second floor of our house in MontaguPlace Russell Square when we indulged in a general melee whichresulted in all tumbling over into the vestibule below  The othersto whom I served as cushion were not damaged beyond the power ofyelling and were quite restored in halfanhour but I wasundermost and the consequence has been a curved spine dwarfedstature an elevated shoulder and a shortened nearly useless legWhat I do remember is my mother reading to me Miss EdgeworthsFrank and the little do Trusty as I lay in my crib in her bedroomI made one of my nieces hunt up the book for me the other day andthe story brought back at once the little crib or the watered bluemoreen canopy of the big fourposter to which I was sometimes liftedfor a change even the scrawly pattern of the paper which my wearyeyes made into purple elves perpetually pursuing crimson ones theforemost of whom always turned upside down and the knobs in theMarseilles counterpane with which my fingers used to toy  I haveheard my mother tell that whenever I was most languid and sufferingI used to whine out O do read Frank and the little dog Trustyand never permitted a single word to be varied in the curiouschildish love of reiteration with its soothing powerI am afraid that any true picture of our parents especially of mymother will not do them justice in the eyes of the young people ofthe present day who are accustomed to a far more indulgentgovernment and yet seem to me to know little of the loyalveneration and submission with which we have through life regardedour father and mother  It would have been reckoned disrespectful toaddress them by these names they were through life to us inprivate papa and mamma and we never presumed to take a libertywith them  I doubt whether the petting patronising equality ofterms on which children now live with their parents be equallywholesome  There was then however strong love and selfsacrificing devotion but not manifested in softness or cultivationof sympathy  Nothing was more dreaded than spoiling which wasviewed as idle and unjustifiable selfgratification at the expenseof the objects thereof  There were an unlucky little pair inRussell Square who were said to be spoilt children and who usedto be mentioned in our nursery with bated breath as a kind ofmonsters or criminals  I believe our mother laboured under aperpetual fear of spoiling Griff as the eldest Clarence as thebeauty me as the invalid Emily two years younger as the onlygirl and Martyn as the afterthought six years below our sisterShe was always performing little acts of conscientiousness littleas we guessed itThus though her unremitting care saved my life and was such thatshe finally brought on herself a severe and dangerous illness shekept me in order all the time never wailed over me nor weaklypitied me never permitted resistance to medicine nor rebellionagainst treatment enforced little courtesies insisted on everyrequired exertion and hardly ever relaxed the rule of,13
Originally scanned at sacredtextscom by John B HareThis eBook was produced at BharatLiterature by Chetan JainCHAITANYA AND THE VAISHNAVA POETS OF BENGALTHEINDIAN ANTIQUARYA JOURNAL OF ORIENTAL RESEARCHINARCHÃOLOGY HISTORY LITERATURE LANGUAGES PHILOSOPHY RELIGIONFOLKLORE c c cEDITED BYJAS BURGESS MRAS FRGSVOL II1873Bombay Education Societys PressScanned and edited by Christopher M Weimer May 2002CHAITANYA AND THE VAISHNAVA POETS OF BENGALSTUDIES IN BENGALI POETRY OF THE FIFTEENTH AND SIXTEENTH CENTURIESBY JOHN BEAMES JCS MRAS cTHE PADKALPATARU or wishgranting tree of song may be considered asthe scriptures of the Vaishnava sect in Bengal  In form it is acollection of songs written by various poets in various ages soarranged as to exhibit a complete series of poems on the topics andtenets which constitute the religious views of the sect  The book hasbeen put together in recent times and takes the reader through thepreliminary consecration invocations and introductory ceremonies therise and progress of the mutual love of RÃdhà and Krishna and windsup with the usual closing and valedictory hymnsBefore beginning an analysis of this collection so remarkable from manypoints of view it will probably be of some assistance even to thosewho have studied the history of Vaishnavism if I state briefly theleading points in the life of Chaitanya and the principal features ofthe religion which he developed rather than actually foundedBisambhar Vishvambhara MiÅr was the youngest son of JagannÃth MiÅr aBrahman native of the district of Sylhet in Eastern Bengal who hademigrated before the birth of his son to Nadiya NabadwÃpa thecapital of Bengal  Footnote The facts which here follow are takenfrom the ChaitanyacharitÃmrita a metrical life of Chaitanya thegreater part of which was probably written by a contemporary of theteacher himself  The style has unfortunately been much modernized buteven so the book is one of the oldest extant works in Bengali  Myesteemed friend Babu Jagadishnath Ray has kindly gone through the booka task for which I had not leisure and marked some of the salientpoints for me  His mother was Sachi Debi daughter of NilÃmbarChakravarti  She bore to JagannÃth eight daughters who all died youngher firstborn child however was a son named Biswarúp who afterwardsunder the name of NityÃnand became the chief disciple of his morefamous brother  Bisambhar was born at Nadiya in the evening of the_Purnima_ or day of the full moon of PhÃlgun 1407 SakÃbdacorresponding to the latter part of February or beginning of March AD1486  It is noted that there was an eclipse of the moon on that dayBy the aid of these indications those who care to do so can find outthe exact day  Footnote There was an eclipse of the moon beforemidnight Feb 18 OS 1486  The passages in the original are  Årà Krishna the Visible became incarnate in Nabadwip  For fortyeight years visibly he sported  The exact date of his birth is Åaka 1407  In 1455 he returned to heavenAnd again  On the full moon of PhÃlgun at even was the lords birth  At that time by divine provision there was an eclipse of the moon    _Ch_ I xiii 38In accordance with the usual Bengali superstition that if a mans realname be known he may be bewitched or subject to the influence of theevil eye the real name given at birth is not made known at the timebut another name is given by which the individual is usually calledNo one but the father and mother and priest know the real nameBisambhars usual name in childhood was NimÃi and by this he wasgenerally known to his neighboursIn person if the description of him in the ChaitanyacharitÃmrita BkI iii is to be considered as historical he was handsome tall sixfeet with long arms in colour a light brown with expressive eyes asonorous voice and very sweet and winning manners  He is frequentlycalled Gaurang or Gaurchandra _ie_ the pale or the palemoon in contrast to the Krishna of the Bhagvat who is represented asvery blackThe name Chaitanya literally means soul intellect but in thespecial and technical sense in which the teacher himself adopted it itappears to mean perceptible or appreciable by the senses  He took thename Årà Krishna Chaitanya to intimate that he was himself anincarnation of the god in other words Krishna made visible to thesenses of mankindThe CharitÃmrita being composed by one of his disciples is writtenthroughout on this supposition  Chaitanya is always spoken of as anincarnation of Krishna and his brother NityÃnand as a reappearanceof BalarÃm  In order to keep up the resemblance to Krishna theCharitÃmrita treats us to a long series of stories about Chaitanyaschildish sports among the young Hindu women of the village  They arenot worth relating and are probably purely fictitious the Bengalis oftoday must be very different from what their ancestors were if suchpranks as are related in the CharitÃmrita were quietly permitted to goon  Chaitanya however seems to have been eccentric even as a youthwonderful stories are told of his powers of intellect and memory howfor instance he defeated in argument the most learned Pandits  Agreat deal is said about his hallucinations and trances throughout hislife and we may perhaps conclude that he was more or less insane atall times or rather he was one of those strange enthusiasts who wieldsuch deep and irresistible influence over the masses by virtue of thatvery condition of mind which borders on madnessWhen he was about eighteen his father died and he soon afterwardsmarried Lachhmi Debi daughter of Balabhadra AchÃrjya and entered onthe career of a _grihastha_ or householder taking in pupils whomhe instructed in ordinary secular learning  He does not appearhowever to have kept to this quiet life for long he went off on awandering tour all over Eastern Bengal begging and singing and issaid to have collected a great deal of money and made a considerablename for himself  On his return he found his first wife had died inhis absence and he married again one Bishnupriyà concerning whomnothing,3
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Robert Prince and PG Distributed ProofreadersThe Comrade in White_BY THE REV_W H LEATHEM M AINTRODUCTION BY HUGH BLACK  I shall not fear the battle  If Thou art by my side1916INTRODUCTIONThe Great War has put a strain on the resources of human nature aswell as on material resources Men who have come through the hell ofthe trenches have discovered some of the secrets of life and deathMany of them have known a reinforcement of spiritual power It isquite natural that this fact should often be described in emotionalform as direct interposition of angels and other supernaturalagencies Among these the most beautiful and tender stories arethose of The Comrade in White In essence they are all testimonyto the perennial fount of strength and comfort of religionthehuman need which in all generations has looked up and found God apresent help in times of troubleThe origin of the many stories brought back to England from thebattle fronts by her soldiers is that to the average Briton this areligious crusade and men have gone with an exaltation of soulwilling to make the ultimate sacrifice willing to die that theworld might live Men and women are face to face with eternalrealities and are driven by the needs of their hearts to theeternal refuge Unless we see this we miss the most potent fact inthe whole situationThe tender stories in this little volume are a reflex of the greatreligious stirring of the nation They describe in a gracious andpathetic way the various abysmal needs of this tragic time and theyindicate how many human souls are finding comfort and healing andstrength They are finding peace as of old through the assurancethat earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot healHUGH BLACKNEW YORKTHE WHITE COMRADEI  When soldiers of the Cross waged Holy War  With courage high and hearts that did not quail  Before the foe in olden times they saw  The blessed vision of the Holy Grail  Tho Christ was gone His pledge was with them yet  For borne on wings of angels from the skies  They saw the chalice that once held the wine  As emblem of the Saviours sacrifice  For men and knew that still the Master met  With His own friends in fellowship divineII  Christ has His soldiers now  Though years have rolled  Away the warriors of the Cross are strong  To fight His battles as the saints of old  Against oppression tyranny and wrong  And still amid the conflict they can trace  The Saviours influence Not the Holy Grail  Which once as His remembrance was adored  But Christ Himself is with them For a veil  Is lifted from their eyes and face to face  They meet the presence of the risen LordIII  O blessed vision After all the years  Thourt with us yet Today as heretofore  Men see Thee still and they cast off their fears  And take fresh courage to press on once more  The soldiers bearing from the desperate fight  A wounded brother see Thee in the way  And know Thee for the Saviour Healer Friend  For once again Thy loved ones hear Thee say  O Christ White Comrade in their stand for right  Lo I am with you alway to the end_Fidei Defensor_CONTENTSI        IN THE TRENCHESII       THE MESSENGERIII      MAIMED OR PERFECTEDIV       THE PRAYER CIRCLE_I__IN THE TRENCHES_  And immediately He talked with them and  saith unto them Be of good cheer it is I be  not afraid  THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO MAKK chap vi 50  And His raiment was white as snow  THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO MATTHEW chap xvii 2The Battle of Mons which saved the British Army from annihilationwas for the most of those who fought with the angels a sepulchreThey saved the British Army but they saved it at fearful cost Nogreat host withdrew from that field of destruction the great hoststrewed the ground with their bodies Only a remnant of those whostood in the actual furnace of Mons escaped with their lives  Letthose who mourn take encouragement from these stories of visions onthe battlefield quietly and with a childs confidence cultivatewithin themselves a waiting receptive and desiring spirit Let themempty themselves of prejudice and self Let them detachthemselves more and more from the obsessions of worldly lifeSerenity is the path by which the thoughts of God travel to us andFaith is the invitation which brings them to the table of our soulsON THE SIDE OF THE ANGELSIIN THE TRENCHESStrange tales reached us in the trenches Rumours raced up and downthat threehundredmile line from Switzerland to the sea We knewneither the source of them nor the truth of them They came quicklyand they went quickly Yet somehow I remember the very hour whenGeorge Casey turned to me with a queer look in his blue eyes andasked if I had seen the Friend of the WoundedAnd then he told me all he knew After many a hot engagement a manin white had been seen bending over the wounded Snipers sniped athim Shells fell all around Nothing had power to touch him He waseither heroic beyond all heroes or he was something greater stillThis mysterious one whom the French called _The Comrade in White_seemed to be everywhere at once At Nancy in the Argonne atSoissons and Ypres everywhere men were talking of him with hushedvoicesBut some laughed and said the trenches were telling on mens nervesI who was often reckless enough in my talk exclaimed that for meseeing was believing and that I didnt expect any help but anenemys knife if I was found lying out there woundedIt was the next day that things got lively on this bit of the frontOur big guns roared from,21
This etext was produced by Gardner Buchanan with help fromCharles Franks and Distributed ProofersThe Canadian Brothers or The Prophecy FulfilledA tale of the late American warBy Major RichardsonKnight of the military order of Saint Ferdinandauthor of Ecarte Wacousta c cIn Two VolumesVOLUME IINSCRIPTIONTo His Excellency Major General Sir John Harvey KCBKCH Lieutenant Governor of New Brunswick who bore aconspicuous part in the war of 1812 and who contributedso essentially to the success of the British arms duringthe campaigns of 1813 and 1814 and particularly at StoneyCreek in Upper Canada on the night of the 5th June 1813when entrusted with the execution of his own daringplan he at the head of sever hundred and twenty men ofthe 8th and 49th Regiments The former the AuthorsCorps surprised and completely routed at the point ofthe bayonet a division of the American army undergenerals Winder and Chandler three thousand five hundredstrong capturing their leaders with many other inferiorprisoners and several pieces of cannon the Canadianedition of this historical talk is inscribed withsentiments of high public and personal esteem by hisfaithful and obedient servantThe AuthorPREFACEWindsor Castle October 29 1832DEAR SIRI have received your letter of the 27th instantand beg to reply that there cannot be the least objectionto your sending a copy of your work with the autographaddition and that if you will send it to me I willpresent it to His MajestyI do not presume you wish to apply for permission todedicate the work to His Majesty which is not usuallygiven for work of fictionI remain Dear Sir your faithful ServantSigned H TAYLORLieut RICHARDSON c c cH P 92nd RegtBRIGHTON December 18 1832DEAR SirI beg to acknowledge the receipt of your letterof the 14th instant and of the copy of your workWACOUSTA for the King which I have had the honor ofpresenting to His Majesty who received it very graciouslyI remain Dear Sir your faithful ServantSigned H TAYLORLieut RICHARDSON c c cH P 92nd RegtWINDSOR CASTLE August 7 1833DEAR SIRI have to acknowledge your letter of the 1stinstant together with its enclosure and beg to expressthe deep gratification I have felt in the perusal of thatchapter of your new work which treats of the policy ofemploying the Indians in any future war we may have withthe United States Should you be desirous of dedicatingit to His Majesty I can foresee no difficultyPermit me to avail myself of this opportunity of assuringyou of the deep interest with which your WACOUSTA hasbeen read by the whole CourtI remain Dear Sir your faithful ServantSigned H TAYLORLieut RICHARDSON c c cH P 92nd RegtWINDSOR CASTLE August 12 1833DEAR SIRI beg to acknowledge the receipt of your letterof the 9th and to acquaint you that His Majesty acquiescesin your wish to be permitted to dedicate your new workto himI remain Dear Sir your faithful ServantSigned H TAYLORLieut RICHARDSON c c cH P 92nd RegtBy the above letters two material points are establishedThe first is that although works of fiction are notusually dedicated to the Sovereign an exception was madein favour of the following tale which is now for thefirst time submitted to the public and which from itshistorical character was deemed of sufficient importancenot to be confounded with mere works of fiction Theexception was grounded on a chapter of the book whichthe seeker after incident alone will dismiss hastilybut over which the more serious reader may be induced topauseThe second and not least important point disposed ofis one which the manner in which the principal Americancharacters have been disposed of renders in some degreeimperativeThe Author has no hesitation in stating that had it notbeen for the very strong interest taken in their appearanceby a portion of the American public in the first instancethese volumes never would have been submitted to thepress of this country Hence to a corresponding feelingmight under other circumstances have been ascribed thefavorable light under which the American character hasbeen portrayed From the dates of the above letters fromthe principal AiddeCamp and Private Secretary to Hislate Majesty it will however be seen that the workwas written in England and therefore before there couldhave existed the slightest inducement to any unduepartialityThat this is the case the Author has reason to rejoicesince in eschewing the ungenerous desire of most Englishwriters on America to convey a debasing impression ofher people and seeking on the contrary to do justiceto their character as far as the limited field affordedby a work preeminently of fiction will admit nointerested motive can be ascribed to him Should thesepages prove a means of dissipating the slightest portionof that irritation which hasand naturallybeenengendered in every American heart by the perverted andprejudiced statements of disappointed tourists whoseacerbity of stricture not even a recollection of muchhospitality could repress and of renewing that healthytone of feeling which it has been endeavoured to showhad existed during the earlier years of the presentcentury the Author will indeed feel that he has notwritten in vainOne observation in regard to the tale itself There isa necessary anachronism in the book of too palpable anature not to be detected at a glance by the reader Itwill however be perceived that such anachronism doesnot in any way interfere with historical fact while ithas at the same time facilitated the introduction ofevents which were necessary to the action of the storyand which have been brought on the scene before thatwhich constitutes the anachronism as indispensableprecursors to it We will not here mar the readersinterest in the story by anticipating but allow him todiscover and judge of the propriety of the transpositionhimselfTecumseh moreover is introduced somewhat earlier thanthe strict record of facts will justify but as hispresence does not interfere with the general accuracy ofthe detail we trust the matter of fact reader whocannot at least be both to make early acquaintance withthis interesting Chieftain will not refuse us the exerciseof our privilege as a novelist in disposing of charactersin the manner most pleasing to the eyeWe cannot conclude without apology for the imperfectScotch which we have to use a homely phrase put intothe mouth of one,27
Produced by Distributed ProofreadersREPORT ON THE CONDITION OF THE SOUTHCarl SchurzFirst published 186539TH CONGRESS    SENATE    Ex Doc1st Session                 No 2MESSAGE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATESCOMMUNICATING_In compliance with a resolution of the Senate of the 12th instantinformation in relation to the States of the Union lately in rebellionaccompanied by a report of Carl Schurz on the States of South CarolinaGeorgia Alabama Mississippi and Louisiana also a report of LieutenantGeneral Grant on the same subject_DECEMBER 19 1865Read and ordered to be printed with the reports ofCarl Schurz and Lieutenant General Grant_To the Senate of the United States_In reply to the resolution adopted by the Senate on the 12th instant Ihave the honor to state that the rebellion waged by a portion of thepeople against the properly constituted authorities of the governmentof the United States has been suppressed that the United States arein possession of every State in which the insurrection existed andthat as far as could be done the courts of the United States havebeen restored post offices reestablished and steps taken to putinto effective operation the revenue laws of the countryAs the result of the measures instituted by the Executive with theview of inducing a resumption of the functions of the Statescomprehended in the inquiry of the Senate the people in NorthCarolina South Carolina Georgia Alabama Mississippi LouisianaArkansas and Tennessee have reorganized their respective Stategovernments and are yielding obedience to the laws and government ofthe United States with more willingness and greater promptitude thanunder the circumstances could reasonably have been anticipated Theproposed amendment to the Constitution providing for the abolition ofslavery forever within the limits of the country has been ratified byeach one of those States with the exception of Mississippi from whichno official information has yet been received and in nearly all ofthem measures have been adopted or are now pending to confer uponfreedmen rights and privileges which are essential to their comfortprotection and security In Florida and Texas the people are makingcommendable progress in restoring their State governments and no doubtis entertained that they will at an early period be in a condition toresume all of their practical relations with the federal governmentIn that portion of the Union lately in rebellion the aspect of affairsis more promising than in view of all the circumstances could well havebeen expected The people throughout the entire south evince a laudabledesire to renew their allegiance to the government and to repair thedevastations of war by a prompt and cheerful return to peaceful pursuitsAn abiding faith is entertained that their actions will conform to theirprofessions and that in acknowledging the supremacy of the Constitutionand the laws of the United States their loyalty will be unreservedlygiven to the government whose leniency they cannot fail to appreciateand whose fostering care will soon restore them to a condition ofprosperity It is true that in some of the States the demoralizingeffects of war are to be seen in occasional disorders but these are localin character not frequent in occurrence and are rapidly disappearing asthe authority of civil law is extended and sustained Perplexing questionswere naturally to be expected from the great and sudden change in therelations between the two races but systems are gradually developingthemselves under which the freedman will receive the protection to whichhe is justly entitled and by means of his labor make himself a usefuland independent member of the community in which he has his home From allthe information in my possession and from that which I have recentlyderived from the most reliable authority I am induced to cherish thebelief that sectional animosity is surely and rapidly merging itselfinto a spirit of nationality and that representation connected witha properly adjusted system of taxation will result in a harmoniousrestoration of the relations of the States to the national UnionThe report of Carl Schurz is herewith transmitted as requested by theSenate No reports from the honorable John Covode have been received bythe President The attention of the Senate is invited to the accompanyingreport of Lieutenant General Grant who recently made a tour of inspectionthrough several of the States whose inhabitants participated in therebellionANDREW JOHNSONWashington DC _December_ 18 1865REPORT OF CARL SCHURZ ON THE STATES OF SOUTH CAROLINA GEORGIA ALABAMAMISSISSIPPI AND LOUISIANASir When you did me the honor of selecting me for a mission to the Stateslately in rebellion for the purpose of inquiring into the existingcondition of things of laying before you whatever information ofimportance I might gather and of suggesting to you such measures as myobservations would lead me to believe advisable I accepted the trust witha profound sense of the responsibility connected with the performance ofthe task The views I entertained at the time I had communicated to youin frequent letters and conversations I would not have accepted themission had I not felt that whatever preconceived opinions I might carrywith me to the south I should be ready to abandon or modify as myperception of facts and circumstances might command their abandonment ormodification You informed me that your policy of reconstruction wasmerely experimental and that you would change it if the experiment didnot lead to satisfactory results To aid you in forming your conclusionsupon this point I understood to be the object of my mission and thisunderstanding was in perfect accordance with the written instructions Ireceived through the Secretary of WarThese instructions confined my mission to the States of South CarolinaGeorgia Alabama Mississippi and the department of the Gulf I informedyou before leaving the north that I could not well devote more thanthree months to the duties imposed upon me and that space of time provedsufficient for me to visit all the States above enumerated except TexasI landed at Hilton Head South Carolina on July 15 visited BeaufortCharleston Orangeburg and Columbia returned to Charleston and HiltonHead thence I went to Savannah traversed the State of Georgia visitingAugusta Atlanta Macon Milledgeville and Columbus went throughAlabama by way of Opelika Montgomery Selma and,4
Produced by Beth L Constantine Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsCANADIAN WILD FLOWERSSELECTIONS FROM THE WRITINGS OFMISS HELEN M JOHNSONOF MAGOG PQ CANADAWITH A SKETCH OF HER LIFEBY REV J M ORROCK  Good thoughts spring from the human mind    Like flowers out the ground  Attractive fragrant beautiful    To make our joys aboundPREFACEAn observance of the hand of God in his providences as well as of hisSpirit in the written Word and in the human heart has led to thepublication of this book Though more than twenty years hare passedsince Miss JOHNSON died her name is like an ointment poured forthMany who never knew her personally seem to know her well from herpoetic writings for as fragrance to the sense of smell music to theear or beauty to the eye so is poetry to the sensibilities of theheartit ministers to a want of our intellectual nature this is thesecret of its power and the pledge of its perpetuity A 16mo volumeof her Poems was published in Boston in 1855 but has long been outof print In 1864 the Rev E H Dewart published in Montreal a workentitled Selections from Canadian Poets in which ten of her poemswere inserted and a very appreciative notice of her given She alsowrote for several papers so that in various ways her thoughts havebeen widely disseminated A desire has often been expressed to havethem collected into one volume but to have all thus republished wouldnot be best I have therefore attempted only what the title indicatesto make _selections from her writings_ and conclude to send themforth under a name which she herself chose at a time when she hadthoughts of getting out a book Let critics remember that they claimto be only _Canadian wild flowers_ yet we feel sure that someof them for beauty of form and fragrance of truth will notunfavorably compare with some of the cultivated productions of ourclassic poets Miss JOHNSON was better known by her poetry than by herprose writings yet in the latter are found so many grand thoughtsthat I have copied from them freely The biographical sketch it ishoped will add interest to the book especially as so many of herdiary notes have been interwoven Some of her pieces are here printedfor the first time The prize poem on The Surrender of Quebec isgiven in full In the Preface to her Poems she said I have beencheered and encouraged by the thought that perhaps through myinstrumentality the heart of some humble believer might be comfortedand some wretched wanderer weary of the vanities of earth bedirected to the only source of life and happiness Should such be thecase the brightest hopes of the authoress will be fulfilled and sheherself be amply compensated for her care and labor With a sinceredesire to aid in the direction thus indicated this little work is nowsent forthJMOBrookline Mass June 22 1884CONTENTSLIFESKETCHBirthplaceThe Forest a poemConviction of sinBaptism andResolutionsExperienceDiary notes in verseSufferingsLast poemThe One Name and The Adieu poetryDeathRURAL SCENESThe Walk in JuneAn Evening MeditationNatures ResurrectionThe Birds NestGather VioletsTo a DandelionTo a RobinGod is ThereThe Canadian FarmerThe ReturnThe Old SugarCampTo a RabbitThe Old ManThe Fading and the Unfading proseOn Receipt of some Wild FlowersThe Sick Girls DreamThe Last SongAn Evening SceneAutumn Teachings proseThe WatcherPATRIOTIC POEMSThe Surrender of QuebecSong of the English Peasant GirlA Nations DesireCanadas WelcomeOur Native LandThe AppealI Love the Land where I was BornThe World to ComeTEMPERANCEA Welcome to a Temperance PicnicA LifeSceneThe LetterThe PledgeSIGHS ON MORTALITYWhat is Your LifeLifeThe Silent ArmyThe Dying WarriorOn Seeing a Skull proseThoughts on DeathThe BattleFieldDead and ForgotDear EmilyOn the Death of a Friend proseThe Heavenly HelperThe PromiseThe Dead Christ proseThe ComplaintThe Mixed Cup proseI Shall DepartTime FliesA Voice from the Sick Room proseSONGS OF HOPEHe Giveth Songs in the NightThe Last Good NightRetrospective and Prospective proseHopeEarth Not the Christians HomeWe Sorrow Not as Others Without Hope proseThe Messenger BirdOur Ship is Homeward BoundMidnightEaster Sunday proseThe Risen Redeemer proseDost Thou Remember MeTis IBe Not AfraidThe Only Perfect One proseThe Dying ChristianThe RequestComplete in Him proseTrust in GodA Paradox proseThou Shall Know HereafterThine Eyes Shall See the King in His Beauty proseAll Is WellWe Shall MeetWhat the Daughter of the Cloud Said proseThis is not HomeThe Souls Consolation proseWe See through a Glass DarklyWords of Cheer for Fainting Christians proseMISCELLANYThe Dying YearIncomprehensibility of GodThe Star of BethlehemGod Made Me PoorThe Stranger GuestA Long Delightful Walk proseThe Servant is Not Above his MasterElijahThe Sacred PageBehold how He Loved UsLove Your EnemiesThe OrphanSententious Paragraphs proseYe Did It Not to MeHear and Help MeFarewellNo MotherTo a Mother on the Death of her ChildIn Goodness is True GreatnessSimiles proseThe Crucified of GalileeThe AscensionThe Hebrews LamentWhen Shall I Receive my Diploma proseAlone with JesusThe Lost BabeThe Day of WrathThe Believers Safety proseLIFE SKETCHThe hill country of Judea which furnished a home for the virginmother of our Lord is not the only rural region from whence have comewomen endowed with intelligence and integrity philanthropy andreligion who by pen and tongue have brightened and blest the heartsand homes of thousands Nurtured amidst the wilds of nature insteadof the bustle and bewildering attractions of city life they havegrown strong to do battle for the right and to bear testimony to thetruth as it is in Jesus Of this class is the one whose life andlabors we are now to considerMemphremagog is an enchanting lake twothirds of which lie in theEastern Townships of Canada in the Province of Quebec and the upperthird in Vermont Its extreme length from north to south is aboutthirty miles its breadth varying from one to three miles It issemicircular in form and bestudded with islands while on its westernshore rise mountains of no ordinary attractions among them OwlsHead which towers about 2500 feet above the surface of the lakeaffording from its summit a panoramic view of surpassing lovelinessIt was at The Outlet of this lake there was born Oct 27,9
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Produced by Avinash Kothare Tom Allen Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE CURLYTOPS ATUNCLE FRANKS RANCHOR_Little Folks on Ponyback_BYHOWARD R GARISCONTENTSCHAPTERI     TROUBLES TUMBLEII    NICKNACK AND TROUBLEIII   OFF FOR THE WESTIV    THE COLLISIONV     AT RING ROSY RANCHVI    COWBOY FUNVII   BAD NEWSVIII  A QUEER NOISEIX    THE SICK PONYX     A SURPRISED DOCTORXI    TROUBLE MAKES A LASSOXII   THE BUCKING BRONCOXIII  MISSING CATTLEXIV   LOOKING FOR INDIANSXV    TROUBLE HELPSXVI   ON THE TRAILXVII  THE CURLYTOPS ALONEXVIII LOSTXIX   THE HIDDEN VALLEYXX    BACK TO RING ROSYTHE CURLYTOPSAT UNCLE FRANKS RANCHCHAPTER ITROUBLES TUMBLESay Jan this isnt any funWhat do you want to play then TedJanet Martin looked at her brother who was dressed in one of hisfathers coats and hats while across his nose was a pair ofspectacles much too large for him Janet wearing one of her mothersskirts was sitting in a chair holding a dollWell Im tired of playing doctor Jan and giving your makebelievesick doll bread pills I want to do something else and Teddybegan taking off the coat which was so long for him that itdragged on the groundOh I know what we can do thatll be lots of fun cried Janetgetting up from the chair so quickly that she forgot about her dollwhich fell to the floor with a crash that might have broken her headOh my _dear_ cried Janet as she had often heard her mothercall when Baby William tumbled and hurt himself Oh are you hurtand Janet clasped the doll in her arms and hugged it as though itwere a real childIs she busted Ted demanded but he did not ask as a real doctormight inquire In fact he had stopped playing doctorNo she isnt hurt I guess Jan answered feeling of her dollshead I forgot all about her being in my lap Oh arent you goingto play any more Ted she asked as she saw her brother toss the bigcoat on a chair and take off the spectaclesNo I want to do something else This is no funWell lets makebelieve youre sick and I can be a Red Crossnurse like some of those we saw in the drugstore window down thestreet making bandages for the soldiers You could be a soldierTed and I could be the nurse and Id make some sugar pills for youif you dont like the rolledup bread ones you gave my dollTeddy Martin thought this over for a few seconds He seemed to likeit And then he shook his headNo he answered his sister I couldnt be a soldierWhy notCause I havent got a gun and there isnt any tentWe could make a tent with a sheet off the bed like we do lots oftimes Put it over a chair you knowBut I havent a gun Teddy went on He knew that he and Janetcould make a tent for they had often done it beforeCouldnt you take a broom for a gun Janet asked Ill get itfrom the kitchenPooh What good is a broom for a gun I want one that shootsAnyhow I havent a uniform and a soldier cant go to war without auniform or a sword or a gun Im not going to play thatJanet did not know what to say for a few seconds Truly a soldierwould not be much of one without a gun or a uniform even if he wasin a tent But the little girl had not given up yetThe day was a rainy one There was no school for it was Saturdayand staying in the house was no great fun Janet wanted her brotherto stay and play with her and she knew she must do something to makehim For a while he had been content to play that he was DrThompson come to give medicine to Jans sick doll But Teddy hadbecome tired of this after paying half a dozen visits and leavingpills made by rolling bread crumbs togetherTeddy laid aside his fathers old hat and scratched his head Thatis he tried to but his head was so covered with tightly twistedcurls that the little boys fingers were fairly entangled in themSay he exclaimed I wish my hair didnt curl so much Its toolong Im going to ask mother if I cant have it cutI wish I could have mine cut sighed Janet Mines worse to combthan yours is TedYes I know And it always curls more on a rainy dayBoth children had the same curly hair It was really beautiful butthey did not quite appreciate it even though many of their friendsand some persons who saw them for the first time called themCurlytops Indeed the tops of their heads were very curlyOh I know how we can do it suddenly cried Janet just happeningto think of somethingDo what asked her brotherPlay the soldier game You can pretend you were caught by the enemyand your gun and uniform were taken away Then you can be hurt andIll be the Red Cross nurse and take care of you in the tent Ill getsome real sugar for pills too Norall give me some Shes in thekitchen now making a cakeMaybe shed give you a piece of cake too suggested TeddyMaybe agreed Janet Ill go and ask herAsk her for some chocolate added Ted I guess if Ive got to besick Id like chocolate pills stead of sugarAll right said Janet as she hurried downstairs from the playroomto the kitchen In a little while she came back with a plate on whichwere two slices of chocolate cake while on one edge of it were somecrumbs of chocolate icingIll make pills of that after we eat the cake Janet said Youcan pretend the cake made you sick if you want to TedPooh who ever heard of a soldier getting sick on cake Anyhow theydont have cake,15
THE NONCHRISTIAN CROSSAn Enquiry Into The Origin And History OfThe Symbol Eventually Adopted AsThat Of Our ReligionBYJOHN DENHAM PARSONSLONDON1896O CRUX SPLENDIDIOR CUNCTIS ASTRIS MUNDOCELEBRIS HOMINIBUS MULTUM AMABILIS SANCTIORUNIVERSIS                               _BREVIARIUM ROMANUM_       _Festival of the Invention of the Holy Cross_PREFACEThe history of the symbol of the cross has had an attraction for theauthor ever since as an enquiring youth he found himself unable toobtain satisfactory answers to four questions concerning the same whichpresented themselves to his mindThe first of those questions was why John the Baptist who was beheadedbefore Jesus was executed and so far as we are told never had anythingto do with a cross is represented in our religious pictures as holdinga crossThe second question was whether this curious but perhaps in itselfeasily explained practice had in its inception any connection with thenonMosaic initiatory rite of baptism which Jesus accepted as a matterof course at the hands of his cousin John and in which the sign of thecross has for ages been the allimportant feature And it was thewonder whether there was or was not some association between the factsthat the New Testament writers give no explanation whatever of theorigin of baptism as an initiatory rite that this nonMosaicinitiatory rite was in use among SunGod worshippers long before ourera and that the Fathers admitted that the followers of the Persianconception of the SunGod marked their initiates upon the forehead likethe followers of the Christ which finally induced the author to starta systematic enquiry into the history of the cross as a symbolThe third question was why despite the fact that the instrument ofexecution to which Jesus was affixed can have had but one shape almostany kind of cross is accepted as a symbol of our faithThe last of the four questions was why many varieties of the cross offour equal arms which certainly was not a representation of aninstrument of execution were accepted by Christians as symbols of theChrist before any cross which could possibly have been a representationof an instrument of execution was given a place among the symbols ofChristianity while even nowadays one variety of the cross of fourequal arms is the favourite symbol of the Greek Church and both it andthe other varieties enter into the ornamentation of our sacredproperties and dispute the supremacy with the cross which has one ofits arms longer than the other threePursuing these matters for himself the author eventually found thateven before our era the cross was venerated by many as the symbol ofLife though our works of reference seldom mention this fact and neverdo it justiceHe moreover discovered that no one has ever written a complete historyof the symbol showing the possibility that the _stauros_ or post towhich Jesus was affixed was not crossshaped and the certainty thatin any case what eventually became the symbol of our faith owed someof its prestige as a Christian symbol of Victory and Life to theposition it occupied in preChristian daysThe author has therefore in the hope of drawing attention to thesubject incorporated the results of his researches in the presentessay  14 ST DUNSTANS HILL      LONDON ECC O N T E N T S                                                      PAGECHAPTER I  WAS THE _STAUROS_ OF JESUS CROSSSHAPED             13CHAPTER II  THE EVIDENCE OF MINUCIUS FELIX                       31CHAPTER III  THE EVIDENCE OF THE OTHER FATHERS3                   41CHAPTER IV  CURIOUS STATEMENTS OF IRENAEUS                       52CHAPTER V  ORIGIN OF THE PRECHRISTIAN CROSS                    57CHAPTER VI  ORIGIN OF THE CHRISTIAN CROSS                        65CHAPTER VII  THE ESTABLISHER OF THE CHURCH                        82CHAPTER VIII  CROSS AND CRESCENT8                                  92CHAPTER IX  THE CORONATION ORB9                                 104CHAPTER X  ROMAN COINS BEFORE CONSTANTINE                      119CHAPTER XI  THE COINS OF CONSTANTINE                            133CHAPTER XII  ROMAN COINS AFTER CONSTANTINE                       142CHAPTER XIII  THE MONOGRAM OF CHRIST,9
Produced by Michelle Shephard Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamCYTHEREAJOSEPH HERGESHEIMER_For _ DOROTHY_Charming in the present andSecure with the past _IIt was probably Lee Randon realized the last time he would play golfthat year He concluded this standing on a shorn hill about which thecountry was spread in sere diminishing tones to the grey horizonBelow a stream held a cold glimmer in a meadow of brown frostkilledgrass and the wind the bitter flaws where Lee stood was thinlyscattered with soft crystals of snow He was alone no one would playwith him so late in the season and there had been no boy present tocarry his clubs Yes this was the last time hed try it until springPeyton Morris who had married Lees niece and was at least fourteenyears his junior had been justified in a refusal which at itsexpression had made Lee crossAt worse than fortyfive he had told Morris curtly he was more activethan the young men hardly out of the universities To this Peyton hadreplied that undoubtedly Lee had more energy than he personally hefelt as old asas Egypt Ridiculous Lee decided trying to make uphis mind whether he might continue playing or return beaten byNovember to the clubhouse In the end with numb fingers he picked uphis ball and walked slowly back over the empty course The wind nowwas behind him and increasingly comfortable he grew reflectiveThe comparison of Peyton Morriss age with his recalling the fact tobe precise of his fortyseven years created a vague questioningdissatisfaction Suddenly he saw himselfa comfortable body in acomfortable existence a happy existence he added sharplyobjectively and the stout figure in knickerbockers rough stockings ayellow buckskin jacket and checked cap pulled over a face which hefelt was brightly red surprised and a little annoyed him In theabrupt appearance of this image it seemed that there had been notransitional years between his slender youth and the present He had anabsurd momentary impression that an act of malicious magic had in asecond transformed him into a shape decidedly too heavy for grace Hisbreathing where the ground turned upward was even slightly laboredIt was Lee thought with all the intensity of an original discoverydevilish unpleasant to grow old to die progressively on ones feet heelaborated the fact That was what happened to a manhis liverthickened his teeth went his veins became brittle pipes of limeWorse than all that his potency the spirit and heat of living metwithout any renewal its inescapable winter This might did occurwhile his being was rebellious with vain hope Today in spite of theslight clogging of his breath his bodys loss of flexibility hisimagination was as vigorous as curious as ever  take that nonsenseabout the doll which in a recalled classical allusion he hadprivately named Cytherea Peyton Morris would never have entered intothatLee Randon on one of his infrequent trips to New York had seen it ina confectioners window on Fifth Avenue and instantly it hadcaptivated his attention brought him to a halt The doll beautifullydressed in the belled skirt of the eighteenforties wore plumcoloredsilk with a bodice and wide short sleeves of pale yellow and crossedon the breast a strip of black Spanish lace that fell to the hem ofthe skirt It wasnt of course the clothes that attracted himheonly grew conscious of them perhaps a month laterbut the wilfulcharm the enigmatic fascination of the still face The eyes were longand half closed under finely arched brows there was a minute patch atthe right corner of a pale scarlet smiling mouth a pointed chinmarked an elusive oval beneath black hair drawn down upon a long slimneck hair to which was pinned an odd headdress of old gilt with atthe back pendent ornamental strands of goldglass beadsInsistently conventional selectly ordinary in appearance the stickwith a pigskin handle hanging from his left arm he had studied thedoll with a deepening interest Never in life he told himself had heseen a woman with such a magnetic and disturbing charm Fixed in intentregard he became conscious that strangely rather than small thefigure seemed diminished by a distance which yet left every featureclear With this he grew satirical at himself and moving resolutelydown the Avenue treated his absorption with ridicule But the visionof the face the smile the narrowed eyes persisted in his mind thetruth was that they troubled him and within three blocks he hadturned The second view intensified rather than lessened his feelingand he walked quickly into the shop odorous with burned sugar The dollwas removed from the windowit had come from Paris he learnedandafter a single covert glance he bought it for he needlessly informedthe girl wrapping it in an unwieldy light package his daughterTo his secret satisfaction Helena who was twelve hadnt beenstrongly prepossessed and the dollthough Lee Randon no longerthought of it as merely thatleft downstairs had been finally placedon the white overmantel of the fireplace by the diningroom doorThere when he was alone he very often stopped to gaze at the figureand during such a moment of speculative abstraction he had from thememories of early reading called her Cytherea That Lee rememberedvaguely was the Cytheranian name of the mysterious goddess of loveVenus of the principle the passion of life stirring in plants andmen But in the shape above him it had been strangely modified from anapparently original purpose made infinitely difficult if notimpossible of understanding His Cytherea bore the traces the resultsof old and lost and polished civilizations there was about her even abreath of immemorial China It mingled with a suggestion of Venice theeighteenth century Venice of the princes of Naxoshow curiously shebrought back tags of discarded readingand of the rococo Viennesecourt This much he grasped but the secret of her fascination ofwhat at heart she represented what in her had happened to loveentirely escaped himLee was interested in this he reassured his normal intelligencebecause really it bore upon him upon the whole of his married lifewith Fanny He wasnt merely the victim of a vagrant obsession thetyranny of a threatening fixed idea No the,13
Carel Lyn Miske Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamCOWBOY DAVEORTHE ROUNDUP AT ROLLING RIVERBY FRANK V WEBSTERAUTHOR OF ONLY A FARM BOY BOB THE CASTAWAY COMRADES OF THE SADDLEAIRSHIP ANDY TOM TAYLOR AT WEST POINT ETCILLUSTRATEDBOOKS FOR BOYSBy FRANK V WEBSTERONLY A FARM BOYTOM THE TELEPHONE BOYTHE BOY FROM THE RANCHTHE YOUNG TREASURER HUNTERBOB THE CASTAWAYTHE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLETHE NEWSBOY PARTNERSTHE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKESTHE TWO BOY GOLD MINERSJACK THE RUNAWAYCOMRADES OF THE SADDLETHE BOYS OF BELLWOOD SCHOOLTHE HIGH SCHOOL RIVALSBOB CHESTERS GRITAIRSHIP ANDYDARRY THE LIFE SAVERDICK THE BANK BOYBEN HARDYS FLYING MACHINETHE BOYS OF THE WIRELESSHARRY WATSONS HIGH SCHOOL DAYSTHE BOY SCOUTS OF LENOXTOM TAYLOR AT WEST POINTCOWBOY DAVETHE BOYS OF THE BATTLESHIPJACK OF THE PONY EXPRESSCOWBOY DAVECONTENTS     I     AFTER STRAY CATTLE     II    THE TAUNT     III   A CONFESSION     IV    A SMALL STAMPEDE     V     TREACHERY     VI    A CRY FOR HELP     VII   THE RESCUE     VIII   MR BELLMORE     IX    DAVE MEETS LEN     X     DAVE WONDERS     XI    HAZARDOUS WORK     XII   THE FIGHT     XIII  SOME NEWS     XIV   A WARNING     XV    RETALIATION     XVI   UNAVAILING EFFORTS     XVII  THE ROUNDUP     XVIII A MIDNIGHT BLAZE     XIX   FIGHTING FIRE     XX    THE CHASE     XXI   THE ESCAPE     XXII  TANGLES     XXIII THE CLUE     XXIV  BROTHERS     XXV   THE NEW RANCHIllustration HE WHEELED AND RODE STRAIGHT AT THE ONCOMING STEERSCHAPTER IAFTER STRAY CATTLEHi Yi YipWooooo Wah ZutHere we comeWhat was coming seemed to be a thunderous cloud of dust from the midst ofwhich came strange shrill sounds punctuated with sharp cries that didnot appear to be altogether humanThe dustcloud grew thicker the thunder sounded louder and the yellswere shrillerFrom one of a group of dull red buildings a sunbronzed man steppedforthHe shaded his eyes with a brown powerful hand gazed for an instanttoward the approaching cloud of animated and vociferous dust and turningto a smiling Chinese who stood near with a pot in his hand remarked in aslow musical drawlWell Hop Loy here they are riproarin an snortin from th roundupAlle samee hungly too observed the Celestial with unctious blandnessYou can sure make a point of that Hop Loy went on the other Hungry istheir middle name just now and youd better begin t rustle th grub orI wouldnt give an empty fortyfive for your pigtailOi la fairly screamed the Chinese as with a quick gesture toward hislong queue he scuttled toward the cook house which stood in the midst ofthe other low ranch buildings Glub leady alle samee light now Hop Loycried over his shoulderIt better be ominously observed Pocus Pete foreman of the Bar U ranchone of the bestoutfitted in the Rolling River section It better beThose boys mean business or I miss my guess the foreman went on Hardwork aplenty I reckon Wonder how they made out he went on musingly ashe started back toward the bunk house whence he had come with a saddlestrap to which he was attaching a new buckle If things dont take a turnfor th better soon there wont any of us make out and with a gloomyshake of his head Pocus Pete to give him the name he commonly went bytossed the strap inside the bunk house and went on toward the mainbuilding where by virtue of his position as head of the cowboys he hadhis own cotMeanwhile the crowd of yelling hardriding sand duststirring puncherscame on faster than everHi Yi YipHere we comeKeep th pot abilin Weve got our appetites With usThats whatSome one fired his big revolver in the air and in another moment therewas an echo of many shots the sharp crack of the fortyfives minglingwith the thunder of hoofs the yells and the clatter of stirrup leathersThe boys coming back Pete asked an elderly man who came to the doorof the main living room of the principal ranch houseYes Mr Carson theyre comin back an it dont need a movin pictureoperator an telegraphic despatch t tell it eitherNo Pete They seem to be in good spirits tooYes they generally are when they get back from roundup I want to hearhow they made out though an what th prospects areSo do I Pete and there was an anxious note in the voice of MrRandolph Carson owner of the Bar U ranch Matters had not been going wellwith him of lateWith final yells and an increase in the quantity of dust tossed up as thecowboys pulled their horses back on their haunches the rangeridingoutfit of the ranch came to rest not far away from the stable Thehorses with heaving sides and distended nostrils that showed a deep redhung their heads from weariness They had been ridden hard but notunmercifully and they would soon recover The cowboys themselves tippedback their big hats from their foreheads which showed curiously white incontrast to their bronzed faces and beat the dust from their trousers Afew of them wore sheepskin chapsOne after another the punchers slung their legs across the saddle hornstossed the reins over the heads of their steeds as an intimation that thehorses were not to stray and then slid to the ground walking with thatpeculiarly awkward gait that always marks one who has spent much of,13
Transcribed from the 1908 Chatto and Windus edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukTHE DUKE OF GANDIAPERSONS REPRESENTEDPOPE ALEXANDER VIFRANCESCO BORGIA Duke of Gandia    his sonsCAESAR BORGIA Cardinal of Valencia DON MICHELE COREGLIA called MICHELOTTO agent for Caesar BorgiaGIORGIO SCHIAVONE a Tiber watermanTWO ASSASSINSAN OFFICER of the Papal HouseholdVANNOZZA CATANEI surnamed LA ROSA concubine to the PopeLUCREZIA BORGIA daughter to Alexander and VannozzaSCENE  ROMETIME  JUNE 14JULY 22 1497SCENE IThe VaticanEnter CAESAR and VANNOZZACAESARNow mother though thou love my brother moreAm I not more thy son than heVANNOZZA      Not moreCAESARHave I more Spaniard in meless of theeDid our Most Holiest father thrill thy wombWith more Italian passion than brought forthMeVANNOZZA   Child thine elder never was as thou Spake never thusCAESAR      I doubt it not  But IMother am not mine elder  He desiresAnd he enjoys the life God gives himGodThe Pope our father and thy sacred selfMother beloved and hallowed  I desireMoreVANNOZZA   Thou wast ever sleepless as the wind A child anhungered for thy time to beMan  See thy purple about thee  Art thou notCardinalCAESAR   Ay my fathers eminenceSet so the stamp on mine  I will not dieCardinalVANNOZZA   Caesar wilt thou cleave my heartHave I not loved theeCAESAR      Ay fair motherayThou hast loved my father likewise  Dost thou loveGiuliathe sweet Farnesecalled the FairIn all the Roman streets that call thee RoseAnd that bright babe Giovanni whom our sireThy holy lord and hers hath stamped at birthAs duke of NepiVANNOZZA      When thy sire begatThee sinful though he ever wasfierce fellSpaniardI fear me Jesus for his sinsBade Satan pass into himCAESAR         And fill thee fullSweet sinless mother  Fear it not  Thou hastChildren more loved of him and thee than me Our bright Francesco born to smile and swayAnd her whose face makes pale the sun in heavenWhose eyes outlaugh the splendour of the seaWhose hair has all noons wonders in its weftWhose mouth is Gods and Italys one roseLucreziaVANNOZZA   Dost thou love them then  My childHow should not I then love theeCAESAR         God aloneKnows  Was not Godthe God of love who badeHis son be man because he hated manAnd saw him scourged and hanging and at lastForgave the sin wherewith he had stamped us seeingSo fair a full atonementwas not GodBridesman when Christs crowned vicar took to brideMy motherVANNOZZA      Speak not thou to me of GodI have sinned I have sinnedI would I had died a nunCloisteredCAESAR   There too my sire had found thee  PriestsMake way where warriors dare notsave when warSets wide the floodgates of the weirs of hellAnd what hast thou to do with sin  Hath heWhose sin was thine not given thee there and thenGods actual absolution  Mary livedGods virgin and Gods mother  mine art thouWho am Christlike even as thou art virginalAnd if thou love me or love me not God knowsAnd God who made me and my sire and theeMay take the charge upon him  I am ISomewhat I think to do before my dayPass from me  Did I love thee not at allI would not bid thee know itVANNOZZA         Alas my sonCAESARAlas my mother sounds no sense for men Rings but reverberate folly whence resoundsReturning laughter  Weep or smile on meThy sunshine or thy rainbow softens notThe mortal earth wherein thou hast clad me  NayBut rather would I see thee smile than weepMother  Thou art lovelier smilingVANNOZZA         What is thisThou hast at heart to do  Gods judgment hangsAbove us  I that girdled thee in meAs Mary girdled Jesus yet unborn Thou dost believe it  A creedless hereticThou art notCAESAR      I  Gods vicars childVANNOZZA         Be GodPraised  I then I thy mother bid thee prayPray thee but say what hungers in thy heartAnd whither thou wouldst hurl the strenuous lifeThat works within theeCAESAR      Whither  Am not IHinge of the gate that opens heaventhat bidsGod open when my sire thrusts in the key Cardinal  Canst thou dream I had rather beDukeEnter FRANCESCOFRANCESCO   Wilt thou take mine office Caesar mineI heard thy laugh deride it  Mother whenceComes that sweet gift of grace from dawn to dawnThat daily shows thee sweeterCAESAR         Knowest thou noneLovelierVANNOZZA   My Caesar finds me not so fairThou art over fond FrancescoCAESAR         Nay no whitOur heavenly father on earth adores no lessOur mother than our sister  and I holdHis heart and eye his spirit and his senseInfallibleEnter the POPEALEXANDER      Jest not with God  I heardA holy word a hallowing epithetCardinal Caesar trip across thy tongueLightlyCAESAR   Most holiest father I desirePaternal absolutionwhen thy laughHas waned from lip and eyelidALEXANDER         Take it nowAnd Christ preserve thee Caesar as thou artTo serve him as I serve him  Rose of mineMy rose of roses whence has fallen this dewThat dims the sweetest eyes love ever litWith light that mocks the morningVANNOZZA         Nay my lordI know notnay I knew not if I weptALEXANDEROur sons and Christs and Peters whom we praiseAre theyare thesefallen outFRANCESCO         Not I with himNor he I think with meCAESAR      Forbid it GodThe God that set thee where thou art and thereSustains thee bids the,6
Digital TranscriptionMRJDreams and Dream StoriesBy Anna Bonus KingsfordContents  PrefacePart IDreamsI  The Doomed TrainII  The Wonderful Spectacles III The Counsel of Perfection  IV  The City of BloodV  The Bird and the CatVI  The Treasure in the Lighted HouseVII  The Forest CathedralVIII  The Enchanted WomanIX  The Banquet of the GodsX  The Difficult PathXI  A Lion in the WayXII  A Dream of DisembodimentXIII  The Perfect Way with AnimalsXIV  The Laboratory UndergroundXV  The Old Young ManXVI  The MetempsychosisXVII  The Three KingsXVIII  The Armed GoddessXIX  The Game of CardsXX  The PanicStruck PackHorseXXI  The Haunted InnXXII  An Eastern ApologueXXIII  A Haunted House IndeedXXIV  The Square in the HandDream VersesI  Through the AgesII  A FragmentIII  A FragmentIV  Signs of the TimesV  With the GodsPart IIDream StoriesI  A Village of SeersII  Steepside  A Ghost StoryIII  Beyond the SunsetIV  A Turn of LuckV  NoemiVI  The Little Old Mans StoryVII  The NightshadeVIII  St George the ChevalierPrefaceThe chronicles which I am about to present to the reader are not the result of any conscious effort of the imagination  They are as the titlepage indicates records of dreams occurring at intervals during the last ten years and transcribed pretty nearly in the order of their occurrence from my Diary  Written down as soon as possible after awaking from the slumber during which they presented themselves these narratives necessarily unstudied in style and wanting in elegance of diction have at least the merit of fresh and vivid color for they were committed to paper at a moment when the effect and impress of each successive vision were strong and forceful in the mind and before the illusion of reality conveyed by the scenes witnessed and the sounds heard in sleep had had time to pass awayI do not know whether these experiences of mine are unique  So far I have not yet met with any one in whom the dreaming faculty appears to be either so strongly or so strangely developed as in myself  Most dreams even when of unusual vividness and lucidity betray a want of coherence in their action and an incongruity of detail and dramatis personae that stamp Written in 1886  Some of the experiences in this volume were subsequent to that date  This publication is made in accordance with the authors last wishes  Ed them as the product of incomplete and disjointed cerebral function  But the most remarkable features of the experiences I am about to record are the methodical consecutiveness of their sequences and the intelligent purpose disclosed alike in the events witnessed and in the words heard or read  Some of these last indeed resemble for point and profundity the apologues of Eastern scriptures  and on more than one occasion the scenery of the dream has accurately portrayed characteristics of remote regions city forest and mountain which in this existence at least I have never beheld nor so far as I can remember even heard described and yet every feature of these unfamiliar climes has revealed itself to my sleeping vision with a splendour of coloring and distinctness of outline which made the waking life seem duller and less real by contrast  I know of no parallel to this phenomenon unless in the pages of Bulwer Lyttons romance entitledThe Pilgrims of the Rhine in which is related the story of a German student endowed with so marvellous a faculty of dreaming that for him the normal conditions of sleeping and waking became reversed his true life was that which he lived in his slumbers and his hours of wakefulness appeared to him as so many uneventful and inactive intervals of arrest occurring in an existence of intense and vivid interest which was wholly passed in the hypnotic state  Not that to me there is any such inversion of natural conditions  On the contrary the priceless insights and illuminations I have acquired by means of my dreams have gone far to elucidate for me many difficulties and enigmas of life and even of religion which might otherwise have remained dark to me and to throw upon the events and vicissitudes of a career filled with bewildering situations a light which like sunshine has penetrated to the very causes and springs of circumstance and has given meaning and fitness to much in my life that would else have appeared to me incoherent or inconsistentI have no theory to offer the reader in explanation of my facultyat least in so far as its physiological aspect is concerned  Of course having received a medical education I have speculated about the modus operandi of the phenomenon but my speculations are not of such a character as to entitle them to presentation in the form even of an hypothesis  I am tolerably well acquainted with most of the propositions regarding unconscious cerebration which have been put forward by men of science but none of these propositions can by any process of reasonable expansion or modification be made to fit my case  Hysteria to the multiform and manifold categories of which medical experts are wont to refer the majority of the abnormal experiences encountered by them is plainly inadequate to explain or account for mine  The singular coherence and sustained dramatic unity observable in these dreams as well as the poetic beauty and tender subtlety of the instructions and suggestions conveyed in them do not comport with the conditions characteristic of nervous disease  Moreover during the whole period covered by these dreams I have been busily and almost continuously engrossed with scientific and literary pursuits demanding accurate judgment and complete selfpossession and rectitude of mind  At the time when many of the most vivid and remarkable visions occurred I was following my course as a student,18
Produced by Joel Erickson Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamADVENTURES IN THE LAND OF CANAANBy Robert Lee BerryFOREWORDThis book comes out of our heart It is intended to go to the hearts ofothers Some of the things written here were learned by long and bitterexperiences Our Adventures were very real and it is our hope thatsome of them our readers will never have The real battles are foughtwithin and the struggle for mastery goes on in the soul hidden in themysterious depths of the spirit Usually these battles are fought outalone many times when others are not aware that anything of moment ishappeningSupercritical minds may not find this book interesting we do not knowwe wrote with no other intention than to bless the hearts and lives ofthe great common man and womanWe hope you will enjoy this book We hope it will do you good If itdoes our purpose will be achieved and we shall thank God whose helpwe gratefully acknowledge in the writing of this bookR L BerryTABLE OF CONTENTSIntroductory The Land of Canaan1 Getting Ready to Enter Canaan2 The Crossing of the Jordan3 The Jordan Memorial Stone4 Troubles of Lingering at the Crossing5 Exploring Canaan by Faith6 The Best Inheritance in Canaan7 In the Hands of Giant Accuser8 Conflicts with Giant Mistake9 In the Dungeon of Giant Discourager10 The Torments of Giant Bad Feelings11 The Routing of Giant Doubt12 The Wine of Prayer13 Pilgrims of the Victorious LifeADVENTURES IN THE LAND OF CANAANINTRODUCTORY CHAPTERTHE LAND OF CANAANThe story of the Israelites from their being in bondage in Egypt to theirconquering Canaan is a type of the experiences of a man from his bondagein sin to his entire sanctificationAs a Scriptural basis for these remarks see Galatians 3629 wherePaul the great Apostle to the Gentiles quotes a part of the Abrahamiccovenant and applies it to Gentile Christians the complete fulfillmentof the covenant being expressed in verse 14 where the promise of theSpirit is spoken of as the blessing of Abraham It is also made plainin this chapter that salvation in Christ makes us Abrahams seed andtherefore heirs according to the promise Hence the promise to Abrahamhas its complete fulfillment in New Testament salvationIn Romans 4 Paul again dips deep into the promise of God to Abraham andbrings forth beautiful teaching which shows that to him Gods promiseto Abraham was spiritual as well as material that there was to be aspiritual seed as well as literal seed and that faith is as potentas natural birth in making men children of Abraham Also in these versesAbraham is made the father of us all even of Gentiles which of coursecould not be true except in a spiritual senseThe same subject is treated again in chapter 4 of Hebrews Here thefigure is rest The rest of the Israelites was their settling in Canaanand in verse 6 speaking of the fact that some did not enter rest becauseof unbelief allusion is made to the failure to enter Canaan fromKadeshbarnea Then ten spies brought back such a bad report that thewhole camp wept and would not go over For forty years these rebelswandered in the wilderness until all were dead except Caleb and Joshuathe two faithful spiesThere is a beautiful analogy between the events of the Israelites intheir journey out of Egypt into Canaan and the fundamental experiencesof the Christian Note these parallelsfar too close not to have beenplanned as type and antitype by the great Author of salvation1 Abraham was promised two things first his seed should inherit theland of Canaan second in him should all families of the earth be blessedGenesis 12132 Abraham was the father of both a literal and a spiritual seed thefirst inherited literal Canaan and the second inherited spiritual CanaanRomans 4 Galatians 43 There was a rest promised both to the Israelite and to the Christianbeliever Hebrews 44 Israel was in bondage to Pharaoh and his taskmasters in Egypt andsinners are in bondage to the devil and sin5 By a miraculous deliverance at the Red Sea Israel escaped fromEgyptian bondage and sinners are saved by the miraculous new birth6 By another miracle of power Israel entered Canaan through the bedof the Jordan River and by a second work of grace believers are whollysanctified by the Spirit through the blood7 By refusing to believe and obey the Israelites wandered for fortyyears in the wilderness just as Christians fall away grow lukewarm andbackslidden many times when they see their privilege of being made purein heart and refuse to walk in the light8 After the Israelites entered Canaan they had to fight for theirpossessions and so too do we have to fight for our spiritual possessionin the state of holiness9 The literal land of Canaan was a good land flowing with milk andhoney where the Israelites ate the old corn and wine of the land Justso spiritual Canaan is the best place of grace under heaven indeed itis heavens borderland where saints have sweet communion with God andChrist and are ready for the great crowningdayIn several chapters of this book we shall treat the subject of entiresanctification allegorically using the types as prefiguring Christianexperience The battles of the soul against foes are real conflictswhich leave their scars and marks on many a Christian Perhaps out ofthe experiences of others the reader will gather something of profitto himself and be enabled to fight more effectively and not merely beatthe air There are spiritual powers in high places that challenge us tobattle blessed is he who has the armor the courage and the skill towinCHAPTER ONEGETTING READY TO ENTER CANAANCan you tell me please the first step to take in obtaining the experienceof entire sanctification I have heard much about it have heard manysermons on it too but the way to proceed is not yet plain to me notso plain as I wish it were Cant you tell me the first step the secondthird and all the rest My heart feels a hunger that seems unappeasedI have a longing that is,0
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration SHE FELT MY PRESENCE AND LOOKED UP QUICKLYThe Works of E P Roe_VOLUME FOURTEEN_A DAY OF FATE_ILLUSTRATED_1880PREFACESome shallow story of deep loveShakespeareCONTENTS_BOOK FIRST_CHAPTER IAIMLESS STEPSCHAPTER IIA JUNE DAY DREAMCHAPTER IIIA SHINING TIDECHAPTER IVREALITYCHAPTER VMUTUAL DISCOVERIESCHAPTER VIA QUAKER TEACHAPTER VIIA FRIENDCHAPTER VIIITHE MYSTERY OF MYSTERIESCHAPTER IXOLD PLODCHAPTER XA BIT OF EDENCHAPTER XIMOVEDCHAPTER XIIONE OF NATURES TRAGEDIESCHAPTER XIIITHE LIGHTNING AND A SUBTLER FLAMECHAPTER XIVKINDLING A SPARK OF LIFECHAPTER XVMY FATE_BOOK SECOND_CHAPTER ITHE DAY AFTERCHAPTER IIIT WAS INEVITABLECHAPTER IIIRETURNING CONSCIOUSNESSCHAPTER IVIN THE DARKCHAPTER VA FLASH OF MEMORYCHAPTER VIWEAKNESSCHAPTER VIIOLD PLOD IDEALIZEDCHAPTER VIIIAN IMPULSECHAPTER IXA WRETCHED FAILURECHAPTER XIN THE DEPTHSCHAPTER XIPOOR ACTINGCHAPTER XIITHE HOPE OP A HIDDEN TREASURECHAPTER XIIITHE OLD MEETINGHOUSE AGAINCHAPTER XIVLOVE TEACHING ETHICSCHAPTER XVDONT THINK OF MECHAPTER XVIRICHARDCHAPTER XVIIMY WORST BLUNDERCHAPTER XVIIIMRS YOCOMBS LETTERSCHAPTER XIXADAHCHAPTER XXTHANKSGIVING DAYCHAPTER XXIRIPPLES ON DEEP WATER_BOOK FIRST_CHAPTER IAIMLESS STEPSAnother months work will knock Morton into pi was a remark thatcaught my ear as I fumed from the composingroom back to my privateoffice I had just irately blamed a printer for a blunder of my ownand the words I overheard reminded me of the unpleasant truth that Ihad recently made a great many senseless blunders over which I chafedin merciless selfcondemnation For weeks and months my mind had beentense under the strain of increasing work and responsibility It wasmy nature to become absorbed in my tasks and as night editor of aprominent city journal I found a limitless field for labor It wastrue I could have jogged along under the heavy burden withcomparatively little wear and loss but impelled by both temperamentand ambition I was trying to maintain a racers speed From casualemployment as a reporter I had worked my way up to my presentposition and the tireless activity and alertness required to win andhold such a place was seemingly degenerating into a nervousrestlessness which permitted no repose of mind or rest of body Iworked when other men slept but instead of availing myself of theright to sleep when the world was awake I yielded to an increasingtendency to wakefulness and read that I might be informed on theendless variety of subjects occupying public attention The globe wasbecoming a vast huntingground around which my thoughts ranged almostunceasingly that I might capture something new striking or originalfor the benefit of our paper Each day the quest had grown more eagerand as the hour for going to press approached I would even becomefeverish in my intense desire to send the paper out with a breezynewsy aspect and would be elated if at the last moment material wasflashed in that would warrant startling headlines andcorrespondingly depressed if the weary old world had a few hours ofquiet and peace To make the paper go every faculty I possessed wasin the harnessThe aside I had just overheard suggested at least one very probableresult In printers jargon I would soon be in piThe remark combined with my stupid blunder for which I had blamed aninnocent man caused me to pull up and ask myself whither I washurrying so breathlessly Saying to my assistant that I did not wishto be disturbed for a half hour unless it was essential I went to mylittle inner room I wished to take a mental inventory of myself andsee how much was left Hitherto I had been on the keen runacondition not favorable to introspectionNeither my temperament nor the school in which I had been trainedinclined me to slow deliberate processes of reasoning I looked myown case over as I might that of some brothereditors whose journalswere draining them of life and whose obituaries I shall probablywrite if I survive them Reason and Conscience now that I gave them achance began to take me to task severelyYou are a blundering fool said Reason and the man in thecomposingroom is right You are chafing over petty blunders whileignoring the fact that your whole present life is a blunder and theadequate reason why your faculties are becoming untrustworthy Eachday you grow more nervously anxious to have everything correct givingyour mind to endless details and your powers are beginning to snaplike the overstrained strings of a violin At this rate you will soonspend yourself and all there is of youThen Conscience like an irate judge on the bench arraigned me Youare a heathen and your paper is your car of Juggernaut You areceasing to be a man and becoming merely an editorno not even aneditora newsmonger one of the worlds gossips You are an Athenianonly as you wish to hear and tell some new thing Long ears arebecoming the appropriate symbols of your being You are too hurriedtoo eager for temporary success too taken up with details to formcalm philosophical opinions of the great events of your time andthus be able to shape mens opinions You commenced as a reporter andare a reporter still You pride yourself that you are not narrowunconscious of the truth that you are spreading yourself thinly overthe mere surface of affairs You have little comprehension of thedeeper forces and motives of humanityIt is true that I might have pleaded in extenuation of these rathersevere judgments that I was somewhat alone in the world living inbachelor apartments without the redeeming influences of home andfamily life There were none whose love gave them the right or themotive to lay a restraining hand upon me and my associates in laborwere more inclined to applaud my zeal than to curb it Thus it hadbeen left to the casual remark of a nameless printer and an instanceof my own failing powers to break the spell that ambition and habitwere weavingBefore the half hour elapsed I felt weak and ill The moment I relaxedthe tension and willpower which I had maintained so long strongreaction set in Apparently I had about reached the limits ofendurance I felt as if I were growing old and feeble by minutes asone might by years Taking my hat and coat I passed out remarking tomy assistant that he must do the best he couldthat I was ill,2
