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This eBook was produced by David Garcia Juliet SutherlandCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamFRANK ON THE LOWER MISSISSIPPIBYHARRY CASTLEMON CONTENTS CHAPTER ITHE NEW PAYMASTER CHAPTER IIA NIGHT EXPEDITION CHAPTER IIIARCHIE IN A PREDICAMENT CHAPTER IVA MARK FOR THE UNION CHAPTER VA RUN FOR LIFE CHAPTER VIFRANK TURNS DETECTIVE CHAPTER VIIFRANKS FIRST COMMAND CHAPTER VIIIAN UNLUCKY FLIGHT CHAPTER IXUP THE WASHITA CHAPTER XTHE PROMOTION CHAPTER XITHE RIVAL SPIES CHAPTER XIIA SCOUTING PARTY CHAPTER XIIITOM THE COXSWAIN CHAPTER XIVA REBEL TRICK CHAPTER XVHONORABLY DISCHARGEDFRANK ON THE LOWER MISSISSIPPICHAPTER IThe New PaymasterVicksburg had fallen and the army had marched in and taken possessionof the city How Frank longed to accompany it that he might see theinside of the rebel stronghold which had so long withstood the advanceof our fleet and army He stood leaning against one of the monster gunswhich at his bidding had spoken so often and so effectively in favorof the Union and for two hours watched the long lines of warwornsoldiers as they moved into the works At length a tremendous cheerarose from the city and Frank discovered a party of soldiers on thecupola of the courthouse from which a few moments afterward floatedthe Stars and Stripes Then came faintly to his ears the words of afamiliar song which were caught up by the soldiers in the city then bythose who were still marching in and Well rally round the flagboys was sung by an immense choir The rebels in the streets gazedwonderingly at the men on the spire and listened to the song and thetriumphant shouts of the conquering army which proclaimed the beginningof the downfall of their confederacyTo Frank it was one of the proudest moments of his lifea sight hewould not have missed to be able to float at the masthead of his vesselthe broad pennant of the admiral All he had endured was forgotten andwhen the Old Flag was unfurled in the air which had but a short timebefore floated the stars and bars he pulled off his cap and shoutedat the top of his lungsHaving thus given vent to his feelings of exultation in obedience toorders he commenced the removal of his battery on board the Trenton Itwas two days work to accomplish this but Frank who was impatient tosee the inside of the fortifications worked with a will and finally thebattery was mounted in its old position On the following day theTrenton moved down the river and came to anchor in front of VicksburgShore liberty was granted and Frank in company with several of hisbrother officers strolled about the city On every side the houses borethe marks of Union shot and shell and the streets were blocked withfortifications showing that had the city been taken by storm it wasthe intention of the rebels to dispute every inch of the ground Everything bore evidence to the fact that the fight had been a most desperateone that the rebels had surrendered only when they found that it wasimpossible to hold out longerIn some places the streets ran through deep cuts in the bank and inthese banks were the famous gopher holes They were caves dug inthe ground into which a person if he happened to hear a shell comingmight run for safety Outside the city the fortifications were mostextensive riflepits ran in every direction flanked by strong fortswhose battered walls attested the fury of the iron hail that had beenpoured upon them It was night before Frank was aware of it sointerested was he in every thing about him and he returned on board hisvessel weary with his long walk but amply repaid by seeing the insideof what its rebel occupants had called the Gibraltar of AmericaDuring the next two days several vessels of the squadron passed thecity on their way to new fields of action further down the river Oneof themthe Boxer a tinclad mounting eight gunshad Frank on boardHe had been detached from the Trenton and ordered to join this vesselwhich had been assigned a station a short distance below Grand Gulf Asusual he had no difficulty in becoming acquainted with his newmessmates and he soon felt perfectly at home among them He found ashe had done in every other mess of which he had been a member thatthere was the usual amount of wrangling and disputing and it amused himexceedingly All the mess seemed to be indignant at the caterer who didnot appear to stand very high in their estimation The latter helearned had just made an assessment upon the mess to the amount often dollars for each member and as there was no paymaster on board theofficers had but very little ready money and were anxious to know whereall the funds paid into the treasury went to He also found that thecaterers authority was not as much respected as he had a right toclaim for during the very first meal Frank ate in the mess a disputearose which threatened for a time to end in the whole matter beingcarried before the captainOne of the members of the mess who was temporarily attached to thevessel was a pilot who had been pressed into the service He was agenuine rebel and frequently said that he was called a traitor becausehe was in favor of allowing the South to peaceably withdraw from theUnion The doctor a little fat jolly man and a thorough Unionistwho believed in handling all rebels without gloves took up the swordand the debate that followed was long and stormy The pilot as itproved hardly knew the reasons why the South had attempted to secedeand was constantly clinching his arguments by saying Men who knowmore and who have done more fighting during this war than you DoctorBrown say that they have a right to do so The debate waxed

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet BOOK II CARDINAL GRANVELLAANTHONY PERENOT Bishop of Arras subsequently Archbishop of Malinesand Metropolitan of all the Netherlands who under the name of CardinalGranvella has been immortalized by the hatred of his contemporarieswas born in the year 1516 at Besancon in Burgundy His fatherNicolaus Perenot the son of a blacksmith had risen by his own meritsto be the private secretary of Margaret Duchess of Savoy at that timeregent of the Netherlands In this post he was noticed for his habitsof business by Charles V who took him into his own service andemployed him in several important negotiations For twenty years he wasa member of the Emperors cabinet and filled the offices of privycounsellor and keeper of the kings seal and shared in all the statesecrets of that monarch He acquired a large fortune His honorshis influence and his political knowledge were inherited by his sonAnthony Perenot who in his early years gave proofs of the greatcapacity which subsequently opened to him so distinguished a careerAnthony had cultivated at several colleges the talents with which naturehad so lavishly endowed him and in some respects had an advantage overhis father He soon showed that his own abilities were sufficient tomaintain the advantageous position which the merits of another hadprocured him He was twentyfour years old when the Emperor sent him ashis plenipotentiary to the ecclesiastical council of Trent where hedelivered the first specimen of that eloquence which in the sequel gavehim so complete an ascendancy over two kings Charles employed him inseveral difficult embassies the duties of which he fulfilled to thesatisfaction of his sovereign and when finally that Emperor resignedthe sceptre to his son he made that costly present complete by givinghim a minister who could help him to wield itGranvella opened his new career at once with the greatest masterpiece ofpolitical genius in passing so easily from the favor of such a fatherinto equal consideration with such a son And he soon proved himselfdeserving of it At the secret negotiations of which the Duchess ofLorraine had in 1558 been the medium between the French and Spanishministers at Peronne he planned conjointly with the Cardinal ofLorraine that conspiracy against the Protestants which was afterwardsmatured but also betrayed at ChateauCambray where Perenot likewiseassisted in effecting the socalled peaceA deeply penetrating comprehensive intellect an unusual facility inconducting great and intricate affairs and the most extensive learningwere wonderfully united in this man with persevering industry and neverwearying patience while his enterprising genius was associated withthoughtful mechanical regularity Day and night the state found himvigilant and collected the most important and the most insignificantthings were alike weighed by him with scrupulous attention Notunfrequently he employed five secretaries at one time dictating to themin different languages of which he is said to have spoken seven Whathis penetrating mind had slowly matured acquired in his lips both forceand grace and truth set forth by his persuasive eloquenceirresistibly carried away all hearers He was tempted by noneof the passions which make slaves of most men His integrity wasincorruptible With shrewd penetration he saw through the dispositionof his master and could read in his features his whole train ofthought and as it were the approaching form in the shadow whichoutran it With an artifice rich in resources he came to the aid ofPhilips more inactive mind formed into perfect thought his masterscrude ideas while they yet hung on his lips and liberally allowed himthe glory of the invention Granvella understood the difficult anduseful art of depreciating his own talents of making his own genius theseeming slave of another thus he ruled while he concealed his sway Inthis manner only could Philip II be governed Content with a silentbut real power Granvella did not grasp insatiably at new and outwardmarks of it which with lesser minds are ever the most coveted objectsbut every new distinction seemed to sit upon him as easily as theoldest No wonder if such extraordinary endowments had alone gained himthe favor of his master but a large and valuable treasure of politicalsecrets and experiences which the active life of Charles V hadaccumulated and had deposited in the mind of this man made himindispensable to his successor Selfsufficient as the latter was andaccustomeded to confide in his own understanding his timid andcrouching policy was fain to lean on a superior mind and to aid its ownirresolution not only by precedent but also by the influence and exampleof another No political matter which concerned the royal interesteven when Philip himself was in the Netherlands was decided without theintervention of Granvella and when the king embarked for Spain he madethe new regent the same valuable present of the minister which hehimself had received from the Emperor his fatherCommon as it is for despotic princes to bestow unlimited confidence onthe creatures whom they have raised from the dust and of whosegreatness they themselves are in a measure the creators the presentis no ordinary instance preeminent must have been the qualities whichcould so far conquer the selfish reserve of such a character as Philipsas to gain his confidence nay even to win him into familiarity Theslightest ebullition of the most allowable selfrespect which mighthave tempted him to assert however slightly his claim to any ideawhich the king had once ennobled as his own would have cost him hiswhole influence He might gratify without restraint the lowest passionsof voluptuousness of rapacity and of revenge but the only one inwhich he really took delight the sweet consciousness of his ownsuperiority and power he was constrained carefully to conceal from thesuspicious glance of the

This eBook was produced by Jim Weiler xooqicom Five Thousand Miles Underground OrThe Mystery of the Centre of the Earthby Roy Rockwood 1908 CHAPTER I WASHINGTON BACKS OUTWASHINGTON I say WashingtonThroughout a big shed filled for the most part with huge pieces ofmachinery echoed the voice of Professor Amos Henderson He did notlook up from a small engine over which he was bendingWashington Where are you Why dont you answer meFrom somewhere underneath an immense pile of iron steel and aluminumcame the voice of a colored manYas sir Perfesser Ise goin t saggasiate my bodily presence inyo contiguous proximity an attend t yo immediate conglomeratedprescriptions at th predistined period Yas sirWell Washington if you had started when you began that long speechyou would have been at least half way here by this time Hurry upNever mind tightning those bolts now Find the boys I need them tohelp me with this engine They must be around somewhereI seen em goin fishin down by th brook a little while agoanswered the negro crawling out from under what seemed to be acombined airship and watercraft Jack says as how yo gived himpermission t occupy his indisputatious period of levity inendeavorin t extract from th liquid element some specimens ofswimmin creaturesIf you mean I said he and Mark could go fishing in the brook youreright Washington replied the professor with a smile But you wastea lot of time and breath trying to say it Why dont you give upusing big wordsI reckon I was brought up t it replied the colored man grinningfrom ear to ear He did not always use big words but when he did theywere generally the wrong ones Sometimes he spoke quite correctlyWell I suppose you cant help it resumed Mr Henderson Howevernever mind that Find the boys and send them to meWith th least appreciatableness amount of postponement answeredthe messenger and he went outWashington White who in color was just the opposite to his name ageneral helper and companion to Professor Henderson found MarkSampson and Jack Darrow about a quarter of a mile from the big shedwhich was in the center of a wooded island off the coast of Maine Thelads were seated on the bank of a small brook fishingPerfesser wants yo immediate said WashingtonBut we havent caught a single fish objected MarkThems the orders from headquarters replied the colored man Yoboth got t project yoselves in th vicinity of th machine shop Ireckon th new fangled contraption that th perfesser is goin tnavigate th air an sail th angry seas in am about done He wantst try th engineCome on then said Jack We probably would not catch any fishanyhow MarkAccompanied by Washington the youths each of whom was about eighteenyears old started toward the big shedWhile they are on their way opportunity may be taken to tell a littleabout them as well as about Washington and the professor and thecurious craft on which the scientist was workingA few years before this story opens Mr Henderson had invented awonderful electric airship He had it about completed when one dayhe and the two boys became unexpectedly acquainted and as itdeveloped friendsMark and Jack were orphans After having rather a hard time knockingabout the world trying to make a living they chanced to meet andresolved to cast their lots together They boarded a freight trainand as told in the first volume of this series entitled Throughthe Air to the North Pole or the Wonderful Cruise of the ElectricMonarch the cars were wrecked near where Professor Henderson wasbuilding his strange craftThe boys were cared for by the scientist and after their recoveryfrom hurts received in the collision they accepted his invitation tomake the trip through the upper regions in the airship to search forthe north pole With them went Andy Sudds an old hunter and TomSmith and Bill Jones two farmers but who were hired as helpers onthe voyage The party had many adventures on the trip having battleswith savage animals and more savage Esquimaux and were tossed aboutin terrible storms After making some scientific observations whichthe professor was much interested in they started back homeHaving found he could successfully sail in the air Mr Hendersonresolved to try what it might be like under waterHe moved his machine shop to a lonely spot on the Maine coast andthere with the help of the boys Washington Andy and two machinistsconstructed a submarine boat called the PorpoiseIn this the professor resolved to seek the south pole he having atheory that it was surrounded by an open sea After much hard work thePorpoise was made ready for the voyageWhat occurred on this great trip is described in the second book ofthis series called Under the Ocean to the South Pole or the StrangeCruise of the Submarine Wonder In that is told how once more Tom andBill with Andy the boys and Washington accompanying ProfessorHenderson had many thrilling experiencesThey were caught in the grip of the grass of the terrible SargassoSea Monstrous suckers grasped the boat in their powerful arms andhad to be fought off They were caught in a sea of boiling water andimprisoned between big fields of iceBy means of strong diving suits they were able to leave the ship andwalk about on the bottom of the sea They visited a graveyard ofsunken ships saw many strange monsters as well as many beautiful fishin the great depths to which they sunk Many times they were in direperil but the resources of the professor the bravery and daring ofthe boys no less than the help Washington and Andy Sudds the hunterrendered at times brought them throughThose of you who read of their adventures will recall the strangeisland which they came upon in the Atlantic Ocean far from the coastof South AmericaWhen they first drew near this island they were almost sucked into thedepths of a great whirlpool caused by water pouring down

Scanned by Sean Pobuda jpobudaadelphianetNo 2 of a seriesTHE GIRL AVIATORS ON GOLDEN WINGSBy Margaret BurnhamCHAPTER ITHE GREAT ALKALIAnd so this is the great Nevada desertPeggy Prescott wrinkled her nose rather disdainfully as she gazedfrom the open window of the car out over the white glitteringexpansedotted here and there with gloomylooking clumps of sagebrushthrough which they had been traveling for some little timepastThis is it nodded her brother Roy what do you think of itsisUmer I shall have to wait a while before I answer thatrejoined Peggy judiciallyWell heres Jimsy lets ask him cried Roy as a lad of his ownage accompanied by a slender graceful girl came down the aisle ofthe car and approached the section in which the two young Prescottswere sittingJimsy Bancroft demanded Roy we are now on the great Nevadadesert or on the edge of it Does it meet with your approvalTheres plenty of it anyhow laughed Jimsy and really its verymuch like what I expected it would beI feel like a regular cowgirl oraerwell what the newspaperscall a typical Westerner already said Jess Bancroft JimsyssisterOnly typical Westerners dont protect their delicate complexionsfrom dust with cold cream laughed Peggy holding up a fingerreprovingly As if any beauty magazine wont tell you its awomans duty to take the greatest care of her complexion parriedJess Roy and I have been sitting out on the observation platformon the last coachthat is we sat there till the dust drove us inShe shook the folds of a long light pongee automobile coat she woreand a little cloud of dust arose They all coughed as the pungentstuff circulatedUgh cried Roy it makes your eyes smartThats the alkali in it quoth Jimsy sagely alkali isVery unpleasant coughed PeggyBut as we are likely to have to endure it for the next few weeksstruck in Roy we might as well lose no time in getting accustomedto itWell girls and boys came a deep pleasant voice behind them weshall be in Blue Creek in a short time now so gather up yourbelongings Ill take care of the aeroplane outfits and the otherstuff in the baggage car he went on and here comes Miss PrescottnowThe lady referred to was a sweetfaced woman of some fifty years ofage though it was easy to see that the years had dealt kindly withher during her placid life in the village of Sandy Beach on LongIsland New York where she had made her home Miss Prescott wasthe aunt of the two Prescott children and since their fathersdeath some time before had been both mother and father to themtheirown mother having passed away when they were but small childrenAs readers of the first volume of this series know Mr Prescott hadbeen an inventor of some distinction Dying he had confided to hisson and daughter his plans for a noncapsizable aeroplane of greatpower His son had promised to carry on the work and had devotedhis legacy to this purposeIn that volume which was called The Girl Aviators and the PhantomAirship it will be recalled it was told how Peggy had been ofmaterial aid to her brother in his plans and hopes and had inreality saved the day for him when he fell into the hands of someenemies This occurred on the eve of a great aeroplane contest inwhich Roy had entered in the hopes of winning the first prize Withthe money thus obtained he planned to pay off a mortgage held onMiss Prescotts home by an unscrupulous old banker whose son wasthe prime mover in the plots against RoyOne of the means adopted to force him to sell his secrets was themanipulation of a phantom aeroplane which for a time sadly puzzledthe lad and his sister The mystery was solved in a strange wayhowever and almost at the same time the baffling problem of whathad become of Mrs Bancrofts jewels was also unraveled All thisdid not take place without many adventures being encountered by thefour chums Among these was the encounter with the old hermit PeterBell who through Peggys agency was restored to his brotherJames Bell the millionaire western mining manJames Bell became much interested in the Prescotts and theiraeroplanes Finally he made an advantageous proposal to Roy totravel West and operate for him a line of aeroplanes from somedesert mines he had discovered on a trip which almost cost him hislife As autos could not cross the alkali and transportation ofthe product by wagons would have been prohibitive in cost as wellas almost impossible to achieve Mr Bell had hit on the happy ideaof conveying the precious product of his property by aeroplaneAt the same time it so happened that Mr Bancroft the father ofJess and Jimsy was summoned West by an important railroad dealThis being the case Jess and Jimsy at once set to work plotting howthey could gain their fathers consent to their accompanying Peggyand Roy It was finally gained although Mrs Bancroft shook herhead over the matter and at first would by no means hear of sucha thing But Mr Bancroft urged that it would be a good thing forthe children to see the great West and that as Miss Prescott was toaccompany the party there would be no risk of their running wildBut while the youngsters had all been so eager for the time to comefor starting on their long journey that they could hardly eat muchless sleep Miss Prescott had viewed with alarm the prospects aheadof her In her mind the West was a vague jumble of rough cowboysIndians highwaymen and desperate characters in general But therewas no help for it In addition to feeling it was her duty toaccompany her young charges her physician had also recommended herto seek the dry rarefied air of the great Nevada plateauIt will be the very thing for your lungs my dear madame he hadsaid they are by no means as strong as I could wishOh but doctor the Indians thethe

Etext prepared by Project Gutenberg Distributed ProofreadersGEOFFREY STRONGByLaura E RichardsAuthor ofCaptain January Melody Marie etc TO Richard Sullivan KINDEST OF UNCLES FRIENDS AND CRITICS THIS STORY IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATEDCONTENTSCHAPTER I THE TEMPLE OF VESTA II THE YOUNG DOCTOR III GARDEN FANCIES IV MOSTLY PROFESSIONAL V LETTERWRITING AND HYSTERICS VI INFORMATION VII FESTIVITYVIII REVELATION IX SIDE LIGHTS X OVER THE WAY XI BROKEN BONES XII CONVALESCENCEXIII RECOVERYILLUSTRATIONSHe paddled on in silenceThe young doctor glancing around saw all these thingsHe stood looking at her his hand still on the hammock ropeThere he comes full chisel cried Ithuriel ButtersCHAPTER ITHE TEMPLE OF VESTAThats a pleasant looking house said the young doctor Whatsthe matter with my getting taken in thereThe old doctor checked his horse and looked at the house with asmileNothing in the world he said except the small fact that theywouldnt take youWhy not asked the young man vivaciously Too rich too proudtoo young too old whats the matter with themThe old doctor laughed outright this time You young firebrand hesaid Do you think you are going to take this village by stormThat house is the Temple of Vesta It is inhabited by the VestalVirgins who tend the sacred fire and do other things beside Youmight as well ask to be taken into the meetinghouse to boardThis is more attractive than the meetinghouse said the youngdoctor This is one of the most attractive houses I ever sawHe looked at it earnestly and as they drove along the elmshadedstreet he turned in his seat to look at it againIt certainly was an attractive house Its front of bright clean redbrick was perhaps too near the street but the garden whose talllilac and syringa bushes waved over the top of the high wall musthe thought run back some way and from the west windows there mustbe a glorious seaviewThe house looked both genteel and benevolent The white stone stepsand windowsills and the white fan over the door gave a certaineffect of clean linen that was singularly pleasing The young doctorunlike Doctor Johnson had a passion for clean linen The knockertoo was of the graceful long oval shape he liked and burnished tothe last point of perfection and the shining windows were so placedas to give an air of cheerful interrogation to the wholeI like that house said the young doctor again Tell me about thepeopleAgain the old doctor laughed I tell you they are the Vestal Virginshe repeated There are two of them Miss Phoebe and Miss Vesta BlythMiss Phoebe is as good as gold but something of a manhater Shedoesnt think much of the sex in general but she is a good friendof mine and shell be good to you for my sake Miss Vestatheyoung doctor who was observant noted a slight change in his heartyvoiceVesta Blyth is a saintWhat kind of saint invalid bedridden blindNo no no saints dont all have to be bedridden Vesta is ayoumight call her Saint Placidia Her life has been shadowed She wasonce engagedto a very worthy young manthirty years ago The daybefore the wedding he was drowned sailboat capsized in a squalljust in the bay here Since then she keeps a light burning in theback hall looking over the water Thats why I call the house theTemple of VestaDay and nightNo no lights it at sunset every evening regularly Sun dipsVesta lights her lamp Pretty I think soAffecting certainly said the young doctor And she has mournedher lover ever sinceThe old doctor gave him a quaint look People dont mourn thirtyyears he said unless their minds are diseased Women mournlonger than men of course but ten years would be a long limiteven for a woman Memory of course may last as long as lifesacredand tender memoryhis voice dropped a little and he passed hishand across his foreheadbut not mourning Vesta is a littlepensive a little silent more habit than anything else now A sweetwoman the sweetestThe old doctor seemed to forget his companion and flicked the oldbrown horse pensively as they jogged along saying no moreThe young doctor waited a little before he put his next questionThe two ladies live alone alwaysYesno said the old doctor coming out of his reverie TheresDiploma Crotty help tyrant governorinchief of the kitchen Nowand then she thinks theyd better have a visitor and tells them sobut not very often it upsets her kitchen But here we are at theparsonage and Ill take you inThe young doctor made his visit at the parsonage dutifully andcarefully He meant to make a good impression wherever he went Itwas no such easy matter to take the place of the old doctor whoafter a lifetime of faithful and loving work had been ordered offfor a years rest and travel but the young doctor had plenty ofcourage and meant to do his best He answered evasively the inquiryof the ministers wife as to where he meant to board and though henoted down carefully the addresses she gave him of nice motherlywomen who would keep his things in order and have an eye to him incase he should be ailing he did not intend to trouble these goodladies if he could help himselfI want to live in that brick house he said to himself Ill havea try for it anyhow The old ladies cant be insulted by my tellingthem they have the best house in the villageAfter dinner he went for a walk and strolled along the pleasantshady street There were many good houses for Elmerton was an oldvillage Vessels had come into her harbour in bygone days andsubstantial merchant captains had built the comfortable roomymansions which stretched their ample fronts under the drooping elmswhile their back windows looked out over the sea breaking at thevery foot of their garden walls But there was no house that comparedin the young doctors mind with the Temple of Vesta He was walkingslowly past it admiring the delicate tracery on the whitewindowsills when the

Copyright C 2002 by LightheartThe Gospel of Johnfor ReadersEditors PrefaceWe must know before we can love In order to know God we must oftenthink of Him And when we come to love Him we shall then also think ofHim often for our heart will be with our treasure BrotherLawrences The Practice of the Presence of GodThe way to know God is by reading the gospels Gospel is interpretedGood News Gods good news to His world It is the new testament andperspective we must have in order to know and love Him as He means usto know and love HimThe gospel of John is called the gospel of love And indeed it is alove story written by that disciple whose heart was totallysurrendered Brother Lawrence whose heart was also totallysurrendered was a great believer in doing what was most practicalsimple and directMay this version of The Gospel of John a readers version help us allto see the exquisite beauty and simple yet practical message of Godsgood news through eyes of lovein His gentle serviceLightheartPracticeGodsPresencecomAugust 2002The Gospel of John1 In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God andthe Word was God The same was in the beginning with God All thingswere made by Him Without Him was not any thing made that was made InHim was life and the life was the light of men The light shineth indarkness and the darkness comprehended it notThere was a man sent from God whose name was John He came to barewitness of the Light that all men through Him might believe John wasnot that Light but was sent to bear witness of that Light That wasthe true Light which lighteth every man that cometh into the world Hewas in the world and the world was made by Him and the world knew Himnot He came unto His own and His own received Him not But as many asreceived Him to them He gave power to become the sons of God even tothem that believe on His name those who were born not of blood nor ofthe will of the flesh nor of the will of man but of God And the Wordwas made flesh and dwelt among us And we beheld His glory the gloryas of the only begotten son of the Father full of grace and truthJohn bore witness of Him and cried saying This was He of whom Ispoke He that cometh after me is preferred before me because He wasbefore me We have all received of His fullness grace for grace Forthe law was given by Moses but grace and truth came by Jesus ChristNo man hath seen God at any time The only begotten Son which is inthe bosom of the Father hath declared HimAnd this is the record of John when the Jews sent priests and Levitesfrom Jerusalem to ask him Who art thou And he confessed and did notdeny He confessed I am not the Christ And they asked him What thenArt thou Elias And he saith I am not Art thou that prophet And heanswered No Then said they unto him Who art thou that we may give ananswer to them that sent us What sayest thou of thyself He said I amthe voice of one crying in the wilderness Make straight the way of theLord as was said by the prophet Esaias And they who were sent by thePharisees asked him Why baptizest thou then if thou be not that Christnor Elias nor that prophetJohn answered them saying I baptize with water but there standeth Oneamong you whom ye know not He it is who coming after me ispreferred before me and whose foot straps I am not worthy to unlooseThese things were done in Bethabara beyond Jordan where John wasbaptizing When John saw Jesus coming toward him he saith Behold theLamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world This is He of whom Isaid After me cometh a man which is preferred before me because He wasbefore me I knew Him not except that He should be made manifest toIsrael Therefore I come baptizing with water John bore record sayingI saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove and it abode uponHim I knew Him not except that He who sent me to baptize with watersaid to me Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending andremaining on Him this is He which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost I sawHim and bare record that this is the Son of GodThe next day John and two of his disciples saw Jesus as He walked Johnsaid Behold the Lamb of God The two disciples heard John speak andfollowed Jesus Jesus turned saw them following and saith unto themWhat seek ye They said to Him Rabbi which is interpreted Masterwhere dwellest Thou He saith unto them Come and see They came andsaw where He dwelt and abode with Him that day It was about the tenthhourOne of the two which heard John speak and followed Jesus was AndrewSimon Peters brother First he findeth his own brother Simon andsaith to him We have found the messias which is interpreted theChrist and he brought him to Jesus When Jesus beheld him He saidThou art Simon the son of Jona Thou shalt be called Cephas which isinterpreted a stoneA day later Jesus went forth into Galilee and findeth Philip and saithunto him Follow me Now Philip was of Bethsaida the city of Andrewand Peter Philip findeth Nathanael and saith unto him We have foundHim of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write Jesus ofNazareth the son of Joseph And Nathanael said unto him Can any goodthing come out of Nazareth Philip saith unto him Come and seeJesus saw Nathanael coming to Him and saith of him Behold an Israelitein whom is no guile Nathanael saith unto Him Whence knowest Thou meJesus answered and said unto him Before Philip called thee

Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamGLENLOCH GIRLSBy GRACE M REMICKAuthor of GLENLOCH GIRLS ABROAD GLENLOCH GIRLS CLUB GLENLOCH GIRLS AT CAMP WESTILLUSTRATED BY ADA C WILLLAMSONTo my little cousinKATHARINE McC REMICKwhose unfailing interest and appreciation have helped me to writethis bookIntroductionThis is the story of a pleasant winter in the lives of some everydaygirls and boys That doesnt sound exciting does it And yet ifyou stop to think you will remember that most girls and boys livecomparatively simple lives and that it is given only to a few tohave strange adventures and do valorous deeds Ruth Shirley oneof the girls expects to be very forlorn but finding a new homein Glenloch she is welcomed by the kindest of friends and becomesa Glenloch Girl in heart and name One of the boys is obliged tolearn the lesson of patience and courage when that which he mostprizes is taken away and he supposes it will never be regainedLike all the rest of us these young people have their follies andfaults On the whole however they are truthful goodnaturedpeaceable young citizens full of the business of the hour butbeginning already to plan for the mysterious future which to thempromises so much Those who are interested in the story of theirgood times together may be glad to read in Glenloch Girls Abroadhow Ruth meets her father what tidings she has from Glenloch andsomething of the new friends she makes on the other side of theocean They will be interested also in the further doings of TheSocial Six as they are related in Glenloch Girls Club And theadventures and good times of Glenloch Girls at Camp WestGRACE M REMICKCONTENTS I RUTHS FATHER II THREE CHUMS III THE NEWCOMER IV A NEW CLUB V THE SOCIAL SIX VI BAD NEWS AND GOOD VII CAPS AND APRONS VIII CHARLOTTES PROBLEMS IX OUT OF THE SNOW X CHRISTMAS PRESENTS XI ARTHUR COMES BACK XII LOST AND FOUND XIII MISS CYNTHIA XIV TINY ELSA XV PETER PAN XVI TELLING FORTUNES XVII UNCLE JERRYXVIII THOSE RIDICULOUS BOYS XIX HOME SWEET HOMEILLUSTRATIONSI WAS AFRAID YOU WERENT COMINGDO YOU PROMISE TO KEEP OUR SECRETSLET ME GIVE YOU YOUR PRESENT NOWITS VERY FINE AND BRAVE OF YOUIT HAPPENED AS SHE HAD WISHEDIS YOUR LEMONADE GOODTELL THEM YOUR NEWSCHAPTER IRUTHS FATHERJust as the key clicked in the lock and the front door openeda bright face peeped over the baluster from the hall above Whypapa said a dismayed voice youre very early and Im not dressedI wanted to be at the door to meet you tonight of all nightsIm sorry Im not welcome Ruthie said papa pretending tobe very much hurt Shall I go out and walk up and down the blockuntil you are ready to receive meNo indeed you absurd boy Ill be down there in three minutesand a half Dont get interested in a book will you for I wantto talk with youAil right my dear replied papa dutifully and Ruth flew off toher room to put the finishing touches to her toiletA few minutes later she appeared in the library with flushed cheeksand very bright eyes Now Popsy sit down here she said leadinghim to the big armchair and sitting down in front of him Do youknow what day this is sir she continued trying to look verysternI think I do he answered meekly its the seventeenth ofSeptember I believeAnd what day is that still more sternlyThat is why bless my soul so it is thatsYour birthday finished Ruth triumphantly And were going tocelebrate it just by ourselves You arent going out this eveningare you PopsyNo dear I shall be very glad to stay at home with you Iam afraid though that I shant be a very good birthday boy forthere are some business plans that are troubling me and I want totalk them over with youBusiness plans said Ruth surprised Why papa I never supposedI could help you about business plansThese particular plans have so much to do with you little girlthat its only fair to tell you about them before I decide Howeverwe wont talk about them until after dinner for Im as hungry asa bearWell do run upstairs and get ready now for dinner will be readyin a few minutes and Im dying to give you your birthday surpriseDear me I thought it was enough of a shock to have a birthdaywithout more surprises Give it to me by degrees please for inmy starving condition I cant bear muchRuth watched her father as he ran lightly up the stairs and wonderedif any other girl had such a great strong handsome papa Hesmy very best chum she said to herself and sometimes he doesntseem a bit older than I doJust as the maid announced dinner papa appeared and Ruth met himat the foot of the stairs with a sweeping courtesy He respondedwith a ceremonious bow and the proffer of his arm which Ruth tookwith great gravityArent we grand she said in a satisfied tone It makes me feeldreadfully grown up to have you treat me so politelyIll stop then laughed papa Fourteen is old enough and Idont want my girl to turn into a young lady just yetNow shut your eyes Popsy and dont look until I get you intoyour chair said Ruth as they reached the diningroom doorHer father obediently shut his eyes and Ruth led him to his placeat the table Then she slipped around to her own chair and clappingher hands said triumphantly Now lookOhooh gasped her father almost before he had opened hiseyes This is truly superb Ruth youre an artistMary helped me do it said Ruth smiling at the pretty maid butI planned it every bit myself I thought I would make it a pinkand white birthday because pink is your favorite colorMr Shirley looked at the pretty table with appreciative eyes Inthe centre a bowl of

Copyright C 2002 by Lightheart wwwPracticeGodsPresencecom The Gospel of Mark______________________________________________________________________1 The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ the Son of GodAs it is written in the prophets Behold I send my messenger whoshall prepare the way before thee The voice of one crying in thewilderness Prepare the way of the Lord make His paths straight Johndid baptize in the wilderness and preach the baptism of repentancefor the remission of sins After confessing their sins many from theland of Judaea and from Jerusalem were baptized by him in the river ofJordanJohn was clothed with camels hair and wore animal hides around hisloins and he ate locusts and wild honey He preached saying Therecomes one mightier than I the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthyto stoop down and unloose I have baptized you with water but He shallbaptize you with the Holy GhostAnd it came to pass in those days that Jesus came from Nazareth ofGalilee and was baptized by John in the river of Jordan Immediatelyupon His coming up out of the water John saw the heavens open and theSpirit like a dove descend upon Him And there came a voice fromheaven saying Thou art my beloved Son in whom I am well pleasedThe spirit drove Him into the wilderness There among wild beasts Hewas tempted by Satan for forty days Then the angels ministered toHim Now after that John was put in prison and Jesus came intoGalilee He began preaching the gospel of the kingdom of God andsaying The time is fulfilled The kingdom of God is at hand Repentand believe the gospelHe walked by the sea of Galilee He saw Simon and Andrew his brothercasting a net into the sea for they were fishermen And Jesus said tothem Come ye after me and I will make you fishers of men Immediatelythey left their nets and followed HimWhen He had gone on a little farther He saw James the son ofZebedee and John his brother in a boat mending their nets Jesuscalled them They immediately left their father Zebedee in the boatwith the hired servants and went after HimThey went into Capernaum On the sabbath day He entered the synagogueand taught And they were astonished at His doctrine for He taughtthem as one with authority and not as the scribes And in theirsynagogue there was a man with an unclean spirit He cried out andsaid Let us alone What have we to do with thee Jesus of NazarethArt thou come to destroy us I know who thou art the Holy One of GodAnd Jesus rebuked him and said Hold thy peace and come out of himAnd when the unclean spirit had torn him and cried with a loud voicehe came out of himThe people were amazed so much so that they questioned amongthemselves saying What is this What new doctrine is this He evencommands with authority the unclean spirits and they obey HimImmediately His fame spread throughout the region around GalileeAfter they left the synagogue they went to the house of Simon andAndrew Simons wifes mother lay sick with a fever and presentlythey told Jesus about her He came and took her by the hand Then Helifted her up and immediately the fever left her And she thenministered to themThat evening around sunset many people were brought to Him who werediseased and some who were possessed with devils And all the citygathered together at the door Jesus healed many that were sick ofdivers diseases He cast out many devils and did not allow the devilsto speak because they knew HimThe next morning rising before dawn He went to a solitary place topray Simon and those who were with him followed When they found Himthey said All men seek for thee And Jesus said to them Let us go onto the next towns that I may preach there also for therefore came IforthAnd Jesus preached in the synagogues throughout Galilee and cast outdevils There came to Him a leper Kneeling down and beseeching Himthe leper said If thou wilt thou can make me clean Jesus was movedwith compassion He put out His hand touched him and said I willBe thou cleanAnd as soon as He had spoken the leprosy departed and the man wascleansed Jesus directly charged him to say nothing to any man Jesussaid Go thy way Show thyself to the priest and offer for thycleansing those things which Moses commanded for a testimony to themBut he went out and began to broadcast the matter He said so muchthat Jesus could no more openly enter the city but had to stay out indesert places And they came to Him from every quarter2 After some days Jesus entered Capernaum again and His arrivalwas widely announced The people knew that He returned to the houseAnd immediately many gathered so much that there was no room toreceive them no not so much as outside the door Jesus preached theword to themThere came to Him one sick with palsy who was carried by four othersWhen they could not get near Jesus because of the crowd theyuncovered the roof above where Jesus stood Having broken throughthey lowered down the bed wherein the sick man lay When Jesus sawtheir faith He said to the sick man Son thy sins are forgiven theeThere were certain of the scribes sitting there They wondered Whydoes this man speak blasphemies Who can forgive sins but God onlyWhen Jesus realized that they so reasoned He said to them Why reasonye these things in your hearts Whether it is easier to say to thesick man Thy sins are forgiven thee or Arise Take up thy bed andwalkSo that ye

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnetDONOVAN PASHA AND SOME PEOPLE OF EGYPTBy Gilbert ParkerVolume 4A YOUNG LION OF DEDANHE WOULD NOT BE DENIEDTHE FLOWER OF THE FLOCKTHE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYSA YOUNG LION OF DEDANLooking from the minaret the Two could see far off the Pyramids ofGhizeh and Sakkara the wells of Helouan the Mokattam Hills the tombsof the Caliphs the Khedives palace at distant Abbasiyeh Nearer bythe life of the city was spread out Little green oases of palms emergedfrom the noisy desert of white stone and plaster The roofs of thehouses turned into gardens and promenades made of the huge superficialcity one broken irregular pavement Minarets of mosques stood up likegiant lampposts along these vast meandering streets Shiftlesshousewives lolled with unkempt hair on the housetops women of the haremlooked out of the little mushrabieh panels in the clattering narrowbazaarsJust at their feet was a mosqueone of the thousand nameless mosques ofCairo It was the season of Ramadan and a Friday the Sunday of theMahommedanthe GhimahThe Two were Donovan Pasha then English Secretary to the Khedivegenerally known as Little Dicky Donovan and Captain Renshaw of theAmerican Consulate There was no man in Egypt of so much importance asDonovan Pasha It was an importance which could neither be bought norsoldPresently Dicky touched the arm of his companion There it comes hesaidHis friend followed the nod of Dickys head and saw passing slowlythrough a street below a funeral procession Near a hundred blind menpreceded the bier chanting the deathphrases The bier was covered by afaded Persian shawl and it was carried by the poorest of the fellaheenthough in the crowd following were many richly attired merchants of thebazaars On a cart laden with bread and rice two fellaheen stood andhanded or tossed out food to the crowdtoken of a death in highplaces Vast numbers of people rambled behind chanting and a few womennear the bier tore their garments put dust on their heads and keptcrying Salem ala ahaliRemember us to our friendsWalking immediately behind the bier was one conspicuous figure and therewas a space around him which none invaded He was dressed in white likean Arabian Mahommedan and he wore the green turban of one who has beenthe pilgrimage to MeccaAt sight of him Dicky straightened himself with a little jerk and histongue clicked with satisfaction Isnt he thoughisnt he hesaid after a moment His lips pressed together curled in with a trickthey had when he was thinking hard planning thingsThe other forbore to question The notable figure had instantly arrestedhis attention and held it until it passed from viewIsnt he though Yankee Dicky repeated and pressed a knuckle intothe others waistcoatIsnt he whatIsnt he bullyin your own languageIn figure but I couldnt see his face distinctlyYoull see that presently You could cut a whole Egyptian Ministry outof that face and have enough left for an American president or the headof the Salvation Army In all the years Ive spent here Ive never seenone that could compare with him in nature character and force A fewlike him in Egypt and thered be no need for the moneybarbers ofEuropeHe seems an ooster hereyou know himDo I Dicky paused and squinted up at the tall Southerner What doyou suppose I brought you out from your Consulate for to seethe viewfrom Ebn Mahmoud And you call yourself a cute YankeeIm no more a Yankee than you are as Ive told you before answeredthe American with a touch of impatience yet smilingly Im from SouthCarolina the first State that secededAnyhow Im going to call you Yankee to keep you nicely disguisedThis is the land of disguisesThen we did not come out to see the view the other drawled Therewas a quickening of the eye a drooping of the lid which betrayed asudden interest a sense of adventureDicky laid his head back and laughed noiselessly My dear Renshawwith all Europe worrying Ismail with France in the butlers pantry andEngland at the front door do the bowab and the sarraf go out to take airon the housetops and watch the sun set on the Pyramids and make arainbow of the desert I am the bowab and the sarraf the manofallwork the Jackofalltrades the confidential to the Orientalspendthrift Am I a dog to bay the moonhave I the soul of a touristfrom Liverpool or PoughkeepsieThe lanky Southerner gripped his arm Theres a hunting song of theSouth he said and the last line is The hound that never tiresYou are that Donovan PashaI am little Dicky Donovan so they say interrupted the otherYou are the weight that steadies things in this shaky Egypt You areyou and youve brought me out here because theres work of some kind todo and becauseAnd because youre an American and we speak the same languageAnd our Consulate is all right if needed whatever it is Youveplayed a square game in Egypt Youre the only man in office who hasntgot rich out of her andIm not in officeYoure the power behind the throne youreIm helplessworse than helpless Yankee Ive spent years of my lifehere Ive tried to be of some use and play a good game for Englandand keep a conscience too but its been no real good Ive only stavedoff the crash Im helpless now Thats why Im hereHe leaned forward and looked out of the minaret and down towards thegreat locked gates of the empty mosqueRenshaw put his hand on Dickys shoulder Its the man in white yonderyoure afterDicky nodded It was no use as long as she lived But shes deadherface was under that old Persian shawland Im going to try it onTry what onLast night I heard she was sick I heard at noon today that she wasgone and then I got you to come out and see the

Produced by Beth Constantine Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA GIRL OF THE PEOPLEBYL T MEADECHAPTER IYou have kept us waiting an age Come along Bet doShe aint going to funk it surelyNo no not sheshes a good un Bet iscome along Bet JoeWilkins is waiting for us round the corner and he says Sam is to bethere and Jimmy and Hester Wright do come along nowWill Hester Wright sing suddenly demanded the girl who was beingassailed by all these remarksYes tiptop a new song from one of the music halls in London Nowthen be you coming or not BetNo no shes funking it suddenly called out a dancing little spriteof a newspaper girl She came up close to Bet as she spoke and shooka dirty hand in her face and gazed up at her with two mirthfulteasing wicked black eyes Bets funking itshes a mammysgirlshes tied to her mammys apronstrings heheheThe other girls all joined in the laugh and Bet who was standingstolid and straight in the centre of the group first flushed angrilythen turned pale and bit her lipsI aint funking she said nobody can ever say as theres any funkabout metheres my share GoodnightShe tossed a shilling on to the pavement and before the astonishedgirls could intercept her turned on her heel and marched awayA mocking laugh or two floated after her on the night air then theblackeyed girl picked up the shilling said Bet was a good unthough she wor that contrairy and the whole party set off singingand shouting up the narrow street of this particular Liverpool slumBet when she left her companions walked quickly in the direction ofthe docks the pallor still continued on her brown cheeks and a dazedexpression filled her heavy eyesThey clinched it when they said I wor a mammys girl she mutteredThere aint no funk in me but there was a look about mother thismorning that I couldnt abear No I aint a mammys girl not IThere was never nought so good about me and I have give away my lastshillingflung it into the gutter Well never mind I aint tiedto nobodys apronstringsno not I Wish I wor wish I worShe walked on not too fast holding herself very stiff and erect nowShe was a tall girl made on a large and generous scale her head waswell set on a pair of shapely shoulders and her coils of redbrownhair were twisted tightly round her massive headBet said a young lad as he rushed up the streethaha handsomeBet give us a kiss will yeBet rewarded him with a smart cuff across his face and marched onmore defiant than everAs she paused at a certain door a sweetlooking girl with a white facedressed in the garb of a Sister came outAh Elizabeth I am glad you have arrived she said I have justleft your mother she has been crying for you andandshe is veryill indeedOh I know that Sister Mary let me go upstairs nowBet pushed past the girl almost rudely and ascended the dark ricketystairs with a light step Her head was held very far back and in hereyes there was a curious mixture of defiance softness and despairTwo little boys with the same reddishbrown hair as hers were playingnoisily on the fourth landing They made a rush at Bet when they sawher climbed up her like little cats and half strangled her with theirthin halfnaked armsBet Bet I say mothers awful bad Bet speak to Nat he stole mymarble he did Fie on you Capn you shouldnt have done itI like that shouted the ragged boy addressed as Capn You tookit from me first you know you did GenralIf mothers bad you shouldnt make a noise said Bet flinging thetwo little boys away with no particular gentleness There of courseIll kiss you Genralpoor little lad Go down now and play on thenext landing and keep quiet for the next ten minutes if its in youBet whispered the youngest boy who was known as Capn shallI tell yer what mother did this morningNo no I dont want to heargo downstairs and keep quiet _do_Oh yerll be in such a steaming rage She burnt yer book yer _JaneEyre_ as yer wor readinglor it were finethe bit as you readto the Genral and me but she said as it wor a hellfire book andshe burnt itI seed her and so did the Genralshe pushed it betweenthe bars with the poker She got up in her nightthings to do it andthen she got back to bed again and she panted for nearly an hourafterdidnt she GenralYesyescome along come along Look at Bet shes going to strikesome unlook at her didnt we say as shed be in a steaming rageCome CapnThe little boys scuttled downstairs shouting and tumbling over oneanother in their flight Bet stood perfectly still on the landing Theboys were right when they said she would be in a rage her heart beatheavily her face was white and for an instant she pressed her foreheadagainst the door of her mothers room and clenched her teethThe book burnt the poor book which had given her pleasure and whichshe had saved up her pence to buythe book which had drawn her outof herself and made her forget her wretched surroundings committedto the flamesignominiously destroyed and called bad names tooHow dared her mother do it how dared she The girls were right whenthey said she was tied to apronstringsshe was she was But shewould bear it no longer She would show her mother that she wouldsubmit to no leadingthat she Elizabeth Granger the handsomestnewspaper girl in Liverpool was a woman and her own mistressShe oughtnt to have done it halfgroaned Bet The poor book AndIll never know now whats come to Jane and RochesterIll never knowIt cuts me to the quick Mother oughtnt to take pleasure from onelike that but its all of a piece Well Ill go in and say goodnight to her and then Ill go back to the girls Im

