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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

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

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 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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 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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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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 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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

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

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

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

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

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

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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 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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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