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA FOOL AND HIS MONEYBYGEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONCONTENTSCHAPTERI I MAKE NO EFFORT TO DEFEND MYSELFII I DEFEND MY PROPERTYIII I CONVERSE WITH A MYSTERYIV I BECOME AN ANCESTORV I MEET THE FOE AND FALLVI I DISCUSS MATRIMONYVII I RECEIVE VISITORSVIII I RESORT TO DIPLOMACYIX I AM INVITED OUT TO DINNERX I AGREE TO MEET THE ENEMYXI I AM INVITED TO LEND MONEYXII I AM INFORMED THAT I AM IN LOVEXIII I VISIT AND AM VISITEDXIV I AM FORCED INTO BEING A HEROXV I TRAVERSE THE NIGHTXVI I INDULGE IN PLAIN LANGUAGEXVII I SEE TO THE BOTTOM OF THINGSXVIII I SPEED THE PARTING GUESTXIX I BURN A FEW BRIDGESXX I CHANGE GARDEN SPOTSXXI SHE PROPOSESILLUSTRATIONSIn the aperture stood my amazing neighbour   FrontispieceI found myself staring as if stupefied at the white figure of a womanwho stood in the topmost balconyI sat bolt upright and yelled Get outWe faced each other across the bowl of rosesUp to that moment I had wondered whether I could do it with my left handCHAPTER II MAKE NO EFFORT TO DEFEND MYSELFI am quite sure it was my Uncle Rilas who said that I was a fool Ifmemory serves me well he relieved himself of that conviction in thepresence of my motherwhose brother he wasat a time when I wasleast competent to acknowledge _his_ wisdom and most arrogant inasserting my own I was a freshman in college a factor conditionperhapswhich should serve as an excuse for both of us I possessedanother uncle incidentally and while I am now convinced that he musthave felt as Uncle Rilas did about it he was one of those who sufferin silence The nearest he ever got to openly resenting me as a freshmanwas when he admitted as if it were a crime that he too had been incollege and knew less when he came out than when he entered Which wasa mild way of putting it I am sure considering the fact that heremained there for twentythree years as a distinguished member of thefacultyI assume therefore that it was Uncle Rilas who orally convicted mean assumption justified to some extent by putting two and two togetherafter the poor old gentleman was laid away for his long sleep He hadbeen very emphatic in his belief that a fool and his money are soonparted Up to the time of his death I had been in no way qualified todispute this ancient theory In theory no doubt I was the kind offool he referred to but in practice I was quite an untried noviceIt is very hard for even a fool to part with something he hasnt gotTrue I parted with the little I had at college with noteworthypromptness about the middle of each term but that could hardly havebeen called a fair test for the adage Not until Uncle Rilas died andleft me all of his money was I able to demonstrate that only dead menand fools part with it The distinction lies in the capacity forenjoyment while the sensation lasts Dead men part with it becausethey have to fools because they want toIn any event Uncle Rilas did not leave me his money until my freshmandays were far behind me wherein lies the solace that he may haveoutgrown an opinion while I was going through the same process Attwentythree I confessed that _all_ freshmen were insufferableand immediately afterward took my degree and went out into the worldto convince it that seniors are by no means adolescent Havingsuccessfully passed the age of reason I too felt myself admirablyqualified to look with scorn upon all creatures employed in the businessof getting an education There were times when I wondered how on earthI could have stooped so low as to be a freshman I still have thedisquieting fear that my uncle did not modify his opinion of me untilI was thoroughly over being a senior You will note that I do not sayhe changed his opinion Modify is the wordHis original estimate of me as a freshman of coursewas utteredwhen I at the age of eighteen picked out my walk in life so tospeak After considering everything I decided to be a literary manA novelist or a playwright I hadnt much of a choice between the twoor perhaps a journalist Being a journalist of course was preliminarya sort of makeshift At any rate I was going to be a writer My UncleRilas a hardheaded customer who had read Scott as a boy and the WallStreet news as a manwithout being misled by eitherwas scornfulHe said that I would outgrow it there was some consolation in thatHe even admitted that when he was seventeen he wanted to be an actorThere you are said he I declared there was a great difference betweenbeing an actor and being a writer Only handsome men can be actorswhile Iwell by nature I was doomed to be nothing more engaging thana novelist who doesnt have to spoil an illusion by showing himselfin publicBesides I argued novelists make a great deal of money and playwrightstoo for that matter He said in reply that an ordinarily vigorouswasherwoman could make more money than the average novelist and shealways had a stocking without a hole to keep it in which was more tothe pointNow that I come to think of it it _was_ Uncle Rilas who oracularlyprejudged me and not Uncle John who was by way of being a sort ofliterary chap himself and therefore lamentably unqualified to guideme in any course whatsoever especially as he had all he could do tokeep his own wolf at bay without encouraging mine and who besidesteaching good English loved it wisely and too well I think UncleRilas would have held Uncle John up to me as an examplea scarecrowyou might sayif it hadnt been for the fact that he loved him inspite of his English He must have loved me in spite of mineMy mother felt in her heart that I ought to be a doctor,13
Produced by Jason Kwong Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA FOOL THERE WASBYPORTER EMERSON BROWNEA Fool there was and he made his prayer  Even as you and ITo a rag and a bone and a hank of hair   We called her the woman who did not careBut the fool he called her his lady fair  Even as you and IILLUSTRATED BYEDMUND MAGRATHANDW W FAWCETT1909TOROBERT HILLIARDCONTENTSChapterI      Of Certain PeopleII     Of Certain Other PeopleIII    Two Boys and a GirlIV     The Child and the StrangerV      As Time PassesVI     An AccidentVII    An IncidentVIII   Of Certain GoingsIX     Of Certain Other GoingsX      Two Boys and a DoctorXI     A ProposalXII    A Foreign MissionXIII   The GoingXIV    Parmaleeand The WomanXV     A WarningXVI    The BeginningXVII   In The NightXVIII  White RosesXIX    ShadowsXX     A Fairy StoryXXI    A LetterXXII   Again The Fairy StoryXXIII  AidXXIV   The RescueXXV    The ReturnXXVI   The Red RoseXXVII  The Red RoadXXVIII The BattleXXIX   DefeatXXX    And Its ConsequencesXXXI   That Which Men SaidXXXII  In the GardenXXXIII TemptationXXXIV  The Shroud of a SoulXXXV   The Thing that was a ManXXXVI  Again the BattleXXXVII The Pity of It AllILLUSTRATIONSBeautiful gloriously beautiful in her strange  weird dark beautyBye little sweetheartI do forgiveforgive and understandCant you find in that dead thing you call a  heart just one shred of pityCHAPTER ONEOF CERTAIN PEOPLETo begin a story of this kind at the beginning is hard for when thebeginning may have been no man knows Perhaps it was a hundred yearsagoperhaps a thousandperhaps ten thousand and it may well be yetlonger ago even than that Yet it can be told that John Schuyler camefrom a long line of cleanbodied cleansouled cleareyed clearheadedancestors and from these he had inherited cleanness of body and of soulclearness of eye and of head They had given him all that lay in theirpower to give had these honest impassive Dutchmen andwomenthesebroadshouldered narrowhipped English they had amalgamated for himtheir virtues and they had eradicated for him their vices they hadcultivated for him those things of theirs that it were well to cultivateand they had plucked ruthlessly from the gardens of heredity the weedsand tares that might have grown to check his growth And doing thisthey had died one after another knowing not what they had doneknowingnot why they had done itknowing not what the result would bedoingthat which they did because it was in them to do it and for no otherreason save that For so it is of this worldFirst then it is for you to know these things that I have toldSecondly it is for you to realize that there are things in this world ofwhich we know but little that there are other things of which we maysometime learn that there are infinitely more things that not even thewisest of us may ever begin to understand God chooses to tell us nothingof that which comes after and of that which comes therein He lets uslearn just enough that we may know how much more there isAnd knowing and realizing these things we may but go back as far towardthe beginning as it is in our power to see                                     Before the restless neverebbing of the tides of business hadoverwhelmed it with a seething flood of watered stocks and liquiddollars there stood on a corner of Fifth Avenue and one of its lowertributaries a stern heavyportalled mansion of brownstone It was ahouse not forbidding but dignified Its broad plateglass windows gazedout in silent impassive tolerance upon the streams of social life thatpassed it of pleasant afternoons in Spring and Fallon sleetsweptnights of winter when bus and brougham brought from theatre and operatheir little groups and pairs of furclad women and highhatted men Itwas a big housebig in sizebig in atmospherebig in mannerAt its left there was another big house much like the one that I havealready described It was possibly a bit more homelikea bit lessdignified for possibly its windows were a trifle more narrow and itsportal a little less imposing And across from that there lay a smallerhousea house of brick and this was much more inviting than either ofthe others for one might step from the very sidewalk within the broadhall hung with two very very old portraits and lighted warmly withshades of dull yellow and of pinkIn the first of the big houses there lived a boy and in the second therelived another boy and across in the little house of brick there liveda girl Of course in these houses there dwelt as well other peopleOf these was John Stuyvesant Schuyler who with his wife Gretchen livedin the big house on the corner was a man silent serious He livedintent honest upright He seldom laughed though when he did therecame at the corners of mouth and eye tiny telltale lines which showedthat beneath seriousness and silence lay a fund of humor unharmed bycontinual drain He was a tall man broadshouldered straightbackedAnd to that which had been left him he added in health in mind and inmoney and he added wisely and well and never at unjust expense toanyoneHis wife was much as he in trait and habit She too was silentserious intent Of her time of her effort of herself she gave freelywherein it were well to give In her youth she,13
This eBook was created by Charles AldarondoThe Works of E P ROEFROM JEST TO EARNESTDEDICATIONThis book is dedicated in fraternal affection to the friend of myyouth and maturer yearsthe REV A MOSS MERWIN who with everyavenue of earthly ambition open to him at home and with everymotive urged upon him to remain at home has been for years andis now a faithful missionary in a foreign landCONTENTSCHAPTER I A PRACTICAL JOKECHAPTER II THE VICTIMCHAPTER III PUZZLED AND INTERESTEDCHAPTER IV A LITTLE PAGANCHAPTER V PLAIN TALKCHAPTER VI A SLEIGHRIDE AND SOMETHING MORECHAPTER VII ANOTHER SPELL THAN BEAUTYSCHAPTER VIII FINDING ONES LEVELCHAPTER IX THE OTHER SETCHAPTER X HUMAN NATURECHAPTER XI A POSSIBLE TRAGEDYCHAPTER XII MISS MARSDEN ASKS SOMBRE QUESTIONSCHAPTER XIII A LOVER QUENCHEDCHAPTER XIV LOTTIE A MYSTERIOUS PROBLEMCHAPTER XV HEMSTEAD SEES OUR SETCHAPTER XVI HOW WOMAN MAKES OR MARSCHAPTER XVII MIDNIGHT VIGILSCHAPTER XVIII HEMSTEADS HEAVY GUN AND ITS RECOILCHAPTER XIX THE PREACHER TAUGHT BY THE PAGANCHAPTER XX THE DAWNING LIGHTCHAPTER XXI MISUNDERSTOODCHAPTER XXII YOU MUST WAIT AND SEECHAPTER XXIII A RATIONALIST OF THE OLD SCHOOLCHAPTER XXIV THE TERROR OF A GREAT FEARCHAPTER XXV A TRUE KNIGHTCHAPTER XXVI ON A CRUMBLING ICEFLOECHAPTER XXVII THE MEETING AND GREETINGCHAPTER XXVIII THE TRIAL OF LOVECHAPTER XXIX HEMSTEADS ADVICE AND LOTTIES COLORSCHAPTER XXX AROUND THE YULELOGCHAPTER XXXI UNDER THE MISTLETOECHAPTER XXXII THE CHRISTMAS SUNDAYCHAPTER XXXIII THE END OF THE JESTCHAPTER XXXIV LOYALCHAPTER XXXV MR DIMMERLY CONCLUDES TO MEDDLECHAPTER XXXVI A NIGHT IN THE SNOWCHAPTER XXXVII IN EARNESTFROM JEST TO EARNESTCHAPTER IA PRACTICAL JOKEOn a cloudy December morning a gentleman two ladies and a boystepped down from the express train at a station just above theHighlands on the Hudson A double sleigh overflowing with luxuriousrobes stood near and a portly coachman with difficulty restrainedhis spirited horses while the little party arranged themselves fora winter ride  Both the ladies were young and the gentlemansanxious and almost tender solicitude for one of them seemed hardlywarranted by her blooming cheeks and sprightly movements  A closeobserver might soon suspect that his assiduous attentions  werecaused by a malady of his own rather than by indisposition on herpartThe other young lady received but scant politeness though seeminglyin greater need of it But the words of Scripture applied toher beautiful companion Whosoever hath to him shall be givenand he shall have more abundance She had been surfeited all herlife with attention and though she would certainly have felt itsabsence as she would the loss of wealth lifelong familiaritywith both led her to place no special value upon themTherefore during the halfhours ride her spirits rose with therapid motion and even the leaden sky and winters bleakness couldnot prevent the shifting landscape from being a source of pleasureto her city eyes while the devotion  of her admirer or lover wasreceived as a matter of courseThe frosty air brought color into her companions usually paleface but not of an attractive kind for the northeast wind thatdeepened the vermilion in the beautys cheek could only tinge thatof the other with a ghastly blue The delicate creature shiveredand sighedI wish we were thereReally Bel I sometimes think your veins are filled with waterinstead of blood Its not cold today is it Mr De ForrestWell all I can say with certainty he replied is that I havebeen in a glow for the last two hours I thought it was chillybefore thatYou are near to glory then cried the boy saucily from hisperch on the drivers boxOf course I am said Mr De Forrest in a low tone and leaningtowards the maidenYou are both nearer being silly she replied pettishly  Danbehave yourself and speak when you are spoken toThe boy announced his independence of sisterly control by beginningto whistle and the young lady addressed as Bel remarked MrDe Forrest is no judge of the weather under the circumstances Hedoubtless regards the day as bright and serene But he was evidentlya correct  judge up to the time he joined you LottieHe joined you as much as he did meO pardon me yes I believe I was presentI hope I have failed in no act of politeness Miss Bel said DeForrest a little stifflyI have no complaints to make Indeed I have fared well consideringthat one is sometimes worse than a crowdNonsense said Lottie petulantly and the young man tried notto appear annoyedThe sleigh now dashed in between rustic gateposts  composed of roughpillars of granite and proceeding along an avenue that sometimesskirted a wooded ravine and again wound through picturesque groupingsof evergreens they soon reached a mansion of considerable sizewhich bore evidence of greater age than is usual with the homes inour new worldThey had hardly crossed the threshold into the hall before theywere hospitably welcomed by a widowed lady whose hair was slightlytinged with gray and by her eldest daughterThe greetings were so cordial as to indicate ties of blood andthe guests were shown to their rooms and told to  prepare for anearly dinnerIn brief Mrs Marchmont the mistress of the mansion had gratifiedher daughters wish as she did all her fancies by permitting herto invite a number of young friends for the Christmas holidaysBoth mother and daughter were fond of society and it required nohospitable effort to  welcome visitors at a season when a majorityof their friends had fled from the dreariness of winter to cityhomes  Indeed they regarded it as almost an honor that so prominenta belle as Charlotte Marsden had consented to spend a few weekswith them at a time when country life is at a large discount withthe fashionable They surmised that the presence of Mr De Forresta distant relative of both Miss Marsden and themselves would beagreeable to all  concerned and were not mistaken and to MissLottie the presence of a few admirersshe would not entertain theidea that they were lovershad become an ordinary necessity  oflife Mr De Forrest was an unusually interesting specimen of thegenushandsome an adept in the mode and etiquette of the hourattentive as her own shadow and quite as subservientHis lovemaking,0
This eBook was produced by David Garcia Juliet SutherlandCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamFRANK ON THE LOWER MISSISSIPPIBYHARRY CASTLEMON  CONTENTS  CHAPTER    ITHE NEW PAYMASTER  CHAPTER   IIA NIGHT EXPEDITION  CHAPTER  IIIARCHIE IN A PREDICAMENT  CHAPTER   IVA MARK FOR THE UNION  CHAPTER    VA RUN FOR LIFE  CHAPTER   VIFRANK TURNS DETECTIVE  CHAPTER  VIIFRANKS FIRST COMMAND  CHAPTER VIIIAN UNLUCKY FLIGHT  CHAPTER   IXUP THE WASHITA  CHAPTER    XTHE PROMOTION  CHAPTER   XITHE RIVAL SPIES  CHAPTER  XIIA SCOUTING PARTY  CHAPTER XIIITOM THE COXSWAIN  CHAPTER  XIVA REBEL TRICK  CHAPTER   XVHONORABLY DISCHARGEDFRANK ON THE LOWER MISSISSIPPICHAPTER IThe New PaymasterVicksburg had fallen and the army had marched in and taken possessionof the city How Frank longed to accompany it that he might see theinside of the rebel stronghold which had so long withstood the advanceof our fleet and army He stood leaning against one of the monster gunswhich at his bidding had spoken so often and so effectively in favorof the Union and for two hours watched the long lines of warwornsoldiers as they moved into the works At length a tremendous cheerarose from the city and Frank discovered a party of soldiers on thecupola of the courthouse from which a few moments afterward floatedthe Stars and Stripes Then came faintly to his ears the words of afamiliar song which were caught up by the soldiers in the city then bythose who were still marching in and Well rally round the flagboys was sung by an immense choir The rebels in the streets gazedwonderingly at the men on the spire and listened to the song and thetriumphant shouts of the conquering army which proclaimed the beginningof the downfall of their confederacyTo Frank it was one of the proudest moments of his lifea sight hewould not have missed to be able to float at the masthead of his vesselthe broad pennant of the admiral All he had endured was forgotten andwhen the Old Flag was unfurled in the air which had but a short timebefore floated the stars and bars he pulled off his cap and shoutedat the top of his lungsHaving thus given vent to his feelings of exultation in obedience toorders he commenced the removal of his battery on board the Trenton Itwas two days work to accomplish this but Frank who was impatient tosee the inside of the fortifications worked with a will and finally thebattery was mounted in its old position On the following day theTrenton moved down the river and came to anchor in front of VicksburgShore liberty was granted and Frank in company with several of hisbrother officers strolled about the city On every side the houses borethe marks of Union shot and shell and the streets were blocked withfortifications showing that had the city been taken by storm it wasthe intention of the rebels to dispute every inch of the ground Everything bore evidence to the fact that the fight had been a most desperateone that the rebels had surrendered only when they found that it wasimpossible to hold out longerIn some places the streets ran through deep cuts in the bank and inthese banks were the famous gopher holes They were caves dug inthe ground into which a person if he happened to hear a shell comingmight run for safety Outside the city the fortifications were mostextensive riflepits ran in every direction flanked by strong fortswhose battered walls attested the fury of the iron hail that had beenpoured upon them It was night before Frank was aware of it sointerested was he in every thing about him and he returned on board hisvessel weary with his long walk but amply repaid by seeing the insideof what its rebel occupants had called the Gibraltar of AmericaDuring the next two days several vessels of the squadron passed thecity on their way to new fields of action further down the river Oneof themthe Boxer a tinclad mounting eight gunshad Frank on boardHe had been detached from the Trenton and ordered to join this vesselwhich had been assigned a station a short distance below Grand Gulf Asusual he had no difficulty in becoming acquainted with his newmessmates and he soon felt perfectly at home among them He found ashe had done in every other mess of which he had been a member thatthere was the usual amount of wrangling and disputing and it amused himexceedingly All the mess seemed to be indignant at the caterer who didnot appear to stand very high in their estimation The latter helearned had just made an assessment upon the mess to the amount often dollars for each member and as there was no paymaster on board theofficers had but very little ready money and were anxious to know whereall the funds paid into the treasury went to He also found that thecaterers authority was not as much respected as he had a right toclaim for during the very first meal Frank ate in the mess a disputearose which threatened for a time to end in the whole matter beingcarried before the captainOne of the members of the mess who was temporarily attached to thevessel was a pilot who had been pressed into the service He was agenuine rebel and frequently said that he was called a traitor becausehe was in favor of allowing the South to peaceably withdraw from theUnion The doctor a little fat jolly man and a thorough Unionistwho believed in handling all rebels without gloves took up the swordand the debate that followed was long and stormy The pilot as itproved hardly knew the reasons why the South had attempted to secedeand was constantly clinching his arguments by saying Men who knowmore and who have done more fighting during this war than you DoctorBrown say that they have a right to do so The debate waxed,13
This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet                            BOOK II                      CARDINAL GRANVELLAANTHONY PERENOT Bishop of Arras subsequently Archbishop of Malinesand Metropolitan of all the Netherlands who under the name of CardinalGranvella has been immortalized by the hatred of his contemporarieswas born in the year 1516 at Besancon in Burgundy  His fatherNicolaus Perenot the son of a blacksmith had risen by his own meritsto be the private secretary of Margaret Duchess of Savoy at that timeregent of the Netherlands  In this post he was noticed for his habitsof business by Charles V who took him into his own service andemployed him in several important negotiations  For twenty years he wasa member of the Emperors cabinet and filled the offices of privycounsellor and keeper of the kings seal and shared in all the statesecrets of that monarch  He acquired a large fortune  His honorshis influence and his political knowledge were inherited by his sonAnthony Perenot who in his early years gave proofs of the greatcapacity which subsequently opened to him so distinguished a careerAnthony had cultivated at several colleges the talents with which naturehad so lavishly endowed him and in some respects had an advantage overhis father  He soon showed that his own abilities were sufficient tomaintain the advantageous position which the merits of another hadprocured him  He was twentyfour years old when the Emperor sent him ashis plenipotentiary to the ecclesiastical council of Trent where hedelivered the first specimen of that eloquence which in the sequel gavehim so complete an ascendancy over two kings  Charles employed him inseveral difficult embassies the duties of which he fulfilled to thesatisfaction of his sovereign and when finally that Emperor resignedthe sceptre to his son he made that costly present complete by givinghim a minister who could help him to wield itGranvella opened his new career at once with the greatest masterpiece ofpolitical genius in passing so easily from the favor of such a fatherinto equal consideration with such a son  And he soon proved himselfdeserving of it  At the secret negotiations of which the Duchess ofLorraine had in 1558 been the medium between the French and Spanishministers at Peronne he planned conjointly with the Cardinal ofLorraine that conspiracy against the Protestants which was afterwardsmatured but also betrayed at ChateauCambray where Perenot likewiseassisted in effecting the socalled peaceA deeply penetrating comprehensive intellect an unusual facility inconducting great and intricate affairs and the most extensive learningwere wonderfully united in this man with persevering industry and neverwearying patience while his enterprising genius was associated withthoughtful mechanical regularity  Day and night the state found himvigilant and collected the most important and the most insignificantthings were alike weighed by him with scrupulous attention  Notunfrequently he employed five secretaries at one time dictating to themin different languages of which he is said to have spoken seven  Whathis penetrating mind had slowly matured acquired in his lips both forceand grace and truth set forth by his persuasive eloquenceirresistibly carried away all hearers  He was tempted by noneof the passions which make slaves of most men  His integrity wasincorruptible  With shrewd penetration he saw through the dispositionof his master and could read in his features his whole train ofthought and as it were the approaching form in the shadow whichoutran it  With an artifice rich in resources he came to the aid ofPhilips more inactive mind formed into perfect thought his masterscrude ideas while they yet hung on his lips and liberally allowed himthe glory of the invention  Granvella understood the difficult anduseful art of depreciating his own talents of making his own genius theseeming slave of another thus he ruled while he concealed his sway  Inthis manner only could Philip II be governed  Content with a silentbut real power Granvella did not grasp insatiably at new and outwardmarks of it which with lesser minds are ever the most coveted objectsbut every new distinction seemed to sit upon him as easily as theoldest  No wonder if such extraordinary endowments had alone gained himthe favor of his master but a large and valuable treasure of politicalsecrets and experiences which the active life of Charles V hadaccumulated and had deposited in the mind of this man made himindispensable to his successor  Selfsufficient as the latter was andaccustomeded to confide in his own understanding his timid andcrouching policy was fain to lean on a superior mind and to aid its ownirresolution not only by precedent but also by the influence and exampleof another  No political matter which concerned the royal interesteven when Philip himself was in the Netherlands was decided without theintervention of Granvella and when the king embarked for Spain he madethe new regent the same valuable present of the minister which hehimself had received from the Emperor his fatherCommon as it is for despotic princes to bestow unlimited confidence onthe creatures whom they have raised from the dust and of whosegreatness they themselves are in a measure the creators the presentis no ordinary instance preeminent must have been the qualities whichcould so far conquer the selfish reserve of such a character as Philipsas to gain his confidence nay even to win him into familiarity  Theslightest ebullition of the most allowable selfrespect which mighthave tempted him to assert however slightly his claim to any ideawhich the king had once ennobled as his own would have cost him hiswhole influence  He might gratify without restraint the lowest passionsof voluptuousness of rapacity and of revenge but the only one inwhich he really took delight the sweet consciousness of his ownsuperiority and power he was constrained carefully to conceal from thesuspicious glance of the,4
This eBook was produced by Jim Weiler xooqicom                     Five Thousand Miles Underground OrThe Mystery of the Centre of the Earthby Roy Rockwood 1908  CHAPTER I WASHINGTON BACKS OUTWASHINGTON I say WashingtonThroughout a big shed filled for the most part with huge pieces ofmachinery echoed the voice of Professor Amos Henderson He did notlook up from a small engine over which he was bendingWashington Where are you Why dont you answer meFrom somewhere underneath an immense pile of iron steel and aluminumcame the voice of a colored manYas sir Perfesser Ise goin t saggasiate my bodily presence inyo contiguous proximity an attend t yo immediate conglomeratedprescriptions at th predistined period Yas sirWell Washington if you had started when you began that long speechyou would have been at least half way here by this time Hurry upNever mind tightning those bolts now Find the boys I need them tohelp me with this engine They must be around somewhereI seen em goin fishin down by th brook a little while agoanswered the negro crawling out from under what seemed to be acombined airship and watercraft Jack says as how yo gived himpermission t occupy his indisputatious period of levity inendeavorin t extract from th liquid element some specimens ofswimmin creaturesIf you mean I said he and Mark could go fishing in the brook youreright Washington replied the professor with a smile But you wastea lot of time and breath trying to say it Why dont you give upusing big wordsI reckon I was brought up t it replied the colored man grinningfrom ear to ear He did not always use big words but when he did theywere generally the wrong ones Sometimes he spoke quite correctlyWell I suppose you cant help it resumed Mr Henderson Howevernever mind that Find the boys and send them to meWith th least appreciatableness amount of postponement answeredthe messenger and he went outWashington White who in color was just the opposite to his name ageneral helper and companion to Professor Henderson found MarkSampson and Jack Darrow about a quarter of a mile from the big shedwhich was in the center of a wooded island off the coast of Maine Thelads were seated on the bank of a small brook fishingPerfesser wants yo immediate said WashingtonBut we havent caught a single fish objected MarkThems the orders from headquarters replied the colored man Yoboth got t project yoselves in th vicinity of th machine shop Ireckon th new fangled contraption that th perfesser is goin tnavigate th air an sail th angry seas in am about done He wantst try th engineCome on then said Jack We probably would not catch any fishanyhow MarkAccompanied by Washington the youths each of whom was about eighteenyears old started toward the big shedWhile they are on their way opportunity may be taken to tell a littleabout them as well as about Washington and the professor and thecurious craft on which the scientist was workingA few years before this story opens Mr Henderson had invented awonderful electric airship He had it about completed when one dayhe and the two boys became unexpectedly acquainted and as itdeveloped friendsMark and Jack were orphans After having rather a hard time knockingabout the world trying to make a living they chanced to meet andresolved to cast their lots together They boarded a freight trainand as told in the first volume of this series entitled Throughthe Air to the North Pole or the Wonderful Cruise of the ElectricMonarch the cars were wrecked near where Professor Henderson wasbuilding his strange craftThe boys were cared for by the scientist and after their recoveryfrom hurts received in the collision they accepted his invitation tomake the trip through the upper regions in the airship to search forthe north pole With them went Andy Sudds an old hunter and TomSmith and Bill Jones two farmers but who were hired as helpers onthe voyage The party had many adventures on the trip having battleswith savage animals and more savage Esquimaux and were tossed aboutin terrible storms After making some scientific observations whichthe professor was much interested in they started back homeHaving found he could successfully sail in the air Mr Hendersonresolved to try what it might be like under waterHe moved his machine shop to a lonely spot on the Maine coast andthere with the help of the boys Washington Andy and two machinistsconstructed a submarine boat called the PorpoiseIn this the professor resolved to seek the south pole he having atheory that it was surrounded by an open sea After much hard work thePorpoise was made ready for the voyageWhat occurred on this great trip is described in the second book ofthis series called Under the Ocean to the South Pole or the StrangeCruise of the Submarine Wonder In that is told how once more Tom andBill with Andy the boys and Washington accompanying ProfessorHenderson had many thrilling experiencesThey were caught in the grip of the grass of the terrible SargassoSea Monstrous suckers grasped the boat in their powerful arms andhad to be fought off They were caught in a sea of boiling water andimprisoned between big fields of iceBy means of strong diving suits they were able to leave the ship andwalk about on the bottom of the sea They visited a graveyard ofsunken ships saw many strange monsters as well as many beautiful fishin the great depths to which they sunk Many times they were in direperil but the resources of the professor the bravery and daring ofthe boys no less than the help Washington and Andy Sudds the hunterrendered at times brought them throughThose of you who read of their adventures will recall the strangeisland which they came upon in the Atlantic Ocean far from the coastof South AmericaWhen they first drew near this island they were almost sucked into thedepths of a great whirlpool caused by water pouring down,41
Scanned by Sean Pobuda jpobudaadelphianetNo 2 of a seriesTHE GIRL AVIATORS ON GOLDEN WINGSBy Margaret BurnhamCHAPTER ITHE GREAT ALKALIAnd so this is the great Nevada desertPeggy Prescott wrinkled her nose rather disdainfully as she gazedfrom the open window of the car out over the white glitteringexpansedotted here and there with gloomylooking clumps of sagebrushthrough which they had been traveling for some little timepastThis is it nodded her brother Roy what do you think of itsisUmer I shall have to wait a while before I answer thatrejoined Peggy judiciallyWell heres Jimsy lets ask him cried Roy as a lad of his ownage accompanied by a slender graceful girl came down the aisle ofthe car and approached the section in which the two young Prescottswere sittingJimsy Bancroft demanded Roy we are now on the great Nevadadesert or on the edge of it  Does it meet with your approvalTheres plenty of it anyhow laughed Jimsy and really its verymuch like what I expected it would beI feel like a regular cowgirl oraerwell what the newspaperscall a typical Westerner already said Jess Bancroft JimsyssisterOnly typical Westerners dont protect their delicate complexionsfrom dust with cold cream laughed Peggy holding up a fingerreprovingly  As if any beauty magazine wont tell you its awomans duty to take the greatest care of her complexion parriedJess  Roy and I have been sitting out on the observation platformon the last coachthat is we sat there till the dust drove us inShe shook the folds of a long light pongee automobile coat she woreand a little cloud of dust arose  They all coughed as the pungentstuff circulatedUgh cried Roy it makes your eyes smartThats the alkali in it quoth Jimsy sagely alkali isVery unpleasant coughed PeggyBut as we are likely to have to endure it for the next few weeksstruck in Roy we might as well lose no time in getting accustomedto itWell girls and boys came a deep pleasant voice behind them weshall be in Blue Creek in a short time now so gather up yourbelongings  Ill take care of the aeroplane outfits and the otherstuff in the baggage car he went on and here comes Miss PrescottnowThe lady referred to was a sweetfaced woman of some fifty years ofage though it was easy to see that the years had dealt kindly withher during her placid life in the village of Sandy Beach on LongIsland New York where she had made her home  Miss Prescott wasthe aunt of the two Prescott children and since their fathersdeath some time before had been both mother and father to themtheirown mother having passed away when they were but small childrenAs readers of the first volume of this series know Mr Prescott hadbeen an inventor of some distinction  Dying he had confided to hisson and daughter his plans for a noncapsizable aeroplane of greatpower  His son had promised to carry on the work and had devotedhis legacy to this purposeIn that volume which was called The Girl Aviators and the PhantomAirship it will be recalled it was told how Peggy had been ofmaterial aid to her brother in his plans and hopes and had inreality saved the day for him when he fell into the hands of someenemies  This occurred on the eve of a great aeroplane contest inwhich Roy had entered in the hopes of winning the first prize  Withthe money thus obtained he planned to pay off a mortgage held onMiss Prescotts home by an unscrupulous old banker whose son wasthe prime mover in the plots against RoyOne of the means adopted to force him to sell his secrets was themanipulation of a phantom aeroplane which for a time sadly puzzledthe lad and his sister  The mystery was solved in a strange wayhowever and almost at the same time the baffling problem of whathad become of Mrs Bancrofts jewels was also unraveled  All thisdid not take place without many adventures being encountered by thefour chums Among these was the encounter with the old hermit PeterBell who through Peggys agency was restored to his brotherJames Bell the millionaire western mining manJames Bell became much interested in the Prescotts and theiraeroplanes  Finally he made an advantageous proposal to Roy totravel West and operate for him a line of aeroplanes from somedesert mines he had discovered on a trip which almost cost him hislife  As autos could not cross the alkali and transportation ofthe product by wagons would have been prohibitive in cost as wellas almost impossible to achieve Mr Bell had hit on the happy ideaof conveying the precious product of his property by aeroplaneAt the same time it so happened that Mr Bancroft the father ofJess and Jimsy was summoned West by an important railroad dealThis being the case Jess and Jimsy at once set to work plotting howthey could gain their fathers consent to their accompanying Peggyand Roy  It was finally gained although Mrs Bancroft shook herhead over the matter and at first would by no means hear of sucha thing  But Mr Bancroft urged that it would be a good thing forthe children to see the great West and that as Miss Prescott was toaccompany the party there would be no risk of their running wildBut while the youngsters had all been so eager for the time to comefor starting on their long journey that they could hardly eat muchless sleep Miss Prescott had viewed with alarm the prospects aheadof her  In her mind the West was a vague jumble of rough cowboysIndians highwaymen and desperate characters in general  But therewas no help for it  In addition to feeling it was her duty toaccompany her young charges her physician had also recommended herto seek the dry rarefied air of the great Nevada plateauIt will be the very thing for your lungs my dear madame he hadsaid they are by no means as strong as I could wishOh but doctor the Indians thethe,13
Etext prepared by Project Gutenberg Distributed ProofreadersGEOFFREY STRONGByLaura E RichardsAuthor ofCaptain January Melody Marie etc  TO  Richard Sullivan  KINDEST OF UNCLES FRIENDS AND CRITICS  THIS STORY IS AFFECTIONATELY  DEDICATEDCONTENTSCHAPTER   I THE TEMPLE OF VESTA  II THE YOUNG DOCTOR III GARDEN FANCIES  IV MOSTLY PROFESSIONAL   V LETTERWRITING AND HYSTERICS  VI INFORMATION VII FESTIVITYVIII REVELATION  IX SIDE LIGHTS   X OVER THE WAY  XI BROKEN BONES XII CONVALESCENCEXIII RECOVERYILLUSTRATIONSHe paddled on in silenceThe young doctor glancing around saw all these thingsHe stood looking at her his hand still on the hammock ropeThere he comes full chisel cried Ithuriel ButtersCHAPTER ITHE TEMPLE OF VESTAThats a pleasant looking house said the young doctor Whatsthe matter with my getting taken in thereThe old doctor checked his horse and looked at the house with asmileNothing in the world he said except the small fact that theywouldnt take youWhy not asked the young man vivaciously Too rich too proudtoo young too old whats the matter with themThe old doctor laughed outright this time You young firebrand hesaid Do you think you are going to take this village by stormThat house is the Temple of Vesta It is inhabited by the VestalVirgins who tend the sacred fire and do other things beside Youmight as well ask to be taken into the meetinghouse to boardThis is more attractive than the meetinghouse said the youngdoctor This is one of the most attractive houses I ever sawHe looked at it earnestly and as they drove along the elmshadedstreet he turned in his seat to look at it againIt certainly was an attractive house Its front of bright clean redbrick was perhaps too near the street but the garden whose talllilac and syringa bushes waved over the top of the high wall musthe thought run back some way and from the west windows there mustbe a glorious seaviewThe house looked both genteel and benevolent The white stone stepsand windowsills and the white fan over the door gave a certaineffect of clean linen that was singularly pleasing The young doctorunlike Doctor Johnson had a passion for clean linen The knockertoo was of the graceful long oval shape he liked and burnished tothe last point of perfection and the shining windows were so placedas to give an air of cheerful interrogation to the wholeI like that house said the young doctor again Tell me about thepeopleAgain the old doctor laughed I tell you they are the Vestal Virginshe repeated There are two of them Miss Phoebe and Miss Vesta BlythMiss Phoebe is as good as gold but something of a manhater Shedoesnt think much of the sex in general but she is a good friendof mine and shell be good to you for my sake Miss Vestatheyoung doctor who was observant noted a slight change in his heartyvoiceVesta Blyth is a saintWhat kind of saint invalid bedridden blindNo no no saints dont all have to be bedridden Vesta is ayoumight call her Saint Placidia Her life has been shadowed She wasonce engagedto a very worthy young manthirty years ago The daybefore the wedding he was drowned sailboat capsized in a squalljust in the bay here Since then she keeps a light burning in theback hall looking over the water Thats why I call the house theTemple of VestaDay and nightNo no lights it at sunset every evening regularly Sun dipsVesta lights her lamp Pretty I think soAffecting certainly said the young doctor And she has mournedher lover ever sinceThe old doctor gave him a quaint look People dont mourn thirtyyears he said unless their minds are diseased Women mournlonger than men of course but ten years would be a long limiteven for a woman Memory of course may last as long as lifesacredand tender memoryhis voice dropped a little and he passed hishand across his foreheadbut not mourning Vesta is a littlepensive a little silent more habit than anything else now A sweetwoman the sweetestThe old doctor seemed to forget his companion and flicked the oldbrown horse pensively as they jogged along saying no moreThe young doctor waited a little before he put his next questionThe two ladies live alone alwaysYesno said the old doctor coming out of his reverie TheresDiploma Crotty help tyrant governorinchief of the kitchen Nowand then she thinks theyd better have a visitor and tells them sobut not very often it upsets her kitchen But here we are at theparsonage and Ill take you inThe young doctor made his visit at the parsonage dutifully andcarefully He meant to make a good impression wherever he went Itwas no such easy matter to take the place of the old doctor whoafter a lifetime of faithful and loving work had been ordered offfor a years rest and travel but the young doctor had plenty ofcourage and meant to do his best He answered evasively the inquiryof the ministers wife as to where he meant to board and though henoted down carefully the addresses she gave him of nice motherlywomen who would keep his things in order and have an eye to him incase he should be ailing he did not intend to trouble these goodladies if he could help himselfI want to live in that brick house he said to himself Ill havea try for it anyhow The old ladies cant be insulted by my tellingthem they have the best house in the villageAfter dinner he went for a walk and strolled along the pleasantshady street There were many good houses for Elmerton was an oldvillage Vessels had come into her harbour in bygone days andsubstantial merchant captains had built the comfortable roomymansions which stretched their ample fronts under the drooping elmswhile their back windows looked out over the sea breaking at thevery foot of their garden walls But there was no house that comparedin the young doctors mind with the Temple of Vesta He was walkingslowly past it admiring the delicate tracery on the whitewindowsills when the,2
Copyright C 2002 by LightheartThe Gospel of Johnfor ReadersEditors PrefaceWe must know before we can love In order to know God we must oftenthink of Him And when we come to love Him we shall then also think ofHim often for our heart will be with our treasure   BrotherLawrences The Practice of the Presence of GodThe way to know God is by reading the gospels Gospel is interpretedGood News  Gods good news to His world It is the new testament andperspective we must have in order to know and love Him as He means usto know and love HimThe gospel of John is called the gospel of love And indeed it is alove story written by that disciple whose heart was totallysurrendered Brother Lawrence whose heart was also totallysurrendered was a great believer in doing what was most practicalsimple and directMay this version of The Gospel of John a readers version help us allto see the exquisite beauty and simple yet practical message of Godsgood news through eyes of lovein His gentle serviceLightheartPracticeGodsPresencecomAugust 2002The Gospel of John1        In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God andthe Word was God The same was in the beginning with God All thingswere made by Him Without Him was not any thing made that was made InHim was life and the life was the light of men The light shineth indarkness and the darkness comprehended it notThere was a man sent from God whose name was John He came to barewitness of the Light that all men through Him might believe John wasnot that Light but was sent to bear witness of that Light That wasthe true Light which lighteth every man that cometh into the world Hewas in the world and the world was made by Him and the world knew Himnot He came unto His own and His own received Him not But as many asreceived Him to them He gave power to become the sons of God even tothem that believe on His name those who were born not of blood nor ofthe will of the flesh nor of the will of man but of God And the Wordwas made flesh and dwelt among us And we beheld His glory the gloryas of the only begotten son of the Father full of grace and truthJohn bore witness of Him and cried saying This was He of whom Ispoke He that cometh after me is preferred before me because He wasbefore me We have all received of His fullness grace for grace Forthe law was given by Moses but grace and truth came by Jesus ChristNo man hath seen God at any time The only begotten Son which is inthe bosom of the Father hath declared HimAnd this is the record of John when the Jews sent priests and Levitesfrom Jerusalem to ask him Who art thou And he confessed and did notdeny He confessed I am not the Christ And they asked him What thenArt thou Elias And he saith I am not Art thou that prophet And heanswered No Then said they unto him Who art thou that we may give ananswer to them that sent us What sayest thou of thyself He said I amthe voice of one crying in the wilderness Make straight the way of theLord as was said by the prophet Esaias And they who were sent by thePharisees asked him Why baptizest thou then if thou be not that Christnor Elias nor that prophetJohn answered them saying I baptize with water but there standeth Oneamong you whom ye know not He it is who coming after me ispreferred before me and whose foot straps I am not worthy to unlooseThese things were done in Bethabara beyond Jordan where John wasbaptizing When John saw Jesus coming toward him he saith Behold theLamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world This is He of whom Isaid After me cometh a man which is preferred before me because He wasbefore me I knew Him not except that He should be made manifest toIsrael Therefore I come baptizing with water John bore record sayingI saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove and it abode uponHim I knew Him not except that He who sent me to baptize with watersaid to me Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending andremaining on Him this is He which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost I sawHim and bare record that this is the Son of GodThe next day John and two of his disciples saw Jesus as He walked Johnsaid Behold the Lamb of God The two disciples heard John speak andfollowed Jesus Jesus turned saw them following and saith unto themWhat seek ye They said to Him Rabbi which is interpreted Masterwhere dwellest Thou He saith unto them Come and see They came andsaw where He dwelt and abode with Him that day It was about the tenthhourOne of the two which heard John speak and followed Jesus was AndrewSimon Peters brother First he findeth his own brother Simon andsaith to him We have found the messias which is interpreted theChrist and he brought him to Jesus When Jesus beheld him He saidThou art Simon the son of Jona Thou shalt be called Cephas which isinterpreted a stoneA day later Jesus went forth into Galilee and findeth Philip and saithunto him Follow me Now Philip was of Bethsaida the city of Andrewand Peter Philip findeth Nathanael and saith unto him We have foundHim of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write Jesus ofNazareth the son of Joseph And Nathanael said unto him Can any goodthing come out of Nazareth Philip saith unto him Come and seeJesus saw Nathanael coming to Him and saith of him Behold an Israelitein whom is no guile Nathanael saith unto Him Whence knowest Thou meJesus answered and said unto him Before Philip called thee,33
Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamGLENLOCH GIRLSBy GRACE M REMICKAuthor of GLENLOCH GIRLS ABROAD GLENLOCH GIRLS CLUB GLENLOCH GIRLS AT CAMP WESTILLUSTRATED BY ADA C WILLLAMSONTo my little cousinKATHARINE McC REMICKwhose unfailing interest and appreciation have helped me to writethis bookIntroductionThis is the story of a pleasant winter in the lives of some everydaygirls and boys That doesnt sound exciting does it And yet ifyou stop to think you will remember that most girls and boys livecomparatively simple lives and that it is given only to a few tohave strange adventures and do valorous deeds Ruth Shirley oneof the girls expects to be very forlorn but finding a new homein Glenloch she is welcomed by the kindest of friends and becomesa Glenloch Girl in heart and name One of the boys is obliged tolearn the lesson of patience and courage when that which he mostprizes is taken away and he supposes it will never be regainedLike all the rest of us these young people have their follies andfaults On the whole however they are truthful goodnaturedpeaceable young citizens full of the business of the hour butbeginning already to plan for the mysterious future which to thempromises so much Those who are interested in the story of theirgood times together may be glad to read in Glenloch Girls Abroadhow Ruth meets her father what tidings she has from Glenloch andsomething of the new friends she makes on the other side of theocean They will be interested also in the further doings of TheSocial Six as they are related in Glenloch Girls Club And theadventures and good times of Glenloch Girls at Camp WestGRACE M REMICKCONTENTS    I RUTHS FATHER   II THREE CHUMS  III THE NEWCOMER   IV A NEW CLUB    V THE SOCIAL SIX   VI BAD NEWS AND GOOD  VII CAPS AND APRONS VIII CHARLOTTES PROBLEMS   IX OUT OF THE SNOW    X CHRISTMAS PRESENTS XI ARTHUR COMES BACK  XII LOST AND FOUND XIII MISS CYNTHIA  XIV TINY ELSA   XV PETER PAN  XVI TELLING FORTUNES XVII UNCLE JERRYXVIII THOSE RIDICULOUS BOYS  XIX HOME SWEET HOMEILLUSTRATIONSI WAS AFRAID YOU WERENT COMINGDO YOU PROMISE TO KEEP OUR SECRETSLET ME GIVE YOU YOUR PRESENT NOWITS VERY FINE AND BRAVE OF YOUIT HAPPENED AS SHE HAD WISHEDIS YOUR LEMONADE GOODTELL THEM YOUR NEWSCHAPTER IRUTHS FATHERJust as the key clicked in the lock and the front door openeda bright face peeped over the baluster from the hall above Whypapa said a dismayed voice youre very early and Im not dressedI wanted to be at the door to meet you tonight of all nightsIm sorry Im not welcome Ruthie said papa pretending tobe very much hurt Shall I go out and walk up and down the blockuntil you are ready to receive meNo indeed you absurd boy Ill be down there in three minutesand a half Dont get interested in a book will you for I wantto talk with youAil right my dear replied papa dutifully and Ruth flew off toher room to put the finishing touches to her toiletA few minutes later she appeared in the library with flushed cheeksand very bright eyes Now Popsy sit down here she said leadinghim to the big armchair and sitting down in front of him Do youknow what day this is sir she continued trying to look verysternI think I do he answered meekly its the seventeenth ofSeptember I believeAnd what day is that still more sternlyThat is why bless my soul so it is thatsYour birthday finished Ruth triumphantly And were going tocelebrate it just by ourselves You arent going out this eveningare you PopsyNo dear I shall be very glad to stay at home with you Iam afraid though that I shant be a very good birthday boy forthere are some business plans that are troubling me and I want totalk them over with youBusiness plans said Ruth surprised Why papa I never supposedI could help you about business plansThese particular plans have so much to do with you little girlthat its only fair to tell you about them before I decide  Howeverwe wont talk about them until after dinner for Im as hungry asa bearWell do run upstairs and get ready now for dinner will be readyin a few minutes and Im dying to give you your birthday surpriseDear me I thought it was enough of a shock to have a birthdaywithout more surprises Give it to me by degrees please for inmy starving condition I cant bear muchRuth watched her father as he ran lightly up the stairs and wonderedif any other girl had such a great strong handsome papa Hesmy very best chum she said to herself and sometimes he doesntseem a bit older than I doJust as the maid announced dinner papa appeared and Ruth met himat the foot of the stairs with a sweeping courtesy He respondedwith a ceremonious bow and the proffer of his arm which Ruth tookwith great gravityArent we grand she said in a satisfied tone It makes me feeldreadfully grown up to have you treat me so politelyIll stop then laughed papa Fourteen is old enough and Idont want my girl to turn into a young lady just yetNow shut your eyes Popsy and dont look until I get you intoyour chair said Ruth as they reached the diningroom doorHer father obediently shut his eyes and Ruth led him to his placeat the table Then she slipped around to her own chair and clappingher hands said triumphantly Now lookOhooh gasped her father almost before he had opened hiseyes This is truly superb Ruth youre an artistMary helped me do it said Ruth smiling at the pretty maid butI planned it every bit myself I thought I would make it a pinkand white birthday because pink is your favorite colorMr Shirley looked at the pretty table with appreciative eyes Inthe centre a bowl of,1
Copyright C 2002 by Lightheart                     wwwPracticeGodsPresencecom                           The Gospel of Mark______________________________________________________________________1        The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ the Son of GodAs it is written in the prophets Behold I send my messenger whoshall prepare the way before thee The voice of one crying in thewilderness Prepare the way of the Lord make His paths straight Johndid baptize in the wilderness and preach the baptism of repentancefor the remission of sins After confessing their sins many from theland of Judaea and from Jerusalem were baptized by him in the river ofJordanJohn was clothed with camels hair and wore animal hides around hisloins and he ate locusts and wild honey He preached saying Therecomes one mightier than I the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthyto stoop down and unloose I have baptized you with water but He shallbaptize you with the Holy GhostAnd it came to pass in those days that Jesus came from Nazareth ofGalilee and was baptized by John in the river of Jordan Immediatelyupon His coming up out of the water John saw the heavens open and theSpirit like a dove descend upon Him And there came a voice fromheaven saying Thou art my beloved Son in whom I am well pleasedThe spirit drove Him into the wilderness There among wild beasts Hewas tempted by Satan for forty days Then the angels ministered toHim Now after that John was put in prison and Jesus came intoGalilee He began preaching the gospel of the kingdom of God andsaying The time is fulfilled The kingdom of God is at hand Repentand believe the gospelHe walked by the sea of Galilee He saw Simon and Andrew his brothercasting a net into the sea for they were fishermen And Jesus said tothem Come ye after me and I will make you fishers of men Immediatelythey left their nets and followed HimWhen He had gone on a little farther He saw James the son ofZebedee and John his brother in a boat mending their nets Jesuscalled them They immediately left their father Zebedee in the boatwith the hired servants and went after HimThey went into Capernaum On the sabbath day He entered the synagogueand taught And they were astonished at His doctrine for He taughtthem as one with authority and not as the scribes And in theirsynagogue there was a man with an unclean spirit He cried out andsaid Let us alone What have we to do with thee Jesus of NazarethArt thou come to destroy us I know who thou art the Holy One of GodAnd Jesus rebuked him and said Hold thy peace and come out of himAnd when the unclean spirit had torn him and cried with a loud voicehe came out of himThe people were amazed so much so that they questioned amongthemselves saying What is this What new doctrine is this He evencommands with authority the unclean spirits and they obey HimImmediately His fame spread throughout the region around GalileeAfter they left the synagogue they went to the house of Simon andAndrew Simons wifes mother lay sick with a fever and presentlythey told Jesus about her He came and took her by the hand Then Helifted her up and immediately the fever left her And she thenministered to themThat evening around sunset many people were brought to Him who werediseased and some who were possessed with devils And all the citygathered together at the door Jesus healed many that were sick ofdivers diseases He cast out many devils and did not allow the devilsto speak because they knew HimThe next morning rising before dawn He went to a solitary place topray Simon and those who were with him followed When they found Himthey said All men seek for thee And Jesus said to them Let us go onto the next towns that I may preach there also for therefore came IforthAnd Jesus preached in the synagogues throughout Galilee and cast outdevils There came to Him a leper Kneeling down and beseeching Himthe leper said If thou wilt thou can make me clean Jesus was movedwith compassion He put out His hand touched him and said I willBe thou cleanAnd as soon as He had spoken the leprosy departed and the man wascleansed Jesus directly charged him to say nothing to any man Jesussaid Go thy way Show thyself to the priest and offer for thycleansing those things which Moses commanded for a testimony to themBut he went out and began to broadcast the matter He said so muchthat Jesus could no more openly enter the city but had to stay out indesert places And they came to Him from every quarter2        After some days Jesus entered Capernaum again and His arrivalwas widely announced The people knew that He returned to the houseAnd immediately many gathered so much that there was no room toreceive them no not so much as outside the door Jesus preached theword to themThere came to Him one sick with palsy who was carried by four othersWhen they could not get near Jesus because of the crowd theyuncovered the roof above where Jesus stood Having broken throughthey lowered down the bed wherein the sick man lay When Jesus sawtheir faith He said to the sick man Son thy sins are forgiven theeThere were certain of the scribes sitting there They wondered Whydoes this man speak blasphemies Who can forgive sins but God onlyWhen Jesus realized that they so reasoned He said to them Why reasonye these things in your hearts Whether it is easier to say to thesick man Thy sins are forgiven thee or Arise Take up thy bed andwalkSo that ye,33
This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnetDONOVAN PASHA AND SOME PEOPLE OF EGYPTBy Gilbert ParkerVolume 4A YOUNG LION OF DEDANHE WOULD NOT BE DENIEDTHE FLOWER OF THE FLOCKTHE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYSA YOUNG LION OF DEDANLooking from the minaret the Two could see far off the Pyramids ofGhizeh and Sakkara the wells of Helouan the Mokattam Hills the tombsof the Caliphs the Khedives palace at distant Abbasiyeh  Nearer bythe life of the city was spread out  Little green oases of palms emergedfrom the noisy desert of white stone and plaster  The roofs of thehouses turned into gardens and promenades made of the huge superficialcity one broken irregular pavement  Minarets of mosques stood up likegiant lampposts along these vast meandering streets  Shiftlesshousewives lolled with unkempt hair on the housetops women of the haremlooked out of the little mushrabieh panels in the clattering narrowbazaarsJust at their feet was a mosqueone of the thousand nameless mosques ofCairo  It was the season of Ramadan and a Friday the Sunday of theMahommedanthe GhimahThe Two were Donovan Pasha then English Secretary to the Khedivegenerally known as Little Dicky Donovan and Captain Renshaw of theAmerican Consulate  There was no man in Egypt of so much importance asDonovan Pasha  It was an importance which could neither be bought norsoldPresently Dicky touched the arm of his companion  There it comes hesaidHis friend followed the nod of Dickys head and saw passing slowlythrough a street below a funeral procession  Near a hundred blind menpreceded the bier chanting the deathphrases  The bier was covered by afaded Persian shawl and it was carried by the poorest of the fellaheenthough in the crowd following were many richly attired merchants of thebazaars  On a cart laden with bread and rice two fellaheen stood andhanded or tossed out food to the crowdtoken of a death in highplaces  Vast numbers of people rambled behind chanting and a few womennear the bier tore their garments put dust on their heads and keptcrying Salem ala ahaliRemember us to our friendsWalking immediately behind the bier was one conspicuous figure and therewas a space around him which none invaded  He was dressed in white likean Arabian Mahommedan and he wore the green turban of one who has beenthe pilgrimage to MeccaAt sight of him Dicky straightened himself with a little jerk and histongue clicked with satisfaction  Isnt he thoughisnt he hesaid after a moment  His lips pressed together curled in with a trickthey had when he was thinking hard planning thingsThe other forbore to question  The notable figure had instantly arrestedhis attention and held it until it passed from viewIsnt he though Yankee Dicky repeated and pressed a knuckle intothe others waistcoatIsnt he whatIsnt he bullyin your own languageIn figure but I couldnt see his face distinctlyYoull see that presently  You could cut a whole Egyptian Ministry outof that face and have enough left for an American president or the headof the Salvation Army  In all the years Ive spent here Ive never seenone that could compare with him in nature character and force  A fewlike him in Egypt and thered be no need for the moneybarbers ofEuropeHe seems an ooster hereyou know himDo I Dicky paused and squinted up at the tall Southerner  What doyou suppose I brought you out from your Consulate for to seethe viewfrom Ebn Mahmoud  And you call yourself a cute YankeeIm no more a Yankee than you are as Ive told you before answeredthe American with a touch of impatience yet smilingly  Im from SouthCarolina the first State that secededAnyhow Im going to call you Yankee to keep you nicely disguisedThis is the land of disguisesThen we did not come out to see the view the other drawled  Therewas a quickening of the eye a drooping of the lid which betrayed asudden interest a sense of adventureDicky laid his head back and laughed noiselessly  My dear Renshawwith all Europe worrying Ismail with France in the butlers pantry andEngland at the front door do the bowab and the sarraf go out to take airon the housetops and watch the sun set on the Pyramids and make arainbow of the desert  I am the bowab and the sarraf the manofallwork the Jackofalltrades the confidential to the Orientalspendthrift  Am I a dog to bay the moonhave I the soul of a touristfrom Liverpool or PoughkeepsieThe lanky Southerner gripped his arm  Theres a hunting song of theSouth he said and the last line is The hound that never tiresYou are that Donovan PashaI am little Dicky Donovan so they say interrupted the otherYou are the weight that steadies things in this shaky Egypt  You areyou and youve brought me out here because theres work of some kind todo and becauseAnd because youre an American and we speak the same languageAnd our Consulate is all right if needed whatever it is  Youveplayed a square game in Egypt  Youre the only man in office who hasntgot rich out of her andIm not in officeYoure the power behind the throne youreIm helplessworse than helpless Yankee  Ive spent years of my lifehere  Ive tried to be of some use and play a good game for Englandand keep a conscience too but its been no real good  Ive only stavedoff the crash  Im helpless now  Thats why Im hereHe leaned forward and looked out of the minaret and down towards thegreat locked gates of the empty mosqueRenshaw put his hand on Dickys shoulder  Its the man in white yonderyoure afterDicky nodded  It was no use as long as she lived  But shes deadherface was under that old Persian shawland Im going to try it onTry what onLast night I heard she was sick  I heard at noon today that she wasgone and then I got you to come out and see the,13
Produced by Beth Constantine Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA GIRL OF THE PEOPLEBYL T MEADECHAPTER IYou have kept us waiting an age Come along Bet doShe aint going to funk it surelyNo no not sheshes a good un Bet iscome along Bet JoeWilkins is waiting for us round the corner and he says Sam is to bethere and Jimmy and Hester Wright do come along nowWill Hester Wright sing suddenly demanded the girl who was beingassailed by all these remarksYes tiptop a new song from one of the music halls in London Nowthen be you coming or not BetNo no shes funking it suddenly called out a dancing little spriteof a newspaper girl She came up close to Bet as she spoke and shooka dirty hand in her face and gazed up at her with two mirthfulteasing wicked black eyes Bets funking itshes a mammysgirlshes tied to her mammys apronstrings heheheThe other girls all joined in the laugh and Bet who was standingstolid and straight in the centre of the group first flushed angrilythen turned pale and bit her lipsI aint funking she said nobody can ever say as theres any funkabout metheres my share GoodnightShe tossed a shilling on to the pavement and before the astonishedgirls could intercept her turned on her heel and marched awayA mocking laugh or two floated after her on the night air then theblackeyed girl picked up the shilling said Bet was a good unthough she wor that contrairy and the whole party set off singingand shouting up the narrow street of this particular Liverpool slumBet when she left her companions walked quickly in the direction ofthe docks the pallor still continued on her brown cheeks and a dazedexpression filled her heavy eyesThey clinched it when they said I wor a mammys girl she mutteredThere aint no funk in me but there was a look about mother thismorning that I couldnt abear No I aint a mammys girl not IThere was never nought so good about me and I have give away my lastshillingflung it into the gutter Well never mind I aint tiedto nobodys apronstringsno not I Wish I wor wish I worShe walked on not too fast holding herself very stiff and erect nowShe was a tall girl made on a large and generous scale her head waswell set on a pair of shapely shoulders and her coils of redbrownhair were twisted tightly round her massive headBet said a young lad as he rushed up the streethaha handsomeBet give us a kiss will yeBet rewarded him with a smart cuff across his face and marched onmore defiant than everAs she paused at a certain door a sweetlooking girl with a white facedressed in the garb of a Sister came outAh Elizabeth I am glad you have arrived she said I have justleft your mother she has been crying for you andandshe is veryill indeedOh I know that Sister Mary let me go upstairs nowBet pushed past the girl almost rudely and ascended the dark ricketystairs with a light step Her head was held very far back and in hereyes there was a curious mixture of defiance softness and despairTwo little boys with the same reddishbrown hair as hers were playingnoisily on the fourth landing They made a rush at Bet when they sawher climbed up her like little cats and half strangled her with theirthin halfnaked armsBet Bet I say mothers awful bad Bet speak to Nat he stole mymarble he did Fie on you Capn you shouldnt have done itI like that shouted the ragged boy addressed as Capn You tookit from me first you know you did GenralIf mothers bad you shouldnt make a noise said Bet flinging thetwo little boys away with no particular gentleness There of courseIll kiss you Genralpoor little lad Go down now and play on thenext landing and keep quiet for the next ten minutes if its in youBet whispered the youngest boy who was known as Capn shallI tell yer what mother did this morningNo no I dont want to heargo downstairs and keep quiet _do_Oh yerll be in such a steaming rage She burnt yer book yer _JaneEyre_ as yer wor readinglor it were finethe bit as you readto the Genral and me but she said as it wor a hellfire book andshe burnt itI seed her and so did the Genralshe pushed it betweenthe bars with the poker She got up in her nightthings to do it andthen she got back to bed again and she panted for nearly an hourafterdidnt she GenralYesyescome along come along Look at Bet shes going to strikesome unlook at her didnt we say as shed be in a steaming rageCome CapnThe little boys scuttled downstairs shouting and tumbling over oneanother in their flight Bet stood perfectly still on the landing Theboys were right when they said she would be in a rage her heart beatheavily her face was white and for an instant she pressed her foreheadagainst the door of her mothers room and clenched her teethThe book burnt the poor book which had given her pleasure and whichshe had saved up her pence to buythe book which had drawn her outof herself and made her forget her wretched surroundings committedto the flamesignominiously destroyed and called bad names tooHow dared her mother do it how dared she The girls were right whenthey said she was tied to apronstringsshe was she was But shewould bear it no longer She would show her mother that she wouldsubmit to no leadingthat she Elizabeth Granger the handsomestnewspaper girl in Liverpool was a woman and her own mistressShe oughtnt to have done it halfgroaned Bet The poor book AndIll never know now whats come to Jane and RochesterIll never knowIt cuts me to the quick Mother oughtnt to take pleasure from onelike that but its all of a piece Well Ill go in and say goodnight to her and then Ill go back to the girls Im,13