Produced by Charles Aldarondo Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration THE RED GLEAM FROM THE BLAZING LOGS FELL UPON HERSHINING HAIR IT GLISTENED LIKE GOLD SHE WORE A SIMPLE EVENING GOWNOF WHITEGREEN FANCYBYGEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONAUTHOR OF GRAUSTARK THE HOLLOW OF HER HANDTHE PRINCE OF GRAUSTARK ETCWITH FRONTISPIECE BYC ALLAN GILBERTNEW YORK1917CONTENTSI THE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER MEET AND PART ON THE HIGHWAYII THE FIRST WAYFARER LAYS HIS PACK ASIDE AND FALLS IN WITH FRIENDSIII MR RUSHCROFT DISSOLVES MR JONES INTERVENES AND TWO MEN RIDE AWAYIV AN EXTRAORDINARY CHAMBERMAID A MIDNIGHT TRAGEDY AND A MAN WHO SAID THANK YOUV THE FARMBOY TELLS A GHASTLY STORY AND AN IRISHMAN ENTERSVI CHARITY BEGINS FAR FROM HOME AND A STROLL IN THE WILDWOOD FOLLOWSVII SPUNGOLD HAIR BLUE EYES AND VARIOUS ENCOUNTERSVIII A NOTE SOME FANCIES AND AN EXPEDITION IN QUEST OF FACTSIX THE FIRST WAYFARER THE SECOND WAYFARER AND THE SPIRIT OF CHIVALRY ASCENDANTX THE PRISONER OF GREEN FANCY AND THE LAMENT OF PETER THE CHAUFFEURXI MR SPROUSE ABANDONS LITERATURE AT AN EARLY HOUR IN THE MORNINGXII THE FIRST WAYFARER ACCEPTS AN INVITATION AND MR DILLINGFORD BELABORS A PROXYXIII THE SECOND WAYFARER RECEIVES TWO VISITORS AT MIDNIGHTXIV A FLIGHT A STONECUTTERS SHED AND A VOICE OUTSIDEXV LARGE BODIES MOVE SLOWLYBUT MR SPROUSE WAS SMALLER THAN THE AVERAGEXVI THE FIRST WAYFARER VISITS A SHRINE CONFESSES AND TAKES AN OATHXVII THE SECOND WAYFARER IS TRANSFORMED AND MARRIAGE IS FLOUTEDXVIII MR SPROUSE CONTINUES TO BE PERPLEXING BUT PUTS HIS NOSE TO THE GROUNDXIX A TRIP BY NIGHT A SUPPER AND A LATE ARRIVALXX THE FIRST WAYFARER HAS ONE TREASURE THRUST UPON HIMAND FORTHWITH CLAIMS ANOTHERXXI THE END IN SIGHTCHAPTER ITHE FIRST WAYFARER AND THE SECOND WAYFARER MEET AND PART ON THEHIGHWAYA solitary figure trudged along the narrow road that wound itsserpentinous way through the dismal forbidding depths of the foresta man who though weary and footsore lagged not in his swiftresolute advance Night was coming on and with it the no uncertainprospects of storm Through the foliage that overhung the wretchedroad his everlifting and apprehensive eye caught sight of thethunderblack lowlying clouds that swept over the mountain and boredown upon the green whistling tops of the trees At a crossroadbelow he had encountered a small girl driving homeward the cows Shewas afraid of the big strange man with the bundle on his back and thestout walking stick in his hand to her a remarkable creature who woreknee pants and stockings like a boy on Sunday and hobnail shoesand a funny coat with pleats and a belt and a green hat with afeather sticking up from the band His agreeable voice and his amiablesmile had no charm for her He merely wanted to know how far it was tothe nearest village but she stared in alarm and edged away as ifpreparing to break into mad flight the instant she was safely past himwith a clear way aheadDont be afraid he said gently And here Catch it if you can Hetossed a coin across the road It struck at her feet and rolled intothe high grass She did not divert her gaze for the fraction of asecond Im a stranger up here and I want to find some place to sleepfor the night Surely you have a tongue havent you By dint ofpersuasive smiles and smirks that would have sickened him at any othertime he finally induced her to say that if he kept right on until hecame to the turnpike he would find a signpost telling him where toget gasoleneBut I dont want gasolene I want bread and butter he saidWell you can git bread an butter there too she said Food ferman an beast it saysA hotelWhutA boardinghouse he substitutedIts a shindy she said painfully Men get drunk there Pap callsit a tavern but Ma says its a shindyA roadhouse eh She was puzzledand silent Thank you Youllfind the quarter in the grass GoodbyeHe lifted his queer green hat and strode away too much of a gentlemanto embarrass her by looking back If he had done so he would have seenher grubbing stealthily in the grass not with her brown little handsbut with the wriggling toes of a bare foot on which the mud perhapsof yesterday had caked She was too proud to stoopAt last he came to the pike and there sure enough was the signpost A huge crudely painted hand pointed to the left and on whatwas intended to be the sleeve of a very stiff and unflinching armthese words were printed in scaly white Harts Tavern Food for Manand Beast Also Gasolene Established 1798 1 mile Also Gasolenewas freshly painted and crowded its elders in a most disrespectfulmannerThe chill spring wind of the gale was sweeping in the directionindicated by the giant forefinger There was little consolation in thethought that a mile lay between him and shelter but it was a reliefto know that he would have the wind at his back Darkness was settlingover the land The lofty hills seemed to be closing in as if tosmother the breath out of this insolent adventurer who walked aloneamong them He was an outsider He did

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet TWICE TOLD TALES THE TOLLGATHERERS DAY A SKETCH OF TRANSITORY LIFE By Nathaniel HawthorneMethinks for a person whose instinct bids him rather to pore over thecurrent of life than to plunge into its tumultuous waves noundesirable retreat were a tollhouse beside some thronged thoroughfareof the land In youth perhaps it is good for the observer to runabout the earth to leave the track of his footsteps far and wideto mingle himself with the action of numberless vicissitudesandfinally in some calm solitude to feed a musing spirit on all that liehas seen and felt But there are natures too indolent or toosensitive to endure the dust the sunshine or the rain the turmoil ofmoral and physical elements to which all the wayfarers of the worldexpose themselves For such a mail how pleasant a miracle could lifebe made to roll its variegated length by the threshold of his ownhermitage and the great globe as it were perform its revolutions andshift its thousand scenes before his eyes without whirling him onward inits course If any mortal be favored with a lot analogous to this it isthe tollgatherer So at least have I often fancied while loungingon a bench at the door of a small square edifice which stands betweenshore and shore in the midst of a long bridge Beneath the timbers ebbsand flows an arm of the sea while above like the lifeblood through agreat artery the travel of the north and east is continually throbbingSitting on the aforesaid bench I amuse myself with a conceptionillustrated by numerous pencilsketches in the air of the tollgatherers dayIn the morningdim gray dewy summers morn the distant roll ofponderous wheels begins to mingle with my old friends slumbers creakingmore and more harshly through the midst of his dream and graduallyreplacing it with realities Hardly conscious of the change from sleepto wakefulness he finds himself partly clad and throwing wide the tollgates for the passage of a fragrant load of hay The timbers groanbeneath the slowrevolving wheels one sturdy yeoman stalks beside theoxen and peering from the summit of the hay by the glimmer of thehalfextinguished lantern over the tollhouse is seen the drowsy visageof his comrade who has enjoyed a nap some ten miles long The toll ispaidcreak creak again go the wheels and the huge haymow vanishesinto the morning mist As yet nature is but half awake and familiarobjects appear visionary But yonder dashing from the shore with arattling thunder of the wheels and a confused clatter of hoofs comes thenevertiring mail which has hurried onward at the same headlongrestless rate all through the quiet night The bridge resounds in onecontinued peal as the coach rolls on without a pause merely affordingthe tollgatherer a glimpse at the sleepy passengers who now bestirtheir torpid limbs and snuff a cordial in the briny air The mornbreathes upon them and blushes and they forget how wearily the darknesstoiled away And behold now the fervid day in his bright chariotglittering aslant over the waves nor scorning to throw a tribute of hisgolden beams on the tollgatherers little hermitage The old man lookseastward and for he is a moralizer frames a simile of the stage coachand the sun While the world is rousing itself we may glance slightly atthe scene of our sketch It sits above the bosom of the broad flood aspot not of earth but in the midst of waters which rush with amurmuring sound among the massive beams beneath Over the door is aweatherbeaten board inscribed with the rates of toll in letters sonearly effaced that the gilding of the sunshine can hardly make themlegible Beneath the window is a wooden bench on which a longsuccession of weary wayfarers have reposed themselves Peeping withindoors we perceive the whitewashed walls bedecked with sundrylithographic prints and advertisements of various import and the immenseshowbill of a wandering caravan And there sits our good old tollgatherer glorified by the early sunbeams He is a man as his aspectmay announce of quiet soul and thoughtful shrewd yet simple mindwho of the wisdom which the passing world scatters along the waysidehas gathered a reasonable storeNow the sun smiles upon the landscape and earth smiles back again uponthe sky Frequent now are the travellers The tollgathererspractised ear can distinguish the weight of every vehicle the number ofits wheels and how many horses beat the resounding timbers with theiriron tramp Here in a substantial family chaise setting forth betimesto take advantage of the dewy road come a gentleman and his wife withtheir rosycheeked little girl sitting gladsomely between them Thebottom of the chaise is heaped with multifarious bandboxes and carpetbags and beneath the axle swings a leathern trunk dusty with yesterdaysjourney Next appears a fourwheeled carryall peopled with a roundhalfdozen of pretty girls all drawn by a single horse and driven by asingle gentleman Luckless wight doomed through a whole summer dayto be the butt of mirth and mischief among the frolicsome maidens Boltupright in a sulky rides a thin sourvisaged man who as he pays histoll hands the tollgatherer a printed card to stick upon the wall Thevinegarfaced traveller proves to be a manufacturer of pickles Nowpaces slowly from timber to timber a horseman clad in black with

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet TWICE TOLD TALES THE VISION OF THE FOUNTAIN By Nathaniel HawthorneAt fifteen I became a resident in a country village more than a hundredmiles from home The morning after my arrivala September morning butwarm and bright as any in JulyI rambled into a wood of oaks with a fewwalnuttrees intermixed forming the closest shade above my head Theground was rocky uneven overgrown with bushes and clumps of youngsaplings and traversed only by cattlepaths The track which I chancedto follow led me to a crystal spring with a border of grass as freshlygreen as on May morning and overshadowed by the limb of a great oakOne solitary sunbeam found its way down and played like a goldfish inthe waterFrom my childhood I have loved to gaze into a spring The water filleda circular basin small but deep and set round with stones some ofwhich were covered with slimy moss the others naked and of variegatedhue reddish white and brown The bottom was covered with coarse sandwhich sparkled in the lonely sunbeam and seemed to illuminate the springwith an unborrowed light In one spot the gush of the water violentlyagitated the sand but without obscuring the fountain or breaking theglassiness of its surface It appeared as if some living creature wereabout to emergethe Naiad of the spring perhapsin the shape of abeautiful young woman with a gown of filmy watermoss a belt ofrainbowdrops and a cold pure passionless countenance How would thebeholder shiver pleasantly yet fearfully to see her sitting on one ofthe stones paddling her white feet in the ripples and throwing upwater to sparkle in the sun Wherever she laid her hands on grass andflowers they would immediately be moist as with morning dew Thenwould she set about her labors like a careful housewife to clear thefountain of withered leaves and bits of slimy wood and old acorns fromthe oaks above and grains of corn left by cattle in drinking till thebright sand in the bright water were like a treasury of diamonds Butshould the intruder approach too near he would find only the drops of asummer shower glistening about the spot where he had seen herReclining on the border of grass where the dewy goddess should havebeen I bent forward and a pair of eyes met mine within the waterymirror They were the reflection of my own I looked again and loanother face deeper in the fountain than my own image more distinct inall the features yet faint as thought The vision had the aspect of afair young girl with locks of paly gold A mirthful expression laughedin the eyes and dimpled over the whole shadowy countenance till itseemed just what a fountain would be if while dancing merrily into thesunshine it should assume the shape of woman Through the dim rosinessof the cheeks I could see the brown leaves the slimy twigs the acornsand the sparkling sand The solitary sunbeam was diffused among thegolden hair which melted into its faint brightness and became a gloryround that head so beautifulMy description can give no idea how suddenly the fountain was thustenanted and how soon it was left desolate I breathed and there wasthe face I held my breath and it was gone Had it passed away orfaded into nothing I doubted whether it had ever beenMy sweet readers what a dreamy and delicious hour did I spend wherethat vision found and left me For a long time I sat perfectly stillwaiting till it should reappear and fearful that the slightest motionor even the flutter of my breath might frighten it away Thus have Ioften started from a pleasant dream and then kept quiet in hopes towile it back Deep were my musings as to the race and attributes ofthat ethereal being Had I created her Was she the daughter of myfancy akin to those strange shapes which peep under the lids ofchildrens eyes And did her beauty gladden me for that one moment andthen die Or was she a waternymph within the fountain or fairy orwoodland goddess peeping over my shoulder or the ghost of some forsakenmaid who had drowned herself for love Or in good truth had a lovelygirl with a warm heart and lips that would bear pressure stolen softlybehind me and thrown her image into the springI watched and waited but no vision came again I departed but with aspell upon me which drew me back that same afternoon to the hauntedspring There was the water gushing the sand sparkling and the sunbeamglimmering There the vision was not but only a great frog the hermitof that solitude who immediately withdrew his speckled snout and madehimself invisible all except a pair of long legs beneath a stoneMethought he had a devilish look I could have slain himThus did the Vision leave me and many a doleful day succeeded to theparting moment By the spring and in the wood and on the hill andthrough the village at dewy sunrise burning noon and at that magichour of sunset when she had vanished from my sight I sought her but invain Weeks came and went months rolled away and she appeared not inthem I imparted my mystery to none but wandered to and fro or sat insolitude like one that had caught a glimpse of heaven and could take nomore joy on earth I withdrew into an inner world where my

This eBook was produced by David Widger MOSSES FROM AN OLD MANSE By Nathaniel Hawthorne PASSAGES FROM A RELINQUISHED WORKAT HOMEFrom infancy I was under the guardianship of a village parson whomade me the subject of daily prayer and the sufferer of innumerablestripes using no distinction as to these marks of paternal lovebetween myself and his own three boys The result it must beowned has been very different in their cases and mine they beingall respectable men and well settled in life the eldest as thesuccessor to his fathers pulpit the second as a physician and thethird as a partner in a wholesale shoestore while I with betterprospects than either of them have run the course which this volumewill describe Yet there is room for doubt whether I should havebeen any better contented with such success as theirs than with myown misfortunesat least till after my experience of the latterhad made it too late for another trialMy guardian had a name of considerable eminence and fitter for theplace it occupies in ecclesiastical history than for so frivolous apage as mine In his own vicinity among the lighter part of hishearers he was called Parson Thumpcushion from the very forciblegestures with which he illustrated his doctrines Certainly if hispowers as a preacher were to be estimated by the damage done to hispulpitfurniture none of his living brethren and but few deadones would have been worthy even to pronounce a benediction afterhim Such pounding and expounding the moment he began to growwarm such slapping with his open palm thumping with his closedfist and banging with the whole weight of the great Bibleconvinced me that he held in imagination either the Old Nick orsome Unitarian infidel at bay and belabored his unhappy cushion asproxy for those abominable adversaries Nothing but this exerciseof the body while delivering his sermons could have supported thegood parsons health under the mental toil which they cost him incompositionThough Parson Thumpcushion had an upright heart and some called ita warm one he was invariably stern and severe on principle Isuppose to me With late justice though early enough even nowto be tinctured with generosity I acknowledge him to have been agood and wise man after his own fashion If his management failedas to myself it succeeded with his three sons nor I must franklysay could any mode of education with which it was possible for himto be acquainted have made me much better than what I was or led meto a happier fortune than the present He could neither change thenature that God gave me nor adapt his own inflexible mind to mypeculiar character Perhaps it was my chief misfortune that I hadneither father nor mother alive for parents have an instinctivesagacity in regard to the welfare of their children and the childfeels a confidence both in the wisdom and affection of his parentswhich he cannot transfer to any delegate of their duties howeverconscientious An orphans fate is hard be he rich or poor Asfor Parson Thumpcushion whenever I see the old gentleman in mydreams he looks kindly and sorrowfully at me holding out his handas if each had something to forgive With such kindness and suchforgiveness but without the sorrow may our next meeting beI was a youth of gay and happy temperament with an incorrigiblelevity of spirit of no vicious propensities sensible enough butwayward and fanciful What a character was this to be brought incontact with the stern old Pilgrim spirit of my guardian We wereat variance on a thousand points but our chief and final disputearose from the pertinacity with which he insisted on my adopting aparticular profession while I being heir to a moderate competencehad avowed my purpose of keeping aloof from the regular business oflife This would have been a dangerous resolution anywhere in theworld it was fatal in New England There is a grossness in theconceptions of my countrymen they will not be convinced that anygood thing may consist with what they call idleness they cananticipate nothing but evil of a young man who neither studiesphysic law nor gospel nor opens a store nor takes to farmingbut manifests an incomprehensible disposition to be satisfied withwhat his father left him The principle is excellent in its generalinfluence but most miserable in its effect on the few that violateit I had a quick sensitiveness to public opinion and felt as ifit ranked me with the tavern haunters and town pauperswith thedrunken poet who hawked his own Fourth of July odes and the brokensoldier who had been good for nothing since last war Theconsequence of all this was a piece of lighthearted desperationI do not overestimate my notoriety when I take it for granted thatmany of my readers must have heard of me in the wild way of lifewhich I adopted The idea of becoming a wandering storyteller hadbeen suggested a year or two before by an encounter with severalmerry vagabonds in a showmans wagon where they and I had shelteredourselves during a summer shower The project was not moreextravagant than most which a young man forms Stranger ones areexecuted every day and not to mention my prototypes in the Eastand the wandering orators and poets whom my own ears have heard Ihad the example of one illustrious itinerant in the otherhemisphereof Goldsmith who planned and performed his travelsthrough France and Italy on a less promising scheme than mine Itook credit to myself for various qualifications mental andpersonal suited to the undertaking Besides my mind had latterlytormented me for employment keeping up an irregular activity evenin sleep and

This eBook was produced by David Widger THE SNOWIMAGE AND OTHER TWICETOLD TALES SYLPH ETHEREGE By Nathaniel HawthorneOn a bright summer evening two persons stood among the shrubbery of agarden stealthily watching a young girl who sat in the window seat of aneighboring mansion One of these unseen observers a gentleman wasyouthful and had an air of high breeding and refinement and a facemarked with intellect though otherwise of unprepossessing aspect Hisfeatures wore even an ominous though somewhat mirthful expression whilehe pointed his long forefinger at the girl and seemed to regard her as acreature completely within the scope of his influenceThe charm works said he in a low but emphatic whisperDo you know Edward Hamiltonsince so you choose to be nameddo youknow said the lady beside him that I have almost a mind to break thespell at once What if the lesson should prove too severe True if myward could be thus laughed out of her fantastic nonsense she might bethe better for it through life But then she is such a delicatecreature And besides are you not ruining your own chance by puttingforward this shadow of a rivalBut will he not vanish into thin air at my bidding rejoined EdwardHamilton Let the charm workThe girls slender and sylphlike figure tinged with radiance from thesunset clouds and overhung with the rich drapery of the silken curtainsand set within the deep frame of the window was a perfect picture orrather it was like the original loveliness in a painters fancy fromwhich the most finished picture is but an imperfect copy Though heroccupation excited so much interest in the two spectators she was merelygazing at a miniature which she held in her hand encased in white satinand red morocco nor did there appear to be any other cause for the smileof mockery and malice with which Hamilton regarded herThe charm works muttered he again Our pretty Sylvias scorn willhave a dear retributionAt this moment the girl raised her eyes and instead of a lifelikesemblance of the miniature beheld the illomened shape of EdwardHamilton who now stepped forth from his concealment in the shrubberySylvia Etherege was an orphan girl who had spent her life till within afew months past under the guardianship and in the secluded dwelling ofan old bachelor uncle While yet in her cradle she had been thedestined bride of a cousin who was no less passive in the betrothal thanherself Their future union had been projected as the means of unitingtwo rich estates and was rendered highly expedient if notindispensable by the testamentary dispositions of the parents on bothsides Edgar Vaughan the promised bridegroom had been bred frominfancy in Europe and had never seen the beautiful girl whose heart hewas to claim as his inheritance But already for several years acorrespondence had been kept up between tine cousins and had produced anintellectual intimacy though it could but imperfectly acquaint them witheach others characterSylvia was shy sensitive and fanciful and her guardians secludedhabits had shut her out from even so much of the world as is generallyopen to maidens of her age She had been left to seek associates andfriends for herself in the haunts of imagination and to converse withthem sometimes in the language of dead poets oftener in the poetry ofher own mind The companion whom she chiefly summoned up was the cousinwith whose idea her earliest thoughts had been connected She made avision of Edgar Vaughan and tinted it with stronger hues than a merefancypicture yet graced it with so many bright and delicateperfections that her cousin could nowhere have encountered so dangerousa rival To this shadow she cherished a romantic fidelity With itsairy presence sitting by her side or gliding along her favorite pathsthe loneliness of her young life was blissful her heart was satisfiedwith love while yet its virgin purity was untainted by the earthlinessthat the touch of a real lover would have left there Edgar Vaughanseemed to be conscious of her character for in his letters he gave hera name that was happily appropriate to the sensitiveness of herdisposition the delicate peculiarity of her manners and the etherealbeauty both of her mind and person Instead of Sylvia he called herSylphwith the prerogative of a cousin and a loverhis dear SylphEtheregeWhen Sylvia was seventeen her guardian died and she passed under thecare of Mrs Grosvenor a lady of wealth and fashion and Sylviasnearest relative though a distant one While an inmate of MrsGrosvenors family she still preserved somewhat of her lifelong habitsof seclusion and shrank from a too familiar intercourse with thosearound her Still too she was faithful to her cousin or to the shadowwhich bore his nameThe time now drew near when Edgar Vaughan whose education had beencompleted by an extensive range of travel was to revisit the soil of hisnativity Edward Hamilton a young gentleman who had been Vaughanscompanion both in his studies and rambles had already recrossed theAtlantic bringing letters to Mrs Grosvenor and Sylvia Etherege Thesecredentials insured him an earnest welcome which

This eBook was produced by David Widger THE DOLIVER ROMANCE AND OTHER PIECES TALES AND SKETCHES By Nathaniel Hawthorne OTHER TALES AND SKETCHESCONTENTS My Visit To Niagara The Antique Ring Graves And GoblinsMY VISIT TO NIAGARANever did a pilgrim approach Niagara with deeper enthusiasm than mineI had lingered away from it and wandered to other scenes because mytreasury of anticipated enjoyments comprising all the wonders of theworld had nothing else so magnificent and I was loath to exchange thepleasures of hope for those of memory so soon At length the day cameThe stagecoach with a Frenchman and myself on the back seat hadalready left Lewiston and in less than an hour would set us down inManchester I began to listen for the roar of the cataract andtrembled with a sensation like dread as the moment drew nigh when itsvoice of ages must roll for the first time on my ear The Frenchgentleman stretched himself from the window and expressed loudadmiration while by a sudden impulse I threw myself back and closedmy eyes When the scene shut in I was glad to think that for me thewhole burst of Niagara was yet in futurity We rolled on and enteredthe village of Manchester bordering on the fallsI am quite ashamed of myself here Not that I ran like a madman to thefalls and plunged into the thickest of the spraynever stopping tobreathe till breathing was impossible not that I committed this orany other suitable extravagance On the contrary I alighted withperfect decency and composure gave my cloak to the black waiterpointed out my baggage and inquired not the nearest way to thecataract but about the dinnerhour The interval was spent inarranging my dress Within the last fifteen minutes my mind had grownstrangely benumbed and my spirits apathetic with a slight depressionnot decided enough to be termed sadness My enthusiasm was in adeathlike slumber Without aspiring to immortality as he did I couldhave imitated that English traveller who turned back from the pointwhere he first heard the thunder of Niagara after crossing the ocean tobehold it Many a Western trader by the by has performed a similaract of heroism with more heroic simplicity deeming it no such wonderfulfeat to dine at the hotel and resume his route to Buffalo or Lewistonwhile the cataract was roaring unseenSuch has often been my apathy when objects long sought and earnestlydesired were placed within my reach After dinnerat which anunwonted and perverse epicurism detained me longer than usualI lighteda cigar and paced the piazza minutely attentive to the aspect andbusiness of a very ordinary village Finally with reluctant step andthe feeling of an intruder I walked towards Goat Island At thetollhouse there were further excuses for delaying the inevitablemoment My signature was required in a huge ledger containing similarrecords innumerable many of which I read The skin of a greatsturgeon and other fishes beasts and reptiles a collection ofminerals such as lie in heaps near the falls some Indian moccasinsand other trifles made of deerskin and embroidered with beads severalnewspapers from Montreal New York and Bostonall attracted me inturn Out of a number of twisted sticks the manufacture of a TuscaroraIndian I selected one of curled maple curiously convoluted andadorned with the carved images of a snake and a fish Using this as mypilgrims staff I crossed the bridge Above and below me were therapids a river of impetuous snow with here and there a dark rock amidits whiteness resisting all the physical fury as any cold spirit didthe moral influences of the scene On reaching Goat Island whichseparates the two great segments of the falls I chose the righthandpath and followed it to the edge of the American cascade There whilethe falling sheet was yet invisible I saw the vapor that nevervanishes and the Eternal Rainbow of NiagaraIt was an afternoon of glorious sunshine without a cloud save those ofthe cataracts I gained an insulated rock and beheld a broad sheet ofbrilliant and unbroken foam not shooting in a curved line from the topof the precipice but falling headlong down from height to depth Anarrow stream diverged from the main branch and hurried over the cragby a channel of its own leaving a little pineclad island and a streakof precipice between itself and the larger sheet Below arose themist on which was painted a dazzling sunbow with two concentricshadowsone almost as perfect as the original brightness and theother drawn faintly round the broken edge of the cloudStill I had not half seen Niagara Following the verge of the islandthe path led me to the Horseshoe where the real broad St Lawrencerushing along on a level with its banks pours its whole breadth over aconcave line of precipice and thence pursues its course between loftycrags towards Ontario A sort of bridge two or three feet widestretches out along the edge of the descending sheet and hangs upon therising mist as if that were the foundation of the frail structureHere I stationed myself in the blast of wind which the rushing riverbore along with it The bridge was tremulous beneath me and marked thetremor of the solid earth I looked along the whitening rapids andendeavored to distinguish a mass of water far above the falls to followit to their verge and

This eBook was produced by David Widger THE DOLIVER ROMANCE AND OTHER PIECES TALES AND SKETCHES By Nathaniel Hawthorne TIMES PORTRAITUREBeing the Carriers Address to the Patrons of The Salem Gazette forthe 1st of January 1838ADDRESSKind PatronsWe newspaper carriers are Times errandboys and allthe year round the old gentleman sends us from one of your doors toanother to let you know what he is talking about and what he is doingWe are a strange set of urchins for punctually on New Years morningone and all of us are seized with a fit of rhyme and break forth in suchhideous strains that it would be no wonder if the infant Year with herstep upon the threshold were frightened away by the discord with whichwe strive to welcome her On these occasions most generous patronsyou never fail to give us a taste of your bounty but whether as areward for our verses or to purchase a respite from further inflictionof them is best known to your worshipful selves Moreover we Timeserrandboys as aforesaid feel it incumbent upon us on the first day ofevery year to present a sort of summary of our masters dealings withthe world throughout the whole of the preceding twelvemonth Now ithas so chanced by a misfortune heretofore unheard of that I yourpresent petitioner have been altogether forgotten by the Muse Insteadof being able as I naturally expected to measure my ideas into sixfoot lilies and tack a rhyme at each of their tails I find myselfthis blessed morning the same simple proser that I was yesterday andshall probably be tomorrow And to my further mortification being ahumbleminded little sinner I feel no wise capable of talking to yourworships with the customary wisdom of my brethren and giving sageopinions as to what Time has done right and what he has done wrong andwhat of right or wrong he means to do hereafter Such being my unhappypredicament it is with no small confusion of face that I make bold topresent myself at your doors Yet it were surely a pity that my nonappearance should defeat your bountiful designs for the replenishing ofmy pockets Wherefore I have bethought me that it might not displeaseyour worships to hear a few particulars about the person and habits ofFather Time with whom as being one of his errandboys I have moreacquaintance than most lads of my yearsFor a great many years past there has been a woodcut on the cover ofthe Farmers Almanac pretending to be a portrait of Father Time Itrepresents that respectable personage as almost in a state of nuditywith a single lock of hair on his forehead wings on his shoulders andaccoutred with a scythe and an hourglass These two latter symbolsappear to betoken that the old fellow works in haying time by the hourBut within my recollection Time has never carried a scythe and anhourglass nor worn a pair of wings nor shown himself in the halfnaked condition that the almanac would make us believe Nowadays he isthe most fashionably dressed figure about town and I take it to be hisnatural disposition old as he is to adopt every fashion of the day andof the hour Just at the present period you may meet him in a furredsurtout with pantaloons strapped under his narrowtoed boots on hishead instead of a single forelock he wears a smart auburn wig withbushy whiskers of the same hue the whole surmounted by a Germanlustrehat He has exchanged his hourglass for a gold patentlever watchwhich he carries in his vestpocket and as for his scythe he haseither thrown it aside altogether or converted its handle into a canenot much stouter than a ridingswitch If you stare him full in theface you will perhaps detect a few wrinkles but on a hasty glanceyou might suppose him to be in the very heyday of life as fresh as hewas in the garden of Eden So much for the present aspect of Time butI by no means insure that the description shall suit him a month henceor even at this hour tomorrowIt is another very common mistake to suppose that Time wanders amongold ruins and sits on mouldering walls and mossgrown stonesmeditating about matters which everybody else has forgotten Somepeople perhaps would expect to find him at the burialground in BroadStreet poring over the halfillegible inscriptions on the tombs of theHigginsons the HathornesNot Hawthorne as one of the presentrepresentatives of the family has seen fit to transmogrify a good oldnamethe Holyokes the Brownes the Olivers the Pickmans thePickerings and other worthies with whom he kept company of old Somewould look for him on the ridge of Gallows Hill where in one of hisdarkest moods he and Cotton Mather hung the witches But they need notseek him there Time is invariably the first to forget his own deedshis own history and his own former associates His place is in thebusiest bustle of the world If you would meet Time face to face youhave only to promenade in Essex Street between the hours of twelve andone and there among beaux and belles you will see old Father Timeapparently the gayest of the gay He walks arm in arm with the youngmen talking about balls and theatres and afternoon rides and midnightmerrymakings he recommends such and such a fashionable tailor andsneers at every garment of six months antiquity and generally beforeparting he invites

This eBook was produced by David Widger A WONDERBOOK FOR GIRLS AND BOYS By Nathaniel Hawthorne THE GORGONS HEADCONTENTSTANGLEWOOD PORCHIntroductory to The Gorgons HeadTHE GORGONS HEADTANGLEWOOD PORCHAfter the StoryThe author has long been of opinion that many of the classical mythswere capable of being rendered into very capital reading for childrenIn the little volume here offered to the public he has worked up half adozen of them with this end in view A great freedom of treatment wasnecessary to his plan but it will be observed by every one who attemptsto render these legends malleable in his intellectual furnace that theyare marvellously independent of all temporary modes and circumstancesThey remain essentially the same after changes that would affect theidentity of almost anything elseHe does not therefore plead guilty to a sacrilege in having sometimesshaped anew as his fancy dictated the forms that have been hallowed byan antiquity of two or three thousand years No epoch of time can claima copyright in these immortal fables They seem never to have beenmade and certainly so long as man exists they can never perish butby their indestructibility itself they are legitimate subjects forevery age to clothe with its own garniture of manners and sentiment andto imbue with its own morality In the present version they may havelost much of their classical aspect or at all events the author hasnot been careful to preserve it and have perhaps assumed a Gothic orromantic guiseIn performing this pleasant taskfor it has been really a task fit forhot weather and one of the most agreeable of a literary kind which heever undertookthe author has not always thought it necessary to writedownward in order to meet the comprehension of children He hasgenerally suffered the theme to soar whenever such was its tendencyand when he himself was buoyant enough to follow without an effortChildren possess an unestimated sensibility to whatever is deep or highin imagination or feeling so long as it is simple likewise It isonly the artificial and the complex that bewilder themLenox July 15 1851THE GORGONS HEADTANGLEWOOD PORCHINTRODUCTORY TO THE GORGONS HEADBeneath the porch of the countryseat called Tanglewood one fineautumnal morning was assembled a merry party of little folks with atall youth in the midst of them They had planned a nutting expeditionand were impatiently waiting for the mists to roll up the hillslopesand for the sun to pour the warmth of the Indian summer over the fieldsand pastures and into the nooks of the manycolored woods There was aprospect of as fine a day as ever gladdened the aspect of this beautifuland comfortable world As yet however the morning mist filled up thewhole length and breadth of the valley above which on a gently slopingeminence the mansion stoodThis body of white vapor extended to within less than a hundred yards ofthe house It completely hid everything beyond that distance except afew ruddy or yellow treetops which here and there emerged and wereglorified by the early sunshine as was likewise the broad surface ofthe mist Four or five miles off to the southward rose the summit ofMonument Mountain and seemed to be floating on a cloud Some fifteenmiles farther away in the same direction appeared the loftier Dome ofTaconic looking blue and indistinct and hardly so substantial as thevapory sea that almost rolled over it The nearer hills which borderedthe valley were half submerged and were specked with littlecloudwreaths all the way to their tops On the whole there was so muchcloud and so little solid earth that it had the effect of a visionThe children abovementioned being as full of life as they could holdkept overflowing from the porch of Tanglewood and scampering along thegravelwalk or rushing across the dewy herbage of the lawn I canhardly tell how many of these small people there were not less thannine or ten however nor more than a dozen of all sorts sizes andages whether girls or boys They were brothers sisters and cousinstogether with a few of their young acquaintances who had been invitedby Mr and Mrs Pringle to spend some of this delightful weather withtheir own children at Tanglewood I am afraid to tell you their namesor even to give them any names which other children have ever beencalled by because to my certain knowledge authors sometimes getthemselves into great trouble by accidentally giving the names of realpersons to the characters in their books For this reason I mean tocall them Primrose Periwinkle Sweet Fern Dandelion Blue Eye CloverHuckleberry Cowslip Squashblossom Milkweed Plantain and Buttercupalthough to be sure such titles might better suit a group of fairiesthan a company of earthly childrenIt is not to be supposed that these little folks were to be permitted bytheir careful fathers and mothers uncles aunts or grandparents tostray abroad into the woods and fields without the guardianship of someparticularly grave and elderly person O no indeed In the firstsentence of my book you will recollect that I spoke of a tall youthstanding in the midst of the children His nameand I shall let youknow his real name because he considers it a great honor to have toldthe stories that are here to be printedhis name was Eustace BrightHe was a student at Williams College and had reached I think at thisperiod the venerable age of eighteenyears so that he felt quite likea grandfather towards Periwinkle Dandelion Huckleberry Squashblossom Milkweed and the rest who were only half or a third asvenerable as he A trouble in his eyesight such as many students thinkit necessary to have nowadays in order

Produced by Scott Pfenninger Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHALFHOURSWITHGREAT STORY TELLERS_ARTEMUS WARD GEORGE MACDONALDMAX ADELER SAMUEL LOVERAND OTHERS_1891CONTENTSGREY DOLPHIN _Richard Harris Barham_MOSES THE SASSY _Artemus Ward_MR COLUMBUS CORIANDERS GORILLATHE FATE OF YOUNG CHUBB _Max Adeler_BOOTS AT THE HOLLYTREE INN _Charles Dickens_THE ENTHUSIAST IN ANATOMY _John Oxenford_THE LIGHT PRINCESS _George Macdonald_LEGEND OF THE LITTLE WEAVER _Samuel Lover_GREY DOLPHINHe wontwont he Then bring me my boots said the BaronConsternation was at its height in the castle of Shurlanda catiff haddared to disobey the Baron andthe Baron had called for his bootsA thunderbolt in the great hall had been a _bagatelle_ to itA few days before a notable miracle had been wrought in theneighborhood and in those times miracles were not so common as theyare now no royal balloons no steam no railroadswhile the fewsaints who took the trouble to walk with their heads under their armsor to pull the Devil by the nose scarcely appeared above once in acenturyso the affair made the greatest sensationThe clock had done striking twelve and the Clerk of Chatham wasuntrussing his points preparatory to seeking his trucklebed a halfemptied tankard of mild ale stood at his elbow the roasted crab yetfloating on its surface Midnight had surprised the worthy functionarywhile occupied in discussing it and with his task yet unaccomplishedHe meditated a mighty draft one hand was fumbling with his tags whilethe other was extended in the act of grasping the jorum when a knockon the portal solemn and sonorous arrested his fingers It wasrepeated thrice ere Emmanuel Saddleton had presence of mind sufficientto inquire who sought admittance at that untimeous hourOpen open good Clerk of St Bridgets said a female voice smallyet distinct and sweetan excellent thing in womanThe Clerk arose crossed to the doorway and undid the latchetOn the threshold stood a lady of surpassing beauty her robes wererich and large and full and a diadem sparkling with gems that sheda halo around crowned her brow she beckoned the Clerk as he stood inastonishment before herEmmanuel said the lady and her tones sounded like those of a silverflute Emmanuel Saddleton truss up your points and follow meThe worthy Clerk stated aghast at the vision the purple robe thecymar the coronetabove all the smile no there was no mistakingher it was the blessed St Bridget herselfAnd what could have brought the sainted lady out of her warm shrine atsuch a time of night and on such a night for it was dark as pitchand metaphorically speaking rained cats and dogsEmmanuel could not speak so he looked the questionNo matter for that said the saint answering to his thought Nomatter for that Emmanuel Saddleton only follow me and youll seeThe Clerk turned a wistful eye at the corner cupboardOh never mind the lantern Emmanuel youll not want it but you maybring a mattock and a shovel As she spoke the beautiful apparitionheld up her delicate hand From the tip of each of her long taperfingers issued a lambent flame of such surpassing brilliancy as wouldhave plunged a whole gas company into despairit was a Hand ofGlory Footnote One of the uses to which this mystic chandelier wasput was the protection of secreted treasure Blow out all the fingersat one puff and you had the money such a one as tradition tells usyet burns in Rochester Castle every St Marks Eve Many are the daringindividuals who have watched in Gundulphs Tower hoping to find itand the treasure it guards but none of them ever didThis way Emmanuel and a flame of peculiar radiance streamed fromher little finger as it pointed to the pathway leading to thechurchyardSaddleton shouldered his tools and followed in silenceThe cemetery of St Bridgets was some halfmile distant from theClerks domicile and adjoined a chapel dedicated to that illustriouslady who after leading but a soso life had died in the odor ofsanctity Emmanuel Saddleton was fat and scant of breath the mattockwas heavy and the Saint walked too fast for him he paused to takesecond wind at the end of the first furlongEmmanuel said the holy lady goodhumoredly for she heard himpuffing rest awhile Emmanuel and Ill tell you what I want withyouHer auditor wiped his brow with the back of his hand and looked allattention and obedienceEmmanuel continued she what did you and Father Fothergill and therest of you mean yesterday by burying that drowned man so close to meHe died in mortal sin Emmanuel no shrift no unction no absolutionwhy he might as well have been excommunicated He plagues me with hisgrinning and I cant have any peace in my shrine You must howk him upagain EmmanuelTo be sure madamemy ladythat is your holiness stammeredSaddleton trembling at the thought of the task assigned him To besure your ladyship onlythat isEmmanuel said the saint youll do my bidding or it would bebetter you had and her eye changed from a doves eye to that of ahawk and a flash came from it as bright as the one from her littlefinger The Clerk shook in his shoes and again dashing the coldperspiration from his brow followed the footsteps of his mysteriousguideThe next morning all Chatham was in an uproar The Clerk of StBridgets had found himself at home at daybreak seated in his ownarmchair the fire outandthe tankard of ale out too Who had drunkitwhere had he beenhow had he got homeall was mysteryheremembered a mass of things but nothing distinctly all was fog andfantasy What he could clearly recollect was that he had dug up theGrinning Sailor and that the Saint had helped to throw him into theriver again All was thenceforth wonderment and devotion Masses weresung tapers were kindled bells were tolled the monks of St Romualdhad a solemn procession the abbot at their head the sacristan attheir tail and the holy breeches of St Thomas a Becket in the centreFather Fothergill brewed a XXX puncheon of holy water The Rood ofGillingham was deserted the chapel of Rainham forsaken every one whohad a soul to be saved flocked

This etext was produced by Gardner BuchananTHE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICAWITH THE BOLSHEVIKS IN BERLIN AND OTHER IMPOSSIBILITIESBy Stephen Leacock CONTENTSI THE HOHENZOLLERNS IN AMERICAII WITH THE BOLSHEVIKS IN BERLINIII AFTERNOON TEA WITH THE SULTANIV ECHOES OF THE WAR 1 The Boy Who Came Back 2 The War Sacrifices of Mr Spugg 3 If Germany Had Won 4 War and Peace at the Galaxy Club 5 The War News as I Remember It 6 Some Just Complaints About the War 7 Some Startling Side Effects of the WarV OTHER IMPOSSIBILITIES 1 The Art of Conversation 2 Heroes and Heroines 3 The Discovery of America 4 Politics from Within 5 The Lost Illusions of Mr Sims 6 Fetching the DoctorIThe Hohenzollerns in AmericaPREFACEThe proper punishment for the Hohenzollerns and theHapsburgs and the Mecklenburgs and the Muckendorfsand all such puppets and princelings is that they shouldbe made to work and not made to work in the glitteringand glorious sense as generals and chiefs of staff andlegislators and landbarons but in the plain and humblepart of laborers looking for a job that they shouldcarry a hod and wield a trowel and swing a pick and atthe days end be glad of a humble supper and a nightsrest that they should work in short as millions ofpoor emigrants out of Germany have worked for generationspast that there should be about them none of the prestigeof fallen grandeur that if it were possible by sometrick of magic or change of circumstance the worldshould know them only as laboring men with the dignityand divinity of kingship departed out of them that assuch they should stand or fall live or starve as bestthey might by the work of their own hands and brainsCould this be done the world would have a better ideaof the thin stuff out of which autocratic kingship isfashionedIt is a favourite fancy of mine to imagine thistransformation actually brought about and to picturethe Hohenzollerns as an immigrant family departing forAmerica their trunks and boxes on their backs theirbundles in their handsThe fragments of a diary that here follow present thedetails of such a picture It is written or imagined tobe written by the former Princess Frederica ofHohenzollern I do not find her name in the Almanach deGotha Perhaps she does not exist But from the textbelow she is to be presumed to be one of the innumerablenieces of the German EmperorCHAPTER IOn Board the SS America WednesdayAt last our embarkation is over and we are at sea I amso glad it is done It was dreadful to see poor UncleWilliam and Uncle Henry and Cousin Willie and CousinFerdinand of Bulgaria coming up the gangplank into thesteerage with their boxes on their backs They lookedso different in their rough clothes Uncle William iswearing an old blue shirt and a red handkerchief roundhis neck and his hair looks thin and unkempt and hismoustache draggled and his face unshaved His eyes seemwatery and wandering and his little withered arm sopathetic Is it possible he was always really like thatAt the top of the gangplank he stood still a minutehis box still on his back and said This then is thepathway to Saint Helena I heard an officer down on thedock call up Now then my man move on there smartlyplease And I saw some young roughs pointing at Uncleand laughing and saying Look at the old guy with thered handkerchief Is he batty ehThe forward deck of the steamer the steerage deck whichis the only place that we are allowed to go was crowdedwith people all poor and with their trunks and boxesand paper bags all round them When Uncle set down hisbox there was soon quite a little crowd around him sothat I could hardly see him But I could hear themlaughing and I knew that they were taking a rise outof him as they call itjust as they did in theemigration sheds on shore I heard Uncle say Let winebe brought I am faint and some one else said Yeslet it and there arose a big shout of laughterCousin Willie had sneaked away with his box down to thelower deck I thought it mean of him not to stay withhis father I never noticed till now what a sneaking faceCousin Willie has In his uniform as Crown Prince itwas different But in his shabby clothes among theserough people he seems so changed He walks with a meanstoop and his eyes look about in such a furtive waynever still I saw one of the ships officers watchinghim very closely and sternlyCousin Karl of Austria and Cousin Ruprecht of Bavariaare not here We thought they were to come on this shipbut they are not here We could hardly believe that theship would sail without themI managed to get Uncle William out of the crowd and downbelow He was glad to get off the deck He seemed afraidto look at the sea and when we got into the big cabinhe clutched at the cover of the port and said Shut ithelp me shut it shut out the sound of the sea and thenfor a little time he sat on one of the bunks all hunchedup and muttering Dont let me hear the sea dont letme hear it His eyes looked so queer and fixed that Ithought he must be in a sort of fit or seizure ButUncle Henry and Cousin Willie and Cousin Ferdinand cameinto the cabin and he got better againCousin Ferdinand has got hold of a queer long overcoatwith the sleeves turned up and a little round hat andlooks exactly like a Jew He says he traded one of ourempty boxes for the coat and hat I never noticed beforehow queer and thick Cousin Ferdinands speech is andhow much he gesticulates with his hands when he talksI am sure that when I

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHERBERT CARTERS LEGACYORTHE INVENTORS SONBYHORATIO ALGER JRAUTHOR OFStrong and Steady Strive and Succeed Try and Trust Bound ToRise EtcNEW YORKBIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHYHoratio Alger Jr an author who lived among and for boys and himselfremained a boy in heart and association till death was born atRevere Mass January 13 1834 He was the son of a clergyman wasgraduated at Harvard College in 1852 and at its Divinity School in1860 and was pastor of the Unitarian Church at Brewster Mass in186266In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing publicattention to the condition and needs of street boys He mingled withthem gained their confidence showed a personal concern in theiraffairs and stimulated them to honest and useful living With hisfirst story he won the hearts of all redblooded boys everywhere andof the seventy or more that followed over a million copies were soldduring the authors lifetimeIn his later life he was in appearance a short stout baldheadedman with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amusedall who met him He died at Natick Mass July 18 1899Mr Algers stories are as popular now as when first publishedbecause they treat of real live boys who were always up and aboutjust like the boys found everywhere today They are pure in tone andinspiring in influence and many reforms in the juvenile life of NewYork may be traced to them Among the best known areStrong and Steady Strive and Succeed Try and Trust Bound toRise Risen from the Ranks Herbert Carters Legacy Brave and BoldJacks Ward Shifting for Himself Wait and Hope Paul the PeddlerPhil the Fiddler Slow and Sure Julius the Street Boy Tom theBootblack Struggling Upward Facing the World The Cash Boy MakingHis Way Tony the Tramp Joes Luck Do and Dare Only an Irish BoySink or Swim A Cousins Conspiracy Andy Gordon Bob Burton HarryVane Hectors Inheritance Mark Masons Triumph Sams Chance TheTelegraph Boy The Young Adventurer The Young Outlaw The YoungSalesman and Luke WaltonIllustration It is practical I will pay one thousand dollars a yearfor ten years for a half interest in the inventionCHAPTER IMRS CARTER RECEIVES A LETTERIs that the latest style inquired James Leech with a sneerpointing to a patch on the knee of Herbert Carters pantsHerberts face flushed He was not ashamed of the patch for he knewthat his mothers poverty made it a necessity But he felt that it wasmean and dishonorable in James Leech whose father was one of the richmen of Wrayburn to taunt him with what he could not help Some boysmight have slunk away abashed but Herbert had pluck and stood hisgroundIt is my style he answered firmly looking James boldly in thefaceI admire your taste then returned James with a smooth sneerThen you had better imitate it retorted HerbertThank you said James in the same insulting tone Would you lendme your pants for a pattern Excuse me though perhaps you have noother pairFor shame James exclaimed one or two boys who had listened to thecolloquy stirred to indignation by this heartless insult on the partof James Leech to a boy who was deservedly a favorite with them allHerberts fist involuntarily doubled and James though he did notknow it ran a narrow chance of getting a good whipping But our younghero controlled himself not without some difficulty and said Ihave one other pair and these are at your service whenever yourequire themThen turning to the other boys he said in a changed tone Whos infor a game of ballI said one promptlyAnd I said anotherHerbert walked away accompanied by the other boys leaving JamesLeech aloneJames looked after him with a scowl He was sharp enough to see thatHerbert in spite of his patched pants was a better scholar and agreater favorite than himself He had intended to humiliate him on thepresent occasion but he was forced to acknowledge that he had comeoff second best from the encounter He walked moodily away and tookwhat comfort he could in the thought that he was far superior to a boywho owned but two pairs of pants and one of them patched He wasfoolish enough to feel that a boy or man derived importance from theextent of his wardrobe and exulted in the personal possession ofeight pairs of pantsThis scene occurred at recess After school was over Herbert walkedhome He was a little thoughtful There was no disgrace in a patch ashe was sensible enough to be aware Still he would have a littlepreferred not to wear one That was only natural In that point Isuppose my readers will fully agree with him But he knew very wellthat his mother who had been left a widow had hard work enough toget along as it was and he had no idea of troubling her on thesubject Besides he had a better suit for Sundays neat though plainand he felt that he ought not to be disturbed by James LeechsinsolenceSo thinking he neared the small house which he called home It was asmall cottage with something less than an acre of land attachedenough upon which to raise a few vegetables It belonged to hismother nominally but was mortgaged for half its value to SquireLeech the father of James The amount of the mortgage precisely wasseven hundred and fifty dollars It had cost his father fifteenhundred When he built it obtaining half this sum on mortgage hehoped to pay it up by degrees but it turned out that from sicknessand other causes this proved impossible When five months before hehad died suddenly the house which was all he left was subject tothis incumbrance Upon this interest was payable semiannually at therate of six per cent Fortyfive dollars a year is not a large sumbut it seemed very large to Mrs Carter when added to their necessaryexpenses for food clothing and fuel How it was to be paid she didnot exactly see The same problem had perplexed Herbert who like agood son as he was shared his