Produced by Charles Aldarondo Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration THE RED GLEAM FROM THE BLAZING LOGS FELL UPON HERSHINING HAIR IT GLISTENED LIKE GOLD SHE WORE A SIMPLE EVENING GOWNOF WHITEGREEN FANCYBYGEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONAUTHOR OF GRAUSTARK THE HOLLOW OF HER HANDTHE PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK ETCWITH FRONTISPIECE BYC ALLAN GILBERTNEW YORK1917CONTENTSI     THE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER MEET AND PART ON THE         HIGHWAYII    THE FIRST WAYFARER LAYS HIS PACK ASIDE AND FALLS IN WITH         FRIENDSIII   MR RUSHCROFT DISSOLVES MR JONES INTERVENES AND TWO MEN RIDE         AWAYIV    AN EXTRAORDINARY CHAMBERMAID A MIDNIGHT TRAGEDY AND A MAN WHO         SAID THANK YOUV     THE FARMBOY TELLS A GHASTLY STORY AND AN IRISHMAN ENTERSVI    CHARITY BEGINS FAR FROM HOME AND A STROLL IN THE WILDWOOD         FOLLOWSVII   SPUNGOLD HAIR BLUE EYES AND VARIOUS ENCOUNTERSVIII  A NOTE SOME FANCIES AND AN EXPEDITION IN QUEST OF FACTSIX    THE FIRST WAYFARER THE SECOND WAYFARER AND THE SPIRIT OF         CHIVALRY ASCENDANTX     THE PRISONER OF GREEN FANCY AND THE LAMENT OF PETER THE         CHAUFFEURXI    MR SPROUSE ABANDONS LITERATURE AT AN EARLY HOUR IN THE MORNINGXII   THE FIRST WAYFARER ACCEPTS AN INVITATION AND MR DILLINGFORD         BELABORS A PROXYXIII  THE SECOND WAYFARER RECEIVES TWO VISITORS AT MIDNIGHTXIV   A FLIGHT A STONECUTTERS SHED AND A VOICE OUTSIDEXV    LARGE BODIES MOVE SLOWLYBUT MR SPROUSE WAS SMALLER THAN THE         AVERAGEXVI   THE FIRST WAYFARER VISITS A SHRINE CONFESSES AND TAKES AN         OATHXVII  THE SECOND WAYFARER IS TRANSFORMED AND MARRIAGE IS FLOUTEDXVIII MR SPROUSE CONTINUES TO BE PERPLEXING BUT PUTS HIS NOSE TO         THE GROUNDXIX   A TRIP BY NIGHT A SUPPER AND A LATE ARRIVALXX    THE FIRST WAYFARER HAS ONE TREASURE THRUST UPON HIMAND         FORTHWITH CLAIMS ANOTHERXXI   THE END IN SIGHTCHAPTER ITHE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER MEET AND PART ON THEHIGHWAYA solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound itsserpentinous way through the dismal forbidding depths of the foresta man who though weary and footsore lagged not in his swiftresolute advance Night was coming on and with it the no uncertainprospects of storm Through the foliage that overhung the wretchedroad his everlifting and apprehensive eye caught sight of thethunderblack lowlying clouds that swept over the mountain and boredown upon the green whistling tops of the trees At a crossroadbelow he had encountered a small girl driving homeward the cows Shewas afraid of the big strange man with the bundle on his back and thestout walking stick in his hand to her a remarkable creature who woreknee pants and stockings like a boy on Sunday and hobnail shoesand a funny coat with pleats and a belt and a green hat with afeather sticking up from the band His agreeable voice and his amiablesmile had no charm for her He merely wanted to know how far it was tothe nearest village but she stared in alarm and edged away as ifpreparing to break into mad flight the instant she was safely past himwith a clear way aheadDont be afraid he said gently And here Catch it if you can Hetossed a coin across the road It struck at her feet and rolled intothe high grass She did not divert her gaze for the fraction of asecond Im a stranger up here and I want to find some place to sleepfor the night Surely you have a tongue havent you By dint ofpersuasive smiles and smirks that would have sickened him at any othertime he finally induced her to say that if he kept right on until hecame to the turnpike he would find a signpost telling him where toget gasoleneBut I dont want gasolene I want bread and butter he saidWell you can git bread an butter there too she said Food ferman an beast it saysA hotelWhutA boardinghouse he substitutedIts a shindy she said painfully Men get drunk there Pap callsit a tavern but Ma says its a shindyA roadhouse eh She was puzzledand silent Thank you Youllfind the quarter in the grass GoodbyeHe lifted his queer green hat and strode away too much of a gentlemanto embarrass her by looking back If he had done so he would have seenher grubbing stealthily in the grass not with her brown little handsbut with the wriggling toes of a bare foot on which the mud perhapsof yesterday had caked She was too proud to stoopAt last he came to the pike and there sure enough was the signpost A huge crudely painted hand pointed to the left and on whatwas intended to be the sleeve of a very stiff and unflinching armthese words were printed in scaly white Harts Tavern Food for Manand Beast Also Gasolene Established 1798 1 mile Also Gasolenewas freshly painted and crowded its elders in a most disrespectfulmannerThe chill spring wind of the gale was sweeping in the directionindicated by the giant forefinger There was little consolation in thethought that a mile lay between him and shelter but it was a reliefto know that he would have the wind at his back Darkness was settlingover the land The lofty hills seemed to be closing in as if tosmother the breath out of this insolent adventurer who walked aloneamong them He was an outsider He did,13
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                        TWICE TOLD TALES                     THE TOLLGATHERERS DAY                   A SKETCH OF TRANSITORY LIFE                      By Nathaniel HawthorneMethinks for a person whose instinct bids him  rather to pore over thecurrent of life than to  plunge into its tumultuous waves noundesirable retreat were a tollhouse beside some thronged thoroughfareof the land  In youth perhaps it is good for  the observer to runabout the earth to leave the track  of his footsteps far and wideto mingle himself with  the action of numberless vicissitudesandfinally in  some calm solitude to feed a musing spirit on all that liehas seen and felt  But there are natures too indolent  or toosensitive to endure the dust the sunshine or the  rain the turmoil ofmoral and physical elements to which  all the wayfarers of the worldexpose themselves  For  such a mail how pleasant a miracle could lifebe made  to roll its variegated length by the threshold of his ownhermitage and the great globe as it were perform its  revolutions andshift its thousand scenes before his eyes  without whirling him onward inits course  If any mortal be favored with a lot analogous to this it isthe  tollgatherer  So at least have I often fancied while  loungingon a bench at the door of a small square edifice which stands betweenshore and shore in the midst of a long bridge  Beneath the timbers ebbsand flows an arm of the sea while above like the lifeblood through agreat artery the travel of the north and east is continually throbbingSitting on the aforesaid bench I amuse myself with a conceptionillustrated by numerous pencilsketches in the air of the tollgatherers dayIn the morningdim gray dewy summers morn the distant roll ofponderous wheels begins to mingle with my old friends slumbers creakingmore and more harshly through the midst of his dream and graduallyreplacing it with realities  Hardly conscious of the change from sleepto wakefulness he finds himself partly clad and throwing wide the tollgates for the passage of a fragrant load of hay  The timbers groanbeneath the slowrevolving wheels one sturdy yeoman stalks beside theoxen and peering from the summit of the hay by the glimmer of thehalfextinguished lantern over the tollhouse is seen the drowsy visageof his comrade who has enjoyed a nap some ten miles long  The toll ispaidcreak creak again go the wheels and the huge haymow vanishesinto the morning mist  As yet nature is but half awake and familiarobjects appear visionary  But yonder dashing from the shore with arattling thunder of the wheels and a confused clatter of hoofs comes thenevertiring mail which has hurried onward at the same headlongrestless rate all through the quiet night  The bridge resounds in onecontinued peal as the coach rolls on without a pause merely affordingthe tollgatherer a glimpse at the sleepy passengers who now bestirtheir torpid limbs and snuff a cordial in the briny air  The mornbreathes upon them and blushes and they forget how wearily the darknesstoiled away  And behold now the fervid day in his bright chariotglittering aslant over the waves nor scorning to throw a tribute of hisgolden beams on the tollgatherers little hermitage  The old man lookseastward and for he is a moralizer frames a simile of the stage coachand the sun While the world is rousing itself we may glance slightly atthe scene of our sketch  It sits above the bosom of the broad flood aspot not of earth but in the midst of waters which rush with amurmuring sound among the massive beams beneath  Over the door is aweatherbeaten board inscribed with the rates of toll in letters sonearly effaced that the gilding of the sunshine can hardly make themlegible  Beneath the window is a wooden bench on which a longsuccession of weary wayfarers have reposed themselves  Peeping withindoors we perceive the whitewashed walls bedecked with sundrylithographic prints and advertisements of various import and the immenseshowbill of a wandering caravan  And there sits our good old tollgatherer glorified by the early sunbeams  He is a man as his aspectmay announce of quiet soul and thoughtful shrewd yet simple mindwho of the wisdom which the passing world scatters along the waysidehas gathered a reasonable storeNow the sun smiles upon the landscape and earth smiles back again uponthe sky  Frequent now are the travellers  The tollgathererspractised ear can distinguish the weight of every vehicle the number ofits wheels and how many horses beat the resounding timbers with theiriron tramp  Here in a substantial family chaise setting forth betimesto take advantage of the dewy road come a gentleman and his wife withtheir rosycheeked little girl sitting gladsomely between them  Thebottom of the chaise is heaped with multifarious bandboxes and carpetbags and beneath the axle swings a leathern trunk dusty with yesterdaysjourney  Next appears a fourwheeled carryall peopled with a roundhalfdozen of pretty girls all drawn by a single horse and driven by asingle gentleman  Luckless wight doomed through a whole summer dayto be the butt of mirth and mischief among the frolicsome maidens  Boltupright in a sulky rides a thin sourvisaged man who as he pays histoll hands the tollgatherer a printed card to stick upon the wall  Thevinegarfaced traveller proves to be a manufacturer of pickles  Nowpaces slowly from timber to timber a horseman clad in black with,26
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                        TWICE TOLD TALES                    THE VISION OF THE FOUNTAIN                      By Nathaniel HawthorneAt fifteen I became a resident in a country village more than a hundredmiles from home  The morning after my arrivala September morning butwarm and bright as any in JulyI rambled into a wood of oaks with a fewwalnuttrees intermixed forming the closest shade above my head  Theground was rocky uneven overgrown with bushes and clumps of youngsaplings and traversed only by cattlepaths  The track which I chancedto follow led me to a crystal spring with a border of grass as freshlygreen as on May morning and overshadowed by the limb of a great oakOne solitary sunbeam found its way down and played like a goldfish inthe waterFrom my childhood I have loved to gaze into a spring  The water filleda circular basin small but deep and set round with stones some ofwhich were covered with slimy moss the others naked and of variegatedhue reddish white and brown  The bottom was covered with coarse sandwhich sparkled in the lonely sunbeam and seemed to illuminate the springwith an unborrowed light  In one spot the gush of the water violentlyagitated the sand but without obscuring the fountain or breaking theglassiness of its surface  It appeared as if some living creature wereabout to emergethe Naiad of the spring perhapsin the shape of abeautiful young woman with a gown of filmy watermoss a belt ofrainbowdrops and a cold pure passionless countenance  How would thebeholder shiver pleasantly yet fearfully to see her sitting on one ofthe stones paddling her white feet in the ripples and throwing upwater to sparkle in the sun  Wherever she laid her hands on grass andflowers they would immediately be moist as with morning dew  Thenwould she set about her labors like a careful housewife to clear thefountain of withered leaves and bits of slimy wood and old acorns fromthe oaks above and grains of corn left by cattle in drinking till thebright sand in the bright water were like a treasury of diamonds  Butshould the intruder approach too near he would find only the drops of asummer shower glistening about the spot where he had seen herReclining on the border of grass where the dewy goddess should havebeen I bent forward and a pair of eyes met mine within the waterymirror  They were the reflection of my own  I looked again and loanother face deeper in the fountain than my own image more distinct inall the features yet faint as thought  The vision had the aspect of afair young girl with locks of paly gold  A mirthful expression laughedin the eyes and dimpled over the whole shadowy countenance till itseemed just what a fountain would be if while dancing merrily into thesunshine it should assume the shape of woman  Through the dim rosinessof the cheeks I could see the brown leaves the slimy twigs the acornsand the sparkling sand  The solitary sunbeam was diffused among thegolden hair which melted into its faint brightness and became a gloryround that head so beautifulMy description can give no idea how suddenly the fountain was thustenanted and how soon it was left desolate  I breathed and there wasthe face  I held my breath and it was gone  Had it passed away orfaded into nothing  I doubted whether it had ever beenMy sweet readers what a dreamy and delicious hour did I spend wherethat vision found and left me  For a long time I sat perfectly stillwaiting till it should reappear and fearful that the slightest motionor even the flutter of my breath might frighten it away  Thus have Ioften started from a pleasant dream and then kept quiet in hopes towile it back  Deep were my musings as to the race and attributes ofthat ethereal being  Had I created her  Was she the daughter of myfancy akin to those strange shapes which peep under the lids ofchildrens eyes  And did her beauty gladden me for that one moment andthen die  Or was she a waternymph within the fountain or fairy orwoodland goddess peeping over my shoulder or the ghost of some forsakenmaid who had drowned herself for love  Or in good truth had a lovelygirl with a warm heart and lips that would bear pressure stolen softlybehind me and thrown her image into the springI watched and waited but no vision came again  I departed but with aspell upon me which drew me back that same afternoon to the hauntedspring  There was the water gushing the sand sparkling and the sunbeamglimmering  There the vision was not but only a great frog the hermitof that solitude who immediately withdrew his speckled snout and madehimself invisible all except a pair of long legs beneath a stoneMethought he had a devilish look  I could have slain himThus did the Vision leave me and many a doleful day succeeded to theparting moment  By the spring and in the wood and on the hill andthrough the village at dewy sunrise burning noon and at that magichour of sunset when she had vanished from my sight I sought her but invain  Weeks came and went months rolled away and she appeared not inthem  I imparted my mystery to none but wandered to and fro or sat insolitude like one that had caught a glimpse of heaven and could take nomore joy on earth  I withdrew into an inner world where my,26
This eBook was produced by David Widger                     MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE                      By Nathaniel Hawthorne                 PASSAGES FROM A RELINQUISHED WORKAT HOMEFrom infancy I was under the guardianship of a village parson whomade me the subject of daily prayer and the sufferer of innumerablestripes using no distinction as to these marks of paternal lovebetween myself and his own three boys  The result it must beowned has been very different in their cases and mine they beingall respectable men and well settled in life the eldest as thesuccessor to his fathers pulpit the second as a physician and thethird as a partner in a wholesale shoestore while I with betterprospects than either of them have run the course which this volumewill describe  Yet there is room for doubt whether I should havebeen any better contented with such success as theirs than with myown misfortunesat least till after my experience of the latterhad made it too late for another trialMy guardian had a name of considerable eminence and fitter for theplace it occupies in ecclesiastical history than for so frivolous apage as mine  In his own vicinity among the lighter part of hishearers he was called Parson Thumpcushion from the very forciblegestures with which he illustrated his doctrines Certainly if hispowers as a preacher were to be estimated by the damage done to hispulpitfurniture none of his living brethren and but few deadones would have been worthy even to pronounce a benediction afterhim  Such pounding and expounding the moment he began to growwarm such slapping with his open palm thumping with his closedfist and banging with the whole weight of the great Bibleconvinced me that he held in imagination either the Old Nick orsome Unitarian infidel at bay and belabored his unhappy cushion asproxy for those abominable adversaries  Nothing but this exerciseof the body while delivering his sermons could have supported thegood parsons health under the mental toil which they cost him incompositionThough Parson Thumpcushion had an upright heart and some called ita warm one he was invariably stern and severe on principle Isuppose to me  With late justice though early enough even nowto be tinctured with generosity I acknowledge him to have been agood and wise man after his own fashion  If his management failedas to myself it succeeded with his three sons nor I must franklysay could any mode of education with which it was possible for himto be acquainted have made me much better than what I was or led meto a happier fortune than the present He could neither change thenature that God gave me nor adapt his own inflexible mind to mypeculiar character  Perhaps it was my chief misfortune that I hadneither father nor mother alive for parents have an instinctivesagacity in regard to the welfare of their children and the childfeels a confidence both in the wisdom and affection of his parentswhich he cannot transfer to any delegate of their duties howeverconscientious  An orphans fate is hard be he rich or poor  Asfor Parson Thumpcushion whenever I see the old gentleman in mydreams he looks kindly and sorrowfully at me holding out his handas if each had something to forgive  With such kindness and suchforgiveness but without the sorrow may our next meeting beI was a youth of gay and happy temperament with an incorrigiblelevity of spirit of no vicious propensities sensible enough butwayward and fanciful  What a character was this to be brought incontact with the stern old Pilgrim spirit of my guardian  We wereat variance on a thousand points but our chief and final disputearose from the pertinacity with which he insisted on my adopting aparticular profession while I being heir to a moderate competencehad avowed my purpose of keeping aloof from the regular business oflife  This would have been a dangerous resolution anywhere in theworld it was fatal in New England  There is a grossness in theconceptions of my countrymen they will not be convinced that anygood thing may consist with what they call idleness they cananticipate nothing but evil of a young man who neither studiesphysic law nor gospel nor opens a store nor takes to farmingbut manifests an incomprehensible disposition to be satisfied withwhat his father left him  The principle is excellent in its generalinfluence but most miserable in its effect on the few that violateit  I had a quick sensitiveness to public opinion and felt as ifit ranked me with the tavern haunters and town pauperswith thedrunken poet who hawked his own Fourth of July odes and the brokensoldier who had been good for nothing since last war  Theconsequence of all this was a piece of lighthearted desperationI do not overestimate my notoriety when I take it for granted thatmany of my readers must have heard of me in the wild way of lifewhich I adopted  The idea of becoming a wandering storyteller hadbeen suggested a year or two before by an encounter with severalmerry vagabonds in a showmans wagon where they and I had shelteredourselves during a summer shower  The project was not moreextravagant than most which a young man forms Stranger ones areexecuted every day and not to mention my prototypes in the Eastand the wandering orators and poets whom my own ears have heard Ihad the example of one illustrious itinerant in the otherhemisphereof Goldsmith who planned and performed his travelsthrough France and Italy on a less promising scheme than mine  Itook credit to myself for various qualifications mental andpersonal suited to the undertaking Besides my mind had latterlytormented me for employment keeping up an irregular activity evenin sleep and,26
This eBook was produced by David Widger                        THE SNOWIMAGE                             AND                     OTHER TWICETOLD TALES                        SYLPH ETHEREGE                              By                      Nathaniel HawthorneOn a bright summer evening two persons stood among the shrubbery of agarden stealthily watching a young girl who sat in the window seat of aneighboring mansion  One of these unseen observers a gentleman wasyouthful and had an air of high breeding and refinement and a facemarked with intellect though otherwise of unprepossessing aspect  Hisfeatures wore even an ominous though somewhat mirthful expression whilehe pointed his long forefinger at the girl and seemed to regard her as acreature completely within the scope of his influenceThe charm works said he in a low but emphatic whisperDo you know Edward Hamiltonsince so you choose to be nameddo youknow said the lady beside him that I have almost a mind to break thespell at once  What if the lesson should prove too severe  True if myward could be thus laughed out of her fantastic nonsense she might bethe better for it through life  But then she is such a delicatecreature  And besides are you not ruining your own chance by puttingforward this shadow of a rivalBut will he not vanish into thin air at my bidding  rejoined EdwardHamilton  Let the charm workThe girls slender and sylphlike figure tinged with radiance from thesunset clouds and overhung with the rich drapery of the silken curtainsand set within the deep frame of the window was a perfect picture orrather it was like the original loveliness in a painters fancy fromwhich the most finished picture is but an imperfect copy  Though heroccupation excited so much interest in the two spectators she was merelygazing at a miniature which she held in her hand encased in white satinand red morocco nor did there appear to be any other cause for the smileof mockery and malice with which Hamilton regarded herThe charm works muttered he again  Our pretty Sylvias scorn willhave a dear retributionAt this moment the girl raised her eyes and instead of a lifelikesemblance of the miniature beheld the illomened shape of EdwardHamilton who now stepped forth from his concealment in the shrubberySylvia Etherege was an orphan girl who had spent her life till within afew months past under the guardianship and in the secluded dwelling ofan old bachelor uncle  While yet in her cradle she had been thedestined bride of a cousin who was no less passive in the betrothal thanherself  Their future union had been projected as the means of unitingtwo rich estates and was rendered highly expedient if notindispensable by the testamentary dispositions of the parents on bothsides  Edgar Vaughan the promised bridegroom had been bred frominfancy in Europe and had never seen the beautiful girl whose heart hewas to claim as his inheritance  But already for several years acorrespondence had been kept up between tine cousins and had produced anintellectual intimacy though it could but imperfectly acquaint them witheach others characterSylvia was shy sensitive and fanciful and her guardians secludedhabits had shut her out from even so much of the world as is generallyopen to maidens of her age  She had been left to seek associates andfriends for herself in the haunts of imagination and to converse withthem sometimes in the language of dead poets oftener in the poetry ofher own mind  The companion whom she chiefly summoned up was the cousinwith whose idea her earliest thoughts had been connected  She made avision of Edgar Vaughan and tinted it with stronger hues than a merefancypicture yet graced it with so many bright and delicateperfections that her cousin could nowhere have encountered so dangerousa rival  To this shadow she cherished a romantic fidelity  With itsairy presence sitting by her side or gliding along her favorite pathsthe loneliness of her young life was blissful her heart was satisfiedwith love while yet its virgin purity was untainted by the earthlinessthat the touch of a real lover would have left there  Edgar Vaughanseemed to be conscious of her character for in his letters he gave hera name that was happily appropriate to the sensitiveness of herdisposition the delicate peculiarity of her manners and the etherealbeauty both of her mind and person  Instead of Sylvia he called herSylphwith the prerogative of a cousin and a loverhis dear SylphEtheregeWhen Sylvia was seventeen her guardian died and she passed under thecare of Mrs Grosvenor a lady of wealth and fashion and Sylviasnearest relative though a distant one  While an inmate of MrsGrosvenors family she still preserved somewhat of her lifelong habitsof seclusion and shrank from a too familiar intercourse with thosearound her  Still too she was faithful to her cousin or to the shadowwhich bore his nameThe time now drew near when Edgar Vaughan whose education had beencompleted by an extensive range of travel was to revisit the soil of hisnativity  Edward Hamilton a young gentleman who had been Vaughanscompanion both in his studies and rambles had already recrossed theAtlantic bringing letters to Mrs Grosvenor and Sylvia Etherege  Thesecredentials insured him an earnest welcome which,26
This eBook was produced by David Widger                 THE DOLIVER ROMANCE AND OTHER PIECES                         TALES AND SKETCHES                       By Nathaniel Hawthorne                      OTHER TALES AND SKETCHESCONTENTS     My Visit To Niagara      The Antique Ring      Graves And GoblinsMY VISIT TO NIAGARANever did a pilgrim approach Niagara with deeper enthusiasm than mineI had lingered away from it and wandered to other scenes because mytreasury of anticipated enjoyments comprising all the wonders of theworld had nothing else so magnificent and I was loath to exchange thepleasures of hope for those of memory so soon  At length the day cameThe stagecoach with a Frenchman and myself on the back seat hadalready left Lewiston and in less than an hour would set us down inManchester  I began to listen for the roar of the cataract andtrembled with a sensation like dread as the moment drew nigh when itsvoice of ages must roll for the first time on my ear  The Frenchgentleman stretched himself from the window and expressed loudadmiration while by a sudden impulse I threw myself back and closedmy eyes  When the scene shut in I was glad to think that for me thewhole burst of Niagara was yet in futurity  We rolled on and enteredthe village of Manchester bordering on the fallsI am quite ashamed of myself here  Not that I ran like a madman to thefalls and plunged into the thickest of the spraynever stopping tobreathe till breathing was impossible not that I committed this orany other suitable extravagance  On the contrary I alighted withperfect decency and composure gave my cloak to the black waiterpointed out my baggage and inquired not the nearest way to thecataract but about the dinnerhour  The interval was spent inarranging my dress  Within the last fifteen minutes my mind had grownstrangely benumbed and my spirits apathetic with a slight depressionnot decided enough to be termed sadness  My enthusiasm was in adeathlike slumber  Without aspiring to immortality as he did I couldhave imitated that English traveller who turned back from the pointwhere he first heard the thunder of Niagara after crossing the ocean tobehold it  Many a Western trader by the by has performed a similaract of heroism with more heroic simplicity deeming it no such wonderfulfeat to dine at the hotel and resume his route to Buffalo or Lewistonwhile the cataract was roaring unseenSuch has often been my apathy when objects long sought and earnestlydesired were placed within my reach  After dinnerat which anunwonted and perverse epicurism detained me longer than usualI lighteda cigar and paced the piazza minutely attentive to the aspect andbusiness of a very ordinary village  Finally with reluctant step andthe feeling of an intruder I walked towards Goat Island  At thetollhouse there were further excuses for delaying the inevitablemoment  My signature was required in a huge ledger containing similarrecords innumerable many of which I read  The skin of a greatsturgeon and other fishes beasts and reptiles a collection ofminerals such as lie in heaps near the falls some Indian moccasinsand other trifles made of deerskin and embroidered with beads severalnewspapers from Montreal New York and Bostonall attracted me inturn  Out of a number of twisted sticks the manufacture of a TuscaroraIndian I selected one of curled maple curiously convoluted andadorned with the carved images of a snake and a fish  Using this as mypilgrims staff I crossed the bridge  Above and below me were therapids a river of impetuous snow with here and there a dark rock amidits whiteness resisting all the physical fury as any cold spirit didthe moral influences of the scene  On reaching Goat Island whichseparates the two great segments of the falls I chose the righthandpath and followed it to the edge of the American cascade  There whilethe falling sheet was yet invisible I saw the vapor that nevervanishes and the Eternal Rainbow of NiagaraIt was an afternoon of glorious sunshine without a cloud save those ofthe cataracts  I gained an insulated rock and beheld a broad sheet ofbrilliant and unbroken foam not shooting in a curved line from the topof the precipice but falling headlong down from height to depth  Anarrow stream diverged from the main branch and hurried over the cragby a channel of its own leaving a little pineclad island and a streakof precipice between itself and the larger sheet  Below arose themist on which was painted a dazzling sunbow with two concentricshadowsone almost as perfect as the original brightness and theother drawn faintly round the broken edge of the cloudStill I  had not half seen Niagara  Following the verge of the islandthe path led me to the Horseshoe where the real broad St Lawrencerushing along on a level with its banks pours its whole breadth over aconcave line of precipice and thence pursues its course between loftycrags towards Ontario  A sort of bridge two or three feet widestretches out along the edge of the descending sheet and hangs upon therising mist as if that were the foundation of the frail structureHere I stationed myself in the blast of wind which the rushing riverbore along with it  The bridge was tremulous beneath me and marked thetremor of the solid earth  I looked along the whitening rapids andendeavored to distinguish a mass of water far above the falls to followit to their verge and,0
This eBook was produced by David Widger                 THE DOLIVER ROMANCE AND OTHER PIECES                         TALES AND SKETCHES                       By Nathaniel Hawthorne                         TIMES PORTRAITUREBeing the Carriers Address to the Patrons of The Salem Gazette forthe 1st of January 1838ADDRESSKind PatronsWe newspaper carriers are Times errandboys and allthe year round the old gentleman sends us from one of your doors toanother to let you know what he is talking about and what he is doingWe are a strange set of urchins for punctually on New Years morningone and all of us are seized with a fit of rhyme and break forth in suchhideous strains that it would be no wonder if the infant Year with herstep upon the threshold were frightened away by the discord with whichwe strive to welcome her  On these occasions most generous patronsyou never fail to give us a taste of your bounty but whether as areward for our verses or to purchase a respite from further inflictionof them is best known to your worshipful selves  Moreover we Timeserrandboys as aforesaid feel it incumbent upon us on the first day ofevery year to present a sort of summary of our masters dealings withthe world throughout the whole of the preceding twelvemonth  Now ithas so chanced by a misfortune heretofore unheard of that I yourpresent petitioner have been altogether forgotten by the Muse  Insteadof being able as I naturally expected to measure my ideas into sixfoot lilies and tack a rhyme at each of their tails I find myselfthis blessed morning the same simple proser that I was yesterday andshall probably be tomorrow  And to my further mortification being ahumbleminded little sinner I feel no wise capable of talking to yourworships with the customary wisdom of my brethren and giving sageopinions as to what Time has done right and what he has done wrong andwhat of right or wrong he means to do hereafter  Such being my unhappypredicament it is with no small confusion of face that I make bold topresent myself at your doors  Yet it were surely a pity that my nonappearance should defeat your bountiful designs for the replenishing ofmy pockets  Wherefore I have bethought me that it might not displeaseyour worships to hear a few particulars about the person and habits ofFather Time with whom as being one of his errandboys I have moreacquaintance than most lads of my yearsFor a great many years past there has been a woodcut on the cover ofthe Farmers Almanac pretending to be a portrait of Father Time  Itrepresents that respectable personage as almost in a state of nuditywith a single lock of hair on his forehead wings on his shoulders andaccoutred with a scythe and an hourglass  These two latter symbolsappear to betoken that the old fellow works in haying time by the hourBut within my recollection Time has never carried a scythe and anhourglass nor worn a pair of wings nor shown himself in the halfnaked condition that the almanac would make us believe  Nowadays he isthe most fashionably dressed figure about town and I take it to be hisnatural disposition old as he is to adopt every fashion of the day andof the hour  Just at the present period you may meet him in a furredsurtout with pantaloons strapped under his narrowtoed boots on hishead instead of a single forelock he wears a smart auburn wig withbushy whiskers of the same hue the whole surmounted by a Germanlustrehat  He has exchanged his hourglass for a gold patentlever watchwhich he carries in his vestpocket and as for his scythe he haseither thrown it aside altogether or converted its handle into a canenot much stouter than a ridingswitch  If you stare him full in theface you will perhaps detect a few wrinkles but on a hasty glanceyou might suppose him to be in the very heyday of life as fresh as hewas in the garden of Eden  So much for the present aspect of Time butI by no means insure that the description shall suit him a month henceor even at this hour tomorrowIt is another very common mistake to suppose that Time wanders amongold ruins and sits on mouldering walls and mossgrown stonesmeditating about matters which everybody else has forgotten  Somepeople perhaps would expect to find him at the burialground in BroadStreet poring over the halfillegible inscriptions on the tombs of theHigginsons the HathornesNot Hawthorne as one of the presentrepresentatives of the family has seen fit to transmogrify a good oldnamethe Holyokes the Brownes the Olivers the Pickmans thePickerings and other worthies with whom he kept company of old  Somewould look for him on the ridge of Gallows Hill where in one of hisdarkest moods he and Cotton Mather hung the witches  But they need notseek him there  Time is invariably the first to forget his own deedshis own history and his own former associates  His place is in thebusiest bustle of the world  If you would meet Time face to face youhave only to promenade in Essex Street between the hours of twelve andone and there among beaux and belles you will see old Father Timeapparently the gayest of the gay  He walks arm in arm with the youngmen talking about balls and theatres and afternoon rides and midnightmerrymakings he recommends such and such a fashionable tailor andsneers at every garment of six months antiquity and generally beforeparting he invites,26
This eBook was produced by David Widger                 A WONDERBOOK FOR GIRLS AND BOYS                     By Nathaniel Hawthorne                        THE GORGONS HEADCONTENTSTANGLEWOOD PORCHIntroductory to The Gorgons HeadTHE GORGONS HEADTANGLEWOOD PORCHAfter the StoryThe author has long been of opinion that many of the classical mythswere capable of being rendered into very capital reading for childrenIn the little volume here offered to the public he has worked up half adozen of them with this end in view  A great freedom of treatment wasnecessary to his plan but it will be observed by every one who attemptsto render these legends malleable in his intellectual furnace that theyare marvellously independent of all temporary modes and circumstancesThey remain essentially the same after changes that would affect theidentity of almost anything elseHe does not therefore plead guilty to a sacrilege in having sometimesshaped anew as his fancy dictated the forms that have been hallowed byan antiquity of two or three thousand years  No epoch of time can claima copyright in these immortal fables  They seem never to have beenmade and certainly so long as man exists they can never perish butby their indestructibility itself they are legitimate subjects forevery age to clothe with its own garniture of manners and sentiment andto imbue with its own morality  In the present version they may havelost much of their classical aspect or at all events the author hasnot been careful to preserve it and have perhaps assumed a Gothic orromantic guiseIn performing this pleasant taskfor it has been really a task fit forhot weather and one of the most agreeable of a literary kind which heever undertookthe author has not always thought it necessary to writedownward in order to meet the comprehension of children  He hasgenerally suffered the theme to soar whenever such was its tendencyand when he himself was buoyant enough to follow without an effortChildren possess an unestimated sensibility to whatever is deep or highin imagination or feeling so long as it is simple likewise  It isonly the artificial and the complex that bewilder themLenox July 15 1851THE GORGONS HEADTANGLEWOOD PORCHINTRODUCTORY TO THE GORGONS HEADBeneath the porch of the countryseat called Tanglewood one fineautumnal morning was assembled a merry party of little folks with atall youth in the midst of them  They had planned a nutting expeditionand were impatiently waiting for the mists to roll up the hillslopesand for the sun to pour the warmth of the Indian summer over the fieldsand pastures and into the nooks of the manycolored woods  There was aprospect of as fine a day as ever gladdened the aspect of this beautifuland comfortable world  As yet however the morning mist filled up thewhole length and breadth of the valley above which on a gently slopingeminence the mansion stoodThis body of white vapor extended to within less than a hundred yards ofthe house  It completely hid everything beyond that distance except afew ruddy or yellow treetops which here and there emerged and wereglorified by the early sunshine as was likewise the broad surface ofthe mist  Four or five miles off to the southward rose the summit ofMonument Mountain and seemed to be floating on a cloud  Some fifteenmiles farther away in the same direction appeared the loftier Dome ofTaconic looking blue and indistinct and hardly so substantial as thevapory sea that almost rolled over it  The nearer hills which borderedthe valley were half submerged and were specked with littlecloudwreaths all the way to their tops  On the whole there was so muchcloud and so little solid earth that it had the effect of a visionThe children abovementioned being as full of life as they could holdkept overflowing from the porch of Tanglewood and scampering along thegravelwalk or rushing across the dewy herbage of the lawn  I canhardly tell how many of these small people there were not less thannine or ten however nor more than a dozen of all sorts sizes andages whether girls or boys  They were brothers sisters and cousinstogether with a few of their young acquaintances who had been invitedby Mr and Mrs Pringle to spend some of this delightful weather withtheir own children at Tanglewood  I am afraid to tell you their namesor even to give them any names which other children have ever beencalled by because to my certain knowledge authors sometimes getthemselves into great trouble by accidentally giving the names of realpersons to the characters in their books  For this reason I mean tocall them Primrose Periwinkle Sweet Fern Dandelion Blue Eye CloverHuckleberry Cowslip Squashblossom Milkweed Plantain and Buttercupalthough to be sure such titles might better suit a group of fairiesthan a company of earthly childrenIt is not to be supposed that these little folks were to be permitted bytheir careful fathers and mothers uncles aunts or grandparents tostray abroad into the woods and fields without the guardianship of someparticularly grave and elderly person  O no indeed  In the firstsentence of my book you will recollect that I spoke of a tall youthstanding in the midst of the children  His nameand I shall let youknow his real name because he considers it a great honor to have toldthe stories that are here to be printedhis name was Eustace BrightHe was a student at Williams College and had reached I think at thisperiod the venerable age of eighteenyears so that he felt quite likea grandfather towards Periwinkle Dandelion Huckleberry Squashblossom Milkweed and the rest who were only half or a third asvenerable as he  A trouble in his eyesight such as many students thinkit necessary to have nowadays in order,9
Produced by Scott Pfenninger Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHALFHOURSWITHGREAT STORY TELLERS_ARTEMUS WARD GEORGE MACDONALDMAX ADELER SAMUEL LOVERAND OTHERS_1891CONTENTSGREY DOLPHIN _Richard Harris Barham_MOSES THE SASSY _Artemus Ward_MR COLUMBUS CORIANDERS GORILLATHE FATE OF YOUNG CHUBB _Max Adeler_BOOTS AT THE HOLLYTREE INN _Charles Dickens_THE ENTHUSIAST IN ANATOMY _John Oxenford_THE LIGHT PRINCESS _George Macdonald_LEGEND OF THE LITTLE WEAVER _Samuel Lover_GREY DOLPHINHe wontwont he Then bring me my boots said the BaronConsternation was at its height in the castle of Shurlanda catiff haddared to disobey the Baron andthe Baron had called for his bootsA thunderbolt in the great hall had been a _bagatelle_ to itA few days before a notable miracle had been wrought in theneighborhood and in those times miracles were not so common as theyare now no royal balloons no steam no railroadswhile the fewsaints who took the trouble to walk with their heads under their armsor to pull the Devil by the nose scarcely appeared above once in acenturyso the affair made the greatest sensationThe clock had done striking twelve and the Clerk of Chatham wasuntrussing his points preparatory to seeking his trucklebed a halfemptied tankard of mild ale stood at his elbow the roasted crab yetfloating on its surface Midnight had surprised the worthy functionarywhile occupied in discussing it and with his task yet unaccomplishedHe meditated a mighty draft one hand was fumbling with his tags whilethe other was extended in the act of grasping the jorum when a knockon the portal solemn and sonorous arrested his fingers It wasrepeated thrice ere Emmanuel Saddleton had presence of mind sufficientto inquire who sought admittance at that untimeous hourOpen open good Clerk of St Bridgets said a female voice smallyet distinct and sweetan excellent thing in womanThe Clerk arose crossed to the doorway and undid the latchetOn the threshold stood a lady of surpassing beauty her robes wererich and large and full and a diadem sparkling with gems that sheda halo around crowned her brow she beckoned the Clerk as he stood inastonishment before herEmmanuel said the lady and her tones sounded like those of a silverflute Emmanuel Saddleton truss up your points and follow meThe worthy Clerk stated aghast at the vision the purple robe thecymar the coronetabove all the smile no there was no mistakingher it was the blessed St Bridget herselfAnd what could have brought the sainted lady out of her warm shrine atsuch a time of night and on such a night for it was dark as pitchand metaphorically speaking rained cats and dogsEmmanuel could not speak so he looked the questionNo matter for that said the saint answering to his thought Nomatter for that Emmanuel Saddleton only follow me and youll seeThe Clerk turned a wistful eye at the corner cupboardOh never mind the lantern Emmanuel youll not want it but you maybring a mattock and a shovel As she spoke the beautiful apparitionheld up her delicate hand From the tip of each of her long taperfingers issued a lambent flame of such surpassing brilliancy as wouldhave plunged a whole gas company into despairit was a Hand ofGlory Footnote One of the uses to which this mystic chandelier wasput was the protection of secreted treasure Blow out all the fingersat one puff and you had the money such a one as tradition tells usyet burns in Rochester Castle every St Marks Eve Many are the daringindividuals who have watched in Gundulphs Tower hoping to find itand the treasure it guards but none of them ever didThis way Emmanuel and a flame of peculiar radiance streamed fromher little finger as it pointed to the pathway leading to thechurchyardSaddleton shouldered his tools and followed in silenceThe cemetery of St Bridgets was some halfmile distant from theClerks domicile and adjoined a chapel dedicated to that illustriouslady who after leading but a soso life had died in the odor ofsanctity Emmanuel Saddleton was fat and scant of breath the mattockwas heavy and the Saint walked too fast for him he paused to takesecond wind at the end of the first furlongEmmanuel said the holy lady goodhumoredly for she heard himpuffing rest awhile Emmanuel and Ill tell you what I want withyouHer auditor wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked allattention and obedienceEmmanuel continued she what did you and Father Fothergill and therest of you mean yesterday by burying that drowned man so close to meHe died in mortal sin Emmanuel no shrift no unction no absolutionwhy he might as well have been excommunicated He plagues me with hisgrinning and I cant have any peace in my shrine You must howk him upagain EmmanuelTo be sure madamemy ladythat is your holiness stammeredSaddleton trembling at the thought of the task assigned him To besure your ladyship onlythat isEmmanuel said the saint youll do my bidding or it would bebetter you had and her eye changed from a doves eye to that of ahawk and a flash came from it as bright as the one from her littlefinger The Clerk shook in his shoes and again dashing the coldperspiration from his brow followed the footsteps of his mysteriousguideThe next morning all Chatham was in an uproar The Clerk of StBridgets had found himself at home at daybreak seated in his ownarmchair the fire outandthe tankard of ale out too Who had drunkitwhere had he beenhow had he got homeall was mysteryheremembered a mass of things but nothing distinctly all was fog andfantasy What he could clearly recollect was that he had dug up theGrinning Sailor and that the Saint had helped to throw him into theriver again All was thenceforth wonderment and devotion Masses weresung tapers were kindled bells were tolled the monks of St Romualdhad a solemn procession the abbot at their head the sacristan attheir tail and the holy breeches of St Thomas a Becket in the centreFather Fothergill brewed a XXX puncheon of holy water The Rood ofGillingham was deserted the chapel of Rainham forsaken every one whohad a soul to be saved flocked,13
This etext was produced by Gardner BuchananTHE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICAWITH THE BOLSHEVIKS IN BERLIN AND OTHER IMPOSSIBILITIESBy Stephen Leacock   CONTENTSI   THE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICAII  WITH THE BOLSHEVIKS IN BERLINIII AFTERNOON TEA WITH THE SULTANIV  ECHOES OF THE WAR   1 The Boy Who Came Back   2 The War Sacrifices of Mr Spugg   3 If Germany Had Won   4 War and Peace at the Galaxy Club   5 The War News as I Remember It   6 Some Just Complaints About the War   7 Some Startling Side Effects of the WarV   OTHER IMPOSSIBILITIES   1 The Art of Conversation   2 Heroes and Heroines   3 The Discovery of America   4 Politics from Within   5 The Lost Illusions of Mr Sims   6 Fetching the DoctorIThe Hohenzollerns in AmericaPREFACEThe proper punishment for the Hohenzollerns and theHapsburgs and the Mecklenburgs and the Muckendorfsand all such puppets and princelings is that they shouldbe made to work and not made to work in the glitteringand glorious sense as generals and chiefs of staff andlegislators and landbarons but in the plain and humblepart of laborers looking for a job that they shouldcarry a hod and wield a trowel and swing a pick and atthe days end be glad of a humble supper and a nightsrest that they should work in short as millions ofpoor emigrants out of Germany have worked for generationspast that there should be about them none of the prestigeof fallen grandeur that if it were possible by sometrick of magic or change of circumstance the worldshould know them only as laboring men with the dignityand divinity of kingship departed out of them that assuch they should stand or fall live or starve as bestthey might by the work of their own hands and brainsCould this be done the world would have a better ideaof the thin stuff out of which autocratic kingship isfashionedIt is a favourite fancy of mine to imagine thistransformation actually brought about and to picturethe Hohenzollerns as an immigrant family departing forAmerica their trunks and boxes on their backs theirbundles in their handsThe fragments of a diary that here follow present thedetails of such a picture It is written or imagined tobe written by the former Princess Frederica ofHohenzollern I do not find her name in the Almanach deGotha Perhaps she does not exist But from the textbelow she is to be presumed to be one of the innumerablenieces of the German EmperorCHAPTER IOn Board the SS America WednesdayAt last our embarkation is over and we are at sea I amso glad it is done It was dreadful to see poor UncleWilliam and Uncle Henry and Cousin Willie and CousinFerdinand of Bulgaria coming up the gangplank into thesteerage with their boxes on their backs They lookedso different in their rough clothes Uncle William iswearing an old blue shirt and a red handkerchief roundhis neck and his hair looks thin and unkempt and hismoustache draggled and his face unshaved His eyes seemwatery and wandering and his little withered arm sopathetic Is it possible he was always really like thatAt the top of the gangplank he stood still a minutehis box still on his back and said This then is thepathway to Saint Helena I heard an officer down on thedock call up Now then my man move on there smartlyplease And I saw some young roughs pointing at Uncleand laughing and saying Look at the old guy with thered handkerchief Is he batty ehThe forward deck of the steamer the steerage deck whichis the only place that we are allowed to go was crowdedwith people all poor and with their trunks and boxesand paper bags all round them When Uncle set down hisbox there was soon quite a little crowd around him sothat I could hardly see him But I could hear themlaughing and I knew that they were taking a rise outof him as they call itjust as they did in theemigration sheds on shore I heard Uncle say Let winebe brought I am faint and some one else said Yeslet it and there arose a big shout of laughterCousin Willie had sneaked away with his box down to thelower deck I thought it mean of him not to stay withhis father I never noticed till now what a sneaking faceCousin Willie has In his uniform as Crown Prince itwas different But in his shabby clothes among theserough people he seems so changed He walks with a meanstoop and his eyes look about in such a furtive waynever still I saw one of the ships officers watchinghim very closely and sternlyCousin Karl of Austria and Cousin Ruprecht of Bavariaare not here We thought they were to come on this shipbut they are not here We could hardly believe that theship would sail without themI managed to get Uncle William out of the crowd and downbelow He was glad to get off the deck He seemed afraidto look at the sea and when we got into the big cabinhe clutched at the cover of the port and said Shut ithelp me shut it shut out the sound of the sea and thenfor a little time he sat on one of the bunks all hunchedup and muttering Dont let me hear the sea dont letme hear it His eyes looked so queer and fixed that Ithought he must be in a sort of fit or seizure ButUncle Henry and Cousin Willie and Cousin Ferdinand cameinto the cabin and he got better againCousin Ferdinand has got hold of a queer long overcoatwith the sleeves turned up and a little round hat andlooks exactly like a Jew He says he traded one of ourempty boxes for the coat and hat I never noticed beforehow queer and thick Cousin Ferdinands speech is andhow much he gesticulates with his hands when he talksI am sure that when I,32
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHERBERT CARTERS LEGACYORTHE INVENTORS SONBYHORATIO ALGER JRAUTHOR OFStrong and Steady Strive and Succeed Try and Trust Bound ToRise EtcNEW YORKBIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHYHoratio Alger Jr an author who lived among and for boys and himselfremained a boy in heart and association till death was born atRevere Mass January 13 1834 He was the son of a clergyman wasgraduated at Harvard College in 1852 and at its Divinity School in1860 and was pastor of the Unitarian Church at Brewster Mass in186266In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing publicattention to the condition and needs of street boys He mingled withthem gained their confidence showed a personal concern in theiraffairs and stimulated them to honest and useful living With hisfirst story he won the hearts of all redblooded boys everywhere andof the seventy or more that followed over a million copies were soldduring the authors lifetimeIn his later life he was in appearance a short stout baldheadedman with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amusedall who met him He died at Natick Mass July 18 1899Mr Algers stories are as popular now as when first publishedbecause they treat of real live boys who were always up and aboutjust like the boys found everywhere today They are pure in tone andinspiring in influence and many reforms in the juvenile life of NewYork may be traced to them Among the best known areStrong and Steady Strive and Succeed Try and Trust Bound toRise Risen from the Ranks Herbert Carters Legacy Brave and BoldJacks Ward Shifting for Himself Wait and Hope Paul the PeddlerPhil the Fiddler Slow and Sure Julius the Street Boy Tom theBootblack Struggling Upward Facing the World The Cash Boy MakingHis Way Tony the Tramp Joes Luck Do and Dare Only an Irish BoySink or Swim A Cousins Conspiracy Andy Gordon Bob Burton HarryVane Hectors Inheritance Mark Masons Triumph Sams Chance TheTelegraph Boy The Young Adventurer The Young Outlaw The YoungSalesman and Luke WaltonIllustration It is practical I will pay one thousand dollars a yearfor ten years for a half interest in the inventionCHAPTER IMRS CARTER RECEIVES A LETTERIs that the latest style inquired James Leech with a sneerpointing to a patch on the knee of Herbert Carters pantsHerberts face flushed He was not ashamed of the patch for he knewthat his mothers poverty made it a necessity But he felt that it wasmean and dishonorable in James Leech whose father was one of the richmen of Wrayburn to taunt him with what he could not help Some boysmight have slunk away abashed but Herbert had pluck and stood hisgroundIt is my style he answered firmly looking James boldly in thefaceI admire your taste then returned James with a smooth sneerThen you had better imitate it retorted HerbertThank you said James in the same insulting tone Would you lendme your pants for a pattern Excuse me though perhaps you have noother pairFor shame James exclaimed one or two boys who had listened to thecolloquy stirred to indignation by this heartless insult on the partof James Leech to a boy who was deservedly a favorite with them allHerberts fist involuntarily doubled and James though he did notknow it ran a narrow chance of getting a good whipping But our younghero controlled himself not without some difficulty and said Ihave one other pair and these are at your service whenever yourequire themThen turning to the other boys he said in a changed tone Whos infor a game of ballI said one promptlyAnd I said anotherHerbert walked away accompanied by the other boys leaving JamesLeech aloneJames looked after him with a scowl He was sharp enough to see thatHerbert in spite of his patched pants was a better scholar and agreater favorite than himself He had intended to humiliate him on thepresent occasion but he was forced to acknowledge that he had comeoff second best from the encounter He walked moodily away and tookwhat comfort he could in the thought that he was far superior to a boywho owned but two pairs of pants and one of them patched He wasfoolish enough to feel that a boy or man derived importance from theextent of his wardrobe and exulted in the personal possession ofeight pairs of pantsThis scene occurred at recess After school was over Herbert walkedhome He was a little thoughtful There was no disgrace in a patch ashe was sensible enough to be aware Still he would have a littlepreferred not to wear one That was only natural In that point Isuppose my readers will fully agree with him But he knew very wellthat his mother who had been left a widow had hard work enough toget along as it was and he had no idea of troubling her on thesubject Besides he had a better suit for Sundays neat though plainand he felt that he ought not to be disturbed by James LeechsinsolenceSo thinking he neared the small house which he called home It was asmall cottage with something less than an acre of land attachedenough upon which to raise a few vegetables It belonged to hismother nominally but was mortgaged for half its value to SquireLeech the father of James The amount of the mortgage precisely wasseven hundred and fifty dollars It had cost his father fifteenhundred When he built it obtaining half this sum on mortgage hehoped to pay it up by degrees but it turned out that from sicknessand other causes this proved impossible When five months before hehad died suddenly the house which was all he left was subject tothis incumbrance Upon this interest was payable semiannually at therate of six per cent Fortyfive dollars a year is not a large sumbut it seemed very large to Mrs Carter when added to their necessaryexpenses for food clothing and fuel How it was to be paid she didnot exactly see The same problem had perplexed Herbert who like agood son as he was shared his,13
Produced by Avinash Kothare Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHASTE AND WASTEORTHE YOUNG PILOT OF LAKE CHAMPLAINA STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLEBYOLIVER OPTICBIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHYWilliam Taylor Adams American author better known and loved byboys and girls through his pseudonym Oliver Optic was born July30 1822 in the town of Medway Norfolk County Massachusetts abouttwentyfive miles from Boston For twenty years he was a teacher inthe Public Schools of Boston where he came in close contact with boylife These twenty years taught him how to reach the boys heart andinterest as the popularity of his books attestHis story writing began in 1850 when he was twentyeight years oldand his first book was published in 1853 He also edited The OliverOptic Magazine The Student and Schoolmate Our Little OnesMr Adams died at the age of seventyfive years in Boston March27 1897He was a prolific writer and his stories are most attractive andunobjectionable Most of his books were published in series Probablythe most famous of these is The Boat Club Series which comprisesthe following titlesThe Boat Club All Aboard Now or Never Try Again Poorand Proud Little by Little All of these titles will be found inthis editionOther wellknown series are his Soldier Boy Series Sailor BoySeries Woodville Stories The Woodville Stories will also befound in this editionCHAPTER ITHE SQUALL ON THE LAKEStand by Captain John shouted Lawry Wilford a stout boy offourteen as he stood at the helm of a sloop which was going beforethe wind up Lake ChamplainWhats the matter Lawry demanded the captainWere going to have a squall continued the young pilot as heglanced at the tall peaks of the AdirondacksThere was a squall in those clouds in the judgment of LawryWilford but having duly notified the captain of the impending dangerto his craft he did not assume any further responsibility in themanagement of the sloop It was very quiet on the lake the water wassmooth and the tiny waves sparkled in the bright sunshine There wasno roll of distant thunder to admonish the voyagers and the youth atthe helm was so much accustomed to squalls and tempests which are offrequent occurrence on the lake that they had no terrors to him Itwas dinnertime and the young pilot fearful that the unexpectedguest might reduce the rations to a low ebb for the second table wasmore concerned about this matter than about the squallCaptain John as he was familiarly called on board the_Missisque_ which was the name of the sloop was not a man tobe cheated out of any portion of his dinner by the approach of asquall and though his jaws may have moved more rapidly after theannouncement of the young pilot he did not neglect even the greenapplepies the first of the season prepared with care and skill byMrs Captain John who resided on board and did doctors duty atthe galley Captain John did not abate a single mouthful of the mealthough he knew how rapidly the mountain showers and squalls travelover the lake The sloop did not usually make more than four or fivemiles an hour being deeply laden with lumber which was piled up sohigh on the deck that the mainsail had to be reefed to make room foritThe passenger Mr Randall was a director of a country bankjourneying to Shoreham about twenty miles above the point where hehad embarked in the _Missisque_ He had crossed the lake in theferry intending to take the steamer at Westport for his destinationBeing a man who was always in a hurry but never in season he hadreached the steamboat landing just in time to see the boat movingoff Procuring a wherry and a boy to row it he had boarded the_Missisque_ as she passed up the lake and though the sloop wasnot a passengerboat Captain John had consented to land him atShorehamMr Randall was a landsman and had a proper respect for squalls andtempests even on a freshwater lake He heard the announcement ofLawry Wilford with a feeling of dread and apprehension andstraightway began to conjure up visions of a terrible shipwreck andof sole survivors clinging with the madness of desperation to brokenspars in the midst of the stormtossed waters But Mr Randall was adirector of a country bank and a certain amount of dignity wasexpected and required of him His official position before the peopleof Vermont demanded that he should not give way to idle fears IfCaptain Jones who was not a bank director could keep cool it wasMr Randalls solemn duty to remain unmoved or at least to appear toremain soThe passenger finished the first course of the dinner which MrsCaptain John had made a little more elaborate than usual in honor ofthe distinguished guest but he complained of the smallness of hisappetite and it was evident that he did not enjoy the meal after thebrief colloquy between the skipper and the pilot He was nervous hisdignity was a bore to him and was maintained at an immensesacrifice of personal ease but he persevered until a piece of thedainty greenapple pie was placed before him when he lacerated thetender feelings of Mrs Captain John by abruptly leaving the tableand rushing on deckThis hurried movement was hardly to be regarded as a sacrifice ofhis dignity for it was made with what even the skippers lady wascompelled to allow was a reasonable excuseGracious exclaimed Mr Randall as the tempting piece of greenapplepie reeking with indigenous juices was placed before himAt the same moment the bank director further indicated hisastonishment and horror by slapping both hands upon his breast in astyle worthy of Brutus when Rome was in perilWhats the matter squire demanded Captain John dropping hisknife and fork and suspending the operation of his vigorous jawstill an explanation could be obtainedIve left my coat on deck replied Mr Randall rising from hischairIts just as safe there as twould be on your back squire addedthe skipperTheres six thousand dollars in the pocket of that coat said thebank director with a gasp of apprehension Wheres my coatdemanded heThere it is replied Lawry,13
Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamJane Allen JuniorByEdith BancroftAuthor ofJane Allen of the SubTeam Jane Allen Right Guard JaneAllen Center EtcIllustrated byThelma GoochCONTENTSCHAPTER    I  THE GETTOGETHER   II  A SHADOW IN FORECAST  III  THE MISFIT FRESHMAN   IV  THRILLING NEWS    V  THREATS AND DEFIANCE   VI  JANE AND JUDITH  VII  A QUEER MIXUP VIII  TO THE RESCUE   IX  WHAT HAPPENED TO JUDITH    X  THE INTERLUDE   XI  A TWICE TOLD TALE  XII  A WILD NIGHT OF IT XIII  THE AFTERMATH  XIV  PLEADING FOR TIME   XV  THE PICKET AND THE SPOOK  XVI  THE HIDDEN CHAMBER XVII  BEHOLD THE GHOST OF LENOX HALLXVIII  FAITHFUL FROLIC  XIX  THE MIRACLE   XX  TOUCHSTONE  XXI  CRAMMING EVENTS XXII  STARTLING DISCLOSURESXXIII  THE DANCE XXIV  KING PIN OF THE FRESHIES  XXV  THE DAY AFTER THE BIG NIGHT XXVI  A SURPRISE IN RECORDSXXVII  THE REAL STORYCHAPTER ITHE GET TOGETHERThe late September day waved back at Summer graceful as a childsaying goodbye with a soft dimply hand and just as fitful were thegleams of warm sunshine that lazed through the stately trees on thebroad campus of Wellington College It was a brave daySummerdefying Nature swishing her silken skirts of transparentiridescence into the leaves already trembling before the master handof Autumn with his brush poised for their fateful stroke ofpoisoned beauty every last bud of weed or flower bursting in heroictribute and every breeze cheering the pageant in that farewell toSummerIf school didnt start just now commented Norma Travers Iwonder what we would do Everything else seems to stop shortI never saw shadows come and go so weirdly on any other first dayadded Judith Stearns ominously I hope it doesnt mean a sign asVelma Sigbee would put it and dark eyed Judith waved her armsabove her black head to ward off the blowIs it too early to suggest science lisped Maud Leslie timidlyIve been reading about the possible change of climate and itsrelation to the suns rays going wild into space I dont want tostart anything but it might be judicious to buy more furs nextSummer Also it might justify the premonitory fadDont you dare warned Ted Guthrie puffing beneath her prettiestcrocheted sweater and rolling down from her chosen mound on thenatural steps of the poplar tree slope Its bad enough to think oficy days up here far far away from the happy laughing world of hotchocolate and warm movie seats and she rolled one more step nearerthe boxwood lined path but to tag on science and insinuate we areto be glazed mummies ugh and the redoubtable Ted groaned a gruntthat threatened havoc to the aforesaid handsome sweaterThere there Teddy dear dont take on so soothed Maud rescuingthe others new silver pencil that was rapidly sliding further awayfrom Ted with the pretty open hand bag I had entirely forgottenhow you despise ice sports And you so lovely and fat for fallingYou should love em insisted the studious MaudBeing fat isnt all itsCracked up to be assisted Judith Stearns I quote freely Thatsone of Tim JacksonsWhere have I heard the line before mimicked Theodosia Daltonotherwise Dozia the Fearless It has a chummy tone All of which isas naught to the question Where is Jane Never knew her to miss theline up here And I even tapped at her door Judy where is Janedemanded DoziaAm I my chums keeper Cant Jane attend to her own mortal baggagewithout incurring the wrath of the multitude and Judith sprang upfrom her spot on the leaf laden lawn Also she cast a glance ofapprehension along the path where Jane Allen should at least now beseen on her way Perhaps Jane feels we should forswear this momentof mirth being juniors and stepping aside from all the others Theycall it the Whisper you know count of the whispering poplarabove with a grandiose wave at the innocent tree But I wouldmuch prefer a chuckle wouldnt you TedThere you go again or rather also flung back the stout girl Imust take all the cracks and the chuckles and presently some naivelittle freshie will amble along and ask me if I happen to be one ofthe soap bubbles she just blew off her penny pipe and thepneumatic cheeks puffed out in bubble mockeryNow Teddy dear Dont fret Everyone is just jealous because youreso lovely and comfy looking appeased Nettie Brocton the dimplegirl But I really do think this whisper is awfully childishRather makes the strangers feel we are whispering about themIf they only knew sighed Ted I am the usual backstop for allfrivolity But if it comes to giving up this lovely loafing hourunder our own grandmother poplar I say girls go ahead and knockbut spare the whisper Id die if I had to go tramping around seeingthings and saying hello to that mob with a sweeping wave of herone free arm the other was around Janet Clarkes waistYou are right little girl it is lovely to gather here and let theothers do the traipsing And as for the whisper anyone within sightmay also hear for this is a shout rather than a whisper The realpoint is we are gathered together while others are scattered apartBut where is Jane Allen I always look to her to start things andwe cant stay here all day alluring as is the grandmother poplarWe have juties girls juties Dozia Dalton had risen to herfull height which measured more feet and inches than her latestkitchen door records verified and her hair now wound around herhead like a big brown braided coffee cake added a few more inchesin spite of all the flat pinning Dozia took refuge in It may beattractive to be tall and slender but somehow old Dame Nature has away of keeping her pets humble She loves,26