Produced by Avinash Kothare Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHASTE AND WASTEORTHE YOUNG PILOT OF LAKE CHAMPLAINA STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLEBYOLIVER OPTICBIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHYWilliam Taylor Adams American author better known and loved byboys and girls through his pseudonym Oliver Optic was born July30 1822 in the town of Medway Norfolk County Massachusetts abouttwentyfive miles from Boston For twenty years he was a teacher inthe Public Schools of Boston where he came in close contact with boylife These twenty years taught him how to reach the boys heart andinterest as the popularity of his books attestHis story writing began in 1850 when he was twentyeight years oldand his first book was published in 1853 He also edited The OliverOptic Magazine The Student and Schoolmate Our Little OnesMr Adams died at the age of seventyfive years in Boston March27 1897He was a prolific writer and his stories are most attractive andunobjectionable Most of his books were published in series Probablythe most famous of these is The Boat Club Series which comprisesthe following titlesThe Boat Club All Aboard Now or Never Try Again Poorand Proud Little by Little All of these titles will be found inthis editionOther wellknown series are his Soldier Boy Series Sailor BoySeries Woodville Stories The Woodville Stories will also befound in this editionCHAPTER ITHE SQUALL ON THE LAKEStand by Captain John shouted Lawry Wilford a stout boy offourteen as he stood at the helm of a sloop which was going beforethe wind up Lake ChamplainWhats the matter Lawry demanded the captainWere going to have a squall continued the young pilot as heglanced at the tall peaks of the AdirondacksThere was a squall in those clouds in the judgment of LawryWilford but having duly notified the captain of the impending dangerto his craft he did not assume any further responsibility in themanagement of the sloop It was very quiet on the lake the water wassmooth and the tiny waves sparkled in the bright sunshine There wasno roll of distant thunder to admonish the voyagers and the youth atthe helm was so much accustomed to squalls and tempests which are offrequent occurrence on the lake that they had no terrors to him Itwas dinnertime and the young pilot fearful that the unexpectedguest might reduce the rations to a low ebb for the second table wasmore concerned about this matter than about the squallCaptain John as he was familiarly called on board the_Missisque_ which was the name of the sloop was not a man tobe cheated out of any portion of his dinner by the approach of asquall and though his jaws may have moved more rapidly after theannouncement of the young pilot he did not neglect even the greenapplepies the first of the season prepared with care and skill byMrs Captain John who resided on board and did doctors duty atthe galley Captain John did not abate a single mouthful of the mealthough he knew how rapidly the mountain showers and squalls travelover the lake The sloop did not usually make more than four or fivemiles an hour being deeply laden with lumber which was piled up sohigh on the deck that the mainsail had to be reefed to make room foritThe passenger Mr Randall was a director of a country bankjourneying to Shoreham about twenty miles above the point where hehad embarked in the _Missisque_ He had crossed the lake in theferry intending to take the steamer at Westport for his destinationBeing a man who was always in a hurry but never in season he hadreached the steamboat landing just in time to see the boat movingoff Procuring a wherry and a boy to row it he had boarded the_Missisque_ as she passed up the lake and though the sloop wasnot a passengerboat Captain John had consented to land him atShorehamMr Randall was a landsman and had a proper respect for squalls andtempests even on a freshwater lake He heard the announcement ofLawry Wilford with a feeling of dread and apprehension andstraightway began to conjure up visions of a terrible shipwreck andof sole survivors clinging with the madness of desperation to brokenspars in the midst of the stormtossed waters But Mr Randall was adirector of a country bank and a certain amount of dignity wasexpected and required of him His official position before the peopleof Vermont demanded that he should not give way to idle fears IfCaptain Jones who was not a bank director could keep cool it wasMr Randalls solemn duty to remain unmoved or at least to appear toremain soThe passenger finished the first course of the dinner which MrsCaptain John had made a little more elaborate than usual in honor ofthe distinguished guest but he complained of the smallness of hisappetite and it was evident that he did not enjoy the meal after thebrief colloquy between the skipper and the pilot He was nervous hisdignity was a bore to him and was maintained at an immensesacrifice of personal ease but he persevered until a piece of thedainty greenapple pie was placed before him when he lacerated thetender feelings of Mrs Captain John by abruptly leaving the tableand rushing on deckThis hurried movement was hardly to be regarded as a sacrifice ofhis dignity for it was made with what even the skippers lady wascompelled to allow was a reasonable excuseGracious exclaimed Mr Randall as the tempting piece of greenapplepie reeking with indigenous juices was placed before himAt the same moment the bank director further indicated hisastonishment and horror by slapping both hands upon his breast in astyle worthy of Brutus when Rome was in perilWhats the matter squire demanded Captain John dropping hisknife and fork and suspending the operation of his vigorous jawstill an explanation could be obtainedIve left my coat on deck replied Mr Randall rising from hischairIts just as safe there as twould be on your back squire addedthe skipperTheres six thousand dollars in the pocket of that coat said thebank director with a gasp of apprehension Wheres my coatdemanded heThere it is replied Lawry

Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamJane Allen JuniorByEdith BancroftAuthor ofJane Allen of the SubTeam Jane Allen Right Guard JaneAllen Center EtcIllustrated byThelma GoochCONTENTSCHAPTER I THE GETTOGETHER II A SHADOW IN FORECAST III THE MISFIT FRESHMAN IV THRILLING NEWS V THREATS AND DEFIANCE VI JANE AND JUDITH VII A QUEER MIXUP VIII TO THE RESCUE IX WHAT HAPPENED TO JUDITH X THE INTERLUDE XI A TWICE TOLD TALE XII A WILD NIGHT OF IT XIII THE AFTERMATH XIV PLEADING FOR TIME XV THE PICKET AND THE SPOOK XVI THE HIDDEN CHAMBER XVII BEHOLD THE GHOST OF LENOX HALLXVIII FAITHFUL FROLIC XIX THE MIRACLE XX TOUCHSTONE XXI CRAMMING EVENTS XXII STARTLING DISCLOSURESXXIII THE DANCE XXIV KING PIN OF THE FRESHIES XXV THE DAY AFTER THE BIG NIGHT XXVI A SURPRISE IN RECORDSXXVII THE REAL STORYCHAPTER ITHE GET TOGETHERThe late September day waved back at Summer graceful as a childsaying goodbye with a soft dimply hand and just as fitful were thegleams of warm sunshine that lazed through the stately trees on thebroad campus of Wellington College It was a brave daySummerdefying Nature swishing her silken skirts of transparentiridescence into the leaves already trembling before the master handof Autumn with his brush poised for their fateful stroke ofpoisoned beauty every last bud of weed or flower bursting in heroictribute and every breeze cheering the pageant in that farewell toSummerIf school didnt start just now commented Norma Travers Iwonder what we would do Everything else seems to stop shortI never saw shadows come and go so weirdly on any other first dayadded Judith Stearns ominously I hope it doesnt mean a sign asVelma Sigbee would put it and dark eyed Judith waved her armsabove her black head to ward off the blowIs it too early to suggest science lisped Maud Leslie timidlyIve been reading about the possible change of climate and itsrelation to the suns rays going wild into space I dont want tostart anything but it might be judicious to buy more furs nextSummer Also it might justify the premonitory fadDont you dare warned Ted Guthrie puffing beneath her prettiestcrocheted sweater and rolling down from her chosen mound on thenatural steps of the poplar tree slope Its bad enough to think oficy days up here far far away from the happy laughing world of hotchocolate and warm movie seats and she rolled one more step nearerthe boxwood lined path but to tag on science and insinuate we areto be glazed mummies ugh and the redoubtable Ted groaned a gruntthat threatened havoc to the aforesaid handsome sweaterThere there Teddy dear dont take on so soothed Maud rescuingthe others new silver pencil that was rapidly sliding further awayfrom Ted with the pretty open hand bag I had entirely forgottenhow you despise ice sports And you so lovely and fat for fallingYou should love em insisted the studious MaudBeing fat isnt all itsCracked up to be assisted Judith Stearns I quote freely Thatsone of Tim JacksonsWhere have I heard the line before mimicked Theodosia Daltonotherwise Dozia the Fearless It has a chummy tone All of which isas naught to the question Where is Jane Never knew her to miss theline up here And I even tapped at her door Judy where is Janedemanded DoziaAm I my chums keeper Cant Jane attend to her own mortal baggagewithout incurring the wrath of the multitude and Judith sprang upfrom her spot on the leaf laden lawn Also she cast a glance ofapprehension along the path where Jane Allen should at least now beseen on her way Perhaps Jane feels we should forswear this momentof mirth being juniors and stepping aside from all the others Theycall it the Whisper you know count of the whispering poplarabove with a grandiose wave at the innocent tree But I wouldmuch prefer a chuckle wouldnt you TedThere you go again or rather also flung back the stout girl Imust take all the cracks and the chuckles and presently some naivelittle freshie will amble along and ask me if I happen to be one ofthe soap bubbles she just blew off her penny pipe and thepneumatic cheeks puffed out in bubble mockeryNow Teddy dear Dont fret Everyone is just jealous because youreso lovely and comfy looking appeased Nettie Brocton the dimplegirl But I really do think this whisper is awfully childishRather makes the strangers feel we are whispering about themIf they only knew sighed Ted I am the usual backstop for allfrivolity But if it comes to giving up this lovely loafing hourunder our own grandmother poplar I say girls go ahead and knockbut spare the whisper Id die if I had to go tramping around seeingthings and saying hello to that mob with a sweeping wave of herone free arm the other was around Janet Clarkes waistYou are right little girl it is lovely to gather here and let theothers do the traipsing And as for the whisper anyone within sightmay also hear for this is a shout rather than a whisper The realpoint is we are gathered together while others are scattered apartBut where is Jane Allen I always look to her to start things andwe cant stay here all day alluring as is the grandmother poplarWe have juties girls juties Dozia Dalton had risen to herfull height which measured more feet and inches than her latestkitchen door records verified and her hair now wound around herhead like a big brown braided coffee cake added a few more inchesin spite of all the flat pinning Dozia took refuge in It may beattractive to be tall and slender but somehow old Dame Nature has away of keeping her pets humble She loves

Produced by Charles Franks Christopher Lundand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamJACK OF THE PONY EXPRESSOrThe Young Rider of the Mountain TrailsByFRANK V WEBSTERCONTENTSCHAPTERI JACK IN THE SADDLEII POSTMISTRESS JENNIEIII A NARROW ESCAPEIV IMPORTANT LETTERSV JUST IN TIMEVI THE SECRET MINEVII THE STRANGERS AGAINVIII A NIGHT ATTACK IX IN BONDSX A QUEER DISCOVERYXI DUMMY LETTERSXII A RIDE FOR LIFEXIII THE INSPECTORXIV THE CHASEXV A CAUTIONXVI SUNGER GOES LAMEXVII AN INVITATION DECLINEDXVIII A QUEER FEELINGXIX A DESPERATE RIDEXX AT GOLDEN CROSSINGXXI THE ARGENT LETTERSXXII THE MASKED MANXXIII THE ESCAPEXXIV JACKS IDEAXXV JACKS TRICKCONCLUSIONCHAPTER IJACK IN THE SADDLEYour father is a little late tonight isnt he JackYes Mrs Watson he should have been here a halfhour ago and he wouldtoo if he had ridden Sunger instead of his own horseYou think a lot of that pony of yours dont you Jack and amotherlylooking woman came to the doorway of a small cottage and peeredup the mountain trail which ran in front of the building Out on thetrail itself stood a tall bronzed lad who was in fact about seventeenyears of age but whose robust frame and athletic build made him appearseveral years olderYes Mrs Watson the boy answered with a smile I do think a lot ofSunger and hes worth it tooYes I guess he is And he can travel swiftly too My goodness The wayyou sometimes clatter past my house makes me think youll sure have anaccident Sometimes Im so nervous I cant look at youSunger is pretty surefooted even on worse mountain trails than the onefrom Rainbow Ridge to Golden Crossing answered Jack with a laugh thatshowed his white even teeth which formed a strange contrast to his tannedfaceSunger repeated Mrs Watson musingly What an odd name I often wonderhow you came to call him thatIt isnt his real name explained Jack as he gave another look up thetrail over which the rays of the declining sun were shining and thenwalked up to the porch where he sat down The pony was once owned by aMexican miner and he named him something in Spanish which meant that thelittle horse could go so fast that he dodged the sun Sundodger was whatthe name would be in English I suppose and after I bought him thats whatI called himBut Sundodger is too much of a mouthful when ones in a hurry and Jacklaughed at his idea so he went on I shortened it to Sunger whichdoes just as wellYes as long as he knows it agreed Mrs Watson But I guess Jack Ihad better be going I did think Id wait until your father came and putthe supper on for you both but hes so late nowYes Mrs Watson dont wait interrupted Jack I dont know what tomake of dads being so late But were used to getting our own meals soyou neednt worry Well get along all rightOh I know you will For two menfor you are getting so big I shall haveto call you a man and she smiled at him For two men you really getalong very well indeedYes Im getting to be something of a cook myself admitted the lad ButI cant quite equal your biscuits yet and theres no use saying I canHowever you baked a pretty good batch this afternoon and dad sure will bepleased when he sees em I wish hed come while theyre hot though andonce more Jack Bailey arose and went out to peer up the trail He listenedintently but his sharp senses caught no sound of clattering hoofs norsight of a horseman coming down the slope a good view of which could behad from in front of the house that stood on a bend in the roadWell then Ill be getting along Mrs Watson resumed as she threw ashawl over her shoulders for though the day had been warm there was acoolness in the mountain air with the coming of night Everything is allready to dishup went on the motherlylooking woman as she went out ofthe front gate The chicken is hot on the back of the stoveOh well make out all right thank you called Jack after her as shestarted down the trail Mrs Watson lived about a quarter of a mile awayHer husband was a miner and she had a grown daughter so it was quiteconvenient for Mrs Watson to come over twice a week or oftener onoccasions and do the housework in the cottage where Mr Peter Bailey andhis son Jack lived Mrs Watson would do the sweeping dusting and as muchcooking as she had time for and then go back to her own homeJacks mother was dead and he and his father had managed for some yearswithout the services of a housekeeper Mr Bailey was a pony express ridercarrying the mail and small express packages between the settlements ofRainbow Ridge and Golden Crossing Mr Bailey and Jack lived on theoutskirts of Rainbow RidgeThis was in the Rocky Mountain country of one of our western states andthe trails were so wild and winding and for that matter so unsafe thatit was out of the question to use a mail or stage coach between the twoplacesFrom Rainbow Ridge however there was a stage route going east which tookthe mail and express matter as it was brought in by Mr Bailey And fromGolden Crossing going west the same arrangement was made Golden Crossingwas a settlement on the banks of the Ponto River a small enough stream inordinary times but which was wild and dangerous during heavy rains orfreshetsSo the pony express as run by Mr Bailey was the only regular means ofcommunication between Golden Crossing and Rainbow Ridge It was ofimportance too for often valuable mail and packages went through theroute being shorter and quicker than by a roundabout stage lineWhen Mrs Watson was out of sight around a bend in the trail Jack wentinto the cottage It really was a cottage though when Mr Bailey firstbrought his family to the West it had been but a cabin or shack But MrBailey

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Produced by Juliet Sutherland Ted Garvinand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration _Little Bear walked up and shook hands with GrandpaTortoise_ LITTLE BEARAT WORK AND AT PLAYByFRANCES MARGARET FOXAuthor of Doings of Little Bear Adventures of Sonny Bearand The KinderkinsIllustrated byWARNER CARRLovingly dedicated to theFIRST GIRLSWho lived in the Martha Cook DormitoryAnn Arbor Michigan because they lovedLITTLE BEARCONTENTSWHEN LITTLE BEAR BRAGGEDWHEN MOTHER SKUNK HELPED LITTLE BEARWHEN LITTLE BEAR WOULD NOT WORKHOW LITTLE BEAR LEARNED TO SWIMLITTLE BEAR AND THE LOST OTTER BABYWHEN LITTLE BEAR VISITED SCHOOLLITTLE BEAR GETS HIS WISHTHREE BEARS COME TO BREAKFASTLITTLE BEARS PROMISELITTLE BEARS SURPRISE PARTYACKNOWLEDGMENTSThanks are extended to the _Youths Companion_ forpermission to reprint the following stories WhenLittle Bear Bragged When Mother Skunk Helped LittleBear When Little Bear Would Not Work How LittleBear Learned to Swim Little Bear and the Lost OtterBaby When Little Bear Visited School Little BearGets His Wish and Little Bears Surprise Party andto the _Christian Observer_ for permission to reprintthe following stories Three Bears Come to Breakfastand Little Bears PromiseIllustration _Between times Little Bear asked questions_ LITTLE BEARAT WORK AND AT PLAYWHEN LITTLE BEAR BRAGGEDOne rainy day the three bears were sitting by the firein their comfortable house in the woods telling storiesFirst Father Bear would tell a story and then MotherBear would tell a story and then Father Bear wouldhave a turn again Between times Little Bear askedquestionsThe three were happy and merry until Mother Beartold the old story about the race between the hare andthe tortoise and how the slowgoing tortoise was thefirst to reach the goal because the hare took a nap anddid not wake up until after the tortoise had passed himand had won the raceYou see Mother Bear explained the hare was sosure he could win that he did not even try to reach thegoal quickly He was so swiftfooted that he thoughthe could go to sleep if he chose and still come out aheadof the patient tortoiseWasnt he silly exclaimed Little Bear If I weregoing to run a race with Grandpa Tortoise I should gothis way until I reached the goal And Little Bearpranced up and down the room until he made even theporridge bowls rattle in the cupboard I guess I shouldknow enough to know that Grandpa Tortoise wouldkeep stepping ahead and stepping ahead and get tothe goal in time You would not catch me taking anynaps if I started out to run a race with anyone NosirreeMother Bear laughed heartily but Father Bear lookedvery solemn He did not like to hear Little Bear bragat allSo you think Son Bear said he that if youshould run a race with Grandpa Tortoise you would bewiser than our old friend Peter Hare Is that whatyou meanI know I should bragged Little Bear Id sayGoodby Grandpa Tortoise and off Id start and Ishould beat him before he had time to think Thenafterward if I were sleepy and wanted to I should takea napVery well said Father Bear I shall see GrandpaTortoise and if he is willing to run a race with a sillylittle fellow like you you shall have your chance andPeter Hare shall be the judgeSo it came about that when the rain was over thefriends of the Three Bears and of the hare and thetortoise met in the woods to see the funLittle Bear noticed that before the race began thehare and the tortoise were laughing about somethingbut he did not even wonder what it was He had nothingto worry aboutAt last the word was given One two three goIllustration He was out of breath before he had passed the firstoak treeAway went the tortoise slow and easy Off startedLittle Bear running so fast that he was out of breathbefore he had passed the first oak tree and was glad tostop a second and have a drink of dew from an acorn cupthat Friend Treetoad offered himThank you remarked Little Bear as he returnedthe cup but that was not enough I shall have to stepover to the springRemember how the hare lost the race FriendTreetoad warned himOh I shall not go to sleep answered Little Bearand really Grandpa Tortoise walks slower than Ithought he didBeside the spring were a number of Little Bearsold friends dressed in green satin coats who were playingleapfrog They asked Little Bear to play with themand soon he was showing the frogs what long leaps hecould make And then in a little while many babyrabbits came and joined in the fun The next that LittleBear knew he was chasing baby rabbits over the rocksand catching nuts that the squirrels threw to him fromthe tree tops and having a joyful playtimeAn hour passed quickly and then Little Bear suddenlyremembered that he had started out to run a raceBack he ran to the path and away he flew toward thegoal while the baby rabbits laughed and danced anddanced and laughed Father Bear had sent them toplay with Little Bear but they did not know why hehad sent them until that minuteIllustration Grandpa Tortoise had reached his goalStepping along stepping along slowly but surelyGrandpa Tortoise had reached the goal just as he had inthe longago day when he ran the race with the hareLittle Bear as he came near the goal heard the neighborsshouting Hurrah for the champion Hurrahfor the champion Hurrah for Grandpa TortoiseEven Father Bear was shoutingLittle Bear remembered his manners and as hisfather had told him what to do if he lost the race straightwaywalked up and shook hands with Grandpa TortoiseAnd the hare although he must have been laughing inhis sleeve remembered his manners too and did notlet anyone see him laughAfter that the old friends and neighbors went homewith the Three Bears to eat blackberries and honey andto tell stories round the fire Grandpa Tortoise wenttoo He had traveled so slowly that he was not eventired Little Bear asked a few questions as usualthat afternoon when the stories were told but he didnot brag And when Peter Hare winked at him onceor twice he laughedWHEN MOTHER SKUNK HELPEDLITTLE BEAROnce upon a

This etext was produced by Gardner Buchanan with help fromCharles Franks and Distributed ProofersA brief note about the Project Gutenberg edition of Lifein the Grey Nunnery at MontrealLife in the Grey Nunnery was first published in Bostonin 1857 by Edward P Hood who was credited as the bookseditor It is likely that this account is by Sarah JRichardson as told to Edward Hood though it may infact be completely fictional It is clearly anantiCatholic book an example of the genre of fictionreferred to as the convent horror story AntiCatholicsentiments were common in the United States during themiddle part of the 1800s probably directed at the relativelylarge number of Catholic immigrants arriving from Germanyand particularly Ireland during this period Thesesentiments resulted in riots and the burning of churchesincluding the destruction by a mob of the Ursuline conventand girls school in Charlestown Massachusetts Duringthis period a powerful nationalist political party theKnow Nothings also emerged and won a number ofinfluential positions in the 1850s particularly in NewEngland They succeeded in creating legislation hostileto the Catholic church barring Catholics from variouspositions and requiring Catholic institutions to submitto hostile inspections The interested reader isencouraged to use a literature search for the terms MARIAMONK or KNOW NOTHINGS to learn more about this genre ofliterature and the social circumstances in which it wascreatedLIFE IN THE GREY NUNNERY AT MONTREALAn authentic narrative of the horrors mysteriesand cruelties of convent life by Sarah J Richardsonan escaped nunEdited by Edward P HoodTABLE OF CONTENTSCHAPTER I PARENTAGEFATHERS MARRIAGECHAPTER II THE WHITE NUNNERYCHAPTER III THE NURSERYCHAPTER IV A SLAVE FOR LIFECHAPTER V CEREMONY OF CONFIRMATIONCHAPTER VI THE GREY NUNNERYCHAPTER VII ORPHANS HOMECHAPTER VIII CONFESSION AND SORROW OF NO AVAILCHAPTER IX ALONE WITH THE DEADCHAPTER X THE SICK NUNCHAPTER XI THE JOY OF FREEDOMCHAPTER XII STRANGER IN A STRANGE LANDCHAPTER XIII LANDLADYS STORY CONTINUEDCHAPTER XIV THE TWO SISTERSCHAPTER XV CHOICE OF PUNISHMENTSCHAPTER XVI HORRORS OF STARVATIONCHAPTER XVII THE TORTURE ROOMCHAPTER XVIII RETURN TO THE NUNNERYCHAPTER XIX SICKNESS AND DEATH OF A SUPERIORCHAPTER XX STUDENTS AT THE ACADEMYCHAPTER XXI SECOND ESCAPE FROM THE NUNNERYCHAPTER XXII LONELY MIDNIGHT WALKCHAPTER XXIII FLIGHT AND RECAPTURECHAPTER XXIV RESOLVES TO ESCAPECHAPTER XXV EVENTFUL JOURNEYCHAPTER XXVI CONCLUSIONAPPENDIX I ABSURDITIES OF ROMANISTSAPPENDIX II CRUELTY OF ROMANISTSAPPENDIX III INQUISITION OF GOAIMPRISONMENT OF M DELLON 1673APPENDIX IV INQUISITION OF GOA CONCLUDEDAPPENDIX V INQUISITION AT MACERATA ITALYAPPENDIX VI ROMANISM OF THE PRESENT DAYAPPENDIX VII NARRATIVE OP SIGNORINA FLORIENCIA D ROMANILIFE IN THE GREY NUNNERYCHAPTER IPARENTAGEFATHERS MARRIAGEI was born at St Johns New Brunswick in the year1835 My father was from the city of Dublin Irelandwhere he spent his youth and received an education inaccordance with the strictest rules of Roman Catholicfaith and practice Early manhood however found himdissatisfied with his native country longing for otherscenes and distant climes He therefore left Irelandand came to QuebecHere he soon became acquainted with Capt Willard awealthy English gentleman who finding him a strangerin a strange land kindly opened his door and gave himemployment and a home Little did he think that in sodoing he was warming in his bosom a viper whose poisonousfangs would ere long fasten on his very heartstringsand bring down his grey hairs with sorrow to the graveHis only child was a lovely daughter of fourteen Fromwhat I have heard of her I think she must have been verybeautiful in person quiet gentle and unassuming in herdeportment and her disposition amiable and affectionateShe was exceedingly romantic and her mental powers werealmost if not entirely uncultivated still she possessedsufficient strength of character to enable her to forma deep ardent and permanent attachmentThe young stranger gazed upon her with admiring eyesand soon began to whisper in her ear the flattering taleof love This of course her parents could not approveWhat give their darling to a stranger Never no neverWhat could they do without her Grieved that their kindnessshould have been thus returned they bade him go his wayand leave their child in peace He did go but like athief he returned In the darkness of midnight he stoleto her chamber and bore away from the home of herchildhood a fathers joy a mothers prideWho can tell the anguish of their souls when they enteredthat deserted chamber How desolate their lonelyhearthstone How dark the home where her presence hadscattered rainbow hues A terrible blow it was to CaptWillard a very bitter thing thus to have his cherishedplans frustrated his brightest hopes destroyed to seethe very sun of his existence go down at midday in cloudsand darkness Yes to the stern father this sad eventbrought bitter bitter grief But to the motherthattender affectionate mother it was death Yea more thandeath for reason at the first shock reeled and totteredon its throne then as days and weeks passed by andstill the loved one did not return when every effort tofind her had been made in vain then the dread certaintysettled down upon her soul that her child was lost toher forever Hope gave place to despair and she becamefrom that time a raving maniac At length death cameto her relief and her husband was left aloneSix weary years passed over the lonely man and then herejoiced in the intelligence that his child was stillliving with her husband at St Johns He immediatelywrote to her imploring her to return to her old homeand with the light of her presence dispel the gloom ofhis dwelling Accordingly she left St Johns and incompany with her husband returned to her father I wasthen about a year and

This etext was prepared by Les Bowler St Ives DorsetTHE LEGENDS OF SAINT PATRICK BYAUBREY DE VERE LLDCONTENTSINTRODUCTION BY HENRY MORLEYSAINT PATRICKFROM ENGLISH WRITERS BY HENRY MORLEYPREFACE BY THE AUTHORPOEMSTHE BAPTISM OF SAINT PATRICKTHE DISBELIEF OF MILCHOSAINT PATRICK AT TARASAINT PATRICK AND THE TWO PRINCESSESSAINT PATRICK AND THE CHILDREN OF FOCHLUT WOODSAINT PATRICK AND KING LAEGHAIRESAINT PATRICK AND THE IMPOSTORSAINT PATRICK AT CASHELSAINT PATRICK AND THE CHILDLESS MOTHERSAINT PATRICK AT THE FEAST OF KNOCK CAESAINT PATRICK AND KING EOCHAIDSAINT PATRICK AND THE FOUNDING OF ARMAGH CATHEDRALTHE ARRAIGNMENT OF SAINT PATRICKTHE STRIVING OF SAINT PATRICK ON MOUNT CRUACHANEPILOGUE THE CONFESSION OF SAINT PATRICKINTRODUCTION BY HENRY MORLEYOnce more our readers are indebted to a living poet for widecirculation of a volume of delightful verse The name of Aubrey deVere is the more pleasantly familiar because its association withour highest literature has descended from father to son In 1822sixtyseven years ago Sir Aubrey de Vere of Curragh Chase byAdare in the county of Limerickthen thirtyfour years oldfirstmade his mark with a dramatic poem upon Julian the Apostate In1842 Sir Aubrey published Sonnets which his friend Wordsworthdescribed as the most perfect of our age and in the year of hisdeath he completed a dramatic poem upon Mary Tudor published inthe next year 1847 with the Lamentation of Ireland and otherPoems Sir Aubrey de Veres Mary Tudor should be read by all whohave read Tennysons play on the same subjectThe gift of genius passed from Sir Aubrey to his third son AubreyThomas de Vere who was born in 1814 and through a long life hasput into music only noble thoughts associated with the love of Godand man and of his native land His first work published fortyseven years ago was a lyrical piece in which he gave his sympathyto devout and persecuted men whose ways of thought were not his ownAubrey de Veres poems have been from time to time revised byhimself and they were in 1884 finally collected into three volumespublished by Messrs Kegan Paul Left free to choose from amongtheir various contents I have taken this little book of Legends ofSt Patrick first published in 1872 but in so doing I haveunwillingly left many a piece that would please many a readerThey are not however inaccessible Of the three volumes ofcollected works each may be had separately and is complete initself The first contains The Search after Proserpine and otherPoemsClassical and Meditative The second contains the Legendsof St Patrick and Legends of Irelands Heroic Age including aversion of the Tain Bo The third contains two plays Alexanderthe Great St Thomas of Canterbury and other PoemsFor the convenience of some readers the following extract from thesecond volume of my English Writers may serve as a prosaicsummary of what is actually known about St Patrick H MST PATRICKFROM ENGLISH WRITERSThe birth of St Patrick Apostle and Saint of Ireland has beengenerally placed in the latter half of the fourth century and he issaid to have died at the age of a hundred and twenty As he died inthe year 493and we may admit that he was then a very old manifwe may say that he reached the age of eightyeight we place hisbirth in the year 405 We may reasonably believe therefore thathe was born in the early part of the fifth century His birthplacenow known as Kilpatrick was at the junction of the Levin with theClyde in what is now the county of Dumbarton His baptismal namewas Succath His father was Calphurnius a deacon son of Potituswho was a priest His mothers name was Conchessa whose family mayhave belonged to Gaul and who may thus have been as it is said shewas of the kindred of St Martin of Tours for there is a traditionthat she was with Calphurnius as a slave before he married herSince Eusebius spoke of three bishops from Britain at the Council ofArles Succath known afterwards in missionary life by his name inreligion Patricius pater civium might very reasonably be adeacons sonIn his early years Succath was at home by the Clyde and he speaksof himself as not having been obedient to the teaching of theclergy When he was sixteen years old he with two of his sistersand other of his countrymen was seized by a band of Irish piratesthat made descent on the shore of the Clyde and carried him off toslavery His sisters were taken to another part of the island andhe was sold to Milcho MacCuboin in the north whom he served for sixor seven years so learning to speak the language of the countrywhile keeping his masters sheep by the Mountain of Slieve MissThoughts of home and of its Christian life made the youth feel theheathenism that was about him his exile seemed to him a punishmentfor boyish indifference and during the years when young enthusiasmlooks out upon life with new sense of a mans powergrowing formans work that is to doSuccath became filled with religious zealThree Latin pieces are ascribed to St Patrick a Confessionwhich is in the Book of Armagh and in three other manuscripts10a a letter to Coroticus and a few Dieta Patricii which arealso in the Book of Armagh 10b There is no strong reason forquestioning the authenticity of the Confession which is inunpolished Latin the writer calling himself indoctusrusticissimus imperitus and it is full of a deep religiousfeeling It is concerned rather with the inner than the outer lifebut includes references to the early days of trial by whichSuccaths whole heart was turned to God He says After I cameinto Ireland I pastured sheep daily and prayed many times a dayThe love and fear of God

Etext produced by Martin SchubTHE LONG LABRADOR TRAILbyDILLON WALLACEAuthor of The Lure of the Labrador Wild etcIllustratedMCMXVII TO THE MEMORY OF MY WIFE A drear and desolate shore Where no tree unfolds its leaves And never the spring wind weaves Green grass for the hunters tread A land forsaken and dead Where the ghostly icebergs go And come with the ebb and flow Whittiers The Rocktomb of BradorePREFACEIn the summer of 1903 when Leonidas Hubbard Jr went to Labrador toexplore a section of the unknown interior it was my privilege toaccompany him as his companion and friend The world has heard of thedisastrous ending of our little expedition and how Hubbard fightingbravely and heroically to the last finally succumbed to starvationBefore his death I gave him my promise that should I survive I wouldwrite and publish the story of the journey In The Lure of TheLabrador Wild that pledge was kept to the best of my abilityWhile Hubbard and I were struggling inland over those desolate wasteswhere life was always uncertain we entered into a compact that incase one of us fall the other would carry to completion theexploratory work that he had planned and begun Providence willedthat it should become my duty to fulfil this compact and thefollowing pages are a record of how it was doneNot I but Hubbard planned the journey of which this book tells andfrom him I received the inspiration and with him the training andexperience that enabled me to succeed It was his spirit that led meon over the wearisome trails and through the rushing rapids and tohim and to his memory belong the credit and the honor of successD WFebruary 1907CONTENTSCHAPTER I THE VOICE OF THE WILDERNESS II ON THE THRESHOLD OF THE UNKNOWN III THE LAST OF CIVILIZATION IV ON THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL V WE GO ASTRAY VI LAKE NIPISHISH IS REACHED VII SCOUTING FOR THE TRAILVIII SEAL LAKE AT LAST IX WE LOSE THE TRAIL X WE SEE MICHIKAMAU XI THE PARTING AT MICHIKAMAU XII OVER THE NORTHERN DIVIDEXIII DISASTER IN THE RAPIDSXIV TIDE WATER AND THE POST XV OFF WITH THE ESKIMOSXVI CAUGHT BY THE ARCTIC ICEXVII TO WHALE RIVER AND FORT CHIMOXVIII THE INDIANS OF THE NORTHXIX THE ESKIMOS OF LABRADORXX THE SLEDGE JOURNEY BEGUNXXI CROSSING THE BARRENSXXII ON THE ATLANTIC ICEXXIII BACK TO NORTHWEST RIVERXXIV THE END OF THE LONG TRAIL APPENDIXILLUSTRATIONSThe Perils of the Rapids in color from a painting by Oliver KempIce Encountered Off the Labrador CoastThe Time For Action Had ComeCamp Was Moved to the First Small LakeWe Found a Longdisused Log Cache of the IndiansBelow Lake NipishishThrough Ponds and Marshes Northward Toward Otter LakeWe Shall Call the River BabewendigashPete Standing by the Prostrate Caribou Was Grinning From Ear to EarA Network of Lakes and the Country as Level as a TableMichikamauWriting Letters to the Home FolksOur Lonely Perilous Journey Toward the Dismal Wastes Was BegunAbandoned Indian Camp On the Shore of Lake MichikamatsOne of the Wigwams Was a Large One and Oblong in ShapeAt Last We Saw the PostA Miserable Little Log ShackA Group of Eskimo WomenA Labrador TypeEskimo ChildrenA Snow IglooThe Silence of the North in color from a painting by Frederic C StokesNachvak Post of the Hudsons Bay CompanyThe Hills Grew Higher and HigherWe Turned Into a Pass Leading to the NorthwardThe Moravian Mission at RamahPlodding Southward Over the Endless SnowNain the Moravian Headquarters in LabradorThe Indians Were HereGeological SpecimensMapsCHAPTER ITHE VOICE OF THE WILDERNESSIts always the way Wallace When a fellow starts on the longtrail hes never willing to quit Itll be the same with you if yougo with me to Labrador When you come home youll hear the voice ofthe wilderness calling you to return and it will lure you backagainIt seems but yesterday that Hubbard uttered those prophetic words ashe and I lay before our blazing camp fire in the snowcoveredShawangunk Mountains on that November night in the year 1901 andplanned that fateful trip into the unexplored Labrador wildernesswhich was to cost my dear friend his life and both of usindescribable sufferings and hardships And how true a prophecy itwas You who have smelled the camp fire smoke who have drunk in thepure forest air laden with the smell of the fir tree who have dippedyour paddle into untamed waters or climbed mountains with theknowledge that none but the red man has been there before you orhave perchance had to fight the wilds and nature for your veryexistence you of the wilderness brotherhood can understand how thefever of exploration gets into ones blood and draws one back again tothe forests and the barrens in spite of resolutions to go no moreIt was more than this however that lured me back to Labrador Therewas the vision of dear old Hubbard as I so often saw him during ourstruggle through that rugged northland wilderness wasted in form andragged in dress but always hopeful and eager his undying spirit andindomitable will focused in his words to me and I can still see himas he looked when he said themThe work must be done Wallace and if one of us falls before it iscompleted the other must finish itI went back to Labrador to do the work he had undertaken but which hewas not permitted to accomplish His exhortation appealed to me as acommand from my leadera call to dutyHubbard had planned to penetrate the Labrador peninsula from GroswaterBay following the old northern trail of the Mountaineer Indians fromNorthwest River Post of the Hudsons Bay Company situated onGroswater Bay one

Produced by D Garcia Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsIllustration SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOISFoundress of the Congregation of Notre DameESTABLISHED IN MONTREAL CANADA 1659THE LIFE OF VENERABLE SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOISFOUNDRESS OF THE SISTERS OF THECONGREGATION OF NOTRE DAME_ESTABLISHED AT MONTREAL CANADA 1659__TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH_BY A RELIGIEUSECEDAR RAPIDS IOWAAUTHORS PREFACE Having read a French edition of the Life of Venerable Sister Bourgeoispublished in 1818 the translator of the present work was so charmed byits perusal that she resolved on rendering it into English for thespiritual edification of othersMany years ago the work of translation was commenced but from somepreventing cause or other was as often laid aside Yet the idea ofpresenting it to the public remained as no _English_ Version of SisterBourgeois life exists at least in the United StatesTherefore determining at last to obey an impulse of long standing thescattered translation sheets have been prepared for publication withthe humble hope that the reader may derive as much benefit from theirperusal as did the writerIn this age of miscellaneous and corrupt literature when people ofevery condition of life are literally devouring irreligious magazinesand serials it surely cannot be amiss to add another volume to thealready rich store of our libraries in order to help roll back thetorrent of universal depravity that threatens the rain of our belovedcountry and also to place before the minds of the young the gloriousexample of one of Gods heroinesThe _Second Centennial_ of Sister Bourgeois advent to America isalready past and more than a hundred years before the _Declaration ofIndependence_ was she laboring in the cause of humanity for the gloryof God in the New WorldIf reading the lives of such women as Mrs Setona Protestant Americanlady who after her conversion to the Catholic Church in Italy so burnedwith the love of God as to return to her native land in her earlywidowhood to form a flourishing religious sisterhood in New York ofNano Nagle an Irish aristocrat who turned from a useless fashionablelife to the lowly spirit of the gospel on seeing the poor artizans ofParis crowding to early Mass in the Church of Notre Dame beforebeginning their daily toil while she lolled weariedly in her carriageafter a midnight ball heroically putting her hand to the plough shenever turned back and left behind her another religious Sisterhood inIreland to perpetuate her philanthropic sanctity of Catharine McAuleywho receiving from her adopted Protestant parents a princely fortuneexpended every shilling of it in building up the Order of Mercy one ofthe latest and most flourishing outposts of the Church of God of StJane de Chantal who after having been tried in the fire of afflictionfor yearsfounded in her advanced widowhood the Order of theVisitation under the direction of St Francis de Salesand whoattained such an extraordinary degree of perfection as to be seenascending to heaven like a luminous meteor after her happy deathIf the perusal of the lives of these and a host of other sainted womensuch as the Catholic Church alone can produce has filled many a youngheart with high and holy aspirationsperhaps the contents of thislittle volume will not be less efficacious for the glory of God theinterests of religion and the salvation of soulsA literal translation has been adhered to as far as possibleone or tworemarks at the close being the only additions So if any defects existin the work they belong solely to the translator whose aim has not beenrhetorical composition but the greater glory of God And if but oneheart be won more closely to the knowledge and love of Jesus Christ byits perusal she will be amply repaid and prays that the blessing ofthe Sacred Heart of Jesus may be given to her humble effort to advanceHis honor and gloryRespectfully THE AUTHORESSCONTENTSCHAPTER ITHE DISCOVERY OF CANADA AND COLONIZATION OF MONTREALCHAPTER IIMESSRS DAUVERSIERE AND DE MAISONNEUVE VISIT MONTREALCHAPTER IIIESTABLISHMENT OF THE HOTEL DIEUECCLESIASTICAL APPOINTMENTSFOR CANADA ETCCHAPTER IVEARLY YEARS OF MARGARET BOURGEOIS AND HER VOCATION FOR THECANADIAN MISSIONCHAPTER VMARGARET BOURGEOIS AFTER MANY TRIALS AND MORTIFICATIONSAT LENGTH SAILS WITH M DE MAISONNEUVE FOR CANADACHAPTER VISISTER BOURGEOISS ARRIVAL IN CANADACHAPTER VIIESTABLISHMENT OF THE SISTERS OF THE CONGREGATION OF NOTRE DAMEAT VILLEMARIECHAPTER VIIIM FRANCOIS DE LAVAL DE MONTMORENCI IS APPOINTED FIRST BISHOP OFCANADASISTER BOURGEOIS SUCCEEDS IN BUILDING THE CHURCH OF NOTRE DAMECHAPTER IXTHE RULES OF THE CONGREGATION AND ESTABLISHMENT OF MISSIONSCHAPTER XTHE PRIVATE AND SOCIAL VIRTUES OF SISTER BOURGEOISCHAPTER XISISTER BOURGEOISS HAPPY DEATH AND THE WONDERS THAT FOLLOWED ITCHAPTER XIITHE EXCELLENCE OF HER INSTITUTES HER MAXIMS INSTITUTIONS ETCCHAPTER XIIIA RECAPITULATION OF THE PRINCIPAL EVENTS OF THE LIFE OF SISTER BOURGEOISCONCLUSIONLIFE OF THE VENERABLE SISTER MARGARET BOURGEOIS CHAPTER ITHE DISCOVERY OF CANADA AND COLONIZATION OF MONTREALEvery one knows that America is called the New World because until theclose of the 15th century it was unknown to the other nations of theearthat least it was then unknown to Europe Until quite near the endof that century Canada was absolutely a _terra incognita_being onevast forest inhabited only by the red man and by beasts as wild anduntamable as he In the year 1534 James Cartier a skilful navigatorbeing provided with a commission from the King of France set sail fromSt Malo with two ships of sixty tons burden carrying one hundred andtwentytwo wellequipped seamen in order to reconnoitre that part ofthe New World Cartiers first voyage was quite successful Hediscovered Canada and took possession of it in the name of the FrenchKing Having made his observations from the different posts whichsurround the Gulf that receives into its bosom the waters of the greatriver of Canada since called

This eBook was produced by Les Bowler St Ives DorsetLETTERS TO SIR WILLIAM WINDHAM AND MR POPEBY LORD BOLINGBROKEContents Introduction By Henry Morley Letter To Sir William Windham Letter To Alexander PopeINTRODUCTIONHenry St John who became Viscount Bolingbroke in 1712 was born onthe 1st of October 1678 at the family manor of Battersea then acountry village His grandfather Sir Walter St John lived therewith his wife Johannadaughter to Cromwells Chief Justice OliverSt Johnin one home with the childs father Henry St John whowas married to the second daughter of Robert Rich Earl of WarwickThe childs grandfather a man of high character lived to the ageof eightyseven and his father more a man of what is miscalledpleasure to the age of ninety It was chiefly by his grandfatherand grandmother that the education of young Henry St John was caredfor Simon Patrick afterwards Bishop of Ely was for some years achaplain in their home By his grandfather and grandmother thechilds religious education may have been too formally cared for Apassage in Bolingbrokes letter to Pope shows that he was requiredas a child to read works of a divine who made a hundred andnineteen sermons on the hundred and nineteenth PsalmAfter education at Eton and Christchurch Henry St John travelledabroad and in the year 1700 he married at the age of twentytwoFrances daughter and coheiress of Sir Henry Winchescomb aBerkshire baronet She had much property and more in prospectIn the year 1701 Henry St John entered Parliament as member forWotton Bassett the family borough He acted with the Tories andbecame intimate with their leader Robert Harley He soon becamedistinguished as the ablest and most vigorous of the youngsupporters of the Tory party He was a handsome man and a brilliantspeaker delighted in by politicians who according to his own imagein the Letter to Windham grow like hounds fond of the man whoshows them game He was active in the impeachment of SomersMontague the Duke of Portland and the Earl of Oxford for theirnegotiation of the Partition Treaties In later years he said hehad acted here in ignorance and justified those treatiesJames II died at St Germains a pensioner of France aged sixtyeight on the 6th of September 1701His pretensions to the English throne passed to the son who hadbeen born on the 10th of June 1688 and whose birth had hastened onthe Revolution That son James Francis Edward Stuart who was onlythirteen years old at his fathers death is known sometimes inhistory as the Old Pretender the Young Pretender being his sonCharles Edward whose defeat at Culloden in 1746 destroyed the lastfaint hope of a restoration of the Stuarts It is with the youngheir to the pretensions of James II that the story of the life ofBolingbroke becomes concernedKing William III died on the 8th of March 1702 and was succeededby James IIs daughter Anne who was then thirtyeight years oldand had been married when in her nineteenth year to Prince George ofDenmark She was a good wife and a good simpleminded woman amuchtroubled mother who had lost five children in their infancybesides one who survived to be a boy of eleven and had died in theyear 1700 As his death left the succession to the Crown unsettledan Act of Settlement passed on the 12th of June 1701 had providedthat in case of failure of direct heirs to the throne the Crownshould pass to the next Protestant in succession who was Sophiawife of the Elector of Hanover The Electress Sophia was daughterof the Princess Elizabeth who had married the Elector Palatine in1613 granddaughter therefore of James I She was more thanseventy years old when Queen Anne began her reign For ardent youngTories who had no great interest in the limitation of authority orenthusiasm for a Protestant succession it was no treason to thinkthough it would be treason to say that the old Electress and hermore than fortyyearold German son George grossminded and clumsydid not altogether shut out hope for the succession of a more directheir to the CrownIn 1704 St John was Secretary at War when Harley was Secretary ofState and he remained in office till 1708 when the Whigs came inunder Marlborough and Godolphin and St Johns successor was hisrival Robert Walpole St John retired then for two year frompublic life to his country seat at Bucklersbury in Berkshire whichhad come to him through his wife by the death of his wifes fatherthe year before He was thirty years old the most brilliant of therising statesmen impatient of Harley as a leader and of Walpole ashis younger rival from the other side both of them men who in hiseyes were dull and slow St Johns quick intellect though eagerand impatient of successful rivalry had its philosophic turnDuring these two years of retirement he indulged the calmer love ofstudy and thought whose genius he said once in a letter to LordBathurst On the True use of Retirement and Study unlike thedream of Socrates whispered so softly that very often I heard himnot in the hurry of those passions by which I was transportedSome calmer hours there were in them I hearkened to himReflection had often its turn and the love of study and the desireof knowledge have never quite abandoned meIn 1710 the Whigs were out and Harley in again with St John in hisministry as Secretary of State I am thinking wrote Swift toStella what a veneration we used to have for Sir William Templebecause he might have been Secretary of State at fifty and here isa young fellow hardly thirty in that employmentIt was the policy of the Tories to put an end to the war withFrance that was against all their political interests The Whigswished to maintain it as a safeguard against reaction in favour ofthe Pretender In the peace negotiations nobody was so active asSecretary St John On