Produced by Charles Franks Christopher Lundand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamJACK OF THE PONY EXPRESSOrThe Young Rider of the Mountain TrailsByFRANK V WEBSTERCONTENTSCHAPTERI JACK IN THE SADDLEII POSTMISTRESS JENNIEIII A NARROW ESCAPEIV IMPORTANT LETTERSV JUST IN TIMEVI THE SECRET MINEVII THE STRANGERS AGAINVIII A NIGHT ATTACK IX IN BONDSX A QUEER DISCOVERYXI DUMMY LETTERSXII A RIDE FOR LIFEXIII THE INSPECTORXIV THE CHASEXV A CAUTIONXVI SUNGER GOES LAMEXVII AN INVITATION DECLINEDXVIII A QUEER FEELINGXIX A DESPERATE RIDEXX AT GOLDEN CROSSINGXXI THE ARGENT LETTERSXXII THE MASKED MANXXIII THE ESCAPEXXIV JACKS IDEAXXV JACKS TRICKCONCLUSIONCHAPTER IJACK IN THE SADDLEYour father is a little late tonight isnt he JackYes Mrs Watson he should have been here a halfhour ago and he wouldtoo if he had ridden Sunger instead of his own horseYou think a lot of that pony of yours dont you Jack and amotherlylooking woman came to the doorway of a small cottage and peeredup the mountain trail which ran in front of the building Out on thetrail itself stood a tall bronzed lad who was in fact about seventeenyears of age but whose robust frame and athletic build made him appearseveral years olderYes Mrs Watson the boy answered with a smile I do think a lot ofSunger and hes worth it tooYes I guess he is And he can travel swiftly too My goodness The wayyou sometimes clatter past my house makes me think youll sure have anaccident Sometimes Im so nervous I cant look at youSunger is pretty surefooted even on worse mountain trails than the onefrom Rainbow Ridge to Golden Crossing answered Jack with a laugh thatshowed his white even teeth which formed a strange contrast to his tannedfaceSunger repeated Mrs Watson musingly What an odd name I often wonderhow you came to call him thatIt isnt his real name explained Jack as he gave another look up thetrail over which the rays of the declining sun were shining and thenwalked up to the porch where he sat down The pony was once owned by aMexican miner and he named him something in Spanish which meant that thelittle horse could go so fast that he dodged the sun Sundodger was whatthe name would be in English I suppose and after I bought him thats whatI called himBut Sundodger is too much of a mouthful when ones in a hurry and Jacklaughed at his idea so he went on I shortened it to Sunger whichdoes just as wellYes as long as he knows it agreed Mrs Watson But I guess Jack Ihad better be going I did think Id wait until your father came and putthe supper on for you both but hes so late nowYes Mrs Watson dont wait interrupted Jack I dont know what tomake of dads being so late But were used to getting our own meals soyou neednt worry Well get along all rightOh I know you will For two menfor you are getting so big I shall haveto call you a man and she smiled at him For two men you really getalong very well indeedYes Im getting to be something of a cook myself admitted the lad ButI cant quite equal your biscuits yet and theres no use saying I canHowever you baked a pretty good batch this afternoon and dad sure will bepleased when he sees em I wish hed come while theyre hot though andonce more Jack Bailey arose and went out to peer up the trail He listenedintently but his sharp senses caught no sound of clattering hoofs norsight of a horseman coming down the slope a good view of which could behad from in front of the house that stood on a bend in the roadWell then Ill be getting along Mrs Watson resumed as she threw ashawl over her shoulders for though the day had been warm there was acoolness in the mountain air with the coming of night Everything is allready to dishup went on the motherlylooking woman as she went out ofthe front gate The chicken is hot on the back of the stoveOh well make out all right thank you called Jack after her as shestarted down the trail Mrs Watson lived about a quarter of a mile awayHer husband was a miner and she had a grown daughter so it was quiteconvenient for Mrs Watson to come over twice a week or oftener onoccasions and do the housework in the cottage where Mr Peter Bailey andhis son Jack lived Mrs Watson would do the sweeping dusting and as muchcooking as she had time for and then go back to her own homeJacks mother was dead and he and his father had managed for some yearswithout the services of a housekeeper Mr Bailey was a pony express ridercarrying the mail and small express packages between the settlements ofRainbow Ridge and Golden Crossing Mr Bailey and Jack lived on theoutskirts of Rainbow RidgeThis was in the Rocky Mountain country of one of our western states andthe trails were so wild and winding and for that matter so unsafe thatit was out of the question to use a mail or stage coach between the twoplacesFrom Rainbow Ridge however there was a stage route going east which tookthe mail and express matter as it was brought in by Mr Bailey And fromGolden Crossing going west the same arrangement was made Golden Crossingwas a settlement on the banks of the Ponto River a small enough stream inordinary times but which was wild and dangerous during heavy rains orfreshetsSo the pony express as run by Mr Bailey was the only regular means ofcommunication between Golden Crossing and Rainbow Ridge It was ofimportance too for often valuable mail and packages went through theroute being shorter and quicker than by a roundabout stage lineWhen Mrs Watson was out of sight around a bend in the trail Jack wentinto the cottage It really was a cottage though when Mr Bailey firstbrought his family to the West it had been but a cabin or shack But MrBailey,13
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Produced by Juliet Sutherland Ted Garvinand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration _Little Bear walked up and shook hands with GrandpaTortoise_ LITTLE BEARAT WORK AND AT PLAYByFRANCES MARGARET FOXAuthor of Doings of Little Bear Adventures of Sonny Bearand The KinderkinsIllustrated byWARNER CARRLovingly dedicated to theFIRST GIRLSWho lived in the Martha Cook DormitoryAnn Arbor Michigan because they lovedLITTLE BEARCONTENTSWHEN LITTLE BEAR BRAGGEDWHEN MOTHER SKUNK HELPED LITTLE BEARWHEN LITTLE BEAR WOULD NOT WORKHOW LITTLE BEAR LEARNED TO SWIMLITTLE BEAR AND THE LOST OTTER BABYWHEN LITTLE BEAR VISITED SCHOOLLITTLE BEAR GETS HIS WISHTHREE BEARS COME TO BREAKFASTLITTLE BEARS PROMISELITTLE BEARS SURPRISE PARTYACKNOWLEDGMENTSThanks are extended to the _Youths Companion_ forpermission to reprint the following stories WhenLittle Bear Bragged When Mother Skunk Helped LittleBear When Little Bear Would Not Work How LittleBear Learned to Swim Little Bear and the Lost OtterBaby When Little Bear Visited School Little BearGets His Wish and Little Bears Surprise Party andto the _Christian Observer_ for permission to reprintthe following stories Three Bears Come to Breakfastand Little Bears PromiseIllustration _Between times Little Bear asked questions_ LITTLE BEARAT WORK AND AT PLAYWHEN LITTLE BEAR BRAGGEDOne rainy day the three bears were sitting by the firein their comfortable house in the woods telling storiesFirst Father Bear would tell a story and then MotherBear would tell a story and then Father Bear wouldhave a turn again Between times Little Bear askedquestionsThe three were happy and merry until Mother Beartold the old story about the race between the hare andthe tortoise and how the slowgoing tortoise was thefirst to reach the goal because the hare took a nap anddid not wake up until after the tortoise had passed himand had won the raceYou see Mother Bear explained the hare was sosure he could win that he did not even try to reach thegoal quickly He was so swiftfooted that he thoughthe could go to sleep if he chose and still come out aheadof the patient tortoiseWasnt he silly exclaimed Little Bear If I weregoing to run a race with Grandpa Tortoise I should gothis way until I reached the goal And Little Bearpranced up and down the room until he made even theporridge bowls rattle in the cupboard I guess I shouldknow enough to know that Grandpa Tortoise wouldkeep stepping ahead and stepping ahead and get tothe goal in time You would not catch me taking anynaps if I started out to run a race with anyone NosirreeMother Bear laughed heartily but Father Bear lookedvery solemn He did not like to hear Little Bear bragat allSo you think Son Bear said he that if youshould run a race with Grandpa Tortoise you would bewiser than our old friend Peter Hare Is that whatyou meanI know I should bragged Little Bear Id sayGoodby Grandpa Tortoise and off Id start and Ishould beat him before he had time to think Thenafterward if I were sleepy and wanted to I should takea napVery well said Father Bear I shall see GrandpaTortoise and if he is willing to run a race with a sillylittle fellow like you you shall have your chance andPeter Hare shall be the judgeSo it came about that when the rain was over thefriends of the Three Bears and of the hare and thetortoise met in the woods to see the funLittle Bear noticed that before the race began thehare and the tortoise were laughing about somethingbut he did not even wonder what it was He had nothingto worry aboutAt last the word was given One two three goIllustration He was out of breath before he had passed the firstoak treeAway went the tortoise slow and easy Off startedLittle Bear running so fast that he was out of breathbefore he had passed the first oak tree and was glad tostop a second and have a drink of dew from an acorn cupthat Friend Treetoad offered himThank you remarked Little Bear as he returnedthe cup but that was not enough I shall have to stepover to the springRemember how the hare lost the race FriendTreetoad warned himOh I shall not go to sleep answered Little Bearand really Grandpa Tortoise walks slower than Ithought he didBeside the spring were a number of Little Bearsold friends dressed in green satin coats who were playingleapfrog They asked Little Bear to play with themand soon he was showing the frogs what long leaps hecould make And then in a little while many babyrabbits came and joined in the fun The next that LittleBear knew he was chasing baby rabbits over the rocksand catching nuts that the squirrels threw to him fromthe tree tops and having a joyful playtimeAn hour passed quickly and then Little Bear suddenlyremembered that he had started out to run a raceBack he ran to the path and away he flew toward thegoal while the baby rabbits laughed and danced anddanced and laughed Father Bear had sent them toplay with Little Bear but they did not know why hehad sent them until that minuteIllustration Grandpa Tortoise had reached his goalStepping along stepping along slowly but surelyGrandpa Tortoise had reached the goal just as he had inthe longago day when he ran the race with the hareLittle Bear as he came near the goal heard the neighborsshouting Hurrah for the champion Hurrahfor the champion Hurrah for Grandpa TortoiseEven Father Bear was shoutingLittle Bear remembered his manners and as hisfather had told him what to do if he lost the race straightwaywalked up and shook hands with Grandpa TortoiseAnd the hare although he must have been laughing inhis sleeve remembered his manners too and did notlet anyone see him laughAfter that the old friends and neighbors went homewith the Three Bears to eat blackberries and honey andto tell stories round the fire Grandpa Tortoise wenttoo He had traveled so slowly that he was not eventired Little Bear asked a few questions as usualthat afternoon when the stories were told but he didnot brag And when Peter Hare winked at him onceor twice he laughedWHEN MOTHER SKUNK HELPEDLITTLE BEAROnce upon a,15
This etext was produced by Gardner Buchanan with help fromCharles Franks and Distributed ProofersA brief note about the Project Gutenberg edition of Lifein the Grey Nunnery at MontrealLife in the Grey Nunnery was first published in Bostonin 1857 by Edward P Hood who was credited as the bookseditor It is likely that this account is by Sarah JRichardson as told to Edward Hood though it may infact be completely fictional It is clearly anantiCatholic book an example of the genre of fictionreferred to as the convent horror story AntiCatholicsentiments were common in the United States during themiddle part of the 1800s probably directed at the relativelylarge number of Catholic immigrants arriving from Germanyand particularly Ireland during this period Thesesentiments resulted in riots and the burning of churchesincluding the destruction by a mob of the Ursuline conventand girls school in Charlestown Massachusetts Duringthis period a powerful nationalist political party theKnow Nothings also emerged and won a number ofinfluential positions in the 1850s particularly in NewEngland  They succeeded in creating legislation hostileto the Catholic church barring Catholics from variouspositions and requiring Catholic institutions to submitto hostile inspections The interested reader isencouraged to use a literature search for the terms MARIAMONK or KNOW NOTHINGS to learn more about this genre ofliterature and the social circumstances in which it wascreatedLIFE IN THE GREY NUNNERY AT MONTREALAn authentic narrative of the horrors mysteriesand cruelties of convent life by Sarah J Richardsonan escaped nunEdited by Edward P HoodTABLE OF CONTENTSCHAPTER I     PARENTAGEFATHERS MARRIAGECHAPTER II    THE WHITE NUNNERYCHAPTER III   THE NURSERYCHAPTER IV    A SLAVE FOR LIFECHAPTER V     CEREMONY OF CONFIRMATIONCHAPTER VI    THE GREY NUNNERYCHAPTER VII   ORPHANS HOMECHAPTER VIII  CONFESSION AND SORROW OF NO AVAILCHAPTER IX    ALONE WITH THE DEADCHAPTER X     THE SICK NUNCHAPTER XI    THE JOY OF FREEDOMCHAPTER XII   STRANGER IN A STRANGE LANDCHAPTER XIII  LANDLADYS STORY CONTINUEDCHAPTER XIV   THE TWO SISTERSCHAPTER XV    CHOICE OF PUNISHMENTSCHAPTER XVI   HORRORS OF STARVATIONCHAPTER XVII  THE TORTURE ROOMCHAPTER XVIII RETURN TO THE NUNNERYCHAPTER XIX   SICKNESS AND DEATH OF A SUPERIORCHAPTER XX    STUDENTS AT THE ACADEMYCHAPTER XXI   SECOND ESCAPE FROM THE NUNNERYCHAPTER XXII  LONELY MIDNIGHT WALKCHAPTER XXIII FLIGHT AND RECAPTURECHAPTER XXIV  RESOLVES TO ESCAPECHAPTER XXV   EVENTFUL JOURNEYCHAPTER XXVI  CONCLUSIONAPPENDIX I    ABSURDITIES OF ROMANISTSAPPENDIX II   CRUELTY OF ROMANISTSAPPENDIX III  INQUISITION OF GOAIMPRISONMENT OF              M DELLON 1673APPENDIX IV   INQUISITION OF GOA CONCLUDEDAPPENDIX V    INQUISITION AT MACERATA ITALYAPPENDIX VI   ROMANISM OF THE PRESENT DAYAPPENDIX VII  NARRATIVE OP SIGNORINA FLORIENCIA              D ROMANILIFE IN THE GREY NUNNERYCHAPTER IPARENTAGEFATHERS MARRIAGEI was born at St Johns New Brunswick in the year1835 My father was from the city of Dublin Irelandwhere he spent his youth and received an education inaccordance with the strictest rules of Roman Catholicfaith and practice Early manhood however found himdissatisfied with his native country longing for otherscenes and distant climes He therefore left Irelandand came to QuebecHere he soon became acquainted with Capt Willard awealthy English gentleman who finding him a strangerin a strange land kindly opened his door and gave himemployment and a home Little did he think that in sodoing he was warming in his bosom a viper whose poisonousfangs would ere long fasten on his very heartstringsand bring down his grey hairs with sorrow to the graveHis only child was a lovely daughter of fourteen Fromwhat I have heard of her I think she must have been verybeautiful in person quiet gentle and unassuming in herdeportment and her disposition amiable and affectionateShe was exceedingly romantic and her mental powers werealmost if not entirely uncultivated still she possessedsufficient strength of character to enable her to forma deep ardent and permanent attachmentThe young stranger gazed upon her with admiring eyesand soon began to whisper in her ear the flattering taleof love This of course her parents could not approveWhat give their darling to a stranger Never no neverWhat could they do without her Grieved that their kindnessshould have been thus returned they bade him go his wayand leave their child in peace He did go but like athief he returned In the darkness of midnight he stoleto her chamber and bore away from the home of herchildhood a fathers joy a mothers prideWho can tell the anguish of their souls when they enteredthat deserted chamber How desolate their lonelyhearthstone How dark the home where her presence hadscattered rainbow hues A terrible blow it was to CaptWillard a very bitter thing thus to have his cherishedplans frustrated his brightest hopes destroyed to seethe very sun of his existence go down at midday in cloudsand darkness Yes to the stern father this sad eventbrought bitter bitter grief But to the motherthattender affectionate mother it was death Yea more thandeath for reason at the first shock reeled and totteredon its throne then as days and weeks passed by andstill the loved one did not return when every effort tofind her had been made in vain then the dread certaintysettled down upon her soul that her child was lost toher forever Hope gave place to despair and she becamefrom that time a raving maniac At length death cameto her relief and her husband was left aloneSix weary years passed over the lonely man and then herejoiced in the intelligence that his child was stillliving with her husband at St Johns He immediatelywrote to her imploring her to return to her old homeand with the light of her presence dispel the gloom ofhis dwelling Accordingly she left St Johns and incompany with her husband returned to her father I wasthen about a year and,4
This etext was prepared by Les Bowler St Ives DorsetTHE LEGENDS OF SAINT PATRICK BYAUBREY DE VERE LLDCONTENTSINTRODUCTION BY HENRY MORLEYSAINT PATRICKFROM ENGLISH WRITERS BY HENRY MORLEYPREFACE BY THE AUTHORPOEMSTHE BAPTISM OF SAINT PATRICKTHE DISBELIEF OF MILCHOSAINT PATRICK AT TARASAINT PATRICK AND THE TWO PRINCESSESSAINT PATRICK AND THE CHILDREN OF FOCHLUT WOODSAINT PATRICK AND KING LAEGHAIRESAINT PATRICK AND THE IMPOSTORSAINT PATRICK AT CASHELSAINT PATRICK AND THE CHILDLESS MOTHERSAINT PATRICK AT THE FEAST OF KNOCK CAESAINT PATRICK AND KING EOCHAIDSAINT PATRICK AND THE FOUNDING OF ARMAGH CATHEDRALTHE ARRAIGNMENT OF SAINT PATRICKTHE STRIVING OF SAINT PATRICK ON MOUNT CRUACHANEPILOGUE  THE CONFESSION OF SAINT PATRICKINTRODUCTION BY HENRY MORLEYOnce more our readers are indebted to a living poet for widecirculation of a volume of delightful verse  The name of Aubrey deVere is the more pleasantly familiar because its association withour highest literature has descended from father to son  In 1822sixtyseven years ago Sir Aubrey de Vere of Curragh Chase byAdare in the county of Limerickthen thirtyfour years oldfirstmade his mark with a dramatic poem upon Julian the Apostate  In1842 Sir Aubrey published Sonnets which his friend Wordsworthdescribed as the most perfect of our age and in the year of hisdeath he completed a dramatic poem upon Mary Tudor published inthe next year 1847 with the Lamentation of Ireland and otherPoems  Sir Aubrey de Veres Mary Tudor should be read by all whohave read Tennysons play on the same subjectThe gift of genius passed from Sir Aubrey to his third son AubreyThomas de Vere who was born in 1814 and through a long life hasput into music only noble thoughts associated with the love of Godand man and of his native land  His first work published fortyseven years ago was a lyrical piece in which he gave his sympathyto devout and persecuted men whose ways of thought were not his ownAubrey de Veres poems have been from time to time revised byhimself and they were in 1884 finally collected into three volumespublished by Messrs Kegan Paul  Left free to choose from amongtheir various contents I have taken this little book of Legends ofSt Patrick first published in 1872 but in so doing I haveunwillingly left many a piece that would please many a readerThey are not however inaccessible  Of the three volumes ofcollected works each may be had separately and is complete initself  The first contains The Search after Proserpine and otherPoemsClassical and Meditative  The second contains the Legendsof St Patrick and Legends of Irelands Heroic Age including aversion of the Tain Bo  The third contains two plays Alexanderthe Great St Thomas of Canterbury and other PoemsFor the convenience of some readers the following extract from thesecond volume of my English Writers may serve as a prosaicsummary of what is actually known about St Patrick                                           H MST PATRICKFROM ENGLISH WRITERSThe birth of St Patrick Apostle and Saint of Ireland has beengenerally placed in the latter half of the fourth century and he issaid to have died at the age of a hundred and twenty  As he died inthe year 493and we may admit that he was then a very old manifwe may say that he reached the age of eightyeight we place hisbirth in the year 405  We may reasonably believe therefore thathe was born in the early part of the fifth century  His birthplacenow known as Kilpatrick was at the junction of the Levin with theClyde in what is now the county of Dumbarton  His baptismal namewas Succath  His father was Calphurnius a deacon son of Potituswho was a priest  His mothers name was Conchessa whose family mayhave belonged to Gaul and who may thus have been as it is said shewas of the kindred of St Martin of Tours for there is a traditionthat she was with Calphurnius as a slave before he married herSince Eusebius spoke of three bishops from Britain at the Council ofArles Succath known afterwards in missionary life by his name inreligion Patricius pater civium might very reasonably be adeacons sonIn his early years Succath was at home by the Clyde and he speaksof himself as not having been obedient to the teaching of theclergy  When he was sixteen years old he with two of his sistersand other of his countrymen was seized by a band of Irish piratesthat made descent on the shore of the Clyde and carried him off toslavery  His sisters were taken to another part of the island andhe was sold to Milcho MacCuboin in the north whom he served for sixor seven years so learning to speak the language of the countrywhile keeping his masters sheep by the Mountain of Slieve MissThoughts of home and of its Christian life made the youth feel theheathenism that was about him his exile seemed to him a punishmentfor boyish indifference and during the years when young enthusiasmlooks out upon life with new sense of a mans powergrowing formans work that is to doSuccath became filled with religious zealThree Latin pieces are ascribed to St Patrick  a Confessionwhich is in the Book of Armagh and in three other manuscripts10a a letter to Coroticus and a few Dieta Patricii which arealso in the Book of Armagh 10b  There is no strong reason forquestioning the authenticity of the Confession which is inunpolished Latin the writer calling himself indoctusrusticissimus imperitus and it is full of a deep religiousfeeling  It is concerned rather with the inner than the outer lifebut includes references to the early days of trial by whichSuccaths whole heart was turned to God  He says After I cameinto Ireland I pastured sheep daily and prayed many times a dayThe love and fear of God,21
Etext produced by Martin SchubTHE LONG LABRADOR TRAILbyDILLON WALLACEAuthor of The Lure of the Labrador Wild etcIllustratedMCMXVII             TO THE       MEMORY OF MY WIFE  A drear and desolate shore  Where no tree unfolds its leaves  And never the spring wind weaves  Green grass for the hunters tread  A land forsaken and dead  Where the ghostly icebergs go  And come with the ebb and flow  Whittiers The Rocktomb of BradorePREFACEIn the summer of 1903 when Leonidas Hubbard Jr went to Labrador toexplore a section of the unknown interior it was my privilege toaccompany him as his companion and friend  The world has heard of thedisastrous ending of our little expedition and how Hubbard fightingbravely and heroically to the last finally succumbed to starvationBefore his death I gave him my promise that should I survive I wouldwrite and publish the story of the journey  In The Lure of TheLabrador Wild that pledge was kept to the best of my abilityWhile Hubbard and I were struggling inland over those desolate wasteswhere life was always uncertain we entered into a compact that incase one of us fall the other would carry to completion theexploratory work that he had planned and begun  Providence willedthat it should become my duty to fulfil this compact and thefollowing pages are a record of how it was doneNot I but Hubbard planned the journey of which this book tells andfrom him I received the inspiration and with him the training andexperience that enabled me to succeed  It was his spirit that led meon over the wearisome trails and through the rushing rapids and tohim and to his memory belong the credit and the honor of successD WFebruary 1907CONTENTSCHAPTER    I THE VOICE OF THE WILDERNESS   II ON THE THRESHOLD OF THE UNKNOWN  III THE LAST OF CIVILIZATION  IV  ON THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL   V  WE GO ASTRAY  VI  LAKE NIPISHISH IS REACHED VII  SCOUTING FOR THE TRAILVIII  SEAL LAKE AT LAST  IX  WE LOSE THE TRAIL  X   WE SEE MICHIKAMAU XI   THE PARTING AT MICHIKAMAU XII  OVER THE NORTHERN DIVIDEXIII  DISASTER IN THE RAPIDSXIV   TIDE WATER AND THE POST XV   OFF WITH THE ESKIMOSXVI   CAUGHT BY THE ARCTIC ICEXVII  TO WHALE RIVER AND FORT CHIMOXVIII THE INDIANS OF THE NORTHXIX   THE ESKIMOS OF LABRADORXX    THE SLEDGE JOURNEY BEGUNXXI   CROSSING THE BARRENSXXII  ON THE ATLANTIC ICEXXIII BACK TO NORTHWEST RIVERXXIV  THE END OF THE LONG TRAIL      APPENDIXILLUSTRATIONSThe Perils of the Rapids in color from a painting by Oliver KempIce Encountered Off the Labrador CoastThe Time For Action Had ComeCamp Was Moved to the First Small LakeWe Found a Longdisused Log Cache of the IndiansBelow Lake NipishishThrough Ponds and Marshes Northward Toward Otter LakeWe Shall Call the River BabewendigashPete Standing by the Prostrate Caribou Was Grinning From Ear to EarA Network of Lakes and the Country as Level as a TableMichikamauWriting Letters to the Home FolksOur Lonely Perilous Journey Toward the Dismal Wastes Was BegunAbandoned Indian Camp On the Shore of Lake MichikamatsOne of the Wigwams Was a Large One and Oblong in ShapeAt Last We Saw the PostA Miserable Little Log ShackA Group of Eskimo WomenA Labrador TypeEskimo ChildrenA Snow IglooThe Silence of the North in color from a painting by Frederic C StokesNachvak Post of the Hudsons Bay CompanyThe Hills Grew Higher and HigherWe Turned Into a Pass Leading to the NorthwardThe Moravian Mission at RamahPlodding Southward Over the Endless SnowNain the Moravian Headquarters in LabradorThe Indians Were HereGeological SpecimensMapsCHAPTER ITHE VOICE OF THE WILDERNESSIts always the way Wallace  When a fellow starts on the longtrail hes never willing to quit  Itll be the same with you if yougo with me to Labrador  When you come home youll hear the voice ofthe wilderness calling you to return and it will lure you backagainIt seems but yesterday that Hubbard uttered those prophetic words ashe and I lay before our blazing camp fire in the snowcoveredShawangunk Mountains on that November night in the year 1901 andplanned that fateful trip into the unexplored Labrador wildernesswhich was to cost my dear friend his life and both of usindescribable sufferings and hardships  And how true a prophecy itwas  You who have smelled the camp fire smoke who have drunk in thepure forest air laden with the smell of the fir tree who have dippedyour paddle into untamed waters or climbed mountains with theknowledge that none but the red man has been there before you orhave perchance had to fight the wilds and nature for your veryexistence you of the wilderness brotherhood can understand how thefever of exploration gets into ones blood and draws one back again tothe forests and the barrens in spite of resolutions to go no moreIt was more than this however that lured me back to Labrador  Therewas the vision of dear old Hubbard as I so often saw him during ourstruggle through that rugged northland wilderness wasted in form andragged in dress but always hopeful and eager his undying spirit andindomitable will focused in his words to me and I can still see himas he looked when he said themThe work must be done Wallace and if one of us falls before it iscompleted the other must finish itI went back to Labrador to do the work he had undertaken but which hewas not permitted to accomplish  His exhortation appealed to me as acommand from my leadera call to dutyHubbard had planned to penetrate the Labrador peninsula from GroswaterBay following the old northern trail of the Mountaineer Indians fromNorthwest River Post of the Hudsons Bay Company situated onGroswater Bay one,5
Produced by D Garcia Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsIllustration SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOISFoundress of the Congregation of Notre DameESTABLISHED IN MONTREAL CANADA 1659THE LIFE OF VENERABLE SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOISFOUNDRESS OF THE SISTERS OF THECONGREGATION OF NOTRE DAME_ESTABLISHED AT MONTREAL CANADA 1659__TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH_BY A RELIGIEUSECEDAR RAPIDS IOWAAUTHORS PREFACE                                   Having read a French edition of the Life of Venerable Sister Bourgeoispublished in 1818 the translator of the present work was so charmed byits perusal that she resolved on rendering it into English for thespiritual edification of othersMany years ago the work of translation was commenced but from somepreventing cause or other was as often laid aside Yet the idea ofpresenting it to the public remained as no _English_ Version of SisterBourgeois life exists at least in the United StatesTherefore determining at last to obey an impulse of long standing thescattered translation sheets have been prepared for publication withthe humble hope that the reader may derive as much benefit from theirperusal as did the writerIn this age of miscellaneous and corrupt literature when people ofevery condition of life are literally devouring irreligious magazinesand serials it surely cannot be amiss to add another volume to thealready rich store of our libraries in order to help roll back thetorrent of universal depravity that threatens the rain of our belovedcountry and also to place before the minds of the young the gloriousexample of one of Gods heroinesThe _Second Centennial_ of Sister Bourgeois advent to America isalready past and more than a hundred years before the _Declaration ofIndependence_ was she laboring in the cause of humanity for the gloryof God in the New WorldIf reading the lives of such women as Mrs Setona Protestant Americanlady who after her conversion to the Catholic Church in Italy so burnedwith the love of God as to return to her native land in her earlywidowhood to form a flourishing religious sisterhood in New York ofNano Nagle an Irish aristocrat who turned from a useless fashionablelife to the lowly spirit of the gospel on seeing the poor artizans ofParis crowding to early Mass in the Church of Notre Dame beforebeginning their daily toil while she lolled weariedly in her carriageafter a midnight ball heroically putting her hand to the plough shenever turned back and left behind her another religious Sisterhood inIreland to perpetuate her philanthropic sanctity of Catharine McAuleywho receiving from her adopted Protestant parents a princely fortuneexpended every shilling of it in building up the Order of Mercy one ofthe latest and most flourishing outposts of the Church of God of StJane de Chantal who after having been tried in the fire of afflictionfor yearsfounded in her advanced widowhood the Order of theVisitation under the direction of St Francis de Salesand whoattained such an extraordinary degree of perfection as to be seenascending to heaven like a luminous meteor after her happy deathIf the perusal of the lives of these and a host of other sainted womensuch as the Catholic Church alone can produce has filled many a youngheart with high and holy aspirationsperhaps the contents of thislittle volume will not be less efficacious for the glory of God theinterests of religion and the salvation of soulsA literal translation has been adhered to as far as possibleone or tworemarks at the close being the only additions So if any defects existin the work they belong solely to the translator whose aim has not beenrhetorical composition but the greater glory of God And if but oneheart be won more closely to the knowledge and love of Jesus Christ byits perusal she will be amply repaid and prays that the blessing ofthe Sacred Heart of Jesus may be given to her humble effort to advanceHis honor and gloryRespectfully THE AUTHORESSCONTENTSCHAPTER ITHE DISCOVERY OF CANADA AND COLONIZATION OF MONTREALCHAPTER IIMESSRS DAUVERSIERE AND DE MAISONNEUVE VISIT MONTREALCHAPTER IIIESTABLISHMENT OF THE HOTEL DIEUECCLESIASTICAL APPOINTMENTSFOR CANADA ETCCHAPTER IVEARLY YEARS OF MARGARET BOURGEOIS AND HER VOCATION FOR THECANADIAN MISSIONCHAPTER VMARGARET BOURGEOIS AFTER MANY TRIALS AND MORTIFICATIONSAT LENGTH SAILS WITH M DE MAISONNEUVE FOR CANADACHAPTER VISISTER BOURGEOISS ARRIVAL IN CANADACHAPTER VIIESTABLISHMENT OF THE SISTERS OF THE CONGREGATION OF NOTRE DAMEAT VILLEMARIECHAPTER VIIIM FRANCOIS DE LAVAL DE MONTMORENCI IS APPOINTED FIRST BISHOP OFCANADASISTER BOURGEOIS SUCCEEDS IN BUILDING THE CHURCH OF NOTRE DAMECHAPTER IXTHE RULES OF THE CONGREGATION AND ESTABLISHMENT OF MISSIONSCHAPTER XTHE PRIVATE AND SOCIAL VIRTUES OF SISTER BOURGEOISCHAPTER XISISTER BOURGEOISS HAPPY DEATH AND THE WONDERS THAT FOLLOWED ITCHAPTER XIITHE EXCELLENCE OF HER INSTITUTES HER MAXIMS INSTITUTIONS ETCCHAPTER XIIIA RECAPITULATION OF THE PRINCIPAL EVENTS OF THE LIFE OF SISTER BOURGEOISCONCLUSIONLIFE OF THE VENERABLE SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOIS                                   CHAPTER ITHE DISCOVERY OF CANADA AND COLONIZATION OF MONTREALEvery one knows that America is called the New World because until theclose of the 15th century it was unknown to the other nations of theearthat least it was then unknown to Europe Until quite near the endof that century Canada was absolutely a _terra incognita_being onevast forest inhabited only by the red man and by beasts as wild anduntamable as he In the year 1534 James Cartier a skilful navigatorbeing provided with a commission from the King of France set sail fromSt Malo with two ships of sixty tons burden carrying one hundred andtwentytwo wellequipped seamen in order to reconnoitre that part ofthe New World Cartiers first voyage was quite successful Hediscovered Canada and took possession of it in the name of the FrenchKing Having made his observations from the different posts whichsurround the Gulf that receives into its bosom the waters of the greatriver of Canada since called,35
This eBook was produced by Les Bowler St Ives DorsetLETTERS TO SIR WILLIAM WINDHAM AND MR POPEBY LORD BOLINGBROKEContents   Introduction By Henry Morley   Letter To Sir William Windham   Letter To Alexander PopeINTRODUCTIONHenry St John who became Viscount Bolingbroke in 1712 was born onthe 1st of October 1678 at the family manor of Battersea then acountry village  His grandfather Sir Walter St John lived therewith his wife Johannadaughter to Cromwells Chief Justice OliverSt Johnin one home with the childs father Henry St John whowas married to the second daughter of Robert Rich Earl of WarwickThe childs grandfather a man of high character lived to the ageof eightyseven and his father more a man of what is miscalledpleasure to the age of ninety  It was chiefly by his grandfatherand grandmother that the education of young Henry St John was caredfor  Simon Patrick afterwards Bishop of Ely was for some years achaplain in their home  By his grandfather and grandmother thechilds religious education may have been too formally cared for  Apassage in Bolingbrokes letter to Pope shows that he was requiredas a child to read works of a divine who made a hundred andnineteen sermons on the hundred and nineteenth PsalmAfter education at Eton and Christchurch Henry St John travelledabroad and in the year 1700 he married at the age of twentytwoFrances daughter and coheiress of Sir Henry Winchescomb aBerkshire baronet  She had much property and more in prospectIn the year 1701 Henry St John entered Parliament as member forWotton Bassett the family borough  He acted with the Tories andbecame intimate with their leader Robert Harley  He soon becamedistinguished as the ablest and most vigorous of the youngsupporters of the Tory party  He was a handsome man and a brilliantspeaker delighted in by politicians who according to his own imagein the Letter to Windham grow like hounds fond of the man whoshows them game  He was active in the impeachment of SomersMontague the Duke of Portland and the Earl of Oxford for theirnegotiation of the Partition Treaties  In later years he said hehad acted here in ignorance and justified those treatiesJames II died at St Germains a pensioner of France aged sixtyeight on the 6th of September 1701His pretensions to the English throne passed to the son who hadbeen born on the 10th of June 1688 and whose birth had hastened onthe Revolution  That son James Francis Edward Stuart who was onlythirteen years old at his fathers death is known sometimes inhistory as the Old Pretender the Young Pretender being his sonCharles Edward whose defeat at Culloden in 1746 destroyed the lastfaint hope of a restoration of the Stuarts  It is with the youngheir to the pretensions of James II that the story of the life ofBolingbroke becomes concernedKing William III died on the 8th of March 1702 and was succeededby James IIs daughter Anne who was then thirtyeight years oldand had been married when in her nineteenth year to Prince George ofDenmark  She was a good wife and a good simpleminded woman amuchtroubled mother who had lost five children in their infancybesides one who survived to be a boy of eleven and had died in theyear 1700  As his death left the succession to the Crown unsettledan Act of Settlement passed on the 12th of June 1701 had providedthat in case of failure of direct heirs to the throne the Crownshould pass to the next Protestant in succession who was Sophiawife of the Elector of Hanover  The Electress Sophia was daughterof the Princess Elizabeth who had married the Elector Palatine in1613 granddaughter therefore of James I  She was more thanseventy years old when Queen Anne began her reign  For ardent youngTories who had no great interest in the limitation of authority orenthusiasm for a Protestant succession it was no treason to thinkthough it would be treason to say that the old Electress and hermore than fortyyearold German son George grossminded and clumsydid not altogether shut out hope for the succession of a more directheir to the CrownIn 1704 St John was Secretary at War when Harley was Secretary ofState and he remained in office till 1708 when the Whigs came inunder Marlborough and Godolphin and St Johns successor was hisrival Robert Walpole  St John retired then for two year frompublic life to his country seat at Bucklersbury in Berkshire whichhad come to him through his wife by the death of his wifes fatherthe year before  He was thirty years old the most brilliant of therising statesmen impatient of Harley as a leader and of Walpole ashis younger rival from the other side both of them men who in hiseyes were dull and slow  St Johns quick intellect though eagerand impatient of successful rivalry had its philosophic turnDuring these two years of retirement he indulged the calmer love ofstudy and thought whose genius he said once in a letter to LordBathurst On the True use of Retirement and Study unlike thedream of Socrates whispered so softly that very often I heard himnot in the hurry of those passions by which I was transportedSome calmer hours there were in them I hearkened to himReflection had often its turn and the love of study and the desireof knowledge have never quite abandoned meIn 1710 the Whigs were out and Harley in again with St John in hisministry as Secretary of State  I am thinking wrote Swift toStella what a veneration we used to have for Sir William Templebecause he might have been Secretary of State at fifty and here isa young fellow hardly thirty in that employmentIt was the policy of the Tories to put an end to the war withFrance that was against all their political interests  The Whigswished to maintain it as a safeguard against reaction in favour ofthe Pretender  In the peace negotiations nobody was so active asSecretary St John  On,28
Produced by Rich Magahiz David Moynihanand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE LIVING LINKA NovelBY JAMES DE MILLEAuthor of The Dodge Club Cord and Creese The Cryptogram TheAmerican Baron c cTHE LIVING LINK                                   CHAPTER IA TERRIBLE SECRETOn a pleasant evening in the month of May 1840 a group of young ladiesmight have been seen on the portico of Plympton Terrace a fashionableboardingschool near Derwentwater They all moved about with thoseeffusive demonstrations so characteristic of young girls but on thisoccasion there was a general hush among them which evidently arose fromsome unusual cause As they walked up and down arm in arm or with armsentwined or with clasped hands as young girls will they talked in lowearnest tones over some one engrossing subject or occasionally gatheredin little knots to debate some point in which while each offered adiffering opinion all were oppressed by one common sadnessWhile they were thus engaged there arose in the distance the sound of arapidly galloping horse At once all the murmur of conversation diedout and the company stood in silence awaiting the newcomer They didnot have to wait long Out from a place where the avenue wound amidstgroves and thickets a young girl mounted on a spirited bay came at fullspeed toward the portico Arriving there she stopped abruptly thenleaping lightly down she flung the reins over the horses neck whoforthwith galloped away to his stallThe rider who thus dismounted was young girl of about eighteen and ofvery striking appearance Her complexion was dark her hair black withits rich voluminous folds gathered in great glossy plaits behind Hereyes were of a deep hazel color radiant and full of energetic life Inthose eyes there was a certain earnestness of expression howeverdeepening down into something that seemed like melancholy which showedthat even in her young life she had experienced sorrow Her figure wasslender and graceful being well displayed by her closefittingridinghabit while a plumed hat completed her equipment and served toheighten the effect of her beautyAt her approach a sudden silence had fallen over the company and theyall stood motionless looking at her as she dismountedWhy what makes you all look at me so strangely she asked in a toneof surprise throwing a hasty glance over them Has any thinghappenedTo this question no answer was given but each seemed waiting for theother to speak At length a little thing of about twelve came up andencircling the newcomers waist with her arm looked up with asorrowful expression and whisperedEdith dearest Miss Plympton wants to see youThe silence and ominous looks of the others and the whispered words ofthe little girl together with her mournful face increased the surpriseand anxiety of Edith She looked with a strange air of apprehensionover the companyWhat is it she asked hurriedly Something has happened Do any ofyou know What is itShe spoke breathlessly and her eyes once more wandered with anxiousinquiry over all of them But no one spoke for whatever it was theyfelt the news to be serioussomething in fact which could not well becommunicated by themselves Once more Edith repeated her question andfinding that no answer was forthcoming her impatience allowed her towait no longer and so gathering up her long skirts in one hand andholding her whip in the other she hurried into the house to see MissPlymptonMiss Plymptons room was on the second floor and that lady herself wasseated by the window as Edith entered In the young girls face therewas now a deeper anxiety and seating herself near the centretable shelooked inquiringly at Miss PlymptonThe latter regarded her for some moments in silenceDid you wish to see me auntie dear said EdithMiss Plympton sighedYes she said slowly but my poor darling Edie I hardly know howto say to you what I have to say IIdo you think you can bear tohear it dearAt this Edith looked more disturbed than ever and placing her elbow onthe centretable she leaned her cheek upon her hand and fixed hermelancholy eyes upon Miss Plympton Her heart throbbed painfully andthe hand against which her head leaned trembled visibly But these signsof agitation did not serve to lessen the emotion of the other on thecontrary she seemed more distressed and quite at a loss how toproceedEdith said she at last my child you know how tenderly I love youI have always tried to be a mother to you and to save you from allsorrow but now my love and care are all useless for the sorrow hascome and I do not know any way by which I can break bad newstotoaa bereaved heartShe spoke in a tremulous voice and with frequent pausesBereaved exclaimed Edith with white lips Oh auntie Bereaved Isit that Oh tell me all Dont keep me in suspense Let me know theworstMiss Plympton looked still more troubled IIdont know what tosay she falteredYou mean _death_ cried Edith in an excited voice and oh Ineednt ask who Theres only oneonly one I had only oneonlyoneand nowhe isgoneGone repeated Miss Plympton mechanically and she said no more forin the presence of Ediths grief and of other facts which had yet to bedisclosedfacts which would reveal to this innocent girl somethingworse than even bereavementwords were useless and she could findnothing to say Her hand wandered through the folds of her dress andat length she drew forth a blackedged letter at which she gazed in anabstracted wayLet me see it cried Edith hurriedly and eagerly and before MissPlympton could prevent her or even imagine what she was about shedarted forward and snatched the letter from her hand Then she tore itopen and read it breathlessly The letter was very short and waswritten in a stiff constrained hand It was as followsDALTON HALL _May_ 6 1840MadameIt is my painful duty to communicate to you the death ofFrederick Dalton Esq of Dalton Hall who died,0
Produced by Duncan Harrod Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration MISS LADYTHE LAW OF THE LAND_Of Miss Lady whom it involved in mystery and ofJohn Eddring gentleman of the South whoread its deeper meaning_A NOVEL_By_EMERSON HOUGHAuthor ofThe Mississippi BubbleThe Way to the WestWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BYARTHUR I KELLERCOPYRIGHT 1904EMERSON HOUGHTO REBTO TADCONTENTSBOOK ICHAPTER    I  Miss LADY   II  MULEY  III  THE VISITOR   IV  A QUESTION OF VALUATION    V  CERTAIN PROBLEMS   VI  THE DRUM  VII  THE BELL VIII  THE VOLCANO   IX  ON ITS MAJESTYS SERVICE    X  MISS LADY OF THE STAIR   XI  COLONEL CALVIN BLOUNTS PROPOSAL  XII  A WOMAN SCORNED XIII  JOHN DOE vs YVRR  XIV  NUMBER 4   XV  THE PURSUIT  XVI  THE TRAVELING BAG XVII  MISS LADY AND HENRY DECHERDXVIII  MISFORTUNEBOOK II    I  THE MAKING OF THE WILDERNESSBOOK III    I  EDDRING AGENT OF CLAIMS   II  THE OPINIONS OF CALVIN BLOUNT  III  REGARDING LOUISE LOISSON   IV  THE RELIGION OF JULES    V  DISCOVERY   VI  THE DANCER  VII  THE SUMMONS VIII  THE STOLEN STEAMBOAT   IX  THE ACCUSER    X  THE VOYAGE   XI  THE WILDERNESS  XII  THE HOUSE OF HORROR XIII  THE NIGHT IN THE FOREST  XIV  AT THE BIG HOUSE   XV  CERTAIN MOTIVES  XVI  THE NEW SHERIFF XVII  THE LAW OF THE LANDXVIII  MISS LADY AT THE BIG HOUSE  XIX  THREE LADIES LOUISE   XX  THE LID OF THE GRAVE  XXI  THE RED RIOT OF YOUTH XXII  AMENDE HONORABLETHE LAW OF THE LANDCHAPTER IMISS LADYAh but it was a sweet and wonderful thing to see Miss Lady dance astrange and wondrous thing She was so sweet so strong so full ofgrace so like a bird in all her motions Now here now there andback again her feet scarce touching the floor her loose skirt heldout between her dainty fingers resembling wings she swam throughthe air up and down the room of the old plantation house as thoughshe were indeed the creature of an element wherein all wasimponderable light and free of hampering influences Dartingnodding beckoning courtesying to something that she sawit musthave moved you to applause had you seen Miss Lady dance You mighthave been restrained by the feeling that this was almost too unrealtoo unusual this dance of the young girl all alone in front of thegreat mirror which faithfully gave back the passing flying figureline for line flush for flush one bosomheave for that of theother Yet the tall white lilies in the corner saw and the tallwhite birds one on each side of the great cheval glass saw alsobut fluttered not since a lily and a stork and a maiden may each betall and white and each may understand the other subtlyMiss Lady stood at length tall and white her cheeks rosy withalher blown brown hair pushed back a bit one hand lightly resting onher bosom lookinglooking into the mirror asking of it somequestion getting indeed from it some answeran answer embodyingperhaps all that youth may mean all that the morning may bringFor now the sun of the South came creeping up apace and saw MissLady as it peered in through the rose lattice whereon hung scores offragrant blossoms A gentle wind of morning stirred the lace curtainsat the windows and touched Miss Ladys hair as she stood thereasking the answer of the mirror It was morning in the great roommorning for the southern day morning for the old plantation whosebell now jangled faintly and afar offmorning indeed for Miss Ladywho now had ceased in her selfabsorbed dance At this very momentas she stood gazing into the mirror with the sunlight and the rosesthus at hand one might indeed have sworn that it was morning forever over all the worldMiss Lady stood eager fascinated before the glass and in thepresence of the tall flowers and the tall birds saw something whichstirred her felt something which came in at the window out of theblue sky and from the red rose blossoms on the warm south windImpulsively she flung out her arms to the figure in the glassPerhaps she felt its beauty and its friendliness And yet an instantlater her arms relaxed and sank she sighed knowing not why shesighedAh Miss Lady if only it could be for ever morning for us all Naylet us say not so Let us say rather that this sweet picture of MissLady doubled by the glass remains today imperishably preserved inthe old mirrorthe picture of Miss Lady dancing as the bird fliesand then standing plaintive and questioning before her own imageloving it because it was beautiful and friendly dreading it becauseshe could not understandMiss Lady had forgotten that she was alone and did not hear the stepat the door nor see the hand which presently pushed back thecurtain There stepped into the room the tall somewhat full figureof a lady who stood looking on with eyes at first surprised thencynically amused The intruder paused laughing a low wellfedmellow laugh On the moment she coughed in deprecation Miss Ladysprang back as does the wild deer startled in the forest Her handswent to her cheeks which burned in swift flame thence to drop toher bosom where her heart was beating in a confusion of throbsstruggling with the reversed current of the blood of all her tallyoung bodyMamma she cried You startled me So it seems said the newcomer I beg your pardon I did not mean to intrude upon yourdevotionsShe came forward and seated herselfa tall woman a trifle full offigure now but still vital of presence Her figure,0
This eBook was produced by Robert Nield David StarnerCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHandy Literal TranslationsTHE ORATIONS OF LYSIAS_LITERALLY TRANSLATED_CONTENTSTHE ORATIONSII     FUNERAL ORATIONV      FOR CALLIASVII    THE OLIVE TREEIX     POLYAENUSX      THEOMNESTUSXII    ERATOSTHENESXIII   AGORATUSXIV    ALCIBIADESXVI    MANTITHEUSXVII   PROPERTY OF ERATONXIX    PROPERTY OF ARISTOPHANESXXII   THE GRAIN DEALERSXXIII  PANCLEONXXIV   THE CRIPPLEXXV    REPLY TO THE OVERTHROW OF THIS DEMOCRACYXXVIII ERGOCLESXXX    NICOMACHUSXXXI   AGAINST PHILONXXXII  DIOGEITONXXXIII PANEGYRICORATION IIFUNERAL ORATION1 If I thought it were possible O fellowcitizens who are assembled atthis burialplace to set forth in words the valor of those who lie hereI should blame the men who invited me to speak about them at a few daysnotice But as all time would not be sufficient for the combinedefforts of all men to prepare an address adequate to their deeds thecity seems to me in providing for men to speak here to make theappointment at short notice on the supposition that the speakers wouldunder the circumstances meet with less adverse criticism2 And though my words relate to these men the chief difficulty is notconcerning their deeds but with those who formerly spoke upon them Forthe valor of these men has been the occasion of such abundance ofcomposition both by those able to compose and those wishing to speakthat although many noble sentiments have been uttered about them by menin the past yet much has been left unsaid and enough can yet be spokenat the present time For they have experienced perils on land and seaand everywhere and among all men who while bewailing their own hardfate yet sing the praises of the courage of these men3 First then I will review the hardships of our ancestors followingthe traditions For all men should keep them too in mind bothcelebrating them in song speaking of them in maxims about the goodhonoring them at such times as this and instructing the living by thedeeds of the dead4 The Amazons were once the daughters of Ares living by the riverThermodon and they alone of the inhabitants of that region were armedwith metal and first of all they mounted horses by which theyunexpectedly because of the inexperience of their adversaries overtookthose who fled from them and they left their pursuers far behind So fortheir spirit they were thought men rather than women for their natureFor they seemed to surpass men in spirit rather than to be inferior in_physique_5 And after they had subdued many tribes and in fact enslaved thesurrounding nations they heard great reports about this country and forthe sake of glory took the most warlike of their tribes and marchedagainst this city And after they met these brave men they came to havetheir souls like their nature and with changed hearts seemed to be womenrather from their conduct in danger than from their forms6 And they alone were not allowed to learn from experience and to planbetter for the future and they might not go homeward and tell of theirdiscomfiture and the valor of our ancestors for they died here and paidthe penalty for their rashness and made the memory of this city immortalthrough valor and rendered their own country nameless through theirdefeat here These women then through their unjust desire for a countrynot their own justly lost their own7 After Adrastus and Polyneices had joined in the expedition againstThebes and had been worsted in battle the Thebans would not let thembury their dead So the Athenians who believed that if these men didwrong they had already the greatest punishment in death and that thegods of the lower world were not receiving their due and that by thepollution of holy places the gods above were being insulted first sentheralds and demanded them to grant the removal of the dead 8 thinkingit the part of brave men to punish their enemies while alive but of menwho distrusted themselves to show their courage on the bodies of thedead As they were unable to obtain this favor they marched against theThebans although previously there was no reason for hostility againstthem and not because they were trying to please the living Argives 9but because they believed those who died in battle should obtain thecustomary rites they ran into danger against the Thebans in theinterests of both on the one hand that they might never again offerinsult to the gods by their treatment of the dead and on the other thatthey might not return to their country with disgrace attached to theirnames without fulfilling Greek customs robbed of a common hope 10 Withthis in mind and thinking that the chances of war are common to all menthey made many enemies but with right on their side they came offvictorious And they did not roused by success contend for a greaterpunishment for the Thebans but they exhibited to them their own valorinstead of their impiety and after they had obtained the prizes theystruggled for the bodies of the Argives they buried them in their ownEleusis Such were they who fought for the dead of the Seven at Thebes11 And afterwards after Heracles had disappeared from men and hischildren fled from Eurystheus and were hunted by all the Greeks whothough ashamed indeed of what they did feared the power of Eurystheusthey came to this city and took refuge at the altars 12 And thoughEurystheus demanded it the Athenians would not give them up but theyreverenced the bravery of Heracles more than they feared their owndanger and they thought it more worthy of themselves to contend for theweak on the side of justice than to please those in power and surrenderthose wronged by them 13 And when Eurystheus marched on them at thattime at the head of the Peloponnesus they did not change their minds onthe approach of danger but held the same opinion as,28
Transcribed from the 1900 Macmillan and Co edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukMODERN BROODS or DEVELOPMENTS UNLOOKED FORCHAPTER ITORTOISES AND HARESWhateer is good to wish ask that of HeavenThough it be what thou canst not hope to see HARTLEY COLERIDGEThe scene was a drawingroom with oldfashioned heavy sash windowsopening on a narrow brickwalled towngarden sloping down to a riverand neatly kept  The same might be said of the room where heavyoldfashioned furniture handsome but not new was concealed byvarious flimsy modernisms knicknacks fans brackets chinaphotographs and watercolours a canary singing loud in the window inthe winter sunshineMiss Prescott announced the maid but finding no auditor save thecanary she retreated and Miss Prescott looked round her with a halfsigh of recognition of the surroundings  She was herself a quietlooking gentle lady rather small with a sweet mouth and eyes ofhazel in a rather worn face dressed in a soft woollen and grey furwith headgear to suit and there was an air of glad expectation alittle flush that did not look permanent on her thin cheeksIs it you my dear Miss Prescott was the greeting of the olderhostess as she entered her grey hair rough and uncovered and herdress of wellused black silk her complexion of the red that showswear and care  Then it is true she asked as the kiss and doubleshake of the hand was exchangedMay I ask  Is it true  May I congratulate youOh yes it is true said Miss Prescott breathlessly  I supposethe girls are at the High SchoolYes they will be at home at one  Or shall I send for themNo thank you Mrs Best  I shall like to have a little time withyou first  I can stay till a quarterpast threeThen come and take off your things  I do not know when I have beenso gladDo the girls know asked Miss Prescott following upstairs to acomfortable bedroom evidently serving also the purposes of a privateroom for writing table and account books stood near the fireThey know something Kate Bell heard a report from her cousins andthey have been watching anxiously for news from youI would not write till I knew more  I hope they have not raisedtheir expectations too high for though it is enough to be an immenserelief it is not exactly affluence  I have been with Mr Bell goinginto the matter and seeing the place said Miss Prescott sittingcomfortably down in the armchair Mrs Best placed for her while sheherself sat down in another disposing themselves for a talk over thefireMr Bell reckons it at about 600 pounds a yearAnd an estateA very pretty cottage in a Devonshire valley with the furniture andthree acres of landOh  I believe the girls fancy that it is at least as large as LordColdhurstsYes I was in hopes that they would have heard nothing about itIt came through some of their schoolfellows one cannot help thingsgetting into the airAnd there getting inflated like bubbles said Miss Prescottsmiling  Well their expectations will have a fall poor dearsAnd it does not come from their side of the family said Mrs BestOf course not  And it was wholly unexpected was it notYes I had my name of Magdalen from my great aunt Tremlett but shehad never really forgiven my mothers marriage though she consentedto be my godmother  She offered to adopt me on my mothers deathand once when my father married again and when we lost him shewrote to propose my coming to live with her but there would havebeen no payment and soYes you dear good thing you thought it your duty to go and workfor your poor little stepmother and her childrenWhat else was my education good for which has been a costly thingto poor father  And then the old lady was affronted for good andnever took any more notice of me nor answered my letters  I did noteven know she was dead till I heard from Mr Bell who had learnt itfrom his lawyersIt was quite right of her  Dear Magdalen I am so glad said MrsBest crossing over to kiss her for the first stiffness had wornoff and they were together again as had been the solicitorsdaughter and the chemists daughter who went to the same school tillMagdalen had been sent away to be finished in GermanyDear Sophy I wish you had the good fortune tooOh my galleons are coming when George has prospered a little morein Queensland and comes to fetch me  Sophia and he say they shallfight for me said Mrs Best who had been bravely presiding over ahighschool boardinghouse ever since her husband a railwayengineer had been killed by an accident and left her with twochildren to bring up  Dear children they are very good to meI am sure you have been goodness itself to us said Magdalen intaking the care of these poor little ones when their mother died  Idont know how to be thankful enough to you and for all the blessingswe have had  And that this should have come just now especiallywhen my life with Lady Milsom is coming to an endIndeedYes the little boys are old enough for school and the Colonel isgoing to take a house at Shrewsbury where his mother will live withthem and want me no longerYou have been there seven yearsYes and very happy  When Fanny married Lady Milsom was leftalone and would not part with me and then came the two little boysfrom India so that she had an excuse for retaining me but that isover now or will be in a few weeks time  I had been trying for anengagement and finding that beside your highschool diploma youngladies I am considered quite passeeMy dear  With your art and music and allToo true  And while I was digesting a polite hint that my termswere too high and therewith Agathas earnest appeal to be sent toGirton there comes this inheritance,13
MEMORIES OF HAWTHORNEByRose Hawthorne LathropPREFACEIt will be seen that this volume is really written by SophiaHawthorne whose letters from earliest girlhood are so expressed andso profound in thought and loveliness that some will of sternerquality than a daughters must cast them aside I have tried to weedout those written records of hers even from 1820 reaching to herlast year in 1871 that could give no especial pleasure to anydescendant who might come upon them and I have been astonished tofind that there was scarcely one such page This is the explanation ofmy return in the company of the friends of my father and mother toan old garden a familiar discourse and a circle of life thatembraced so much beautyROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROPNEW YORK February 20th 1897CONTENTSonline ed page numbers omittedCHAPTER ITHE HAWTHORNES AND THE PEABODYSThe Hawthornes summoned from their quietude by the Peabodys SophiaPeabodys mother and grandmother the latter wife of General Palmerwho was prominent in the Revolution Characteristics of the MissesPeabody Letters to the Hawthornes from the Peabodys though so closeat hand because of the difficulty of seeing the former at any timeThe dignity of George Peabodys nature Sophias fondness for profoundbooks The great affection of friends for her who bring rare flowersto the little studio where she is often imprisoned ElizabethHawthorne consents to walk with the Peabodys Dr Channings regardfor Sophias artistic talent and motive Miss Burleys literary clubto which Hawthorne liked to go with Sophia The wooing not a momentdelayed Visits from Emerson and Very Elizabeth goes forth among themost interesting people of Boston and remains to teach theirdaughtersCHAPTER IITHE DAYS OF THE ENGAGEMENTHawthorne and Sophia become engaged but defer the announcement for ayear Sophia visits friends in Boston and Hawthorne visits Bostonalso Washington Allstons deep approval of Sophias talentsElizabeth visits the Emersons in Concord and writes as if fromheaven Mr Bancroft remarked to Emerson that Hawthorne wasexceptionally thorough in business Sophia draws and paints vigorouslyin her happy security of the highest love Letters from Hawthorne toher Fragment of a ScrapBook kept by Hawthorne at the Boston CustomHouse Friends rejoice in the engagement when it is made knownCHAPTER IIITHE EARLY DAYS OF THE MARRIAGEThe beautiful marriage is appreciated by all Letters to Mrs CalebFoote and to Sophias mother describe life at the Old Manse inConcord The birth of Una Emerson Thoreau and Hawthorne skate uponthe river near the Manse with differing aspects The radiance andsublimity of a Massachusetts winter enrich the landscape Eveningreadings by Hawthorne to his wife from the classics begun and alwayscontinued Friends call somewhat frequently at last from the outsideworld Visits to relatives in Boston and Salem Mary Peabody becomesthe wife of Horace Mann Sophia describes Unas favorable impressionupon the circle of friends in Salem and Boston Returning to the OldManse renews the enjoyment of nature and peaceCHAPTER IVLIFE IN SALEMSalem becomes their home for the second time Letter from George WCurtis while in Europe Sophia expresses in a letter to Hawthorne herentire satisfaction though poor and in the midst of petty caresunder his enchanting protection Daniel Websters oration in SalemAlcotts monologue Thoreaus lecture Letters about the attack ofcertain mistaken people upon Hawthorne as a Democrat and officialHawthorne writes to Horace Mann upon the subject The best citizensare active to remedy the offense against Hawthorne George Mulletsletters describing Hawthorne as official and manCHAPTER VFROM SALEM TO BERKSHIREThe Hawthornes seek a home by the sea but drift up to the mountainsof Berkshire and are happy Letter from Mrs James R Lowell _nee_White The Sedgwicks are the kindest friends in the world HermanMelville is drawn to the life by Mrs Hawthorne in a letter to hermother A poem by Mrs Hawthorne to her husbandCHAPTER VILENOXLetters and visits from friends are frequent in Lenox where aliterary group begin to suggest flight to the Hawthornes who have noliking for a fussy succession of intercourse Hawthorne reads theHouse of the Seven Gables aloud to his wife as he writes it Hesends a long letter to William B Pike Charming long letters comefrom Herman Melville though he is not far offCHAPTER VIIFROM LENOX TO CONCORDLetter full of amused astonishment from Hawthorne to Mrs TappanDescriptions of the divine Lenox home life by Mrs Hawthorne Theremoval to West Newton and finally to Concord is made Letter fromMaria L Porter a kindred nature Mr Alcott is lovingly analyzed byMrs Hawthorne Letters to her from Mr Alcott Letters to her fromEmerson of an earlier date Letters from Margaret Fuller MrsHawthorne describes The Wayside General Solomon McNiel wields hisaffable sword The Emersons pervade the little town like reigningpowersCHAPTER VIIITHE LIVERPOOL CONSULATEThe Wayside begins to be hospitable in earnest and Mr Miller theartist talks unceasingly there Mrs Hawthorne describes her husbandHawthorne visits the Isles of Shoals ExPresident Pierce is insultedand bears it well Hawthorne visits Brunswick College and is welcomedback there A talk on The Wayside hill The Liverpool Consulate isgiven to Hawthorne who visits Washington before embarking forEngland Description of Hawthorne by his daughter Rose The voyage isdescribed in a letter from Mrs Hawthorne Field Talfourd pleases herespecially Mr Henry Bright shines upon the family Rose describeshim Mrs Hawthorne writes to her father about him his family attheir home and of English waysCHAPTER IXENGLISH DAYS IHospitable English strangers make the American strangers welcome AnEnglish mansion described by Mrs Hawthorne Liverpool organizationshonor Hawthorne by attentions The Squareys of Dacre Hill Hawthornesunstinted friendliness towards Americans in distress The De Quinceyfamily greatly desire to see Hawthorne Ticknor says Hawthorne meetsthe sons of Burns Liscard Vale and its dinnerparty described by MrsHawthorne who is entertained by the magnificence and the charactersrichly gathered there Mrs Hawthorne tells her father about a visitto Chester on Sunday The Westminster Review praises Hawthornesart Distinguished English people seek Hawthorne out Mr Martineaudescribed by Mrs Hawthorne Mr Bennochs first call upon the familyMiss Cushman visits the Hawthornes with her splendid geniality MrsHawthorne described by her daughter Rose Hawthorne is hunted togorgeous dinners against his better instincts Henry Bright moredelightfully drives him to beautiful scenes The Scarlet Lettersells very largely in England and is read The Consulate,0
Transcribed from the 1913 Hodder and Stoughton edition by DavidPrice email ccx074coventryacukMARK RUTHERFORDS DELIVERANCECHAPTER INEWSPAPERSWhen I had established myself in my new lodgings in Camden Town Ifound I had ten pounds in my pocket and again there was no outlookI examined carefully every possibility  At last I remembered that arelative of mine who held some office in the House of Commons addedto his income by writing descriptive accounts of the debatesthrowing in by way of supplement any stray scraps of gossip which hewas enabled to collect  The rules of the House as to the admissionof strangers were not so strict then as they are now and he assuredme that if I could but secure a commission from a newspaper he couldpass me into one of the galleries and when there was nothing to beheard worth describing I could remain in the lobby where I shouldby degrees find many opportunities of picking up intelligence whichwould pay  So far so good but how to obtain the commission  Imanaged to get hold of a list of all the country papers and I wroteto nearly every one offering my services  I am afraid that Isomewhat exaggerated them for I had two answers and after a littlecorrespondence two engagements  This was an unexpected stroke ofluck but alas both journals circulated in the same district  Inever could get together more stuff than would fill about a columnand a half and consequently I was obliged with infinite pains tovary so that it could not be recognised the form of what atbottom was essentially the same matter  This was work which wouldhave been disagreeable enough if I had not now ceased in a greatmeasure to demand what was agreeable  In years past I coveted alife not of mere sensual enjoymentfor that I never caredbut alife which should be filled with activities of the noblest kind andit was intolerable to me to reflect that all my waking hours were inthe main passed in merest drudgery and that only for a few momentsat the beginning or end of the day could it be said that the highersympathies were really operative  Existence to me was nothing butthese few moments and consequently flitted like a shadow  I wasnow however the better of what was half disease and half somethinghealthy and good  In the first place I had discovered that myappetite was far larger than my powers  Consumed by a longing forcontinuous intercourse with the best I had no ability whatever tomaintain it and I had accepted as a fact however mysterious itmight be that the human mind is created with the impulses of aseraph and the strength of a man  Furthermore what was I that Ishould demand exceptional treatment  Thousands of men and womensuperior to myself are condemned if that is the proper word to useto almost total absence from themselves  The roar of the world forthem is never lulled to rest nor can silence ever be secured inwhich the voice of the Divine can be heardMy letters were written twice a week and as each contained a columnand a half I had six columns weekly to manufacture  These I was inthe habit of writing in the morning my evenings being spent at theHouse  At first I was rather interested but after a while theoccupation became tedious beyond measure and for this reason  In adiscussion of any importance about fifty members perhaps would takepart and had made up their minds beforehand to speak  There couldnot possibly be more than three or four reasons for or against themotion and as the knowledge that what the intending orator had tourge had been urged a dozen times before on that very night neverdeterred him from urging it again the same arguments dilutedmuddled and mispresented recurred with the most wearisomeiterationThe public outside knew nothing or very little of the real House ofCommons and the manner in which time was squandered there for thereports were all of them much abbreviated  In fact I doubt whetheranybody but the Speaker and one or two other persons in the sameposition as myself really felt with proper intensity what the wastewas and how profound was the vanity of members and the itch forexpression for even the reporters were relieved at stated intervalsand the impression on their minds was not continuous  Another evilresult of these attendances at the House was a kind of politicalscepticism  Over and over again I have seen a Government arraignedfor its conduct of foreign affairs  The evidence lay in masses ofcorrespondence which it would have required some days to master andthe verdict after knowing the facts ought to have depended upon theapplication of principles each of which admitted a contraryprinciple for which much might be pleaded  There were not fiftymembers in the House with the leisure or the ability to understandwhat it was which had actually happened and if they had understoodit they would not have had the wit to see what was the rule whichought to have decided the case  Yet whether they understood or notthey were obliged to vote and what was worse the constituenciesalso had to vote and so the gravest matters were settled in utterignorance  This has often been adduced as an argument against anextended suffrage but if it is an argument against anything it isan argument against intrusting the aristocracy and even the Houseitself with the destinies of the nation for no dock labourer couldpossibly be more entirely empty of all reasons for action than thenoble lords squires lawyers and railway directors whom I have seentroop to the division bell  There is something deeper than thisscepticism but the scepticism is the easiest and the most obviousconclusion to an open mind dealing so closely and practically withpolitics as it was my lot to do at this time of my life  Men must begoverned and when it comes to the question by whom I for onewould,13
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE EMANCIPATRIXbyHOMER EON FLINTNew YorkIllustrated title The Emancipatrix in script over abackground of a bee silhouetted against a full moon on thehorizonITHE MENTAL EXPEDITIONThe doctor closed the door behind him crossed to the table silentlyoffered the geologist a cigar and waited until smoke was issuing fromit Then he saidWell bluntly whats come between you and your wife VanThe geologist showed no surprise Instead he frowned severely at theend of his cigar and carefully seated himself on the corner of thetable When he spoke there was a certain rigor in his voice which toldthe doctor that his friend was holding himself tightly in reinIt really began when the four of us got together to investigateCapellette two months ago Van Emmon was a thorough man in importantmatters Maybe I ought to say that both Billie and I were as muchinterested as either you or Smith she often says that even the tour ofMercury and Venus was less wonderfulWhat is more we are both just as eager to continue the investigationsWe still have all kinds of faith in the Venusian formula we want tovisit as many more worlds as the science of telepathy will permit Itisnt that either of us has lost interestThe doctor rather liked the geologists scientific way of stating thecase even though it meant hearing things he already knew Kinneywatched and waited and listened intentlyYou remember of course what sort of a man I got in touch with Powartwas easily the greatest Capellan of them all a magnificent intellectwhich I still think was intended to have ruled the rest I haventbacked down from my original positionVan You still believe incredulously in a government of the sort hecontemplatedVan Emmon nodded aggressively All that we learned merely strengthensmy conviction Remember what sort of people the working classes ofCapellette were Smiths agent was typicala helpless nincompoop notfit to govern himself The geologist strove to keep his patienceHowever remarked Kinney the chap whose mind I used was no foolNor was Billies agent the woman surgeon agreed Van Emmon even ifshe did prefer the Devolutionist to Powart But youll have to admitdoc that the vast majority of the Capellans were incompetents the restwere exceptionsThe doctor spoke after a brief pause Andthats what is wrong VanYes grimly Billie cant help but rejoice that things turned out theway they did She is sure that the workers now that theyve beenseparated from the ruling class will proceed to make a perfect paradiseout of their land He could not repress a certain amount of sarcasmAs well expect a bunch of monkeys to build a steam engineWell after a little hesitation as I said before doc Ive noreason to change my mind You may talk all you like about itI cantagree to such ideas The only way to get results on that planet is forthe upper classes to continue to governAnd this is what you two havequarreled aboutVan Emmon nodded sorrowfully He lit another cigar absentmindedly andcleared his throat twice before going on My fault I guess Ive beenso darned positive about everything Ive said Ive probably causedBillie to sympathize with her friends more solidly than she wouldotherwiseBut just because youve championed the autocrats so heartilyIm afraid so The geologist was plainly relieved to have stated thecase in full He leaned forward in his eagerness to be understood Hetold the doctor things that were altogether too personal to be includedin this accountMeanwhile out in the doctors study Smith had made no move whatever tointerrogate the geologists young wife Instead the engineer simplyremained standing after Billie had sat down and gave her only anoccasional hurried glance Shortly the silence got on her nerves andsuch was her nature as contrasted with Van Emmonswhereas he hadstated causes first she went straight to effectsWell explosively Van and I have splitSmith was seldom surprised at anything This time was no exception Hemerely murmured Sorry under his breath and Billie rushed on herpentup feelings eager to escapeWe havent mentioned Capellette for weeks Smith We dont dare If wedid thered be such a rumpus that wewed separate Something came upinto her throat which had to be choked back before she could go onThenI dont know why it is but every time the subject is brought up Vanmakes me so WILD She controlled herself with a tremendous effort Heblames me of course because of what I did to help the DevolutionistBut I cant be blamed for sympathizing with the under dog can I Ivealways preferred justice to policy any time Justice first I say AndI think weve seenthere on Capellettehow utterly impossible it isfor any such system as theirs to last indefinitelyBut before she could follow up her point the door opened and the doctorreturned with her husband Kinney did not allow any tension to developinstead he said brisklyTheres only a couple of hours remaining between now and dinner time Imove we get busy He glanced about the room to see if all was inplace The four chairs each with its legs tipped with glass the fourfootstools similarly insulated from the floor the electrical circuitrunning from the odd group of machinery in the corner and connectingfour pair of brass braceletsall were ready for use He motioned theothers to the chairs in which they had already accomplished marvels inthe way of mental travelingNow he remarked as he began to fit the bracelets to his wrists anexample which the rest straightway followed now we want to make surethat we all have the same purpose in mind Last time we were simplylooking for four people such as had viewpoints similar to our own Today our object is to locate somewhere among the planets attached toone of the innumerable sunstars of the universe one on which theconditions are decidedly different from anything we have known beforeBillie and Van Emmon their affair temporarily forgotten listenedeagerlyAs I recall it Smith calmly observed we agreed that this attemptwould be to locate a new kind ofwell nearhuman Isnt that rightThe doctor nodded Nothing more or lessspeaking,41
Charles Franks Charles Aldarondo and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamMR BINGLEBY George Barr McCutcheonAuthor of Graustark The Hollow of Her HandThe Prince of Graustark etcWith Illustrations byJAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGGCONTENTSCHAPTER   I THE FIVE LITTLE SYKESES  II RELATING TO AN ODD RELATION III THE DEATH OF UNCLE JOE  IV FORTY MINUTES LATE   V THE STORY OF JOSEPH  VI THE HONORABLE THOMAS SINGLETON BINGLE VII SEARCHERS REWARDEDVIII THE AFFAIRS OF AMY AND DICK  IX THE MAN CALLED HINMAN   X MR BINGLE THINKS OF BECOMING AN ANGEL  XI A TIMELY LESSON IN LOVE XII THE BIRTH OF NAPOLEONXIII TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE XIV THE LAWS LAST WORD  XV DECEMBER XVI ANOTHER CHRISTMAS EVEXVII THE LAST TO ARRIVECHAPTER ITHE FIVE LITTLE SYKESESA coal fire crackled cheerily in the little open grate that suppliedwarmth to the steamheated livingroom in the modest apartment of MrThomas S Bingle lower New York somewhere to the west of FifthAvenue and not far removed from Washington Squarein the wrongdirection however if one must be precise in the matter ofemphasizing the social independence of the Bingle familyand be ithere recorded that without the genial aid of that grate of coals thelivingroom would have been a cheerless place indeed Mr Bingle hadspent most of the evening in trying to coax heat from the lowerregions into the pipes of the seventh heaven wherein he dwelt andwithout the slightest sign of success The frigid coils in the cornerof the room remained obdurate If they indicated the slightest symptomof warmth during the evening it was due entirely to the expansivegenerosity of the humble grate and not because they were moved byinward remorse They were able however to supply the odour of faroff steam as of an abandoned laundry and sometimes they chortledmeanly revealing signs of an energy that in anything but a steam pipemight have been mistaken for a promise to do betterMr Bingle poked the fire and looked at his watch Then he crossed tothe window drew the curtains and shade aside and tried to peerthrough the frosty panes into the street seven stories below A hollywreath hung suspended in the window completely obscured from view onone side by hoar frost on the other by a lemoncoloured window shadethat had to be handled with patience out of respect for a lapsedspring at the top He scraped a peephole in the frosty surface andafter drying his fingers on his smoking jacket looked downward witheyes asquintDo sit down Tom said his wife from her chair by the fireplace Awatched pot never boils You cant see them from the window in anyeventI can see the car when it stops at the corner my dear said MrBingle enlarging the peephole with a vigour that appeared to beaggravated by advice Melissa said seven oclock and it is fourminutes after nowYou forget that Melissa didnt start until after she had cleared awaythe dinner things SheI know I know he interrupted still peering But that was an hourago Mary I think a car is stopping at the corner now No It didntstop so there must have been some one waiting to get on instead ofoffDo come and sit down You are as fidgety as a childDear me said Mr Bingle turning away from the window with ashiver how I pity the poor unfortunates who havent a warm fire tosit beside tonight It is going to be the coldest night in twentyyears according to thethere Did you hear that He stepped to thewindow once more The double ring of a streetcar bell had reached hisears and he knew that a car had stopped at the corner belowAccording to the weather report this afternoon he concluded recrossing the room to sit down beside the fire very erect andexpectant a smile on his pinched eager face He was watching thehall doorIt was Christmas Eve There were signs of the season in every cornerof the plain but cosy little sittingroom Mistletoe hung from thechandelier gay bunting and strands of gold and silver tinsel drapedthe bookcase and the writing desk holly and myrtle covered the wallbrackets and red tissue paper shaded all of the electric lightglobes big candles and little candles flickered on the mantelpieceand some were red and some were white and yet others were green andblue with the paint that Mr Bingle had applied with earnest thoughartless disregard for subsequent odours packages done up in white andtied with red ribbon neatly doublebowed formed a significantcentrepiece for the ornate mahogany library tableand one who did notknow the Bingles would have looked about in quest of small fry withpopping covetous eyes and sleekly brushed hair The alluring scent ofgaudily painted toys pervaded the Christmas atmosphere quiteoffsetting the hint of steam from more fortunate depths and one couldsniff the odour of freshly buttered popcorn All these signs spoke ofchildren and the proximity of Kris Kringle and yet there were nolittle Bingles nor had there ever been so much as oneMr and Mrs Bingle were childless The tragedy of life for them laynot in the loss of a firstborn but in the fact that no babe had evercome to fill their hungry hearts with the food they most desired andcraved Nor was there any promise of subsequent concessions in theirbehalf For fifteen years they had longed for the boon that was deniedthem and to the end of their simple kindly days they probably wouldgo on longing Poor as they were neither would have complained iffate had given them halfadozen healthy mouths to feed as manywriggling bodies to clothe and all the splendid worries that go withcolic croup measles mumps broken arms and all the other ailmentspeculiar not so much to childhood as they are paramount toparenthoodLonely incomplete lives they led with no bitterness in their soulsloving each other the more as they tried to fill the void with songsof resignation Away back in the early days Mr Bingle had said thatChristmas was a bleak thing without children to lift the pallorsomething of the sortOut of that wellworn conclusionoft expressed,13
Produced by Joshua Hutchinson Tom Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsINDIAN GAMESAN HISTORICAL RESEARCHBY ANDREW McFARLAND DAVISThere are says Father Brebeuf in his account of what was worthy ofnote among the Hurons in 1636 Footnote Relations des JesuitesQuebec 1858 p 113 three kinds of games particularly in vogue withthis people cross platter and straw The first two are they saysupreme for the health Does not that excite our pity Lo a poor sickperson whose body is hot with fever whose soul foresees the end ofhis days and a miserable sorcerer orders for him as the only coolingremedy a game of cross Sometimes it is the invalid himself who mayperhaps have dreamed that he will die unless the country engages in agame of cross for his health Then if he has ever so little credityou will see those who can best play at cross arrayed village againstvillage in a beautiful field and to increase the excitement theywill wager with each other their beaver skins and their necklaces ofporcelain beadsSometimes also one of their medicine men will say that the wholecountry is ill and that a game of cross is needed for its cure It isnot necessary to say more The news incontinently spreads everywhereThe chiefs in each village give orders that all the youths shall dotheir duty in this respect otherwise some great calamity will overtakethe countryLACROSSEIn 1667 Nicolas Perrot then acting as agent of the French governmentwas received near Saut Sainte Marie with stately courtesy and formalceremony by the Miamis to whom he was deputed A few days after hisarrival the chief of that nation gave him as an entertainment a gameof lacrosse Footnote Histoire de lAmerique Septentrionale par M deBacqueville de la Potherie Paris 1722 Vol II 124 _et seq_More than two thousand persons assembled in a great plain each withhis cross A wooden ball about the size of a tennis ball was tossed inthe air From that moment there was a constant movement of all thesecrosses which made a noise like that of arms which one hears during abattle Half the savages tried to send the ball to the northwest thelength of the field the others wished to make it go to the southeastThe contest which lasted for a half hour was doubtfulIn 1763 an army of confederate nations inspired by the subtleinfluence of Pontiacs master mind formed the purpose of seizingthe scattered forts held by the English along the northwesternfrontier On the fourth day of June of that year the garrison at FortMichilimackinac unconscious of their impending fate thoughtlesslylolled at the foot of the palisade and whiled away the day in watchingthe swaying fortunes of a game of ball which was being played by someIndians in front of the stockade Alexander Henry who was on the spotat the time says that the game played by these Indians was Baggatiwaycalled by the Canadians _le jeu de la Crosse_ Footnote Travels andAdventures in Canada etc by Alexander Henry New York 1809 p 78Travels through the Interior parts of North America by Jonathan CarverLondon 1778 p 19 The Book of the Indians by Samuel G DrakeBoston 1811 Book V Ch III p 52Parkman Footnote The Conspiracy of Pontiac by Francis ParkmanBoston 1870 Vol 1 p 339 concludes a vivid description of thesurprise and massacre of the garrison at Michilimackinac based uponauthentic facts as follows Bushing and striking tripping theiradversaries or hurling them to the ground they pursued the animatingcontest amid the laughter and applause of the spectators Suddenlyfrom the midst of the multitude the ball soared into the air anddescending in a wide curve fell near the pickets of the fort This wasno chance stroke It was part of a preconcerted scheme to insure thesurprise and destruction of the garrison As if in pursuit of the ballthe players turned and came rushing a maddened and tumultuous throngtowards the gate In a moment they had reached it The amazed Englishhad no time to think or act The shrill cries of the ballplayers werechanged to the ferocious warwhoop The warriors snatched from thesquaws the hatchets which the latter with this design had concealedbeneath their blankets Some of the Indians assailed the spectatorswithout while others rushed into the fort and all was carnage andconfusionThus we see that the favorite game of ball of the North AmericanIndians known today as it was in 1636 by the name of lacrossewas potent among them as a remedial exercise or superstitious rite tocure diseases and avert disaster that it formed part of statelyceremonials which were intended to entertain and amuse distinguishedguests and that it was made use of as a stratagem of war by means ofwhich to lull the suspicions of the enemy and to gain access to theirfortsThe descriptions of lacrosse which have been transmitted to us wouldoften prove unintelligible to one who had never seen the game playedThe writers of the accounts which have come down to us from the earlypart of the seventeenth century were men whose lives were spent amongthe scenes which they described and they had but little time and fewopportunities for careful writing The individual records thoughsomewhat confused enable us easily to identify the game and acomparison of the different accounts shows how thoroughly the mainfeatures of the game have been preservedLacrosse is played today as follows The number of players on theopposing sides should be equal Regular stations are assigned in therules for playing the game for twelve on each side Goals eachconsisting of two upright posts or staffs generally about six feetapart and of equal height are planted at each end of the field Thelength of the field and its bounds are determined by the character ofthe ground and the skill of the players The effort of each side is toprevent the ball from passing through the goal assigned to itsprotection and equally to try to drive it through the opposite goalUnder no circumstances can the ball be touched during the,4
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPEGGY STEWARTNAVY GIRLAT HOMEBYGABRIELLE E JACKSONAUTHOR OF SILVER HEELS THREE GRACESSERIES CAPT POLLY SERIES ETCWITH FRONTISPIECE BYNORMAN ROCKWELL1920THIS LITTLE STORY OF ANNAPOLIS ISMOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TOHWHWHOSE SUNNY SOUL AND CHEERYVOICE HELPED TO MAKE MANY ANHOUR HAPPY FOR THE ONE HE CALLEDLITTLE MOTHERCONTENTSCHAPTER    I  SPRINGTIDE   II  THE EMPRESS  III  DADDY NEIL   IV  IN OCTOBERS DAYS    V  POLLY HOWLAND   VI  A FRIENDSHIP BEGINS  VII  PEGGY STEWART CHATELAINE VIII  A SHOCKING DEMONSTRATION OF INTEMPERANCE   IX  DUNMORES LAST CHRISTMAS    X  A DOMESTIC EPISODE   XI  PLAYING GOOD SAMARITAN  XII  THE SPICE OF PEPPER AND SALT XIII  THE MASQUERADERS SHOW  XIV  OFF FOR NEW LONDON   XV  REGATTA DAY  XVI  THE RACE XVII  SHADOWS CAST BEFOREXVIII  YOUVE SPOILED THEIR TEA PARTY  XIX  BACK AT SEVERNDALECHAPTER ISPRINGTIDEPeggy Maggie Mag Margaret Marguerite Muggins Hum Half a dozen ofthem Wonder if there are any more Yes theres Peggoty and Peg to saynothing of Margaretta Gretchen Meta Margarita Keta Madge Mygoodness Is there any end to my nicknames I mistrust Im a verycommonplace mortal I wonder if other girls names can be twisted aroundinto as many picture puzzles as mine can What do YOU think about itShashai Footnote Shashai Hebrew for noble pronounced Shashaaiand the girl reached up both arms to draw down into their embrace thesilky head of a superb young colt which stood close beside her acreature which would have made any horselover stop stockstill andexclaim at sight of him He was a magnificent twoyearold Kentuckianfaultless as to his points with a head to set an artist rhapsodizingand atingle to put it upon his canvas His coat mane and tail wereblack as midnight and glossy as satin The great lustrous eyes held aliving fire the delicate nostrils were aquiver every moment thefaultlessly curved ears alert as a wild creatures And he WAS halfwild for never had saddle rested upon his back girth encircled him orbit fretted the sensitive mouth A halter thus far in his career hadbeen his only badge of bondage and the girl caressing him had been theone to put it upon him It would have been a bad quarter of an hour forany other person attempting it But she was his familiar though farfrom being his evil genius On the contrary she was his presidingspirit of goodJust now as the splendid head nestled confidingly in her circling armsshe was whispering softly into one velvety ear oh so velvety as itrested against her ripe red lips so soft so perfect in their moldingThe ear moved slightly back and forth speaking its silent language Thenostrils emitted the faintest bubbling acknowledgment of the whisperedwords The beautiful eyes were so expressive in their intelligentcomprehensionToo many cooks spoil the broth Shashai Too many grooms can spoil acolt Too many mistresses turn a household topsyturvy How about toomany names old boy Can they spoil a girl But maybe Im spoiledalready How about it and a musical laugh floated out from between thepretty lipsThe colt raised his head whinnied aloud as though in denial and stampedone deerlike unshod forehoof as though to emphasize his protest thenhe again slid his head back into the arms as if their slender roundnessencompassed all his little worldYou old dear exclaimed the girl softly adding Eh but its abeautiful world A wonderful world and broke into the lilting refrainof Wonderful world and sang it through in a voice of singularlyhaunting sweetness But the words were not those of the popular songThey had been written and set to its air by Peggys tutorShe seemed to forget everything else though she continued tomechanically run light sensitive fingers down the velvety muzzle soclose to her face and semiconsciously reach forth the other hand tocaress the head of a superb wolfhound which upon the first sweet noteshad risen from where she lay not far off to listen thrusting aninsinuating nose under her arm She seemed to float away with her songoff off across the sloping greening fields to the broad blue reachesof Bound Bay all aglitter in the morning sunlightShe was seated in the crotch of a snakefence running parallel with theroad which ended in a curve toward the east and vanished in a thindrawnperspective toward the west There was no habitation or sign of humanbeing near The soft March wind with its thousand earthy odors andpromises of a Maryland springtide swept across the bay stirring herdark hair brushed up from her forehead in a natural wavy pompadourand secured by a barrette and a big bow of dark red ribbon the longbraid falling down her back tied by another bow of the same color Theforehead was broad and exceptionally intellectual The eyebrowsmatching the dark hair perfectly penciled The nose straight and cleancut as a Greek statues The chin resolute as a boys The teeth whiteand faultless And the eyes Well Peggy Stewarts eyes sometimes madepeople smile sometimes almost weep and invariably brought a puzzledfrown to their foreheads They were the oddest eyes ever seen Peggyherself often laughed and saidMy eyes seem to perplex people worse than the elephant perplexed thesix blind men of Hindustan who went to SEE him No two people everpronounce them the same color yet each individual is perfectly honestin his belief that they are black or dark brown or dark blue or deepgray or SEA green Maybe Nature designed me for a chameleon but changedher mind when she had completed my eyesPeggy Stewart would hardly have been called a beautiful girl gauged byconventional standards Her features were not regular enough forperfection the mouth perhaps a trifle too large but she was mightilypleasin fer to study bout old Mammy insisted when the other servantswere talking about her babyOh yes conceded Martha Harrison the only white woman besides Peggyherself upon the plantation Oh yes,0
This etext was produced by Jack Eden wakerobinorgTHE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHSWITH PORTRAITS AND MANY ILLUSTRATIONSVOLUME VPEPACTONPREFACEI HAVE all the more pleasure in calling my book after the title of the first chapter Pepacton because this is the Indian name of my native stream In its watershed I was born and passed my youth and here on its banks my kindred sleep Here also I have gathered much of the harvest poor though it be that I have put in this and in previous volumes of my writingsThe term Pepacton is said to mean marriage of the waters and with this significance it suits my purpose well as this book is also a union of many currentsThe Pepacton rises in a deep cleft or gorge in the mountains the scenery of which is of the wildest and ruggedest character For a mile or more there is barely room for the road and the creek at the bottom of the chasm On either hand the mountains interrupted by shelving overhanging precipices rise abruptly to a great height About half a century ago a pious Scotch family just arrived in this country came through this gorge One of the little boys gazing upon the terrible desolation of the scene so unlike in its savage and inhuman aspects anything he had ever seen at home nestled close to his mother and asked with bated breath Mither is there a God hereYet the Pepacton is a placid current especially in its upper portions where my youth fell but all its tributaries are swift mountain brooks fed by springs the best in the world It drains a high pastoral country lifted into long roundbacked hills and rugged wooded ranges by the subsiding impulse of the Catskill range of mountains and famous for its superior dairy and other farm products It is many long years since with the restlessness of youth I broke away from the old ties amid those hills but my heart has always been there and why should I not come back and name one of my books for the old streamCONTENTS   I PEPACTON A SUMMER VOYAGE   II SPRINGS   III AN IDYL OF THE HONEYBEE   IV NATURE AND THE POETS   V NOTES BY THE WAY   VI FOOTPATHS   VII A BUNCH OF HERBS   VIII WINTER PICTURES   INDEX LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS   FRINGED GENTIAN         From a photograph by         Herbert W Gleason   THE ASA GRAY SPRING         From a photograph by         Herbert W Gleason   KINGBIRD          From a drawing by L A         Fuertes   REDWINGED BLACKBIRD         From a photograph by         Herbert W Gleason   IN THE ORCHARD         From a drawing by Charles         H Woodbury   A MUSKRATS NEST         From a photograph by         Herbert W Gleason   A FIELD PATH          From a photograph by         Clifton JohnsonPEPACTONIA SUMMER VOYAGEWHEN one summer day I bethought me of a voyage down the east or Pepacton branch of the Delaware I seemed to want some excuse for the start some sendoff some preparation to give the enterprise genesis and head This I found in building my own boat It was a happy thought How else should I have got under way how else should I have raised the breeze The boatbuilding warmed the blood it made the germ take it whetted my appetite for the voyage There is nothing like serving an apprenticeship to fortune like earning the right to your tools In most enterprises the temptation is always to begin too far along we want to start where somebody else leaves off Go back to the stump and see what an impetus you get Those fishermen who wind their own flies before they go afishinghow they bring in the trout and those hunters who run their own bullets or make their own cartridges the game is already mortgaged to themWhen my boat was finishedand it was a very simple affairI was as eager as a boy to be off I feared the river would all run by before I could wet her bottom in it This enthusiasm begat great expectations of the trip I should surely surprise Nature and win some new secrets from her I should glide down noiselessly upon her and see what all those willow screens and baffling curves concealed As a fisherman and pedestrian I had been able to come at the stream only at certain points now the most private and secluded retreats of the nymph would be opened to me every bend and eddy every cove hedged in by swamps or passage walled in by high alders would be at the beck of my paddleWhom shall one take with him when he goes acourting Nature This is always a vital question There are persons who will stand between you and that which you seek they obtrude themselves they monopolize your attention they blunt your sense of the shy halfrevealed intelligences about you I want for companion a dog or a boy or a person who has the virtues of dogs and boystransparency goodnature curiosity open sense and a nameless quality that is akin to trees and growths and the inarticulate forces of nature With him you are alone and yet have company you are free,37
Produced by Beth L Constantine Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team This file was produced from images generously made available by theCanadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsPOEMS OF THEHEART AND HOMEBYMRS J C YULEPAMELA S VININGINTRODUCTIONIn presenting this little book to her readers the author is givingback to them in a collected form much that has previously been giventhemanonymously or under the _nomdeplume_ first ofEmillia then of Xenette or finally under her true name eitheras Miss Vining or Mrs Yuleand also much that they have neverbefore seenSome of these poems have been widely circulated not only in Canadabut in the United States and Great Britain and some appear for thefirst time in the pages of this book They are offered solely upontheir merits and upon those alone they must stand or fall Whateverthere is in them calculated to stir the heart of our common Humanityto voice forth its joys or its sorrowsto truly interpret itsemotionsor to give utterance to its aspirations and its hopes willlive that which does not thus speak for Humanity has no right tolive and the sooner it finds a merited oblivion the better for itsauthor and the worldThese poems are essentially Canadian They have nearly all beenwritten on Canadian soiltheir themes and incidentsthose that arenot purely imaginary or suggested by current events in othercountriesare almost wholly Canadian and they are mainly theoutgrowth of many and varied experiences in Canadian lifeTo the author there is hardly one that has not its little localhistory and that does not awaken reminiscences of some quiet Canadianhomesome rustic Canadian schoolhousesome dreamy hour in thebeautiful Canadian forestssome morning or evening walk amidstCanadian sceneryor some pleasant sail over Canadian watersThey have been written under widely different circumstances and ingreat part in brief intervals snatched from the arduous duties ofteaching or the more arduous ones of domestic lifeOf the personal experiences traceable through many of them it is notnecessary to speak We read in Gods word that _He fashioneth theirhearts alike_ therefore there is little to be found in any humanexperience that has not its counterpart in some sort in everyother and he alone is the true Poet who can so interpret his ownthat they will be recognized as in some sense the real or possibleexperiences of allTrusting that these unpretending lyrics may be able thus to touch aresponsive chord in many hearts and with a sincere desire to offer aworthy contribution to the literature of our new and prosperouscountry they are respectfully submitted to the public by the AUTHORINGERSOLL ONTAug 1881CONTENTSYes the weary Earth shall brightenTo a Day LilyLiving and DyingUp the NepigonLook UpFrost FlowersThe Beech nut GathererMemory BellsI will not DespairGods WitnessesThe Assembly of the DeadBe StillLittlewit and LoftusTo a Motherless BabeThe Caged Birds SongCrossing the Red SeaThe Wayside ElmDrownedMy Brother James and IIdleThe Worlds DayBrethren GoOur Nations BirthdayOur Field is the WorldSault Ste MarieBrother RestLoved and Lost or the Sky Lark and the VioletThe Gracious ProviderRest in HeavenGood NightThe Old Church ChoirNo other NameHeart PicturesFellowship with ChristAn AllegoryThe Cry of the KarensAloneMaryI am doing no goodHail Risen LordLines on the Death of a Young MotherPatienceA Parting HymnThe Dance of the WindsStrike the Chords SoftlyAt HomeSabbath MemoriesThe Eye that Never SleepsBy and ByThe One RefugeJudsons GraveShall be FreeAfter Fifty YearsThe Earth voice and its AnswerBeyond the ShadowsAutumn and WinterTill TomorrowOur Country or A Century of ProgressJesus the Souls RestThe Beautiful ArtistLet us PrayRich and PoorPalmerBalmy MorningSongThe PloughmanHe hath done all things weSomewhereThe TideEloiseAbraham LincolnGods BlessingsThe Silent MessengerUnder the SnowLongingsPoint of BlissAway to the HillsFlowers by a GraveThree for ThreeNowSunsetSweet Evening BellsUnknownOnwardLooking BackMinniebelWearyThe Body to the SoulNot YetMargueriteCome unto MeI will not let thee goGreeting HymnOne by OneLoveEvening HymnDeathI shall be satisfiedAt the Grave of a Young MotherGo Dream no MoreCome HomeBe in EarnestChlodineThe Bird and the Storm cloudNo SolitudeThe Stray LambStay Mother StayTime for BedFrom the Old to the NewThe Voice of SpringHonour to LaborThe MiserBrokenTo our ParentsUnder the RodThe White Stone CanoeGone BeforeJohannaStanzasCanadaI laid me down and sleptBright Thoughts for a Dark DayThe Drunkards ChildThe Names of JesusPOEMS OF THE HEART AND HOMEYES THE WEARY EARTH SHALL BRIGHTENYes the weary earth shall brighten  Brighten in the perfect dayAnd the fields that now but whiten  Golden glow beneath the raySlowly swelling in her bosom  Long the precious seed has lainSoon shall come the perfect blossom  Soon the rich abundant grainLong has been the night of weeping  But the morning dawns at lengthAnd the misty heights oersweeping  Lo the sun comes forth in strengthDown the slopes of ancient mountains  Over plain and vale and streamFlood and field and sparkling fountains  Speeds the warm rejoicing beamThink not God can fail His promise  Think not Christ can be deniedHe shall see His spirits travail  He shall yet be satisfiedSoon the Harvest home of angels  Shall resound from shore to shoreAnd amid Earths glad evangels  Christ shall reign for evermoreTO A DAY LILY    What only to stay    For a single dayThou beautiful bright hued on    Just to open thine eyes    To the blue of the skiesAnd the light of the glorious sun    Then to fade away    In the same rich rayAnd die ere the day is done    Bright thing of a day    Thou hast caught a rayFrom Morns jewelled curtain fold    On thy burning cheek    And the ruby streakHis dyed it with charms untold    And the gorgeous vest    On thy queenly breastIs dashed with her choicest gold    A statelier queen    Has never been seenA lovelier never will be    Nay Solomon dressed    In his kingliest bestWas never a match for thee    O beautiful flower    O joy of an hour_And only an hour_for me    An hour did,3
Produced by Wendy CrockettWithin You is the PowerbyHENRY THOMAS HAMBLINCONTENTS PREFACE CHAPTER IInfinite Life and Power CHAPTER IIThe Overcoming of Lifes Difficulties CHAPTER IIIFate or FreeWill CHAPTER IVCause and Effect CHAPTER VSuccess CHAPTER VIHealth CHAPTER VIIThe Secret of Abundant Supply CHAPTER VIIIThe Power and Limitations of the Subconscious Mind CHAPTER IXThe Use of the Spiritual or Superconscious Mind CHAPTER XCharacter Building and the Overcoming of Habit CHAPTER XIHappiness and Joy CHAPTER XIIThe Use and MisUse of Mental and Spiritual Powers CHAPTER XIIIOvercoming Limitations and Awakening Inward PowersPREFACEThere is a power lying hidden in man by the use of which he can riseto higher and better thingsThere is in man a greater Self that transcends the finite self ofthe senseman even as the mountain towers above the plainThe object of this little book is to help men and women to bring theirinward powers of mind and spirit into expression wisely and inharmony with universal law to build up character and to find withinthemselves that wondrous Self which is their real self and whichwhen found reveals to them that they are literally and truly sonsof God and daughters of the Most HighThere is no way whereby the discipline of life can be avoided Thereis no means by which fate can be tricked nor cunning device bywhich the great cosmic plan can be evaded Each life must meet itsown troubles and difficulties each soul must pass through its deepwaters every heart must encounter sorrow and grief But none needbe overwhelmed in the great conflicts of life for one who has learnedthe great secret of his identity with the Universal life and Powerdwells in an impregnable city built upon and into the Rock of Truthagainst which the storms of life beat in vainWhile this little work does not offer any vain promises of an easylifefor if this were possible it would be the greatest of alldisastersbut rather endeavours to show how to become so strong thatlife looks almost easy by comparison the life or fate does not changeor become easier but the individual alters and becomes strongeryet it does show the reader how to avoid making his life moredifficult than it need be Most peoples lives would be less filledwith trouble and suffering if they took life in the right spirit andacted in harmony with Universal LawIt is hoped that this little book may help many to come into harmonywith lifes law and purpose and thus avoid much needless sufferingto find the Greater Self within which discovery brings with it arealization of absolute security to bring into expression and wiselyuse their inner spiritual and mental forces and thus enter a lifeof overcoming and almost boundless powerCHAPTER IINFINITE LIFE AND POWERMan possesses did he but know it illimitable Power 1 This Poweris of the Spirit therefore it is unconquerable It is not the powerof the ordinary life or finite will or human mind It transcendsthese because being spiritual it is of a higher order than eitherphysical or even mental This Power lies dormant and is hidden withinman until he is sufficiently evolved and unfolded to be entrustedwith its use  1 The powers of the subconscious mind are dealt with in other      chapters The Powers of the Spirit are far greater and finer      than those of the subconscious mindThought is a spiritual power of tremendous potency but this is notthe power of which we speak By thought man can either raise himselfup and connect himself with the Power House of the Universe orcut himself off entirely from the Divine Inflow His thought is hisgreatest weapon because by it he can either draw on the Infiniteor sever himself in consciousness but not in reality from hisDivine SourceThrough the Divine Spark within him which is really his real Selfman is connected with the Infinite Divine Life and Power are hisif he _realizes_ that they are his So long as he is ignorant of hisoneness with the Divine Source of all life he is incapable ofappropriating the power that is really his If however he entersinto this inner knowledge he finds himself the possessor of infinitepower and unlimited resourcesThis Power then is Gods yet it is also mans but it is notrevealed to him until he is fit to be entrusted with it It is onlywhen man realizes his oneness with his Divine Source that he becomesfilled with Its power Many teachers and initiates lament the factthat certain secrets are being spread broadcast today secrets thatin the past were kept closely guarded They fear that unilluminedand unevolved people may make destructive use of spiritual powerThis to the writer appears to be improbable It is true that strongpersonalities who have a great belief in their own power to achieveand succeed draw unconsciously on hidden powers and thus are ableto raise themselves high above their fellows The use however thatthey can make of spiritual power for base purposes is limited andis not to be feared There are others of course who are misusingtheir powers These are black magicians and while they may do acertain amount of harm they become reduced ultimately to beggaryand impotence There are also others who spend the whole of theirspare time searching for knowledge of this very subject They readevery occult book they can lay hands on but they never find thatfor which they seek There are spiritual powers and influences thatwithhold the eyes of the seekers from seeing until they are readyfor the revelation When man in his search for Truth has given upall selfish striving after unworthy things and has ceased to usehis selfwill in conflict with the greater Will of the Whole he isready for the revelation of his oneness with the Infinite Yieldingimplicitly to the Will of the Whole may seem to the unilluminedan act of weakness yet it is the entrance to a life of almostboundless powerMan is not separate from his Divine Source and never has been Heis in reality one with the Infinite The separation which he feelsand experiences,19
Transcribed from the 1918 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF POWERContents   Note   The Queens last ride   The Meeting of the Centuries   Death has Crowned him a Martyr   Grief   Illusion   Assertion   I Am   Wishing   We two   The Poets Theme   Song of the Spirit   Womanhood   Morning Prayer   The Voices of the People   The World grows Better   A Mans Ideal   The Fire Brigade   The Tides   When the Regiment came back   Woman to Man   The Traveller   The Earth   Now   You and Today   The Reason   Mission   Repetition   Begin the Day   Words   Fate and I   Attainment   A Plea to Peace   Presumption   High Noon   Thoughtmagnets   Smiles   The Undiscovered Country   The Universal Route   Unanswered Prayers   Thanksgiving   Contrasts   Thy Ship   Life   A Marine Etching   Love Thyself Last   Christmas Fancies   The River   Sorry   Ambitions trail   Uncontrolled   Will   To an Astrologer   The Tendrils Fate   The Times   The Question   Sorrows Uses   If   Which are you   The Creed to be   Inspiration   The Wish   Three Friends   You never can tell   Here and now   Unconquered   All that love asks   Does it pay   Sestina   The Optimist   The Pessimist   An Inspiration   Lifes Harmonies   Preparation   Gethsemane   Gods Measure   Noblesse Oblige   Through Tears   What we Need   Plea to Science   Respite   Song   My Ships   Her Love   If   Loves burial   Love is enough   Life is a Privilege   Insight   A Womans Answer   The Worlds NeedNOTEThe final word in the title of this volume refers to the DIVINEPOWER in every human being the recognition of which is the secretto all success and happiness  It is this idea which many of theverses endeavour to illustrateE W WTHE QUEENS LAST RIDEWritten on the day of Queen Victorias funeralThe Queen is taking a drive todayThey have hung with purple the carriagewayThey have dressed with purple the royal trackWhere the Queen goes forth and never comes backLet no man labour as she goes byOn her last appearance to mortal eyeWith heads uncovered let all men waitFor the Queen to pass in her regal stateArmy and Navy shall lead the wayFor that wonderful coach of the Queens todayKings and Princes and Lords of the landShall ride behind her a humble bandAnd over the city and over the worldShall the Flags of all Nations be halfmastfurledFor the silent lady of royal birthWho is riding away from the Courts of earthRiding away from the worlds unrestTo a mystical goal on a secret questThough in royal splendour she drives through townHer robes are simple she wears no crownAnd yet she wears one for widowed no moreShe is crowned with the love that has gone beforeAnd crowned with the love she has left behindIn the hidden depths of each mourners mindBow low your headslift your hearts on high The Queen in silence is driving byTHE MEETING OF THE CENTURIESA curious vision on mine eyes unfurled   In the deep night  I saw or seemed to see   Two Centuries meet and sit down visavisAcross the great round table of the worldOne with suggested sorrows in his mien   And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought   And one whose glad expectant presence broughtA glow and radiance from the realms unseenHand clasped with hand in silence for a space   The Centuries sat the sad old eyes of one   As grave paternal eyes regard a sonGazing upon that other eager faceAnd then a voice as cadenceless and gray   As the seas monody in winter time   Mingled with tones melodious as the chimeOf bird choirs singing in the dawns of MayTHE OLD CENTURY SPEAKSBy you Hope stands  With me Experience walksLike a fair jewel in a faded boxIn my tearrusted heart sweet Pity liesFor all the dreams that look forth from your eyesAnd those brighthued ambitions which I knowMust fall like leaves and perish in Times snowEven as my souls garden stands bereftI give you pity tis the one gift leftTHE NEW CENTURYNay nay good friend not pity but GodspeedHere in the morning of my life I needCounsel and not condolence smiles not tearsTo guide me through the channels of the yearsOh I am blinded by the blaze of lightThat shines upon me from the InfiniteBlurred is my vision by the close approachTo unseen shores whereon the times encroachTHE OLD CENTURYIllusion all illusion  List and hearThe Godless cannons booming far and nearFlaunting the flag of Unbelief with GreedFor pilot lo the pirate age in speedBears on to ruin  Wars most hideous crimesBesmirch the record of these modern timesDegenerate is the world I leave to you My happiest speech to earth will beadieuTHE NEW CENTURYYou speak as one too weary to be justI hear the gunsI see the greed and lustThe death throes of a giant evil fillThe air with riot and confusion  IllOfttimes makes fallow ground for Good and WrongBuilds Rights foundation when it grows too strongPregnant with promise is the hour and grandThe trust you leave in my allwilling,3
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Tonya Allen and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA PRIMARY READEROldtime Stories Fairy Tales and Myths Retold by ChildrenByE LOUISE SMYTHEPREFACEThis book originated in a series of little reading lessons preparedfor the first grade pupils in the Santa Rosa public schools Theobject of the lessons was threefold to provide reading matter forthe little ones who had only a small vocabulary of sightwords toacquaint them early with the heroes who have come down to us in songand story and to create a desire for literatureIt has been my endeavor to follow Dr G Stanley Halls suggestions inhis monograph How to Teach Reading where he asks for truechildeditions made by testing many children with the work piecemealand cutting and adapting the material till it really and closelyfitted the minds and hearts of the childrenVarious stories were given to the pupils discussions followed Aftera time the story was produced orally by the children Notes were madeon expressions used and points of interest dwelt upon Later the storywas either written on the blackboard or mimeographed and put into thepupils hands to readIt gave great delight to the children to recognize an old friend in anew dress and as interest was aroused but little difficulty wasencountered in recognizing words that were indeed new in their sightvocabulary but old servants in their oral vocabularyThe spirit of the book may be illustrated by referring to the roastturkey in the story of The Little Match Girl The story was told asdear old Hans Christian Andersen gave it to the little German childrenof fifty years ago But American children have a different idea of thefowl which graces the table at Christmas time The story as it camefrom the lips of the children referred to the turkey and goosewas used in only one instance As the story was to appeal to ourchildren the word was changed to suit their ideasAgain in the story of Red RidingHood we preferred to use the Germanending as it leaves a far happier impression on the minds of thechildren than the accepted English version The incongruity of thewolfs swallowing whole the grandmother and child does not destroy thechilds enjoyment of the story while the happy release of bothgrandmother and little girl forms a suitable closeAlso as this old story handed down in so many languages is aninterpretation of one of the Sun myths it seems better to cling tothe original especially when it meets so entirely with the childsapprovalBefore presenting the Norse myths for reading they had been thesubject of many conversations queries and illustrations Some wereeven dramatizedin a childlike way of course Detailed descriptionsof Mt Ida Asgard and some of the principal heroes were given Butthough the little audience seemed interested in the introductoryremarks these never came back when the children were called upon toreproduce the story The narrator at once plunged into the story partIt is for this reason descriptions of heroes and places have beenomitted in these stories It is thus left for each teacher who usesthis book to employ her own method of introducing the gods of thehardy Norseman to her pupilsThe following works will be found useful and quite available to mostteachers Andersens Norse Mythology Mabies Norse Stories MaraPratts Stories from Norseland Fiskes Myths and Myth MakersTaylors Primitive Culture Vol I and Longfellows PoemsHoping these stories will interest other children as they haveinterested those who helped build them I send them forthE LOUISE SMYTHE_Santa Rosa California_CONTENTSTHE UGLY DUCKLINGTHE LITTLE PINE TREETHE LITTLE MATCH GIRLLITTLE RED RIDINGHOODTHE APPLES OF IDUNHOW THOR GOT THE HAMMERTHE HAMMER LOST AND FOUNDTHE STORY OF THE SHEEPTHE GOOD SHIP ARGOJASON AND THE HARPIESTHE BRASS BULLSJASON AND THE DRAGONIllustration THEY DRESSED THOR LIKE FREYJATHE UGLY DUCKLING          under          broke          does          keep           only           turkey          warm           ugly           waterA duck made her nest under some leavesIllustration THE DUCKS NESTShe sat on the eggs to keep them warmAt last the eggs broke one after the other Little ducks came outOnly one egg was left It was a very large oneAt last it broke and out came a big ugly ducklingWhat a big duckling said the old duck He does not look likeus Can he be a turkeyWe will see If he does not like the waterhe is not a duck                                                           mother         jumped         duckling          splash         swim           bigger          called         began          littleThe next day the mother duck took her ducklings to the pondIllustration THE DUCK TAKES HER DUCKLINGS TO SWIMSplash Splash The mother duck was in the water Then she calledthe ducklings to come in They all jumped in and began to swim Thebig ugly duckling swam tooThe mother duck said He is not a turkey He is my own little duckHe will not be so ugly when he is bigger,24
Produced by Avinash Kothare Tom Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANWITHAN APPEAL TO THE MEDICAL AND CLERICAL PROFESSIONSANDAN APPENDIXA REVIEW OF CHRIST AND THE TEMPERANCE QUESTIONIN THE CHRISTIAN UNIONBYJOHN ELLIS MDCONTENTSCHAPTER IPERSONAL MEDICAL EXPERIENCE OK A PHYSICIANCHAPTER IIWHY EVERY PHYSICIAN SHOULD EXAMINE HOMOEOPATHYCHAPTER IIIDANGERS THAT RESULT FROM THE ALLOPATHIC TREATMENT OF DISEASESCHAPTER IVPERSONAL RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANCHAPTER VTHE DAWN OF A NEW DISPENSATIONCHAPTER VIA NEW DAY TO OUR EARTHCHAPTER VIITHE WANTS OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCHCHAPTER VIIIRESTRAINING AND CURING SPIRITUAL AND NATURAL DISEASESCHAPTER IXPERSONAL EXPERIENCE CONTINUED AND EFFORTSCHAPTER XFINAL APPEAL TO THE CLERGYADDENDUMA REVIEW OF CHRIST AND THE TEMPERANCE QUESTIONIN THE CHRISTIAN UNIONPERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANCHAPTER IWe all admit that every one who attempts to act as a physician shouldstrive to qualify himself or herself for the work by obtaining the besteducation which our medical schools afford for to physicians areintrusted not simply the property or money but the very lives of theirfellowcitizens As the responsibility is great so the duty of preparingones self before commencing practice and of keeping fully abreast of allnew and valuable discoveries in the art of healing is equally great Aphysician should not be led blindly by his teachers and prominent medicalwriters and so strongly confirm himself in the theories and views whichthey proclaim that he cannot without prejudice examine new views andtheories with due care It has been said that when Harvey discovered thetrue course of the circulation of the blood there was not a singleprofessor in the medical colleges of England over fifty years of age whoever believed the heresy as his discovery was called However this mayhave been it is certain that professors and prominent medical writers arenot always the first to see and recognize the truth even when it isclearly presented to their noticeA native of western Massachusetts I studied medicine with an intelligentand worthy physician in my native town and attended two and onehalfcourses of medical lectures at the Berkshire Medical College atPittsfield Mass and graduated in 1841 and during the following winter Iattended the Medical College at Albany N Y devoting a large portion ofmy time to dissecting After finishing at Albany I visited various placesin western and central Massachusetts and operated on eyes for strabismusor crosseyesan operation which had then been recently introduced forthat deformity after which I settled at Chesterfield Mass andcommenced practicing medicine where I remained about one yearOne day I visited Northampton and calling on a physician with whom I wasacquainted I found upon his table a homoeopathic book Why I exclaimedwith astonishment you are not studying homoeopathy are you Yes hereplied I am studying it and trying the remedies cautiously and hewent on to describe cases which he had treated satisfactorily by the use ofthe remedies and among them a case of pleurisy and one of intermittentfever and he wound up by saying Now if you will go down the street to abookstore and purchase Hulls Jahr in two volumes I will give you halfa dozen homoeopathic remedies and you can try them for yourselfHere was a dilemma Never until that hour had I ever heard homoeopathyspoken of by either a medical professor or one of my professionalbrethren except with contempt and ridicule But I said to myself ifthere is any truth in homoeopathy I ought to know it and I cannot treatthis physicians testimony with contempt and it is a duty which I owe tomy fellowmen and especially to my patients to investigate the new systemcarefully I immediately went and purchased the books and he give me sixbottles of medicine and I took them back with me to Chesterfield Iremember making but one Homoeopathic prescription before leavingChesterfield and that was for a case of uterine hemorrhage which I hadtreated unsuccessfully for some time with allopathic remedies I lookedover my Homoeopathic books carefully and found that China cinchona wasindicated As that remedy was not among the bottles of medicated pelletswhich my medical friend had given me I directed that one drop of theordinary tincture of Peruvian bark should be dropped into a glass of waterand that after stirring it well one teaspoonful of the solution thus madeshould be given three or four times a day The patient commenced improvingimmediately and was soon wellSoon after that I removed to Grand Rapids Michigan and commenced anew thepractice of medicine I then had neither the knowledge nor the faith inhomoeopathy which I thought would justify me in treating any serious caseof disease with homoeopathic remedies but I did not neglect to study thenew books One day a friend of my younger days who was residing at GrandHaven came into my office and said that he had been suffering from thetoothache for several days and that he did not like to have the toothextracted and he wanted to know if I could do anything for it withoutextracting it I told him that I had recently obtained some homoeopathicbooks and remedies and that I had noticed that remedies were spoken of fortoothache So I looked over my books and selected Belladonna as the remedysuitable in his case and gave him a dose of it and other doses to takewith him if he needed them We talked in the office for a short time andthen we walked up to the hotel where he was stopping as we entered hestood still a moment and remarked Well my tooth does not ache asseverely as it did I saw him weeks afterward and he told me that he hadnot had the toothache from the hour he took the medicineAway in that new place then a village of about one thousand inhabitantswith no homoeopathic physician within a hundred miles of me I commencedcautiously the use of the new remedies first in mild cases of disease andin cases where Allopathic treatment failed to produce the desired effectAmong the first of the serious cases where I used the remedies was a caseof pneumonia A young man had been very sick with that disease for manydays I had,9
Transcribed from the 1919 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF SENTIMENTContents   Double Carnations   Never Mind   Two Women   It All Will Come Out Right   A Warning   Shrines   The Watcher   Swimming Song   The Law   Love Time and Will   The Two Ages   Couleur de Rose   Last Love   Lifes Track   An Ode to Time   Regret and Remorse   Easter Morn   Blind   The Yellowcovered Almanac   The Little White Hearse   Realisation   Success   The Lady and the Dame   Heaven and Hell   Loves Supremacy   The Eternal Will   Insight   A Womans Love   The Paean of Peace   Has Been   Dutys Path   March   The End of the Summer   Sun Shadows   He that Looketh   An Erring Womans Love   A Song of Republics   Memorial Day1892   When baby Souls Sail Out   To Another Womans Baby   Diamonds   Rubies   Sapphires   Turquoise   Reform   A Minor Chord   Deaths Protest   September   Wail of an Oldtimer   Was Is and Yettobe   Mistakes   Dual   The Allcreative Spark   Be not Content   Action   Two Roses   Satiety   A Solar Eclipse   A Suggestion   The Depths   Lifes Opera   The Salt Seawind   New Year   Concentration   Thoughts   LuckDOUBLE CARNATIONS   A wild Pink nestled in a garden bedA rich Carnation flourished high above her   One day he chanced to see her pretty headAnd leaned and looked again and grew to love her   The Moss her humble mother saw with fearThe ardent glances of the princely stranger   With many an anxious thought and dewy tearShe sought to hide her darling from this danger   The gardenerguardian of this noble budA cruel trellis interposed between them   No common Pink should mate with royal bloodHe said and sought in every way to wean them   The poor Pink pined and faded day by dayHer restless lover from his prison bower   Called in a priestly bee who passed that wayAnd sent a message to the sorrowing flower   The fainting Pink wept as the bee drew nearDroning his prayers and begged him to confess her   Her weary mother overtaxed by fearSlept while the priest leaned low to shrive and bless her   But lo ere long the tale went creeping outThe rich Carnation and the Pink were married   The cunning bee had brought the thing aboutWhile Mamma Moss in Slumbers arms had tarried   And proud descendants of that loving pairThe offspring of that true and ardent passion   Are famous for their beauty everywhereAnd leaders in the floral world of fashionNEVER MINDWhatever your work and whatever its worth   No matter how strong or cleverSome one will sneer if you pause to hear   And scoff at your best endeavourFor the target art has a broad expanse   And wherever you chance to hit itThough close be your aim to the bullseye fame   There are those who will never admit itThough the house applauds while the artist plays   And a smiling world adores himSomebody is there with an ennuied air   To say that the acting bores himFor the tower of art has a lofty spire   With many a stair and landingAnd those who climb seem small ofttime   To one at the bottom standingSo work along in your chosen niche   With a steady purpose to nerve youLet nothing men say who pass your way   Relax your courage or swerve youThe idle will flock by the Temple of Art   For just the pleasure of gazingBut climb to the top and do not stop   Though they may not all be praisingTWO WOMENI know two women and one is chasteAnd cold as the snows on a winter wasteStainless ever in act and thoughtAs a man born dumb in speech errs notBut she has malice toward her kindA cruel tongue and a jealous mindVoid of pity and full of greedShe judges the world by her narrow creedA brewer of quarrels a breeder of hateYet she holds the key to Societys GateThe other woman with heart of flameWent mad for a love that marred her nameAnd out of the grave of her murdered faithShe rose like a soul that has passed through deathHer aims are noble her pity so broadIt covers the world like the mercy of GodA soother of discord a healer of woesPeace follows her footsteps wherever she goesThe worthier life of the two no doubtAnd yet Society locks her outIT ALL WILL COME OUT RIGHTWhatever is a cruel wrong   Whatever is unjustThe honest years that speed along   Will trample in the dustIn restless youth I railed at fate   With all my puny mightBut now I know if I but wait   It all will come out rightThough Vice may don the judges gown   And play the censors partAnd Fact be cowed by Falsehoods frown   And Nature ruled by artThough Labour toils through blinding tears   And idle Wealth is mightI know the honest earnest years   Will bring it all out rightThough poor and loveless creeds may pass   For pure religions goldThough ignorance may rule the mass   While truth meets glances coldI,3
Charles Aldarondo Charles Franks and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamIllustration What are you doing up hereQUILLS WINDOWBY GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONFRONTISPIECE BYC ALLAN GILBERTCONTENTSCHAPTER    I THE FORBIDDEN ROCK   II THE STORY THE OLD MAN TOLD  III COURTNEY THANE   IV DOWDS TAVERN    V TRESPASS   VI CHARLIE WEBSTER ENTERTAINS  VII COURTNEY APPEARS IN PUBLIC VIII ALIX THE THIRD   IX A MIDOCTOBER DAY    X THE CHIMNEY CORNER   XI THANE VISITS TWO HOUSES  XII WORDS AND LETTERS XIII THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL  XIV SUSPICION   XV THE FACE AT THE WINDOW  XVI ROSABEL XVII SHADOWSXVIII MR GILFILLAN IS PUZZLED  XIX BRINGING UP THE PAST   XX THE DISAPPEARANCE OF ROSABEL VICK  XXI OUT OF THE NIGHT XXII THE THROWER OF STONESXXIII A MESSAGE AND ITS ANSWER XXIV AT QUILLS WINDOWQUILLS WINDOWCHAPTER ITHE FORBIDDEN ROCKA young man and an old one sat in the shade of the willows besidethe wide still river The glare of a hot August sun failed topenetrate the shelter in which they idled out upon the slowglidingriver it beat relentlessly creating a pale thin vapour thatclung close to the shimmering surface and dazzled the eye with anevershifting glaze The air was lifeless sultry stifling not aleaf not a twig in the tall drooping willows moved unless stirredby the passage of some vagrant birdThe older man sat on the ground his back against the trunk of atree that grew so near to the edge that it seemed on the point oftoppling over to shatter the smooth green mirror below Some of itssturdy exposed roots reached down from the bank into the waterwhere they caught and held the drift from upstreamreeds andtwigs and matted grassa dirty sickly mass that swished lazilyon the flank of the slowmoving currentThe water here in the shade was deep and clear and limpid contrastingsharply with the steelwhite surface out beyondThe young man occupied a decrepit camp stool placed convenientlyagainst the trunk of another tree hard by A discarded bamboo rodlay beside him on the bank the hook and line hopelessly tangledin the drift below He smoked cigarettesHis companion held a wellchewed black cigar in the viselike cornerof his mouth His hook and line were far out in the placid wateran ordinary cork serving as a bob from which his dreary unwaveringgaze seldom shiftedI guess theyre through bitin for today he remarked after along unbroken silenceHow many have we got inquired the other languidlyBetween us weve got twentyfour Thats a fairsized mess Sunfishdont make much of a showing unless you get a barrel of emGood eating though mused the young manFried in butter supplemented the other What time is itHalfpast nineWell thats just about what Id figured Ive been fishin inthis hole for something like forty years off and on and Ivefound out that these here sunfish get through breakfast at exactlyeighteen minutes past nine I always allow about ten minutes leewayin case one or two of em might have been out late the night beforeor somethingbut as a general thing theyre pretty doggonedprompt for breakfast Specially in August Even a fish is lazy inAugust Look at that fishworm By gosh its BOILED That showsyou how hot the water isHe removed the worm from the hook and slowly began to twist thepole in the more or less perfunctory process of winding up theline The young man looked on disinterestedlyAint you going to untangle that line inquired the old manjerking his thumbWhats the use The worm is dead by this time and God knowsI prefer to let him rest in peace The quickest way to untangle aline is to do it like thisHe severed it with his pocketknifeA line like that costs twentyfive cents said the old man atrace of dismay in his voiceThats what it cost when it was new drawled the other Youforget its been a secondhand article since eight oclock thismorningand whats a secondhand fishline worthtell me thatHow much would you give in the open market or at an auction salefor a secondhand fishlineI guess wed better be gittin back to the house said the otherignoring the question Got to clean these fish if were expectinto have em for dinneror lunch as you fellers call it Illbet your grandfather never called it lunch And as for him callinsupper DINNERwhy by crickey he NEVER got drunk enough forthatMore than that said the young man calmly he never saw a cigaretteor a telephone or a Ford or a safetyrazoror a lot of otherthings that have sprung up since he cashed in his checks To besure he did see a few things Ive never seensuch as claypipescanal boats horsehair sofas topboots and ragcarpetsand heprobably saw Abraham Lincolnbut for all that Id rather bewhere I am today than where he isand Im not saying he isnt inheaven eitherThe older mans eyes twinkled I dont think hes any nearer heaventhan he was forty years agoand hes been dead just about thatlong He wasnt what youd call a farseeing manand youve gotto look a long ways ahead if you want to see heaven Your grandmasin heaven all rightand Ill bet she was the most surprised mortalthat ever got inside the pearly gates if she found him there aheadof her Like as not she would have backed out thinking shed gotinto the wrong place by mistake And if he IS up there I bet hesmaking the place an everlastin hell for her Yep your grandpa wasabout as mean as they make em As you say he didnt know anythingabout cigarettes but he made up for it by runnin after women andfast horsesor maybe it was hosses and fast womenand cheatinthe eye teeth out of everybody he had any dealings withI dont understand how he happened to die young If all these thingswere true about him said the other lighting a fresh cigaretteand drawing in a deep full breath of the pungent smoke The oldman waited a few seconds,13
Scanned and proofed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukA Reading Of LifeContentsA Reading of LifeThe Vital ChoiceA Reading of LifeWith The HuntressA Reading of LifeWith The PersuaderA Reading of LifeThe Test of ManhoodThe Cageing of AresThe NightWalkThe Hueless LoveSong In The SonglessUnion In DisseveranceThe Burden of StrengthThe Main RegretAlternationHawardenAt the CloseForest HistoryA Garden IdylForesight And PatienceThe Invective of AchillesThe Invective of AchillesV 225Marshalling of the AchaiansAgamemnon in the FightParis and DiomedesHypnos on IdaClash in Arms of the Achaians And TrojansThe Horses of AchillesThe Mares of the CamarguePoem  A Reading of LifeThe Vital ChoiceIOr shall we run with ArtemisOr yield the breast to AphroditeBoth are mightyBoth give blissEach can torture if dividedEach claims worship undividedIn her wake would have us wallowIIYouth must offer on bent kneesHomage unto one or otherEarth the motherThis decreesAnd unto the pallid ScytherEither points us shun we eitherShun or too devoutly followPoem  A Reading of LifeWith The HuntressThrough the watereye of nightMidway between eve and dawnSee the chase the rout the flightIn deep forest oread faunGoatfoot antlers laid on neckRavenous all the line for speedSee yon wavy sparkle beckSign of the Virgin Ladys leadDown her course a serpent starCoils and shatters at her heelsPeals the horn exulting pealsPlaintive is it near or farHuntress arrowy to pursueIn and out of woody glenUnder cliffs that tear the blueOver torrent over fenShe and forest where she skimsFeathery darken and relumeThose are her whitelightning limbsCleaving loads of leafy gloomMountains hear her and call backShrewd with night  a frosty wailDistant  her the emerald valeFolds and wonders in her trackNow her retinue is leanMany rearward streams the chaseEager forth of covert seenOne hot tide the rapturous raceQuivercharged and crescentcrownedUp on a flash the lighted moundLeaps she bow to shoulder shaftStrung to barb with archers craftLegs like plaited lyrechords feetSongs to see past pitch of sweetFearful swiftness they outrunShaggy wildness grey or dunChallenge charge of tusks eludeTheirs the dance to tame the rudeBeast and beast in manhood tameFollow we their silver flamePride of flesh from bondage freeReaping vigour of its wasteMarks her servitors and sheSanctifies the unembracedNought of perilous she reeksValour clothes her open breastSweet beyond the thrill of sexHallowed by the sex confessedHuntress arrowy to pursueColder she than sunless dewShe that breath of upper airAy but never lyrist sangDraught of Bacchus never sprangBlood the bliss of Gods to shareHigh oer sweep of eagle wingsLike the run with her when ringsClear her rally and her dartIn the forests cavern heartTells of her victorious aimThen is pause and chatter cheerLaughter at some satyr lameLooks upon the fallen deerMeasuring his noble crestHere a favourite in her trainForemost mid her nymphs caressedAll applauded  Shall she reignWorshipped  O to be with her thereShe that breath of nimble airLifts the breast to giant powerMaid and man and man and maidWho each other would devourElsewhere by the chase betrayedThere are comrades led by herMaidpreserver manmakerPoem  A Reading of LifeWith The PersuaderWho murmurs hither hither  whoWhere nought is audible so fills the earWhere nought is visible can make appearA veil with eyes that waver throughLike twilights pledge of blessed night to comeOr day most golden  All unseen and dumbShe breathes she moves inviting fleesIs lost and leaves the thrilled desireTo clasp and strike a slackened lyreTill over smiles of hyacinth seasFlame in a crystal vessel sailsBeneath a dome of jewelled sprayFor land that drops the rosy dayOn nights of throbbing nightingalesLandward did the wonder flitOr hearts desire of her all earth in itWe saw the heavens fling down their roseOn rapturous waves we saw her glideThe pearly seashell half encloseThe shoal of seanymphs flush the tideAnd we afire to kiss her feet no moreBehold than tracks along a startled shoreWith brightened edges of dark leaves that feignAn ambush hoped as heartless night remainMore closely warmly  hither hither sheThe very she called forth by ripened bloodFor its next breath of being murmurs sheAllurement she fulfilment sheThe stream within us urged to floodMans cry earths answer heavens consent O sheMaid woman and divinityOur overearthly innerearthly mateUnmated she our hunger and our fruitUntasted she our written fateUnread Lifes flowering Lifes rootUnread divined unseen beheldThe evanescent everpresent sheGreat Natures stern necessityIn radiance clothed to softness quelledWith a swords edge of sweetness keen to takeOur breath for bliss our hearts for fulness breakThe murmur hushes down the veil is rentMans cry earths answer heavens consentHer form is given to pardoned sightAnd lets our mortal eyes receiveThe sovereign loveliness of celestial whiteAdored by them who solitarily paceIn dusk of the underworlds perpetual eveThe paths among the meadow asphodelRemembering  Never there her faceIs planetary reddens to shore seashellAround such whiteness the enamoured airOf noon that clothes her never thereDaughter of light the joyful lightShe stands unveiled to nuptial sightSweet in her disregard of aidDivine to conquer or persuadeA fountain jets from moss a flowerBends gently where her sunset tresses showerBy guerdon of her brilliance may be seenWith eyelids unabashed the passions QueenShorn of attendant Graces she can useHer natural snares to make her will supremeA simple nymph it is inclined to museBefore the leader foot shall dip in streamOne arm at curve along a rounded thighHer firm new breasts each pointing its own wayA knee half bent to shade its fellow shyWhere innocence not nature signals nayThe bud of fresh virginity awaitsThe wooer and all roseate will she burstShe touches on the hour of happy matesStill is she unaware she wakens thirstAnd while commanding blissful sight believeIt holds her as a body strained to breastDown on the underworlds perpetual eveShe plunges the possessor dispossessedAnd bids believe that image heaving warmIs lost to float like torchsmoke after flameThe phantom any breeze blows out of formA thirsts delusion a defeated aimThe rapture shed the torture weavesThe direst blow on human heart she dealsThe pain to know the seen deceivesNought true but what insufferably feelsAnd stabs of her delicious noteThat is as heavenly light to hearing heardThrough shelter leaves the laughter from her throatWe answer as the midnights mornings birdShe laughs,0