Produced by Rich Magahiz David Moynihanand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE LIVING LINKA NovelBY JAMES DE MILLEAuthor of The Dodge Club Cord and Creese The Cryptogram TheAmerican Baron c cTHE LIVING LINK CHAPTER IA TERRIBLE SECRETOn a pleasant evening in the month of May 1840 a group of young ladiesmight have been seen on the portico of Plympton Terrace a fashionableboardingschool near Derwentwater They all moved about with thoseeffusive demonstrations so characteristic of young girls but on thisoccasion there was a general hush among them which evidently arose fromsome unusual cause As they walked up and down arm in arm or with armsentwined or with clasped hands as young girls will they talked in lowearnest tones over some one engrossing subject or occasionally gatheredin little knots to debate some point in which while each offered adiffering opinion all were oppressed by one common sadnessWhile they were thus engaged there arose in the distance the sound of arapidly galloping horse At once all the murmur of conversation diedout and the company stood in silence awaiting the newcomer They didnot have to wait long Out from a place where the avenue wound amidstgroves and thickets a young girl mounted on a spirited bay came at fullspeed toward the portico Arriving there she stopped abruptly thenleaping lightly down she flung the reins over the horses neck whoforthwith galloped away to his stallThe rider who thus dismounted was young girl of about eighteen and ofvery striking appearance Her complexion was dark her hair black withits rich voluminous folds gathered in great glossy plaits behind Hereyes were of a deep hazel color radiant and full of energetic life Inthose eyes there was a certain earnestness of expression howeverdeepening down into something that seemed like melancholy which showedthat even in her young life she had experienced sorrow Her figure wasslender and graceful being well displayed by her closefittingridinghabit while a plumed hat completed her equipment and served toheighten the effect of her beautyAt her approach a sudden silence had fallen over the company and theyall stood motionless looking at her as she dismountedWhy what makes you all look at me so strangely she asked in a toneof surprise throwing a hasty glance over them Has any thinghappenedTo this question no answer was given but each seemed waiting for theother to speak At length a little thing of about twelve came up andencircling the newcomers waist with her arm looked up with asorrowful expression and whisperedEdith dearest Miss Plympton wants to see youThe silence and ominous looks of the others and the whispered words ofthe little girl together with her mournful face increased the surpriseand anxiety of Edith She looked with a strange air of apprehensionover the companyWhat is it she asked hurriedly Something has happened Do any ofyou know What is itShe spoke breathlessly and her eyes once more wandered with anxiousinquiry over all of them But no one spoke for whatever it was theyfelt the news to be serioussomething in fact which could not well becommunicated by themselves Once more Edith repeated her question andfinding that no answer was forthcoming her impatience allowed her towait no longer and so gathering up her long skirts in one hand andholding her whip in the other she hurried into the house to see MissPlymptonMiss Plymptons room was on the second floor and that lady herself wasseated by the window as Edith entered In the young girls face therewas now a deeper anxiety and seating herself near the centretable shelooked inquiringly at Miss PlymptonThe latter regarded her for some moments in silenceDid you wish to see me auntie dear said EdithMiss Plympton sighedYes she said slowly but my poor darling Edie I hardly know howto say to you what I have to say IIdo you think you can bear tohear it dearAt this Edith looked more disturbed than ever and placing her elbow onthe centretable she leaned her cheek upon her hand and fixed hermelancholy eyes upon Miss Plympton Her heart throbbed painfully andthe hand against which her head leaned trembled visibly But these signsof agitation did not serve to lessen the emotion of the other on thecontrary she seemed more distressed and quite at a loss how toproceedEdith said she at last my child you know how tenderly I love youI have always tried to be a mother to you and to save you from allsorrow but now my love and care are all useless for the sorrow hascome and I do not know any way by which I can break bad newstotoaa bereaved heartShe spoke in a tremulous voice and with frequent pausesBereaved exclaimed Edith with white lips Oh auntie Bereaved Isit that Oh tell me all Dont keep me in suspense Let me know theworstMiss Plympton looked still more troubled IIdont know what tosay she falteredYou mean _death_ cried Edith in an excited voice and oh Ineednt ask who Theres only oneonly one I had only oneonlyoneand nowhe isgoneGone repeated Miss Plympton mechanically and she said no more forin the presence of Ediths grief and of other facts which had yet to bedisclosedfacts which would reveal to this innocent girl somethingworse than even bereavementwords were useless and she could findnothing to say Her hand wandered through the folds of her dress andat length she drew forth a blackedged letter at which she gazed in anabstracted wayLet me see it cried Edith hurriedly and eagerly and before MissPlympton could prevent her or even imagine what she was about shedarted forward and snatched the letter from her hand Then she tore itopen and read it breathlessly The letter was very short and waswritten in a stiff constrained hand It was as followsDALTON HALL _May_ 6 1840MadameIt is my painful duty to communicate to you the death ofFrederick Dalton Esq of Dalton Hall who died

Produced by Duncan Harrod Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration MISS LADYTHE LAW OF THE LAND_Of Miss Lady whom it involved in mystery and ofJohn Eddring gentleman of the South whoread its deeper meaning_A NOVEL_By_EMERSON HOUGHAuthor ofThe Mississippi BubbleThe Way to the WestWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BYARTHUR I KELLERCOPYRIGHT 1904EMERSON HOUGHTO REBTO TADCONTENTSBOOK ICHAPTER I Miss LADY II MULEY III THE VISITOR IV A QUESTION OF VALUATION V CERTAIN PROBLEMS VI THE DRUM VII THE BELL VIII THE VOLCANO IX ON ITS MAJESTYS SERVICE X MISS LADY OF THE STAIR XI COLONEL CALVIN BLOUNTS PROPOSAL XII A WOMAN SCORNED XIII JOHN DOE vs YVRR XIV NUMBER 4 XV THE PURSUIT XVI THE TRAVELING BAG XVII MISS LADY AND HENRY DECHERDXVIII MISFORTUNEBOOK II I THE MAKING OF THE WILDERNESSBOOK III I EDDRING AGENT OF CLAIMS II THE OPINIONS OF CALVIN BLOUNT III REGARDING LOUISE LOISSON IV THE RELIGION OF JULES V DISCOVERY VI THE DANCER VII THE SUMMONS VIII THE STOLEN STEAMBOAT IX THE ACCUSER X THE VOYAGE XI THE WILDERNESS XII THE HOUSE OF HORROR XIII THE NIGHT IN THE FOREST XIV AT THE BIG HOUSE XV CERTAIN MOTIVES XVI THE NEW SHERIFF XVII THE LAW OF THE LANDXVIII MISS LADY AT THE BIG HOUSE XIX THREE LADIES LOUISE XX THE LID OF THE GRAVE XXI THE RED RIOT OF YOUTH XXII AMENDE HONORABLETHE LAW OF THE LANDCHAPTER IMISS LADYAh but it was a sweet and wonderful thing to see Miss Lady dance astrange and wondrous thing She was so sweet so strong so full ofgrace so like a bird in all her motions Now here now there andback again her feet scarce touching the floor her loose skirt heldout between her dainty fingers resembling wings she swam throughthe air up and down the room of the old plantation house as thoughshe were indeed the creature of an element wherein all wasimponderable light and free of hampering influences Dartingnodding beckoning courtesying to something that she sawit musthave moved you to applause had you seen Miss Lady dance You mighthave been restrained by the feeling that this was almost too unrealtoo unusual this dance of the young girl all alone in front of thegreat mirror which faithfully gave back the passing flying figureline for line flush for flush one bosomheave for that of theother Yet the tall white lilies in the corner saw and the tallwhite birds one on each side of the great cheval glass saw alsobut fluttered not since a lily and a stork and a maiden may each betall and white and each may understand the other subtlyMiss Lady stood at length tall and white her cheeks rosy withalher blown brown hair pushed back a bit one hand lightly resting onher bosom lookinglooking into the mirror asking of it somequestion getting indeed from it some answeran answer embodyingperhaps all that youth may mean all that the morning may bringFor now the sun of the South came creeping up apace and saw MissLady as it peered in through the rose lattice whereon hung scores offragrant blossoms A gentle wind of morning stirred the lace curtainsat the windows and touched Miss Ladys hair as she stood thereasking the answer of the mirror It was morning in the great roommorning for the southern day morning for the old plantation whosebell now jangled faintly and afar offmorning indeed for Miss Ladywho now had ceased in her selfabsorbed dance At this very momentas she stood gazing into the mirror with the sunlight and the rosesthus at hand one might indeed have sworn that it was morning forever over all the worldMiss Lady stood eager fascinated before the glass and in thepresence of the tall flowers and the tall birds saw something whichstirred her felt something which came in at the window out of theblue sky and from the red rose blossoms on the warm south windImpulsively she flung out her arms to the figure in the glassPerhaps she felt its beauty and its friendliness And yet an instantlater her arms relaxed and sank she sighed knowing not why shesighedAh Miss Lady if only it could be for ever morning for us all Naylet us say not so Let us say rather that this sweet picture of MissLady doubled by the glass remains today imperishably preserved inthe old mirrorthe picture of Miss Lady dancing as the bird fliesand then standing plaintive and questioning before her own imageloving it because it was beautiful and friendly dreading it becauseshe could not understandMiss Lady had forgotten that she was alone and did not hear the stepat the door nor see the hand which presently pushed back thecurtain There stepped into the room the tall somewhat full figureof a lady who stood looking on with eyes at first surprised thencynically amused The intruder paused laughing a low wellfedmellow laugh On the moment she coughed in deprecation Miss Ladysprang back as does the wild deer startled in the forest Her handswent to her cheeks which burned in swift flame thence to drop toher bosom where her heart was beating in a confusion of throbsstruggling with the reversed current of the blood of all her tallyoung bodyMamma she cried You startled me So it seems said the newcomer I beg your pardon I did not mean to intrude upon yourdevotionsShe came forward and seated herselfa tall woman a trifle full offigure now but still vital of presence Her figure

This eBook was produced by Robert Nield David StarnerCharles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamHandy Literal TranslationsTHE ORATIONS OF LYSIAS_LITERALLY TRANSLATED_CONTENTSTHE ORATIONSII FUNERAL ORATIONV FOR CALLIASVII THE OLIVE TREEIX POLYAENUSX THEOMNESTUSXII ERATOSTHENESXIII AGORATUSXIV ALCIBIADESXVI MANTITHEUSXVII PROPERTY OF ERATONXIX PROPERTY OF ARISTOPHANESXXII THE GRAIN DEALERSXXIII PANCLEONXXIV THE CRIPPLEXXV REPLY TO THE OVERTHROW OF THIS DEMOCRACYXXVIII ERGOCLESXXX NICOMACHUSXXXI AGAINST PHILONXXXII DIOGEITONXXXIII PANEGYRICORATION IIFUNERAL ORATION1 If I thought it were possible O fellowcitizens who are assembled atthis burialplace to set forth in words the valor of those who lie hereI should blame the men who invited me to speak about them at a few daysnotice But as all time would not be sufficient for the combinedefforts of all men to prepare an address adequate to their deeds thecity seems to me in providing for men to speak here to make theappointment at short notice on the supposition that the speakers wouldunder the circumstances meet with less adverse criticism2 And though my words relate to these men the chief difficulty is notconcerning their deeds but with those who formerly spoke upon them Forthe valor of these men has been the occasion of such abundance ofcomposition both by those able to compose and those wishing to speakthat although many noble sentiments have been uttered about them by menin the past yet much has been left unsaid and enough can yet be spokenat the present time For they have experienced perils on land and seaand everywhere and among all men who while bewailing their own hardfate yet sing the praises of the courage of these men3 First then I will review the hardships of our ancestors followingthe traditions For all men should keep them too in mind bothcelebrating them in song speaking of them in maxims about the goodhonoring them at such times as this and instructing the living by thedeeds of the dead4 The Amazons were once the daughters of Ares living by the riverThermodon and they alone of the inhabitants of that region were armedwith metal and first of all they mounted horses by which theyunexpectedly because of the inexperience of their adversaries overtookthose who fled from them and they left their pursuers far behind So fortheir spirit they were thought men rather than women for their natureFor they seemed to surpass men in spirit rather than to be inferior in_physique_5 And after they had subdued many tribes and in fact enslaved thesurrounding nations they heard great reports about this country and forthe sake of glory took the most warlike of their tribes and marchedagainst this city And after they met these brave men they came to havetheir souls like their nature and with changed hearts seemed to be womenrather from their conduct in danger than from their forms6 And they alone were not allowed to learn from experience and to planbetter for the future and they might not go homeward and tell of theirdiscomfiture and the valor of our ancestors for they died here and paidthe penalty for their rashness and made the memory of this city immortalthrough valor and rendered their own country nameless through theirdefeat here These women then through their unjust desire for a countrynot their own justly lost their own7 After Adrastus and Polyneices had joined in the expedition againstThebes and had been worsted in battle the Thebans would not let thembury their dead So the Athenians who believed that if these men didwrong they had already the greatest punishment in death and that thegods of the lower world were not receiving their due and that by thepollution of holy places the gods above were being insulted first sentheralds and demanded them to grant the removal of the dead 8 thinkingit the part of brave men to punish their enemies while alive but of menwho distrusted themselves to show their courage on the bodies of thedead As they were unable to obtain this favor they marched against theThebans although previously there was no reason for hostility againstthem and not because they were trying to please the living Argives 9but because they believed those who died in battle should obtain thecustomary rites they ran into danger against the Thebans in theinterests of both on the one hand that they might never again offerinsult to the gods by their treatment of the dead and on the other thatthey might not return to their country with disgrace attached to theirnames without fulfilling Greek customs robbed of a common hope 10 Withthis in mind and thinking that the chances of war are common to all menthey made many enemies but with right on their side they came offvictorious And they did not roused by success contend for a greaterpunishment for the Thebans but they exhibited to them their own valorinstead of their impiety and after they had obtained the prizes theystruggled for the bodies of the Argives they buried them in their ownEleusis Such were they who fought for the dead of the Seven at Thebes11 And afterwards after Heracles had disappeared from men and hischildren fled from Eurystheus and were hunted by all the Greeks whothough ashamed indeed of what they did feared the power of Eurystheusthey came to this city and took refuge at the altars 12 And thoughEurystheus demanded it the Athenians would not give them up but theyreverenced the bravery of Heracles more than they feared their owndanger and they thought it more worthy of themselves to contend for theweak on the side of justice than to please those in power and surrenderthose wronged by them 13 And when Eurystheus marched on them at thattime at the head of the Peloponnesus they did not change their minds onthe approach of danger but held the same opinion as

Transcribed from the 1900 Macmillan and Co edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukMODERN BROODS or DEVELOPMENTS UNLOOKED FORCHAPTER ITORTOISES AND HARESWhateer is good to wish ask that of HeavenThough it be what thou canst not hope to see HARTLEY COLERIDGEThe scene was a drawingroom with oldfashioned heavy sash windowsopening on a narrow brickwalled towngarden sloping down to a riverand neatly kept The same might be said of the room where heavyoldfashioned furniture handsome but not new was concealed byvarious flimsy modernisms knicknacks fans brackets chinaphotographs and watercolours a canary singing loud in the window inthe winter sunshineMiss Prescott announced the maid but finding no auditor save thecanary she retreated and Miss Prescott looked round her with a halfsigh of recognition of the surroundings She was herself a quietlooking gentle lady rather small with a sweet mouth and eyes ofhazel in a rather worn face dressed in a soft woollen and grey furwith headgear to suit and there was an air of glad expectation alittle flush that did not look permanent on her thin cheeksIs it you my dear Miss Prescott was the greeting of the olderhostess as she entered her grey hair rough and uncovered and herdress of wellused black silk her complexion of the red that showswear and care Then it is true she asked as the kiss and doubleshake of the hand was exchangedMay I ask Is it true May I congratulate youOh yes it is true said Miss Prescott breathlessly I supposethe girls are at the High SchoolYes they will be at home at one Or shall I send for themNo thank you Mrs Best I shall like to have a little time withyou first I can stay till a quarterpast threeThen come and take off your things I do not know when I have beenso gladDo the girls know asked Miss Prescott following upstairs to acomfortable bedroom evidently serving also the purposes of a privateroom for writing table and account books stood near the fireThey know something Kate Bell heard a report from her cousins andthey have been watching anxiously for news from youI would not write till I knew more I hope they have not raisedtheir expectations too high for though it is enough to be an immenserelief it is not exactly affluence I have been with Mr Bell goinginto the matter and seeing the place said Miss Prescott sittingcomfortably down in the armchair Mrs Best placed for her while sheherself sat down in another disposing themselves for a talk over thefireMr Bell reckons it at about 600 pounds a yearAnd an estateA very pretty cottage in a Devonshire valley with the furniture andthree acres of landOh I believe the girls fancy that it is at least as large as LordColdhurstsYes I was in hopes that they would have heard nothing about itIt came through some of their schoolfellows one cannot help thingsgetting into the airAnd there getting inflated like bubbles said Miss Prescottsmiling Well their expectations will have a fall poor dearsAnd it does not come from their side of the family said Mrs BestOf course not And it was wholly unexpected was it notYes I had my name of Magdalen from my great aunt Tremlett but shehad never really forgiven my mothers marriage though she consentedto be my godmother She offered to adopt me on my mothers deathand once when my father married again and when we lost him shewrote to propose my coming to live with her but there would havebeen no payment and soYes you dear good thing you thought it your duty to go and workfor your poor little stepmother and her childrenWhat else was my education good for which has been a costly thingto poor father And then the old lady was affronted for good andnever took any more notice of me nor answered my letters I did noteven know she was dead till I heard from Mr Bell who had learnt itfrom his lawyersIt was quite right of her Dear Magdalen I am so glad said MrsBest crossing over to kiss her for the first stiffness had wornoff and they were together again as had been the solicitorsdaughter and the chemists daughter who went to the same school tillMagdalen had been sent away to be finished in GermanyDear Sophy I wish you had the good fortune tooOh my galleons are coming when George has prospered a little morein Queensland and comes to fetch me Sophia and he say they shallfight for me said Mrs Best who had been bravely presiding over ahighschool boardinghouse ever since her husband a railwayengineer had been killed by an accident and left her with twochildren to bring up Dear children they are very good to meI am sure you have been goodness itself to us said Magdalen intaking the care of these poor little ones when their mother died Idont know how to be thankful enough to you and for all the blessingswe have had And that this should have come just now especiallywhen my life with Lady Milsom is coming to an endIndeedYes the little boys are old enough for school and the Colonel isgoing to take a house at Shrewsbury where his mother will live withthem and want me no longerYou have been there seven yearsYes and very happy When Fanny married Lady Milsom was leftalone and would not part with me and then came the two little boysfrom India so that she had an excuse for retaining me but that isover now or will be in a few weeks time I had been trying for anengagement and finding that beside your highschool diploma youngladies I am considered quite passeeMy dear With your art and music and allToo true And while I was digesting a polite hint that my termswere too high and therewith Agathas earnest appeal to be sent toGirton there comes this inheritance

MEMORIES OF HAWTHORNEByRose Hawthorne LathropPREFACEIt will be seen that this volume is really written by SophiaHawthorne whose letters from earliest girlhood are so expressed andso profound in thought and loveliness that some will of sternerquality than a daughters must cast them aside I have tried to weedout those written records of hers even from 1820 reaching to herlast year in 1871 that could give no especial pleasure to anydescendant who might come upon them and I have been astonished tofind that there was scarcely one such page This is the explanation ofmy return in the company of the friends of my father and mother toan old garden a familiar discourse and a circle of life thatembraced so much beautyROSE HAWTHORNE LATHROPNEW YORK February 20th 1897CONTENTSonline ed page numbers omittedCHAPTER ITHE HAWTHORNES AND THE PEABODYSThe Hawthornes summoned from their quietude by the Peabodys SophiaPeabodys mother and grandmother the latter wife of General Palmerwho was prominent in the Revolution Characteristics of the MissesPeabody Letters to the Hawthornes from the Peabodys though so closeat hand because of the difficulty of seeing the former at any timeThe dignity of George Peabodys nature Sophias fondness for profoundbooks The great affection of friends for her who bring rare flowersto the little studio where she is often imprisoned ElizabethHawthorne consents to walk with the Peabodys Dr Channings regardfor Sophias artistic talent and motive Miss Burleys literary clubto which Hawthorne liked to go with Sophia The wooing not a momentdelayed Visits from Emerson and Very Elizabeth goes forth among themost interesting people of Boston and remains to teach theirdaughtersCHAPTER IITHE DAYS OF THE ENGAGEMENTHawthorne and Sophia become engaged but defer the announcement for ayear Sophia visits friends in Boston and Hawthorne visits Bostonalso Washington Allstons deep approval of Sophias talentsElizabeth visits the Emersons in Concord and writes as if fromheaven Mr Bancroft remarked to Emerson that Hawthorne wasexceptionally thorough in business Sophia draws and paints vigorouslyin her happy security of the highest love Letters from Hawthorne toher Fragment of a ScrapBook kept by Hawthorne at the Boston CustomHouse Friends rejoice in the engagement when it is made knownCHAPTER IIITHE EARLY DAYS OF THE MARRIAGEThe beautiful marriage is appreciated by all Letters to Mrs CalebFoote and to Sophias mother describe life at the Old Manse inConcord The birth of Una Emerson Thoreau and Hawthorne skate uponthe river near the Manse with differing aspects The radiance andsublimity of a Massachusetts winter enrich the landscape Eveningreadings by Hawthorne to his wife from the classics begun and alwayscontinued Friends call somewhat frequently at last from the outsideworld Visits to relatives in Boston and Salem Mary Peabody becomesthe wife of Horace Mann Sophia describes Unas favorable impressionupon the circle of friends in Salem and Boston Returning to the OldManse renews the enjoyment of nature and peaceCHAPTER IVLIFE IN SALEMSalem becomes their home for the second time Letter from George WCurtis while in Europe Sophia expresses in a letter to Hawthorne herentire satisfaction though poor and in the midst of petty caresunder his enchanting protection Daniel Websters oration in SalemAlcotts monologue Thoreaus lecture Letters about the attack ofcertain mistaken people upon Hawthorne as a Democrat and officialHawthorne writes to Horace Mann upon the subject The best citizensare active to remedy the offense against Hawthorne George Mulletsletters describing Hawthorne as official and manCHAPTER VFROM SALEM TO BERKSHIREThe Hawthornes seek a home by the sea but drift up to the mountainsof Berkshire and are happy Letter from Mrs James R Lowell _nee_White The Sedgwicks are the kindest friends in the world HermanMelville is drawn to the life by Mrs Hawthorne in a letter to hermother A poem by Mrs Hawthorne to her husbandCHAPTER VILENOXLetters and visits from friends are frequent in Lenox where aliterary group begin to suggest flight to the Hawthornes who have noliking for a fussy succession of intercourse Hawthorne reads theHouse of the Seven Gables aloud to his wife as he writes it Hesends a long letter to William B Pike Charming long letters comefrom Herman Melville though he is not far offCHAPTER VIIFROM LENOX TO CONCORDLetter full of amused astonishment from Hawthorne to Mrs TappanDescriptions of the divine Lenox home life by Mrs Hawthorne Theremoval to West Newton and finally to Concord is made Letter fromMaria L Porter a kindred nature Mr Alcott is lovingly analyzed byMrs Hawthorne Letters to her from Mr Alcott Letters to her fromEmerson of an earlier date Letters from Margaret Fuller MrsHawthorne describes The Wayside General Solomon McNiel wields hisaffable sword The Emersons pervade the little town like reigningpowersCHAPTER VIIITHE LIVERPOOL CONSULATEThe Wayside begins to be hospitable in earnest and Mr Miller theartist talks unceasingly there Mrs Hawthorne describes her husbandHawthorne visits the Isles of Shoals ExPresident Pierce is insultedand bears it well Hawthorne visits Brunswick College and is welcomedback there A talk on The Wayside hill The Liverpool Consulate isgiven to Hawthorne who visits Washington before embarking forEngland Description of Hawthorne by his daughter Rose The voyage isdescribed in a letter from Mrs Hawthorne Field Talfourd pleases herespecially Mr Henry Bright shines upon the family Rose describeshim Mrs Hawthorne writes to her father about him his family attheir home and of English waysCHAPTER IXENGLISH DAYS IHospitable English strangers make the American strangers welcome AnEnglish mansion described by Mrs Hawthorne Liverpool organizationshonor Hawthorne by attentions The Squareys of Dacre Hill Hawthornesunstinted friendliness towards Americans in distress The De Quinceyfamily greatly desire to see Hawthorne Ticknor says Hawthorne meetsthe sons of Burns Liscard Vale and its dinnerparty described by MrsHawthorne who is entertained by the magnificence and the charactersrichly gathered there Mrs Hawthorne tells her father about a visitto Chester on Sunday The Westminster Review praises Hawthornesart Distinguished English people seek Hawthorne out Mr Martineaudescribed by Mrs Hawthorne Mr Bennochs first call upon the familyMiss Cushman visits the Hawthornes with her splendid geniality MrsHawthorne described by her daughter Rose Hawthorne is hunted togorgeous dinners against his better instincts Henry Bright moredelightfully drives him to beautiful scenes The Scarlet Lettersells very largely in England and is read The Consulate

Transcribed from the 1913 Hodder and Stoughton edition by DavidPrice email ccx074coventryacukMARK RUTHERFORDS DELIVERANCECHAPTER INEWSPAPERSWhen I had established myself in my new lodgings in Camden Town Ifound I had ten pounds in my pocket and again there was no outlookI examined carefully every possibility At last I remembered that arelative of mine who held some office in the House of Commons addedto his income by writing descriptive accounts of the debatesthrowing in by way of supplement any stray scraps of gossip which hewas enabled to collect The rules of the House as to the admissionof strangers were not so strict then as they are now and he assuredme that if I could but secure a commission from a newspaper he couldpass me into one of the galleries and when there was nothing to beheard worth describing I could remain in the lobby where I shouldby degrees find many opportunities of picking up intelligence whichwould pay So far so good but how to obtain the commission Imanaged to get hold of a list of all the country papers and I wroteto nearly every one offering my services I am afraid that Isomewhat exaggerated them for I had two answers and after a littlecorrespondence two engagements This was an unexpected stroke ofluck but alas both journals circulated in the same district Inever could get together more stuff than would fill about a columnand a half and consequently I was obliged with infinite pains tovary so that it could not be recognised the form of what atbottom was essentially the same matter This was work which wouldhave been disagreeable enough if I had not now ceased in a greatmeasure to demand what was agreeable In years past I coveted alife not of mere sensual enjoymentfor that I never caredbut alife which should be filled with activities of the noblest kind andit was intolerable to me to reflect that all my waking hours were inthe main passed in merest drudgery and that only for a few momentsat the beginning or end of the day could it be said that the highersympathies were really operative Existence to me was nothing butthese few moments and consequently flitted like a shadow I wasnow however the better of what was half disease and half somethinghealthy and good In the first place I had discovered that myappetite was far larger than my powers Consumed by a longing forcontinuous intercourse with the best I had no ability whatever tomaintain it and I had accepted as a fact however mysterious itmight be that the human mind is created with the impulses of aseraph and the strength of a man Furthermore what was I that Ishould demand exceptional treatment Thousands of men and womensuperior to myself are condemned if that is the proper word to useto almost total absence from themselves The roar of the world forthem is never lulled to rest nor can silence ever be secured inwhich the voice of the Divine can be heardMy letters were written twice a week and as each contained a columnand a half I had six columns weekly to manufacture These I was inthe habit of writing in the morning my evenings being spent at theHouse At first I was rather interested but after a while theoccupation became tedious beyond measure and for this reason In adiscussion of any importance about fifty members perhaps would takepart and had made up their minds beforehand to speak There couldnot possibly be more than three or four reasons for or against themotion and as the knowledge that what the intending orator had tourge had been urged a dozen times before on that very night neverdeterred him from urging it again the same arguments dilutedmuddled and mispresented recurred with the most wearisomeiterationThe public outside knew nothing or very little of the real House ofCommons and the manner in which time was squandered there for thereports were all of them much abbreviated In fact I doubt whetheranybody but the Speaker and one or two other persons in the sameposition as myself really felt with proper intensity what the wastewas and how profound was the vanity of members and the itch forexpression for even the reporters were relieved at stated intervalsand the impression on their minds was not continuous Another evilresult of these attendances at the House was a kind of politicalscepticism Over and over again I have seen a Government arraignedfor its conduct of foreign affairs The evidence lay in masses ofcorrespondence which it would have required some days to master andthe verdict after knowing the facts ought to have depended upon theapplication of principles each of which admitted a contraryprinciple for which much might be pleaded There were not fiftymembers in the House with the leisure or the ability to understandwhat it was which had actually happened and if they had understoodit they would not have had the wit to see what was the rule whichought to have decided the case Yet whether they understood or notthey were obliged to vote and what was worse the constituenciesalso had to vote and so the gravest matters were settled in utterignorance This has often been adduced as an argument against anextended suffrage but if it is an argument against anything it isan argument against intrusting the aristocracy and even the Houseitself with the destinies of the nation for no dock labourer couldpossibly be more entirely empty of all reasons for action than thenoble lords squires lawyers and railway directors whom I have seentroop to the division bell There is something deeper than thisscepticism but the scepticism is the easiest and the most obviousconclusion to an open mind dealing so closely and practically withpolitics as it was my lot to do at this time of my life Men must begoverned and when it comes to the question by whom I for onewould

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE EMANCIPATRIXbyHOMER EON FLINTNew YorkIllustrated title The Emancipatrix in script over abackground of a bee silhouetted against a full moon on thehorizonITHE MENTAL EXPEDITIONThe doctor closed the door behind him crossed to the table silentlyoffered the geologist a cigar and waited until smoke was issuing fromit Then he saidWell bluntly whats come between you and your wife VanThe geologist showed no surprise Instead he frowned severely at theend of his cigar and carefully seated himself on the corner of thetable When he spoke there was a certain rigor in his voice which toldthe doctor that his friend was holding himself tightly in reinIt really began when the four of us got together to investigateCapellette two months ago Van Emmon was a thorough man in importantmatters Maybe I ought to say that both Billie and I were as muchinterested as either you or Smith she often says that even the tour ofMercury and Venus was less wonderfulWhat is more we are both just as eager to continue the investigationsWe still have all kinds of faith in the Venusian formula we want tovisit as many more worlds as the science of telepathy will permit Itisnt that either of us has lost interestThe doctor rather liked the geologists scientific way of stating thecase even though it meant hearing things he already knew Kinneywatched and waited and listened intentlyYou remember of course what sort of a man I got in touch with Powartwas easily the greatest Capellan of them all a magnificent intellectwhich I still think was intended to have ruled the rest I haventbacked down from my original positionVan You still believe incredulously in a government of the sort hecontemplatedVan Emmon nodded aggressively All that we learned merely strengthensmy conviction Remember what sort of people the working classes ofCapellette were Smiths agent was typicala helpless nincompoop notfit to govern himself The geologist strove to keep his patienceHowever remarked Kinney the chap whose mind I used was no foolNor was Billies agent the woman surgeon agreed Van Emmon even ifshe did prefer the Devolutionist to Powart But youll have to admitdoc that the vast majority of the Capellans were incompetents the restwere exceptionsThe doctor spoke after a brief pause Andthats what is wrong VanYes grimly Billie cant help but rejoice that things turned out theway they did She is sure that the workers now that theyve beenseparated from the ruling class will proceed to make a perfect paradiseout of their land He could not repress a certain amount of sarcasmAs well expect a bunch of monkeys to build a steam engineWell after a little hesitation as I said before doc Ive noreason to change my mind You may talk all you like about itI cantagree to such ideas The only way to get results on that planet is forthe upper classes to continue to governAnd this is what you two havequarreled aboutVan Emmon nodded sorrowfully He lit another cigar absentmindedly andcleared his throat twice before going on My fault I guess Ive beenso darned positive about everything Ive said Ive probably causedBillie to sympathize with her friends more solidly than she wouldotherwiseBut just because youve championed the autocrats so heartilyIm afraid so The geologist was plainly relieved to have stated thecase in full He leaned forward in his eagerness to be understood Hetold the doctor things that were altogether too personal to be includedin this accountMeanwhile out in the doctors study Smith had made no move whatever tointerrogate the geologists young wife Instead the engineer simplyremained standing after Billie had sat down and gave her only anoccasional hurried glance Shortly the silence got on her nerves andsuch was her nature as contrasted with Van Emmonswhereas he hadstated causes first she went straight to effectsWell explosively Van and I have splitSmith was seldom surprised at anything This time was no exception Hemerely murmured Sorry under his breath and Billie rushed on herpentup feelings eager to escapeWe havent mentioned Capellette for weeks Smith We dont dare If wedid thered be such a rumpus that wewed separate Something came upinto her throat which had to be choked back before she could go onThenI dont know why it is but every time the subject is brought up Vanmakes me so WILD She controlled herself with a tremendous effort Heblames me of course because of what I did to help the DevolutionistBut I cant be blamed for sympathizing with the under dog can I Ivealways preferred justice to policy any time Justice first I say AndI think weve seenthere on Capellettehow utterly impossible it isfor any such system as theirs to last indefinitelyBut before she could follow up her point the door opened and the doctorreturned with her husband Kinney did not allow any tension to developinstead he said brisklyTheres only a couple of hours remaining between now and dinner time Imove we get busy He glanced about the room to see if all was inplace The four chairs each with its legs tipped with glass the fourfootstools similarly insulated from the floor the electrical circuitrunning from the odd group of machinery in the corner and connectingfour pair of brass braceletsall were ready for use He motioned theothers to the chairs in which they had already accomplished marvels inthe way of mental travelingNow he remarked as he began to fit the bracelets to his wrists anexample which the rest straightway followed now we want to make surethat we all have the same purpose in mind Last time we were simplylooking for four people such as had viewpoints similar to our own Today our object is to locate somewhere among the planets attached toone of the innumerable sunstars of the universe one on which theconditions are decidedly different from anything we have known beforeBillie and Van Emmon their affair temporarily forgotten listenedeagerlyAs I recall it Smith calmly observed we agreed that this attemptwould be to locate a new kind ofwell nearhuman Isnt that rightThe doctor nodded Nothing more or lessspeaking

Charles Franks Charles Aldarondo and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamMR BINGLEBY George Barr McCutcheonAuthor of Graustark The Hollow of Her HandThe Prince of Graustark etcWith Illustrations byJAMES MONTGOMERY FLAGGCONTENTSCHAPTER I THE FIVE LITTLE SYKESES II RELATING TO AN ODD RELATION III THE DEATH OF UNCLE JOE IV FORTY MINUTES LATE V THE STORY OF JOSEPH VI THE HONORABLE THOMAS SINGLETON BINGLE VII SEARCHERS REWARDEDVIII THE AFFAIRS OF AMY AND DICK IX THE MAN CALLED HINMAN X MR BINGLE THINKS OF BECOMING AN ANGEL XI A TIMELY LESSON IN LOVE XII THE BIRTH OF NAPOLEONXIII TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE XIV THE LAWS LAST WORD XV DECEMBER XVI ANOTHER CHRISTMAS EVEXVII THE LAST TO ARRIVECHAPTER ITHE FIVE LITTLE SYKESESA coal fire crackled cheerily in the little open grate that suppliedwarmth to the steamheated livingroom in the modest apartment of MrThomas S Bingle lower New York somewhere to the west of FifthAvenue and not far removed from Washington Squarein the wrongdirection however if one must be precise in the matter ofemphasizing the social independence of the Bingle familyand be ithere recorded that without the genial aid of that grate of coals thelivingroom would have been a cheerless place indeed Mr Bingle hadspent most of the evening in trying to coax heat from the lowerregions into the pipes of the seventh heaven wherein he dwelt andwithout the slightest sign of success The frigid coils in the cornerof the room remained obdurate If they indicated the slightest symptomof warmth during the evening it was due entirely to the expansivegenerosity of the humble grate and not because they were moved byinward remorse They were able however to supply the odour of faroff steam as of an abandoned laundry and sometimes they chortledmeanly revealing signs of an energy that in anything but a steam pipemight have been mistaken for a promise to do betterMr Bingle poked the fire and looked at his watch Then he crossed tothe window drew the curtains and shade aside and tried to peerthrough the frosty panes into the street seven stories below A hollywreath hung suspended in the window completely obscured from view onone side by hoar frost on the other by a lemoncoloured window shadethat had to be handled with patience out of respect for a lapsedspring at the top He scraped a peephole in the frosty surface andafter drying his fingers on his smoking jacket looked downward witheyes asquintDo sit down Tom said his wife from her chair by the fireplace Awatched pot never boils You cant see them from the window in anyeventI can see the car when it stops at the corner my dear said MrBingle enlarging the peephole with a vigour that appeared to beaggravated by advice Melissa said seven oclock and it is fourminutes after nowYou forget that Melissa didnt start until after she had cleared awaythe dinner things SheI know I know he interrupted still peering But that was an hourago Mary I think a car is stopping at the corner now No It didntstop so there must have been some one waiting to get on instead ofoffDo come and sit down You are as fidgety as a childDear me said Mr Bingle turning away from the window with ashiver how I pity the poor unfortunates who havent a warm fire tosit beside tonight It is going to be the coldest night in twentyyears according to thethere Did you hear that He stepped to thewindow once more The double ring of a streetcar bell had reached hisears and he knew that a car had stopped at the corner belowAccording to the weather report this afternoon he concluded recrossing the room to sit down beside the fire very erect andexpectant a smile on his pinched eager face He was watching thehall doorIt was Christmas Eve There were signs of the season in every cornerof the plain but cosy little sittingroom Mistletoe hung from thechandelier gay bunting and strands of gold and silver tinsel drapedthe bookcase and the writing desk holly and myrtle covered the wallbrackets and red tissue paper shaded all of the electric lightglobes big candles and little candles flickered on the mantelpieceand some were red and some were white and yet others were green andblue with the paint that Mr Bingle had applied with earnest thoughartless disregard for subsequent odours packages done up in white andtied with red ribbon neatly doublebowed formed a significantcentrepiece for the ornate mahogany library tableand one who did notknow the Bingles would have looked about in quest of small fry withpopping covetous eyes and sleekly brushed hair The alluring scent ofgaudily painted toys pervaded the Christmas atmosphere quiteoffsetting the hint of steam from more fortunate depths and one couldsniff the odour of freshly buttered popcorn All these signs spoke ofchildren and the proximity of Kris Kringle and yet there were nolittle Bingles nor had there ever been so much as oneMr and Mrs Bingle were childless The tragedy of life for them laynot in the loss of a firstborn but in the fact that no babe had evercome to fill their hungry hearts with the food they most desired andcraved Nor was there any promise of subsequent concessions in theirbehalf For fifteen years they had longed for the boon that was deniedthem and to the end of their simple kindly days they probably wouldgo on longing Poor as they were neither would have complained iffate had given them halfadozen healthy mouths to feed as manywriggling bodies to clothe and all the splendid worries that go withcolic croup measles mumps broken arms and all the other ailmentspeculiar not so much to childhood as they are paramount toparenthoodLonely incomplete lives they led with no bitterness in their soulsloving each other the more as they tried to fill the void with songsof resignation Away back in the early days Mr Bingle had said thatChristmas was a bleak thing without children to lift the pallorsomething of the sortOut of that wellworn conclusionoft expressed

Produced by Joshua Hutchinson Tom Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamThis file was produced from images generously made availableby the Canadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsINDIAN GAMESAN HISTORICAL RESEARCHBY ANDREW McFARLAND DAVISThere are says Father Brebeuf in his account of what was worthy ofnote among the Hurons in 1636 Footnote Relations des JesuitesQuebec 1858 p 113 three kinds of games particularly in vogue withthis people cross platter and straw The first two are they saysupreme for the health Does not that excite our pity Lo a poor sickperson whose body is hot with fever whose soul foresees the end ofhis days and a miserable sorcerer orders for him as the only coolingremedy a game of cross Sometimes it is the invalid himself who mayperhaps have dreamed that he will die unless the country engages in agame of cross for his health Then if he has ever so little credityou will see those who can best play at cross arrayed village againstvillage in a beautiful field and to increase the excitement theywill wager with each other their beaver skins and their necklaces ofporcelain beadsSometimes also one of their medicine men will say that the wholecountry is ill and that a game of cross is needed for its cure It isnot necessary to say more The news incontinently spreads everywhereThe chiefs in each village give orders that all the youths shall dotheir duty in this respect otherwise some great calamity will overtakethe countryLACROSSEIn 1667 Nicolas Perrot then acting as agent of the French governmentwas received near Saut Sainte Marie with stately courtesy and formalceremony by the Miamis to whom he was deputed A few days after hisarrival the chief of that nation gave him as an entertainment a gameof lacrosse Footnote Histoire de lAmerique Septentrionale par M deBacqueville de la Potherie Paris 1722 Vol II 124 _et seq_More than two thousand persons assembled in a great plain each withhis cross A wooden ball about the size of a tennis ball was tossed inthe air From that moment there was a constant movement of all thesecrosses which made a noise like that of arms which one hears during abattle Half the savages tried to send the ball to the northwest thelength of the field the others wished to make it go to the southeastThe contest which lasted for a half hour was doubtfulIn 1763 an army of confederate nations inspired by the subtleinfluence of Pontiacs master mind formed the purpose of seizingthe scattered forts held by the English along the northwesternfrontier On the fourth day of June of that year the garrison at FortMichilimackinac unconscious of their impending fate thoughtlesslylolled at the foot of the palisade and whiled away the day in watchingthe swaying fortunes of a game of ball which was being played by someIndians in front of the stockade Alexander Henry who was on the spotat the time says that the game played by these Indians was Baggatiwaycalled by the Canadians _le jeu de la Crosse_ Footnote Travels andAdventures in Canada etc by Alexander Henry New York 1809 p 78Travels through the Interior parts of North America by Jonathan CarverLondon 1778 p 19 The Book of the Indians by Samuel G DrakeBoston 1811 Book V Ch III p 52Parkman Footnote The Conspiracy of Pontiac by Francis ParkmanBoston 1870 Vol 1 p 339 concludes a vivid description of thesurprise and massacre of the garrison at Michilimackinac based uponauthentic facts as follows Bushing and striking tripping theiradversaries or hurling them to the ground they pursued the animatingcontest amid the laughter and applause of the spectators Suddenlyfrom the midst of the multitude the ball soared into the air anddescending in a wide curve fell near the pickets of the fort This wasno chance stroke It was part of a preconcerted scheme to insure thesurprise and destruction of the garrison As if in pursuit of the ballthe players turned and came rushing a maddened and tumultuous throngtowards the gate In a moment they had reached it The amazed Englishhad no time to think or act The shrill cries of the ballplayers werechanged to the ferocious warwhoop The warriors snatched from thesquaws the hatchets which the latter with this design had concealedbeneath their blankets Some of the Indians assailed the spectatorswithout while others rushed into the fort and all was carnage andconfusionThus we see that the favorite game of ball of the North AmericanIndians known today as it was in 1636 by the name of lacrossewas potent among them as a remedial exercise or superstitious rite tocure diseases and avert disaster that it formed part of statelyceremonials which were intended to entertain and amuse distinguishedguests and that it was made use of as a stratagem of war by means ofwhich to lull the suspicions of the enemy and to gain access to theirfortsThe descriptions of lacrosse which have been transmitted to us wouldoften prove unintelligible to one who had never seen the game playedThe writers of the accounts which have come down to us from the earlypart of the seventeenth century were men whose lives were spent amongthe scenes which they described and they had but little time and fewopportunities for careful writing The individual records thoughsomewhat confused enable us easily to identify the game and acomparison of the different accounts shows how thoroughly the mainfeatures of the game have been preservedLacrosse is played today as follows The number of players on theopposing sides should be equal Regular stations are assigned in therules for playing the game for twelve on each side Goals eachconsisting of two upright posts or staffs generally about six feetapart and of equal height are planted at each end of the field Thelength of the field and its bounds are determined by the character ofthe ground and the skill of the players The effort of each side is toprevent the ball from passing through the goal assigned to itsprotection and equally to try to drive it through the opposite goalUnder no circumstances can the ball be touched during the

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPEGGY STEWARTNAVY GIRLAT HOMEBYGABRIELLE E JACKSONAUTHOR OF SILVER HEELS THREE GRACESSERIES CAPT POLLY SERIES ETCWITH FRONTISPIECE BYNORMAN ROCKWELL1920THIS LITTLE STORY OF ANNAPOLIS ISMOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TOHWHWHOSE SUNNY SOUL AND CHEERYVOICE HELPED TO MAKE MANY ANHOUR HAPPY FOR THE ONE HE CALLEDLITTLE MOTHERCONTENTSCHAPTER I SPRINGTIDE II THE EMPRESS III DADDY NEIL IV IN OCTOBERS DAYS V POLLY HOWLAND VI A FRIENDSHIP BEGINS VII PEGGY STEWART CHATELAINE VIII A SHOCKING DEMONSTRATION OF INTEMPERANCE IX DUNMORES LAST CHRISTMAS X A DOMESTIC EPISODE XI PLAYING GOOD SAMARITAN XII THE SPICE OF PEPPER AND SALT XIII THE MASQUERADERS SHOW XIV OFF FOR NEW LONDON XV REGATTA DAY XVI THE RACE XVII SHADOWS CAST BEFOREXVIII YOUVE SPOILED THEIR TEA PARTY XIX BACK AT SEVERNDALECHAPTER ISPRINGTIDEPeggy Maggie Mag Margaret Marguerite Muggins Hum Half a dozen ofthem Wonder if there are any more Yes theres Peggoty and Peg to saynothing of Margaretta Gretchen Meta Margarita Keta Madge Mygoodness Is there any end to my nicknames I mistrust Im a verycommonplace mortal I wonder if other girls names can be twisted aroundinto as many picture puzzles as mine can What do YOU think about itShashai Footnote Shashai Hebrew for noble pronounced Shashaaiand the girl reached up both arms to draw down into their embrace thesilky head of a superb young colt which stood close beside her acreature which would have made any horselover stop stockstill andexclaim at sight of him He was a magnificent twoyearold Kentuckianfaultless as to his points with a head to set an artist rhapsodizingand atingle to put it upon his canvas His coat mane and tail wereblack as midnight and glossy as satin The great lustrous eyes held aliving fire the delicate nostrils were aquiver every moment thefaultlessly curved ears alert as a wild creatures And he WAS halfwild for never had saddle rested upon his back girth encircled him orbit fretted the sensitive mouth A halter thus far in his career hadbeen his only badge of bondage and the girl caressing him had been theone to put it upon him It would have been a bad quarter of an hour forany other person attempting it But she was his familiar though farfrom being his evil genius On the contrary she was his presidingspirit of goodJust now as the splendid head nestled confidingly in her circling armsshe was whispering softly into one velvety ear oh so velvety as itrested against her ripe red lips so soft so perfect in their moldingThe ear moved slightly back and forth speaking its silent language Thenostrils emitted the faintest bubbling acknowledgment of the whisperedwords The beautiful eyes were so expressive in their intelligentcomprehensionToo many cooks spoil the broth Shashai Too many grooms can spoil acolt Too many mistresses turn a household topsyturvy How about toomany names old boy Can they spoil a girl But maybe Im spoiledalready How about it and a musical laugh floated out from between thepretty lipsThe colt raised his head whinnied aloud as though in denial and stampedone deerlike unshod forehoof as though to emphasize his protest thenhe again slid his head back into the arms as if their slender roundnessencompassed all his little worldYou old dear exclaimed the girl softly adding Eh but its abeautiful world A wonderful world and broke into the lilting refrainof Wonderful world and sang it through in a voice of singularlyhaunting sweetness But the words were not those of the popular songThey had been written and set to its air by Peggys tutorShe seemed to forget everything else though she continued tomechanically run light sensitive fingers down the velvety muzzle soclose to her face and semiconsciously reach forth the other hand tocaress the head of a superb wolfhound which upon the first sweet noteshad risen from where she lay not far off to listen thrusting aninsinuating nose under her arm She seemed to float away with her songoff off across the sloping greening fields to the broad blue reachesof Bound Bay all aglitter in the morning sunlightShe was seated in the crotch of a snakefence running parallel with theroad which ended in a curve toward the east and vanished in a thindrawnperspective toward the west There was no habitation or sign of humanbeing near The soft March wind with its thousand earthy odors andpromises of a Maryland springtide swept across the bay stirring herdark hair brushed up from her forehead in a natural wavy pompadourand secured by a barrette and a big bow of dark red ribbon the longbraid falling down her back tied by another bow of the same color Theforehead was broad and exceptionally intellectual The eyebrowsmatching the dark hair perfectly penciled The nose straight and cleancut as a Greek statues The chin resolute as a boys The teeth whiteand faultless And the eyes Well Peggy Stewarts eyes sometimes madepeople smile sometimes almost weep and invariably brought a puzzledfrown to their foreheads They were the oddest eyes ever seen Peggyherself often laughed and saidMy eyes seem to perplex people worse than the elephant perplexed thesix blind men of Hindustan who went to SEE him No two people everpronounce them the same color yet each individual is perfectly honestin his belief that they are black or dark brown or dark blue or deepgray or SEA green Maybe Nature designed me for a chameleon but changedher mind when she had completed my eyesPeggy Stewart would hardly have been called a beautiful girl gauged byconventional standards Her features were not regular enough forperfection the mouth perhaps a trifle too large but she was mightilypleasin fer to study bout old Mammy insisted when the other servantswere talking about her babyOh yes conceded Martha Harrison the only white woman besides Peggyherself upon the plantation Oh yes

This etext was produced by Jack Eden wakerobinorgTHE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHSWITH PORTRAITS AND MANY ILLUSTRATIONSVOLUME VPEPACTONPREFACEI HAVE all the more pleasure in calling my book after the title of the first chapter Pepacton because this is the Indian name of my native stream In its watershed I was born and passed my youth and here on its banks my kindred sleep Here also I have gathered much of the harvest poor though it be that I have put in this and in previous volumes of my writingsThe term Pepacton is said to mean marriage of the waters and with this significance it suits my purpose well as this book is also a union of many currentsThe Pepacton rises in a deep cleft or gorge in the mountains the scenery of which is of the wildest and ruggedest character For a mile or more there is barely room for the road and the creek at the bottom of the chasm On either hand the mountains interrupted by shelving overhanging precipices rise abruptly to a great height About half a century ago a pious Scotch family just arrived in this country came through this gorge One of the little boys gazing upon the terrible desolation of the scene so unlike in its savage and inhuman aspects anything he had ever seen at home nestled close to his mother and asked with bated breath Mither is there a God hereYet the Pepacton is a placid current especially in its upper portions where my youth fell but all its tributaries are swift mountain brooks fed by springs the best in the world It drains a high pastoral country lifted into long roundbacked hills and rugged wooded ranges by the subsiding impulse of the Catskill range of mountains and famous for its superior dairy and other farm products It is many long years since with the restlessness of youth I broke away from the old ties amid those hills but my heart has always been there and why should I not come back and name one of my books for the old streamCONTENTS I PEPACTON A SUMMER VOYAGE II SPRINGS III AN IDYL OF THE HONEYBEE IV NATURE AND THE POETS V NOTES BY THE WAY VI FOOTPATHS VII A BUNCH OF HERBS VIII WINTER PICTURES INDEX LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FRINGED GENTIAN From a photograph by Herbert W Gleason THE ASA GRAY SPRING From a photograph by Herbert W Gleason KINGBIRD From a drawing by L A Fuertes REDWINGED BLACKBIRD From a photograph by Herbert W Gleason IN THE ORCHARD From a drawing by Charles H Woodbury A MUSKRATS NEST From a photograph by Herbert W Gleason A FIELD PATH From a photograph by Clifton JohnsonPEPACTONIA SUMMER VOYAGEWHEN one summer day I bethought me of a voyage down the east or Pepacton branch of the Delaware I seemed to want some excuse for the start some sendoff some preparation to give the enterprise genesis and head This I found in building my own boat It was a happy thought How else should I have got under way how else should I have raised the breeze The boatbuilding warmed the blood it made the germ take it whetted my appetite for the voyage There is nothing like serving an apprenticeship to fortune like earning the right to your tools In most enterprises the temptation is always to begin too far along we want to start where somebody else leaves off Go back to the stump and see what an impetus you get Those fishermen who wind their own flies before they go afishinghow they bring in the trout and those hunters who run their own bullets or make their own cartridges the game is already mortgaged to themWhen my boat was finishedand it was a very simple affairI was as eager as a boy to be off I feared the river would all run by before I could wet her bottom in it This enthusiasm begat great expectations of the trip I should surely surprise Nature and win some new secrets from her I should glide down noiselessly upon her and see what all those willow screens and baffling curves concealed As a fisherman and pedestrian I had been able to come at the stream only at certain points now the most private and secluded retreats of the nymph would be opened to me every bend and eddy every cove hedged in by swamps or passage walled in by high alders would be at the beck of my paddleWhom shall one take with him when he goes acourting Nature This is always a vital question There are persons who will stand between you and that which you seek they obtrude themselves they monopolize your attention they blunt your sense of the shy halfrevealed intelligences about you I want for companion a dog or a boy or a person who has the virtues of dogs and boystransparency goodnature curiosity open sense and a nameless quality that is akin to trees and growths and the inarticulate forces of nature With him you are alone and yet have company you are free

Produced by Beth L Constantine Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team This file was produced from images generously made available by theCanadian Institute for Historical MicroreproductionsPOEMS OF THEHEART AND HOMEBYMRS J C YULEPAMELA S VININGINTRODUCTIONIn presenting this little book to her readers the author is givingback to them in a collected form much that has previously been giventhemanonymously or under the _nomdeplume_ first ofEmillia then of Xenette or finally under her true name eitheras Miss Vining or Mrs Yuleand also much that they have neverbefore seenSome of these poems have been widely circulated not only in Canadabut in the United States and Great Britain and some appear for thefirst time in the pages of this book They are offered solely upontheir merits and upon those alone they must stand or fall Whateverthere is in them calculated to stir the heart of our common Humanityto voice forth its joys or its sorrowsto truly interpret itsemotionsor to give utterance to its aspirations and its hopes willlive that which does not thus speak for Humanity has no right tolive and the sooner it finds a merited oblivion the better for itsauthor and the worldThese poems are essentially Canadian They have nearly all beenwritten on Canadian soiltheir themes and incidentsthose that arenot purely imaginary or suggested by current events in othercountriesare almost wholly Canadian and they are mainly theoutgrowth of many and varied experiences in Canadian lifeTo the author there is hardly one that has not its little localhistory and that does not awaken reminiscences of some quiet Canadianhomesome rustic Canadian schoolhousesome dreamy hour in thebeautiful Canadian forestssome morning or evening walk amidstCanadian sceneryor some pleasant sail over Canadian watersThey have been written under widely different circumstances and ingreat part in brief intervals snatched from the arduous duties ofteaching or the more arduous ones of domestic lifeOf the personal experiences traceable through many of them it is notnecessary to speak We read in Gods word that _He fashioneth theirhearts alike_ therefore there is little to be found in any humanexperience that has not its counterpart in some sort in everyother and he alone is the true Poet who can so interpret his ownthat they will be recognized as in some sense the real or possibleexperiences of allTrusting that these unpretending lyrics may be able thus to touch aresponsive chord in many hearts and with a sincere desire to offer aworthy contribution to the literature of our new and prosperouscountry they are respectfully submitted to the public by the AUTHORINGERSOLL ONTAug 1881CONTENTSYes the weary Earth shall brightenTo a Day LilyLiving and DyingUp the NepigonLook UpFrost FlowersThe Beech nut GathererMemory BellsI will not DespairGods WitnessesThe Assembly of the DeadBe StillLittlewit and LoftusTo a Motherless BabeThe Caged Birds SongCrossing the Red SeaThe Wayside ElmDrownedMy Brother James and IIdleThe Worlds DayBrethren GoOur Nations BirthdayOur Field is the WorldSault Ste MarieBrother RestLoved and Lost or the Sky Lark and the VioletThe Gracious ProviderRest in HeavenGood NightThe Old Church ChoirNo other NameHeart PicturesFellowship with ChristAn AllegoryThe Cry of the KarensAloneMaryI am doing no goodHail Risen LordLines on the Death of a Young MotherPatienceA Parting HymnThe Dance of the WindsStrike the Chords SoftlyAt HomeSabbath MemoriesThe Eye that Never SleepsBy and ByThe One RefugeJudsons GraveShall be FreeAfter Fifty YearsThe Earth voice and its AnswerBeyond the ShadowsAutumn and WinterTill TomorrowOur Country or A Century of ProgressJesus the Souls RestThe Beautiful ArtistLet us PrayRich and PoorPalmerBalmy MorningSongThe PloughmanHe hath done all things weSomewhereThe TideEloiseAbraham LincolnGods BlessingsThe Silent MessengerUnder the SnowLongingsPoint of BlissAway to the HillsFlowers by a GraveThree for ThreeNowSunsetSweet Evening BellsUnknownOnwardLooking BackMinniebelWearyThe Body to the SoulNot YetMargueriteCome unto MeI will not let thee goGreeting HymnOne by OneLoveEvening HymnDeathI shall be satisfiedAt the Grave of a Young MotherGo Dream no MoreCome HomeBe in EarnestChlodineThe Bird and the Storm cloudNo SolitudeThe Stray LambStay Mother StayTime for BedFrom the Old to the NewThe Voice of SpringHonour to LaborThe MiserBrokenTo our ParentsUnder the RodThe White Stone CanoeGone BeforeJohannaStanzasCanadaI laid me down and sleptBright Thoughts for a Dark DayThe Drunkards ChildThe Names of JesusPOEMS OF THE HEART AND HOMEYES THE WEARY EARTH SHALL BRIGHTENYes the weary earth shall brighten Brighten in the perfect dayAnd the fields that now but whiten Golden glow beneath the raySlowly swelling in her bosom Long the precious seed has lainSoon shall come the perfect blossom Soon the rich abundant grainLong has been the night of weeping But the morning dawns at lengthAnd the misty heights oersweeping Lo the sun comes forth in strengthDown the slopes of ancient mountains Over plain and vale and streamFlood and field and sparkling fountains Speeds the warm rejoicing beamThink not God can fail His promise Think not Christ can be deniedHe shall see His spirits travail He shall yet be satisfiedSoon the Harvest home of angels Shall resound from shore to shoreAnd amid Earths glad evangels Christ shall reign for evermoreTO A DAY LILY What only to stay For a single dayThou beautiful bright hued on Just to open thine eyes To the blue of the skiesAnd the light of the glorious sun Then to fade away In the same rich rayAnd die ere the day is done Bright thing of a day Thou hast caught a rayFrom Morns jewelled curtain fold On thy burning cheek And the ruby streakHis dyed it with charms untold And the gorgeous vest On thy queenly breastIs dashed with her choicest gold A statelier queen Has never been seenA lovelier never will be Nay Solomon dressed In his kingliest bestWas never a match for thee O beautiful flower O joy of an hour_And only an hour_for me An hour did

Produced by Wendy CrockettWithin You is the PowerbyHENRY THOMAS HAMBLINCONTENTS PREFACE CHAPTER IInfinite Life and Power CHAPTER IIThe Overcoming of Lifes Difficulties CHAPTER IIIFate or FreeWill CHAPTER IVCause and Effect CHAPTER VSuccess CHAPTER VIHealth CHAPTER VIIThe Secret of Abundant Supply CHAPTER VIIIThe Power and Limitations of the Subconscious Mind CHAPTER IXThe Use of the Spiritual or Superconscious Mind CHAPTER XCharacter Building and the Overcoming of Habit CHAPTER XIHappiness and Joy CHAPTER XIIThe Use and MisUse of Mental and Spiritual Powers CHAPTER XIIIOvercoming Limitations and Awakening Inward PowersPREFACEThere is a power lying hidden in man by the use of which he can riseto higher and better thingsThere is in man a greater Self that transcends the finite self ofthe senseman even as the mountain towers above the plainThe object of this little book is to help men and women to bring theirinward powers of mind and spirit into expression wisely and inharmony with universal law to build up character and to find withinthemselves that wondrous Self which is their real self and whichwhen found reveals to them that they are literally and truly sonsof God and daughters of the Most HighThere is no way whereby the discipline of life can be avoided Thereis no means by which fate can be tricked nor cunning device bywhich the great cosmic plan can be evaded Each life must meet itsown troubles and difficulties each soul must pass through its deepwaters every heart must encounter sorrow and grief But none needbe overwhelmed in the great conflicts of life for one who has learnedthe great secret of his identity with the Universal life and Powerdwells in an impregnable city built upon and into the Rock of Truthagainst which the storms of life beat in vainWhile this little work does not offer any vain promises of an easylifefor if this were possible it would be the greatest of alldisastersbut rather endeavours to show how to become so strong thatlife looks almost easy by comparison the life or fate does not changeor become easier but the individual alters and becomes strongeryet it does show the reader how to avoid making his life moredifficult than it need be Most peoples lives would be less filledwith trouble and suffering if they took life in the right spirit andacted in harmony with Universal LawIt is hoped that this little book may help many to come into harmonywith lifes law and purpose and thus avoid much needless sufferingto find the Greater Self within which discovery brings with it arealization of absolute security to bring into expression and wiselyuse their inner spiritual and mental forces and thus enter a lifeof overcoming and almost boundless powerCHAPTER IINFINITE LIFE AND POWERMan possesses did he but know it illimitable Power 1 This Poweris of the Spirit therefore it is unconquerable It is not the powerof the ordinary life or finite will or human mind It transcendsthese because being spiritual it is of a higher order than eitherphysical or even mental This Power lies dormant and is hidden withinman until he is sufficiently evolved and unfolded to be entrustedwith its use 1 The powers of the subconscious mind are dealt with in other chapters The Powers of the Spirit are far greater and finer than those of the subconscious mindThought is a spiritual power of tremendous potency but this is notthe power of which we speak By thought man can either raise himselfup and connect himself with the Power House of the Universe orcut himself off entirely from the Divine Inflow His thought is hisgreatest weapon because by it he can either draw on the Infiniteor sever himself in consciousness but not in reality from hisDivine SourceThrough the Divine Spark within him which is really his real Selfman is connected with the Infinite Divine Life and Power are hisif he _realizes_ that they are his So long as he is ignorant of hisoneness with the Divine Source of all life he is incapable ofappropriating the power that is really his If however he entersinto this inner knowledge he finds himself the possessor of infinitepower and unlimited resourcesThis Power then is Gods yet it is also mans but it is notrevealed to him until he is fit to be entrusted with it It is onlywhen man realizes his oneness with his Divine Source that he becomesfilled with Its power Many teachers and initiates lament the factthat certain secrets are being spread broadcast today secrets thatin the past were kept closely guarded They fear that unilluminedand unevolved people may make destructive use of spiritual powerThis to the writer appears to be improbable It is true that strongpersonalities who have a great belief in their own power to achieveand succeed draw unconsciously on hidden powers and thus are ableto raise themselves high above their fellows The use however thatthey can make of spiritual power for base purposes is limited andis not to be feared There are others of course who are misusingtheir powers These are black magicians and while they may do acertain amount of harm they become reduced ultimately to beggaryand impotence There are also others who spend the whole of theirspare time searching for knowledge of this very subject They readevery occult book they can lay hands on but they never find thatfor which they seek There are spiritual powers and influences thatwithhold the eyes of the seekers from seeing until they are readyfor the revelation When man in his search for Truth has given upall selfish striving after unworthy things and has ceased to usehis selfwill in conflict with the greater Will of the Whole he isready for the revelation of his oneness with the Infinite Yieldingimplicitly to the Will of the Whole may seem to the unilluminedan act of weakness yet it is the entrance to a life of almostboundless powerMan is not separate from his Divine Source and never has been Heis in reality one with the Infinite The separation which he feelsand experiences

Transcribed from the 1918 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF POWERContents Note The Queens last ride The Meeting of the Centuries Death has Crowned him a Martyr Grief Illusion Assertion I Am Wishing We two The Poets Theme Song of the Spirit Womanhood Morning Prayer The Voices of the People The World grows Better A Mans Ideal The Fire Brigade The Tides When the Regiment came back Woman to Man The Traveller The Earth Now You and Today The Reason Mission Repetition Begin the Day Words Fate and I Attainment A Plea to Peace Presumption High Noon Thoughtmagnets Smiles The Undiscovered Country The Universal Route Unanswered Prayers Thanksgiving Contrasts Thy Ship Life A Marine Etching Love Thyself Last Christmas Fancies The River Sorry Ambitions trail Uncontrolled Will To an Astrologer The Tendrils Fate The Times The Question Sorrows Uses If Which are you The Creed to be Inspiration The Wish Three Friends You never can tell Here and now Unconquered All that love asks Does it pay Sestina The Optimist The Pessimist An Inspiration Lifes Harmonies Preparation Gethsemane Gods Measure Noblesse Oblige Through Tears What we Need Plea to Science Respite Song My Ships Her Love If Loves burial Love is enough Life is a Privilege Insight A Womans Answer The Worlds NeedNOTEThe final word in the title of this volume refers to the DIVINEPOWER in every human being the recognition of which is the secretto all success and happiness It is this idea which many of theverses endeavour to illustrateE W WTHE QUEENS LAST RIDEWritten on the day of Queen Victorias funeralThe Queen is taking a drive todayThey have hung with purple the carriagewayThey have dressed with purple the royal trackWhere the Queen goes forth and never comes backLet no man labour as she goes byOn her last appearance to mortal eyeWith heads uncovered let all men waitFor the Queen to pass in her regal stateArmy and Navy shall lead the wayFor that wonderful coach of the Queens todayKings and Princes and Lords of the landShall ride behind her a humble bandAnd over the city and over the worldShall the Flags of all Nations be halfmastfurledFor the silent lady of royal birthWho is riding away from the Courts of earthRiding away from the worlds unrestTo a mystical goal on a secret questThough in royal splendour she drives through townHer robes are simple she wears no crownAnd yet she wears one for widowed no moreShe is crowned with the love that has gone beforeAnd crowned with the love she has left behindIn the hidden depths of each mourners mindBow low your headslift your hearts on high The Queen in silence is driving byTHE MEETING OF THE CENTURIESA curious vision on mine eyes unfurled In the deep night I saw or seemed to see Two Centuries meet and sit down visavisAcross the great round table of the worldOne with suggested sorrows in his mien And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought And one whose glad expectant presence broughtA glow and radiance from the realms unseenHand clasped with hand in silence for a space The Centuries sat the sad old eyes of one As grave paternal eyes regard a sonGazing upon that other eager faceAnd then a voice as cadenceless and gray As the seas monody in winter time Mingled with tones melodious as the chimeOf bird choirs singing in the dawns of MayTHE OLD CENTURY SPEAKSBy you Hope stands With me Experience walksLike a fair jewel in a faded boxIn my tearrusted heart sweet Pity liesFor all the dreams that look forth from your eyesAnd those brighthued ambitions which I knowMust fall like leaves and perish in Times snowEven as my souls garden stands bereftI give you pity tis the one gift leftTHE NEW CENTURYNay nay good friend not pity but GodspeedHere in the morning of my life I needCounsel and not condolence smiles not tearsTo guide me through the channels of the yearsOh I am blinded by the blaze of lightThat shines upon me from the InfiniteBlurred is my vision by the close approachTo unseen shores whereon the times encroachTHE OLD CENTURYIllusion all illusion List and hearThe Godless cannons booming far and nearFlaunting the flag of Unbelief with GreedFor pilot lo the pirate age in speedBears on to ruin Wars most hideous crimesBesmirch the record of these modern timesDegenerate is the world I leave to you My happiest speech to earth will beadieuTHE NEW CENTURYYou speak as one too weary to be justI hear the gunsI see the greed and lustThe death throes of a giant evil fillThe air with riot and confusion IllOfttimes makes fallow ground for Good and WrongBuilds Rights foundation when it grows too strongPregnant with promise is the hour and grandThe trust you leave in my allwilling

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Tonya Allen and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamA PRIMARY READEROldtime Stories Fairy Tales and Myths Retold by ChildrenByE LOUISE SMYTHEPREFACEThis book originated in a series of little reading lessons preparedfor the first grade pupils in the Santa Rosa public schools Theobject of the lessons was threefold to provide reading matter forthe little ones who had only a small vocabulary of sightwords toacquaint them early with the heroes who have come down to us in songand story and to create a desire for literatureIt has been my endeavor to follow Dr G Stanley Halls suggestions inhis monograph How to Teach Reading where he asks for truechildeditions made by testing many children with the work piecemealand cutting and adapting the material till it really and closelyfitted the minds and hearts of the childrenVarious stories were given to the pupils discussions followed Aftera time the story was produced orally by the children Notes were madeon expressions used and points of interest dwelt upon Later the storywas either written on the blackboard or mimeographed and put into thepupils hands to readIt gave great delight to the children to recognize an old friend in anew dress and as interest was aroused but little difficulty wasencountered in recognizing words that were indeed new in their sightvocabulary but old servants in their oral vocabularyThe spirit of the book may be illustrated by referring to the roastturkey in the story of The Little Match Girl The story was told asdear old Hans Christian Andersen gave it to the little German childrenof fifty years ago But American children have a different idea of thefowl which graces the table at Christmas time The story as it camefrom the lips of the children referred to the turkey and goosewas used in only one instance As the story was to appeal to ourchildren the word was changed to suit their ideasAgain in the story of Red RidingHood we preferred to use the Germanending as it leaves a far happier impression on the minds of thechildren than the accepted English version The incongruity of thewolfs swallowing whole the grandmother and child does not destroy thechilds enjoyment of the story while the happy release of bothgrandmother and little girl forms a suitable closeAlso as this old story handed down in so many languages is aninterpretation of one of the Sun myths it seems better to cling tothe original especially when it meets so entirely with the childsapprovalBefore presenting the Norse myths for reading they had been thesubject of many conversations queries and illustrations Some wereeven dramatizedin a childlike way of course Detailed descriptionsof Mt Ida Asgard and some of the principal heroes were given Butthough the little audience seemed interested in the introductoryremarks these never came back when the children were called upon toreproduce the story The narrator at once plunged into the story partIt is for this reason descriptions of heroes and places have beenomitted in these stories It is thus left for each teacher who usesthis book to employ her own method of introducing the gods of thehardy Norseman to her pupilsThe following works will be found useful and quite available to mostteachers Andersens Norse Mythology Mabies Norse Stories MaraPratts Stories from Norseland Fiskes Myths and Myth MakersTaylors Primitive Culture Vol I and Longfellows PoemsHoping these stories will interest other children as they haveinterested those who helped build them I send them forthE LOUISE SMYTHE_Santa Rosa California_CONTENTSTHE UGLY DUCKLINGTHE LITTLE PINE TREETHE LITTLE MATCH GIRLLITTLE RED RIDINGHOODTHE APPLES OF IDUNHOW THOR GOT THE HAMMERTHE HAMMER LOST AND FOUNDTHE STORY OF THE SHEEPTHE GOOD SHIP ARGOJASON AND THE HARPIESTHE BRASS BULLSJASON AND THE DRAGONIllustration THEY DRESSED THOR LIKE FREYJATHE UGLY DUCKLING under broke does keep only turkey warm ugly waterA duck made her nest under some leavesIllustration THE DUCKS NESTShe sat on the eggs to keep them warmAt last the eggs broke one after the other Little ducks came outOnly one egg was left It was a very large oneAt last it broke and out came a big ugly ducklingWhat a big duckling said the old duck He does not look likeus Can he be a turkeyWe will see If he does not like the waterhe is not a duck mother jumped duckling splash swim bigger called began littleThe next day the mother duck took her ducklings to the pondIllustration THE DUCK TAKES HER DUCKLINGS TO SWIMSplash Splash The mother duck was in the water Then she calledthe ducklings to come in They all jumped in and began to swim Thebig ugly duckling swam tooThe mother duck said He is not a turkey He is my own little duckHe will not be so ugly when he is bigger

Produced by Avinash Kothare Tom Allen Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANWITHAN APPEAL TO THE MEDICAL AND CLERICAL PROFESSIONSANDAN APPENDIXA REVIEW OF CHRIST AND THE TEMPERANCE QUESTIONIN THE CHRISTIAN UNIONBYJOHN ELLIS MDCONTENTSCHAPTER IPERSONAL MEDICAL EXPERIENCE OK A PHYSICIANCHAPTER IIWHY EVERY PHYSICIAN SHOULD EXAMINE HOMOEOPATHYCHAPTER IIIDANGERS THAT RESULT FROM THE ALLOPATHIC TREATMENT OF DISEASESCHAPTER IVPERSONAL RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANCHAPTER VTHE DAWN OF A NEW DISPENSATIONCHAPTER VIA NEW DAY TO OUR EARTHCHAPTER VIITHE WANTS OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCHCHAPTER VIIIRESTRAINING AND CURING SPIRITUAL AND NATURAL DISEASESCHAPTER IXPERSONAL EXPERIENCE CONTINUED AND EFFORTSCHAPTER XFINAL APPEAL TO THE CLERGYADDENDUMA REVIEW OF CHRIST AND THE TEMPERANCE QUESTIONIN THE CHRISTIAN UNIONPERSONAL EXPERIENCE OF A PHYSICIANCHAPTER IWe all admit that every one who attempts to act as a physician shouldstrive to qualify himself or herself for the work by obtaining the besteducation which our medical schools afford for to physicians areintrusted not simply the property or money but the very lives of theirfellowcitizens As the responsibility is great so the duty of preparingones self before commencing practice and of keeping fully abreast of allnew and valuable discoveries in the art of healing is equally great Aphysician should not be led blindly by his teachers and prominent medicalwriters and so strongly confirm himself in the theories and views whichthey proclaim that he cannot without prejudice examine new views andtheories with due care It has been said that when Harvey discovered thetrue course of the circulation of the blood there was not a singleprofessor in the medical colleges of England over fifty years of age whoever believed the heresy as his discovery was called However this mayhave been it is certain that professors and prominent medical writers arenot always the first to see and recognize the truth even when it isclearly presented to their noticeA native of western Massachusetts I studied medicine with an intelligentand worthy physician in my native town and attended two and onehalfcourses of medical lectures at the Berkshire Medical College atPittsfield Mass and graduated in 1841 and during the following winter Iattended the Medical College at Albany N Y devoting a large portion ofmy time to dissecting After finishing at Albany I visited various placesin western and central Massachusetts and operated on eyes for strabismusor crosseyesan operation which had then been recently introduced forthat deformity after which I settled at Chesterfield Mass andcommenced practicing medicine where I remained about one yearOne day I visited Northampton and calling on a physician with whom I wasacquainted I found upon his table a homoeopathic book Why I exclaimedwith astonishment you are not studying homoeopathy are you Yes hereplied I am studying it and trying the remedies cautiously and hewent on to describe cases which he had treated satisfactorily by the use ofthe remedies and among them a case of pleurisy and one of intermittentfever and he wound up by saying Now if you will go down the street to abookstore and purchase Hulls Jahr in two volumes I will give you halfa dozen homoeopathic remedies and you can try them for yourselfHere was a dilemma Never until that hour had I ever heard homoeopathyspoken of by either a medical professor or one of my professionalbrethren except with contempt and ridicule But I said to myself ifthere is any truth in homoeopathy I ought to know it and I cannot treatthis physicians testimony with contempt and it is a duty which I owe tomy fellowmen and especially to my patients to investigate the new systemcarefully I immediately went and purchased the books and he give me sixbottles of medicine and I took them back with me to Chesterfield Iremember making but one Homoeopathic prescription before leavingChesterfield and that was for a case of uterine hemorrhage which I hadtreated unsuccessfully for some time with allopathic remedies I lookedover my Homoeopathic books carefully and found that China cinchona wasindicated As that remedy was not among the bottles of medicated pelletswhich my medical friend had given me I directed that one drop of theordinary tincture of Peruvian bark should be dropped into a glass of waterand that after stirring it well one teaspoonful of the solution thus madeshould be given three or four times a day The patient commenced improvingimmediately and was soon wellSoon after that I removed to Grand Rapids Michigan and commenced anew thepractice of medicine I then had neither the knowledge nor the faith inhomoeopathy which I thought would justify me in treating any serious caseof disease with homoeopathic remedies but I did not neglect to study thenew books One day a friend of my younger days who was residing at GrandHaven came into my office and said that he had been suffering from thetoothache for several days and that he did not like to have the toothextracted and he wanted to know if I could do anything for it withoutextracting it I told him that I had recently obtained some homoeopathicbooks and remedies and that I had noticed that remedies were spoken of fortoothache So I looked over my books and selected Belladonna as the remedysuitable in his case and gave him a dose of it and other doses to takewith him if he needed them We talked in the office for a short time andthen we walked up to the hotel where he was stopping as we entered hestood still a moment and remarked Well my tooth does not ache asseverely as it did I saw him weeks afterward and he told me that he hadnot had the toothache from the hour he took the medicineAway in that new place then a village of about one thousand inhabitantswith no homoeopathic physician within a hundred miles of me I commencedcautiously the use of the new remedies first in mild cases of disease andin cases where Allopathic treatment failed to produce the desired effectAmong the first of the serious cases where I used the remedies was a caseof pneumonia A young man had been very sick with that disease for manydays I had

Transcribed from the 1919 Gay and Hancock edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukPOEMS OF SENTIMENTContents Double Carnations Never Mind Two Women It All Will Come Out Right A Warning Shrines The Watcher Swimming Song The Law Love Time and Will The Two Ages Couleur de Rose Last Love Lifes Track An Ode to Time Regret and Remorse Easter Morn Blind The Yellowcovered Almanac The Little White Hearse Realisation Success The Lady and the Dame Heaven and Hell Loves Supremacy The Eternal Will Insight A Womans Love The Paean of Peace Has Been Dutys Path March The End of the Summer Sun Shadows He that Looketh An Erring Womans Love A Song of Republics Memorial Day1892 When baby Souls Sail Out To Another Womans Baby Diamonds Rubies Sapphires Turquoise Reform A Minor Chord Deaths Protest September Wail of an Oldtimer Was Is and Yettobe Mistakes Dual The Allcreative Spark Be not Content Action Two Roses Satiety A Solar Eclipse A Suggestion The Depths Lifes Opera The Salt Seawind New Year Concentration Thoughts LuckDOUBLE CARNATIONS A wild Pink nestled in a garden bedA rich Carnation flourished high above her One day he chanced to see her pretty headAnd leaned and looked again and grew to love her The Moss her humble mother saw with fearThe ardent glances of the princely stranger With many an anxious thought and dewy tearShe sought to hide her darling from this danger The gardenerguardian of this noble budA cruel trellis interposed between them No common Pink should mate with royal bloodHe said and sought in every way to wean them The poor Pink pined and faded day by dayHer restless lover from his prison bower Called in a priestly bee who passed that wayAnd sent a message to the sorrowing flower The fainting Pink wept as the bee drew nearDroning his prayers and begged him to confess her Her weary mother overtaxed by fearSlept while the priest leaned low to shrive and bless her But lo ere long the tale went creeping outThe rich Carnation and the Pink were married The cunning bee had brought the thing aboutWhile Mamma Moss in Slumbers arms had tarried And proud descendants of that loving pairThe offspring of that true and ardent passion Are famous for their beauty everywhereAnd leaders in the floral world of fashionNEVER MINDWhatever your work and whatever its worth No matter how strong or cleverSome one will sneer if you pause to hear And scoff at your best endeavourFor the target art has a broad expanse And wherever you chance to hit itThough close be your aim to the bullseye fame There are those who will never admit itThough the house applauds while the artist plays And a smiling world adores himSomebody is there with an ennuied air To say that the acting bores himFor the tower of art has a lofty spire With many a stair and landingAnd those who climb seem small ofttime To one at the bottom standingSo work along in your chosen niche With a steady purpose to nerve youLet nothing men say who pass your way Relax your courage or swerve youThe idle will flock by the Temple of Art For just the pleasure of gazingBut climb to the top and do not stop Though they may not all be praisingTWO WOMENI know two women and one is chasteAnd cold as the snows on a winter wasteStainless ever in act and thoughtAs a man born dumb in speech errs notBut she has malice toward her kindA cruel tongue and a jealous mindVoid of pity and full of greedShe judges the world by her narrow creedA brewer of quarrels a breeder of hateYet she holds the key to Societys GateThe other woman with heart of flameWent mad for a love that marred her nameAnd out of the grave of her murdered faithShe rose like a soul that has passed through deathHer aims are noble her pity so broadIt covers the world like the mercy of GodA soother of discord a healer of woesPeace follows her footsteps wherever she goesThe worthier life of the two no doubtAnd yet Society locks her outIT ALL WILL COME OUT RIGHTWhatever is a cruel wrong Whatever is unjustThe honest years that speed along Will trample in the dustIn restless youth I railed at fate With all my puny mightBut now I know if I but wait It all will come out rightThough Vice may don the judges gown And play the censors partAnd Fact be cowed by Falsehoods frown And Nature ruled by artThough Labour toils through blinding tears And idle Wealth is mightI know the honest earnest years Will bring it all out rightThough poor and loveless creeds may pass For pure religions goldThough ignorance may rule the mass While truth meets glances coldI

Charles Aldarondo Charles Franks and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamIllustration What are you doing up hereQUILLS WINDOWBY GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONFRONTISPIECE BYC ALLAN GILBERTCONTENTSCHAPTER I THE FORBIDDEN ROCK II THE STORY THE OLD MAN TOLD III COURTNEY THANE IV DOWDS TAVERN V TRESPASS VI CHARLIE WEBSTER ENTERTAINS VII COURTNEY APPEARS IN PUBLIC VIII ALIX THE THIRD IX A MIDOCTOBER DAY X THE CHIMNEY CORNER XI THANE VISITS TWO HOUSES XII WORDS AND LETTERS XIII THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL XIV SUSPICION XV THE FACE AT THE WINDOW XVI ROSABEL XVII SHADOWSXVIII MR GILFILLAN IS PUZZLED XIX BRINGING UP THE PAST XX THE DISAPPEARANCE OF ROSABEL VICK XXI OUT OF THE NIGHT XXII THE THROWER OF STONESXXIII A MESSAGE AND ITS ANSWER XXIV AT QUILLS WINDOWQUILLS WINDOWCHAPTER ITHE FORBIDDEN ROCKA young man and an old one sat in the shade of the willows besidethe wide still river The glare of a hot August sun failed topenetrate the shelter in which they idled out upon the slowglidingriver it beat relentlessly creating a pale thin vapour thatclung close to the shimmering surface and dazzled the eye with anevershifting glaze The air was lifeless sultry stifling not aleaf not a twig in the tall drooping willows moved unless stirredby the passage of some vagrant birdThe older man sat on the ground his back against the trunk of atree that grew so near to the edge that it seemed on the point oftoppling over to shatter the smooth green mirror below Some of itssturdy exposed roots reached down from the bank into the waterwhere they caught and held the drift from upstreamreeds andtwigs and matted grassa dirty sickly mass that swished lazilyon the flank of the slowmoving currentThe water here in the shade was deep and clear and limpid contrastingsharply with the steelwhite surface out beyondThe young man occupied a decrepit camp stool placed convenientlyagainst the trunk of another tree hard by A discarded bamboo rodlay beside him on the bank the hook and line hopelessly tangledin the drift below He smoked cigarettesHis companion held a wellchewed black cigar in the viselike cornerof his mouth His hook and line were far out in the placid wateran ordinary cork serving as a bob from which his dreary unwaveringgaze seldom shiftedI guess theyre through bitin for today he remarked after along unbroken silenceHow many have we got inquired the other languidlyBetween us weve got twentyfour Thats a fairsized mess Sunfishdont make much of a showing unless you get a barrel of emGood eating though mused the young manFried in butter supplemented the other What time is itHalfpast nineWell thats just about what Id figured Ive been fishin inthis hole for something like forty years off and on and Ivefound out that these here sunfish get through breakfast at exactlyeighteen minutes past nine I always allow about ten minutes leewayin case one or two of em might have been out late the night beforeor somethingbut as a general thing theyre pretty doggonedprompt for breakfast Specially in August Even a fish is lazy inAugust Look at that fishworm By gosh its BOILED That showsyou how hot the water isHe removed the worm from the hook and slowly began to twist thepole in the more or less perfunctory process of winding up theline The young man looked on disinterestedlyAint you going to untangle that line inquired the old manjerking his thumbWhats the use The worm is dead by this time and God knowsI prefer to let him rest in peace The quickest way to untangle aline is to do it like thisHe severed it with his pocketknifeA line like that costs twentyfive cents said the old man atrace of dismay in his voiceThats what it cost when it was new drawled the other Youforget its been a secondhand article since eight oclock thismorningand whats a secondhand fishline worthtell me thatHow much would you give in the open market or at an auction salefor a secondhand fishlineI guess wed better be gittin back to the house said the otherignoring the question Got to clean these fish if were expectinto have em for dinneror lunch as you fellers call it Illbet your grandfather never called it lunch And as for him callinsupper DINNERwhy by crickey he NEVER got drunk enough forthatMore than that said the young man calmly he never saw a cigaretteor a telephone or a Ford or a safetyrazoror a lot of otherthings that have sprung up since he cashed in his checks To besure he did see a few things Ive never seensuch as claypipescanal boats horsehair sofas topboots and ragcarpetsand heprobably saw Abraham Lincolnbut for all that Id rather bewhere I am today than where he isand Im not saying he isnt inheaven eitherThe older mans eyes twinkled I dont think hes any nearer heaventhan he was forty years agoand hes been dead just about thatlong He wasnt what youd call a farseeing manand youve gotto look a long ways ahead if you want to see heaven Your grandmasin heaven all rightand Ill bet she was the most surprised mortalthat ever got inside the pearly gates if she found him there aheadof her Like as not she would have backed out thinking shed gotinto the wrong place by mistake And if he IS up there I bet hesmaking the place an everlastin hell for her Yep your grandpa wasabout as mean as they make em As you say he didnt know anythingabout cigarettes but he made up for it by runnin after women andfast horsesor maybe it was hosses and fast womenand cheatinthe eye teeth out of everybody he had any dealings withI dont understand how he happened to die young If all these thingswere true about him said the other lighting a fresh cigaretteand drawing in a deep full breath of the pungent smoke The oldman waited a few seconds

Scanned and proofed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukA Reading Of LifeContentsA Reading of LifeThe Vital ChoiceA Reading of LifeWith The HuntressA Reading of LifeWith The PersuaderA Reading of LifeThe Test of ManhoodThe Cageing of AresThe NightWalkThe Hueless LoveSong In The SonglessUnion In DisseveranceThe Burden of StrengthThe Main RegretAlternationHawardenAt the CloseForest HistoryA Garden IdylForesight And PatienceThe Invective of AchillesThe Invective of AchillesV 225Marshalling of the AchaiansAgamemnon in the FightParis and DiomedesHypnos on IdaClash in Arms of the Achaians And TrojansThe Horses of AchillesThe Mares of the CamarguePoem A Reading of LifeThe Vital ChoiceIOr shall we run with ArtemisOr yield the breast to AphroditeBoth are mightyBoth give blissEach can torture if dividedEach claims worship undividedIn her wake would have us wallowIIYouth must offer on bent kneesHomage unto one or otherEarth the motherThis decreesAnd unto the pallid ScytherEither points us shun we eitherShun or too devoutly followPoem A Reading of LifeWith The HuntressThrough the watereye of nightMidway between eve and dawnSee the chase the rout the flightIn deep forest oread faunGoatfoot antlers laid on neckRavenous all the line for speedSee yon wavy sparkle beckSign of the Virgin Ladys leadDown her course a serpent starCoils and shatters at her heelsPeals the horn exulting pealsPlaintive is it near or farHuntress arrowy to pursueIn and out of woody glenUnder cliffs that tear the blueOver torrent over fenShe and forest where she skimsFeathery darken and relumeThose are her whitelightning limbsCleaving loads of leafy gloomMountains hear her and call backShrewd with night a frosty wailDistant her the emerald valeFolds and wonders in her trackNow her retinue is leanMany rearward streams the chaseEager forth of covert seenOne hot tide the rapturous raceQuivercharged and crescentcrownedUp on a flash the lighted moundLeaps she bow to shoulder shaftStrung to barb with archers craftLegs like plaited lyrechords feetSongs to see past pitch of sweetFearful swiftness they outrunShaggy wildness grey or dunChallenge charge of tusks eludeTheirs the dance to tame the rudeBeast and beast in manhood tameFollow we their silver flamePride of flesh from bondage freeReaping vigour of its wasteMarks her servitors and sheSanctifies the unembracedNought of perilous she reeksValour clothes her open breastSweet beyond the thrill of sexHallowed by the sex confessedHuntress arrowy to pursueColder she than sunless dewShe that breath of upper airAy but never lyrist sangDraught of Bacchus never sprangBlood the bliss of Gods to shareHigh oer sweep of eagle wingsLike the run with her when ringsClear her rally and her dartIn the forests cavern heartTells of her victorious aimThen is pause and chatter cheerLaughter at some satyr lameLooks upon the fallen deerMeasuring his noble crestHere a favourite in her trainForemost mid her nymphs caressedAll applauded Shall she reignWorshipped O to be with her thereShe that breath of nimble airLifts the breast to giant powerMaid and man and man and maidWho each other would devourElsewhere by the chase betrayedThere are comrades led by herMaidpreserver manmakerPoem A Reading of LifeWith The PersuaderWho murmurs hither hither whoWhere nought is audible so fills the earWhere nought is visible can make appearA veil with eyes that waver throughLike twilights pledge of blessed night to comeOr day most golden All unseen and dumbShe breathes she moves inviting fleesIs lost and leaves the thrilled desireTo clasp and strike a slackened lyreTill over smiles of hyacinth seasFlame in a crystal vessel sailsBeneath a dome of jewelled sprayFor land that drops the rosy dayOn nights of throbbing nightingalesLandward did the wonder flitOr hearts desire of her all earth in itWe saw the heavens fling down their roseOn rapturous waves we saw her glideThe pearly seashell half encloseThe shoal of seanymphs flush the tideAnd we afire to kiss her feet no moreBehold than tracks along a startled shoreWith brightened edges of dark leaves that feignAn ambush hoped as heartless night remainMore closely warmly hither hither sheThe very she called forth by ripened bloodFor its next breath of being murmurs sheAllurement she fulfilment sheThe stream within us urged to floodMans cry earths answer heavens consent O sheMaid woman and divinityOur overearthly innerearthly mateUnmated she our hunger and our fruitUntasted she our written fateUnread Lifes flowering Lifes rootUnread divined unseen beheldThe evanescent everpresent sheGreat Natures stern necessityIn radiance clothed to softness quelledWith a swords edge of sweetness keen to takeOur breath for bliss our hearts for fulness breakThe murmur hushes down the veil is rentMans cry earths answer heavens consentHer form is given to pardoned sightAnd lets our mortal eyes receiveThe sovereign loveliness of celestial whiteAdored by them who solitarily paceIn dusk of the underworlds perpetual eveThe paths among the meadow asphodelRemembering Never there her faceIs planetary reddens to shore seashellAround such whiteness the enamoured airOf noon that clothes her never thereDaughter of light the joyful lightShe stands unveiled to nuptial sightSweet in her disregard of aidDivine to conquer or persuadeA fountain jets from moss a flowerBends gently where her sunset tresses showerBy guerdon of her brilliance may be seenWith eyelids unabashed the passions QueenShorn of attendant Graces she can useHer natural snares to make her will supremeA simple nymph it is inclined to museBefore the leader foot shall dip in streamOne arm at curve along a rounded thighHer firm new breasts each pointing its own wayA knee half bent to shade its fellow shyWhere innocence not nature signals nayThe bud of fresh virginity awaitsThe wooer and all roseate will she burstShe touches on the hour of happy matesStill is she unaware she wakens thirstAnd while commanding blissful sight believeIt holds her as a body strained to breastDown on the underworlds perpetual eveShe plunges the possessor dispossessedAnd bids believe that image heaving warmIs lost to float like torchsmoke after flameThe phantom any breeze blows out of formA thirsts delusion a defeated aimThe rapture shed the torture weavesThe direst blow on human heart she dealsThe pain to know the seen deceivesNought true but what insufferably feelsAnd stabs of her delicious noteThat is as heavenly light to hearing heardThrough shelter leaves the laughter from her throatWe answer as the midnights mornings birdShe laughs