Produced by Vital Debroey Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamRIGHT ROYALby JOHN MASEFIELDNOTEThe persons horses and events described in this poem areimaginary No reference is made to any living person or horse                                               JOHN MASEFIELD                          PART I                        RIGHT ROYALAn hour before the race they talked togetherA pair of lovers in the mild March weatherCharles Cothill and the golden lady EmBeautiful Englands hands had fashioned themHe was from Sleins that manor up the LitheRiding the Downs had made his body blitheStalwart he was and springy hardened swiftAble for perfect speed with perfect thriftMan to the core yet moving like a ladDark honest eyes with merry gaze he hadA fine firm mouth and windtan on his skinHe was to ride and ready to beginHe was to ride Right Royal his own horseIn the English Chasers Cup on Compton CourseUnder the pale coat reaching to his spursOne saw his colours which were also hersNarrow alternate bars of blue and whiteBlue as the speedwells eye and silver brightWhat with hard work and waiting for the raceTrouble and strain were marked upon his faceMen would have said that something worried himShe was a golden lady dainty trimAs like the love time as laburnum blossomMirth truth and goodness harboured in her bosomPure colour and pure contour and pure graceMade the sweet marvel of her singing faceShe was the very maytime that comes inWhen hawthorns bud and nightingales beginTo see her tread the redtippt daisies whiteIn the green fields all golden with delightWas to believe Queen Venus come againShe was as dear as sunshine after rainSuch loveliness this golden lady hadAll lovely things and pure things made her gladBut most she loved the things her lover lovedThe windy Downlands where the kestrels rovedThe sea of grasses that the wind runs overWhere blundering beetles drunken from the cloverStumble about the startled passerbyThere on the great grass underneath the skyShe loved to ride with him for hours on hoursSmelling the seasoned grass and those small flowersMilkworts and thymes that grow upon the DownsThere from a chalk edge they would see the townsSmoke above trees by day or spires of churchesGleaming with swinging windcocks on their perchesOr windows flashing in the light or trainsBurrowing below white smoke across the plainsBy night the darkness of the valley setWith scattered lights to where the ridges metAnd three great glares making the heaven dunOxford and Wallingford and AbingdonDear in an hour said Charles the race beginsBefore I start I must confess my sinsFor I have sinned and now it troubles meI saw that you were sad said EmilyBefore I speak said Charles I must premiseYou were not here to help me to be wiseAnd something happened difficult to tellEven if I sinned I feel I acted wellFrom inspiration mad as that may seemJust at the grey of dawn I had a dreamIt was the strangest dream I ever hadIt was the dream that drove me to be madI dreamed I stood upon the racecourse hereWatching a blinding rainstorm blowing clearAnd as it blew away I said aloudThat rain will make soft going on the ploughedAnd instantly I saw the whole great courseThe grass the brooks the fences toppt with gorseGleam in the sun and all the ploughland shoneBlue like a marsh though now the rain had goneAnd in my dream I said That plough will beTerrible work for some but not for meNot for Right Royal             And a voice said NoNot for Right Royal             And I looked and loThere was Right Royal speaking at my sideThe horses very self and yet his hideWas like what shall I say like pearl on fireA white soft glow of burning that did twireLike soft whiteheat with every breath he drewA glow with utter brightness running throughMost splendid though I cannot make you seeHis great crest glittered as he looked at meCriniered with spitting sparks he stamped the groundAll cock and fire trembling like a houndAnd glad of me and eager to declareHis horses mind                  And I was made awareThat being a horse his mind could only sayFew things to me He said It is my dayMy day today I shall not have anotherAnd as he spoke he seemed a younger brotherMost near and yet a horse and then he grinnedAnd tossed his crest and crinier to the windAnd looked down to the Water with an eyeAll fire of soul to gallop dreadfullyAll this was strange but then a stranger thingCame afterwards I woke all shiveringWith wonder and excitement yet with dreadLest the dream meant that Royal should be deadLest he had died and come to tell me soI hurried out no need to hurry thoughThere he was shining like a morning starNow hark You know how cold his manners areNever a whinny for his dearest friendToday he heard me at the courtyard endHe left his breakfast with a shattering callA View Halloo and swinging in his stallRan up to nuzzle me with signs of joyIt staggered Harding and the stableboyAnd Harding said Whats come to him todayHe must have had a dream he beat the bayNow that was strange and what was stranger thisI know he tried to say those words of hisIt is my day and Harding turned to meIt,1
Produced by Ralph Zimmerman Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamArmy Boys on German SoilIllustration One move and Ill blow your brains out hesnappedARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILOur Doughboys Quelling the MobsBYHOMER RANDALLAUTHOR OF ARMY BOYS IN FRANCE ARMY BOYS ON THE FIRING LINEARMY BOYS MARCHING INTO GERMANY ETCARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILCONTENTSCHAPTERI THE FLASH FROM THE GUNSII WRAPPED IN MYSTERYIII CAUGHT IN A STORMIV THE RUINED CASTLEV CONSPIRATORSVI THE BAFFLED PLOTTERSVII A CLOSE CALLVIII JUST IN TIMEIX THE COLONELS WARNINGX FROM THE SKYXI MARSHAL FOCH AND GENERAL PERSHINGXII TORN FROM MOORINGSXIII GERMAN RIOTINGXIV ON THE TRAILXV A BARE CHANCEXVI RAISING THE TRAP DOORXVII A PERILOUS SITUATIONXVIII THE CRITICAL MOMENTXIX TURNING THE TABLESXX THE CLAWS OF THE HUNSXXI SQUARING ACCOUNTSXXII WILL THE GERMANS SIGNXXIII ON THE VERGE OF DISCOVERYXXIV THE DEADLY PHIALXXV THE TREATY SIGNEDARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILCHAPTER ITHE FLASH FROM THE GUNSI tell you Bart I dont like the looks of things remarkedFrank Sheldon to his chum Bart Raymond as the two stood on acorner in the German city of Coblenz on the RhineWhats on your mind inquired Bart as he drew the collar of hisraincoat more snugly around his neck and turned his back to thesleetladen wind that was fairly blowing a gale I dont seeanything to get stirred up about except this abominable weatherIts all I can do to keep my feetIt is a pretty tough night to be out on patrol duty agreedFrank But it wasnt that I was thinking about Its the waythese Huns have been acting latelyAre you thinking of that sergeant of ours that was found stabbedto death the other night asked Bart with quickened interestNot so much that replied Frank although thats one of thethings that shows the way the wind is blowing But its the surlyway the whole population is acting Havent you noticed itThere certainly is a difference admitted Bart Everything waspeaches and cream when we first came The people fairly fell overthemselves in trying to tell us how glad they were to have theAmericans here instead of the French and English Now theyregetting chesty again A couple of fellows passed me a little whileago who looked at me as if theyd like to slip a knife into me ifthey daredThey hate us all right declared Frank It makes them sore asthe mischief to have Americans keeping the watch on the RhineTheyre mad enough to bite nails every time theyre reminded ofitAnd thats pretty often laughed Bart for they cant go outinto the street without seeing an American uniform somewhereWeve got this old town pretty well policed and if any troublestarts well put it down in a jiffyWell troubles coming all right prophesied Frank There arelots of new faces in the city fellows who seem to have come fromthe outside You know Germanys being ripped up the backeverywhere by mobs and the red flag is flying in Berlin I have ahunch that these outsiders have come to start the same thinghereIf they do theyll get more than they bargained for said Bartgrimly Theyll find theyre monkeying with a buzz saw What ourfellows would do to them would be a sin and a shame But here comeTom and Billy if Im any sort of a guesserRight you are replied Frank as he descried two uniformedfigures approaching their heads bent away from the icy gale whichwas increasing in fury as the night wore onHello fellows was the greeting that came from one of thenewcomers as they came into the flickering light of the streetlamp near which Frank Sheldon and Bart Raymond were standingThis is a dandy night to be out patrollingI dont thinkA good night for ducks Tom replied Frank with a laughFor polar bears if you ask me put in Billy Waldon Tomscompanion as he shook the drops from his raincoat How would itbe to be back in the barracks just now lapping up a smoking hotcup of coffee Oh boyIt wouldnt be bad Bart was beginning when suddenly a riflecracked and a bullet whizzed by so close that it nearly grazed TomBradfords earShelter fellows shouted Frank as he leaped for an adjacenthallwayHis companions followed him quickly and crouching in the hallthey peered out into the darkness to see if they could detect thewhereabouts of the wouldbe assassinBut everything was quiet except for the roaring of the gale andthe street seemed to be emptyMight as well look for a needle in a haystack muttered TomBradford We dont even know the direction from which the shotcame You can bet that skunk made tracks as soon as he firedIt was a mighty close call for you Tom remarked Billy A halfinch closer and you would have been a gonerIt would have been hard luck to have been laid out now afterhaving come through that Argonne fighting alive grumbled TomId just like to have my hands right now on the cowardly Heiniewho tried to snuff me outDont you see Bart that I was right when I told you thattrouble was brewing remarked FrankI guess you were old manIts because weve been too confoundedly easy with thesefellows snorted Billy wrathfully Weve gone on the theory thatif we treated em white and gave em a square deal theydappreciate it and behave themselves We might have known betterThe French and English know these ginks better than we do andtheyve put the boots into them from the start growled TomTheres been no nambypamby dealing with the Huns in the bridgeheads where theyve held control Theyve made the Boches walkSpanish If they didnt uncover when the flag went by theyknocked their hats off for them They know that the only argumentthat a Hun understands is force and theyve gone on that theoryright along And as a consequence the Heinies dont dare to peepin the districts where the French and English run things We oughtto take a leaf from their books and do the sameThats our goodnatured American way of doing things said BartBut were due to stiffen up a bit now Were not going to standfor attempts to,1
Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE IRON TRAILBy REX BEACHAuthor of THE AUCTION BLOCK RAINBOWS END THE SPOILERS EtcCONTENTSCHAPTER    I IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND   II HOW A GIRL APPEARED OUT OF THE NIGHT  III THE IRISH PRINCE   IV HOW A JOURNEY ENDED AT HOPE    V WHEREIN WE SEE CURTIS GORDON AND OTHERS   VI THE DREAMER  VII THE DREAM VIII IN WHICH WE COME TO OMAR   IX WHEREIN GORDON SHOWS HIS TEETH    X IN WHICH THE DOCTOR SHOWS HIS WIT   XI THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON  XII HOW GORDON FAILED IN HIS CUNNING XIII WE JOURNEY TO A PLACE OF MANY WONDERS  XIV HOW THE TRUTH CAME TO ELIZA   XV THE BATTLE OF GORDONS CROSSING  XVI THE FRUIT OF THE TEMPEST XVII HOW THE PRINCE BECAME A MANXVIII HOW THE MAN BECAME A PRINCE AGAIN  XIX MISS APPLETON MAKES A SACRIFICE   XX HOW GORDON CHANGED HIS ATTACK  XXI DAN APPLETON SLIPS THE LEASH XXII HOW THE HAZARD WAS PLAYEDXXIII A NEW CRISIS XXIV GORDONS FALL  XXV PREPARATIONS XXVI THE RACEXXVII HOW A DREAM CAME TRUEIIN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HANDThe ship stole through the darkness with extremest cautionfeeling her way past bay and promontory Around her was none ofthat phosphorescent glow which lies above the open ocean even onthe darkest night for the mountains ran down to the channel oneither side In places they overhung and where they lay upturnedagainst the dim sky it could be seen that they were mantled withheavy timber All day long the NEBRASKA had made her way throughan endless succession of straits and sounds now squeezingthrough an inlet so narrow that the somber spruce trees seemed tobe within a short stonesthrow again plowing across some openreach where the pulse of the north Pacific could be felt Outthrough the openings to seaward stretched the restless ocean onacross uncounted leagues to Saghalien and the rim of RussiasprisonyardAlways near at hand was the deep green of the Canadian forestsdenser darker than a tropic jungle for this was the land ofplenty waters The hillsides were carpeted kneedeep with mosswet to saturation Out of every gulch came a brawling streamwhipped to milkwhite frenzy snow lay heavy upon the higherlevels while now and then from farther inland peered a glacierlike some dead monster crushed between the granite peaks Therewere villages too and fishingstations and mines and quarriesThese burst suddenly upon the view then slipped past withdreamlike swiftness Other ships swung into sight rushed by andwere swallowed up in the labyrinthine maze asternThose passengers of the Nebraska who had never before traversedthe Inside Passage were loud in the praises of itspicturesqueness while those to whom the route was familiarseemed to find an everfresh fascination in its shifting scenesAmong the latter was Murray ONeil The whole north coast fromFlattery to St Elias was as well mapped in his mind as the faceof an old friend yet he was forever discovering new vistassurprising panoramas amazing variations of color and topographyThe mysterious rifts and passageways that opened and closed as ifto lure the ship astray the trackless confusion of islets thesiren song of the waterfalls the silent hills and glaciers andsnowsoaked forestsall appealed to him strongly for he was atheart a dreamerYet he did not forget that scenery such as this lovely as it isby day may be dangerous at night for he knew the weakness ofsteel hulls On some sides his experience and business traininghad made him sternly practical and prosaic Ships aroused nomanner of enthusiasm in him except as means to an end Railroadshad no glamour of romance in his eyes for having built a numberof them he had outlived all poetic notions regarding the ironhorse and once the rails were laid he was apt to lose interestin them Nevertheless he was almost poetic in his own quiet wayinterweaving practical thoughts with fanciful visions and heloved his dreams He was dreaming now as he leaned upon thebridge rail of the Nebraska peering into the gloom with watchfuleyes From somewhere to port came the occasional commands of theofficer on watch echoed instantly from the inky interior of thewheelhouse Up overside rose the whisper of rushing waters fromunderfoot came the rhythmic beat of the engines far below ONeilshook off his mood and began to wonder idly how long it would bebefore Captain Johnny would be ready for his nightcapHe always traveled with Johnny Brennan when he could manage itfor the two men were boon companions ONeil was wont to live inJohnnys cabin or on the bridge and their nightly libation tofriendship had come to be a matter of some ceremonyThe ships master soon appeared from the shadowsa short trimman with gray hairCome he cried its waiting for usONeil followed into Brennans luxurious welllit quarterswhere on a mahogany sideboard was a tray holding decantersiphon and glasses together with a bottle of ginger ale Thecaptain after he had mixed a beverage for his passenger openedthe bottle for himself They raised their glasses silentlyNow that youre past the worst of it remarked ONeil Isuppose youll turn in Youre getting old for a hard run likethis JohnnyCaptain Brennan snorted Old Im a better man than you yetIm a teetotaler thats why I discovered long ago that saltwater and whiskey dont mixONeil stretched himself out in one of Brennans easychairsReally he said I dont understand why a ship carries acaptain Now of what earthly use to the line are you forinstance except for your beauty which no doubt has its valuewith the women Ill admit you preside with some grace at thebest table in the diningsalon but your officers know thesechannels as well as you do They could make the run from Seattleto Juneau with their eyes shutIndeed they could not and neither could IOh well of course I have no respect for you as a man havingseen you without,13
Produced by Miranda van de Heijning Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamREPRESENTATIVE MENSEVEN LECTURESBYRALPH WALDO EMERSON  I Uses of Great Men II Plato or the Philosopher    Plato New ReadingsIII Swedenborg or the Mystic IV Montaigne or the Skeptic  V Shakspeare or the Poet VI Napoleon or the Man of the WorldVII Goethe or the WriterI USES OF GREAT MENIt is natural to believe in great men If the companions of ourchildhood should turn out to be heroes and their condition regal itwould not surprise us All mythology opens with demigods and thecircumstance is high and poetic that is their genius is paramountIn the legends of the Gautama the first men ate the earth and foundit deliciously sweetNature seems to exist for the excellent The world is upheld by theveracity of good men they make the earth wholesome They who livedwith them found life glad and nutritious Life is sweet and tolerableonly in our belief in such society and actually or ideally we manageto live with superiors We call our children and our lands by theirnames Their names are wrought into the verbs of language their worksand effigies are in our houses and every circumstance of the dayrecalls an anecdote of themThe search after the great is the dream of youth and the most seriousoccupation of manhood We travel into foreign parts to find hisworksif possible to get a glimpse of him But we are put off withfortune instead You say the English are practical the Germans arehospitable in Valencia the climate is delicious and in the hillsof Sacramento there is gold for the gathering Yes but I do not travelto find comfortable rich and hospitable people or clear sky oringots that cost too much But if there were any magnet that wouldpoint to the countries and houses where are the persons who areintrinsically rich and powerful I would sell all and buy it and putmyself on the road todayThe race goes with us on their credit The knowledge that in the cityis a man who invented the railroad raises the credit of all thecitizens But enormous populations if they be beggars are disgustinglike moving cheese like hills of ants or of fleasthe more theworseOur religion is the love and cherishing of these patrons The gods offable are the shining moments of great men We run all our vesselsinto one mould Our colossal theologies of Judaism Christism BuddhismMahometism are the necessary and structural action of the human mindThe student of history is like a man going into a warehouse to buycloths or carpets He fancies he has a new article If he go to thefactory he shall find that his new stuff still repeats the scrollsand rosettes which are found on the interior walls of the pyramids ofThebes Our theism is the purification of the human mind Man canpaint or make or think nothing but man He believes that the greatmaterial elements had their origin from his thought And our philosophyfinds one essence collected or distributedIf now we proceed to inquire into the kinds of service we derive fromothers let us be warned of the danger of modern studies and beginlow enough We must not contend against love or deny the substantialexistence of other people I know not what would happen to us We havesocial strengths Our affection toward others creates a sort of vantageor purchase which nothing will supply I can do that by another whichI cannot do alone I can say to you what I cannot first say to myselfOther men are lenses through which we read our own minds Each manseeks those of different quality from his own and such as are goodof their kind that is he seeks other men and the otherest Thestronger the nature the more it is reactive Let us have the qualitypure A little genius let us leave alone A main difference betwixtmen is whether they attend their own affair or not Man is that nobleendogenous plant which grows like the palm from within outward Hisown affair though impossible to others he can open with celerity andin sport It is easy to sugar to be sweet and to nitre to be saltWe take a great deal of pains to waylay and entrap that which of itselfwill fall into our hands I count him a great man who inhabits a highersphere of thought into which other men rise with labor and difficultyhe has but to open his eyes to see things in a true light and in largerelations whilst they must make painful corrections and keep avigilant eye on many sources of error His service to us is of likesort It costs a beautiful person no exertion to paint her image onour eyes yet how splendid is that benefit It costs no more for awise soul to convey his quality to other men And every one can do hisbest thing easiest_Peu de moyens beaucoup deffet_ He is great whois what he is from nature and who never reminds us of othersBut he must be related to us and our life receive from him some promiseof explanation I cannot tell what I would know but I have observedthere are persons who in their character and actions answer questionswhich I have not skill to put One man answers some questions whichnone of his contemporaries put and is isolated The past and passingreligions and philosophies answer some other question Certain menaffect us as rich possibilities but helpless to themselves and totheir timesthe sport perhaps of some instinct that rules in theairthey do not speak to our want But the great are near we knowthem at sight They satisfy expectation and fall into place What isgood is effective generative makes for itself room food and alliesA sound apple produces seeda hybrid does not Is a man in his placehe is constructive fertile magnetic inundating armies with hispurpose which is thus executed The river makes its own shores andeach legitimate idea makes its own channels and welcomeharvest forfood institutions for expression,35
Transcribed from the 1913 Hodder and Stoughton edition by DavidPrice email ccx074coventryacukTHE REVOLUTION IN TANNERS LANEPer various casus per tot discrimina rerumTendimus in Latium sedes ubi fata quietasOstendunt  Illic fas regna resurgere TrojaeDurate et vosmet rebus servate secundis VirgilBy diuers casis sere parrellis and sufferanceUnto Itaill we ettill aim quhare destanyeHas schap shaped for vs ane rest and quiet harbryePredestinatis thare Troye sall ryse aganeBe stout on prosper fortoun to remane Gwain Douglass translationCHAPTER ITHE WORLD OUTSIDEThe 20th April 1814 an almost cloudless perfectly sunny day sawall London astir  On that day Lewis the Eighteenth was to come fromHartwell in triumph summoned by France to the throne of hisancestors  London had not enjoyed too much gaiety that year  It wasthe year of the great frost  Nothing like it had been known in thememory of man  In the West of England where snow is rare roadswere impassable and mails could not be delivered  Four dead men weredug out of a deep drift about ten miles west of Exeter  Even atPlymouth close to the soft southwestern ocean the average depth ofthe fall was twenty inches and there was no other way of gettingeastwards than by packhorses  The Great North Road was completelyblocked and there was a barricade over it near Godmanchester of fromsix to ten feet high  The Oxford coach was buried  Some passengersinside were rescued with great difficulty and their lives werebarely saved  The Solway Firth at Workington resembled the ArcticSea and the Thames was so completely frozen over between Blackfriarsand London Bridges that people were able not only to walk acrossbut to erect booths on the ice  Coals of course rose to famineprices in London as it was then dependent solely upon watercarriagefor its supply  The Father of his people the Prince Regent wasmuch moved by the general distress of a large and meritorious classof industrious persons as he called them and issued a circular toall Lords Lieutenant ordering them to provide all practicable meansof removing obstructions from the highwaysHowever on this 20th April the London mob forgot the frost forgotthe quartern loaf and the national debt and prepared for a holidayinspired thereto not so much by Lewis the Eighteenth as by thewarmth and brilliant sky  There are two factors in all human blissan object and the subject  The object may be a trifle but thecondition of the subject is most important  Turn a man out with hisdigestion in perfect order with the spring in the air and in hisveins and he will cheer anything any Lewis Lord Liverpool dogcat or rat who may cross his path  Not that this is intended as asufficient explanation of the Bourbon reception  Far from it but itdoes mitigate it a trifle  At eleven oclock in the forenoon twotroops of the Oxford Blues drew up at Kilburn turnpike to await thesacred arrival  The Prince Regent himself went as far as Stanmore tomeet his August Brother  When the August Brother reached thevillage the excited inhabitants thereof took the horses out of thecarriage and drew him through the street  The Prince standing atthe door of the principal inn was in readiness to salute him andthis he did by embracing him  There have been some remarkableembraces in history  Joseph fell on Israels neck and Israel saidunto Joseph Now let me die since I have seen thy face Paulafter preaching at Ephesus calling the elders of the Church towitness that for the space of three years he ceased not to warnevery one night and day with tears kneeled down and prayed so thatthey all wept sore and fell on his neck  Romeo took a last embraceof Juliet in the vault and sealed the doors of breath with arighteous kiss  Penelope embraced Ulysses who was welcome to her asland is welcome to shipwrecked swimmers escaping from the greyseawaterthere have we say been some remarkable embraces on thisearth since time began but none more remarkable than that on thesteps of the Abercorn Arms  The Divine couple then drove in solemnprocession to town  From the park corner for threequarters of amile or so was a line of private carriages filled with mostfashionable people the ladies all standing on the seats  The FrenchRoyalist flag waved everywhere  All along the Kilburn Road thenthinly lined with houses it was triumphant and even the trees weredecorated with it  Arriving by way of Cumberland Gate at PiccadillyLewis was escorted amidst uproarious rejoicing to Grillons Hotelin Albemarle Street  There in reply to an address from the Princehe ascribed under Providence to his Royal Highness and theBritish people his present blissful condition and soon afterwardsbeing extremely tired went to bed  This was on a Wednesday  Thenext day Thursday His Sacred Majesty or Most Christian Majesty ashe was then called was solemnly made a Knight of the Garter theBishops of Salisbury and Winchester assisting  On Friday he receivedthe corporation of London and on Saturday the 23rd he prepared totake his departure  There was a great crowd in the street when hecame out of the hotel and immense applause the mob crying out Godbless your Majesty as if they owed him all they had and even theirlives  It was very touching people thought at the time and so itwas  Is there anything more touching than the waste of human loyaltyand love  As we read the history of the Highlands or a story ofJacobite loyalty such as that of Coopers Admiral Bluewater dear toboys we sadden that destiny should decree that in a world in whichpiety is not too plentiful it should run so pitifully to waste andthat men and women should weep hot tears and break their hearts overbranstuffing and waxAmidst the hooraying multitude that Saturday April morning was oneman at least Zachariah Coleman by name who did not hooray and didnot lift his hat even when the Sacred Majesty,13
Transcribed from the 1889 Macmillan and Co edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukSCENES AND CHARACTERS OR EIGHTEEN MONTHS AT BEECHCROFTPREFACEOf those who are invited to pay a visit to Beechcroft there are somewho honestly acknowledging that amusement is their object will becontent to feel with Lilias conjecture with Jane and get intoscrapes with Phyllis without troubling themselves to extract anymoral from their proceedings and to these the Mohun family wouldonly apologise for having led a very humdrum life during the eighteenmonths spent in their companyThere may however be more unreasonable visitors who professingonly to come as parents and guardians expect entertainment forthemselves as well as instruction for those who had rather it wasout of sightlook for antiques in carved cherrystonesandrequire plot incident and catastrophe in a chronicle of small beerTo these the Mohuns beg respectfully to observe that they hope theirexamples may not be altogether devoid of indirect instruction andlest it should be supposed that they lived without object aim orprinciple they would observe that the maxim which has influenced thedelineation of the different Scenes and Characters is that feelingunguided and unrestrained soon becomes mere selfishness while thesimple endeavour to fulfil each immediate claim of duty may lead tothe highest acts of selfdevotionNEW COURT BEECHCROFT18th JanuaryPREFACE 1886Perhaps this book is an instance to be adduced in support of theadvice I have often given to young authorsnot to print before theythemselves are old enough to do justice to their freshest ideasNot that I can lay claim to its being a production of tender andinteresting youth  It was my second actual publication and Ibelieve I was of age before it appearedbut I see now the failuresthat more experience might have enabled me to avoid and I would notagain have given it to the world if the same characters recurring inanother story had not excited a certain desire to see their firststartIn fact they have been more or less my lifelong companions  Analmost solitary child with periodical visits to the Elysium of alarge family it was natural to dream of other children and theirways and sports till they became almost realities  They took shapewhen my French master set me to write letters for him  The lettersgradually became conversation and narrative and the adventures ofthe family sweetened the toils of French composition  In theexigencies of village school building in those days gone by beforein every placeIt there behoved him to set up the standard of her Gracethe tale was actually printed for private sale as a link betweentranslations of short storiesThis process only stifled the family in my imagination for a timeThey awoke once more with new names but substantially the same andwere my companions in many a solitary walk the results of which werescribbled down in leisure moments to be poured into my mothers everpatient and sympathetic earsAnd then came the impulse to literature for young people given by theexample of that memorable book the Fairy Bower and followed up byAmy Herbert  It was felt that elder children needed something of adeeper tone than the Edgeworthian style yet less directly religiousthan the Sherwood class of books and on that wave of opinion mylittle craft floated out into the great sea of the publicFriends whose kindness astonished me and fills me with gratitudewhen I look back on it gave me seasonable criticism and pruning andfinally launched me  My heroes and heroines had arranged themselvesso as to work out a definite principle and this was enough for usallChildrens books had not been supposed to require a plot  MissEdgeworths which I still continue to think gems in their own lineare made chronicles or more truly illustrations of various truthsworked out upon the same personages  Moreover the skill of a JaneAusten or a Mrs Gaskell is required to produce a perfect plotwithout doing violence to the ordinary events of an everyday lifeIt is all a matter of arrangement  Mrs Gaskell can make a perfectlittle plot out of a sick lad and a canary bird and another can donothing with half a dozen murders and an explosion and of arrangingmy materials so as to build up a story I was quite incapable  It isstill my great deficiency but in those days I did not evenunderstand that the attempt was desirable  Criticism was a morethorough thing in those times than it has since become through themultiplicity of books to be hurried over and it was often veryuseful as when it taught that such arrangement of incident was themeans of developing the leading ideaYet with all its faults the children who had been real to mecaught chiefly by the youthful sense of fun and enjoyment theattention of other children and the curious semibelief one has inthe phantoms of ones brain made me dwell on their after life andshare my discoveries with my friends not however writing them downtill after the lapse of all these years the tenderness inspired byassociations of early days led to taking up once more the oldcharacters in The Two Sides of the Shield and the kind welcome thishas met with has led to the resuscitation of the crude andinexperienced tale which never pretended to be more than a merefamily chronicleC M YONGE6th October 1886CHAPTER ITHE ELDER SISTERReturn and in the daily round  Of duty and of loveThou best wilt find that patient faith  That lifts the soul aboveEleanor Mohun was the eldest child of a gentleman of old family andgood property who had married the sister of his friend andneighbour the Marquis of Rotherwood  The first years of her lifewere marked by few events  She was a quiet steady useful girlfinding her chief pleasure in nursing and teaching her brothers andsisters and her chief annoyance in her mammas attempts to make hera fine lady but before she had reached her nineteenth year she hadlearnt to know real anxiety and sorrow  Her mother after sufferingmuch from grief at the loss of her two brothers fell into soalarming a state of health,13
This eBook was produced by David Schwan davidschearthlinknetSculpture of the Exposition Palaces and CourtsDescriptive Notes on theArt of the Statuary at thePanamaPacific International ExpositionSan FranciscoBy Juliet JamesTo A Stirling Calder who has so ably managed the execution of thesculpture and to the vast body of sculptors and their workmen who havegiven the world such inspiration with their splendid work this book isdedicatedForewordWhat accents itself in the mind of the layman who makes even a cursorystudy of the sculptors and their works at the PanamaPacificInternational Exposition is the fine inspiring sincerity and upliftthat each man brings to his work One cannot be a great sculptorotherwiseThe sculptors work calls for steadfastness of purpose through longyears of study acute observation the highest standards fineintellectual ability and above all a decided universalism  otherwisethe world soon passes him byIt is astonishing to see brought together the work of so many reallygreat sculptors America has a very large number of talented menexpressing themselves on the plastic side  and a few geniusesThe Exposition of 1915 has given the world the opportunity of seeing thepurposeful heights to which these men have climbedWe have today real American sculpture  work that savors of Americansoil  a splendid national expressionNever before have so many remarkable works been brought together andAmerican sculpture is only in its infancy  born one might say afterthe Centennial Exposition of 1876The wholesome part of it all is that men and women are workingindependently in their expressions We do not see that effect here ofone man trying to fit himself to another mans clothing The work is alldistinctly individual This individualism for any art is a hopefuloutlookThe sculpture has vitalized the whole marvelous Exposition It is not anaccessory as has been the sculpture of previous Expositions but itgoes hand in hand with the architecture poignantly existing for its ownsake and adding greatly to the decorative architectural effects In manycases the architecture is only the background or often only a pedestalfor the figure or group pregnant with spirit and meaningThose who have the citys growth at heart should see to it that thesemen of brain and skill and inspiration are employed to help beautify thecommercial centers the parks the boulevards of our citiesWe need the fine lessons of beauty and uplift around usWe beautify our houses and spend very little time in them Why notbeautify our outside world where we spend the bulk of our timeWe a pleasureloving people are devoting more time every year tooutside life Would it not be a thorough joy to the most prosaic of usto have our cities beautified with inspiring sculptureWe do a great deal in the line of horticultural beautifying  we coulddo far more  but how little we have done with one of the mostmeaningful and stimulating of the artsLet us see to it in San Francisco at least that a few of these worksare made permanentTake as an example James Earle Frasers End of the Trail Imagine theeffect of that fine work silhouetted against the sky out near FortPoint on a western headland with the animals head toward the sea sothat it would be evident to the onlooker that the Indian had reached thevery end of the trail It would play a wonderful part in the beauty ofthe landscapeOr take Edith Woodman Burroughs Youth What a delight a permanentreproduction of that fountain would be if placed against the side of oneof the green hills out at Golden Gate Park  say near the ChildrensPlayground  with a pool at its base It is only by concerted actionthat we will ever get these works among us Who is going to take theleadThe ContentsIntroductionThe Fountain of EnergyThe Mother of TomorrowThe Nations of the OccidentThe Nations of the OrientThe AlaskanThe LamaThe Genius of CreationThe Rising SunDescending NightWinterThe Portals of El DoradoPanel of the Fountain of El DoradoYouthThe American PioneerCortezThe End of the TrailPanel from the Column of ProgressThe Feast of the SacrificeThe Joy of LivingThe Man with the PickThe Kneeling FigureThe Pegasus PanelPrimitive ManThoughtVictoryThe Priestess of CultureThe Adventurous BowmanPanAirThe Signs of the ZodiacThe Fountain of CeresThe Survival of the FittestEarthWildflowerBiographies of SculptorsSculpture Around the Fine Arts LagoonThe IllustrationsThe Fountain of Energy  A Stirling Calder SculptorThe Mother of Tomorrow  A Stirling Calder SculptorThe Nations of the Occident  A Stirling Calder Frederick Roth Leo      Lentelli SculptorsThe Nations of the Orient  A Stirling Calder Frederick Roth Leo      Lentelli SculptorsThe Alaskan  Frederick Roth SculptorThe Lama  Frederick Roth SculptorThe Genius of Creation  Daniel Chester French SculptorThe Rising Sun  Adolph Alexander Weinman SculptorDescending Night  Adolph Alexander Weinman SculptorWinter  Furio Piccirilli SculptorThe Portals of El Dorado  Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney SculptorPanel of the Fountain of El Dorado  Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney      SculptorYouth  Edith Woodman Burroughs SculptorThe American Pioneer  Solon Hamilton Borglum SculptorCortez  Charles Niehaus SculptorThe End of the Trail  James Earle Fraser SculptorPanel from the Column of Progress  Isidore Konti SculptorThe Feast of the Sacrifice  Albert Jaeger SculptorThe Joy of Living  Paul Manship SculptorThe Man with the Pick  Ralph Stackpole SculptorThe Kneeling Figure  Ralph Stackpole SculptorThe Pegasus Panel  Bruno Louis Zimm SculptorPrimitive Man  Albert Weinert SculptorThought  Albert Weinert SculptorVictory  Louis Ulrich SculptorThe Priestess of Culture  Herbert Adams SculptorThe Adventurous Bowman  Herman A MacNeil SculptorPan  Sherry Fry SculptorAir  Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorThe Signs of the Zodiac  Herman A MacNeil SculptorThe Fountain of Ceres  Evelyn Beatrice Longman SculptorThe Survival of the Fittest  Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorEarth  Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorWildflower  Edward Berge SculptorSculpture of the Exposition Palaces and CourtsThe influence of sculpture is far reaching The mind that loves thisart and understands its language will more and more insist on a certainorder and decorum in visual life It opens an avenue for the expressionof aesthetic enjoyment somewhere between poetry and music and akin todrama  Arthur HoeberThe Fountain of EnergyA,24
David Maddock Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamSTUDIES IN THE LIFE OF THE CHRISTIANHis Faith and His ServiceByHENRY T SELL DDPREFACEThese studies consider the questions What did Christ teach What isthe standpoint of Christianity  What is a Christian What ought he tobelieve and why How shall he regard the Bible and the church  Whatshould be his relations to God to his fellow men to his home tosociety to business and to the stateThe strength and reasonableness of the great main positions ofChristian faith and service are constructively presented Carefulattention is also given to the practical application of Christianprinciples to the perplexing problems of modern lifeThis book is for use in adult Bible classes Bible study circlespastors training classes in the essentials of Christianityeducational institutions and private studyIt is uniform with the authors Bible Studies in the Life of ChristBible Studies in the Life of Paul and his other Bible study booksHENRY T SELLChicagoCONTENTS   I CHRIST THE GREAT TEACHER  II THE CHRISTIANS GOD III THE CHRISTIAN MAN  IV THE CHRISTIANS FELLOW MAN   V THE CHRISTIAN FAITH  VI THE CHRISTIANS BOOK VII THE CHRISTIAN PRAYERVIII THE CHRISTIAN SERVICE  IX THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH   X THE CHRISTIAN HOME  XI THE CHRISTIAN BUSINESS WORLD XII THE CHRISTIAN SOCIETYXIII THE CHRISTIAN STATE XIV THE CHRISTIANS HOPESTUDY ICHRIST THE GREAT TEACHERScripture references Matthew 423 512 729 1354 2655281920 Mark 12122 412 66 Luke 53 111 1947 John 659714 828THE FOUNDER OF CHRISTIANITYThe heart of the Christian religion is found in Jesus Christ If wedesire to know what Christianity is and of what elements it iscomposed we must look to Him and His teachings He is the great sourceof our knowledge of what God man sin righteousness duty andsalvation areOur interest in the books of the Old Testament lies in the fact thatthey lead up to Him We study the books of the New Testament becauseof their vivid portrayal of His life teachings death andresurrection  With Jesus Christ a new era dawned for the world withnew principles ideas and aspirations for humanity  His teachingstouch every department of human life and where they are accepted andfollowed they show their marvellous transforming power  There can beno more important study than what Jesus Christ said and did while uponthis earth  Never man spake like this man John 746WHAT CHRIST TAUGHTThere are five great lines which His teachings followed they have todo with God man sin salvation and the future lifeThe Right Relation of God to Man and Man to GodHow does God regardman and How shall man look upon God are questions upon which thebest thought of men in all ages has been expended  Upon the answersgiven have been founded all sorts of religious and philosophicalsystemsMan in this great universe desires to know in what relation he standsto the Author of it Is man only a creature of fate What does Godcare great as He is for one manJesus Christ recognized this desire of man to know his standing withGod and He proclaimed not only the power but the Fatherhood ofGod When He taught His disciples how to pray He began His immortalprayer not with Great God of the universe or Creator of allthings but After this manner therefore pray ye Our Father whichart in heaven Matthew 69 Here was a new conception of GodThrough Christ man comes into personal relations with God as theFather John 1627 who cares for him as a son Man is to love andforgive as God loves and forgives in this relation of Father Matthew2237 61415 Man is to do all that he does as in the sight of hisFather in heaven Matthew 6126 God is made known as supreme loveJohn 316The Right Relation of Man to ManThere are many causes which dividemen into classes castes and nationalities Once divided men begin todevelop a class feeling and pride which tend to deepen and widen thegulfs which separate them from each otherWith the truth proclaimed by Christ of the Fatherhood of God camealso the great truth of the Brotherhood of Man The true relation ofman to man no matter what the caste class employment ornationality is that of sons who have a common father  The secondgreat commandment given by Christ is Thou shalt love thy neighbouras thyself Matthew 2239 When He took the example for a goodneighbour He selected a Samaritan a man of an alien race Men arenaturally inclined to do good to those who treat them well and whosehelp they need but Christ in carrying out this new law of brotherlylove said Love your enemies bless them that curse you do good tothem that hate you and pray for them which despitefully use you andpersecute you that ye may be the children of your Father which is inheaven Matthew 54448 It is only through this love of man forman no matter what the class or condition that right relationsbetween men can ever be established and maintainedThe Right Relation of Man to SinMan violates his sense ofrighteousness and justice He transgresses the laws of God and hisnature Mans sin is everywhere doing its destroying work There isindividual social corporate and national sin Romans 323 Thisfact of sin is not only set forth in the Bible in unmistakable termsbut every government recognizes it in its laws and courts of justiceSociety puts up its bars to protect itself against the sinner and allliterature proclaims the evil results of sinWhat ought to be mans attitude to sin Shall he make light of it andcall it a necessary part of living  Shall he continue in it althoughhe recognizes its evil results and draw others with him into greaterand larger violations of the laws of God and man  These are practicalquestions Some temporize with sin and say Let us lead outwardlycorrect lives but within certain bounds we will do as we pleasehence arises the practice of secret sinningChrist came declaring that mans relation to sin should beuncompromising He,0
Transcribed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukSERMONS ON NATIONAL SUBJECTSITHE KING OF THE EARTHFIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENTPreached in 1849Behold thy King cometh unto theeMATTHEW xxi 4This Sunday is the first of the four Sundays in Advent  During thosefour Sundays our forefathers have advised us to think seriously ofthe coming of our Lord Jesus Christnot that we should neglect tothink of it at all times  As some of you know I have preached toyou about it often lately  Perhaps before the end of Advent you willall of you more or less understand what all that I have said aboutthe cholera and public distress and the sins of this nation andthe sins of the labouring people has to do with the coming of ourLord Jesus Christ  But I intend especially in my next four sermonsto speak my whole mind to you about this matter as far as God hasshown it to me taking the Collect Epistle and Gospels for eachSunday in Advent and explaining them  I am sure I cannot do betterfor the more I see of those Collects Epistles and Gospels and theway in which they are arranged the more I am astonished anddelighted at the wisdom with which they are chosen the wise order inwhich they follow each other and fit into each other  It is veryfit too that we should think of our Lords coming at this season ofthe year above all others because it is the hardest seasontheseason of most want and misery and discontent when wages are lowand work is scarce and fuel is dear and frosts are bitter andfarmers and tradesmen and gentlemen too are at their wits end tosquare their accounts and pay their way  Then is the time that theevils of society come home to usthat our sins and our sorrowswhich after all are the punishment of our sins stare us in theface  Then is the time if ever for mens hearts to cry out for aSaviour who will deliver them out of their miseries and their sinsfor a Heavenly King who will rule them in righteousness and dojustice and judgment on the earth and see that those who are in needand necessity have right for a Heavenly Counsellor who will guidethem into all truthwho will teach them what they are and whitherthey are going and what the Lord requires of them  I say the harddays of winter are a fit time to turn mens hearts to Christ theirKingthe fittest of all times for a clergyman to get up in hispulpit as I do now and tell his people as I tell you that JesusChrist your King has not forgotten youthat He is coming speedily tojudge the world and execute justice and judgment for the meek of theearthNow do not be in a hurry and fancy from what I have just said thatI am one of those who think the end of the world is at hand  It maybe for aught I know  Of that day and that hour knoweth no man noteven the angels of God nor the Son but the Father only  If youwish for my own opinion I believe that what people commonly call theend of the world that is the end of the earth and of mankind on itis not at hand at all  As far as I can judge from Scripture andfrom the history of all nations the earth is yet young and mankindin its infancy  Five thousand years hence our descendants may belooking back on us as foolish barbarians in comparison with whatthey know  just as we look back upon the ignorance of people athousand years ago  And yet I believe that the end of this world inthe real Scripture sense of the word world is coming very quicklyand very trulyThe end of this system of society of these presentways in religion and moneymaking and conducting ourselves in allthe affairs of life which we English people have got into nowadaysThe end of it is coming  It cannot last much longer for it isdestroying itself  It will not last much longer for Christ and notthe devil is the King of the earth  As St Paul said to his peopleso say I to you The night is far spent the day is at handThese may seem strange words but almost every one is saying them inhis own way  One large party among religious people in these days iscomplaining that Christ has left His Church and that the cause ofChristianity will be ruined and lost unless some great change takesplace  Another large party of religious people say that theprophecies are on the point of being all fulfilled that the 1260days spoken of by the prophet Daniel are just coining to an endand that Christ is coming with His saints to reign openly upon earthfor a thousand years  The wisest philosophers and historians of lateyears have been all foretelling a great and tremendous change inEngland and throughout all Europe and in the meantimemanufacturers and landlords tradesmen and farmers artisans andlabourers all say that there MUST be a change and will be a changeI believe they are all right every one of them  They put it intheir words I think it better to put it in the Scripture words andsay boldly Jesus Christ the King of the earth is comingBut you will ask What right have you to stand up and say anythingso surprising  My friends the world is full of surprising thingsand this age above all ages  It was not sixty years ago that anobleman was laughed at in the House of Lords for saying that hebelieved that we should one day see ships go by steam and now thereare steamers on every sea and ocean in the world  Who expectedtwenty years ago to see the whole face of England covered with thesewonderful railroads  Who expected on the 22nd of February last yearthat within a single,9
Produced by Dave Gowan dgowanbiofsueduSpecies and VarietiesTheir Origin by MutationLectures delivered at the University of CaliforniaByHugo DeVriesProfessor of Botany in the University of AmsterdamEdited byDaniel Trembly MacDougalDirector Department of Botanical ResearchCarnegie Institution of WashingtonSecond EditionCorrected and RevisedCHICAGOThe Open Court Publishing CompanyLONDONKegan Paul Trench Trubner and Co Ltd1906    COPYRIGHT 1904BYThe Open Court Pub CoCHICAGO    THE ORIGIN OF SPECIESThe origin of species is a natural phenomenonLAMARCKThe origin of species is an object of inquiryDARWINThe origin of species is an object of experimental investigationDeVRIES    PREFACE BY THE AUTHORTHE purpose of these lectures is to point out the means and methods bywhich the origin of species and varieties may become an object forexperimental inquiry in the interest of agricultural and horticulturalpractice as well as in that of general biologic science Comparativestudies have contributed all the evidence hitherto adduced for thesupport of the Darwinian theory of descent and given us some generalideas about the main lines of the pedigree of the vegetable kingdom butthe way in which one species originates from another has not beenadequately explained The current belief assumes that species are slowlychanged into new types In contradiction to this conception the theoryof mutation assumes that new species and varieties are produced fromexisting forms by sudden leaps The parenttype itself remains unchangedthroughout this process and may repeatedly give birth to new formsThese may arise simultaneously and in groups or separately at more orless widely distant periodsThe principal features of the theory of mutation have been dealt with atlength in my book Die Mutationstheorie Vol I 1901 Vol II 1903Leipsic Veit  Co in which I have endeavored to present ascompletely as possible the detailed evidence obtained from trustworthyhistorical records and from my own experimental researches upon whichthe theory is basedThe University of California invited me to deliver a series of lectureson this subject at Berkeley during the vii summer of 1904 and theselectures are offered in this form to a public now thoroughly interestedin the progress of modern ideas on evolution Some of my experiments andpedigreecultures are described here in a manner similar to that used inthe Mutationstheorie but partly abridged and partly elaborated inorder to give a clear conception of their extent and scope Newexperiments and observations have been added and a wider choice of thematerial afforded by the more recent current literature has been made inthe interest of a clear representation of the leading ideas leaving theexact and detailed proofs thereof to the students of the larger bookScientific demonstration is often long and encumbered with difficultpoints of minor importance In these lectures I have tried to devoteattention to the more important phases of the subject and have avoidedthe details of lesser interest to the general readerConsiderable care has been bestowed upon the indication of the lacunaein our knowledge of the subject and the methods by which they may befilled Many interesting observations bearing upon the little knownparts of the subject may be made with limited facilities either in thegarden or upon the wild flora Accuracy and perseverance and a warmlove for Natures children are here the chief requirements in suchinvestigationsIn his admirable treatise on Evolution and Adaptation New YorkMacmillan  Co 1903 Thomas Hunt Morgan has dealt in a criticalmanner with many of the speculations upon problems subsidiary to thetheory of descent in so convincing and complete a manner that I thinkmyself justified in neglecting these questions here His book gives anaccurate survey of them all and is easily understood by the generalreaderIn concluding I have to offer my thanks to Dr DT MacDougal and MissAM Vail of the New York Botanical Garden for their painstaking work inthe preparation of the manuscript for the press Dr MacDougal byviii his publications has introduced my results to his Americancolleagues and moreover by his cultures of the mutative species of thegreat eveningprimrose has contributed additional proof of the validityof my views which will go far to obviate the difficulties which arestill in the way of a more universal acceptation of the theory ofmutation My work claims to be in full accord with the principles laiddown by Darwin and to give a thorough and sharp analysis of some of theideas of variability inheritance selection and mutation which werenecessarily vague at his time It is only just to state that Darwinestablished so broad a basis for scientific research upon thesesubjects that after half a century many problems of major interestremain to be taken up The work now demanding our attention ismanifestly that of the experimental observation and control of theorigin of species The principal object of these lectures is to secure amore general appreciation of this kind of workHUGO DE VRIESAmsterdam October 1904ixPREFACE BY THE EDITORPROFESSOR DE VRIES has rendered an additional service to all naturalistsby the preparation of the lectures on mutation published in the presentvolume A perusal of the lectures will show that the subject matter ofDie Mutationstheorie has been presented in a somewhat condensed formand that the time which has elapsed since the original was prepared hasgiven opportunity for the acquisition of additional facts and areexamination of some of the more important conclusions with the resultthat a notable gain has been made in the treatment of some complicatedproblemsIt is hoped that the appearance of this English version of the theory ofmutation will do much to stimulate investigation of the various phasesof the subject This volume however is by no means intended toreplace as a work of reference the larger book with its detailedrecital of facts and its comprehensive records but it may prove asubstitute for the use of the general readerThe revision of the lectures has been a task attended with no littlepleasure especially since it has given the editor the opportunity foran advance consideration of some of the more recent results thusmaterially facilitating investigations which have been in progress atthe New York Botanical Garden for some time So far as the ground hasbeen covered the researches in question corroborate the conclusions ofde Vries in all important particulars The preparation of the manuscriptfor the printer,52
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamSTORY OF AENEASBYM CLARKEAuthor of Story Of Troy Story Of Caesar1898CONTENTS         INTRODUCTION   I    VERGIL THE PRINCE OP POETS  II    THE GODS AND GODDESSES   I    THE WOODEN HORSE  II    AENEAS LEAVES TROYTHE HARPIESPROPHESY OF HELENUSTHE         GIANT POLYPHEMUS III    A GREAT STORMARRIVAL IN CARTHAGE  IV    DIDOS LOVETHE FUNERAL GAMESSHIPS BURNED BY THE WOMEN   V    THE SIBYL OF CUMAETHE GOLDEN BOUGHIN THE REGIONS OF THE         DEAD  VI    AENEAS ARRIVES IN LATIUMWELCOMED BY KING LATINUS VII    ALLIANCE WITH EVANDERVULCAN MAKES ARMS FOR AENEASTHE         FAMOUS SHIELDVIII    TURNUS ATTACKS THE TROJAN CAMPNISUS AND EURYALUS  IX    THE COUNCIL OF THE GODSRETURN OF AENEASBATTLE ON THE         SHOREDEATH OF PALLAS   X    FUNERAL OF PALLASAENEAS AND TURNUS FIGHTTURNUS IS SLAINIllustration Map captioned MAP SHOWING THE WANDERINGS OF AENEASextending from 10 degrees to 30 degrees east longitude and centeredon 40 degrees north latitudeINTRODUCTIONI VERGIL THE PRINCE OF LATIN POETSThe story of AEneas as related by the Roman poet Vergil in hiscelebrated poem called the AEneid which we are to tell about inthis book is one of the most interesting of the myths or legends thathave come down to us from ancient authorsVergil lived in the time of the Roman Emperor Augustus 63 B C14A D grandnephew and successor of Julius Caesar Augustus andhis chief counsellor or minister Maecenas gave great encouragementto learning and learned men and under their liberal patronage arose anumber of eminent writers to whose works has been given the name ofclassics as being of the highest rank or _class_ The period is knownas the Augustan Age a phrase also used in reference to periods in thehistory of other countries in which literature reached its highestperfection Thus the reign of Queen Anne 17021714 is called theAugustan age of English literature because of the number of literarymen who flourished in England in that period and the excellence oftheir worksVergil was the greatest of the poets of ancient Rome and with theexception of Homer the greatest of the poets of antiquity From avery early period almost from the age in which he lived he wascalled the Prince of Latin Poets His full name was PubliusVergilius Maro He was born about seventy years before Christin the village of Andes now Pietole near the town of Mantuain the north of Italy His father was the owner of a small estatewhich he farmed himself Though of moderate means he gave his son agood education Young Vergil spent his boyhood at school at Cremonaand Milan He completed his studies at Naples where he read the Greekand Latin authors and acquired a knowledge of mathematics naturalphilosophy and medical science He afterwards returned to Mantua andresided there for a few years enjoying the quiet of country life atthe family homesteadAbout this time the Emperor Augustus was engaged in a war against apowerful party of his own countrymen led by a famous Roman namedBrutus In the year 42 BC he defeated Brutus in a great battlewhich put an end to the war He afterwards rewarded many of his troopsby dividing among them lands in the neighborhood of Mantua and inother parts of Italy dispossessing the owners for having sided withhis enemies Though Vergil had taken no part in the struggle his farmwas allotted to one of the imperial soldiers But this was thebeginning of his greatness Through the friendship of the governor ofMantua he was introduced to Maecenas and afterwards to Augustus whogave orders that his property should be restored to himThus Vergil became known to the first men of Rome He expressed hisgratitude to the emperor in one of a series of poems called Pastoralsor Bucolics words which mean shepherds songs or songs descriptiveof life in the country These poems though among Vergils earliestproductions were highly applauded in Rome They were so much esteemedthat portions of them were recited in the theatre in the authorspresence and the audience were so delighted that they all rose totheir feet an honor which it was customary to pay only to Augustushimself Vergil also wrote a poem called the Georgics the subject ofwhich is agriculture the breeding of cattle and the culture of beesThis is said to be the most perfect in finish of all Latincompositions The AEneid is however regarded as the greatest ofVergils works The writing of it occupied the last eleven years ofthe poets lifeVergil died at Brundisium in south Italy in the fiftyfirst yearof his age He was buried near Naples by the side of the public roada few miles outside that city where what is said to be his tomb isstill to be seen Of his character as a man we are enabled to form anagreeable idea from all that is known about him He was modest gentleand of a remarkable sweetness of disposition Although living in thehighest society while in Rome he never forgot his old friends He wasa dutiful and affectionate son and liberally shared his good fortunewith his aged parentsAs a poet Vergil was not only the greatest that Rome produced butthe most popular His poems particularly the AEneid were thefavorite reading of his countrymen They became a textbook in theRoman schools The little Romans we are told studied the AEneidfrom their masters dictation and wrote compositions upon its heroesAnd not alone in Italy but throughout the world wherever learningextended the AEneid became popular and has retained its popularitydown to our own time being still a textbook in every school whereLatin is taughtThere are many excellent translations of the AEneid into English Inthis book,0
Produced by David Garcia Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDIllustration THE VOYAGE WAS RESUMEDTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDBY LAWRENCE J LESLIECONTENTSCHAPTERIHOW THE DARE WAS GIVENIIBANDYLEGS IN TROUBLEIIION THE ISLAND WITH THE BAD NAMEIVTHE SUDDEN AWAKENINGVEXPLORING THE ISLANDVIWHAT THE ASHES TOLD MAXVIITHE MYSTERY OF THE CABINVIIIAN UNWELCOME DISCOVERYIXWATCHED FROM THE SHOREXTHE BUILDER OF THE STRANGE CABINXIWHAT HAPPENED ON THE SECOND NIGHTXIIA BOLD PLANXIIIUNSEEN PERILS THAT HOVERED NEARXIVHOW THE SCHEME WORKEDXVUNEXPECTED ALLIESXVITHE LAST CAMP FIRE ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDCHAPTER IHOW THE DARE WAS GIVENAnd so Herb Benson dared you Max you sayThats what he did SteveTo camp on Catamount IslandAnd stay there a full week He said that even if we did have nerveenough to make the _try_ hed give us just one solitary night to hangout thereHuh just because Herb and his old club got scared nearly to death awhile ago by some silly noise they thought was a ghost they reckonevery fellow is built on the same plan dont they MaxI guess thats what they do SteveSo they challenge us to make a camp and stick it out do they Whatdid you tell Herb Oh I hope you just took him up on the spotWell I said Id put it up to the rest of the chums my cousin OwenHastings Toby Jucklin Bandylegs Griffin and yourselfCount me in as ready to accept the dare Why Id start this blessedminute if I had my way MaxI know you would because youre always so quick to flare up Thatswhy they all call you Touchandgo Steve Dowdy But come along andlets get the other fellows We can go down to the boathouse and talk itover anyhowBut tell me first when _can_ we be ready to go Maxsome timetomorrowYou certainly are the most impatient fellow I ever knew replied Maxwith a laugh yes if the other boys are willing I guess we might getoff at noon tomorrow It wouldnt take long to lay in our supplies andyou know weve already got tents cooking things and all that stuff onhandOh shucks leave the grub part of the business to me remarked Steveinstantly Whats the use of having a chum whose daddy is the leadinggrocer in Carson if he cant look after the supplies But Im justtickled nearly to death at the chance of this little cruise up the BigSunflowerI can guess why Max observed as he kept pace with his nervouscompanions quick stridesThe new canoes exclaimed Steve it gives us the chance weve beenwanting to find out how they work in real harness Weve only triedlittle spins in them so far you know Max Gee I hated like everythingto let my motorcycle go but the folks put their foot down hard afterthat second accident to our chum Bandylegs and like the rest of thebunch I had to send it back to the shop for what it was worth It waslike going to the scrapheap with it because I lost so much moneyWell lets hope we can make it up in fun on the water with our boatswas the sensible way the other put it Heres Ordways drug store andwe can use his phone to get the rest of the crowd alongA minute later and inside the booth they were calling for M23 West Itwas not later than eighttwenty in the evening when the two boys metdown in front of the hardware store where a brilliant light burned allnight long so that the evening was young when Max caught the wellknownvoice of Toby Jucklin at the other end of the wireToby stuttered at times fearfully He kept trying to overcome thehabit and the result was that his affliction came and went in spasmsSometimes he could talk as well as any one of his four chums thenagain especially when excited he would have a serious lapse beingcompelled to resort to his old trick of giving a sharp whistle and thenstopping a couple of seconds to get a grasp on himself when he was ableto say what he wanted intelligentlyThat you Max asked Toby who had lived with an old crabbed uncleand been treated harshly despite the fact that his father had leftquite a little fortune for him when of age until Mr Hastings took holdof the case had the court depose Uncle Ambrose and place the boy incharge of a generous gentleman whose name was Mr Jackson with whom henow lived in comfortJust who it is Toby replied the other Say cant you hike down tothe boathouse and meet us thereNow demanded Toby his voice beginning to show signs of wabblingAs soon as you can get there was what Max answeredHey whats on the carpet now tell me Max demanded Toby quicklyKeep cool warned the boy in the booth Steve is here with me in thedrug store Weve got a scheme for a little outing in our canoes andwant to put it up to the rest of the bunch How about coming downTobySssure Ill bbbe there exclaimed the otherThen make a start soon and with that Max rang off because he knewToby would hold him indefinitely if once he got started asking questionsand stuttering at the same timeHe soon had another boy on the wire this time Bandylegs And theresponse was as rapid and favorable in this quarter as it had been withToby From the tone of the inquiries Max made the boys understood theremust be something out of the common on tap and their curiosity wastherefore excited They would have been at the place of meeting eventhough they found it necessary to crawl out of bedroom windows and slidedown the post of the front porch which in neither case was requiredfor both Toby and the other chum had plenty of freedomWhen Owen who being an orphan lived at his cousins house had beenbrought to the phone and asked to join the rest for a seriousconsultation Max shut up shop as he called itLets get a move on ourselves now Steve he remarked as,13
Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE STORY OF GERM LIFEBY H W CONNPROFESSOR OF BIOLOGY AT WESLEYAN UNIVERSITYAUTHOR OF EVOLUTION OF TODAYTHE LIVING WORLD ETCPREFACESince the first edition of this book was published the popularidea of bacteria to which attention was drawn in the originalpreface has undergone considerable modification Experimentalmedicine has added constantly to the list of diseases caused bybacterial organisms and the general public has been educated toan adequate conception of the importance of the germ as the chiefagency in the transmission of disease with correspondingadvantage to the efficiency of personal and public hygiene At thesame time knowledge of the benign bacteria and the enormous rolethey play in the industries and the arts has become much morewidely diffused Bacteriology is being studied in colleges as oneof the cultural sciences it is being widely adopted as a subjectof instruction in high schools and schools of agriculture andhousehold science turn out each year thousands of graduatesfamiliar with the functions of bacteria in daily life Throughthese agencies the popular misconception of the nature of microorganisms and their relations to man is being gradually displacedby a general appreciation of their manifold services It is notunreasonable to hope that the many thousands of copies of thislittle manual which have been circulated and read have contributedmaterially to that end If its popularity is a safe criterion thebook has amply fulfilled its purpose of placing before the generalreader in a simple and direct style the main facts ofbacteriology Beginning with a discussion of the nature ofbacteria it shows their position in the scale of plant and animallife The middle chapters describe the functions of bacteria inthe arts in the dairy and in agriculture The final chaptersdiscuss the relation of bacteria to disease and the methods bywhich the new and growing science of preventive medicine combatsand counteracts their dangerous powersJULY 1915CONTENTSIBACTERIA AS PLANTSHistoricalForm of bacteriaMultiplication of bacteriaSporeformationMotionInternal structureAnimals or plantsClassificationVariationWhere bacteria are foundIIMISCELLANEOUS USES OF BACTERIA IN THE ARTSMaceration industriesLinenJuteHempSpongesLeatherFermentative industriesVinegarLactic acidButyric acidBacteria in tobacco curingTroublesome fermentationsIIIBACTERIA IN THE DAIRYSources of bacteria in milkEffect of bacteria on milkBacteria used in butter makingBacteria in cheese makingIVBACTERIA IN NATURAL PROCESSESBacteria as scavengersBacteria as agents in Natures foodcycleRelation of bacteria to agricultureSprouting of seedsThe siloThe fertility of the soilBacteria as sources oftrouble to the farmerCoal formationVPARASITIC BACTERIA AND THEIR RELATION TO DISEASEMethod of producing diseasePathogenic germs not strictlyparasiticPathogenic germs that are true parasitesWhatdiseases are due to bacteriaVariability of pathogenic powersSusceptibility of the individualRecovery from bacteriologicaldiseasesDiseases caused by organisms other than bacteriaVIMETHODS OF COMBATING PARASITIC BACTERIAPreventive medicineBacteria in surgeryPrevention byinoculationLimits of preventive medicineCurative medicineDrugsVis medicatrix naturaeAntitoxines and their useConclusionTHE STORY OF GERM LIFECHAPTER IBACTERIA AS PLANTSDuring the last fifteen years the subject of bacteriologyFootnote The term microbe is simply a word which has been coinedto include all of the microscopic plants commonly included underthe terms bacteria and yeasts has developed with a marvellousrapidity At the beginning of the ninth decade of the centurybacteria were scarcely heard of outside of scientific circles andvery little was known about them even among scientists Today theyare almost household words and everyone who reads is beginning torecognise that they have important relations to his everyday lifeThe organisms called bacteria comprise simply a small class of lowplants but this small group has proved to be of such vastimportance in its relation to the world in general that its studyhas little by little crystallized into a science by itself It isa somewhat anomalous fact that a special branch of scienceinteresting such a large number of people should be developedaround a small group of low plants The importance of bacteriologyis not due to any importance bacteria have as plants or as membersof the vegetable kingdom but solely to their powers of producingprofound changes in Nature There is no one family of plants thatbegins to compare with them in importance It is the object ofthis work to point out briefly how much both of good and ill weowe to the life and growth of these microscopic organisms As wehave learned more and more of them during the last fifty years ithas become more and more evident that this one little class ofmicroscopic plants fills a place in Natures processes which insome respects balances that filled by the whole of the greenplants Minute as they are their importance can hardly beoverrated for upon their activities is founded the continued lifeof the animal and vegetable kingdom For good and for ill they areagents of neverceasing and almost unlimited powersHISTORICALThe study of bacteria practically began with the use of themicroscope It was toward the close of the seventeenth centurythat the Dutch microscopist Leeuwenhoek working with his simplelenses first saw the organisms which we now know under this namewith sufficient clearness to describe them Beyond mentioningtheir existence however his observations told little or nothingNor can much more be said of the studies which followed during thenext one hundred and fifty years During this long period many amicroscope was turned to the observation of these minuteorganisms but the majority of observers were contented withsimply seeing them marvelling at their minuteness and utteringmany exclamations of astonishment at the wonders of Nature A fewmen of more strictly scientific natures paid some attention tothese little organisms Among them we should perhaps mention VonGleichen Muller Spallanzani and Needham Each of these as wellas others made some contributions to our knowledge ofmicroscopical life and among other organisms studied those whichwe now call bacteria Speculations were even made at these earlydates of the possible causal connection of these organisms withdiseases and for a little the medical profession was interestedin the suggestion It was impossible then however to obtain anyevidence for the truth of this speculation and it was abandonedas unfounded and even forgotten completely until revived againabout the middle of the 19th century During this century ofwonder a sufficiency of exactness was however introduced intothe study of microscopic organisms to call for the use of namesand we find Muller using the names of Monas Proteus VibrioBacillus and Spirillum names which still continue in usealthough commonly with,52
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Produced by David Garcia Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPractical Suggestions for Mother and HousewifeBy MARION MILLS MILLER Litt DEdited by THEODORE WATERSContentsCHAPTER ITHE SINGLE WOMANHer Freedom Culture a desideratum in her choice of work Daughters asassistants of their fathers In law In medicine As scientific farmersPreparation for speaking or writing Steps in the career of ajournalist The editor The Advertising writer The illustratorDesigning book covers PatternsCHAPTER IITHE SINGLE WOMANTeaching Teaching Women in Society Parliamentary law GamesBookreviewing Manuscriptreading for publishers Library workTeaching music and painting Home study of professional houseworkThe unmarried daughter at home The woman in business Her relationto her employer Securing an increase of salary The woman ofindependent means Her civic and social dutiesCHAPTER IIITHE WIFENatures intention in marriage The womans crime in marrying forsupport Her blunder in marrying an inefficient man for loveThe proper union Mutual aid of husband and wife Manipulating a husbandBy deceit By tact Confidence between man and wifeCHAPTER IVTHE HOUSEElement in choice of a home The city apartment Furniture for atemporary home Couches Rugs Bookcases The suburban and countryhouse Economic considerations Buying an old house Building a new oneSupervising the building The womans wishesCHAPTER VTHE HOUSEEssential parts of a house Double use of rooms Utility of piazzasLandscape gardening Water supply Water power Illumination Dangersfrom gas How to read a gasmeter How to test kerosene Care of lampsUse of candles Making the best of the old houseCHAPTER VIFURNITURE AND DECORATIONThe qualities to be sought in furniture Homemade furniture Semimadefurniture Good furniture as an investment Furnishing and decoratingthe hall The staircase The parlor Rugs and carpets Oriental rugsFloors Treatment of hardwood Of other wood How to stain a floorcoveringCHAPTER VIIFURNITURE AND DECORATIONThe carpet square Furniture for the parlor Parlor decoration Thepiano The library Arrangement of books The Den The livingroomThe diningroom Bedrooms How to make a bed The guest chamberWindow shades and blindsCHAPTER VIIITHE MOTHERNursing the child The mothers diet Weaning The nursing bottleMilk for the baby The babys table manners His bath Cleansinghis eyes and nose Relief of colic Care of the diaperCHAPTER IXTHE MOTHERThe school child Breakfast Luncheon Supper Aiding the teacherat home Manual training Utilizing the collecting mania Physicalexercise Intellectual exercise Forming the bath habit TeethingForming the toothbrush habit Shoes for children Dress HatsCHAPTER XCARE OF THE PERSONThe mothers duty toward herselfHer dress Etiquette and good mannersThe Golden Rule Pride in personal appearance The science of beautyculture Manicuring as a home employment Recipes for toiletpreparations Nailbiting Fragile nails White spots Chapped handsCare of the skin Facial massage Recipes for skin lotions Treatmentof facial blemishes and disorders Care of the hair Diseases of thescalp and hair Gray hair Care of eyebrows and eyelashesCHAPTER XIGENERAL PRINCIPLES OF COOKINGThe prevalence of good receipts for all save meat dishes Increasedcost of meat makes these desirable No need to save expense by givingup meat The Government Cook Book Value of the cuts of meatCHAPTER XIIGENERAL PRINCIPLES OF COOKINGTexture and flavor of meat General methods of cooking meat Economiesin use of meatCHAPTER XIIIRECIPES FOR MEAT DISHESTrying out fat Extending the flavor of meat Meat stew Meat dumplingsMeat pies and similar dishes Meat with starchy materials Turkishpilaf Stew from cold roast Meat with beans Haricot of mutton Meatsalads Meat with eggs Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding Corned beefhash with poached eggs Stuffing Mock duck Veal or beef birdsUtilizing the cheaper cuts of meatCHAPTER XIVRECIPES FOR MEAT DISHESProlonged cooking at low heat Stewed shin of beef Boiled beef withhorseradish sauce Stuffed heart Braised beef pot roast and beef a lamode Hungarian goulash Casserole cookery Meat cooked with vinegarSour beef Sour beefsteak Pounded meat Farmer stew Spanish beefsteakChopped meat Savory rolls Developing flavor of meat Retaining naturalflavors Round steak on biscuits Flavor of browned meat or fat Saltpork with milk gravy Saltfish dinner Sauces Mock venisonCHAPTER XVHOUSEHOLD RECIPESVarious recipes arranged alphabeticallyINTRODUCTIONWhat a tribute to the worth of woman are the names by which she isenshrined in common speech What tender associations halo the names of_wife mother sister_ and _daughter_ It must never be forgottenthat the dearest most sacred of these names are in origin connectedwith the dignity of service In early speech the wife or wifeman womanwas the weaver whose care it was to clothe the family as it was thehusbands duty to feed it or to provide the materials of sustenanceThe mother or matron was named from the most tender and sacred of humanfunctions the nursing of the babe the daughter from her original dutyin the pastoral age of milking the cows The lady was socalled from thesocial obligations entailed on the prosperous woman of loafgivingor dispensing charity to the less fortunate As dame madame madonnain the old days of aristocracy she bore equal rank with the lord andmaster and carried down to our better democratic age the copartnershipof civic and family rights and dutiesModern science and invention civic and economic progress the growthof humanitarian ideas and the approach to Christian unity are allcombining to give woman and womans work a central place in the socialorder The vast machinery of government especially in the newactivities of the Agricultural and Labor Departments applied toinvestigations and experiments into the questions of pure foodhousehold economy and employments suited to woman is now directed morethan ever before to the uplifting of American homes and the assistanceof the homemakers These researches are at the call of every housewifeHowever to save her the bewilderment of selection from so many usefulsuggestions and the digesting of voluminous directions the fundamentalprinciples of food and household economy as published by the governmentdepartments are here presented with the permission of the respectiveauthorities together with many other suggestions of utilitariancharacter which may assist the mother and housewife to a greaterfulfillment of her office in the uplift of the homeCHAPTER ITHE SINGLE WOMANHer FreedomCulture a Desideratum in Her Choice of WorkDaughtersas Assistants of Their FathersIn LawIn MedicineAs ScientificFarmersPreparation for Speaking or WritingSteps in the Careerof a JournalistThe EditorThe Advertising WriterTheIllustratorDesigning Book CoversPatterns      She keeping green  Loves lilies for the one unseen  Counselling but her womans,78
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Juliet Sutherland Charles Franks and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamThe Bobbsey Twinsin WashingtonBY LAURA LEE HOPEAUTHOR OF THE BOBBSEY TWINS THE BUNNYBROWN SERIES THE OUTDOOR GIRLSSERIES ETCILLUSTRATEDBOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE12mo Cloth IllustratedTHE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIESTHE BOBBSEY TWINSTHE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRYTHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORETHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOLTHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGETHE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOATTHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOKTHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOMETHE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITYTHE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLANDTHE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEATHE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTONTHE BUNNY BROWN SERIESBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPAS FARMBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUSBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LUS CITY HOMEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP RESTAWHILEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODSBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOURBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONYBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOWTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIESTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CARTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMPTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDATHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEWTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLANDTHE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICETHE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT HOSTESS HOUSECONTENTSI     UNDER THE HAYII    DIGGING OUTIII   THE WASHINGTON CHILDRENIV    MISS POMPRETS CHINAV     WHAT A LOT OF MONEYVI    WONDERFUL NEWSVII   ON A TRIPVIII  IN NEW YORKIX    WASHINGTON AT LASTX     LOSTXI    THE PRESIDENTXII   WASHINGTON MONUMENTXIII  A STRAY CATXIV   STRAY CHILDRENXV    WHERE ARE THEYXVI   THE FIRE BELLXVII  FREDDIES REAL ALARMXVIII THE ORIENTAL CHILDRENXIX   OH LOOKXX    A GREAT BARGAINXXI   JUST SUPPOSEXXII  HAPPY DAYSCHAPTER IUNDER THE HAYThis is most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island or when wewent to Florida on the deep blue sea isnt it Bert asked NanBobbsey as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat Sheand her brother had been running around the house playing a new gameand Nan was warmYes its fun all right agreed Bert But I liked the deep blue seabetteror even Blueberry Island and off came his hat to cool hisflushed face for though it was late in September the day was warmBut we couldnt stay on the island always went on Nan We have togo to school daddy saysDont speak about it begged Bert I dont want to go to school for along long time and not thenHave we got to go to school asked a little lighthaired and blueeyedgirl as she ran up the steps to sink in a heap at the feet of hersister Nan Bobbsey When do we go she went onOh not right away little fat fairy laughed Nan giving Flossiethe name her father sometimes called her School wont open for twoweeks moreHurray cried Bert The longer it stays closed the better I like itBut come on Nan Lets have some more fun This isnt like BlueberryIsland sitting still on a porchYou havent sat still more than three minutes Bert Bobbsey cried hissister I can hardly get my breath you made me run so fastJust then a little boy who had the same sort of blue eyes and goldenhair that made Flossie such a pretty little girl came tumbling up thesteps with a clatter and a bang falling down at Berts feet The olderboy caught his small brother just in time or there might have been abumped noseHi there Freddie whats the matter asked Bert with a laugh Isour dog Snap chasing you or have you been playing a trick on our catSnoopIIIm aa fireman panted Freddie for he too was out of breathfrom running Im a fireman and IIve got to get the engine Theresa big big fire and his eyes opened wide and roundA big firereally asked Nan quicklyCourse not Hes only making believe replied BertWell I thought maybe he might have seen some boys start a bonfiresomewhere explained Nan They sometimes doI know they do admitted Bert And I hope they dont start one neardaddys lumberyardThere was a fire down in the lumber once exclaimed Freddie He wastoo young to have seen it but he had heard his father and mother talkabout the time Mr Bobbseys lumberyard was nearly burned out FreddieBobbsey was very fond of a toy fire engine he had been given forChristmas and his father often called Freddie a little fireman justas Flossie was named a fairyWell if its only a makebelieve fire we can sit here and cool offwent on Nan What were you doing Flossie she asked her littlesisterOh I was having a race with our cat Snoop but I guess I beat causeSnoop didnt get here to the porch before I didYes you won the race all right laughed Bert But its too hot forany more running games I wish we were back on the island where we foundthat boy Jack Nelson and could play we were sailors and could splashin the waterThat would be fun sighed Nan as she fanned herself harder than everwith her hatThe Bobbsey twins had a few days before returned to their home from avacation spent on a strange island off the coast of Florida They hadgone there with Cousin Jasper Dent to rescue a boy who had been left ina lonely cave and very many strange adventures the Bobbsey twins andtheir father and mother to say nothing of Cousin Jasper had had onthat voyageNow the simple games they tried to get up around the house and thethought of having to go back to school soon made them feel a bitlonesome for the deep blue sea over which they had made a voyage torescue the boy Jack Nelson and also for Blueberry Island where oncethey spent,15
Transcribed from the 1912 John Murray edition by David Price emailccx074coventryacukTHE GATHERING OF BROTHER HILARIUSPART ITHE SEEDCHAPTER IBLIND EYES IN THE FORESTHilarius stood at the Monastery gate looking away down the smoothwellkept road to the highway beyond  It lay quiet and serene inthe June sunshine the white way to the outer world and not even adust cloud on the horizon promised the approach of the train ofsumpter mules laden with meats for the bellies and cloth for thebacks of the good Brethren within  The Cellarer lacked wine thedrug stores in the farmery were running low last but not leastthe Precentor had bespoken precious colours rich gold costlyvellum and on these the thoughts of Hilarius tarried with anxiousexpectationOn his left lay the forest home of his longing imaginings  TheMonastery wall crept up one side of it and over the top the greattrees peered and beckoned with their tossing feathery branchesTwice had Hilarius walked there attending the Prior as he pacedslowly and silently along the mossy ways under the strongspringing pines and the occasions were stored in his memory withthe glories of St Benedicts Day and Our Ladys Festivals  Away tothe right within the great enclosure stretched the Monasterylands fair to the eye with orchard and fruitful field teemingwith glad unhurried labourAt a little elevation overlooking the whole domain rose thePriory buildings topped by the Church crown and heart of theplace signing the sign of the Cross over the daily life and workof the Brethren itself the centre of that life the object of thatwork ever unfinished because love knows not how to make an endTo the monks it was a page in the history of the life of the Orderwritten in stone blazoned with beauty of the worlds treasure apage on which each generation might spell out a word perchance adda line to the greater glory of God and St Benedict  They werealways at work on it stretching out eager hands for the rarestuffs and precious stones devout men brought from overseasfinding a place for the best of every ordered craft their shame anuncouth line or graceless arch their glory each completed pinnacleand fretted spire ever restoring enlarging repairingspendthrift of money and time in the service of the House of theLordThe sun shone hot on grey wall and green garth the spirit ofinsistent peace brooded over the place  The wheeling white pigeonscircling the cloister walls cried peace the sculptured saints intheir niches over the west door gave the blessing of peace an oldblind monk crossed the garth with the hesitating gait of habitlately acquiredon his face was great peace  It restedeverywhere this peace of prayerful service where the clang of theblacksmiths hammer smote the sound of the Office bellHilarius at the gate questioned the road again and again for signof the belated train  It was vexatious the Priors lips wouldtake a thinner line for the mules were already some days overdueand it was ill to keep the Prior waiting  The soft June wind sweptthe fragrance of Marys lilies across to the lad he turned hisdreamy blue eyes from the highway to the forest  The scent of thepinewoods rushed to meet his sudden thought  Should he dare hebreak cloister and taste the wondrous delight of an unwalledworld  It were a sin a grave sin in a newlymade novicecloisterbred  The sweet pungent smell overpowered him the treesbeckoned with their long arms and slender fingers the voice of theforest called and Hilarius answering walked swiftly away withbowed head and beating heart between the sunburnt pinebolesAt last he ventured to stop and look around him his fair hairaflame in the sunlight his eyes full of awe of this arched andpillared city of mystery and wonderIt was very silent  Here and there a coney peeped out and fledand a woodpecker toiled with sharp effective stroke  Hilariuseyes shone as he lifted his head and caught sight of the sunlitblue between the great greenfringed branches  it was as if OurLady trailed her gracious robe across the treetops  Then as hebathed his thirsty soul in the great sea of light and shade cooldepths and shifting colours the sense of his wrongdoing slippedfrom him and joy replaced itjoy so great that his heart achedwith it  He went on his way singing Lauda Syon his eyesfollowing the pineboles and presently coming out into an openglade halted in amazementA flower incarnate stood before him stoodnay danced in thewind  Over the sunny sward two little scarletclad feet chasedeach other in rhythmic maze dainty little brown hands spread thefolds of the deep blue skirt a bodice silverlaced served asstalk on which balanced lightly swaying the flower of flowersitself  Hilarius eyes travelled upwards and rested there  Cheekslike a sunburnt peach lips a scarlet bow shimmering tenderlaughing grey eyes curtained by long curling lashes soft tendrilsof curly hair blue black in the shadows hiding the low levelbrow  A sight for gods but not for monks above all not foruntutored novices such as HilariusHis sin had found him out it was the Devil the lovely lady of StBenedict he drew breath and crossed himself hastily with amurmured Apage SataasThe dancer stopped conscious perhaps of a chill in the windO what a pretty boy she cried gaily  Playing truant I darewager  Come and danceHilarius crimsoned with shame and horror  Woman he said andhis voice trembled somewhat art thou not shamed to deck thyselfin this devils guiseThe dancer bit her lip and stamped her little red shoe angrilyNo more devils guise than thine own she retorted eyeing hissemimonastic garb with scant favour  Can a poor maid notpractise her steps in the heart of a forest but a cloisterbredyoungster must cry devils guiseAs she spoke her anger vanished like a summer cloud and she brokeinto peal on peal of joyous laughter  Poor lad with thy talk ofdevils hast thou never looked a maid in the eyes beforeShrewdly hit mistress never before has Hilarius,10
Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE BOY SCOUTS PATROLBY RALPH VICTORILLUSTRATED BYRUDOLF MENCLCHAPTERI A MONKEY TRICKII FINDING MONEYIII TWO AND TWOIV UP THE RIVERV OUT OF THE RIVERVI THE ENEMY MAKES A RAIDVII THE COLONELVIII TALKING IT OVERIX THE PURSUITX LOOKING FOR A CLUEXI FORMING THE PATROLXII ORGANIZEDXIII A CHALLENGEXIV A DEFIANCEXV PEPPER TAKES A MESSAGEXVI WHERE WAS PEPPERXVII THE MESSAGEXVIII IN THE JUDGES OFFICEXIX A NARROW ESCAPEXX A NIGHT ALARMXXI A SURPRISEXXII THE RACEXXIII CONCLUSIONTHE BOY SCOUTS PATROLCHAPTER IA MONKEY TRICKI think began a tall slenderlybuilt lad of sixteen speakingin a somewhat indolent way then suddenly he paused to look downthrough the trees to where the river gleamed belowWhats on your mind now Rand his companion queried a boy ofabout the same age nearly as tall but more stoutly built and aslight in complexion as the other was dark The two were standing atthe top of the road that wound down the side of the mountain fromthe town of Creston which was perched like the nest of some greatbird in a hollow of the PalisadesI think repeated the first speaker pausing againThats right Randolph approved his companion briskly alwaysthink twice before you speak onceI always do Donald Graeme retorted Rand but what I was reallygoing to say when you interrupted me with your irrelevant remarkwasHurrah broke in Donald waving his cap in answer to the hail ofanother boy who was just then seen hurrying down the road towardthem Here comes Pepper in a rush as usualIt was just after dawn of a June morning that the boys wereassembling It was still dark and gloomy for it had rained duringthe night and the storm had not yet passed but the boys havingplanned a fishing trip for this morning were not to be deterred bythe fear of a wet jacketHello fellows panted the newcomer who was smaller and slighterthan either of the others but who made up in activity and energywhat he lacked in size His hair was a glowing red and with itwent a temper so quick that the nickname Pepper that some chumhad given him was most appropriate It is doubtful if any of hiscomrades really knew his Christian name Certainly he was alwaysPepper to every one even at home although he was christenedPhilipI say I was afraid youd be gone when I got hereWell we would have been drawled Randolph only we knew youdbe late and we took our timeNow that isnt fair Rand laughed the other you know Im notalways lateWell maybe not ALWAYS conceded Rand but almost always Whatwas the matter this morningbreakfast lateNow you know I didnt wait for breakfast protested Pepperadding rather reluctantly though I did stop for a bite But evenif I am late Im not last Jack isnt here yet and he left homefirstOh hes out on the trail somewhere I suppose surmised DonaldHes always chasing for news Hell be coming along presentlywith a whole budget I believe he thinks the paper couldnt go onif it werent for himThat reminds me as Dick Wilson says interrupted Rand takinga pamphlet from his pocket and holding it out to his companionsspeaking of trails what do you think of thatWhat is it asked Pepper eying it suspiciously Looks as ifthe cat had been walking on it goodness I hope not I thoughtyou were always hungry but if you are only beginning I foresee afamine ahead of us And to think of all the good food that is wastedon you Pepper went on Donald reflectively Why to look at youany one might think that you never had had enough to eatThat shows how deceiving looks are replied Pepper Though Inever did have enough he added plaintivelyOf course not returned Donald there isnt as much as thatanywhereAs much what asked RandFood grub provisions victuals replied Donald setting offalong the road at a pace that put a stop to any more talkThey had gone perhaps about halfway down the hill toward theboathouse when a big bay horse drawing a light wagon in which werethree boys came quickly around a turn in the road It bore downon them so suddenly that only by a rapid scramble up the bank bythe side of the road did Rand and Donald save themselves from beingbowled overThe newcomers would have driven on with a jeering laugh only thatPepper angry at what obedience neatness and order are Scoutvirtues Endurance selfreliance selfcontrol and an effort tohelp some one else are Scout objectivesAh cut it out protested Pepper As Alphonse says that makesme the ennui It sounds like a boarding school prospectus Tellas what its aboutWell then replied Rand in words adapted to your comprehensionit is about hunting scouting camping tracking and Colonel Snowis interested in the organization He says that it is fineSpeaking of tracking interjected Donald in my opinion it wereno bad plan to be making tracks toward the boathouse if we are goingto get anywhere the day It is getting bright in the east and itlooks like a clear day after all And I may also take occasionto remark that I havent had my breakfast yet and this Boy Scoutbusiness doesnt sound inviting on an empty stomach We can discussit with more comfort when we have had a biteThats the talk approved Pepper That suits me down to theground Im beginning to get hungry myselfBeginning exclaimed Donald MyThat isnt a bad guess laughed Rand It is supposed to representthe track of a bearWhat are you going to do Rand questioned Donald hunt bearsNot at present answered Rand though I should like to wellenough This is a booklet about the Boy ScoutsThe Boy Scouts demanded Pepper whats themShades of Lindley Murray exclaimed Rand do I hear arightWhats them And you a graduate of number one Really Pepper BlakeI dont believe we can let you in on this What do you think aboutit DonI have my doubts about it replied Donald gravelyBut what is it persisted Pepper It sounds good to meThat is better drawled Rand It not only sounds good but itis,34
This eBook is produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamIllustration His audience was fairly hanging on his wordsTHE ROSE IN THE RINGBy GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONWITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLORBY A I KELLERCONTENTSBOOK ONEI THE FUGITIVEII IN THE DRESSING TENTIII DAVID ENTERS THE SAWDUST RINGIV A STRANGER APPEARS ON THE SCENEV SOMETHING ABOUT THE BRADDOCKSVI DAVID JENISONS STORYVII THE BROTHERS CRONKVIII AN INVITATION TO SUPPERIX A THIEF IN THE NIGHTX LOVE WINGS A TIMID DARTXI ARTFUL DICK GOES VISITINGXII IN WHICH MANY THINGS HAPPENXIII THE SALEBOOK TWOI THE DAUGHTER OF COLONEL GRANDII THE STRANGER AT THE HALLIII THE MAN WHO SERVED HIS TIMEIV THE DELIVERY OF A TELEGRAMV THE LOVE THAT WAS STAUNCHVI DOORSTEPSVII TOM BRADDOCKS PROMISEVIII COLONEL GRAND AND THE CLONKSIX IN THE LITTLE TRIANGULAR SQUAREX THE BLACK HEADLINESILLUSTRATIONSHis audience was fairly hanging on his words _Frontispiece_It is my money cried DavidHer lips parted in amazement tremulously struggling into a smile ofwonder and unbeliefThis is the one great solitary hour in your lifeBOOK ONECHAPTER ITHE FUGITIVEThe gaunt man led the way At his heels doggedly came the two shortones fagged yet uncomplaining all of them drenched to the skin bythe chill rain that swirled through the Gap down into the nightridden valley below Sky was never so black Days of incessant stormhad left it impenetrably overcastThese men trudgedor stumbledalong the slippery road which skirtedthe mountains base Soggy unseen farm lands and gardens to theirleft Stygian forests above and to their right Ahead the fardistantwillothewisp flicker of many lights blinking in the foggy shroudThree or four miles lay between the sullen travelers and the town thatcradled itself in the lower end of the valleyNight had stolen early upon the dour spring day The tall man who ledcarried a rickety illsmelling lantern that sent its feeble rays nofarther ahead than a dozen paces it served best to reveal the face ofthe huge silver watch which frequently was drawn from its owners coatpocketEight oclockno moreand yet it seemed to these men that they hadplowed forever through the blackness of this evil night through ahundred villainous shadows by unpointed paths Mile after mile theyhad traversed almost impassable roads unwavering persistence incommand of their strength heavy stoicism their burden Few were thewords that had passed between them during all those weary miles Anoccasional oath muffled but impressive fell from the lips of one orthe other of those who followed close behind the silent imperturbableleader The tall man was as silent as the unspeakable night itselfIt was impossible to distinguish the faces of these dogged nightfarers The collars of their coats were turned up their throats weremuffled and the broad rims of their rainsoaked hats were far downover the eyes There was that about them which suggested theunresented pressure of firearms inside the dry breastpockets of longcoatsThis was an evening in the spring of 1875 and these men were forgingtheir way along a treacherous mountain road in Southwestern VirginiaA word in passing may explain the exigency which forced the travelersto the present undertaking The washing away of a bridge ten milesfarther down the valley had put an end to all thought of progress byrail for the night at least Rigid necessity compelled them toproceed in the face of the direst hardships Their mission was onewhich could not be stayed so long as they possessed legs and stouthearts Checked by the misfortune at the bridge there was nothingleft for them but to make the best of the situation they set forth onfoot across the mountain following the short but more arduous routefrom the lower to the upper valley Since three oclock in theafternoon they had been struggling along their way at times by narrowwagon roads not infrequently by trails and foot paths that made foreconomy in distanceThe tall man strode onward with never decreasing strength andconfidence his companions on the contrary were faint and sore andscowling They were not to the mountains born they came from thegentle lowlands by the seafrom broad plantations and pleasantbyways from the tidewater country He was the leader on this uglynight and yet they were the masters they followed but he led attheir bidding They had known him for less than six hours and yetthey put their lives in his hands another sunrise would doubtless seehim pass out of their thoughts forever He served the purpose of asingle night They did not know his namenor he theirs for thatmatter they took him on faith and for what he was worthfivedollarsAre those the lights of the town panted one of the masters a throbof hope in his breast The tall man paused the others came up besidehim He stretched a long arm in the direction of the twinkling lightsfar aheadYas r was all that he saidHow far demanded the other laboriouslyBout foh mileRoad get any betterYas rCan we make it by nine thinkYas rWed better be moving along Its halfpast seven nowYas rOnce more they set forward descending the slope into the lesshazardous road that wound its way into the town of S then asnow a thriving place in the uplands The ending of a deadly war notmore than ten years prior to the opening of this tale had left thispart of fair Virginia gasping for breath yet too proud to cry forhelp Virginia the richest and fairest and proudest of all theseceding states was but now finding her first moments of real hopeand relief Her fortunes had gone for the cause her hopes had sunkwith itBoth were now rising together from the slough into which they had beendriven by the ruthless Juggernaut of Conquest The panic of 73 meantlittle to the people of this fair commonwealth they had so littlethen to lose and they had lost so much The town of S towardwhich these weary travelers turned their steps was stretching out itshands to clasp Opportunity and Prosperity as those fickle commoditiesrebounded from the vainglorious North the smile was creeping backinto the haggard face of the Southland the dollars were jingling nowbecause they were no longer lonely The,13
This eBook was created by Charles Aldarondo pgaldarondonetTHE RECREATIONS OF A COUNTRY PARSONSECOND SERIESA K H BOYDBOSTON1862CONTENTSCHAPTER I CONCERNING THE PARSONS CHOICECHAPTER II CONCERNING DISAPPOINTMENT AND SUCCESSCHAPTER III CONCERNING SCYLLA AND CHARYBDISCHAPTER IV CONCERNING CHURCHYARDSCHAPTER V CONCERNING SUMMER DAYSCHAPTER VI CONCERNING SCREWSCHAPTER VII CONCERNING SOLITARY DAYSCHAPTER VIII CONCERNING GLASGOW DOWN THE WATERCHAPTER IX CONCERNING MAN AND HIS DWELLINGPLACECHAPTER X LIFE AT THE WATERCURECHAPTER XI CONCERNING FRIENDS IN COUNCILCHAPTER XII CONCERNING THE PULPIT IN SCOTLANDCHAPTER XIII CONCERNING FUTURE TEARSCHAPTER XIV CONCLUSIONCHAPTER ICONCERNING THE PARSONS CHOICE BETWEEN TOWN AND COUNTRYOne very happy circumstance in a clergymans lot is that he issaved from painful perplexity as regards his choice of the scenein which he is to spend his days and years I am sorry for theman who returns from Australia with a large fortune and with nofurther end in life than to settle down somewhere and enjoy itFor in most cases he has no special tie to any particular placeand he must feel very much perplexed where to go Should any personwho may read this page cherish the purpose of leaving me a hundredthousand pounds to invest in a pretty little estate I beg thathe will at once abandon such a design He would be doing me nokindness I should be entirely bewildered in trying to make up mymind where I should purchase the property I should be rent asunderby conflicting visions of rich English landscape and heathery Scottishhills of seaside breezes and inland meadows of horsechestnutavenues and dark stern pinewoods And after the estate had beenbought I should always be looking back and thinking I might havedone better So on the whole I would prefer that my reader shouldhimself buy the estate and bequeath it to me and then I couldsoon persuade myself that it was the prettiest estate and thepleasantest neighbourhood in BritainNow as a general rule the Great Disposer says to the parson Hereis your home here lies your work through life go and reconcileyour mind to it and do your best in it No doubt there are men inthe Church whose genius popularity influence or luck is suchthat they have a bewildering variety of livings pressed upon thembut it is not so with ordinary folk and certainly it was not sowith me I went where Providence bade me go which was not whereI had wished to go and not where I had thought to go Many whoknow me through the pages which make this and a preceding volumehave said written and printed that I was specially cut out fora country parson and specially adapted to relish a quiet countrylife Not more believe me reader than yourself It is in everyman who sets himself to it to attain the selfsame characteristicsIt is quite true I have these now but a few years since neverwas mortal less like them No cockney set down near Sydney Smithat FostonleClay no fish suddenly withdrawn from its nativestream could feel more strange and cheerless than did I when Iwent to my beautiful country parish where I have spent such happydays and which I have come to love so muchI have said that the parson is for the most part saved the labourof determining where he shall pitch his tent his place and hispath in life are marked out for him But he has his own specialperplexity and labour quite different from those of the man towhom the hundred thousand pounds to invest in land are bequeathedstill as some perhaps would think no less hard His work is toreconcile his mind to the place where God has set him Every mortalmust in many respects face one of these two trials There is allthe world before you where to choose and then the struggle tomake a decided choice with which you shall on reflection remainentirely satisfied  Or there is no choice at all the Hand abovegives you your place and your work and then there is the struggleheartily and cheerfully to acquiesce in the decree as to which youwere not consultedAnd this is not always an easy thing though I am sure that theman who honestly and Christianly tries to do it will never fail tosucceed at last How curiously people are set down in the Churchand indeed in all other callings whatsoever You find men in thelast places they would have chosen in the last places for whichyou would say they are suited You pass a pretty country churchwith its parsonage hardby embosomed in trees and bright withroses  Perhaps the parson of that church had set his heart on anentirely different kind of charge perhaps he is a disappointedman eager to get away and the very worst possible policy tryingfor every vacancy of which he can hear You think as you pass byand sit down on the churchyard wall how happy you could be in soquiet and sweet a spot well if you are willing to do a thingit is pleasant but if you are struggling with a chain you cannotbreak it is miserable The pleasantest thing becomes painfulif it is felt as a restraint What can be cosier than the warmenvironment of sheet and blanket which encircles you in your snugbed Yet if you awake during the night at some alarm of peril andby a sudden effort try at once to shake yourself clear of thesetrammels you will for the halfminute before you succeed feelthat soft restraint as irksome as iron fetters Let your will leadwhither necessity would drive said Locke and you will alwayspreserve your liberty No doubt it is wise advice but how to doall thatWell it can be done but it costs an effort Great part of thework of the civilized and educated man consists of that which thesavage and even the uneducated man would not regard as work atall The things which cost the greatest effort may be done perhapsas you sit in an easy chair with your eyes shut And such an effortis that of making up our mind to many things both in our own lotand in,25
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTRY AND TRUSTOr Abner Holdens Bound BoyBYHORATIO ALGER JRAUTHOR OF PAUL THE PEDDLER FROM FARM BOY TOSENATOR SLOW AND SURE ETCTHE MERSHON COMPANYRAHWAY NJ          NEW YORKTO MY YOUNG FRIENDA FLORIAN HENRIQUESBOISIETHIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATEDCONTENTSI     AROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLEII    INTRODUCING THE HEROIII   A COLLISIONIV    A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISEV     THE ENVELOPEVI    ON THE WAYVII   A NEW HOMEVIII  THE GHOST IN THE ATTICIX    EXPOSING A FRAUDX     THE CLOUDS GATHERXI    A CRISISXII   RALPH THE RANGERXIII  A MOMENT OF PERILXIV   TAKEN PRISONERXV    A FOURFOOTED FOEXVI   JUST TOO LATEXVII  NEW ACQUAINTANCESXVIII A YOUNG ARISTOCRATXIX   A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERXX    FACING A BURGLARXXI   HERBERTS REWARDXXII  ROBBED IN THE NIGHTXXIII A BUSINESS CALLXXIV  FINDING A BOARDING PLACEXXV   GETTING A SITUATIONXXVI  A FAMILY COUNCILXXVII AT THE CONCERTXXVIII PETER GREENLEAF AGAINXXIX  SPARRINGXXX   AN UNEXPECTED BLOWXXXI  MR STANTON IS SURPRISEDXXXII RISEN FROM THE DEADXXXIII A FRIEND IN NEEDXXXIV CONCLUSIONCHAPTER IAROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLEWell wife said Mr Benjamin Stanton as he sat down to a latebreakfast I had a letter from Ohio yesterdayFrom Ohio Who should write you from Ohio Anyone I knowMy sister Margaret you remember moved out there with her husband tenyears agoOh its from her is it said Mrs Stanton indifferentlyNo said her husband with momentary gravity Its from a Dr Kentwho attended her in her last illness Margaret is deadDear me returned Mrs Stanton uncomfortably and I am just out ofmourning for my aunt Do you think it will be necessary for us to gointo mourning for your sisterNo I think not said her husband Margaret has lived away from us solong and people wont know that we have had a death in the familyunless we mention itWas that all the letter saidabout the death I meanWhy no said Mr Stanton with a little frown It seems Margaretleft a childa boy of fourteen and as she left no property thedoctor suggests that I should send for the boy and assume the care ofhimUpon my word said Mrs Stanton you will find yourself in businessif you undertake to provide for all the beggars brats that apply to youfor assistanceYou must remember that you are speaking of my sisters child said MrStanton who cold and selfish and worldly as he was had some touch ofdecency about him and did not relish the term beggars brats asapplied to one so nearly related to himWell call him what you like said his wife only dont be so foolishas to go spending your money on him when our children need all we haveTheres Maria needs a new dress immediately She says all the girls atSignor Madalinis dancing academy dress elegantly and shes positivelyashamed to appear in any of her present dressesHow much will it cost asked Mr Stanton opening his pocketbookYou may hand me seventyfive dollars I think I can make that doWithout a word of remonstrance the money was placed in her handI want some money too said Tom Stanton who had just disposed of avery hearty mealWhat do you want it for TomOh some of the fellows are getting up a club Its going to be aselect affair and of course each of us has got to contribute somemoney You see we are going to hire a room furnish it nicely with acarpet black walnut furniture and so on and thatll cost somethingWhose idea is itWell Sam Paget was the first boy that mentioned itWhose son is heHis father belongs to the firm of Paget Norwood  Co Hes awfulrichYes it is one of our first families said Mr Stanton withsatisfaction Is he a friend of yours TomOh yes we are quit intimateThats right said his father approvingly I am glad you choose yourfriends so well Thats one of the principal reasons I have for sendingyou to an expensive school to get you well launched into good societyYes father I understand said Tom You wont find me associatingwith common boys I hold my head a little too high for that I can tellyouThats right my boy said Mr Stanton with satisfaction And nowhow much money do you want for this club of yoursWell said Tom hesitatingly thirty or forty dollarsIsnt that considerable said his father surprised at the amountWell you see father I want to contribute as much as any of the boysIt would seem mean if I didnt Theres only a few of us to stand theexpense and we dont want to let in any out of our own setThats true said Mr Stanton I approve of that Its all very wellto talk about democracy but I believe in those of the higher orderskeeping by themselvesThen youll give the money father said Tom eagerlyYes Tom theres forty dollars Its more than I ought to spare but Iam determined you shall stand as good a chance as any of your schoolfellows They shant be able to say that your father stints you inanything that your position requiresThank you father said Tom pocketing the two twentydollar billswith great satisfactionThe fact was that Toms assessment amounted to only twenty dollars buthe thought it would be a good excuse for getting more out of his fatherAs to the extra money Tom felt confident that he could find uses enoughfor it He had latterly though but fourteen years of age contractedthe habit of smoking cigars a habit which he found rather expensiveespecially as he felt bound occasionally to treat his companions Thenhe liked now and then to drop in and get an icecream or someconfectionery and these little expenses counted upMr Stanton was a vain worldly man He was anxious to obtain anentrance into the best society For this,13
Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamCircus Animal StoriesUMBOO THE ELEPHANTByHOWARD R GARISAuthor ofThe Bedtime StoriesThe Uncle Wiggily SeriesThe Daddy SeriesEtcCONTENTSChapterI     Baby UmbooII    On The MarchIII   Sliding Down HillIV    Umboo Learns SomethingV     Picking NutsVI    Umboo Is LostVII   Umboo And The SnakeVIII  Umboo Finds His MotherIX    To The Salt SpringX     In A TrapXI    Umboo Goes To SchoolXII   Umboo Is SoldXIII  Umboo On The ShipXIV   Umboo In The CircusXV    Umboo RemembersCHAPTER IBABY UMBOOOh my But its hot It is just too hot for anything cried Chakoone of the monkeys in the circus cage It is hotter under this tentthan ever it was in the jungle Whew and he hung by his tail andswung to and fro from a wooden barIn the jungle we could find a pool of water where we could keepcool said another monkey who was poking around the floor of thecage hoping he could find a peanut But there were only shells Iwish I could go back to the jungle he chatteredWhat did you come away from the jungle for if you dont like it inthis circus asked WooUff the big yellow lion who lay on his backin his cage his legs stuck up in the air for he was cooler that wayWhy did you come from the jungle ChakoI didnt want to come answered the swinging monkey But some whiteand black hunters caught me and a lot more of us chattering chapsand took us away from the jungleThats right my boy exclaimed the deep rumbly voice of Umboo thebiggest elephant in the circus None of us animals would have comeaway from the jungle if we could have had our way But now that weare here we must make the best of itHow can one make the best of it when it is so hot asked Chako Thesun shines down on this circus tent hotter than ever it did in thejungle And there is no pool of water where we can splash and becoolOh if water is all you want I can give you some of that spokeUmboo Wait a minuteNear the elephants of whom Umboo was one on a long line chained tostakes driven in the ground was a big tub of water put there forthem to drink when they wanted to Umboo put his long rubbery hose ofa trunk down into this tub of water and sucked up a lot just as youfill your rubber ball at the bathroom basinLook out now monkeys cried the elephant Its going to rain andhe sort of laughed away down in his throat He couldnt laugh throughhis nose as his nose was his trunk and that was full of water Lookout for a shower he criedWith that the elephant wentWoofumphOut from his trunk as if from a hose sprinkled a shower of waterOver the cage of monkeys it sprayed wetting them as might a fall ofrainHere comes some more cried Umboo and again he dipped his trunk inthe tub of water sucked up some in the two hollow places and againsquirted it over the monkeys cageOh thats good Thats fine cried Chako That was like being in ajungle rain Im cooler now Squirt some more UmbooNo hold on if you please rumbled another elephant It is allright for Umboo to splatter some water on you poor monkeys but if hequirts away all in the tub we will have none to drinkThats so said Umboo I cant squirt away all the water Chako Webig elephants have to drink a lot more than you little monkeys Butwhen the circus men fill our tub again Ill squirt some more on youThank you chattered Chako I feel cooler anyhow And we monkeyscant stand too much water This felt fineThe monkeys in the cage were quite damp and some began combing outtheir long hair with their queer little fingers that look almost likeyours except that their thumb isnt quite the sameIf Umboo cant squirt any more water on us maybe he can do somethingelse to help us forget that it is so hot said Gink a funny littlemonkey who had a very long tailWhat can he do except squirt water on us asked Chako And I wishhed do that again Its the only thing to make us coolerNo I wasnt thinking of that though I do like a little waterspoke Gink But dont you remember Umboo you promised to tell us astory of how you lived in a jungle when you were a baby elephantOh yes so he did exclaimed Chako I had forgotten about that Itwill make us cooler I think to hear you tell a story Umboo PleasedoWell all right I will said the big elephant as he swung to andfro because elephants are very seldom still but always moving asthey stand And they sleep standing updid you know thatIll tell you a story about my jungle went on Umboo But perhapsyou will not like it as well as you did the story Snarlie the tigertold youOh yes we will said Snarlie himself a big handsome striped tigerin a cage not far from where the monkeys lived You can tell us agood story UmbooAnd make it as long as the story WooUff the lion told us beggedHumpo the camel I liked his storyThank you spoke WooUff as he rolled over near the edge of hiscage where he could hear better Im glad you liked my story Humpobut Im sure Umboos will be better than mine And dont forget thefunny part my big elephant friendWhat funny part is that asked Horni the rhinocerosOh I guess he means where I once filled my trunk with water andsquirted some on a man as I did on the monkeys just now said theswaying elephantWhy did you do that Chako wanted to knowWell Ill tell,74
Transcribed from the 1910 A C Fifield edition by David Price emailccx074coventryacukUNCONSCIOUS MEMORYAs this paper contains nothing which deserves the name either ofexperiment or discovery and as it is in fact destitute of everyspecies of merit we should have allowed it to pass among themultitude of those articles which must always find their way into thecollections of a society which is pledged to publish two or threevolumes every year     We wish to raise our feeble voice againstinnovations that can have no other effect than to check the progressof science and renew all those wild phantoms of the imaginationwhich Bacon and Newton put to flight from her templeOpeningParagraph of a Review of Dr Youngs Bakerian Lecture  EdinburghReview January 1803 p 450Youngs work was laid before the Royal society and was made the1801 Bakerian Lecture  But he was before his time  The secondnumber of the Edinburgh Review contained an article levelled againsthim by Henry afterwards Lord Brougham and this was so severe anattack that Youngs ideas were absolutely quenched for fifteen yearsBrougham was then only twentyfour years of age  Youngs theory wasreproduced in France by Fresnel  In our days it is the acceptedtheory and is found to explain all the phenomena of lightTimesReport of a Lecture by Professor Tyndall on Light April 27 1880This BookIs inscribed toRICHARD GARNETT ESQOf the British MuseumIn grateful acknowledgment of the unwearying kindness with which hehas so often placed at my disposal his varied store of informationContents   Note by R A Streatfeild   Introduction by Marcus Hartog   Authors Preface   Unconscious MemoryNOTEFor many years a link in the chain of Samuel Butlers biologicalworks has been missing  Unconscious Memory was originallypublished thirty years ago but for fully half that period it hasbeen out of print owing to the destruction of a large number of theunbound sheets in a fire at the premises of the printers some yearsago  The present reprint comes I think at a peculiarly fortunatemoment since the attention of the general public has of late beendrawn to Butlers biological theories in a marked manner by severaldistinguished men of science notably by Dr Francis Darwin who inhis presidential address to the British Association in 1908 quotedfrom the translation of Herings address on Memory as a UniversalFunction of Original Matter which Butler incorporated intoUnconscious Memory and spoke in the highest terms of Butlerhimself  It is not necessary for me to do more than refer to thechanged attitude of scientific authorities with regard to Butler andhis theories since Professor Marcus Hartog has most kindly consentedto contribute an introduction to the present edition of UnconsciousMemory summarising Butlers views upon biology and defining hisposition in the world of science  A word must be said as to thecontroversy between Butler and Darwin with which Chapter IV isconcerned  I have been told that in reissuing the book at all I amcommitting a grievous error of taste that the world is no longerinterested in these old unhappy faroff things and battles longago and that Butler himself by refraining from republishingUnconscious Memory tacitly admitted that he wished the controversyto be consigned to oblivion  This last suggestion at any rate hasno foundation in fact  Butler desired nothing less than that hisvindication of himself against what he considered unfair treatmentshould be forgotten  He would have republished Unconscious Memoryhimself had not the latter years of his life been devoted to allengrossing work in other fields  In issuing the present edition I amfulfilling a wish that he expressed to me shortly before his deathR A STREATFEILDApril 1910INTRODUCTION By Marcus Hartog MA  DSc FLS FRHSIn reviewing Samuel Butlers works Unconscious Memory gives us aninvaluable lead for it tells us Chaps II III how the author cameto write the Book of the Machines in Erewhon 1872 with itsforeshadowing of the later theory Life and Habit 1878Evolution Old and New 1879 as well as Unconscious Memory1880 itself  His fourth book on biological theory was Luck orCunning 1887 0aBesides these books his contributions to biology comprise severalessays  Remarks on Romanes Mental Evolution in Animals containedin Selections from Previous Works 1884 incorporated into Luckor Cunning The Deadlock in Darwinism Universal Review AprilJune 1890 republished in the posthumous volume of Essays on LifeArt and Science 1904 and finally some of the Extracts fromthe Notebooks of the late Samuel Butler edited by Mr H FestingJones now in course of publication in the New Quarterly ReviewOf all these LIFE AND HABIT 1878 is the most important the mainbuilding to which the other writings are buttresses or at mostannexes  Its teaching has been summarised in Unconscious Memory infour main principles  1 the oneness of personality between parentand offspring 2 memory on the part of the offspring of certainactions which it did when in the persons of its forefathers 3 thelatency of that memory until it is rekindled by a recurrence of theassociated ideas 4 the unconsciousness with which habitual actionscome to be performed  To these we must add a fifth  thepurposiveness of the actions of living beings as of the machineswhich they make or selectButler tells Life and Habit p 33 that he sometimes hoped thatthis book would be regarded as a valuable adjunct to Darwinism  Hewas bitterly disappointed in the event for the book as a whole wasreceived by professional biologists as a gigantic jokea jokemoreover not in the best possible taste  True its central ideaslargely those of Lamarck had been presented by Hering in 1870 asButler found shortly after his publication they had been favourablyreceived developed by Haeckel expounded and praised by RayLankester  Coming from Butler they met with contumely even fromsuch men as Romanes who as Butler had no difficulty in provingwere unconsciously inspired by the same ideasNur mit ein bischenandern WorterIt is easy looking back to see why Life and Habit so missed itsmark  Charles Darwins presentation of the evolution theory had forthe first time rendered it possible for,2
Produced by Sue Asscher asschersbigpondcomTHE EVOLUTION OF MANA POPULAR SCIENTIFIC STUDYBYERNST HAECKELVOLUME 2HUMAN STEMHISTORY OR PHYLOGENYTRANSLATED FROM THE FIFTH ENLARGED EDITION BY JOSEPH MCCABEISSUED FOR THE RATIONALIST PRESS ASSOCIATION LIMITEDWATTS  CO17 JOHNSONS COURT FLEET STREET LONDON EC1911CONTENTS OF VOLUME 2LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSINDEXCHAPTER 216 STRUCTURE OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTCHAPTER 217 EMBRYOLOGY OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTCHAPTER 218 DURATION OF THE HISTORY OF OUR STEMCHAPTER 219 OUR PROTIST ANCESTORSCHAPTER 220 OUR WORMLIKE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 221 OUR FISHLIKE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 222 OUR FIVETOED ANCESTORSCHAPTER 223 OUR APE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 224 EVOLUTION OF THE NERVOUS SYSTEMCHAPTER 225 EVOLUTION OF THE SENSEORGANSCHAPTER 226 EVOLUTION OF THE ORGANS OF MOVEMENTCHAPTER 227 EVOLUTION OF THE ALIMENTARY SYSTEMCHAPTER 228 EVOLUTION OF THE VASCULAR SYSTEMCHAPTER 229 EVOLUTION OF THE SEXUAL ORGANSCHAPTER 230 RESULTS OF ANTHROPOGENYLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSFIGURE 2210 THE LANCELETFIGURE 2211 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF THE LANCELETFIGURE 2212 SECTION OF AN AMPHIOXUSLARVAFIGURE 2213 DIAGRAM OF PRECEDINGFIGURE 2214 SECTION OF A YOUNG AMPHIOXUSFIGURE 2215 DIAGRAM OF A YOUNG AMPHIOXUSFIGURE 2216 TRANSVERSE SECTION OF LANCELETFIGURE 2217 SECTION THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE LANCELETFIGURE 2218 SECTION OF A PRIMITIVEFISH EMBRYOFIGURE 2219 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF THE LANCELETFIGURES 2220 AND 2221 ORGANISATION OF AN ASCIDIAFIGURES 2222 TO 2224 SECTIONS OF YOUNG AMPHIOXUSLARVAEFIGURE 2225 AN APPENDICARIAFIGURE 2226 Chroococcus minorFIGURE 2227 Aphanocapsa primordialisFIGURE 2228 PROTAMOEBAFIGURE 2229 ORIGINAL OVUMCLEAVAGEFIGURE 2230 MORULAFIGURES 2231 AND 2232 Magosphaera planulaFIGURE 2233 MODERN GASTRAEADSFIGURES 2234 AND 2235 Prophysema primordialeFIGURES 2236 AND 2237 Ascula of GastrophysemaFIGURE 2238 OlynthusFIGURE 2239 Aphanostomum LangiiFIGURES 2240 AND 2241 A TURBELLARIANFIGURES 2242 AND 2243 ChaetonotusFIGURE 2244 A NEMERTINE WORMFIGURE 2245 AN ENTEROPNEUSTFIGURE 2246 SECTION OF THE BRANCHIAL GUTFIGURE 2247 THE MARINE LAMPREYFIGURE 2248 FOSSIL PRIMITIVE FISHFIGURE 2249 EMBRYO OF A SHARKFIGURE 2250 MANEATING SHARKFIGURE 2251 FOSSIL ANGELSHARKFIGURE 2252 TOOTH OF A GIGANTIC SHARKFIGURES 2253 TO 2255 CROSSOPTERYGIIFIGURE 2256 FOSSIL DIPNEUSTFIGURE 2257 THE AUSTRALIAN DIPNEUSTFIGURES 2258 AND 2259 YOUNG CERATODUSFIGURE 2260 FOSSIL AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2261 LARVA OF THE SPOTTED SALAMANDERFIGURE 2262 LARVA OF COMMON FROGFIGURE 2263 FOSSIL MAILED AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2264 THE NEW ZEALAND LIZARDFIGURE 2265 Homoeosaurus pulchellusFIGURE 2266 SKULL OF A PERMIAN LIZARDFIGURE 2267 SKULL OF A THEROMORPHUMFIGURE 2268 LOWER JAW OF A PRIMITIVE MAMMALFIGURES 2269 AND 2270 THE ORNITHORHYNCUSFIGURE 2271 LOWER JAW OF A PROMAMMALFIGURE 2272 THE CRABEATING OPOSSUMFIGURE 2273 FOETAL MEMBRANES OF THE HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2274 SKULL OF A FOSSIL LEMURFIGURE 2275 THE SLENDER LORIFIGURE 2276 THE WHITENOSED APEFIGURE 2277 THE DRILLBABOONFIGURES 2278 TO 2282 SKELETONS OF MAN AND THE ANTHROPOID APESFIGURE 2283 SKULL OF THE JAVA APEMANFIGURE 2284 SECTION OF THE HUMAN SKINFIGURE 2285 EPIDERMIC CELLSFIGURE 2286 RUDIMENTARY LACHRYMAL GLANDSFIGURE 2287 THE FEMALE BREASTFIGURE 2288 MAMMARY GLAND OF A NEWBORN INFANTFIGURE 2289 EMBRYO OF A BEARFIGURE 2290 HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2291 CENTRAL MARROW OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2292 AND 2293 THE HUMAN BRAINFIGURES 2294 TO 2296 CENTRAL MARROW OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2297 HEAD OF A CHICK EMBRYOFIGURE 2298 BRAIN OF THREE CRANIOTE EMBRYOSFIGURE 2299 BRAIN OF A SHARKFIGURE 2300 BRAIN AND SPINAL CORD OF A FROGFIGURE 2301 BRAIN OF AN OXEMBRYOFIGURES 2302 AND 2303 BRAIN OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2304 BRAIN OF THE RABBITFIGURE 2305 HEAD OF A SHARKFIGURES 2306 TO 2310 HEADS OF CHICKEMBRYOSFIGURE 2311 SECTION OF MOUTH OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2312 DIAGRAM OF MOUTHNOSE CAVITYFIGURES 2313 AND 2314 HEADS OF HUMAN EMBRYOSFIGURES 2315 AND 2316 FACE OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2317 THE HUMAN EYEFIGURE 2318 EYE OF THE CHICK EMBRYOFIGURE 2319 SECTION OF EYE OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2320 THE HUMAN EARFIGURE 2321 THE BONY LABYRINTHFIGURE 2322 DEVELOPMENT OF THE LABYRINTHFIGURE 2323 PRIMITIVE SKULL OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2324 RUDIMENTARY MUSCLES OF THE EARFIGURES 2325 AND 2326 THE HUMAN SKELETONFIGURE 2327 THE HUMAN VERTEBRAL COLUMNFIGURE 2328 PIECE OF THE DORSAL CORDFIGURES 2329 AND 2330 DORSAL VERTEBRAEFIGURE 2331 INTERVERTEBRAL DISKFIGURE 2332 HUMAN SKULLFIGURE 2333 SKULL OF NEWBORN CHILDFIGURE 2334 HEADSKELETON OF A PRIMITIVE FISHFIGURE 2335 SKULLS OF NINE PRIMATESFIGURES 2336 TO 2338 EVOLUTION OF THE FINFIGURE 2339 SKELETON OF THE FORELEG OF AN AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2340 SKELETON OF GORILLAS HANDFIGURE 2341 SKELETON OF HUMAN HANDFIGURE 2342 SKELETON OF HAND OF SIX MAMMALSFIGURES 2343 TO 2345 ARM AND HAND OF THREE ANTHROPOIDSFIGURE 2346 SECTION OF FISHS TAILFIGURE 2347 HUMAN SKELETONFIGURE 2348 SKELETON OF THE GIANT GORILLAFIGURE 2349 THE HUMAN STOMACHFIGURE 2350 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF A RABBITEMBRYOFIGURE 2351 SHARKS TEETHFIGURE 2352 GUT OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2353 AND 2354 GUT OF A DOG EMBRYOFIGURES 2355 AND 2356 SECTIONS OF HEAD OF LAMPREYFIGURE 2357 VISCERA OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2358 RED BLOODCELLSFIGURE 2359 VASCULAR TISSUEFIGURE 2360 SECTION OF TRUNK OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2361 MEROCYTESFIGURE 2362 VASCULAR SYSTEM OF AN ANNELIDFIGURE 2363 HEAD OF A FISHEMBRYOFIGURES 2364 TO 2370 THE FIVE ARTERIAL ARCHESFIGURES 2371 AND 2372 HEART OF A RABBITEMBRYOFIGURES 2373 AND 2374 HEART OF A DOGEMBRYOFIGURES 2375 TO 2377 HEART OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2378 HEART OF ADULT MANFIGURE 2379 SECTION OF HEAD OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2380 SECTION OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2381 AND 2382 SECTIONS OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2383 EMBRYOS OF SAGITTAFIGURE 2384 KIDNEYS OF BDELLOSTOMAFIGURE 2385 SECTION OF EMBRYONIC SHIELDFIGURES 2386 AND 2387 PRIMITIVE KIDNEYSFIGURE 2388 PIGEMBRYOFIGURE 2389 HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2390 TO 2392 RUDIMENTARY KIDNEYS AND SEXUAL ORGANSFIGURES 2393 AND 2394 URINARY AND SEXUAL ORGANS OF SALAMANDERFIGURE 2395 PRIMITIVE KIDNEYS OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2396 TO 2398 URINARY ORGANS OF OXEMBRYOSFIGURE 2399 SEXUAL ORGANS OF WATERMOLEFIGURES 2400 AND 2401 ORIGINAL POSITION OF SEXUAL GLANDSFIGURE 2402 UROGENITAL SYSTEM OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2403 SECTION OF OVARYFIGURES 2404 TO 2406 GRAAFIAN FOLLICLESFIGURE 2407 A RIPE GRAAFIAN FOLLICLEFIGURE 2408 THE HUMAN OVUMCHAPTER 216 STRUCTURE OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTIn turning from the embryology to the phylogeny of manfrom thedevelopment of the individual to that of the specieswe must bear inmind the direct causal connection that exists between these two mainbranches of the science of human evolution This important causalnexus finds its simplest expression in the fundamental law of organicdevelopment the content and purport of which we have fullyconsidered in the first chapter According to this biogenetic lawontogeny is a brief and condensed recapitulation of phylogeny If thiscompendious reproduction were complete in all cases it would be veryeasy to construct the whole story of evolution on an embryonic basisWhen we,9
Transcribed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukTWENTYFIVE VILLAGE SERMONSSERMON I  GODS WORLDPSALM civ 24O Lord how manifold are Thy works in wisdom hast Thou made themall  the earth is full of Thy richesWhen we read such psalms as the one from which this verse is takenwe cannot help if we consider feeling at once a great differencebetween them and any hymns or religious poetry which is commonlywritten or read in these days  The hymns which are most liked nowand the psalms which people most willingly choose out of the Bibleare those which speak or seem to speak about Gods dealings withpeoples own souls while such psalms as this are overlookedPeople do not care really about psalms of this kind when they findthem in the Bible and they do not expect or wish nowadays any oneto write poetry like them  For these psalms of which I speak praiseand honour God not for what He has done to our souls but for whatHe has done and is doing in the world around us  This very 104thpsalm for instance speaks entirely about things which we hardlycare or even think proper to mention in church now  It speaks ofthis earth entirely and the things on it  Of the light theclouds and windof hills and valleys and the springs on the hillsidesof wild beasts and birdsof grass and corn and wine andoilof the sun and moon night and daythe great sea the shipsand the fishes and all the wonderful and nameless creatures whichpeople the watersthe very birds nests in the high trees and therabbits burrowing among the rocksnothing on the earth but thispsalm thinks it worth mentioning  And all this which one wouldexpect to find only in a book of natural history is in the Biblein one of the psalms written to be sung in the temple at Jerusalembefore the throne of the living God and His glory which used to beseen in that templeinspired as we all believe by Gods SpiritGods own word in short  that is worth thinking of  Surely theman who wrote this must have thought very differently about thisworld with its fields and woods and beasts and birds from what wethink  Suppose now that we had been old Jews in the templestanding before the holy house and that we believed as the Jewsbelieved that there was only one thin wall and one curtain of linenbetween us and the glory of the living God that unspeakablebrightness and majesty which no one could look at for fear ofinstant death except the highpriest in fear and trembling once ayearthat inside that small holy house He God Almighty appearedvisiblyGod who made heaven and earth  Suppose we had been therein the temple and known all this should we have liked to besinging about beasts and birds with God Himself close to us  Weshould not have liked itwe should have been terrified thinkingperhaps about our own sinfulness perhaps about that wonderfulmajesty which dwelt inside  We should have wished to say or singsomething spiritual as we call it at all events something verydifferent from the 104th psalm about woods and rivers and dumbbeasts  We do not like the thought of such a thing  it seemsalmost irreverent almost impertinent to God to be talking of suchthings in His presence  Now does this shew us that we think aboutthis earth and the things in it in a very different way from thoseold Jews  They thought it a fit and proper thing to talk about cornand wine and oil and cattle and fishes in the presence of AlmightyGod and we do not think it fit and proper  We read this psalm whenit comes in the Churchservice as a matter of course mainly becausewe do not believe that God is here among us  We should not be soready to read it if we thought that Almighty God was so near usThat is a great difference between us and the old Jews  Whether itshews that we are better or not than they were in the main I cannottell perhaps some of them had such thoughts too and said It isnot respectful to God to talk about such commonplace earthly thingsin His presence perhaps some of them thought themselves spiritualand pureminded for looking down on this psalm and on David forwriting it  Very likely for men have had such thoughts in allages and will have them  But the man who wrote this psalm had nosuch thoughts  He said himself in this same psalm that his wordswould please God  Nay he is not speaking and preaching ABOUT Godin this psalm as I am now in my sermon but he is doing more he isspeaking TO Goda much more solemn thing if you will think of itHe says O Lord my God THOU art become exceeding glorious  Thoudeckest Thyself with light as with a garment  All the beasts waiton Thee when Thou givest them meat they gather it  Thou renewestthe face of the earth  When he turns and speaks of God as Hesaying He appointed the moon and so on he cannot help goingback to God and pouring out his wonder and delight and awe toGod Himself as we would sooner speak TO any one we love and honourthan merely speak ABOUT them  He cannot take his mind off God  Andjust at the last when he does turn and speak to himself it is tosay Praise thou the Lord O my soul praise the Lord as ifrebuking and stirring up himself for being too coldhearted andslow for not admiring and honouring enough the infinite wisdom andpower and love and glorious majesty of God which to him shinesout in every hedgeside bird and every blade of grass  Truly I saidthat man had a very different way of looking at Gods earth fromwhat we haveNow in what did that difference lie  What was it  We,9
From wwwebibleorg with slight reformatting by Martin WardBook 59 James001001 James a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ        to the twelve tribes which are in the Dispersion  Greetings001002 Count it all joy my brothersThe word for brothers        here and where context allows may also be correctly translated        brothers and sisters or siblings when you fall        into various temptations001003 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance001004 Let endurance have its perfect work that you may be perfect        and complete lacking in nothing001005 But if any of you lacks wisdom let him ask of God        who gives to all liberally and without reproach and it        will be given to him001006 But let him ask in faith without any doubting for he who doubts        is like a wave of the sea driven by the wind and tossed001007 For let that man not think that he will receive anything        from the Lord001008 He is a doubleminded man unstable in all his ways001009 But let the brother in humble circumstances glory in        his high position001010 and the rich in that he is made humble because like the flower        in the grass he will pass away001011 For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers        the grass and the flower in it falls and the beauty of its        appearance perishes  So also will the rich man fade away        in his pursuits001012 Blessed is the man who endures temptation for when he has        been approved he will receive the crown of life which the Lord        promised to those who love him001013 Let no man say when he is tempted I am tempted by God        for God cant be tempted by evil and he himself tempts no one001014 But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his        own lust and enticed001015 Then the lust when it has conceived bears sin and the sin        when it is full grown brings forth death001016 Dont be deceived my beloved brothers001017 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above coming down        from the Father of lights with whom can be no variation        nor turning shadow001018 Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth        that we should be a kind of first fruits of his creatures001019 So then my beloved brothers let every man be swift to hear        slow to speak and slow to anger001020 for the anger of man doesnt produce the righteousness of God001021 Therefore putting away all filthiness and overflowing        of wickedness receive with humility the implanted word        which is able to save your soulsor preserve your life001022 But be doers of the word and not only hearers deluding        your own selves001023 For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer        he is like a man looking at his natural face in a mirror001024 for he sees himself and goes away and immediately forgets        what kind of man he was001025 But he who looks into the perfect law of freedom and continues        not being a hearer who forgets but a doer of the work        this man will be blessed in what he does001026 If anyone among you thinks himself to be religious while        he doesnt bridle his tongue but deceives his heart        this mans religion is worthless001027 Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this        to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction        and to keep oneself unstained by the world002001 My brothers dont hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ        of glory with partiality002002 For if a man with a gold ring in fine clothing comes into        your synagogueor meeting and a poor man in filthy clothing        also comes in002003 and you pay special attention to him who wears the fine clothing        and say Sit here in a good place and you tell the poor man        Stand there or Sit by my footstool002004 havent you shown partiality among yourselves and become        judges with evil thoughts002005 Listen my beloved brothers  Didnt God choose those who are poor        in this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the Kingdom        which he promised to those who love him002006 But you have dishonored the poor man  Dont the,9