Produced by Vital Debroey Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamRIGHT ROYALby JOHN MASEFIELDNOTEThe persons horses and events described in this poem areimaginary No reference is made to any living person or horse JOHN MASEFIELD PART I RIGHT ROYALAn hour before the race they talked togetherA pair of lovers in the mild March weatherCharles Cothill and the golden lady EmBeautiful Englands hands had fashioned themHe was from Sleins that manor up the LitheRiding the Downs had made his body blitheStalwart he was and springy hardened swiftAble for perfect speed with perfect thriftMan to the core yet moving like a ladDark honest eyes with merry gaze he hadA fine firm mouth and windtan on his skinHe was to ride and ready to beginHe was to ride Right Royal his own horseIn the English Chasers Cup on Compton CourseUnder the pale coat reaching to his spursOne saw his colours which were also hersNarrow alternate bars of blue and whiteBlue as the speedwells eye and silver brightWhat with hard work and waiting for the raceTrouble and strain were marked upon his faceMen would have said that something worried himShe was a golden lady dainty trimAs like the love time as laburnum blossomMirth truth and goodness harboured in her bosomPure colour and pure contour and pure graceMade the sweet marvel of her singing faceShe was the very maytime that comes inWhen hawthorns bud and nightingales beginTo see her tread the redtippt daisies whiteIn the green fields all golden with delightWas to believe Queen Venus come againShe was as dear as sunshine after rainSuch loveliness this golden lady hadAll lovely things and pure things made her gladBut most she loved the things her lover lovedThe windy Downlands where the kestrels rovedThe sea of grasses that the wind runs overWhere blundering beetles drunken from the cloverStumble about the startled passerbyThere on the great grass underneath the skyShe loved to ride with him for hours on hoursSmelling the seasoned grass and those small flowersMilkworts and thymes that grow upon the DownsThere from a chalk edge they would see the townsSmoke above trees by day or spires of churchesGleaming with swinging windcocks on their perchesOr windows flashing in the light or trainsBurrowing below white smoke across the plainsBy night the darkness of the valley setWith scattered lights to where the ridges metAnd three great glares making the heaven dunOxford and Wallingford and AbingdonDear in an hour said Charles the race beginsBefore I start I must confess my sinsFor I have sinned and now it troubles meI saw that you were sad said EmilyBefore I speak said Charles I must premiseYou were not here to help me to be wiseAnd something happened difficult to tellEven if I sinned I feel I acted wellFrom inspiration mad as that may seemJust at the grey of dawn I had a dreamIt was the strangest dream I ever hadIt was the dream that drove me to be madI dreamed I stood upon the racecourse hereWatching a blinding rainstorm blowing clearAnd as it blew away I said aloudThat rain will make soft going on the ploughedAnd instantly I saw the whole great courseThe grass the brooks the fences toppt with gorseGleam in the sun and all the ploughland shoneBlue like a marsh though now the rain had goneAnd in my dream I said That plough will beTerrible work for some but not for meNot for Right Royal And a voice said NoNot for Right Royal And I looked and loThere was Right Royal speaking at my sideThe horses very self and yet his hideWas like what shall I say like pearl on fireA white soft glow of burning that did twireLike soft whiteheat with every breath he drewA glow with utter brightness running throughMost splendid though I cannot make you seeHis great crest glittered as he looked at meCriniered with spitting sparks he stamped the groundAll cock and fire trembling like a houndAnd glad of me and eager to declareHis horses mind And I was made awareThat being a horse his mind could only sayFew things to me He said It is my dayMy day today I shall not have anotherAnd as he spoke he seemed a younger brotherMost near and yet a horse and then he grinnedAnd tossed his crest and crinier to the windAnd looked down to the Water with an eyeAll fire of soul to gallop dreadfullyAll this was strange but then a stranger thingCame afterwards I woke all shiveringWith wonder and excitement yet with dreadLest the dream meant that Royal should be deadLest he had died and come to tell me soI hurried out no need to hurry thoughThere he was shining like a morning starNow hark You know how cold his manners areNever a whinny for his dearest friendToday he heard me at the courtyard endHe left his breakfast with a shattering callA View Halloo and swinging in his stallRan up to nuzzle me with signs of joyIt staggered Harding and the stableboyAnd Harding said Whats come to him todayHe must have had a dream he beat the bayNow that was strange and what was stranger thisI know he tried to say those words of hisIt is my day and Harding turned to meIt

Produced by Ralph Zimmerman Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamArmy Boys on German SoilIllustration One move and Ill blow your brains out hesnappedARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILOur Doughboys Quelling the MobsBYHOMER RANDALLAUTHOR OF ARMY BOYS IN FRANCE ARMY BOYS ON THE FIRING LINEARMY BOYS MARCHING INTO GERMANY ETCARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILCONTENTSCHAPTERI THE FLASH FROM THE GUNSII WRAPPED IN MYSTERYIII CAUGHT IN A STORMIV THE RUINED CASTLEV CONSPIRATORSVI THE BAFFLED PLOTTERSVII A CLOSE CALLVIII JUST IN TIMEIX THE COLONELS WARNINGX FROM THE SKYXI MARSHAL FOCH AND GENERAL PERSHINGXII TORN FROM MOORINGSXIII GERMAN RIOTINGXIV ON THE TRAILXV A BARE CHANCEXVI RAISING THE TRAP DOORXVII A PERILOUS SITUATIONXVIII THE CRITICAL MOMENTXIX TURNING THE TABLESXX THE CLAWS OF THE HUNSXXI SQUARING ACCOUNTSXXII WILL THE GERMANS SIGNXXIII ON THE VERGE OF DISCOVERYXXIV THE DEADLY PHIALXXV THE TREATY SIGNEDARMY BOYS ON GERMAN SOILCHAPTER ITHE FLASH FROM THE GUNSI tell you Bart I dont like the looks of things remarkedFrank Sheldon to his chum Bart Raymond as the two stood on acorner in the German city of Coblenz on the RhineWhats on your mind inquired Bart as he drew the collar of hisraincoat more snugly around his neck and turned his back to thesleetladen wind that was fairly blowing a gale I dont seeanything to get stirred up about except this abominable weatherIts all I can do to keep my feetIt is a pretty tough night to be out on patrol duty agreedFrank But it wasnt that I was thinking about Its the waythese Huns have been acting latelyAre you thinking of that sergeant of ours that was found stabbedto death the other night asked Bart with quickened interestNot so much that replied Frank although thats one of thethings that shows the way the wind is blowing But its the surlyway the whole population is acting Havent you noticed itThere certainly is a difference admitted Bart Everything waspeaches and cream when we first came The people fairly fell overthemselves in trying to tell us how glad they were to have theAmericans here instead of the French and English Now theyregetting chesty again A couple of fellows passed me a little whileago who looked at me as if theyd like to slip a knife into me ifthey daredThey hate us all right declared Frank It makes them sore asthe mischief to have Americans keeping the watch on the RhineTheyre mad enough to bite nails every time theyre reminded ofitAnd thats pretty often laughed Bart for they cant go outinto the street without seeing an American uniform somewhereWeve got this old town pretty well policed and if any troublestarts well put it down in a jiffyWell troubles coming all right prophesied Frank There arelots of new faces in the city fellows who seem to have come fromthe outside You know Germanys being ripped up the backeverywhere by mobs and the red flag is flying in Berlin I have ahunch that these outsiders have come to start the same thinghereIf they do theyll get more than they bargained for said Bartgrimly Theyll find theyre monkeying with a buzz saw What ourfellows would do to them would be a sin and a shame But here comeTom and Billy if Im any sort of a guesserRight you are replied Frank as he descried two uniformedfigures approaching their heads bent away from the icy gale whichwas increasing in fury as the night wore onHello fellows was the greeting that came from one of thenewcomers as they came into the flickering light of the streetlamp near which Frank Sheldon and Bart Raymond were standingThis is a dandy night to be out patrollingI dont thinkA good night for ducks Tom replied Frank with a laughFor polar bears if you ask me put in Billy Waldon Tomscompanion as he shook the drops from his raincoat How would itbe to be back in the barracks just now lapping up a smoking hotcup of coffee Oh boyIt wouldnt be bad Bart was beginning when suddenly a riflecracked and a bullet whizzed by so close that it nearly grazed TomBradfords earShelter fellows shouted Frank as he leaped for an adjacenthallwayHis companions followed him quickly and crouching in the hallthey peered out into the darkness to see if they could detect thewhereabouts of the wouldbe assassinBut everything was quiet except for the roaring of the gale andthe street seemed to be emptyMight as well look for a needle in a haystack muttered TomBradford We dont even know the direction from which the shotcame You can bet that skunk made tracks as soon as he firedIt was a mighty close call for you Tom remarked Billy A halfinch closer and you would have been a gonerIt would have been hard luck to have been laid out now afterhaving come through that Argonne fighting alive grumbled TomId just like to have my hands right now on the cowardly Heiniewho tried to snuff me outDont you see Bart that I was right when I told you thattrouble was brewing remarked FrankI guess you were old manIts because weve been too confoundedly easy with thesefellows snorted Billy wrathfully Weve gone on the theory thatif we treated em white and gave em a square deal theydappreciate it and behave themselves We might have known betterThe French and English know these ginks better than we do andtheyve put the boots into them from the start growled TomTheres been no nambypamby dealing with the Huns in the bridgeheads where theyve held control Theyve made the Boches walkSpanish If they didnt uncover when the flag went by theyknocked their hats off for them They know that the only argumentthat a Hun understands is force and theyve gone on that theoryright along And as a consequence the Heinies dont dare to peepin the districts where the French and English run things We oughtto take a leaf from their books and do the sameThats our goodnatured American way of doing things said BartBut were due to stiffen up a bit now Were not going to standfor attempts to

Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE IRON TRAILBy REX BEACHAuthor of THE AUCTION BLOCK RAINBOWS END THE SPOILERS EtcCONTENTSCHAPTER I IN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HAND II HOW A GIRL APPEARED OUT OF THE NIGHT III THE IRISH PRINCE IV HOW A JOURNEY ENDED AT HOPE V WHEREIN WE SEE CURTIS GORDON AND OTHERS VI THE DREAMER VII THE DREAM VIII IN WHICH WE COME TO OMAR IX WHEREIN GORDON SHOWS HIS TEETH X IN WHICH THE DOCTOR SHOWS HIS WIT XI THE TWO SIDES OF ELIZA VIOLET APPLETON XII HOW GORDON FAILED IN HIS CUNNING XIII WE JOURNEY TO A PLACE OF MANY WONDERS XIV HOW THE TRUTH CAME TO ELIZA XV THE BATTLE OF GORDONS CROSSING XVI THE FRUIT OF THE TEMPEST XVII HOW THE PRINCE BECAME A MANXVIII HOW THE MAN BECAME A PRINCE AGAIN XIX MISS APPLETON MAKES A SACRIFICE XX HOW GORDON CHANGED HIS ATTACK XXI DAN APPLETON SLIPS THE LEASH XXII HOW THE HAZARD WAS PLAYEDXXIII A NEW CRISIS XXIV GORDONS FALL XXV PREPARATIONS XXVI THE RACEXXVII HOW A DREAM CAME TRUEIIN WHICH THE TIDE TAKES A HANDThe ship stole through the darkness with extremest cautionfeeling her way past bay and promontory Around her was none ofthat phosphorescent glow which lies above the open ocean even onthe darkest night for the mountains ran down to the channel oneither side In places they overhung and where they lay upturnedagainst the dim sky it could be seen that they were mantled withheavy timber All day long the NEBRASKA had made her way throughan endless succession of straits and sounds now squeezingthrough an inlet so narrow that the somber spruce trees seemed tobe within a short stonesthrow again plowing across some openreach where the pulse of the north Pacific could be felt Outthrough the openings to seaward stretched the restless ocean onacross uncounted leagues to Saghalien and the rim of RussiasprisonyardAlways near at hand was the deep green of the Canadian forestsdenser darker than a tropic jungle for this was the land ofplenty waters The hillsides were carpeted kneedeep with mosswet to saturation Out of every gulch came a brawling streamwhipped to milkwhite frenzy snow lay heavy upon the higherlevels while now and then from farther inland peered a glacierlike some dead monster crushed between the granite peaks Therewere villages too and fishingstations and mines and quarriesThese burst suddenly upon the view then slipped past withdreamlike swiftness Other ships swung into sight rushed by andwere swallowed up in the labyrinthine maze asternThose passengers of the Nebraska who had never before traversedthe Inside Passage were loud in the praises of itspicturesqueness while those to whom the route was familiarseemed to find an everfresh fascination in its shifting scenesAmong the latter was Murray ONeil The whole north coast fromFlattery to St Elias was as well mapped in his mind as the faceof an old friend yet he was forever discovering new vistassurprising panoramas amazing variations of color and topographyThe mysterious rifts and passageways that opened and closed as ifto lure the ship astray the trackless confusion of islets thesiren song of the waterfalls the silent hills and glaciers andsnowsoaked forestsall appealed to him strongly for he was atheart a dreamerYet he did not forget that scenery such as this lovely as it isby day may be dangerous at night for he knew the weakness ofsteel hulls On some sides his experience and business traininghad made him sternly practical and prosaic Ships aroused nomanner of enthusiasm in him except as means to an end Railroadshad no glamour of romance in his eyes for having built a numberof them he had outlived all poetic notions regarding the ironhorse and once the rails were laid he was apt to lose interestin them Nevertheless he was almost poetic in his own quiet wayinterweaving practical thoughts with fanciful visions and heloved his dreams He was dreaming now as he leaned upon thebridge rail of the Nebraska peering into the gloom with watchfuleyes From somewhere to port came the occasional commands of theofficer on watch echoed instantly from the inky interior of thewheelhouse Up overside rose the whisper of rushing waters fromunderfoot came the rhythmic beat of the engines far below ONeilshook off his mood and began to wonder idly how long it would bebefore Captain Johnny would be ready for his nightcapHe always traveled with Johnny Brennan when he could manage itfor the two men were boon companions ONeil was wont to live inJohnnys cabin or on the bridge and their nightly libation tofriendship had come to be a matter of some ceremonyThe ships master soon appeared from the shadowsa short trimman with gray hairCome he cried its waiting for usONeil followed into Brennans luxurious welllit quarterswhere on a mahogany sideboard was a tray holding decantersiphon and glasses together with a bottle of ginger ale Thecaptain after he had mixed a beverage for his passenger openedthe bottle for himself They raised their glasses silentlyNow that youre past the worst of it remarked ONeil Isuppose youll turn in Youre getting old for a hard run likethis JohnnyCaptain Brennan snorted Old Im a better man than you yetIm a teetotaler thats why I discovered long ago that saltwater and whiskey dont mixONeil stretched himself out in one of Brennans easychairsReally he said I dont understand why a ship carries acaptain Now of what earthly use to the line are you forinstance except for your beauty which no doubt has its valuewith the women Ill admit you preside with some grace at thebest table in the diningsalon but your officers know thesechannels as well as you do They could make the run from Seattleto Juneau with their eyes shutIndeed they could not and neither could IOh well of course I have no respect for you as a man havingseen you without

Produced by Miranda van de Heijning Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamREPRESENTATIVE MENSEVEN LECTURESBYRALPH WALDO EMERSON I Uses of Great Men II Plato or the Philosopher Plato New ReadingsIII Swedenborg or the Mystic IV Montaigne or the Skeptic V Shakspeare or the Poet VI Napoleon or the Man of the WorldVII Goethe or the WriterI USES OF GREAT MENIt is natural to believe in great men If the companions of ourchildhood should turn out to be heroes and their condition regal itwould not surprise us All mythology opens with demigods and thecircumstance is high and poetic that is their genius is paramountIn the legends of the Gautama the first men ate the earth and foundit deliciously sweetNature seems to exist for the excellent The world is upheld by theveracity of good men they make the earth wholesome They who livedwith them found life glad and nutritious Life is sweet and tolerableonly in our belief in such society and actually or ideally we manageto live with superiors We call our children and our lands by theirnames Their names are wrought into the verbs of language their worksand effigies are in our houses and every circumstance of the dayrecalls an anecdote of themThe search after the great is the dream of youth and the most seriousoccupation of manhood We travel into foreign parts to find hisworksif possible to get a glimpse of him But we are put off withfortune instead You say the English are practical the Germans arehospitable in Valencia the climate is delicious and in the hillsof Sacramento there is gold for the gathering Yes but I do not travelto find comfortable rich and hospitable people or clear sky oringots that cost too much But if there were any magnet that wouldpoint to the countries and houses where are the persons who areintrinsically rich and powerful I would sell all and buy it and putmyself on the road todayThe race goes with us on their credit The knowledge that in the cityis a man who invented the railroad raises the credit of all thecitizens But enormous populations if they be beggars are disgustinglike moving cheese like hills of ants or of fleasthe more theworseOur religion is the love and cherishing of these patrons The gods offable are the shining moments of great men We run all our vesselsinto one mould Our colossal theologies of Judaism Christism BuddhismMahometism are the necessary and structural action of the human mindThe student of history is like a man going into a warehouse to buycloths or carpets He fancies he has a new article If he go to thefactory he shall find that his new stuff still repeats the scrollsand rosettes which are found on the interior walls of the pyramids ofThebes Our theism is the purification of the human mind Man canpaint or make or think nothing but man He believes that the greatmaterial elements had their origin from his thought And our philosophyfinds one essence collected or distributedIf now we proceed to inquire into the kinds of service we derive fromothers let us be warned of the danger of modern studies and beginlow enough We must not contend against love or deny the substantialexistence of other people I know not what would happen to us We havesocial strengths Our affection toward others creates a sort of vantageor purchase which nothing will supply I can do that by another whichI cannot do alone I can say to you what I cannot first say to myselfOther men are lenses through which we read our own minds Each manseeks those of different quality from his own and such as are goodof their kind that is he seeks other men and the otherest Thestronger the nature the more it is reactive Let us have the qualitypure A little genius let us leave alone A main difference betwixtmen is whether they attend their own affair or not Man is that nobleendogenous plant which grows like the palm from within outward Hisown affair though impossible to others he can open with celerity andin sport It is easy to sugar to be sweet and to nitre to be saltWe take a great deal of pains to waylay and entrap that which of itselfwill fall into our hands I count him a great man who inhabits a highersphere of thought into which other men rise with labor and difficultyhe has but to open his eyes to see things in a true light and in largerelations whilst they must make painful corrections and keep avigilant eye on many sources of error His service to us is of likesort It costs a beautiful person no exertion to paint her image onour eyes yet how splendid is that benefit It costs no more for awise soul to convey his quality to other men And every one can do hisbest thing easiest_Peu de moyens beaucoup deffet_ He is great whois what he is from nature and who never reminds us of othersBut he must be related to us and our life receive from him some promiseof explanation I cannot tell what I would know but I have observedthere are persons who in their character and actions answer questionswhich I have not skill to put One man answers some questions whichnone of his contemporaries put and is isolated The past and passingreligions and philosophies answer some other question Certain menaffect us as rich possibilities but helpless to themselves and totheir timesthe sport perhaps of some instinct that rules in theairthey do not speak to our want But the great are near we knowthem at sight They satisfy expectation and fall into place What isgood is effective generative makes for itself room food and alliesA sound apple produces seeda hybrid does not Is a man in his placehe is constructive fertile magnetic inundating armies with hispurpose which is thus executed The river makes its own shores andeach legitimate idea makes its own channels and welcomeharvest forfood institutions for expression

Transcribed from the 1913 Hodder and Stoughton edition by DavidPrice email ccx074coventryacukTHE REVOLUTION IN TANNERS LANEPer various casus per tot discrimina rerumTendimus in Latium sedes ubi fata quietasOstendunt Illic fas regna resurgere TrojaeDurate et vosmet rebus servate secundis VirgilBy diuers casis sere parrellis and sufferanceUnto Itaill we ettill aim quhare destanyeHas schap shaped for vs ane rest and quiet harbryePredestinatis thare Troye sall ryse aganeBe stout on prosper fortoun to remane Gwain Douglass translationCHAPTER ITHE WORLD OUTSIDEThe 20th April 1814 an almost cloudless perfectly sunny day sawall London astir On that day Lewis the Eighteenth was to come fromHartwell in triumph summoned by France to the throne of hisancestors London had not enjoyed too much gaiety that year It wasthe year of the great frost Nothing like it had been known in thememory of man In the West of England where snow is rare roadswere impassable and mails could not be delivered Four dead men weredug out of a deep drift about ten miles west of Exeter Even atPlymouth close to the soft southwestern ocean the average depth ofthe fall was twenty inches and there was no other way of gettingeastwards than by packhorses The Great North Road was completelyblocked and there was a barricade over it near Godmanchester of fromsix to ten feet high The Oxford coach was buried Some passengersinside were rescued with great difficulty and their lives werebarely saved The Solway Firth at Workington resembled the ArcticSea and the Thames was so completely frozen over between Blackfriarsand London Bridges that people were able not only to walk acrossbut to erect booths on the ice Coals of course rose to famineprices in London as it was then dependent solely upon watercarriagefor its supply The Father of his people the Prince Regent wasmuch moved by the general distress of a large and meritorious classof industrious persons as he called them and issued a circular toall Lords Lieutenant ordering them to provide all practicable meansof removing obstructions from the highwaysHowever on this 20th April the London mob forgot the frost forgotthe quartern loaf and the national debt and prepared for a holidayinspired thereto not so much by Lewis the Eighteenth as by thewarmth and brilliant sky There are two factors in all human blissan object and the subject The object may be a trifle but thecondition of the subject is most important Turn a man out with hisdigestion in perfect order with the spring in the air and in hisveins and he will cheer anything any Lewis Lord Liverpool dogcat or rat who may cross his path Not that this is intended as asufficient explanation of the Bourbon reception Far from it but itdoes mitigate it a trifle At eleven oclock in the forenoon twotroops of the Oxford Blues drew up at Kilburn turnpike to await thesacred arrival The Prince Regent himself went as far as Stanmore tomeet his August Brother When the August Brother reached thevillage the excited inhabitants thereof took the horses out of thecarriage and drew him through the street The Prince standing atthe door of the principal inn was in readiness to salute him andthis he did by embracing him There have been some remarkableembraces in history Joseph fell on Israels neck and Israel saidunto Joseph Now let me die since I have seen thy face Paulafter preaching at Ephesus calling the elders of the Church towitness that for the space of three years he ceased not to warnevery one night and day with tears kneeled down and prayed so thatthey all wept sore and fell on his neck Romeo took a last embraceof Juliet in the vault and sealed the doors of breath with arighteous kiss Penelope embraced Ulysses who was welcome to her asland is welcome to shipwrecked swimmers escaping from the greyseawaterthere have we say been some remarkable embraces on thisearth since time began but none more remarkable than that on thesteps of the Abercorn Arms The Divine couple then drove in solemnprocession to town From the park corner for threequarters of amile or so was a line of private carriages filled with mostfashionable people the ladies all standing on the seats The FrenchRoyalist flag waved everywhere All along the Kilburn Road thenthinly lined with houses it was triumphant and even the trees weredecorated with it Arriving by way of Cumberland Gate at PiccadillyLewis was escorted amidst uproarious rejoicing to Grillons Hotelin Albemarle Street There in reply to an address from the Princehe ascribed under Providence to his Royal Highness and theBritish people his present blissful condition and soon afterwardsbeing extremely tired went to bed This was on a Wednesday Thenext day Thursday His Sacred Majesty or Most Christian Majesty ashe was then called was solemnly made a Knight of the Garter theBishops of Salisbury and Winchester assisting On Friday he receivedthe corporation of London and on Saturday the 23rd he prepared totake his departure There was a great crowd in the street when hecame out of the hotel and immense applause the mob crying out Godbless your Majesty as if they owed him all they had and even theirlives It was very touching people thought at the time and so itwas Is there anything more touching than the waste of human loyaltyand love As we read the history of the Highlands or a story ofJacobite loyalty such as that of Coopers Admiral Bluewater dear toboys we sadden that destiny should decree that in a world in whichpiety is not too plentiful it should run so pitifully to waste andthat men and women should weep hot tears and break their hearts overbranstuffing and waxAmidst the hooraying multitude that Saturday April morning was oneman at least Zachariah Coleman by name who did not hooray and didnot lift his hat even when the Sacred Majesty

Transcribed from the 1889 Macmillan and Co edition by David Priceemail ccx074coventryacukSCENES AND CHARACTERS OR EIGHTEEN MONTHS AT BEECHCROFTPREFACEOf those who are invited to pay a visit to Beechcroft there are somewho honestly acknowledging that amusement is their object will becontent to feel with Lilias conjecture with Jane and get intoscrapes with Phyllis without troubling themselves to extract anymoral from their proceedings and to these the Mohun family wouldonly apologise for having led a very humdrum life during the eighteenmonths spent in their companyThere may however be more unreasonable visitors who professingonly to come as parents and guardians expect entertainment forthemselves as well as instruction for those who had rather it wasout of sightlook for antiques in carved cherrystonesandrequire plot incident and catastrophe in a chronicle of small beerTo these the Mohuns beg respectfully to observe that they hope theirexamples may not be altogether devoid of indirect instruction andlest it should be supposed that they lived without object aim orprinciple they would observe that the maxim which has influenced thedelineation of the different Scenes and Characters is that feelingunguided and unrestrained soon becomes mere selfishness while thesimple endeavour to fulfil each immediate claim of duty may lead tothe highest acts of selfdevotionNEW COURT BEECHCROFT18th JanuaryPREFACE 1886Perhaps this book is an instance to be adduced in support of theadvice I have often given to young authorsnot to print before theythemselves are old enough to do justice to their freshest ideasNot that I can lay claim to its being a production of tender andinteresting youth It was my second actual publication and Ibelieve I was of age before it appearedbut I see now the failuresthat more experience might have enabled me to avoid and I would notagain have given it to the world if the same characters recurring inanother story had not excited a certain desire to see their firststartIn fact they have been more or less my lifelong companions Analmost solitary child with periodical visits to the Elysium of alarge family it was natural to dream of other children and theirways and sports till they became almost realities They took shapewhen my French master set me to write letters for him The lettersgradually became conversation and narrative and the adventures ofthe family sweetened the toils of French composition In theexigencies of village school building in those days gone by beforein every placeIt there behoved him to set up the standard of her Gracethe tale was actually printed for private sale as a link betweentranslations of short storiesThis process only stifled the family in my imagination for a timeThey awoke once more with new names but substantially the same andwere my companions in many a solitary walk the results of which werescribbled down in leisure moments to be poured into my mothers everpatient and sympathetic earsAnd then came the impulse to literature for young people given by theexample of that memorable book the Fairy Bower and followed up byAmy Herbert It was felt that elder children needed something of adeeper tone than the Edgeworthian style yet less directly religiousthan the Sherwood class of books and on that wave of opinion mylittle craft floated out into the great sea of the publicFriends whose kindness astonished me and fills me with gratitudewhen I look back on it gave me seasonable criticism and pruning andfinally launched me My heroes and heroines had arranged themselvesso as to work out a definite principle and this was enough for usallChildrens books had not been supposed to require a plot MissEdgeworths which I still continue to think gems in their own lineare made chronicles or more truly illustrations of various truthsworked out upon the same personages Moreover the skill of a JaneAusten or a Mrs Gaskell is required to produce a perfect plotwithout doing violence to the ordinary events of an everyday lifeIt is all a matter of arrangement Mrs Gaskell can make a perfectlittle plot out of a sick lad and a canary bird and another can donothing with half a dozen murders and an explosion and of arrangingmy materials so as to build up a story I was quite incapable It isstill my great deficiency but in those days I did not evenunderstand that the attempt was desirable Criticism was a morethorough thing in those times than it has since become through themultiplicity of books to be hurried over and it was often veryuseful as when it taught that such arrangement of incident was themeans of developing the leading ideaYet with all its faults the children who had been real to mecaught chiefly by the youthful sense of fun and enjoyment theattention of other children and the curious semibelief one has inthe phantoms of ones brain made me dwell on their after life andshare my discoveries with my friends not however writing them downtill after the lapse of all these years the tenderness inspired byassociations of early days led to taking up once more the oldcharacters in The Two Sides of the Shield and the kind welcome thishas met with has led to the resuscitation of the crude andinexperienced tale which never pretended to be more than a merefamily chronicleC M YONGE6th October 1886CHAPTER ITHE ELDER SISTERReturn and in the daily round Of duty and of loveThou best wilt find that patient faith That lifts the soul aboveEleanor Mohun was the eldest child of a gentleman of old family andgood property who had married the sister of his friend andneighbour the Marquis of Rotherwood The first years of her lifewere marked by few events She was a quiet steady useful girlfinding her chief pleasure in nursing and teaching her brothers andsisters and her chief annoyance in her mammas attempts to make hera fine lady but before she had reached her nineteenth year she hadlearnt to know real anxiety and sorrow Her mother after sufferingmuch from grief at the loss of her two brothers fell into soalarming a state of health

This eBook was produced by David Schwan davidschearthlinknetSculpture of the Exposition Palaces and CourtsDescriptive Notes on theArt of the Statuary at thePanamaPacific International ExpositionSan FranciscoBy Juliet JamesTo A Stirling Calder who has so ably managed the execution of thesculpture and to the vast body of sculptors and their workmen who havegiven the world such inspiration with their splendid work this book isdedicatedForewordWhat accents itself in the mind of the layman who makes even a cursorystudy of the sculptors and their works at the PanamaPacificInternational Exposition is the fine inspiring sincerity and upliftthat each man brings to his work One cannot be a great sculptorotherwiseThe sculptors work calls for steadfastness of purpose through longyears of study acute observation the highest standards fineintellectual ability and above all a decided universalism otherwisethe world soon passes him byIt is astonishing to see brought together the work of so many reallygreat sculptors America has a very large number of talented menexpressing themselves on the plastic side and a few geniusesThe Exposition of 1915 has given the world the opportunity of seeing thepurposeful heights to which these men have climbedWe have today real American sculpture work that savors of Americansoil a splendid national expressionNever before have so many remarkable works been brought together andAmerican sculpture is only in its infancy born one might say afterthe Centennial Exposition of 1876The wholesome part of it all is that men and women are workingindependently in their expressions We do not see that effect here ofone man trying to fit himself to another mans clothing The work is alldistinctly individual This individualism for any art is a hopefuloutlookThe sculpture has vitalized the whole marvelous Exposition It is not anaccessory as has been the sculpture of previous Expositions but itgoes hand in hand with the architecture poignantly existing for its ownsake and adding greatly to the decorative architectural effects In manycases the architecture is only the background or often only a pedestalfor the figure or group pregnant with spirit and meaningThose who have the citys growth at heart should see to it that thesemen of brain and skill and inspiration are employed to help beautify thecommercial centers the parks the boulevards of our citiesWe need the fine lessons of beauty and uplift around usWe beautify our houses and spend very little time in them Why notbeautify our outside world where we spend the bulk of our timeWe a pleasureloving people are devoting more time every year tooutside life Would it not be a thorough joy to the most prosaic of usto have our cities beautified with inspiring sculptureWe do a great deal in the line of horticultural beautifying we coulddo far more but how little we have done with one of the mostmeaningful and stimulating of the artsLet us see to it in San Francisco at least that a few of these worksare made permanentTake as an example James Earle Frasers End of the Trail Imagine theeffect of that fine work silhouetted against the sky out near FortPoint on a western headland with the animals head toward the sea sothat it would be evident to the onlooker that the Indian had reached thevery end of the trail It would play a wonderful part in the beauty ofthe landscapeOr take Edith Woodman Burroughs Youth What a delight a permanentreproduction of that fountain would be if placed against the side of oneof the green hills out at Golden Gate Park say near the ChildrensPlayground with a pool at its base It is only by concerted actionthat we will ever get these works among us Who is going to take theleadThe ContentsIntroductionThe Fountain of EnergyThe Mother of TomorrowThe Nations of the OccidentThe Nations of the OrientThe AlaskanThe LamaThe Genius of CreationThe Rising SunDescending NightWinterThe Portals of El DoradoPanel of the Fountain of El DoradoYouthThe American PioneerCortezThe End of the TrailPanel from the Column of ProgressThe Feast of the SacrificeThe Joy of LivingThe Man with the PickThe Kneeling FigureThe Pegasus PanelPrimitive ManThoughtVictoryThe Priestess of CultureThe Adventurous BowmanPanAirThe Signs of the ZodiacThe Fountain of CeresThe Survival of the FittestEarthWildflowerBiographies of SculptorsSculpture Around the Fine Arts LagoonThe IllustrationsThe Fountain of Energy A Stirling Calder SculptorThe Mother of Tomorrow A Stirling Calder SculptorThe Nations of the Occident A Stirling Calder Frederick Roth Leo Lentelli SculptorsThe Nations of the Orient A Stirling Calder Frederick Roth Leo Lentelli SculptorsThe Alaskan Frederick Roth SculptorThe Lama Frederick Roth SculptorThe Genius of Creation Daniel Chester French SculptorThe Rising Sun Adolph Alexander Weinman SculptorDescending Night Adolph Alexander Weinman SculptorWinter Furio Piccirilli SculptorThe Portals of El Dorado Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney SculptorPanel of the Fountain of El Dorado Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney SculptorYouth Edith Woodman Burroughs SculptorThe American Pioneer Solon Hamilton Borglum SculptorCortez Charles Niehaus SculptorThe End of the Trail James Earle Fraser SculptorPanel from the Column of Progress Isidore Konti SculptorThe Feast of the Sacrifice Albert Jaeger SculptorThe Joy of Living Paul Manship SculptorThe Man with the Pick Ralph Stackpole SculptorThe Kneeling Figure Ralph Stackpole SculptorThe Pegasus Panel Bruno Louis Zimm SculptorPrimitive Man Albert Weinert SculptorThought Albert Weinert SculptorVictory Louis Ulrich SculptorThe Priestess of Culture Herbert Adams SculptorThe Adventurous Bowman Herman A MacNeil SculptorPan Sherry Fry SculptorAir Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorThe Signs of the Zodiac Herman A MacNeil SculptorThe Fountain of Ceres Evelyn Beatrice Longman SculptorThe Survival of the Fittest Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorEarth Robert Ingersoll Aitken SculptorWildflower Edward Berge SculptorSculpture of the Exposition Palaces and CourtsThe influence of sculpture is far reaching The mind that loves thisart and understands its language will more and more insist on a certainorder and decorum in visual life It opens an avenue for the expressionof aesthetic enjoyment somewhere between poetry and music and akin todrama Arthur HoeberThe Fountain of EnergyA

David Maddock Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamSTUDIES IN THE LIFE OF THE CHRISTIANHis Faith and His ServiceByHENRY T SELL DDPREFACEThese studies consider the questions What did Christ teach What isthe standpoint of Christianity What is a Christian What ought he tobelieve and why How shall he regard the Bible and the church Whatshould be his relations to God to his fellow men to his home tosociety to business and to the stateThe strength and reasonableness of the great main positions ofChristian faith and service are constructively presented Carefulattention is also given to the practical application of Christianprinciples to the perplexing problems of modern lifeThis book is for use in adult Bible classes Bible study circlespastors training classes in the essentials of Christianityeducational institutions and private studyIt is uniform with the authors Bible Studies in the Life of ChristBible Studies in the Life of Paul and his other Bible study booksHENRY T SELLChicagoCONTENTS I CHRIST THE GREAT TEACHER II THE CHRISTIANS GOD III THE CHRISTIAN MAN IV THE CHRISTIANS FELLOW MAN V THE CHRISTIAN FAITH VI THE CHRISTIANS BOOK VII THE CHRISTIAN PRAYERVIII THE CHRISTIAN SERVICE IX THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH X THE CHRISTIAN HOME XI THE CHRISTIAN BUSINESS WORLD XII THE CHRISTIAN SOCIETYXIII THE CHRISTIAN STATE XIV THE CHRISTIANS HOPESTUDY ICHRIST THE GREAT TEACHERScripture references Matthew 423 512 729 1354 2655281920 Mark 12122 412 66 Luke 53 111 1947 John 659714 828THE FOUNDER OF CHRISTIANITYThe heart of the Christian religion is found in Jesus Christ If wedesire to know what Christianity is and of what elements it iscomposed we must look to Him and His teachings He is the great sourceof our knowledge of what God man sin righteousness duty andsalvation areOur interest in the books of the Old Testament lies in the fact thatthey lead up to Him We study the books of the New Testament becauseof their vivid portrayal of His life teachings death andresurrection With Jesus Christ a new era dawned for the world withnew principles ideas and aspirations for humanity His teachingstouch every department of human life and where they are accepted andfollowed they show their marvellous transforming power There can beno more important study than what Jesus Christ said and did while uponthis earth Never man spake like this man John 746WHAT CHRIST TAUGHTThere are five great lines which His teachings followed they have todo with God man sin salvation and the future lifeThe Right Relation of God to Man and Man to GodHow does God regardman and How shall man look upon God are questions upon which thebest thought of men in all ages has been expended Upon the answersgiven have been founded all sorts of religious and philosophicalsystemsMan in this great universe desires to know in what relation he standsto the Author of it Is man only a creature of fate What does Godcare great as He is for one manJesus Christ recognized this desire of man to know his standing withGod and He proclaimed not only the power but the Fatherhood ofGod When He taught His disciples how to pray He began His immortalprayer not with Great God of the universe or Creator of allthings but After this manner therefore pray ye Our Father whichart in heaven Matthew 69 Here was a new conception of GodThrough Christ man comes into personal relations with God as theFather John 1627 who cares for him as a son Man is to love andforgive as God loves and forgives in this relation of Father Matthew2237 61415 Man is to do all that he does as in the sight of hisFather in heaven Matthew 6126 God is made known as supreme loveJohn 316The Right Relation of Man to ManThere are many causes which dividemen into classes castes and nationalities Once divided men begin todevelop a class feeling and pride which tend to deepen and widen thegulfs which separate them from each otherWith the truth proclaimed by Christ of the Fatherhood of God camealso the great truth of the Brotherhood of Man The true relation ofman to man no matter what the caste class employment ornationality is that of sons who have a common father The secondgreat commandment given by Christ is Thou shalt love thy neighbouras thyself Matthew 2239 When He took the example for a goodneighbour He selected a Samaritan a man of an alien race Men arenaturally inclined to do good to those who treat them well and whosehelp they need but Christ in carrying out this new law of brotherlylove said Love your enemies bless them that curse you do good tothem that hate you and pray for them which despitefully use you andpersecute you that ye may be the children of your Father which is inheaven Matthew 54448 It is only through this love of man forman no matter what the class or condition that right relationsbetween men can ever be established and maintainedThe Right Relation of Man to SinMan violates his sense ofrighteousness and justice He transgresses the laws of God and hisnature Mans sin is everywhere doing its destroying work There isindividual social corporate and national sin Romans 323 Thisfact of sin is not only set forth in the Bible in unmistakable termsbut every government recognizes it in its laws and courts of justiceSociety puts up its bars to protect itself against the sinner and allliterature proclaims the evil results of sinWhat ought to be mans attitude to sin Shall he make light of it andcall it a necessary part of living Shall he continue in it althoughhe recognizes its evil results and draw others with him into greaterand larger violations of the laws of God and man These are practicalquestions Some temporize with sin and say Let us lead outwardlycorrect lives but within certain bounds we will do as we pleasehence arises the practice of secret sinningChrist came declaring that mans relation to sin should beuncompromising He

Transcribed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukSERMONS ON NATIONAL SUBJECTSITHE KING OF THE EARTHFIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENTPreached in 1849Behold thy King cometh unto theeMATTHEW xxi 4This Sunday is the first of the four Sundays in Advent During thosefour Sundays our forefathers have advised us to think seriously ofthe coming of our Lord Jesus Christnot that we should neglect tothink of it at all times As some of you know I have preached toyou about it often lately Perhaps before the end of Advent you willall of you more or less understand what all that I have said aboutthe cholera and public distress and the sins of this nation andthe sins of the labouring people has to do with the coming of ourLord Jesus Christ But I intend especially in my next four sermonsto speak my whole mind to you about this matter as far as God hasshown it to me taking the Collect Epistle and Gospels for eachSunday in Advent and explaining them I am sure I cannot do betterfor the more I see of those Collects Epistles and Gospels and theway in which they are arranged the more I am astonished anddelighted at the wisdom with which they are chosen the wise order inwhich they follow each other and fit into each other It is veryfit too that we should think of our Lords coming at this season ofthe year above all others because it is the hardest seasontheseason of most want and misery and discontent when wages are lowand work is scarce and fuel is dear and frosts are bitter andfarmers and tradesmen and gentlemen too are at their wits end tosquare their accounts and pay their way Then is the time that theevils of society come home to usthat our sins and our sorrowswhich after all are the punishment of our sins stare us in theface Then is the time if ever for mens hearts to cry out for aSaviour who will deliver them out of their miseries and their sinsfor a Heavenly King who will rule them in righteousness and dojustice and judgment on the earth and see that those who are in needand necessity have right for a Heavenly Counsellor who will guidethem into all truthwho will teach them what they are and whitherthey are going and what the Lord requires of them I say the harddays of winter are a fit time to turn mens hearts to Christ theirKingthe fittest of all times for a clergyman to get up in hispulpit as I do now and tell his people as I tell you that JesusChrist your King has not forgotten youthat He is coming speedily tojudge the world and execute justice and judgment for the meek of theearthNow do not be in a hurry and fancy from what I have just said thatI am one of those who think the end of the world is at hand It maybe for aught I know Of that day and that hour knoweth no man noteven the angels of God nor the Son but the Father only If youwish for my own opinion I believe that what people commonly call theend of the world that is the end of the earth and of mankind on itis not at hand at all As far as I can judge from Scripture andfrom the history of all nations the earth is yet young and mankindin its infancy Five thousand years hence our descendants may belooking back on us as foolish barbarians in comparison with whatthey know just as we look back upon the ignorance of people athousand years ago And yet I believe that the end of this world inthe real Scripture sense of the word world is coming very quicklyand very trulyThe end of this system of society of these presentways in religion and moneymaking and conducting ourselves in allthe affairs of life which we English people have got into nowadaysThe end of it is coming It cannot last much longer for it isdestroying itself It will not last much longer for Christ and notthe devil is the King of the earth As St Paul said to his peopleso say I to you The night is far spent the day is at handThese may seem strange words but almost every one is saying them inhis own way One large party among religious people in these days iscomplaining that Christ has left His Church and that the cause ofChristianity will be ruined and lost unless some great change takesplace Another large party of religious people say that theprophecies are on the point of being all fulfilled that the 1260days spoken of by the prophet Daniel are just coining to an endand that Christ is coming with His saints to reign openly upon earthfor a thousand years The wisest philosophers and historians of lateyears have been all foretelling a great and tremendous change inEngland and throughout all Europe and in the meantimemanufacturers and landlords tradesmen and farmers artisans andlabourers all say that there MUST be a change and will be a changeI believe they are all right every one of them They put it intheir words I think it better to put it in the Scripture words andsay boldly Jesus Christ the King of the earth is comingBut you will ask What right have you to stand up and say anythingso surprising My friends the world is full of surprising thingsand this age above all ages It was not sixty years ago that anobleman was laughed at in the House of Lords for saying that hebelieved that we should one day see ships go by steam and now thereare steamers on every sea and ocean in the world Who expectedtwenty years ago to see the whole face of England covered with thesewonderful railroads Who expected on the 22nd of February last yearthat within a single

Produced by Dave Gowan dgowanbiofsueduSpecies and VarietiesTheir Origin by MutationLectures delivered at the University of CaliforniaByHugo DeVriesProfessor of Botany in the University of AmsterdamEdited byDaniel Trembly MacDougalDirector Department of Botanical ResearchCarnegie Institution of WashingtonSecond EditionCorrected and RevisedCHICAGOThe Open Court Publishing CompanyLONDONKegan Paul Trench Trubner and Co Ltd1906 COPYRIGHT 1904BYThe Open Court Pub CoCHICAGO THE ORIGIN OF SPECIESThe origin of species is a natural phenomenonLAMARCKThe origin of species is an object of inquiryDARWINThe origin of species is an object of experimental investigationDeVRIES PREFACE BY THE AUTHORTHE purpose of these lectures is to point out the means and methods bywhich the origin of species and varieties may become an object forexperimental inquiry in the interest of agricultural and horticulturalpractice as well as in that of general biologic science Comparativestudies have contributed all the evidence hitherto adduced for thesupport of the Darwinian theory of descent and given us some generalideas about the main lines of the pedigree of the vegetable kingdom butthe way in which one species originates from another has not beenadequately explained The current belief assumes that species are slowlychanged into new types In contradiction to this conception the theoryof mutation assumes that new species and varieties are produced fromexisting forms by sudden leaps The parenttype itself remains unchangedthroughout this process and may repeatedly give birth to new formsThese may arise simultaneously and in groups or separately at more orless widely distant periodsThe principal features of the theory of mutation have been dealt with atlength in my book Die Mutationstheorie Vol I 1901 Vol II 1903Leipsic Veit Co in which I have endeavored to present ascompletely as possible the detailed evidence obtained from trustworthyhistorical records and from my own experimental researches upon whichthe theory is basedThe University of California invited me to deliver a series of lectureson this subject at Berkeley during the vii summer of 1904 and theselectures are offered in this form to a public now thoroughly interestedin the progress of modern ideas on evolution Some of my experiments andpedigreecultures are described here in a manner similar to that used inthe Mutationstheorie but partly abridged and partly elaborated inorder to give a clear conception of their extent and scope Newexperiments and observations have been added and a wider choice of thematerial afforded by the more recent current literature has been made inthe interest of a clear representation of the leading ideas leaving theexact and detailed proofs thereof to the students of the larger bookScientific demonstration is often long and encumbered with difficultpoints of minor importance In these lectures I have tried to devoteattention to the more important phases of the subject and have avoidedthe details of lesser interest to the general readerConsiderable care has been bestowed upon the indication of the lacunaein our knowledge of the subject and the methods by which they may befilled Many interesting observations bearing upon the little knownparts of the subject may be made with limited facilities either in thegarden or upon the wild flora Accuracy and perseverance and a warmlove for Natures children are here the chief requirements in suchinvestigationsIn his admirable treatise on Evolution and Adaptation New YorkMacmillan Co 1903 Thomas Hunt Morgan has dealt in a criticalmanner with many of the speculations upon problems subsidiary to thetheory of descent in so convincing and complete a manner that I thinkmyself justified in neglecting these questions here His book gives anaccurate survey of them all and is easily understood by the generalreaderIn concluding I have to offer my thanks to Dr DT MacDougal and MissAM Vail of the New York Botanical Garden for their painstaking work inthe preparation of the manuscript for the press Dr MacDougal byviii his publications has introduced my results to his Americancolleagues and moreover by his cultures of the mutative species of thegreat eveningprimrose has contributed additional proof of the validityof my views which will go far to obviate the difficulties which arestill in the way of a more universal acceptation of the theory ofmutation My work claims to be in full accord with the principles laiddown by Darwin and to give a thorough and sharp analysis of some of theideas of variability inheritance selection and mutation which werenecessarily vague at his time It is only just to state that Darwinestablished so broad a basis for scientific research upon thesesubjects that after half a century many problems of major interestremain to be taken up The work now demanding our attention ismanifestly that of the experimental observation and control of theorigin of species The principal object of these lectures is to secure amore general appreciation of this kind of workHUGO DE VRIESAmsterdam October 1904ixPREFACE BY THE EDITORPROFESSOR DE VRIES has rendered an additional service to all naturalistsby the preparation of the lectures on mutation published in the presentvolume A perusal of the lectures will show that the subject matter ofDie Mutationstheorie has been presented in a somewhat condensed formand that the time which has elapsed since the original was prepared hasgiven opportunity for the acquisition of additional facts and areexamination of some of the more important conclusions with the resultthat a notable gain has been made in the treatment of some complicatedproblemsIt is hoped that the appearance of this English version of the theory ofmutation will do much to stimulate investigation of the various phasesof the subject This volume however is by no means intended toreplace as a work of reference the larger book with its detailedrecital of facts and its comprehensive records but it may prove asubstitute for the use of the general readerThe revision of the lectures has been a task attended with no littlepleasure especially since it has given the editor the opportunity foran advance consideration of some of the more recent results thusmaterially facilitating investigations which have been in progress atthe New York Botanical Garden for some time So far as the ground hasbeen covered the researches in question corroborate the conclusions ofde Vries in all important particulars The preparation of the manuscriptfor the printer

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamSTORY OF AENEASBYM CLARKEAuthor of Story Of Troy Story Of Caesar1898CONTENTS INTRODUCTION I VERGIL THE PRINCE OP POETS II THE GODS AND GODDESSES I THE WOODEN HORSE II AENEAS LEAVES TROYTHE HARPIESPROPHESY OF HELENUSTHE GIANT POLYPHEMUS III A GREAT STORMARRIVAL IN CARTHAGE IV DIDOS LOVETHE FUNERAL GAMESSHIPS BURNED BY THE WOMEN V THE SIBYL OF CUMAETHE GOLDEN BOUGHIN THE REGIONS OF THE DEAD VI AENEAS ARRIVES IN LATIUMWELCOMED BY KING LATINUS VII ALLIANCE WITH EVANDERVULCAN MAKES ARMS FOR AENEASTHE FAMOUS SHIELDVIII TURNUS ATTACKS THE TROJAN CAMPNISUS AND EURYALUS IX THE COUNCIL OF THE GODSRETURN OF AENEASBATTLE ON THE SHOREDEATH OF PALLAS X FUNERAL OF PALLASAENEAS AND TURNUS FIGHTTURNUS IS SLAINIllustration Map captioned MAP SHOWING THE WANDERINGS OF AENEASextending from 10 degrees to 30 degrees east longitude and centeredon 40 degrees north latitudeINTRODUCTIONI VERGIL THE PRINCE OF LATIN POETSThe story of AEneas as related by the Roman poet Vergil in hiscelebrated poem called the AEneid which we are to tell about inthis book is one of the most interesting of the myths or legends thathave come down to us from ancient authorsVergil lived in the time of the Roman Emperor Augustus 63 B C14A D grandnephew and successor of Julius Caesar Augustus andhis chief counsellor or minister Maecenas gave great encouragementto learning and learned men and under their liberal patronage arose anumber of eminent writers to whose works has been given the name ofclassics as being of the highest rank or _class_ The period is knownas the Augustan Age a phrase also used in reference to periods in thehistory of other countries in which literature reached its highestperfection Thus the reign of Queen Anne 17021714 is called theAugustan age of English literature because of the number of literarymen who flourished in England in that period and the excellence oftheir worksVergil was the greatest of the poets of ancient Rome and with theexception of Homer the greatest of the poets of antiquity From avery early period almost from the age in which he lived he wascalled the Prince of Latin Poets His full name was PubliusVergilius Maro He was born about seventy years before Christin the village of Andes now Pietole near the town of Mantuain the north of Italy His father was the owner of a small estatewhich he farmed himself Though of moderate means he gave his son agood education Young Vergil spent his boyhood at school at Cremonaand Milan He completed his studies at Naples where he read the Greekand Latin authors and acquired a knowledge of mathematics naturalphilosophy and medical science He afterwards returned to Mantua andresided there for a few years enjoying the quiet of country life atthe family homesteadAbout this time the Emperor Augustus was engaged in a war against apowerful party of his own countrymen led by a famous Roman namedBrutus In the year 42 BC he defeated Brutus in a great battlewhich put an end to the war He afterwards rewarded many of his troopsby dividing among them lands in the neighborhood of Mantua and inother parts of Italy dispossessing the owners for having sided withhis enemies Though Vergil had taken no part in the struggle his farmwas allotted to one of the imperial soldiers But this was thebeginning of his greatness Through the friendship of the governor ofMantua he was introduced to Maecenas and afterwards to Augustus whogave orders that his property should be restored to himThus Vergil became known to the first men of Rome He expressed hisgratitude to the emperor in one of a series of poems called Pastoralsor Bucolics words which mean shepherds songs or songs descriptiveof life in the country These poems though among Vergils earliestproductions were highly applauded in Rome They were so much esteemedthat portions of them were recited in the theatre in the authorspresence and the audience were so delighted that they all rose totheir feet an honor which it was customary to pay only to Augustushimself Vergil also wrote a poem called the Georgics the subject ofwhich is agriculture the breeding of cattle and the culture of beesThis is said to be the most perfect in finish of all Latincompositions The AEneid is however regarded as the greatest ofVergils works The writing of it occupied the last eleven years ofthe poets lifeVergil died at Brundisium in south Italy in the fiftyfirst yearof his age He was buried near Naples by the side of the public roada few miles outside that city where what is said to be his tomb isstill to be seen Of his character as a man we are enabled to form anagreeable idea from all that is known about him He was modest gentleand of a remarkable sweetness of disposition Although living in thehighest society while in Rome he never forgot his old friends He wasa dutiful and affectionate son and liberally shared his good fortunewith his aged parentsAs a poet Vergil was not only the greatest that Rome produced butthe most popular His poems particularly the AEneid were thefavorite reading of his countrymen They became a textbook in theRoman schools The little Romans we are told studied the AEneidfrom their masters dictation and wrote compositions upon its heroesAnd not alone in Italy but throughout the world wherever learningextended the AEneid became popular and has retained its popularitydown to our own time being still a textbook in every school whereLatin is taughtThere are many excellent translations of the AEneid into English Inthis book

Produced by David Garcia Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDIllustration THE VOYAGE WAS RESUMEDTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDBY LAWRENCE J LESLIECONTENTSCHAPTERIHOW THE DARE WAS GIVENIIBANDYLEGS IN TROUBLEIIION THE ISLAND WITH THE BAD NAMEIVTHE SUDDEN AWAKENINGVEXPLORING THE ISLANDVIWHAT THE ASHES TOLD MAXVIITHE MYSTERY OF THE CABINVIIIAN UNWELCOME DISCOVERYIXWATCHED FROM THE SHOREXTHE BUILDER OF THE STRANGE CABINXIWHAT HAPPENED ON THE SECOND NIGHTXIIA BOLD PLANXIIIUNSEEN PERILS THAT HOVERED NEARXIVHOW THE SCHEME WORKEDXVUNEXPECTED ALLIESXVITHE LAST CAMP FIRE ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDTHE STRANGE CABIN ON CATAMOUNT ISLANDCHAPTER IHOW THE DARE WAS GIVENAnd so Herb Benson dared you Max you sayThats what he did SteveTo camp on Catamount IslandAnd stay there a full week He said that even if we did have nerveenough to make the _try_ hed give us just one solitary night to hangout thereHuh just because Herb and his old club got scared nearly to death awhile ago by some silly noise they thought was a ghost they reckonevery fellow is built on the same plan dont they MaxI guess thats what they do SteveSo they challenge us to make a camp and stick it out do they Whatdid you tell Herb Oh I hope you just took him up on the spotWell I said Id put it up to the rest of the chums my cousin OwenHastings Toby Jucklin Bandylegs Griffin and yourselfCount me in as ready to accept the dare Why Id start this blessedminute if I had my way MaxI know you would because youre always so quick to flare up Thatswhy they all call you Touchandgo Steve Dowdy But come along andlets get the other fellows We can go down to the boathouse and talk itover anyhowBut tell me first when _can_ we be ready to go Maxsome timetomorrowYou certainly are the most impatient fellow I ever knew replied Maxwith a laugh yes if the other boys are willing I guess we might getoff at noon tomorrow It wouldnt take long to lay in our supplies andyou know weve already got tents cooking things and all that stuff onhandOh shucks leave the grub part of the business to me remarked Steveinstantly Whats the use of having a chum whose daddy is the leadinggrocer in Carson if he cant look after the supplies But Im justtickled nearly to death at the chance of this little cruise up the BigSunflowerI can guess why Max observed as he kept pace with his nervouscompanions quick stridesThe new canoes exclaimed Steve it gives us the chance weve beenwanting to find out how they work in real harness Weve only triedlittle spins in them so far you know Max Gee I hated like everythingto let my motorcycle go but the folks put their foot down hard afterthat second accident to our chum Bandylegs and like the rest of thebunch I had to send it back to the shop for what it was worth It waslike going to the scrapheap with it because I lost so much moneyWell lets hope we can make it up in fun on the water with our boatswas the sensible way the other put it Heres Ordways drug store andwe can use his phone to get the rest of the crowd alongA minute later and inside the booth they were calling for M23 West Itwas not later than eighttwenty in the evening when the two boys metdown in front of the hardware store where a brilliant light burned allnight long so that the evening was young when Max caught the wellknownvoice of Toby Jucklin at the other end of the wireToby stuttered at times fearfully He kept trying to overcome thehabit and the result was that his affliction came and went in spasmsSometimes he could talk as well as any one of his four chums thenagain especially when excited he would have a serious lapse beingcompelled to resort to his old trick of giving a sharp whistle and thenstopping a couple of seconds to get a grasp on himself when he was ableto say what he wanted intelligentlyThat you Max asked Toby who had lived with an old crabbed uncleand been treated harshly despite the fact that his father had leftquite a little fortune for him when of age until Mr Hastings took holdof the case had the court depose Uncle Ambrose and place the boy incharge of a generous gentleman whose name was Mr Jackson with whom henow lived in comfortJust who it is Toby replied the other Say cant you hike down tothe boathouse and meet us thereNow demanded Toby his voice beginning to show signs of wabblingAs soon as you can get there was what Max answeredHey whats on the carpet now tell me Max demanded Toby quicklyKeep cool warned the boy in the booth Steve is here with me in thedrug store Weve got a scheme for a little outing in our canoes andwant to put it up to the rest of the bunch How about coming downTobySssure Ill bbbe there exclaimed the otherThen make a start soon and with that Max rang off because he knewToby would hold him indefinitely if once he got started asking questionsand stuttering at the same timeHe soon had another boy on the wire this time Bandylegs And theresponse was as rapid and favorable in this quarter as it had been withToby From the tone of the inquiries Max made the boys understood theremust be something out of the common on tap and their curiosity wastherefore excited They would have been at the place of meeting eventhough they found it necessary to crawl out of bedroom windows and slidedown the post of the front porch which in neither case was requiredfor both Toby and the other chum had plenty of freedomWhen Owen who being an orphan lived at his cousins house had beenbrought to the phone and asked to join the rest for a seriousconsultation Max shut up shop as he called itLets get a move on ourselves now Steve he remarked as

Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE STORY OF GERM LIFEBY H W CONNPROFESSOR OF BIOLOGY AT WESLEYAN UNIVERSITYAUTHOR OF EVOLUTION OF TODAYTHE LIVING WORLD ETCPREFACESince the first edition of this book was published the popularidea of bacteria to which attention was drawn in the originalpreface has undergone considerable modification Experimentalmedicine has added constantly to the list of diseases caused bybacterial organisms and the general public has been educated toan adequate conception of the importance of the germ as the chiefagency in the transmission of disease with correspondingadvantage to the efficiency of personal and public hygiene At thesame time knowledge of the benign bacteria and the enormous rolethey play in the industries and the arts has become much morewidely diffused Bacteriology is being studied in colleges as oneof the cultural sciences it is being widely adopted as a subjectof instruction in high schools and schools of agriculture andhousehold science turn out each year thousands of graduatesfamiliar with the functions of bacteria in daily life Throughthese agencies the popular misconception of the nature of microorganisms and their relations to man is being gradually displacedby a general appreciation of their manifold services It is notunreasonable to hope that the many thousands of copies of thislittle manual which have been circulated and read have contributedmaterially to that end If its popularity is a safe criterion thebook has amply fulfilled its purpose of placing before the generalreader in a simple and direct style the main facts ofbacteriology Beginning with a discussion of the nature ofbacteria it shows their position in the scale of plant and animallife The middle chapters describe the functions of bacteria inthe arts in the dairy and in agriculture The final chaptersdiscuss the relation of bacteria to disease and the methods bywhich the new and growing science of preventive medicine combatsand counteracts their dangerous powersJULY 1915CONTENTSIBACTERIA AS PLANTSHistoricalForm of bacteriaMultiplication of bacteriaSporeformationMotionInternal structureAnimals or plantsClassificationVariationWhere bacteria are foundIIMISCELLANEOUS USES OF BACTERIA IN THE ARTSMaceration industriesLinenJuteHempSpongesLeatherFermentative industriesVinegarLactic acidButyric acidBacteria in tobacco curingTroublesome fermentationsIIIBACTERIA IN THE DAIRYSources of bacteria in milkEffect of bacteria on milkBacteria used in butter makingBacteria in cheese makingIVBACTERIA IN NATURAL PROCESSESBacteria as scavengersBacteria as agents in Natures foodcycleRelation of bacteria to agricultureSprouting of seedsThe siloThe fertility of the soilBacteria as sources oftrouble to the farmerCoal formationVPARASITIC BACTERIA AND THEIR RELATION TO DISEASEMethod of producing diseasePathogenic germs not strictlyparasiticPathogenic germs that are true parasitesWhatdiseases are due to bacteriaVariability of pathogenic powersSusceptibility of the individualRecovery from bacteriologicaldiseasesDiseases caused by organisms other than bacteriaVIMETHODS OF COMBATING PARASITIC BACTERIAPreventive medicineBacteria in surgeryPrevention byinoculationLimits of preventive medicineCurative medicineDrugsVis medicatrix naturaeAntitoxines and their useConclusionTHE STORY OF GERM LIFECHAPTER IBACTERIA AS PLANTSDuring the last fifteen years the subject of bacteriologyFootnote The term microbe is simply a word which has been coinedto include all of the microscopic plants commonly included underthe terms bacteria and yeasts has developed with a marvellousrapidity At the beginning of the ninth decade of the centurybacteria were scarcely heard of outside of scientific circles andvery little was known about them even among scientists Today theyare almost household words and everyone who reads is beginning torecognise that they have important relations to his everyday lifeThe organisms called bacteria comprise simply a small class of lowplants but this small group has proved to be of such vastimportance in its relation to the world in general that its studyhas little by little crystallized into a science by itself It isa somewhat anomalous fact that a special branch of scienceinteresting such a large number of people should be developedaround a small group of low plants The importance of bacteriologyis not due to any importance bacteria have as plants or as membersof the vegetable kingdom but solely to their powers of producingprofound changes in Nature There is no one family of plants thatbegins to compare with them in importance It is the object ofthis work to point out briefly how much both of good and ill weowe to the life and growth of these microscopic organisms As wehave learned more and more of them during the last fifty years ithas become more and more evident that this one little class ofmicroscopic plants fills a place in Natures processes which insome respects balances that filled by the whole of the greenplants Minute as they are their importance can hardly beoverrated for upon their activities is founded the continued lifeof the animal and vegetable kingdom For good and for ill they areagents of neverceasing and almost unlimited powersHISTORICALThe study of bacteria practically began with the use of themicroscope It was toward the close of the seventeenth centurythat the Dutch microscopist Leeuwenhoek working with his simplelenses first saw the organisms which we now know under this namewith sufficient clearness to describe them Beyond mentioningtheir existence however his observations told little or nothingNor can much more be said of the studies which followed during thenext one hundred and fifty years During this long period many amicroscope was turned to the observation of these minuteorganisms but the majority of observers were contented withsimply seeing them marvelling at their minuteness and utteringmany exclamations of astonishment at the wonders of Nature A fewmen of more strictly scientific natures paid some attention tothese little organisms Among them we should perhaps mention VonGleichen Muller Spallanzani and Needham Each of these as wellas others made some contributions to our knowledge ofmicroscopical life and among other organisms studied those whichwe now call bacteria Speculations were even made at these earlydates of the possible causal connection of these organisms withdiseases and for a little the medical profession was interestedin the suggestion It was impossible then however to obtain anyevidence for the truth of this speculation and it was abandonedas unfounded and even forgotten completely until revived againabout the middle of the 19th century During this century ofwonder a sufficiency of exactness was however introduced intothe study of microscopic organisms to call for the use of namesand we find Muller using the names of Monas Proteus VibrioBacillus and Spirillum names which still continue in usealthough commonly with

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Produced by David Garcia Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamPractical Suggestions for Mother and HousewifeBy MARION MILLS MILLER Litt DEdited by THEODORE WATERSContentsCHAPTER ITHE SINGLE WOMANHer Freedom Culture a desideratum in her choice of work Daughters asassistants of their fathers In law In medicine As scientific farmersPreparation for speaking or writing Steps in the career of ajournalist The editor The Advertising writer The illustratorDesigning book covers PatternsCHAPTER IITHE SINGLE WOMANTeaching Teaching Women in Society Parliamentary law GamesBookreviewing Manuscriptreading for publishers Library workTeaching music and painting Home study of professional houseworkThe unmarried daughter at home The woman in business Her relationto her employer Securing an increase of salary The woman ofindependent means Her civic and social dutiesCHAPTER IIITHE WIFENatures intention in marriage The womans crime in marrying forsupport Her blunder in marrying an inefficient man for loveThe proper union Mutual aid of husband and wife Manipulating a husbandBy deceit By tact Confidence between man and wifeCHAPTER IVTHE HOUSEElement in choice of a home The city apartment Furniture for atemporary home Couches Rugs Bookcases The suburban and countryhouse Economic considerations Buying an old house Building a new oneSupervising the building The womans wishesCHAPTER VTHE HOUSEEssential parts of a house Double use of rooms Utility of piazzasLandscape gardening Water supply Water power Illumination Dangersfrom gas How to read a gasmeter How to test kerosene Care of lampsUse of candles Making the best of the old houseCHAPTER VIFURNITURE AND DECORATIONThe qualities to be sought in furniture Homemade furniture Semimadefurniture Good furniture as an investment Furnishing and decoratingthe hall The staircase The parlor Rugs and carpets Oriental rugsFloors Treatment of hardwood Of other wood How to stain a floorcoveringCHAPTER VIIFURNITURE AND DECORATIONThe carpet square Furniture for the parlor Parlor decoration Thepiano The library Arrangement of books The Den The livingroomThe diningroom Bedrooms How to make a bed The guest chamberWindow shades and blindsCHAPTER VIIITHE MOTHERNursing the child The mothers diet Weaning The nursing bottleMilk for the baby The babys table manners His bath Cleansinghis eyes and nose Relief of colic Care of the diaperCHAPTER IXTHE MOTHERThe school child Breakfast Luncheon Supper Aiding the teacherat home Manual training Utilizing the collecting mania Physicalexercise Intellectual exercise Forming the bath habit TeethingForming the toothbrush habit Shoes for children Dress HatsCHAPTER XCARE OF THE PERSONThe mothers duty toward herselfHer dress Etiquette and good mannersThe Golden Rule Pride in personal appearance The science of beautyculture Manicuring as a home employment Recipes for toiletpreparations Nailbiting Fragile nails White spots Chapped handsCare of the skin Facial massage Recipes for skin lotions Treatmentof facial blemishes and disorders Care of the hair Diseases of thescalp and hair Gray hair Care of eyebrows and eyelashesCHAPTER XIGENERAL PRINCIPLES OF COOKINGThe prevalence of good receipts for all save meat dishes Increasedcost of meat makes these desirable No need to save expense by givingup meat The Government Cook Book Value of the cuts of meatCHAPTER XIIGENERAL PRINCIPLES OF COOKINGTexture and flavor of meat General methods of cooking meat Economiesin use of meatCHAPTER XIIIRECIPES FOR MEAT DISHESTrying out fat Extending the flavor of meat Meat stew Meat dumplingsMeat pies and similar dishes Meat with starchy materials Turkishpilaf Stew from cold roast Meat with beans Haricot of mutton Meatsalads Meat with eggs Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding Corned beefhash with poached eggs Stuffing Mock duck Veal or beef birdsUtilizing the cheaper cuts of meatCHAPTER XIVRECIPES FOR MEAT DISHESProlonged cooking at low heat Stewed shin of beef Boiled beef withhorseradish sauce Stuffed heart Braised beef pot roast and beef a lamode Hungarian goulash Casserole cookery Meat cooked with vinegarSour beef Sour beefsteak Pounded meat Farmer stew Spanish beefsteakChopped meat Savory rolls Developing flavor of meat Retaining naturalflavors Round steak on biscuits Flavor of browned meat or fat Saltpork with milk gravy Saltfish dinner Sauces Mock venisonCHAPTER XVHOUSEHOLD RECIPESVarious recipes arranged alphabeticallyINTRODUCTIONWhat a tribute to the worth of woman are the names by which she isenshrined in common speech What tender associations halo the names of_wife mother sister_ and _daughter_ It must never be forgottenthat the dearest most sacred of these names are in origin connectedwith the dignity of service In early speech the wife or wifeman womanwas the weaver whose care it was to clothe the family as it was thehusbands duty to feed it or to provide the materials of sustenanceThe mother or matron was named from the most tender and sacred of humanfunctions the nursing of the babe the daughter from her original dutyin the pastoral age of milking the cows The lady was socalled from thesocial obligations entailed on the prosperous woman of loafgivingor dispensing charity to the less fortunate As dame madame madonnain the old days of aristocracy she bore equal rank with the lord andmaster and carried down to our better democratic age the copartnershipof civic and family rights and dutiesModern science and invention civic and economic progress the growthof humanitarian ideas and the approach to Christian unity are allcombining to give woman and womans work a central place in the socialorder The vast machinery of government especially in the newactivities of the Agricultural and Labor Departments applied toinvestigations and experiments into the questions of pure foodhousehold economy and employments suited to woman is now directed morethan ever before to the uplifting of American homes and the assistanceof the homemakers These researches are at the call of every housewifeHowever to save her the bewilderment of selection from so many usefulsuggestions and the digesting of voluminous directions the fundamentalprinciples of food and household economy as published by the governmentdepartments are here presented with the permission of the respectiveauthorities together with many other suggestions of utilitariancharacter which may assist the mother and housewife to a greaterfulfillment of her office in the uplift of the homeCHAPTER ITHE SINGLE WOMANHer FreedomCulture a Desideratum in Her Choice of WorkDaughtersas Assistants of Their FathersIn LawIn MedicineAs ScientificFarmersPreparation for Speaking or WritingSteps in the Careerof a JournalistThe EditorThe Advertising WriterTheIllustratorDesigning Book CoversPatterns She keeping green Loves lilies for the one unseen Counselling but her womans

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hat Sheand her brother had been running around the house playing a new gameand Nan was warmYes its fun all right agreed Bert But I liked the deep blue seabetteror even Blueberry Island and off came his hat to cool hisflushed face for though it was late in September the day was warmBut we couldnt stay on the island always went on Nan We have togo to school daddy saysDont speak about it begged Bert I dont want to go to school for along long time and not thenHave we got to go to school asked a little lighthaired and blueeyedgirl as she ran up the steps to sink in a heap at the feet of hersister Nan Bobbsey When do we go she went onOh not right away little fat fairy laughed Nan giving Flossiethe name her father sometimes called her School wont open for twoweeks moreHurray cried Bert The longer it stays closed the better I like itBut come on Nan Lets have some more fun This isnt like BlueberryIsland sitting still on a porchYou havent sat still more than three minutes Bert Bobbsey cried hissister I can hardly get my breath you made me run so fastJust then a little boy who had the same sort of blue eyes and goldenhair that made Flossie such a pretty little girl came tumbling up thesteps with a clatter and a bang falling down at Berts feet The olderboy caught his small brother just in time or there might have been abumped noseHi there Freddie whats the matter asked Bert with a laugh Isour dog Snap chasing you or have you been playing a trick on our catSnoopIIIm aa fireman panted Freddie for he too was out of breathfrom running Im a fireman and IIve got to get the engine Theresa big big fire and his eyes opened wide and roundA big firereally asked Nan quicklyCourse not Hes only making believe replied BertWell I thought maybe he might have seen some boys start a bonfiresomewhere explained Nan They sometimes doI know they do admitted Bert And I hope they dont start one neardaddys lumberyardThere was a fire down in the lumber once exclaimed Freddie He wastoo young to have seen it but he had heard his father and mother talkabout the time Mr Bobbseys lumberyard was nearly burned out FreddieBobbsey was very fond of a toy fire engine he had been given forChristmas and his father often called Freddie a little fireman justas Flossie was named a fairyWell if its only a makebelieve fire we can sit here and cool offwent on Nan What were you doing Flossie she asked her littlesisterOh I was having a race with our cat Snoop but I guess I beat causeSnoop didnt get here to the porch before I didYes you won the race all right laughed Bert But its too hot forany more running games I wish we were back on the island where we foundthat boy Jack Nelson and could play we were sailors and could splashin the waterThat would be fun sighed Nan as she fanned herself harder than everwith her hatThe Bobbsey twins had a few days before returned to their home from avacation spent on a strange island off the coast of Florida They hadgone there with Cousin Jasper Dent to rescue a boy who had been left ina lonely cave and very many strange adventures the Bobbsey twins andtheir father and mother to say nothing of Cousin Jasper had had onthat voyageNow the simple games they tried to get up around the house and thethought of having to go back to school soon made them feel a bitlonesome for the deep blue sea over which they had made a voyage torescue the boy Jack Nelson and also for Blueberry Island where oncethey spent

Transcribed from the 1912 John Murray edition by David Price emailccx074coventryacukTHE GATHERING OF BROTHER HILARIUSPART ITHE SEEDCHAPTER IBLIND EYES IN THE FORESTHilarius stood at the Monastery gate looking away down the smoothwellkept road to the highway beyond It lay quiet and serene inthe June sunshine the white way to the outer world and not even adust cloud on the horizon promised the approach of the train ofsumpter mules laden with meats for the bellies and cloth for thebacks of the good Brethren within The Cellarer lacked wine thedrug stores in the farmery were running low last but not leastthe Precentor had bespoken precious colours rich gold costlyvellum and on these the thoughts of Hilarius tarried with anxiousexpectationOn his left lay the forest home of his longing imaginings TheMonastery wall crept up one side of it and over the top the greattrees peered and beckoned with their tossing feathery branchesTwice had Hilarius walked there attending the Prior as he pacedslowly and silently along the mossy ways under the strongspringing pines and the occasions were stored in his memory withthe glories of St Benedicts Day and Our Ladys Festivals Away tothe right within the great enclosure stretched the Monasterylands fair to the eye with orchard and fruitful field teemingwith glad unhurried labourAt a little elevation overlooking the whole domain rose thePriory buildings topped by the Church crown and heart of theplace signing the sign of the Cross over the daily life and workof the Brethren itself the centre of that life the object of thatwork ever unfinished because love knows not how to make an endTo the monks it was a page in the history of the life of the Orderwritten in stone blazoned with beauty of the worlds treasure apage on which each generation might spell out a word perchance adda line to the greater glory of God and St Benedict They werealways at work on it stretching out eager hands for the rarestuffs and precious stones devout men brought from overseasfinding a place for the best of every ordered craft their shame anuncouth line or graceless arch their glory each completed pinnacleand fretted spire ever restoring enlarging repairingspendthrift of money and time in the service of the House of theLordThe sun shone hot on grey wall and green garth the spirit ofinsistent peace brooded over the place The wheeling white pigeonscircling the cloister walls cried peace the sculptured saints intheir niches over the west door gave the blessing of peace an oldblind monk crossed the garth with the hesitating gait of habitlately acquiredon his face was great peace It restedeverywhere this peace of prayerful service where the clang of theblacksmiths hammer smote the sound of the Office bellHilarius at the gate questioned the road again and again for signof the belated train It was vexatious the Priors lips wouldtake a thinner line for the mules were already some days overdueand it was ill to keep the Prior waiting The soft June wind sweptthe fragrance of Marys lilies across to the lad he turned hisdreamy blue eyes from the highway to the forest The scent of thepinewoods rushed to meet his sudden thought Should he dare hebreak cloister and taste the wondrous delight of an unwalledworld It were a sin a grave sin in a newlymade novicecloisterbred The sweet pungent smell overpowered him the treesbeckoned with their long arms and slender fingers the voice of theforest called and Hilarius answering walked swiftly away withbowed head and beating heart between the sunburnt pinebolesAt last he ventured to stop and look around him his fair hairaflame in the sunlight his eyes full of awe of this arched andpillared city of mystery and wonderIt was very silent Here and there a coney peeped out and fledand a woodpecker toiled with sharp effective stroke Hilariuseyes shone as he lifted his head and caught sight of the sunlitblue between the great greenfringed branches it was as if OurLady trailed her gracious robe across the treetops Then as hebathed his thirsty soul in the great sea of light and shade cooldepths and shifting colours the sense of his wrongdoing slippedfrom him and joy replaced itjoy so great that his heart achedwith it He went on his way singing Lauda Syon his eyesfollowing the pineboles and presently coming out into an openglade halted in amazementA flower incarnate stood before him stoodnay danced in thewind Over the sunny sward two little scarletclad feet chasedeach other in rhythmic maze dainty little brown hands spread thefolds of the deep blue skirt a bodice silverlaced served asstalk on which balanced lightly swaying the flower of flowersitself Hilarius eyes travelled upwards and rested there Cheekslike a sunburnt peach lips a scarlet bow shimmering tenderlaughing grey eyes curtained by long curling lashes soft tendrilsof curly hair blue black in the shadows hiding the low levelbrow A sight for gods but not for monks above all not foruntutored novices such as HilariusHis sin had found him out it was the Devil the lovely lady of StBenedict he drew breath and crossed himself hastily with amurmured Apage SataasThe dancer stopped conscious perhaps of a chill in the windO what a pretty boy she cried gaily Playing truant I darewager Come and danceHilarius crimsoned with shame and horror Woman he said andhis voice trembled somewhat art thou not shamed to deck thyselfin this devils guiseThe dancer bit her lip and stamped her little red shoe angrilyNo more devils guise than thine own she retorted eyeing hissemimonastic garb with scant favour Can a poor maid notpractise her steps in the heart of a forest but a cloisterbredyoungster must cry devils guiseAs she spoke her anger vanished like a summer cloud and she brokeinto peal on peal of joyous laughter Poor lad with thy talk ofdevils hast thou never looked a maid in the eyes beforeShrewdly hit mistress never before has Hilarius

Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE BOY SCOUTS PATROLBY RALPH VICTORILLUSTRATED BYRUDOLF MENCLCHAPTERI A MONKEY TRICKII FINDING MONEYIII TWO AND TWOIV UP THE RIVERV OUT OF THE RIVERVI THE ENEMY MAKES A RAIDVII THE COLONELVIII TALKING IT OVERIX THE PURSUITX LOOKING FOR A CLUEXI FORMING THE PATROLXII ORGANIZEDXIII A CHALLENGEXIV A DEFIANCEXV PEPPER TAKES A MESSAGEXVI WHERE WAS PEPPERXVII THE MESSAGEXVIII IN THE JUDGES OFFICEXIX A NARROW ESCAPEXX A NIGHT ALARMXXI A SURPRISEXXII THE RACEXXIII CONCLUSIONTHE BOY SCOUTS PATROLCHAPTER IA MONKEY TRICKI think began a tall slenderlybuilt lad of sixteen speakingin a somewhat indolent way then suddenly he paused to look downthrough the trees to where the river gleamed belowWhats on your mind now Rand his companion queried a boy ofabout the same age nearly as tall but more stoutly built and aslight in complexion as the other was dark The two were standing atthe top of the road that wound down the side of the mountain fromthe town of Creston which was perched like the nest of some greatbird in a hollow of the PalisadesI think repeated the first speaker pausing againThats right Randolph approved his companion briskly alwaysthink twice before you speak onceI always do Donald Graeme retorted Rand but what I was reallygoing to say when you interrupted me with your irrelevant remarkwasHurrah broke in Donald waving his cap in answer to the hail ofanother boy who was just then seen hurrying down the road towardthem Here comes Pepper in a rush as usualIt was just after dawn of a June morning that the boys wereassembling It was still dark and gloomy for it had rained duringthe night and the storm had not yet passed but the boys havingplanned a fishing trip for this morning were not to be deterred bythe fear of a wet jacketHello fellows panted the newcomer who was smaller and slighterthan either of the others but who made up in activity and energywhat he lacked in size His hair was a glowing red and with itwent a temper so quick that the nickname Pepper that some chumhad given him was most appropriate It is doubtful if any of hiscomrades really knew his Christian name Certainly he was alwaysPepper to every one even at home although he was christenedPhilipI say I was afraid youd be gone when I got hereWell we would have been drawled Randolph only we knew youdbe late and we took our timeNow that isnt fair Rand laughed the other you know Im notalways lateWell maybe not ALWAYS conceded Rand but almost always Whatwas the matter this morningbreakfast lateNow you know I didnt wait for breakfast protested Pepperadding rather reluctantly though I did stop for a bite But evenif I am late Im not last Jack isnt here yet and he left homefirstOh hes out on the trail somewhere I suppose surmised DonaldHes always chasing for news Hell be coming along presentlywith a whole budget I believe he thinks the paper couldnt go onif it werent for himThat reminds me as Dick Wilson says interrupted Rand takinga pamphlet from his pocket and holding it out to his companionsspeaking of trails what do you think of thatWhat is it asked Pepper eying it suspiciously Looks as ifthe cat had been walking on it goodness I hope not I thoughtyou were always hungry but if you are only beginning I foresee afamine ahead of us And to think of all the good food that is wastedon you Pepper went on Donald reflectively Why to look at youany one might think that you never had had enough to eatThat shows how deceiving looks are replied Pepper Though Inever did have enough he added plaintivelyOf course not returned Donald there isnt as much as thatanywhereAs much what asked RandFood grub provisions victuals replied Donald setting offalong the road at a pace that put a stop to any more talkThey had gone perhaps about halfway down the hill toward theboathouse when a big bay horse drawing a light wagon in which werethree boys came quickly around a turn in the road It bore downon them so suddenly that only by a rapid scramble up the bank bythe side of the road did Rand and Donald save themselves from beingbowled overThe newcomers would have driven on with a jeering laugh only thatPepper angry at what obedience neatness and order are Scoutvirtues Endurance selfreliance selfcontrol and an effort tohelp some one else are Scout objectivesAh cut it out protested Pepper As Alphonse says that makesme the ennui It sounds like a boarding school prospectus Tellas what its aboutWell then replied Rand in words adapted to your comprehensionit is about hunting scouting camping tracking and Colonel Snowis interested in the organization He says that it is fineSpeaking of tracking interjected Donald in my opinion it wereno bad plan to be making tracks toward the boathouse if we are goingto get anywhere the day It is getting bright in the east and itlooks like a clear day after all And I may also take occasionto remark that I havent had my breakfast yet and this Boy Scoutbusiness doesnt sound inviting on an empty stomach We can discussit with more comfort when we have had a biteThats the talk approved Pepper That suits me down to theground Im beginning to get hungry myselfBeginning exclaimed Donald MyThat isnt a bad guess laughed Rand It is supposed to representthe track of a bearWhat are you going to do Rand questioned Donald hunt bearsNot at present answered Rand though I should like to wellenough This is a booklet about the Boy ScoutsThe Boy Scouts demanded Pepper whats themShades of Lindley Murray exclaimed Rand do I hear arightWhats them And you a graduate of number one Really Pepper BlakeI dont believe we can let you in on this What do you think aboutit DonI have my doubts about it replied Donald gravelyBut what is it persisted Pepper It sounds good to meThat is better drawled Rand It not only sounds good but itis

This eBook is produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamIllustration His audience was fairly hanging on his wordsTHE ROSE IN THE RINGBy GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEONWITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLORBY A I KELLERCONTENTSBOOK ONEI THE FUGITIVEII IN THE DRESSING TENTIII DAVID ENTERS THE SAWDUST RINGIV A STRANGER APPEARS ON THE SCENEV SOMETHING ABOUT THE BRADDOCKSVI DAVID JENISONS STORYVII THE BROTHERS CRONKVIII AN INVITATION TO SUPPERIX A THIEF IN THE NIGHTX LOVE WINGS A TIMID DARTXI ARTFUL DICK GOES VISITINGXII IN WHICH MANY THINGS HAPPENXIII THE SALEBOOK TWOI THE DAUGHTER OF COLONEL GRANDII THE STRANGER AT THE HALLIII THE MAN WHO SERVED HIS TIMEIV THE DELIVERY OF A TELEGRAMV THE LOVE THAT WAS STAUNCHVI DOORSTEPSVII TOM BRADDOCKS PROMISEVIII COLONEL GRAND AND THE CLONKSIX IN THE LITTLE TRIANGULAR SQUAREX THE BLACK HEADLINESILLUSTRATIONSHis audience was fairly hanging on his words _Frontispiece_It is my money cried DavidHer lips parted in amazement tremulously struggling into a smile ofwonder and unbeliefThis is the one great solitary hour in your lifeBOOK ONECHAPTER ITHE FUGITIVEThe gaunt man led the way At his heels doggedly came the two shortones fagged yet uncomplaining all of them drenched to the skin bythe chill rain that swirled through the Gap down into the nightridden valley below Sky was never so black Days of incessant stormhad left it impenetrably overcastThese men trudgedor stumbledalong the slippery road which skirtedthe mountains base Soggy unseen farm lands and gardens to theirleft Stygian forests above and to their right Ahead the fardistantwillothewisp flicker of many lights blinking in the foggy shroudThree or four miles lay between the sullen travelers and the town thatcradled itself in the lower end of the valleyNight had stolen early upon the dour spring day The tall man who ledcarried a rickety illsmelling lantern that sent its feeble rays nofarther ahead than a dozen paces it served best to reveal the face ofthe huge silver watch which frequently was drawn from its owners coatpocketEight oclockno moreand yet it seemed to these men that they hadplowed forever through the blackness of this evil night through ahundred villainous shadows by unpointed paths Mile after mile theyhad traversed almost impassable roads unwavering persistence incommand of their strength heavy stoicism their burden Few were thewords that had passed between them during all those weary miles Anoccasional oath muffled but impressive fell from the lips of one orthe other of those who followed close behind the silent imperturbableleader The tall man was as silent as the unspeakable night itselfIt was impossible to distinguish the faces of these dogged nightfarers The collars of their coats were turned up their throats weremuffled and the broad rims of their rainsoaked hats were far downover the eyes There was that about them which suggested theunresented pressure of firearms inside the dry breastpockets of longcoatsThis was an evening in the spring of 1875 and these men were forgingtheir way along a treacherous mountain road in Southwestern VirginiaA word in passing may explain the exigency which forced the travelersto the present undertaking The washing away of a bridge ten milesfarther down the valley had put an end to all thought of progress byrail for the night at least Rigid necessity compelled them toproceed in the face of the direst hardships Their mission was onewhich could not be stayed so long as they possessed legs and stouthearts Checked by the misfortune at the bridge there was nothingleft for them but to make the best of the situation they set forth onfoot across the mountain following the short but more arduous routefrom the lower to the upper valley Since three oclock in theafternoon they had been struggling along their way at times by narrowwagon roads not infrequently by trails and foot paths that made foreconomy in distanceThe tall man strode onward with never decreasing strength andconfidence his companions on the contrary were faint and sore andscowling They were not to the mountains born they came from thegentle lowlands by the seafrom broad plantations and pleasantbyways from the tidewater country He was the leader on this uglynight and yet they were the masters they followed but he led attheir bidding They had known him for less than six hours and yetthey put their lives in his hands another sunrise would doubtless seehim pass out of their thoughts forever He served the purpose of asingle night They did not know his namenor he theirs for thatmatter they took him on faith and for what he was worthfivedollarsAre those the lights of the town panted one of the masters a throbof hope in his breast The tall man paused the others came up besidehim He stretched a long arm in the direction of the twinkling lightsfar aheadYas r was all that he saidHow far demanded the other laboriouslyBout foh mileRoad get any betterYas rCan we make it by nine thinkYas rWed better be moving along Its halfpast seven nowYas rOnce more they set forward descending the slope into the lesshazardous road that wound its way into the town of S then asnow a thriving place in the uplands The ending of a deadly war notmore than ten years prior to the opening of this tale had left thispart of fair Virginia gasping for breath yet too proud to cry forhelp Virginia the richest and fairest and proudest of all theseceding states was but now finding her first moments of real hopeand relief Her fortunes had gone for the cause her hopes had sunkwith itBoth were now rising together from the slough into which they had beendriven by the ruthless Juggernaut of Conquest The panic of 73 meantlittle to the people of this fair commonwealth they had so littlethen to lose and they had lost so much The town of S towardwhich these weary travelers turned their steps was stretching out itshands to clasp Opportunity and Prosperity as those fickle commoditiesrebounded from the vainglorious North the smile was creeping backinto the haggard face of the Southland the dollars were jingling nowbecause they were no longer lonely The

This eBook was created by Charles Aldarondo pgaldarondonetTHE RECREATIONS OF A COUNTRY PARSONSECOND SERIESA K H BOYDBOSTON1862CONTENTSCHAPTER I CONCERNING THE PARSONS CHOICECHAPTER II CONCERNING DISAPPOINTMENT AND SUCCESSCHAPTER III CONCERNING SCYLLA AND CHARYBDISCHAPTER IV CONCERNING CHURCHYARDSCHAPTER V CONCERNING SUMMER DAYSCHAPTER VI CONCERNING SCREWSCHAPTER VII CONCERNING SOLITARY DAYSCHAPTER VIII CONCERNING GLASGOW DOWN THE WATERCHAPTER IX CONCERNING MAN AND HIS DWELLINGPLACECHAPTER X LIFE AT THE WATERCURECHAPTER XI CONCERNING FRIENDS IN COUNCILCHAPTER XII CONCERNING THE PULPIT IN SCOTLANDCHAPTER XIII CONCERNING FUTURE TEARSCHAPTER XIV CONCLUSIONCHAPTER ICONCERNING THE PARSONS CHOICE BETWEEN TOWN AND COUNTRYOne very happy circumstance in a clergymans lot is that he issaved from painful perplexity as regards his choice of the scenein which he is to spend his days and years I am sorry for theman who returns from Australia with a large fortune and with nofurther end in life than to settle down somewhere and enjoy itFor in most cases he has no special tie to any particular placeand he must feel very much perplexed where to go Should any personwho may read this page cherish the purpose of leaving me a hundredthousand pounds to invest in a pretty little estate I beg thathe will at once abandon such a design He would be doing me nokindness I should be entirely bewildered in trying to make up mymind where I should purchase the property I should be rent asunderby conflicting visions of rich English landscape and heathery Scottishhills of seaside breezes and inland meadows of horsechestnutavenues and dark stern pinewoods And after the estate had beenbought I should always be looking back and thinking I might havedone better So on the whole I would prefer that my reader shouldhimself buy the estate and bequeath it to me and then I couldsoon persuade myself that it was the prettiest estate and thepleasantest neighbourhood in BritainNow as a general rule the Great Disposer says to the parson Hereis your home here lies your work through life go and reconcileyour mind to it and do your best in it No doubt there are men inthe Church whose genius popularity influence or luck is suchthat they have a bewildering variety of livings pressed upon thembut it is not so with ordinary folk and certainly it was not sowith me I went where Providence bade me go which was not whereI had wished to go and not where I had thought to go Many whoknow me through the pages which make this and a preceding volumehave said written and printed that I was specially cut out fora country parson and specially adapted to relish a quiet countrylife Not more believe me reader than yourself It is in everyman who sets himself to it to attain the selfsame characteristicsIt is quite true I have these now but a few years since neverwas mortal less like them No cockney set down near Sydney Smithat FostonleClay no fish suddenly withdrawn from its nativestream could feel more strange and cheerless than did I when Iwent to my beautiful country parish where I have spent such happydays and which I have come to love so muchI have said that the parson is for the most part saved the labourof determining where he shall pitch his tent his place and hispath in life are marked out for him But he has his own specialperplexity and labour quite different from those of the man towhom the hundred thousand pounds to invest in land are bequeathedstill as some perhaps would think no less hard His work is toreconcile his mind to the place where God has set him Every mortalmust in many respects face one of these two trials There is allthe world before you where to choose and then the struggle tomake a decided choice with which you shall on reflection remainentirely satisfied Or there is no choice at all the Hand abovegives you your place and your work and then there is the struggleheartily and cheerfully to acquiesce in the decree as to which youwere not consultedAnd this is not always an easy thing though I am sure that theman who honestly and Christianly tries to do it will never fail tosucceed at last How curiously people are set down in the Churchand indeed in all other callings whatsoever You find men in thelast places they would have chosen in the last places for whichyou would say they are suited You pass a pretty country churchwith its parsonage hardby embosomed in trees and bright withroses Perhaps the parson of that church had set his heart on anentirely different kind of charge perhaps he is a disappointedman eager to get away and the very worst possible policy tryingfor every vacancy of which he can hear You think as you pass byand sit down on the churchyard wall how happy you could be in soquiet and sweet a spot well if you are willing to do a thingit is pleasant but if you are struggling with a chain you cannotbreak it is miserable The pleasantest thing becomes painfulif it is felt as a restraint What can be cosier than the warmenvironment of sheet and blanket which encircles you in your snugbed Yet if you awake during the night at some alarm of peril andby a sudden effort try at once to shake yourself clear of thesetrammels you will for the halfminute before you succeed feelthat soft restraint as irksome as iron fetters Let your will leadwhither necessity would drive said Locke and you will alwayspreserve your liberty No doubt it is wise advice but how to doall thatWell it can be done but it costs an effort Great part of thework of the civilized and educated man consists of that which thesavage and even the uneducated man would not regard as work atall The things which cost the greatest effort may be done perhapsas you sit in an easy chair with your eyes shut And such an effortis that of making up our mind to many things both in our own lotand in

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTRY AND TRUSTOr Abner Holdens Bound BoyBYHORATIO ALGER JRAUTHOR OF PAUL THE PEDDLER FROM FARM BOY TOSENATOR SLOW AND SURE ETCTHE MERSHON COMPANYRAHWAY NJ NEW YORKTO MY YOUNG FRIENDA FLORIAN HENRIQUESBOISIETHIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATEDCONTENTSI AROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLEII INTRODUCING THE HEROIII A COLLISIONIV A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISEV THE ENVELOPEVI ON THE WAYVII A NEW HOMEVIII THE GHOST IN THE ATTICIX EXPOSING A FRAUDX THE CLOUDS GATHERXI A CRISISXII RALPH THE RANGERXIII A MOMENT OF PERILXIV TAKEN PRISONERXV A FOURFOOTED FOEXVI JUST TOO LATEXVII NEW ACQUAINTANCESXVIII A YOUNG ARISTOCRATXIX A SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERXX FACING A BURGLARXXI HERBERTS REWARDXXII ROBBED IN THE NIGHTXXIII A BUSINESS CALLXXIV FINDING A BOARDING PLACEXXV GETTING A SITUATIONXXVI A FAMILY COUNCILXXVII AT THE CONCERTXXVIII PETER GREENLEAF AGAINXXIX SPARRINGXXX AN UNEXPECTED BLOWXXXI MR STANTON IS SURPRISEDXXXII RISEN FROM THE DEADXXXIII A FRIEND IN NEEDXXXIV CONCLUSIONCHAPTER IAROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLEWell wife said Mr Benjamin Stanton as he sat down to a latebreakfast I had a letter from Ohio yesterdayFrom Ohio Who should write you from Ohio Anyone I knowMy sister Margaret you remember moved out there with her husband tenyears agoOh its from her is it said Mrs Stanton indifferentlyNo said her husband with momentary gravity Its from a Dr Kentwho attended her in her last illness Margaret is deadDear me returned Mrs Stanton uncomfortably and I am just out ofmourning for my aunt Do you think it will be necessary for us to gointo mourning for your sisterNo I think not said her husband Margaret has lived away from us solong and people wont know that we have had a death in the familyunless we mention itWas that all the letter saidabout the death I meanWhy no said Mr Stanton with a little frown It seems Margaretleft a childa boy of fourteen and as she left no property thedoctor suggests that I should send for the boy and assume the care ofhimUpon my word said Mrs Stanton you will find yourself in businessif you undertake to provide for all the beggars brats that apply to youfor assistanceYou must remember that you are speaking of my sisters child said MrStanton who cold and selfish and worldly as he was had some touch ofdecency about him and did not relish the term beggars brats asapplied to one so nearly related to himWell call him what you like said his wife only dont be so foolishas to go spending your money on him when our children need all we haveTheres Maria needs a new dress immediately She says all the girls atSignor Madalinis dancing academy dress elegantly and shes positivelyashamed to appear in any of her present dressesHow much will it cost asked Mr Stanton opening his pocketbookYou may hand me seventyfive dollars I think I can make that doWithout a word of remonstrance the money was placed in her handI want some money too said Tom Stanton who had just disposed of avery hearty mealWhat do you want it for TomOh some of the fellows are getting up a club Its going to be aselect affair and of course each of us has got to contribute somemoney You see we are going to hire a room furnish it nicely with acarpet black walnut furniture and so on and thatll cost somethingWhose idea is itWell Sam Paget was the first boy that mentioned itWhose son is heHis father belongs to the firm of Paget Norwood Co Hes awfulrichYes it is one of our first families said Mr Stanton withsatisfaction Is he a friend of yours TomOh yes we are quit intimateThats right said his father approvingly I am glad you choose yourfriends so well Thats one of the principal reasons I have for sendingyou to an expensive school to get you well launched into good societyYes father I understand said Tom You wont find me associatingwith common boys I hold my head a little too high for that I can tellyouThats right my boy said Mr Stanton with satisfaction And nowhow much money do you want for this club of yoursWell said Tom hesitatingly thirty or forty dollarsIsnt that considerable said his father surprised at the amountWell you see father I want to contribute as much as any of the boysIt would seem mean if I didnt Theres only a few of us to stand theexpense and we dont want to let in any out of our own setThats true said Mr Stanton I approve of that Its all very wellto talk about democracy but I believe in those of the higher orderskeeping by themselvesThen youll give the money father said Tom eagerlyYes Tom theres forty dollars Its more than I ought to spare but Iam determined you shall stand as good a chance as any of your schoolfellows They shant be able to say that your father stints you inanything that your position requiresThank you father said Tom pocketing the two twentydollar billswith great satisfactionThe fact was that Toms assessment amounted to only twenty dollars buthe thought it would be a good excuse for getting more out of his fatherAs to the extra money Tom felt confident that he could find uses enoughfor it He had latterly though but fourteen years of age contractedthe habit of smoking cigars a habit which he found rather expensiveespecially as he felt bound occasionally to treat his companions Thenhe liked now and then to drop in and get an icecream or someconfectionery and these little expenses counted upMr Stanton was a vain worldly man He was anxious to obtain anentrance into the best society For this