Produced by Susan Skinner Eric Eldredand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE WEB OF LIFEBYROBERT HERRICKAUTHOR OF THE GOSPEL OF FREEDOM THE MAN WHO WINSLITERARY LOVELETTERS AND OTHER STORIESTO G R C  _Hear from the spirit world this mystery   Creation is summed up O man in thee   Angel and demon man and beast art thou   Yea thou art all thou dost appear to be_THE WEB OF LIFEPART ICHAPTER IThe young surgeon examined the man as he lay on the hospital chair in whichward attendants had left him The surgeons fingers touched him deftlyhere and there as if to test the endurance of the flesh he had to dealwith The head nurse followed his swift movements wearily moving anincandescent light hither and thither observing the surgeon with languidinterest Another nurse much younger without the black band watchedthe surgeon from the foot of the cot Beads of perspiration chasedthemselves down her pale face caused less by sympathy than by sheerweariness and heat The small receiving room of St Isidores was close andstuffy surcharged with odors of iodoform and ether The Chicago spring solong delayed had blazed with a sudden fury the last week in March and nowat ten oclock not a capful of air strayed into the room even through theopen windows that faced the lakeThe patient groaned when the surgeons fingers first touched him thenrelapsed into the spluttering labored respiration of a man in liquor or inheavy pain A stolid young man who carried the case of instruments freshlysteaming from their antiseptic bath made an observation which the surgeonapparently did not hear He was thinking now his thin face set in afrown the upper teeth biting hard over the under lip and drawing up thepointed beard While he thought he watched the man extended on the chairwatched him like an alert cat to extract from him some hint as to what heshould do This absorption seemed to ignore completely the other occupantsof the room of whom he was the central commanding figure The head nurseheld the lamp carelessly resting her hand over one hip thrown out herfigure drooping into an ungainly pose She gazed at the surgeon steadilyas if puzzled at his intense preoccupation over the common case of a manshot in a row Her eyes travelled over the surgeons neatfitting eveningdress which was so bizarre here in the dingy receiving room redolent ofbloody tasks Evidently he had been out to some dinner or party and whenthe injured man was brought in had merely donned his rumpled linen jacketwith its right sleeve half torn from the socket A spot of blood hadalready spurted into the white bosom of his shirt smearing its way overthe pearl button and running under the crisp fold of the shirt The headnurse was too tired and listless to be impatient but she had been calledout of hours on this emergency case and she was not used to the surgeonspreoccupation Such things usually went off rapidly at St Isidores andshe could hear the tinkle of the bell as the hall door opened for anothercase It would be midnight before she could get back to bed The hospitalwas shorthanded as usualThe younger nurse was not watching the patient nor the goodlooking youngsurgeon who seemed to be the special property of her superior Even in herfew months of training she had learned to keep herself calm andserviceable and not to let her mind speculate idly She was gazing out ofthe window into the dull night Some locomotives in the railroad yards justoutside were puffing lazily breathing themselves deeply in the dampspring air One hoarser note than the others struck familiarly on thenurses ear That was the voice of the engine on the tenthirty throughexpress which was waiting to take its train to the east She knew thatengines throb for it was the engine that stood in the yards every eveningwhile she made her first rounds for the night It was the one which took_her_ train round the southern end of the lake across the sandyfields to Michigan to her homeThe engine puffed away and she withdrew her gaze and glanced at thepatient To her too the wounded man was but a case another error ofhumanity that had come to St Isidores for temporary repairs to startonce more on its erring course or perhaps to go forth unfinishedremanded just there to death The tenthirty express was now pulling outthrough the yards in a powerful clamor of clattering switches and heartypulsations that shook the flimsy walls of St Isidores and drew newgroans from the man on the chair The young nurses eyes travelled from himto a woman who stood behind the ward tenders shielded by them and theyoung interne from the group about the hospital chair This woman havingno uniform of any sort must be some one who had come in with the patientand had stayed unobserved in the disorder of a night caseSuddenly the surgeon spoke his words shot out at the head nurseWe will operate nowThe interne shrugged his shoulders but he busied himself in selecting andwiping the instruments Yet in spite of his decisive words the surgeonseemed to hesitateWas there any one with this manany friend he asked the head nurseIn reply she looked around vaguely her mind thrown out of gear by thisunexpected delay Another freak of the handsome surgeonAny relative or friend the surgeon iterated peremptorily looking aboutat the attendantsThe little nurse at the foot of the patient who was not impressed by theirregularity of the surgeons request pointed mutely to the figure behindthe ward tenders The surgeon wheeled about and glanced almost savagely atthe woman his eyes travelling swiftly from her head to her feet The womanthus directly questioned by the comprehending glance returned his lookfreely resentfully At last when the surgeons eyes rested once more onher face this time more gently she answeredI am his wifeThis statement in some way humanized the scene The ward tenders and theinterne stared at her blankly the nurses looked down in unconsciouscomment,0
Produced by William Koven Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration YOUR BOY IF HE IS THE RIGHT KIND OF A BOY HAS WORKTO DO THROUGH A LONG LIFE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO HIM A MAN ISIMMORTAL TILL HIS WORK IS DONE THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS TO THIS RULE ASTO ALL OTHERS BUT THIS IS STILL THE RULETHE WHISTLING MOTHERBYGRACE S RICHMONDIllustration musical notationI have the greatest mother on earth I cant call her a littlemother for shes five feet six inches tall and weighs just exactlywhat she ought to according to the table of weights If she were atrifle less active she might put on too much flesh but shell neverkeep still long enough for that I always enjoy having her along onany kind of an outing for shes game for just anything and awfullygood company too In fact she seems more like a vigorous girl thananything I can compare her with And I think her sons are mighty luckychapsespecially just now that the war games onYes thats a picture of Mother neat little holder for it isnt itYes I know she does look interesting doesnt she Shes an awfullygood shot and drives her own car and rides like a Cossack and doesa lot of other thingsnot to mention making homewellwhat it is Isuppose Im rather braggy about her but I tell you I feel that wayjust now and Im going to tell you why Shes pretty too dontyou think so I thought you wouldThe thing that started me off was Hoofy Gilbert coming across the dormhall with a letter in his hand We called him Hoofy because he hatedwalking so and always drove his big yellow roadster from one class toanother even if it was only a thousand feet straight across thecampus to the next lecture Well Hoofy came in that dayit was justbefore the Easter vacationlooking as if he were down and out forfair It turned out hed written home about enlisting and hed gotback a letter from his mother all sobs He didnt know what to doabout it You see the fellows were all writing home and trying tobreak it gently that when they got there theyd have to put it up tothe family to say Go and God bless you But it was looking prettydubious for some of my special friends Their mothers were all rightan awfully nice sort of course but when it came to telling Bob andSam and Hector to enlistthey just simply couldnt do itHoofy said hed got to enlist in spite of his mother He knew it washis duty but hed rather be shot than go home and go through thefarewells He knew his mother would be sick in bed about it and shedcling round his neck and cry on his shoulder and hed have to loosenher arms and go off leaving her feeling like that And his fatherwould look grave and tell him not to mind that his mother wasntwell and that she couldnt help itand Hoofy really didnt think shecould being made that way Just the same he dreaded going home tosay goodbyedreaded it so much he felt like flunking it and wiringhe couldnt comeI told him he mustnt do thatthat his mother would never forgivehim and that hed have to put on a stiff upper lip and go throughwith it And Hoofy owned that that was the thing he was really afraidofthat his upper lip wouldnt keep stiff but would wobble in spiteof him And of course a breakdown on his own part would be the worstpossible thing that could happen to him No potential soldier wants tofeel his upper lip unreliable no matter what happens Its likely tomake him flinch in a critical moment when flinching wont doI was looking up at a picture of Mother on the wall over my desk as Iadvised him to go home and he asked me suddenly what _my_ motherwrote back when I told her I hated to tell him but he pushed meabout it so I finally got out her letter and read him the lastparagraphbut one Of course the last one I wouldnt have read toanybodyIts all right Son and were proud as Punch of you that you wantto be not only in Americas _First Hundred Thousand_ but inher _First Ten Thousand_ We know it will stiffen your spineconsiderably to hear that your family are behind you Well wearejust ranks and rows of us with our heads up and the colourswaving Even Grandfather and Grandmother are as gallant as veteransabout it So go aheadbut come home first if you can You needntfear we shall make it hard for younot we We may offer you a gooddeal of jelly in our enthusiasm for you but you could always stand agood deal of jelly you know so theres no danger of our making ajellyfish of youwhich wouldnt do in the circumstances Thatsrather a poor joke but Ill try to make a better one for you to laughat when you come When shall we expect you Nowe wont have thevillage band out and will try not to look as if we had a hero in ourmidst but we shall be awfully glad to see Jack just the sameWhen I looked up after reading this Hoofy looked like a small boywhos been staring in a shopwindow at a fireengine he cant have Heheaved a big sigh and said Well I wish my motherd take it thatway and went out banging the door after him And I got up and wentover and took Mother down and looked at her and said to her Yougame little sport youyoud put the spine into a jellyfish anytime And I wouldnt miss going home to hug you for goodbye if I knewthe first round of shot would get me as a resultSo then I packed up and went around and saw the dean who assured methat even though I didnt stay to finish my Junior year Id keep myplace and get my dip no matter how long,13
Juliet Sutherland Charles Franks and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamThe Works of E P RoeVOLUME TENWHAT CAN SHE DOILLUSTRATEDDEDICATION                  IF I WERE               TO DEDICATE THIS           BOOK IT WOULD BE TO THOSE      GIRLS WHO RESOLVE THAT THEY WILL NOTPLAY THE POOR ROLE OF MICAWBER THEIR ONLY CHANCE FOR     LIFE BEING THAT SOME ONE WILL TURN UP           WHOM THEY MAY BURDEN WITH                THEIR HELPLESS                    WEIGHTPREFACEThis book was not written to amuse to create purposeless excitementor to secure a little praise as a bit of artistic work It wouldprobably fail in all these things It was written with a definiteearnest purpose which I trust will be apparent to the readerAs society in our land grows older and departs from primitivesimplicity as many are becoming rich but more poor the changes thatI have sought to warn against become more threatening The ordinaryavenues of industry are growing thronged and it daily involves a morefearful risk for a woman to be thrown out upon the world withunskilled hands an untrained mind and an unbraced moral natureImpressed with this danger by some considerable observation by amultitude of facts that might wring tears from stony eyes I havetried to write earnestly if not wiselyOf necessity it touches somewhat on a subject delicate and difficultto treatthe skeleton in the closet of society But the evil existson every side and at some time or other threatens every home andlife It is my belief that Christian teachers should not timidly orloftily ignore it for mark it well the evil does not let us or oursalone It is my belief that it should be dealt with in a plainfearless manly manner Those who differ with me have a right to theiropinionThere is one other thought that I wish to suggest Much of the fictionof our day otherwise strong and admirable is discouraging in thisrespect In the delineation of character some are good some are badand some indifferent We have a lovely heroine a noble herodeveloping seemingly in harmony with the inevitable laws of theirnatures Associated with them are those of the commoner or baser sortalso developing in accordance with the innate principles of theirnatures The first are presented as if created of finer clay than theothers The first are the flowers in the garden of society the latterthe weeds According to this theory of character the heroine mustgrow as a mossrose and the weed remain a weed Credit is not due toone blame should not be visited on the other Is this true Is notthe choice between good and evil placed before every human soul savewhere ignorance and mental feebleness destroy free agency In thefield of the world which the angels of God are to reap is it not evenpossible for the tares to become wheat And cannot the sweetest andmost beautiful natural flowers of character borrow from the skies afragrance and bloom not of earth So Gods inspired Word teaches meI have turned away from many an exquisite and artistic delineation ofhuman life sighing God might as well never have spoken words ofhope warning and strength for all there is in this book The Divineand human Friend might have remained in the Heavens and never come toearth in human guise that He might press His great heart of worldwide sympathy against the burdened suffering heart of humanity Heneed not have died to open a way of life for all There is nothinghere but human motive human strength and earthly destiny We protestagainst this narrowing down of life though it be done with thefaultless skill and taste of the most cultured genius The children ofmen are not orphaned Our Creator is still EmmanuelGod with usEarthly existence is but the prelude of our life and even from thisthe Divine artist can take much of the discord and give an earnest ofthe eternal harmoniesWe all are honored with the privilege of coworking with HimIf I in my little sphere can by this book lead one father to train hischildren to be more strong and selfreliant one mother to teach herdaughters a purer more patient more heroic womanhoodif I haveplaced one more barrier in the tempters way and inspired one morewholesome fear and principle in the heart of the temptedif bylifting the dark curtain a moment I can reveal enough to keep onecountry girl from leaving her safe native village for unprotected lifein some great cityif I can add one iota toward a public opinion thatwill honor useful labor however humble and condemn and renderdisgraceful idleness and helplessness however gildedif chief ofall I lead one heavyladen heart to the only source of rest I shallbe well rewarded whatever is said of this volumeCONTENTSCHAPTER ITHREE GIRLSCHAPTER IIA FUTURE OP HUMAN DESIGNINGCHAPTER IIITHREE MENCHAPTER IVTHE SKIES DARKENINGCHAPTER VTHE STORM THREATENINGCHAPTER VITHE WRECKCHAPTER VIIAMONG THE BREAKERSCHAPTER VIIIWARPEDCHAPTER IXA DESERT ISLANDCHAPTER XEDITH BECOMES A DIVINITYCHAPTER XIMRS ALLENS POLICYCHAPTER XIIWAITING FOR SOME ONE TO TURN UPCHAPTER XIIITHEY TURN UPCHAPTER XIVWE CANT WORKCHAPTER XVTHE TEMPTATIONCHAPTER XVIBLACK HANNIBALS WHITE HEARTCHAPTER XVIITHE CHANGES OF TWO SHORT MONTHSCHAPTER XVIIIIGNORANCE LOOKING FOR WORKCHAPTER XIXA FALLING STARCHAPTER XXDESOLATIONCHAPTER XXIEDITHS TRUE KNIGHTCHAPTER XXIIA MYSTERYCHAPTER XXIIIA DANGEROUS STEPCHAPTER XXIVSCORN AND KINDNESSCHAPTER XXVA HORROR OF GREAT DARKNESSCHAPTER XXVIFRIEND AND SAVIOURCHAPTER XXVIITHE MYSTERY SOLVEDCHAPTER XXVIIIEDITH TELLS THE OLD OLD STORYCHAPTER XXIXHANNIBAL LEARNS HOW HIS HEART CAN BE WHITECHAPTER XXXEDITHS AND ARDENS FRIENDSHIPCHAPTER XXXIZELLCHAPTER XXXIIEDITH BRINGS THE WANDERER HOMECHAPTER XXXIIIEDITHS GREAT TEMPTATIONCHAPTER XXXIVSAVEDCHAPTER XXXVCLOSING SCENESCHAPTER XXXVILAST WORDSCHAPTER ITHREE GIRLSIt was a very cold blustering day in early January and even brilliantthronged Broadway felt the influence of winters harshest,67
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                            POEMS OF NATURE                    POEMS SUBJECTIVE AND REMINISCENT                            RELIGIOUS POEMS                                   BY                        JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSRELIGIOUS POEMS     THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM     THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN     THE CALL OF THE CHRISTIAN     THE CRUCIFIXION     PALESTINE     HYMNS FROM THE FRENCH OF LAMARTINE          I ENCORE UN HYMNE          II LE CRI DE LAME     THE FAMILISTS HYMN     EZEKIEL     WHAT THE VOICE SAID     THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE     THE WIFE OF MANOAH TO HER HUSBAND     MY SOUL AND I     WORSHIP     THE HOLY LAND     THE REWARD     THE WISH OF TODAY     ALLS WELL     INVOCATION     QUESTIONS OF LIFE     FIRSTDAY THOUGHTS     TRUST     TRINITAS     THE SISTERS     THE ROCK IN EL GHOR     THE OVERHEART     THE SHADOW AND THE LIGHT     THE CRY OF A LOST SOUL     ANDREW RYKMANS PRAYER                             RELIGIOUS POEMSTHE STAR OF BETHLEHEMWhere Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keepsAnd like a young bride crowned with flowersFair Shiraz in her garden sleepsWhere to her poets turban stoneThe Spring her gift of flowers impartsLess sweet than those his thoughts have sownIn the warm soil of Persian heartsThere sat the stranger where the shadeOf scattered datetrees thinly layWhile in the hot clear heaven delayedThe long and still and weary dayStrange trees and fruits above him hungStrange odors filled the sultry airStrange birds upon the branches swungStrange insect voices murmured thereAnd strange bright blossoms shone aroundTurned sunward from the shadowy bowersAs if the Ghebers soul had foundA fitting home in Irans flowersWhateer he saw whateer he heardAwakened feelings new and sadNo Christian garb nor Christian wordNor church with Sabbathbell chimes gladBut Moslem graves with turban stonesAnd mosquespires gleaming white in viewAnd graybeard Mollahs in low tonesChanting their Koran service throughThe flowers which smiled on either handLike tempting fiends were such as theyWhich once oer all that Eastern landAs gifts on demon altars layAs if the burning eye of BaalThe servant of his Conqueror knewFrom skies which knew no cloudy veilThe Suns hot glances smote him throughAh me the lonely stranger saidThe hope which led my footsteps onAnd light from heaven around them shedOer weary wave and waste is goneWhere are the harvest fields all whiteFor Truth to thrust her sickle inWhere flock the souls like doves in flightFrom the dark hidingplace of sinA silenthorror broods oer allThe burden of a hateful spellThe very flowers around recallThe hoary magis rites of hellAnd what am I oer such a landThe banner of the Cross to bearDear Lord uphold me with Thy handThy strength with human weakness shareHe ceased for at his very feetIn mild rebuke a floweret smiledHow thrilled his sinking heart to greetThe Starflower of the Virgins childSown by some wandering Frank it drewIts life from alien air and earthAnd told to Paynim sun and dewThe story of the Saviours birthFrom scorching beams in kindly moodThe Persian plants its beauty screenedAnd on its pagan sisterhoodIn love the Christian floweret leanedWith tears of joy the wanderer feltThe darkness of his long despairBefore that hallowed symbol meltWhich Gods dear love had nurtured thereFrom Natures face that simple flowerThe lines of sin and sadness sweptAnd Magian pile and Paynim bowerIn peace like that of Eden sleptEach Moslem tomb and cypress oldLooked holy through the sunset airAnd angellike the Muezzin toldFrom tower and mosque the hour of prayerWith cheerful steps the morrows dawnFrom Shiraz saw the stranger partThe Starflower of the VirginBornStill blooming in his hopeful heart1830THE CITIES OF THE PLAINGet ye up from the wrath of Gods terrible dayUngirded unsandalled arise and awayT is the vintage of blood t is the fulness of timeAnd vengeance shall gather the harvest of crimeThe warning was spokenthe righteous had goneAnd the proud ones of Sodom were feasting aloneAll gay was the banquetthe revel was longWith the pouring of wine and the breathing of songT was an evening of beauty the air was perfumeThe earth was all greenness the trees were all bloomAnd softly the delicate viol was heardLike the murmur of love or the notes of a birdAnd beautiful maidens moved down in the danceWith the magic of motion and sunshine of glanceAnd white arms wreathed lightly and tresses fell freeAs the plumage of birds in some tropical treeWhere the shrines of foul idols were lighted on highAnd wantonness tempted the lust of the eyeMidst rites of obsceneness strange loathsome abhorredThe blasphemer scoffed at the,3
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                           ANTISLAVERY POEMS                       SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM                                   BY                        JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSANTISLAVERY POEMSTO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISONTOUSSAINT LOUVERTURETHE SLAVESHIPSEXPOSTULATIONHYMN THOU WHOSE PRESENCE WENT BEFORETHE YANKEE GIRLTHE HUNTERS OF MENSTANZAS FOR THE TIMESCLERICAL OPPRESSORSA SUMMONSTO THE MEMORY OF THOMASTHE MORAL WARFARERITNERTHE PASTORAL LETTERHYMN O HOLY FATHER JUST AND TRUETHE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHERPENNSYLVANIA HALLTHE NEW YEARTHE RELICTHE WORLDS CONVENTIONMASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIATHE CHRISTIAN SLAVETHE SENTENCE OF JOHN L BROWNTEXAS     VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND     TO FANEUIL HALL     TO MASSACHUSETTS     NEW HAMPSHIRE     THE PINETREETO A SOUTHERN STATESMANAT WASHINGTONTHE BRANDED HANDTHE FREED ISLANDSA LETTERLINES FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIENDDANIEL NEALLSONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERTTo DELAWAREYORKTOWNRANDOLPH OF ROANOKETHE LOST STATESMANTHE SLAVES OF MARTINIQUETHE CURSE OF THE CHARTERBREAKERSPAEANTHE CRISISLINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A CELEBRATED PUBLISHERDERNEA SABBATH SCENEIN THE EVIL DAYMOLOCH IN STATE STREETOFFICIAL PIETYTHE RENDITIONARISEN AT LASTTHE HASCHISHFOR RIGHTEOUSNESS SAKETHE KANSAS EMIGRANTSLETTER FROM A MISSIONARY OF THE METHODIST     EPISCOPAL CHURCH SOUTH IN KANSAS TO A     DISTINGUISHED POLITICIANBURIAL OF BARBERTO PENNSYLVANIALE MARAIS DU CYGNETHE PASS OF THE SIERRAA SONG FOR THE TIMEWHAT OF THE DAYA SONG INSCRIBED TO THE FREMONT CLUBSTHE PANORAMAON A PRAYERBOOKTHE SUMMONSTO WILLIAM H SEWARDIN WAR TIME     TO SAMUEL E SEWALL AND HARRIET W SEWALL     THY WILL BE DONE     A WORD FOR THE HOUR     EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT     TO JOHN C FREMONT     THE WATCHERS     TO ENGLISHMEN     MITHRIDATES AT CHIOS     AT PORT ROYAL     ASTRAEA AT THE CAPITOL     THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862     OF ST HELENAS ISLAND S C     THE PROCLAMATION     ANNIVERSARY POEM     BARBARA FRIETCHIE     HAT THE BIRDS SAID     THE MANTLE OF ST JOHN DE MATRA     LADS DEO     HYMN FOR THE CELEBRATION OF EMANCIPATION          AT NEWBURYPORTAFTER THE WAR     THE PEACE AUTUMN     TO THE THIRTYNINTH CONGRESS     THE HIVE AT GETTYSBURG     HOWARD AT ATLANTA     THE EMANCIPATION GROUP     THE JUBILEE SINGERS     GARRISONSONGS OF LABOR AND REFORMTHE QUAKER OF THE OLDEN TIMEDEMOCRACYTHE GALLOWSSEEDTIME AND HARVESTTO THE REFORMERS OF ENGLANDTHE HUMAN SACRIFICESONGS OF LABOR     DEDICATION     THE SHOEMAKERS     THE FISHERMEN     THE LUMBERMEN     THE SHIPBUILDERS     THE DROVERS     THE HUSKERSTHE REFORMERTHE PEACE CONVENTION AT BRUSSELSTHE PRISONER FOR DEBTTHE CHRISTIAN TOURISTSTHE MEN OF OLDTO PIUS IXCALEF IN BOSTONOUR STATETHE PRISONERS OF NAPLESTHE PEACE OF EUROPEASTRAEATHE DISENTHRALLEDTHE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAYTHE DREAM OF PIO NONOTHE VOICESTHE NEW EXODUSTHE CONQUEST OF FINLANDTHE EVE OF ELECTIONFROM PERUGIAITALYFREEDOM IN BRAZILAFTER ELECTIONDISARMAMENTTHE PROBLEMOUR COUNTRYON THE BIG HORNNOTESANTISLAVERY POEMS    TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISONCHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppressions iron handIn view of penury hate and deathI see thee fearless standStill bearing up thy lofty browIn the steadfast strength of truthIn manhood sealing well the vowAnd promise of thy youthGo on for thou hast chosen wellOn in the strength of GodLong as one human heart shall swellBeneath the tyrants rodSpeak in a slumbering nations earAs thou hast ever spokenUntil the dead in sin shall hearThe fetters link be brokenI love thee with a brothers loveI feel my pulses thrillTo mark thy spirit soar aboveThe cloud of human illMy heart hath leaped to answer thineAnd echo back thy wordsAs leaps the warriors at the shineAnd flash of kindred swordsThey tell me thou art rash and vainA searcher after fameThat thou art striving but to gainA longenduring nameThat thou hast nerved the Africs handAnd steeled the Africs heartTo shake aloft his vengeful brandAnd rend his chain apartHave I not known thee well and readThy mighty purpose longAnd watched the trials which have madeThy human spirit strongAnd shall the slanderers demon breathAvail with one like meTo dim the sunshine of my faithAnd earnest trust in theeGo on the daggers point may glareAmid thy pathways gloomThe fate which sternly threatens thereIs glorious martyrdomThen onward with a martyrs zealAnd wait thy sure rewardWhen man to man no more shall kneelAnd God alone be Lord1832TOUSSAINT LOUVERTUREToussaint LOuverture the black chieftain of Hayti was a slave on theplantation de Libertas belonging to M Bayou When the rising of thenegroes took place in 1791 Toussaint refused to join them until he hadaided M Bayou and his family to escape to Baltimore The white man haddiscovered in Toussaint many noble qualities and had instructed him insome of the first branches of education and the preservation of hislife was owing to the negros gratitude for this kindness  In 1797Toussaint LOuverture was appointed by the French governmentGeneralinChief of the armies of St Domingo and as such signed theConvention with General Maitland for the evacuation of the island by theBritish,3
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                           ANTISLAVERY POEMS                       SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM                                   BY                        JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSTEXAS     VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND     TO FANEUIL HALL     TO MASSACHUSETTS     NEW HAMPSHIRE     THE PINETREETO A SOUTHERN STATESMANAT WASHINGTONTHE BRANDED HANDTHE FREED ISLANDSA LETTERLINES FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIENDDANIEL NEALLSONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERTTo DELAWAREYORKTOWNRANDOLPH OF ROANOKETHE LOST STATESMANTHE SLAVES OF MARTINIQUETHE CURSE OF THE CHARTERBREAKERSPAEANTHE CRISISLINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A CELEBRATED PUBLISHERTEXASVOICE OF NEW ENGLANDThe five poems immediately following indicate the intense feeling of thefriends of freedom in view of the annexation of Texas with its vastterritory sufficient as was boasted for six new slave StatesUp the hillside down the glenRouse the sleeping citizenSummon out the might of menLike a lion growling lowLike a nightstorm rising slowLike the tread of unseen foeIt is coming it is nighStand your homes and altars byOn your own free thresholds dieClang the bells in all your spiresOn the gray hills of your siresFling to heaven your signalfiresFrom Wachuset lone and bleakUnto Berkshires tallest peakLet the flametongued heralds speakOh for God and duty standHeart to heart and hand to handRound the old graves of the landWhoso shrinks or falters nowWhoso to the yoke would bowBrand the craven on his browFreedoms soil hath only placeFor a free and fearless raceNone for traitors false and basePerish party perish clanStrike together while ye canLike the arm of one strong manLike that angels voice sublimeHeard above a world of crimeCrying of the end of timeWith one heart and with one mouthLet the North unto the SouthSpeak the word befitting bothWhat though Issachar be strongYe may load his back with wrongOvermuch and over longPatience with her cup oerrunWith her weary thread outspunMurmurs that her work is doneMake our Unionbond a chainWeak as tow in Freedoms strainLink by link shall snap in twainVainly shall your sandwrought ropeBind the starry cluster upShattered over heavens blue copeGive us bright though broken raysRather than eternal hazeClouding oer the fullorbed blazeTake your land of sun and bloomOnly leave to Freedom roomFor her plough and forge and loomTake your slaveryblackened valesLeave us but our own free galesBlowing on our thousand sailsBoldly or with treacherous artStrike the bloodwrought chain apartBreak the Unions mighty heartWork the ruin if ye willPluck upon your heads an illWhich shall grow and deepen stillWith your bondmans right arm bareWith his heart of black despairStand alone if stand ye dareOnward with your fell designDig the gulf and draw the lineFire beneath your feet the mineDeeply when the wide abyssYawns between your land and thisShall ye feel your helplessnessBy the hearth and in the bedShaken by a look or treadYe shall own a guilty dreadAnd the curse of unpaid toilDownward through your generous soilLike a fire shall burn and spoilOur bleak hills shall bud and blowVines our rocks shall overgrowPlenty in our valleys flowAnd when vengeance clouds your skiesHither shall ye turn your eyesAs the lost on ParadiseWe but ask our rocky strandFreedoms true and brother bandFreedoms strong and honest handValleys by the slave untrodAnd the Pilgrims mountain sodBlessed of our fathers God1844TO FANEUIL HALLWritten in 1844 on reading a call by a Massachusetts Freeman for ameeting in Faneuil Hall of the citizens of Massachusetts withoutdistinction of party opposed to the annexation of Texas and theaggressions of South Carolina and in favor of decisive action againstslaveryMEN if manhood still ye claimIf the Northern pulse can thrillRoused by wrong or stung by shameFreely strongly stillLet the sounds of traffic dieShut the millgate leave the stallFling the axe and hammer byThrong to Faneuil HallWrongs which freemen never brookedDangers grim and fierce as theyWhich like couching lions lookedOn your fathers wayThese your instant zeal demandShaking with their earthquakecallEvery rood of Pilgrim landHo to Faneuil HallFrom your capes and sandy barsFrom your mountainridges coldThrough whose pines the westering starsStoop their crowns of goldCome and with your footsteps wakeEchoes from that holy wallOnce again for Freedoms sakeRock your fathers hallUp and tread beneath your feetEvery cord by party spunLet your hearts together beatAs the heart of oneBanks and tariffs stocks and tradeLet them rise or let them fallFreedom asks your common aidUp to Faneuil HallUp and let each voice that speaksRing from thence to Southern plainsSharply as the blow which breaksPrisonbolts and chainsSpeak as well becomes the freeDreaded more than steel or ballShall your calmest utterance beHeard from Faneuil HallHave they wronged us Let us thenRender back nor threats nor prayersHave they chained our freeborn menLet us unchain theirsUp your banner leads the vanBlazoned Liberty for allFinish what your sires beganUp to Faneuil HallTO MASSACHUSETTSWHAT though around thee blazesNo fiery rallying signFrom all thy own high placesGive heaven the light of thineWhat though unthrilled unmovingThe statesman stand apartAnd comes no warm approvingFrom Mammons crowded martStill let the land be shakenBy a summons of thine ownBy all save truth forsakenStand fast with that aloneShrink not from strife unequalWith the best is always hopeAnd ever in the sequelGod holds the right side upBut when with thine unitingCome voices long and loudAnd faroff hills are writingThy firewords on the cloudWhen from Penobscots fountainsA deep response is heardAnd across the Western mountainsRolls back thy rallying wordShall thy line of battle falterWith its allies just in viewOh by hearth and holy altarMy fatherland be trueFling,3
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                           ANTISLAVERY POEMS                       SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM                                   BY                        JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSDERNEA SABBATH SCENEIN THE EVIL DAYMOLOCH IN STATE STREETOFFICIAL PIETYTHE RENDITIONARISEN AT LASTTHE HASCHISHFOR RIGHTEOUSNESS SAKETHE KANSAS EMIGRANTSLETTER FROM A MISSIONARY OF THE METHODIST     EPISCOPAL CHURCH SOUTH IN KANSAS TO A     DISTINGUISHED POLITICIANBURIAL OF BARBERTO PENNSYLVANIALE MARAIS DU CYGNETHE PASS OF THE SIERRAA SONG FOR THE TIMEWHAT OF THE DAYA SONG INSCRIBED TO THE FREMONT CLUBSTHE PANORAMAON A PRAYERBOOKTHE SUMMONSTO WILLIAM H SEWARDDERNEThe storming of the city of Derne in 1805 by General Eaton at thehead of nine Americans forty Greeks and a motley array of Turks andArabs was one of those feats of hardihood and daring which have in allages attracted the admiration of the multitude The higher and holierheroism of Christian selfdenial and sacrifice in the humble walks ofprivate duty is seldom so well appreciatedNIGHT on the city of the MoorOn mosque and tomb and whitewalled shoreOn seawaves to whose ceaseless knockThe narrow harborgates unlockOn corsairs galley carack tallAnd plundered Christian caravalThe sounds of Moslem life are stillNo mulebell tinkles down the hillStretched in the broad court of the khanThe dusty Bornou caravanLies heaped in slumber beast and manThe Sheik is dreaming in his tentHis noisy Arab tongue oerspentThe kiosks glimmering lights are goneThe merchant with his wares withdrawnRough pillowed on some pirate breastThe dancinggirl has sunk to restAnd save where measured footsteps fallAlong the Bashaws guarded wallOr where like some bad dream the JewCreeps stealthily his quarter throughOr counts with fear his golden heapsThe City of the Corsair sleepsBut where yon prison long and lowStands black against the pale starglowChafed by the ceaseless wash of wavesThere watch and pine the Christian slavesRoughbearded men whose faroff wivesWear out with grief their lonely livesAnd youth still flashing from his eyesThe clear blue of New England skiesA treasured lock of whose soft hairNow wakes some sorrowing mothers prayerOr worn upon some maiden breastStirs with the loving hearts unrestA bitter cup each life must drainThe groaning earth is cursed with painAnd like the scroll the angel boreThe shuddering Hebrew seer beforeOerwrit alike without withinWith all the woes which follow sinBut bitterest of the ills beneathWhose load man totters down to deathIs that which plucks the regal crownOf Freedom from his forehead downAnd snatches from his powerless handThe sceptred sign of selfcommandEffacing with the chain and rodThe image and the seal of GodTill from his nature day by dayThe manly virtues fall awayAnd leave him naked blind and muteThe godlike merging in the bruteWhy mourn the quiet ones who dieBeneath affections tender eyeUnto their household and their kinLike ripened cornsheaves gathered inO weeper from that tranquil sodThat holy harvesthome of GodTurn to the quick and suffering shedThy tears upon the living deadThank God above thy dear ones gravesThey sleep with Him they are not slavesWhat dark mass down the mountainsidesSwiftpouring like a stream dividesA long loose straggling caravanCamel and horse and armed manThe moons low crescent glimmering oerIts grave of waters to the shoreLights tip that mountain cavalcadeAnd gleams from gun and spear and bladeNear and more near now oer them fallsThe shadow of the city wallsHark to the sentrys challenge drownedIn the fierce trumpets charging soundThe rush of men the muskets pealThe short sharp clang of meeting steelVain Moslem vain thy lifeblood pouredSo freely on thy foemans swordNot to the swift nor to the strongThe battles of the right belongFor he who strikes for Freedom wearsThe armor of the captives prayersAnd Nature proffers to his causeThe strength of her eternal lawsWhile he whose arm essays to bindAnd herd with common brutes his kindStrives evermore at fearful oddsWith Nature and the jealous godsAnd dares the dread recoil which lateOr soon their right shall vindicateT is done the horned crescent fallsThe starflag flouts the broken wallsJoy to the captive husband joyTo thy sick heart O brownlocked boyIn sullen wrath the conquered MoorWide open flings your dungeondoorAnd leaves ye free from cell and chainThe owners of yourselves againDark as his allies desertbornSoiled with the battles stain and wornWith the long marches of his bandThrough hottest wastes of rock and sandScorched by the sun and furnacebreathOf the red deserts wind of deathWith welcome words and grasping handsThe victor and deliverer standsThe tale is one of distant skiesThe dust of half a century liesUpon it yet its heros nameStill lingers on the lips of FameMen speak the praise of him who gaveDeliverance to the Moormans slaveYet dare to brand with shame and crimeThe heroes of our land and timeThe selfforgetful ones who stakeHome name and life for Freedoms sakeGod mend his heart who cannot feelThe impulse of a holy zealAnd sees not with his sordid eyesThe beauty of selfsacrificeThough in the sacred place he standsUplifting consecrated handsUnworthy are his lips to tellOf Jesus martyrmiracleOr name aright that dread embraceOf suffering for a fallen race1850A SABBATH SCENEThis poem finds its justification in the readiness with which even inthe North clergymen urged the prompt execution of the Fugitive SlaveLaw as a Christian duty and defended the system of slavery as a BibleinstitutionSCARCE had the solemn SabbathbellCeased quivering in the steepleScarce had the parson to his deskWalked stately through his peopleWhen down the summershaded streetA wasted female figureWith dusky brow and naked feetCame rushing wild and eagerShe saw the white spire through the treesShe heard the sweet,3
This eBook was produced by David Widger  widgercecometnet                     OLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES                       PERSONAL SKETCHES AND TRIBUTES                             HISTORICAL PAPERS                                   BY                          JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSOLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES     JOHN BUNYAN     THOMAS ELLWOOD     JAMES NAYLER     ANDREW MARVELL     JOHN ROBERTS     SAMUEL HOPKINS     RICHARD BAXTER     WILLIAM LEGGETT     NATHANIEL PEABODY ROGERS     ROBERT DINSMORE     PLACIDO THE SLAVE POETPERSONAL SKETCHES AND TRIBUTES     THE FUNERAL OF TORREY     EDWARD EVERETT     LEWIS TAPPAN     BAYARD TAYLOR     WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING     DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD     LYDIA MARIA CHILD     OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES     LONGFELLOW     OLD NEWBURY     SCHOOLDAY REMEMBRANCES     EDWIN PERCY WHIPPLEHISTORICAL PAPERS     DANIEL OCONNELL     ENGLAND UNDER JAMES II     THE BORDER WAR OF 1708     THE GREAT IPSWICH FRIGHT     THE BOY CAPTIVES     THE BLACK MEN IN THE REVOLUTION AND WAR OF 1812     THE SCOTTISH REFORMERS     THE PILGRIMS OF PLYMOUTH     GOVERNOR ENDICOTT     JOHN WINTHROP                    OLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES     Inscribed as follows when first collected in bookform     To Dr G  BAILEY of the National Era Washington D C these     sketches many of which originally appeared in the columns of the     paper under his editorial supervision are in their present form     offered as a token of the esteem and confidence which years of     political and literary communion have justified and confirmed on     the part of his friend and associate                               THE AUTHOR                               JOHN BUNYAN     Wouldst see     A man I the clouds and hear him speak to theeWho has not read Pilgrims Progress  Who has not in childhoodfollowed the wandering Christian on his way to the Celestial City  Whohas not laid at night his young head on the pillow to paint on thewalls of darkness pictures of the Wicket Gate and the Archers the Hillof Difficulty the Lions and Giants Doubting Castle and Vanity Fairthe sunny Delectable Mountains and the Shepherds the Black River andthe wonderful glory beyond it and at last fallen asleep to dream overthe strange story to hear the sweet welcomings of the sisters at theHouse Beautiful and the song of birds from the window of that upperchamber which opened towards the sunrising And who looking back tothe green spots in his childish experiences does not bless the goodTinker of ElstowAnd who that has reperused the story of the Pilgrim at a maturer ageand felt the plummet of its truth sounding in the deep places of thesoul has not reason to bless the author for some timely warning orgrateful encouragement  Where is the scholar the poet the man of tasteand feeling who does not with Cowper         Even in transitory lifes late day          Revere the man whose Pilgrim marks the road          And guides the Progress of the soul to GodWe have just been reading with no slight degree of interest that simplebut wonderful piece of autobiography entitled Grace abounding to theChief of Sinners from the pen of the author of Pilgrims Progress  Itis the record of a journey more terrible than that of the ideal Pilgrimtruth stranger than fiction the painful upward struggling of a spiritfrom the blackness of despair and blasphemy into the high pure air ofHope and Faith  More earnest words were never written  It is the entireunveiling of a human heart the tearing off of the figleaf covering ofits sin  The voice which speaks to us from these old pages seems not somuch that of a denizen of the world in which we live as of a soul at thelast solemn confessional  Shorn of all ornament simple and direct asthe contrition and prayer of childhood when for the first time theSpectre of Sin stands by its bedside the style is that of a man dead toselfgratification careless of the worlds opinion and only desirous,8
Produced by MartinWarddurhamacuk             Weymouth New Testament in Modern Speech                       Third Edition 1913                   Public DomainCopy FreelyThese files were produced by keying for use in the Online BibleProofreading was performed by Earl Melton The printed editionused in creating this etext was the Kregal reprint of the ErnestHampdenCook 1912 Third Edition of the edition first publishedin 1909 by J Clarke London  Kregal edition ISBN 0825440254Due to the plans to add the Weymouth footnotes the footnotemarkers have been left in the text and page break indicatorsOther special markings are words surrounded with  to indicateemphasis and phrases surrounded with  to indicate bold OTqoutes  See WEYMOUTHINT in WNTINTZIP for the introductionto the text and information on Weymouths techniquesThe most current corrected files can be found on        Bible Foundation BBS        6027897040 144 kbsIf any errors are found please notify me at the above bbsor at        Mark Fuller        1129 E Loyola Dr        Tempe Az 85282        602 8298542 Corrections to the printed page Introduction says personal pronouns referring to Jesus when spokenby other than the authornarrator are capitalized only when theyrecognize His deity  The following oversights in the third editionwere corrected in subsequent editions  Therefore we feel justifiedin correcting them in this computer versionMt 2216 Capitalized him  Same person speaking as in v15Mt 2754 Capitalized heJoh 2120 Capitalized hisHeb 126  Capitalized last HE referring to God changes made to printed pageLu 1149 Added closing quote at end of verse as later editions doLu 136 come  came changed in later editionsRo 1116 it  if an obvious typesetting error corrected in later editions1Co 116 out  cut an obvious typesetting error corrected in later editionsPhp 43 the Word book in book of Life was not capitalized in        various printings of the third edition but it was in later        editions  So we have capitalized it here2Ti 19  deserts  desserts misspelling perpetuated in later editions no change madeEph 617 did not capitalize word as in Word of God                   PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION        The Translation of the New Testament here offered toEnglishspeaking Christians is a bona fide translation madedirectly from the Greek and is in no sense a revision The planadopted has been the following        1 An earnest endeavour has been made based upon morethan sixty years study of both the Greek and English languagesbesides much further familiarity gained by continual teaching toascertain the exact meaning of every passage not only by thelight that Classical Greek throws on the langruage used but alsoby that which the Septuagint and the Hebrew Scriptures affordaid being sought too from Versions and Commentators ancient andmodern and from the ample _et cetera_ of _apparatus grammaticus_and theological and Classical reviews and magazinesor ratherby means of occasional excursions into this vast prairie        2 The sense thus seeming to have been ascertained thenext step has been to consider how it could be most accuratelyand naturally exhibited in the English of the present day inother words how we can with some approach to probability supposethat the inspired writer himself would have expressed histhoughts had he been writing in our age and country 1        3 Lastly it has been evidently desirable to compare theresults thus attained with the renderings of other scholarsespecially of course witll the Authorized and Revised VersionsBut alas the great majority of even new translations socalled are in reality only Tyndales immortal work alittleoften very litLlemodernized        4 But in the endeavour to find in Twentieth CenturyEnglish a precise equivalent for a Greek word phrase orsentence there are two dangers to be guarded against There are aScylla and a Charybdis On the one hand there is the English ofSociety on the other hand that of the utterly uneducated eachof these _patois_ having also its own special though expressiveborderland which we name slang But all these salient anglesas a professor of fortification might say of our language areforbidden ground to the reverent translator of Holy Scripture        5 But again a _modern_ translationdoes this implythat no words or phrases in any degree antiquated are to beadmitted Not so for great numbers of such words and phrases arestill in constant use To be antiquated is not the same thing asto be obsolete or even obsolescent and without at least a tingeof antiquity it is scarcely possible that there should be thatdignity of style that befits the sacred themes with which theEvangelists and Apostles deal        6 It is plain that this attempt to bring out the senseof the Sacred Writings naturally as well as accurately inpresentday English does not permit except to a limited extentthe method of literal renderingthe _verbo verbum reddere_ atwhich Horace shrugs his shoulders Dr Welldon recently Bishopof Calcutta in the Preface p vii to his masterly translationof the _Nicomachean Ethics_ of Aristotle writes I havedeliberately rejected the principle of trying to translate thesame Greek word by the same word in English and wherecircumstances seemed to call for it I have sometimes used twoEnglish words to represent one word of the Greekand he isperfectly,24
Scanned and proofed by Thomas Pollock of The Mens TribunewwwmenstribunecomTHE UNEXPURGATED CASE AGAINST WOMAN SUFFRAGEBY SIR ALMROTH E WRIGHT MD FRS1913CONTENTSPREFACEINTRODUCTIONProgramme of This TreatiseMotives from which Women Claim theSuffrageTypes of Men who Support the SuffrageJohn Stuart MillPART IARGUMENTS WHICH ARE ADDUCED IN SUPPORT OF WOMANS SUFFRAGEIARGUMENTS FROM ELEMENTARY NATURAL RIGHTSSignification of the Term Womans RightsArgument fromJusticeJuridical JusticeEgalitarian EquityArgument fromJustice Applied to TaxationArgument from LibertySummary ofArguments from Elementary Natural RightsIIARGUMENTS FROM INTELLECTUAL GRIEVANCES OF WOMANComplaint of Want of ChivalryComplaint of InsultsComplaint ofIllogicaltiesComplaint of PrejudicesThe Familiar SuffragistGrievance of the Drunkard Voter and the Woman of Property Who is aNonVoterThe Grievance of Woman being Required to Obey ManMadeLawsIIIARGUMENTS WHICH TAKE THE FORM OF COUNSELS OF PERFECTION ADDRESSED TOMANArgument that Woman Requires a Vote for her ProtectionArgument thatWoman ought to be Invested with the Responsibilities of Voting inOrder that She May Attain Her Full Intellectual StaturePART IIARGUMENTS AGAINST THE CONCESSION OF THE PARLIAMENTARY SUFFRAGE TOWOMANIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF PHYSICAL FORCEInternational Position of State would be Imperilled by WomansSuffrageInternal Equilibrium of State would be ImperilledIIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF INTELLECTCharacteristics of the Feminine MindSuffragist Illusions withRegard to the Equality of Man and Woman as WorkersProspect forthe Intellectual Future of WomanHas Woman Advanced IIIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF PUBLIC MORALITYStandards by which Morality can be AppraisedConflict betweenDifferent MoralitiesThe Correct Standard of MoralityMoralPsychology of Man and WomanDifference between Man and Woman inMatters of Public MoralityIVMENTAL OUTLOOK AND PROGRAMME OF THE FEMALE LEGISLATIVE REFORMERVULTERIOR ENDS WHICH THE WOMANS SUFFRAGE MOVEMENT HAS IN VIEWPART IIIIS THERE IF THE SUFFRAGE IS BARRED ANY PALLIATIVE OR CORRECTIVE FORTHE DISCONTENTS OF WOMANIPALLIATIVES OR CORRECTIVES FOR THE DISCONTENT OF WOMANWhat are the Suffragists GrievancesEconomic and PhysiologicalDifficulties of WomanIntellectual Grievances of Suffragist andCorrectiveAPPENDIXLETTER ON MILITANT HYSTERIAPREFACEIt has come to be believed that everything that has a bearing upon theconcession of the suffrage to woman has already been brought forwardIn reality however the influence of women has caused man to leaveunsaid many things which he ought to have saidEspecially in two respects has woman restricted the discussionShe has placed her taboo upon all generalisations about women takingexception to these on the threefold ground that there would be nogeneralisations which would hold true of all women thatgeneralisations when reached possess no practical utility and thatthe element of sex does not leave upon women any general imprint suchas could properly be brought up in connexion with the question ofadmitting them to the electorateWoman has further stifled discussion by placing her taboo uponanything seriously unflattering being said about her in publicI would suggest and would propose here myself to act upon thesuggestion that in connexion with the discussion of womanssuffrage these restrictions should be laid asideIn connexion with the setting aside of the restriction upongeneralising I may perhaps profitably point out that allgeneralisations and not only generalisations which relate to womenare _ex hypothesi by hypothesis_ subject to individual exceptionsIt is to generalisations that the proverb that the exception provesthe rule really applies I may further point out that practicallyevery decision which we take in ordinary life and all legislativeaction without exception is based upon generalisations and againthat the question of the suffrage and with it the larger question asto the proper sphere of woman finally turns upon the question as towhat imprint womans sexual system leaves upon her physical framecharacter and intellect in more technical terms it turns upon thequestion as to what are the _secondary sexual characteristics_ ofwomanNow only by a felicitous exercise of the faculty of successfulgeneralisation can we arrive at a knowledge of theseWith respect to the restriction that nothing which might offendwomans _amour propre self love_ shall be said in public it may bepointed out that while it was perfectly proper and equitable that noevil and as Pericles proposed also no good should be said of womanin public so long as she confined herself to the domestic sphere theaction of that section of women who have sought to effect an entranceinto public life has now brought down upon woman as one of thepenalties the abrogation of that conventionA consideration which perhaps ranks only next in importance to thatwith which we have been dealing is that of the logical sanction ofthe propositions which are enunciated in the course of suchcontroversial discussions as that in which we are here involvedIt is clearly a precondition of all useful discussion that the authorand reader should be in accord with respect to the authority of thegeneralisations and definitions which supply the premisses for hisreasoningsThough this might perhaps to the reader appear an impractical ideal Iwould propose here to attempt to reach it by explaining the logicalmethod which I have set myself to followAlthough I have from literary necessity employed in my text some ofthe verbal forms of dogmatism I am very far from laying claim to anydogmatic authority More than that I would desire categorically torepudiate such a claimFor I do not conceal from myself that if I took up such a position Ishould wantonly be placing myself at the mercy of my reader For hecould then by merely refusing to see in me an authority bring downthe whole edifice of my argument like a house of cardsMoreover I am not blind to what would happen if after I claimed to betaken as an authority the reader was indulgent enough still to go onto read what I have writtenHe would in such a case the moment he encountered a statement withwhich he disagreed simply waive me on one side with the words Soyou sayAnd if he should encounter a statement with which he agreed he wouldin his wisdom censure me for neglecting to provide for thatproposition a satisfactory logical foundationIf it is far from my thoughts to claim a right of dictation it isequally remote from them to take up the position that I have in myarguments furnished _proof_ of the thesis which I set out toestablishIt would be culpable misuse of language to speak in such connexion of_proof_ or _disproof_Proof by testimony which is available in connexion with questions offact is unavailable in connexion,22
Produced by Karl Hagen Dan Moynihan Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamIllustration HEREWARD RESISTING THE GREEK ASSASSINWAVERLY NOVELSABBOTSFORD EDITIONTHE WAVERLY NOVELSBY SIR WALTER SCOTTCOMPLETEIN TWELVE VOLUMESEMBRACINGTHE AUTHORS LAST CORRECTIONS PREFACES AND NOTESVOL XIICOUNT ROBERT OF PARISCASTLE DANGEROUSMY AUNT MARGARETS MIRROR c cTales of my LandlordCOUNT ROBERT OF PARIS     The European with the Asian shore       Sophias cupola with golden gleam     The cypress grovesOlympus high and hoar       The twelve isles and the more than I could dream     Far less describe present the very view       That charmd the charming Mary Montagu                                        DON JUANADVERTISEMENT1833Sir Walter Scott transmitted from Naples in February 1832 anIntroduction for CASTLE DANGEROUS but if he ever wrote one for asecond Edition of ROBERT OF PARIS it has not been discovered among hispapers Some notes chiefly extracts from the books which he had beenobserved to consult while _dictating_ this novel are now appendedto its pages and in addition to what the author had given in the shapeof historical information respecting the principal real personsintroduced the reader is here presented with what may probably amusehim the passage of the Alexiad in which Anna Comnena describes theincident which originally no doubt determined Sir Walters choice ofa heroMay AD 1097As for the multitude of those who advanced towardsTHE GREAT CITY let it be enough to say that they were as the stars inthe heaven or as the sand upon the seashore They were in the wordsof Homer _as many as the leaves and flowers of spring_ But forthe names of the leaders though they are present in my memory I willnot relate them The numbers of these would alone deter me even if mylanguage furnished the means of expressing their barbarous sounds andfor what purpose should I afflict my readers with a long enumeration ofthe names of those whose visible presence gave so much horror to allthat beheld themAs soon therefore as they approached the Great City they occupiedthe station appointed for them by the Emperor near to the monastery ofCosmidius But this multitude were not like the Hellenic one of oldto be restrained and governed by the loud voices of nine heralds theyrequired the constant superintendence of chosen and valiant soldiersto keep them from violating the commands of the EmperorHe meantime laboured to obtain from the other leaders thatacknowledgment of his supreme authority which had already been drawnfrom Godfrey Greek Gontophre himself But notwithstanding thewillingness of some to accede to this proposal and their assistance inworking on the minds of their associates the Emperors endeavours hadlittle success as the majority were looking for the arrival ofBohemund Greek Baimontos in whom they placed their chief confidenceand resorted to every art with the view of gaining time The Emperorwhom it was not easy to deceive penetrated their motives and bygranting to one powerful person demands which had been supposed out ofall bounds of expectation and by resorting to a variety of otherdevices he at length prevailed and won general assent to thefollowing of the example of Godfrey who also was sent for in person toassist in this businessAll therefore being assembled and Godfrey among them the oath wastaken but when all was finished a certain Noble among these Countshad the audacity to seat himself on the throne of the Emperor GreekTolmaesas tis apo panton ton komaeton eugenaes eis ton skimpoda tonBasileos ekathisen The Emperor restrained himself and said nothingfor he was well acquainted of old with the nature of the LatinsBut the Count Baldwin Greek Baldoninos stepping forth and seizinghim by the hand dragged him thence and with many reproaches said Itbecomes thee not to do such things here especially after having takenthe oath of fealty Greek douleian haeposchomeno It is not thecustom of the Roman Emperors to permit any of their inferiors to sitbeside them not even of such as are born subjects of their empire andit is necessary to respect the customs of the country But heanswering nothing to Baldwin stared yet more fixedly upon the Emperorand muttered to himself something in his own dialect which beinginterpreted was to this effectBehold what rustic fellow Greekchoritaes is this to be seated alone while such leaders stand aroundhim The movement of his lips did not escape the Emperor who calledto him one that understood the Latin dialect and enquired what wordsthe man had spoken When he heard them the Emperor said nothing to theother Latins but kept the thing to himself When however thebusiness was all over he called near to him by himself that swellingand shameless Latin Greek hypsaelophrona ekeinon kai anaidae andasked of him who he was of what lineage and from what region he hadcome I am a Frank said he of pure blood of the Nobles One thingI know that where three roads meet in the place from which I camethere is an ancient church in which whosoever has the desire tomeasure himself against another in single combat prays God to help himtherein and afterwards abides the coming of one willing to encounterhim At that spot long time did I remain but the man bold enough tostand against me I found not Hearing these words the Emperor saidIf hitherto thou hast sought battles in vain the time is at handwhich will furnish thee with abundance of them And I advise thee toplace thyself neither before the phalanx nor in its rear but to standfast in the midst of thy fellowsoldiers for of old time I am wellacquainted with the warfare of the Turks With such advice hedismissed not only this man but the rest of those who were about todepart on that expedition_Alexiad_ Book x pp 237 238Ducange as is mentioned,0
Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTranscribers NoteI feel that it is important to note that this book is partof the Caledonian series The Caledonian series is a groupof 50 books comprising all of Sir Walter Scotts worksWAVERLEYBY SIR WALTER SCOTTVOLUME IIWAVERLEYOR TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCECHAPTER XXXVIAN INCIDENTThe dinner hour of Scotland Sixty Years Since was two oclock Itwas therefore about four oclock of a delightful autumn afternoonthat Mr Gilfillan commenced his march in hopes althoughStirling was eighteen miles distant he might be able by becominga borrower of the night for an hour or two to reach it thatevening He therefore put forth his strength and marched stoutlyalong at the head of his followers eyeing our hero from time totime as if he longed to enter into controversy with him Atlength unable to resist the temptation he slackened his pacetill he was alongside of his prisoners horse and after marchinga few steps in silence abreast of him he suddenly askedCan yesay wha the carle was wi the black coat and the mousted headthat was wi the Laird of CairnvreckanA Presbyterian clergyman answered WaverleyPresbyterian answered Gilfillan contemptuously a wretchedErastian or rather an obscure Prelatist a favourer of the blackindulgence ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark they tell owera clash o terror and a clatter o comfort in their sermonswithout ony sense or savour or life Yeve been fed in siccan afauld belikeNo I am of the Church of England said WaverleyAnd theyre just neighbourlike replied the Covenanter andnae wonder they gree sae weel Wha wad hae thought the goodlystructure of the Kirk of Scotland built up by our fathers in1642 wad hae been defaced by carnal ends and the corruptions ofthe timeay wha wad hae thought the carved work of thesanctuary would hae been sae soon cut downTo this lamentation which one or two of the assistants chorussedwith a deep groan our hero thought it unnecessary to make anyreply Whereupon Mr Gilfillan resolving that he should be ahearer at least if not a disputant proceeded in his JeremiadeAnd now is it wonderful when for lack of exercise anent thecall to the service of the altar and the duty of the dayministers fall into sinful compliances with patronage andindemnities and oaths and bonds and other corruptionsis itwonderful I say that you sir and other siclike unhappypersons should labour to build up your auld Babel of iniquity asin the bluidy persecuting saintkilling times I trow gin yewerena blinded wi the graces and favours and services andenjoyments and employments and inheritances of this wickedworld I could prove to you by the Scripture in what a filthyrag ye put your trust and that your surplices and your copes andvestments are but castoff garments of the muckle harlot thatsitteth upon seven hills and drinketh of the cup of abominationBut I trow ye are deaf as adders upon that side of the head ayye are deceived with her enchantments and ye traffic with hermerchandise and ye are drunk with the cup of her fornicationHow much longer this military theologist might have continued hisinvective in which he spared nobody but the scattered remnant ofHILLFOLK as he called them is absolutely uncertain His matterwas copious his voice powerful and his memory strong so thatthere was little chance of his ending his exhortation till theparty had reached Stirling had not his attention been attractedby a pedlar who had joined the march from a crossroad and whosighed or groaned with great regularity at all fitting pauses ofhis homilyAnd what may ye be friend said the Gifted GilfillanA puir pedlar thats bound for Stirling and craves theprotection of your honours party in these kittle times Ah yourhonour has a notable faculty in searching and explaining thesecretay the secret and obscure and incomprehensible causes ofthe backslidings of the land ay your honour touches the root othe matterFriend said Gilfillan with a more complacent voice than he hadhitherto used honour not me I do not go out to parkdikes andto steadings and to markettowns to have herds and cottars andburghers pull off their bonnets to me as they do to Major Melvilleo Cairnvreckan and ca me laird or captain or honour No mysma means whilk are not aboon twenty thousand merk have had theblessing of increase but the pride of my heart has not increasedwith them nor do I delight to be called captain though I havethe subscribed commission of that gospelsearching nobleman theEarl of Glencairn fa whilk I am so designated While I live I amand will be called Habakkuk Gilfillan who will stand up for thestandards of doctrine agreed on by the ance famous Kirk ofScotland before she trafficked with the accursed Achan while hehas a plack in his purse or a drap o bluid in his bodyAh said the pedlar I have seen your land about Mauchlin Afertile spot your lines have fallen in pleasant places Andsiccan a breed o cattle is not in ony lairds land in ScotlandYe say rightye say right friend retorted Gilfillan eagerlyfor he was not inaccessible to flattery upon this subjectyesay right they are the real Lancashire and theres no the likeo them even at the mains of Kilmaurs and he then entered into adiscussion of their excellences to which our readers willprobably be as indifferent as our hero After this excursion theleader returned to his theological discussions while the pedlarless profound upon those mystic points contented himself withgroaning and expressing his edification at suitable intervalsWhat a blessing it would be to the puir blinded popish nationsamong whom I hae sojourned to have siccan a light to their pathsI hae been as far as Muscovia in my sma trading way as atravelling merchant and I hae been through France and the LowCountries and a Poland and maist feck o Germany and O itwould grieve your honours soul to see the murmuring and thesinging and massing thats in the kirk and the piping thats inthe quire and the heathenish dancing and dicing upon theSabbathThis set Gilfillan off upon the Book of,0
This eBook was created by Charles Aldarondo pgaldarondonetTHE YOUNG EXPLORERORCLAIMING HIS FORTUNEBYHORATIO ALGER JRNEW YORKCONTENTSI Bens InheritanceII Deacon Pitkins OfferIII Sam Sturgis New IdeaIV A Brilliant ChanceV In Search of a PlaceVI Mr Fitch The Senior PartnerVII Bens Dinner GuestVIII A Strange AcquaintanceIX At the Astor HouseX Ben Receives a CallXI Miss Sinclairs StratagemXII In San FranciscoXIII Preliminary ArrangementsXIV The Canon HotelXV A Polite HostessXVI A New AcquaintanceXVII A Tight PlaceXVIII An Evening CallXIX Bens Midnight ExcursionXX A Thiefs DisappointmentXXI Bens SavingsBankXXII The Arrival at MurphysXXIII Among the SierrasXXIV Beaten at His Own GameXXV The HorseThievesXXVI What NextXXVII Ki SingXXVIII The Duel of the MinersXXIX Chinese Cheap LaborXXX A Midnight VisitXXXI On the Mountain PathXXXII The Mountain CabinTHE YOUNG EXPLORERCHAPTER IBENS INHERITANCEIve settled up your fathers estate Benjamin said Job StantonYoull find it all figgered out on this piece of paper There wasthat twoacre piece up at Rockville brought seventyfive dollarsthe medder fetched a hundred and fifty the two cowsHow much does it all come to Uncle Job interrupted Ben who wasimpatient of detailsHadnt you better let me read off the items nephew asked Joblooking over his spectaclesNo Uncle Job I know youve done your best for me and theres noneed of your going through it all How much is there left after allexpenses are paidThats what I was acomin to Ben I make it out that theresthree hundred and sixtyfive dollars and nineteen cents Thats adollar for every day in the year Its a good deal of money BenSo it is Uncle Job answered Ben and he was quite sincere Thereare not many boys of sixteen to whom this would not seem a largesumYoure rich that is for a boy added Uncle JobIts more than I expected uncle I want you to take fifteendollars and nineteen cents Thatll leave me just three hundred andfiftyWhy should I take any of your money nephewYouve had considerable trouble in settling up the estate and itstaken a good deal of your time tooMy time aint of much vally and as to the trouble its a pity efI cant take some trouble for my brothers son No Ben I wonttake a cent Youll need it allBut you said yourself it was a good deal of money for a boy UncleJobSo it is but its all youve got Most boys have fathers to takecare of em while youre alone in the worldYes I am alone in the world said Ben sadly his cheerful faceclouding overBut youve got an uncle lad continued Job Stanton laying hishand gently on the boys shoulder Hes a poor man but as much asin him lies hell be your friend and helperI know it Uncle Job Youve always been kind to meAnd allus will be Ben Now Ben Ive got a plan for you I dontknow what youll think of it but its the best Ive been able tothink ofWhat is it Uncle JobEf youll stay with me and help me in the shop Ill give you ahome such as it is and fifty dollars a year toward your clothesYour Aunt Hannah and your Cousin Jane want you to make your homewith usIm very much obliged to you Uncle Job said Ben slowlyYou neednt be boy Its a sort of mutooal arrangement Itll beas good for me as for you You can put your money in the bank andlet it stay till youre twentyone Why itll be nigh on to fivehunderd dollars by that timeIm much obliged to you Uncle Job as I said before but theresone thing in the wayWhats that BenI dont like shoemakingPerhaps it isnt genteel enough for you Ben said his uncleI dont care for that Uncle Job but I dont like being shut up ina shop Besides it doesnt give steady work Last year you werewithout work at least a third of the timeSo I was Ben said Job Im willin to own thats a greatdrawbackAnd it isnt likely to be any better hereafter Last year was asgood as the averageIt was better Job admitted The year before I was out of workfive monthsWell Uncle Job I want to work at something thatll give meemployment all the year roundSo do I Ben but I dont see what you can find unless you go towork on a farm Youre used to that and I guess you could find achance before long Theres Deacon Pitkin wants a boy and would beglad of the chance of gettin youI suppose he would said Ben laughing Would you advise me to gothereWell there might be some objections butYou know I wouldnt get enough to eat Uncle Job interruptedBen Why Deacon Pitkins the meanest man in the villageYou mustnt be hasty in your judgments nephewIm not I know what Im talking about I worked for the deacon twodays once He gave me ten cents a day and boardand such board WhyI got up from the table hungry every meal and yet the deaconreported afterward that I was a great eater Mrs Pitkin cuts asmall pie into eight pieces each about two mouthfuls and when Iasked for a second piece she asked if I was allowed to have twopieces at homeWhat did you say asked Uncle Job evidently amusedI said yes and that each piece was twice as big as she gaveIm afraid that was rather forward Ben Did she say anything tothatShe said I must be very greedy and that boys always ate moren wasgood for em No Uncle Job I dont care to work for DeaconPitkinHave you formed any plans Ben You dont want to go on a farm andyou dont want to go into a shoeshop and thats about all you canfind to do in HamptonI dont mean to stay in Hampton said Ben quietlyDont mean to stay in Hampton exclaimed Uncle Joe amazedNo uncle Theres a good many places besides Hampton in theworldSo there is Ben answered Uncle Job with a disregard of grammarmore excusable than his nephews for he had never had any specialeducational advantagesso there is but,15