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamCircus Animal StoriesUMBOO THE ELEPHANTByHOWARD R GARISAuthor ofThe Bedtime StoriesThe Uncle Wiggily SeriesThe Daddy SeriesEtcCONTENTSChapterI Baby UmbooII On The MarchIII Sliding Down HillIV Umboo Learns SomethingV Picking NutsVI Umboo Is LostVII Umboo And The SnakeVIII Umboo Finds His MotherIX To The Salt SpringX In A TrapXI Umboo Goes To SchoolXII Umboo Is SoldXIII Umboo On The ShipXIV Umboo In The CircusXV Umboo RemembersCHAPTER IBABY UMBOOOh my But its hot It is just too hot for anything cried Chakoone of the monkeys in the circus cage It is hotter under this tentthan ever it was in the jungle Whew and he hung by his tail andswung to and fro from a wooden barIn the jungle we could find a pool of water where we could keepcool said another monkey who was poking around the floor of thecage hoping he could find a peanut But there were only shells Iwish I could go back to the jungle he chatteredWhat did you come away from the jungle for if you dont like it inthis circus asked WooUff the big yellow lion who lay on his backin his cage his legs stuck up in the air for he was cooler that wayWhy did you come from the jungle ChakoI didnt want to come answered the swinging monkey But some whiteand black hunters caught me and a lot more of us chattering chapsand took us away from the jungleThats right my boy exclaimed the deep rumbly voice of Umboo thebiggest elephant in the circus None of us animals would have comeaway from the jungle if we could have had our way But now that weare here we must make the best of itHow can one make the best of it when it is so hot asked Chako Thesun shines down on this circus tent hotter than ever it did in thejungle And there is no pool of water where we can splash and becoolOh if water is all you want I can give you some of that spokeUmboo Wait a minuteNear the elephants of whom Umboo was one on a long line chained tostakes driven in the ground was a big tub of water put there forthem to drink when they wanted to Umboo put his long rubbery hose ofa trunk down into this tub of water and sucked up a lot just as youfill your rubber ball at the bathroom basinLook out now monkeys cried the elephant Its going to rain andhe sort of laughed away down in his throat He couldnt laugh throughhis nose as his nose was his trunk and that was full of water Lookout for a shower he criedWith that the elephant wentWoofumphOut from his trunk as if from a hose sprinkled a shower of waterOver the cage of monkeys it sprayed wetting them as might a fall ofrainHere comes some more cried Umboo and again he dipped his trunk inthe tub of water sucked up some in the two hollow places and againsquirted it over the monkeys cageOh thats good Thats fine cried Chako That was like being in ajungle rain Im cooler now Squirt some more UmbooNo hold on if you please rumbled another elephant It is allright for Umboo to splatter some water on you poor monkeys but if hequirts away all in the tub we will have none to drinkThats so said Umboo I cant squirt away all the water Chako Webig elephants have to drink a lot more than you little monkeys Butwhen the circus men fill our tub again Ill squirt some more on youThank you chattered Chako I feel cooler anyhow And we monkeyscant stand too much water This felt fineThe monkeys in the cage were quite damp and some began combing outtheir long hair with their queer little fingers that look almost likeyours except that their thumb isnt quite the sameIf Umboo cant squirt any more water on us maybe he can do somethingelse to help us forget that it is so hot said Gink a funny littlemonkey who had a very long tailWhat can he do except squirt water on us asked Chako And I wishhed do that again Its the only thing to make us coolerNo I wasnt thinking of that though I do like a little waterspoke Gink But dont you remember Umboo you promised to tell us astory of how you lived in a jungle when you were a baby elephantOh yes so he did exclaimed Chako I had forgotten about that Itwill make us cooler I think to hear you tell a story Umboo PleasedoWell all right I will said the big elephant as he swung to andfro because elephants are very seldom still but always moving asthey stand And they sleep standing updid you know thatIll tell you a story about my jungle went on Umboo But perhapsyou will not like it as well as you did the story Snarlie the tigertold youOh yes we will said Snarlie himself a big handsome striped tigerin a cage not far from where the monkeys lived You can tell us agood story UmbooAnd make it as long as the story WooUff the lion told us beggedHumpo the camel I liked his storyThank you spoke WooUff as he rolled over near the edge of hiscage where he could hear better Im glad you liked my story Humpobut Im sure Umboos will be better than mine And dont forget thefunny part my big elephant friendWhat funny part is that asked Horni the rhinocerosOh I guess he means where I once filled my trunk with water andsquirted some on a man as I did on the monkeys just now said theswaying elephantWhy did you do that Chako wanted to knowWell Ill tell

Transcribed from the 1910 A C Fifield edition by David Price emailccx074coventryacukUNCONSCIOUS MEMORYAs this paper contains nothing which deserves the name either ofexperiment or discovery and as it is in fact destitute of everyspecies of merit we should have allowed it to pass among themultitude of those articles which must always find their way into thecollections of a society which is pledged to publish two or threevolumes every year We wish to raise our feeble voice againstinnovations that can have no other effect than to check the progressof science and renew all those wild phantoms of the imaginationwhich Bacon and Newton put to flight from her templeOpeningParagraph of a Review of Dr Youngs Bakerian Lecture EdinburghReview January 1803 p 450Youngs work was laid before the Royal society and was made the1801 Bakerian Lecture But he was before his time The secondnumber of the Edinburgh Review contained an article levelled againsthim by Henry afterwards Lord Brougham and this was so severe anattack that Youngs ideas were absolutely quenched for fifteen yearsBrougham was then only twentyfour years of age Youngs theory wasreproduced in France by Fresnel In our days it is the acceptedtheory and is found to explain all the phenomena of lightTimesReport of a Lecture by Professor Tyndall on Light April 27 1880This BookIs inscribed toRICHARD GARNETT ESQOf the British MuseumIn grateful acknowledgment of the unwearying kindness with which hehas so often placed at my disposal his varied store of informationContents Note by R A Streatfeild Introduction by Marcus Hartog Authors Preface Unconscious MemoryNOTEFor many years a link in the chain of Samuel Butlers biologicalworks has been missing Unconscious Memory was originallypublished thirty years ago but for fully half that period it hasbeen out of print owing to the destruction of a large number of theunbound sheets in a fire at the premises of the printers some yearsago The present reprint comes I think at a peculiarly fortunatemoment since the attention of the general public has of late beendrawn to Butlers biological theories in a marked manner by severaldistinguished men of science notably by Dr Francis Darwin who inhis presidential address to the British Association in 1908 quotedfrom the translation of Herings address on Memory as a UniversalFunction of Original Matter which Butler incorporated intoUnconscious Memory and spoke in the highest terms of Butlerhimself It is not necessary for me to do more than refer to thechanged attitude of scientific authorities with regard to Butler andhis theories since Professor Marcus Hartog has most kindly consentedto contribute an introduction to the present edition of UnconsciousMemory summarising Butlers views upon biology and defining hisposition in the world of science A word must be said as to thecontroversy between Butler and Darwin with which Chapter IV isconcerned I have been told that in reissuing the book at all I amcommitting a grievous error of taste that the world is no longerinterested in these old unhappy faroff things and battles longago and that Butler himself by refraining from republishingUnconscious Memory tacitly admitted that he wished the controversyto be consigned to oblivion This last suggestion at any rate hasno foundation in fact Butler desired nothing less than that hisvindication of himself against what he considered unfair treatmentshould be forgotten He would have republished Unconscious Memoryhimself had not the latter years of his life been devoted to allengrossing work in other fields In issuing the present edition I amfulfilling a wish that he expressed to me shortly before his deathR A STREATFEILDApril 1910INTRODUCTION By Marcus Hartog MA DSc FLS FRHSIn reviewing Samuel Butlers works Unconscious Memory gives us aninvaluable lead for it tells us Chaps II III how the author cameto write the Book of the Machines in Erewhon 1872 with itsforeshadowing of the later theory Life and Habit 1878Evolution Old and New 1879 as well as Unconscious Memory1880 itself His fourth book on biological theory was Luck orCunning 1887 0aBesides these books his contributions to biology comprise severalessays Remarks on Romanes Mental Evolution in Animals containedin Selections from Previous Works 1884 incorporated into Luckor Cunning The Deadlock in Darwinism Universal Review AprilJune 1890 republished in the posthumous volume of Essays on LifeArt and Science 1904 and finally some of the Extracts fromthe Notebooks of the late Samuel Butler edited by Mr H FestingJones now in course of publication in the New Quarterly ReviewOf all these LIFE AND HABIT 1878 is the most important the mainbuilding to which the other writings are buttresses or at mostannexes Its teaching has been summarised in Unconscious Memory infour main principles 1 the oneness of personality between parentand offspring 2 memory on the part of the offspring of certainactions which it did when in the persons of its forefathers 3 thelatency of that memory until it is rekindled by a recurrence of theassociated ideas 4 the unconsciousness with which habitual actionscome to be performed To these we must add a fifth thepurposiveness of the actions of living beings as of the machineswhich they make or selectButler tells Life and Habit p 33 that he sometimes hoped thatthis book would be regarded as a valuable adjunct to Darwinism Hewas bitterly disappointed in the event for the book as a whole wasreceived by professional biologists as a gigantic jokea jokemoreover not in the best possible taste True its central ideaslargely those of Lamarck had been presented by Hering in 1870 asButler found shortly after his publication they had been favourablyreceived developed by Haeckel expounded and praised by RayLankester Coming from Butler they met with contumely even fromsuch men as Romanes who as Butler had no difficulty in provingwere unconsciously inspired by the same ideasNur mit ein bischenandern WorterIt is easy looking back to see why Life and Habit so missed itsmark Charles Darwins presentation of the evolution theory had forthe first time rendered it possible for

Produced by Sue Asscher asschersbigpondcomTHE EVOLUTION OF MANA POPULAR SCIENTIFIC STUDYBYERNST HAECKELVOLUME 2HUMAN STEMHISTORY OR PHYLOGENYTRANSLATED FROM THE FIFTH ENLARGED EDITION BY JOSEPH MCCABEISSUED FOR THE RATIONALIST PRESS ASSOCIATION LIMITEDWATTS CO17 JOHNSONS COURT FLEET STREET LONDON EC1911CONTENTS OF VOLUME 2LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSINDEXCHAPTER 216 STRUCTURE OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTCHAPTER 217 EMBRYOLOGY OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTCHAPTER 218 DURATION OF THE HISTORY OF OUR STEMCHAPTER 219 OUR PROTIST ANCESTORSCHAPTER 220 OUR WORMLIKE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 221 OUR FISHLIKE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 222 OUR FIVETOED ANCESTORSCHAPTER 223 OUR APE ANCESTORSCHAPTER 224 EVOLUTION OF THE NERVOUS SYSTEMCHAPTER 225 EVOLUTION OF THE SENSEORGANSCHAPTER 226 EVOLUTION OF THE ORGANS OF MOVEMENTCHAPTER 227 EVOLUTION OF THE ALIMENTARY SYSTEMCHAPTER 228 EVOLUTION OF THE VASCULAR SYSTEMCHAPTER 229 EVOLUTION OF THE SEXUAL ORGANSCHAPTER 230 RESULTS OF ANTHROPOGENYLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSFIGURE 2210 THE LANCELETFIGURE 2211 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF THE LANCELETFIGURE 2212 SECTION OF AN AMPHIOXUSLARVAFIGURE 2213 DIAGRAM OF PRECEDINGFIGURE 2214 SECTION OF A YOUNG AMPHIOXUSFIGURE 2215 DIAGRAM OF A YOUNG AMPHIOXUSFIGURE 2216 TRANSVERSE SECTION OF LANCELETFIGURE 2217 SECTION THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE LANCELETFIGURE 2218 SECTION OF A PRIMITIVEFISH EMBRYOFIGURE 2219 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF THE LANCELETFIGURES 2220 AND 2221 ORGANISATION OF AN ASCIDIAFIGURES 2222 TO 2224 SECTIONS OF YOUNG AMPHIOXUSLARVAEFIGURE 2225 AN APPENDICARIAFIGURE 2226 Chroococcus minorFIGURE 2227 Aphanocapsa primordialisFIGURE 2228 PROTAMOEBAFIGURE 2229 ORIGINAL OVUMCLEAVAGEFIGURE 2230 MORULAFIGURES 2231 AND 2232 Magosphaera planulaFIGURE 2233 MODERN GASTRAEADSFIGURES 2234 AND 2235 Prophysema primordialeFIGURES 2236 AND 2237 Ascula of GastrophysemaFIGURE 2238 OlynthusFIGURE 2239 Aphanostomum LangiiFIGURES 2240 AND 2241 A TURBELLARIANFIGURES 2242 AND 2243 ChaetonotusFIGURE 2244 A NEMERTINE WORMFIGURE 2245 AN ENTEROPNEUSTFIGURE 2246 SECTION OF THE BRANCHIAL GUTFIGURE 2247 THE MARINE LAMPREYFIGURE 2248 FOSSIL PRIMITIVE FISHFIGURE 2249 EMBRYO OF A SHARKFIGURE 2250 MANEATING SHARKFIGURE 2251 FOSSIL ANGELSHARKFIGURE 2252 TOOTH OF A GIGANTIC SHARKFIGURES 2253 TO 2255 CROSSOPTERYGIIFIGURE 2256 FOSSIL DIPNEUSTFIGURE 2257 THE AUSTRALIAN DIPNEUSTFIGURES 2258 AND 2259 YOUNG CERATODUSFIGURE 2260 FOSSIL AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2261 LARVA OF THE SPOTTED SALAMANDERFIGURE 2262 LARVA OF COMMON FROGFIGURE 2263 FOSSIL MAILED AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2264 THE NEW ZEALAND LIZARDFIGURE 2265 Homoeosaurus pulchellusFIGURE 2266 SKULL OF A PERMIAN LIZARDFIGURE 2267 SKULL OF A THEROMORPHUMFIGURE 2268 LOWER JAW OF A PRIMITIVE MAMMALFIGURES 2269 AND 2270 THE ORNITHORHYNCUSFIGURE 2271 LOWER JAW OF A PROMAMMALFIGURE 2272 THE CRABEATING OPOSSUMFIGURE 2273 FOETAL MEMBRANES OF THE HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2274 SKULL OF A FOSSIL LEMURFIGURE 2275 THE SLENDER LORIFIGURE 2276 THE WHITENOSED APEFIGURE 2277 THE DRILLBABOONFIGURES 2278 TO 2282 SKELETONS OF MAN AND THE ANTHROPOID APESFIGURE 2283 SKULL OF THE JAVA APEMANFIGURE 2284 SECTION OF THE HUMAN SKINFIGURE 2285 EPIDERMIC CELLSFIGURE 2286 RUDIMENTARY LACHRYMAL GLANDSFIGURE 2287 THE FEMALE BREASTFIGURE 2288 MAMMARY GLAND OF A NEWBORN INFANTFIGURE 2289 EMBRYO OF A BEARFIGURE 2290 HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2291 CENTRAL MARROW OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2292 AND 2293 THE HUMAN BRAINFIGURES 2294 TO 2296 CENTRAL MARROW OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2297 HEAD OF A CHICK EMBRYOFIGURE 2298 BRAIN OF THREE CRANIOTE EMBRYOSFIGURE 2299 BRAIN OF A SHARKFIGURE 2300 BRAIN AND SPINAL CORD OF A FROGFIGURE 2301 BRAIN OF AN OXEMBRYOFIGURES 2302 AND 2303 BRAIN OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2304 BRAIN OF THE RABBITFIGURE 2305 HEAD OF A SHARKFIGURES 2306 TO 2310 HEADS OF CHICKEMBRYOSFIGURE 2311 SECTION OF MOUTH OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2312 DIAGRAM OF MOUTHNOSE CAVITYFIGURES 2313 AND 2314 HEADS OF HUMAN EMBRYOSFIGURES 2315 AND 2316 FACE OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2317 THE HUMAN EYEFIGURE 2318 EYE OF THE CHICK EMBRYOFIGURE 2319 SECTION OF EYE OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2320 THE HUMAN EARFIGURE 2321 THE BONY LABYRINTHFIGURE 2322 DEVELOPMENT OF THE LABYRINTHFIGURE 2323 PRIMITIVE SKULL OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2324 RUDIMENTARY MUSCLES OF THE EARFIGURES 2325 AND 2326 THE HUMAN SKELETONFIGURE 2327 THE HUMAN VERTEBRAL COLUMNFIGURE 2328 PIECE OF THE DORSAL CORDFIGURES 2329 AND 2330 DORSAL VERTEBRAEFIGURE 2331 INTERVERTEBRAL DISKFIGURE 2332 HUMAN SKULLFIGURE 2333 SKULL OF NEWBORN CHILDFIGURE 2334 HEADSKELETON OF A PRIMITIVE FISHFIGURE 2335 SKULLS OF NINE PRIMATESFIGURES 2336 TO 2338 EVOLUTION OF THE FINFIGURE 2339 SKELETON OF THE FORELEG OF AN AMPHIBIANFIGURE 2340 SKELETON OF GORILLAS HANDFIGURE 2341 SKELETON OF HUMAN HANDFIGURE 2342 SKELETON OF HAND OF SIX MAMMALSFIGURES 2343 TO 2345 ARM AND HAND OF THREE ANTHROPOIDSFIGURE 2346 SECTION OF FISHS TAILFIGURE 2347 HUMAN SKELETONFIGURE 2348 SKELETON OF THE GIANT GORILLAFIGURE 2349 THE HUMAN STOMACHFIGURE 2350 SECTION OF THE HEAD OF A RABBITEMBRYOFIGURE 2351 SHARKS TEETHFIGURE 2352 GUT OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2353 AND 2354 GUT OF A DOG EMBRYOFIGURES 2355 AND 2356 SECTIONS OF HEAD OF LAMPREYFIGURE 2357 VISCERA OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2358 RED BLOODCELLSFIGURE 2359 VASCULAR TISSUEFIGURE 2360 SECTION OF TRUNK OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2361 MEROCYTESFIGURE 2362 VASCULAR SYSTEM OF AN ANNELIDFIGURE 2363 HEAD OF A FISHEMBRYOFIGURES 2364 TO 2370 THE FIVE ARTERIAL ARCHESFIGURES 2371 AND 2372 HEART OF A RABBITEMBRYOFIGURES 2373 AND 2374 HEART OF A DOGEMBRYOFIGURES 2375 TO 2377 HEART OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2378 HEART OF ADULT MANFIGURE 2379 SECTION OF HEAD OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2380 SECTION OF A HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2381 AND 2382 SECTIONS OF A CHICKEMBRYOFIGURE 2383 EMBRYOS OF SAGITTAFIGURE 2384 KIDNEYS OF BDELLOSTOMAFIGURE 2385 SECTION OF EMBRYONIC SHIELDFIGURES 2386 AND 2387 PRIMITIVE KIDNEYSFIGURE 2388 PIGEMBRYOFIGURE 2389 HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2390 TO 2392 RUDIMENTARY KIDNEYS AND SEXUAL ORGANSFIGURES 2393 AND 2394 URINARY AND SEXUAL ORGANS OF SALAMANDERFIGURE 2395 PRIMITIVE KIDNEYS OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURES 2396 TO 2398 URINARY ORGANS OF OXEMBRYOSFIGURE 2399 SEXUAL ORGANS OF WATERMOLEFIGURES 2400 AND 2401 ORIGINAL POSITION OF SEXUAL GLANDSFIGURE 2402 UROGENITAL SYSTEM OF HUMAN EMBRYOFIGURE 2403 SECTION OF OVARYFIGURES 2404 TO 2406 GRAAFIAN FOLLICLESFIGURE 2407 A RIPE GRAAFIAN FOLLICLEFIGURE 2408 THE HUMAN OVUMCHAPTER 216 STRUCTURE OF THE LANCELET AND THE SEASQUIRTIn turning from the embryology to the phylogeny of manfrom thedevelopment of the individual to that of the specieswe must bear inmind the direct causal connection that exists between these two mainbranches of the science of human evolution This important causalnexus finds its simplest expression in the fundamental law of organicdevelopment the content and purport of which we have fullyconsidered in the first chapter According to this biogenetic lawontogeny is a brief and condensed recapitulation of phylogeny If thiscompendious reproduction were complete in all cases it would be veryeasy to construct the whole story of evolution on an embryonic basisWhen we

Transcribed by David Price email ccx074coventryacukTWENTYFIVE VILLAGE SERMONSSERMON I GODS WORLDPSALM civ 24O Lord how manifold are Thy works in wisdom hast Thou made themall the earth is full of Thy richesWhen we read such psalms as the one from which this verse is takenwe cannot help if we consider feeling at once a great differencebetween them and any hymns or religious poetry which is commonlywritten or read in these days The hymns which are most liked nowand the psalms which people most willingly choose out of the Bibleare those which speak or seem to speak about Gods dealings withpeoples own souls while such psalms as this are overlookedPeople do not care really about psalms of this kind when they findthem in the Bible and they do not expect or wish nowadays any oneto write poetry like them For these psalms of which I speak praiseand honour God not for what He has done to our souls but for whatHe has done and is doing in the world around us This very 104thpsalm for instance speaks entirely about things which we hardlycare or even think proper to mention in church now It speaks ofthis earth entirely and the things on it Of the light theclouds and windof hills and valleys and the springs on the hillsidesof wild beasts and birdsof grass and corn and wine andoilof the sun and moon night and daythe great sea the shipsand the fishes and all the wonderful and nameless creatures whichpeople the watersthe very birds nests in the high trees and therabbits burrowing among the rocksnothing on the earth but thispsalm thinks it worth mentioning And all this which one wouldexpect to find only in a book of natural history is in the Biblein one of the psalms written to be sung in the temple at Jerusalembefore the throne of the living God and His glory which used to beseen in that templeinspired as we all believe by Gods SpiritGods own word in short that is worth thinking of Surely theman who wrote this must have thought very differently about thisworld with its fields and woods and beasts and birds from what wethink Suppose now that we had been old Jews in the templestanding before the holy house and that we believed as the Jewsbelieved that there was only one thin wall and one curtain of linenbetween us and the glory of the living God that unspeakablebrightness and majesty which no one could look at for fear ofinstant death except the highpriest in fear and trembling once ayearthat inside that small holy house He God Almighty appearedvisiblyGod who made heaven and earth Suppose we had been therein the temple and known all this should we have liked to besinging about beasts and birds with God Himself close to us Weshould not have liked itwe should have been terrified thinkingperhaps about our own sinfulness perhaps about that wonderfulmajesty which dwelt inside We should have wished to say or singsomething spiritual as we call it at all events something verydifferent from the 104th psalm about woods and rivers and dumbbeasts We do not like the thought of such a thing it seemsalmost irreverent almost impertinent to God to be talking of suchthings in His presence Now does this shew us that we think aboutthis earth and the things in it in a very different way from thoseold Jews They thought it a fit and proper thing to talk about cornand wine and oil and cattle and fishes in the presence of AlmightyGod and we do not think it fit and proper We read this psalm whenit comes in the Churchservice as a matter of course mainly becausewe do not believe that God is here among us We should not be soready to read it if we thought that Almighty God was so near usThat is a great difference between us and the old Jews Whether itshews that we are better or not than they were in the main I cannottell perhaps some of them had such thoughts too and said It isnot respectful to God to talk about such commonplace earthly thingsin His presence perhaps some of them thought themselves spiritualand pureminded for looking down on this psalm and on David forwriting it Very likely for men have had such thoughts in allages and will have them But the man who wrote this psalm had nosuch thoughts He said himself in this same psalm that his wordswould please God Nay he is not speaking and preaching ABOUT Godin this psalm as I am now in my sermon but he is doing more he isspeaking TO Goda much more solemn thing if you will think of itHe says O Lord my God THOU art become exceeding glorious Thoudeckest Thyself with light as with a garment All the beasts waiton Thee when Thou givest them meat they gather it Thou renewestthe face of the earth When he turns and speaks of God as Hesaying He appointed the moon and so on he cannot help goingback to God and pouring out his wonder and delight and awe toGod Himself as we would sooner speak TO any one we love and honourthan merely speak ABOUT them He cannot take his mind off God Andjust at the last when he does turn and speak to himself it is tosay Praise thou the Lord O my soul praise the Lord as ifrebuking and stirring up himself for being too coldhearted andslow for not admiring and honouring enough the infinite wisdom andpower and love and glorious majesty of God which to him shinesout in every hedgeside bird and every blade of grass Truly I saidthat man had a very different way of looking at Gods earth fromwhat we haveNow in what did that difference lie What was it We

From wwwebibleorg with slight reformatting by Martin WardBook 59 James001001 James a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ to the twelve tribes which are in the Dispersion Greetings001002 Count it all joy my brothersThe word for brothers here and where context allows may also be correctly translated brothers and sisters or siblings when you fall into various temptations001003 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance001004 Let endurance have its perfect work that you may be perfect and complete lacking in nothing001005 But if any of you lacks wisdom let him ask of God who gives to all liberally and without reproach and it will be given to him001006 But let him ask in faith without any doubting for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven by the wind and tossed001007 For let that man not think that he will receive anything from the Lord001008 He is a doubleminded man unstable in all his ways001009 But let the brother in humble circumstances glory in his high position001010 and the rich in that he is made humble because like the flower in the grass he will pass away001011 For the sun arises with the scorching wind and withers the grass and the flower in it falls and the beauty of its appearance perishes So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits001012 Blessed is the man who endures temptation for when he has been approved he will receive the crown of life which the Lord promised to those who love him001013 Let no man say when he is tempted I am tempted by God for God cant be tempted by evil and he himself tempts no one001014 But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own lust and enticed001015 Then the lust when it has conceived bears sin and the sin when it is full grown brings forth death001016 Dont be deceived my beloved brothers001017 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above coming down from the Father of lights with whom can be no variation nor turning shadow001018 Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth that we should be a kind of first fruits of his creatures001019 So then my beloved brothers let every man be swift to hear slow to speak and slow to anger001020 for the anger of man doesnt produce the righteousness of God001021 Therefore putting away all filthiness and overflowing of wickedness receive with humility the implanted word which is able to save your soulsor preserve your life001022 But be doers of the word and not only hearers deluding your own selves001023 For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer he is like a man looking at his natural face in a mirror001024 for he sees himself and goes away and immediately forgets what kind of man he was001025 But he who looks into the perfect law of freedom and continues not being a hearer who forgets but a doer of the work this man will be blessed in what he does001026 If anyone among you thinks himself to be religious while he doesnt bridle his tongue but deceives his heart this mans religion is worthless001027 Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction and to keep oneself unstained by the world002001 My brothers dont hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ of glory with partiality002002 For if a man with a gold ring in fine clothing comes into your synagogueor meeting and a poor man in filthy clothing also comes in002003 and you pay special attention to him who wears the fine clothing and say Sit here in a good place and you tell the poor man Stand there or Sit by my footstool002004 havent you shown partiality among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts002005 Listen my beloved brothers Didnt God choose those who are poor in this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the Kingdom which he promised to those who love him002006 But you have dishonored the poor man Dont the

Produced by Susan Skinner Eric Eldredand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE WEB OF LIFEBYROBERT HERRICKAUTHOR OF THE GOSPEL OF FREEDOM THE MAN WHO WINSLITERARY LOVELETTERS AND OTHER STORIESTO G R C _Hear from the spirit world this mystery Creation is summed up O man in thee Angel and demon man and beast art thou Yea thou art all thou dost appear to be_THE WEB OF LIFEPART ICHAPTER IThe young surgeon examined the man as he lay on the hospital chair in whichward attendants had left him The surgeons fingers touched him deftlyhere and there as if to test the endurance of the flesh he had to dealwith The head nurse followed his swift movements wearily moving anincandescent light hither and thither observing the surgeon with languidinterest Another nurse much younger without the black band watchedthe surgeon from the foot of the cot Beads of perspiration chasedthemselves down her pale face caused less by sympathy than by sheerweariness and heat The small receiving room of St Isidores was close andstuffy surcharged with odors of iodoform and ether The Chicago spring solong delayed had blazed with a sudden fury the last week in March and nowat ten oclock not a capful of air strayed into the room even through theopen windows that faced the lakeThe patient groaned when the surgeons fingers first touched him thenrelapsed into the spluttering labored respiration of a man in liquor or inheavy pain A stolid young man who carried the case of instruments freshlysteaming from their antiseptic bath made an observation which the surgeonapparently did not hear He was thinking now his thin face set in afrown the upper teeth biting hard over the under lip and drawing up thepointed beard While he thought he watched the man extended on the chairwatched him like an alert cat to extract from him some hint as to what heshould do This absorption seemed to ignore completely the other occupantsof the room of whom he was the central commanding figure The head nurseheld the lamp carelessly resting her hand over one hip thrown out herfigure drooping into an ungainly pose She gazed at the surgeon steadilyas if puzzled at his intense preoccupation over the common case of a manshot in a row Her eyes travelled over the surgeons neatfitting eveningdress which was so bizarre here in the dingy receiving room redolent ofbloody tasks Evidently he had been out to some dinner or party and whenthe injured man was brought in had merely donned his rumpled linen jacketwith its right sleeve half torn from the socket A spot of blood hadalready spurted into the white bosom of his shirt smearing its way overthe pearl button and running under the crisp fold of the shirt The headnurse was too tired and listless to be impatient but she had been calledout of hours on this emergency case and she was not used to the surgeonspreoccupation Such things usually went off rapidly at St Isidores andshe could hear the tinkle of the bell as the hall door opened for anothercase It would be midnight before she could get back to bed The hospitalwas shorthanded as usualThe younger nurse was not watching the patient nor the goodlooking youngsurgeon who seemed to be the special property of her superior Even in herfew months of training she had learned to keep herself calm andserviceable and not to let her mind speculate idly She was gazing out ofthe window into the dull night Some locomotives in the railroad yards justoutside were puffing lazily breathing themselves deeply in the dampspring air One hoarser note than the others struck familiarly on thenurses ear That was the voice of the engine on the tenthirty throughexpress which was waiting to take its train to the east She knew thatengines throb for it was the engine that stood in the yards every eveningwhile she made her first rounds for the night It was the one which took_her_ train round the southern end of the lake across the sandyfields to Michigan to her homeThe engine puffed away and she withdrew her gaze and glanced at thepatient To her too the wounded man was but a case another error ofhumanity that had come to St Isidores for temporary repairs to startonce more on its erring course or perhaps to go forth unfinishedremanded just there to death The tenthirty express was now pulling outthrough the yards in a powerful clamor of clattering switches and heartypulsations that shook the flimsy walls of St Isidores and drew newgroans from the man on the chair The young nurses eyes travelled from himto a woman who stood behind the ward tenders shielded by them and theyoung interne from the group about the hospital chair This woman havingno uniform of any sort must be some one who had come in with the patientand had stayed unobserved in the disorder of a night caseSuddenly the surgeon spoke his words shot out at the head nurseWe will operate nowThe interne shrugged his shoulders but he busied himself in selecting andwiping the instruments Yet in spite of his decisive words the surgeonseemed to hesitateWas there any one with this manany friend he asked the head nurseIn reply she looked around vaguely her mind thrown out of gear by thisunexpected delay Another freak of the handsome surgeonAny relative or friend the surgeon iterated peremptorily looking aboutat the attendantsThe little nurse at the foot of the patient who was not impressed by theirregularity of the surgeons request pointed mutely to the figure behindthe ward tenders The surgeon wheeled about and glanced almost savagely atthe woman his eyes travelling swiftly from her head to her feet The womanthus directly questioned by the comprehending glance returned his lookfreely resentfully At last when the surgeons eyes rested once more onher face this time more gently she answeredI am his wifeThis statement in some way humanized the scene The ward tenders and theinterne stared at her blankly the nurses looked down in unconsciouscomment

Produced by William Koven Juliet Sutherland Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamIllustration YOUR BOY IF HE IS THE RIGHT KIND OF A BOY HAS WORKTO DO THROUGH A LONG LIFE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO HIM A MAN ISIMMORTAL TILL HIS WORK IS DONE THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS TO THIS RULE ASTO ALL OTHERS BUT THIS IS STILL THE RULETHE WHISTLING MOTHERBYGRACE S RICHMONDIllustration musical notationI have the greatest mother on earth I cant call her a littlemother for shes five feet six inches tall and weighs just exactlywhat she ought to according to the table of weights If she were atrifle less active she might put on too much flesh but shell neverkeep still long enough for that I always enjoy having her along onany kind of an outing for shes game for just anything and awfullygood company too In fact she seems more like a vigorous girl thananything I can compare her with And I think her sons are mighty luckychapsespecially just now that the war games onYes thats a picture of Mother neat little holder for it isnt itYes I know she does look interesting doesnt she Shes an awfullygood shot and drives her own car and rides like a Cossack and doesa lot of other thingsnot to mention making homewellwhat it is Isuppose Im rather braggy about her but I tell you I feel that wayjust now and Im going to tell you why Shes pretty too dontyou think so I thought you wouldThe thing that started me off was Hoofy Gilbert coming across the dormhall with a letter in his hand We called him Hoofy because he hatedwalking so and always drove his big yellow roadster from one class toanother even if it was only a thousand feet straight across thecampus to the next lecture Well Hoofy came in that dayit was justbefore the Easter vacationlooking as if he were down and out forfair It turned out hed written home about enlisting and hed gotback a letter from his mother all sobs He didnt know what to doabout it You see the fellows were all writing home and trying tobreak it gently that when they got there theyd have to put it up tothe family to say Go and God bless you But it was looking prettydubious for some of my special friends Their mothers were all rightan awfully nice sort of course but when it came to telling Bob andSam and Hector to enlistthey just simply couldnt do itHoofy said hed got to enlist in spite of his mother He knew it washis duty but hed rather be shot than go home and go through thefarewells He knew his mother would be sick in bed about it and shedcling round his neck and cry on his shoulder and hed have to loosenher arms and go off leaving her feeling like that And his fatherwould look grave and tell him not to mind that his mother wasntwell and that she couldnt help itand Hoofy really didnt think shecould being made that way Just the same he dreaded going home tosay goodbyedreaded it so much he felt like flunking it and wiringhe couldnt comeI told him he mustnt do thatthat his mother would never forgivehim and that hed have to put on a stiff upper lip and go throughwith it And Hoofy owned that that was the thing he was really afraidofthat his upper lip wouldnt keep stiff but would wobble in spiteof him And of course a breakdown on his own part would be the worstpossible thing that could happen to him No potential soldier wants tofeel his upper lip unreliable no matter what happens Its likely tomake him flinch in a critical moment when flinching wont doI was looking up at a picture of Mother on the wall over my desk as Iadvised him to go home and he asked me suddenly what _my_ motherwrote back when I told her I hated to tell him but he pushed meabout it so I finally got out her letter and read him the lastparagraphbut one Of course the last one I wouldnt have read toanybodyIts all right Son and were proud as Punch of you that you wantto be not only in Americas _First Hundred Thousand_ but inher _First Ten Thousand_ We know it will stiffen your spineconsiderably to hear that your family are behind you Well wearejust ranks and rows of us with our heads up and the colourswaving Even Grandfather and Grandmother are as gallant as veteransabout it So go aheadbut come home first if you can You needntfear we shall make it hard for younot we We may offer you a gooddeal of jelly in our enthusiasm for you but you could always stand agood deal of jelly you know so theres no danger of our making ajellyfish of youwhich wouldnt do in the circumstances Thatsrather a poor joke but Ill try to make a better one for you to laughat when you come When shall we expect you Nowe wont have thevillage band out and will try not to look as if we had a hero in ourmidst but we shall be awfully glad to see Jack just the sameWhen I looked up after reading this Hoofy looked like a small boywhos been staring in a shopwindow at a fireengine he cant have Heheaved a big sigh and said Well I wish my motherd take it thatway and went out banging the door after him And I got up and wentover and took Mother down and looked at her and said to her Yougame little sport youyoud put the spine into a jellyfish anytime And I wouldnt miss going home to hug you for goodbye if I knewthe first round of shot would get me as a resultSo then I packed up and went around and saw the dean who assured methat even though I didnt stay to finish my Junior year Id keep myplace and get my dip no matter how long

Juliet Sutherland Charles Franks and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeamThe Works of E P RoeVOLUME TENWHAT CAN SHE DOILLUSTRATEDDEDICATION IF I WERE TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK IT WOULD BE TO THOSE GIRLS WHO RESOLVE THAT THEY WILL NOTPLAY THE POOR ROLE OF MICAWBER THEIR ONLY CHANCE FOR LIFE BEING THAT SOME ONE WILL TURN UP WHOM THEY MAY BURDEN WITH THEIR HELPLESS WEIGHTPREFACEThis book was not written to amuse to create purposeless excitementor to secure a little praise as a bit of artistic work It wouldprobably fail in all these things It was written with a definiteearnest purpose which I trust will be apparent to the readerAs society in our land grows older and departs from primitivesimplicity as many are becoming rich but more poor the changes thatI have sought to warn against become more threatening The ordinaryavenues of industry are growing thronged and it daily involves a morefearful risk for a woman to be thrown out upon the world withunskilled hands an untrained mind and an unbraced moral natureImpressed with this danger by some considerable observation by amultitude of facts that might wring tears from stony eyes I havetried to write earnestly if not wiselyOf necessity it touches somewhat on a subject delicate and difficultto treatthe skeleton in the closet of society But the evil existson every side and at some time or other threatens every home andlife It is my belief that Christian teachers should not timidly orloftily ignore it for mark it well the evil does not let us or oursalone It is my belief that it should be dealt with in a plainfearless manly manner Those who differ with me have a right to theiropinionThere is one other thought that I wish to suggest Much of the fictionof our day otherwise strong and admirable is discouraging in thisrespect In the delineation of character some are good some are badand some indifferent We have a lovely heroine a noble herodeveloping seemingly in harmony with the inevitable laws of theirnatures Associated with them are those of the commoner or baser sortalso developing in accordance with the innate principles of theirnatures The first are presented as if created of finer clay than theothers The first are the flowers in the garden of society the latterthe weeds According to this theory of character the heroine mustgrow as a mossrose and the weed remain a weed Credit is not due toone blame should not be visited on the other Is this true Is notthe choice between good and evil placed before every human soul savewhere ignorance and mental feebleness destroy free agency In thefield of the world which the angels of God are to reap is it not evenpossible for the tares to become wheat And cannot the sweetest andmost beautiful natural flowers of character borrow from the skies afragrance and bloom not of earth So Gods inspired Word teaches meI have turned away from many an exquisite and artistic delineation ofhuman life sighing God might as well never have spoken words ofhope warning and strength for all there is in this book The Divineand human Friend might have remained in the Heavens and never come toearth in human guise that He might press His great heart of worldwide sympathy against the burdened suffering heart of humanity Heneed not have died to open a way of life for all There is nothinghere but human motive human strength and earthly destiny We protestagainst this narrowing down of life though it be done with thefaultless skill and taste of the most cultured genius The children ofmen are not orphaned Our Creator is still EmmanuelGod with usEarthly existence is but the prelude of our life and even from thisthe Divine artist can take much of the discord and give an earnest ofthe eternal harmoniesWe all are honored with the privilege of coworking with HimIf I in my little sphere can by this book lead one father to train hischildren to be more strong and selfreliant one mother to teach herdaughters a purer more patient more heroic womanhoodif I haveplaced one more barrier in the tempters way and inspired one morewholesome fear and principle in the heart of the temptedif bylifting the dark curtain a moment I can reveal enough to keep onecountry girl from leaving her safe native village for unprotected lifein some great cityif I can add one iota toward a public opinion thatwill honor useful labor however humble and condemn and renderdisgraceful idleness and helplessness however gildedif chief ofall I lead one heavyladen heart to the only source of rest I shallbe well rewarded whatever is said of this volumeCONTENTSCHAPTER ITHREE GIRLSCHAPTER IIA FUTURE OP HUMAN DESIGNINGCHAPTER IIITHREE MENCHAPTER IVTHE SKIES DARKENINGCHAPTER VTHE STORM THREATENINGCHAPTER VITHE WRECKCHAPTER VIIAMONG THE BREAKERSCHAPTER VIIIWARPEDCHAPTER IXA DESERT ISLANDCHAPTER XEDITH BECOMES A DIVINITYCHAPTER XIMRS ALLENS POLICYCHAPTER XIIWAITING FOR SOME ONE TO TURN UPCHAPTER XIIITHEY TURN UPCHAPTER XIVWE CANT WORKCHAPTER XVTHE TEMPTATIONCHAPTER XVIBLACK HANNIBALS WHITE HEARTCHAPTER XVIITHE CHANGES OF TWO SHORT MONTHSCHAPTER XVIIIIGNORANCE LOOKING FOR WORKCHAPTER XIXA FALLING STARCHAPTER XXDESOLATIONCHAPTER XXIEDITHS TRUE KNIGHTCHAPTER XXIIA MYSTERYCHAPTER XXIIIA DANGEROUS STEPCHAPTER XXIVSCORN AND KINDNESSCHAPTER XXVA HORROR OF GREAT DARKNESSCHAPTER XXVIFRIEND AND SAVIOURCHAPTER XXVIITHE MYSTERY SOLVEDCHAPTER XXVIIIEDITH TELLS THE OLD OLD STORYCHAPTER XXIXHANNIBAL LEARNS HOW HIS HEART CAN BE WHITECHAPTER XXXEDITHS AND ARDENS FRIENDSHIPCHAPTER XXXIZELLCHAPTER XXXIIEDITH BRINGS THE WANDERER HOMECHAPTER XXXIIIEDITHS GREAT TEMPTATIONCHAPTER XXXIVSAVEDCHAPTER XXXVCLOSING SCENESCHAPTER XXXVILAST WORDSCHAPTER ITHREE GIRLSIt was a very cold blustering day in early January and even brilliantthronged Broadway felt the influence of winters harshest

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet POEMS OF NATURE POEMS SUBJECTIVE AND REMINISCENT RELIGIOUS POEMS BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSRELIGIOUS POEMS THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN THE CALL OF THE CHRISTIAN THE CRUCIFIXION PALESTINE HYMNS FROM THE FRENCH OF LAMARTINE I ENCORE UN HYMNE II LE CRI DE LAME THE FAMILISTS HYMN EZEKIEL WHAT THE VOICE SAID THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE THE WIFE OF MANOAH TO HER HUSBAND MY SOUL AND I WORSHIP THE HOLY LAND THE REWARD THE WISH OF TODAY ALLS WELL INVOCATION QUESTIONS OF LIFE FIRSTDAY THOUGHTS TRUST TRINITAS THE SISTERS THE ROCK IN EL GHOR THE OVERHEART THE SHADOW AND THE LIGHT THE CRY OF A LOST SOUL ANDREW RYKMANS PRAYER RELIGIOUS POEMSTHE STAR OF BETHLEHEMWhere Time the measure of his hoursBy changeful bud and blossom keepsAnd like a young bride crowned with flowersFair Shiraz in her garden sleepsWhere to her poets turban stoneThe Spring her gift of flowers impartsLess sweet than those his thoughts have sownIn the warm soil of Persian heartsThere sat the stranger where the shadeOf scattered datetrees thinly layWhile in the hot clear heaven delayedThe long and still and weary dayStrange trees and fruits above him hungStrange odors filled the sultry airStrange birds upon the branches swungStrange insect voices murmured thereAnd strange bright blossoms shone aroundTurned sunward from the shadowy bowersAs if the Ghebers soul had foundA fitting home in Irans flowersWhateer he saw whateer he heardAwakened feelings new and sadNo Christian garb nor Christian wordNor church with Sabbathbell chimes gladBut Moslem graves with turban stonesAnd mosquespires gleaming white in viewAnd graybeard Mollahs in low tonesChanting their Koran service throughThe flowers which smiled on either handLike tempting fiends were such as theyWhich once oer all that Eastern landAs gifts on demon altars layAs if the burning eye of BaalThe servant of his Conqueror knewFrom skies which knew no cloudy veilThe Suns hot glances smote him throughAh me the lonely stranger saidThe hope which led my footsteps onAnd light from heaven around them shedOer weary wave and waste is goneWhere are the harvest fields all whiteFor Truth to thrust her sickle inWhere flock the souls like doves in flightFrom the dark hidingplace of sinA silenthorror broods oer allThe burden of a hateful spellThe very flowers around recallThe hoary magis rites of hellAnd what am I oer such a landThe banner of the Cross to bearDear Lord uphold me with Thy handThy strength with human weakness shareHe ceased for at his very feetIn mild rebuke a floweret smiledHow thrilled his sinking heart to greetThe Starflower of the Virgins childSown by some wandering Frank it drewIts life from alien air and earthAnd told to Paynim sun and dewThe story of the Saviours birthFrom scorching beams in kindly moodThe Persian plants its beauty screenedAnd on its pagan sisterhoodIn love the Christian floweret leanedWith tears of joy the wanderer feltThe darkness of his long despairBefore that hallowed symbol meltWhich Gods dear love had nurtured thereFrom Natures face that simple flowerThe lines of sin and sadness sweptAnd Magian pile and Paynim bowerIn peace like that of Eden sleptEach Moslem tomb and cypress oldLooked holy through the sunset airAnd angellike the Muezzin toldFrom tower and mosque the hour of prayerWith cheerful steps the morrows dawnFrom Shiraz saw the stranger partThe Starflower of the VirginBornStill blooming in his hopeful heart1830THE CITIES OF THE PLAINGet ye up from the wrath of Gods terrible dayUngirded unsandalled arise and awayT is the vintage of blood t is the fulness of timeAnd vengeance shall gather the harvest of crimeThe warning was spokenthe righteous had goneAnd the proud ones of Sodom were feasting aloneAll gay was the banquetthe revel was longWith the pouring of wine and the breathing of songT was an evening of beauty the air was perfumeThe earth was all greenness the trees were all bloomAnd softly the delicate viol was heardLike the murmur of love or the notes of a birdAnd beautiful maidens moved down in the danceWith the magic of motion and sunshine of glanceAnd white arms wreathed lightly and tresses fell freeAs the plumage of birds in some tropical treeWhere the shrines of foul idols were lighted on highAnd wantonness tempted the lust of the eyeMidst rites of obsceneness strange loathsome abhorredThe blasphemer scoffed at the

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet ANTISLAVERY POEMS SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSANTISLAVERY POEMSTO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISONTOUSSAINT LOUVERTURETHE SLAVESHIPSEXPOSTULATIONHYMN THOU WHOSE PRESENCE WENT BEFORETHE YANKEE GIRLTHE HUNTERS OF MENSTANZAS FOR THE TIMESCLERICAL OPPRESSORSA SUMMONSTO THE MEMORY OF THOMASTHE MORAL WARFARERITNERTHE PASTORAL LETTERHYMN O HOLY FATHER JUST AND TRUETHE FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHERPENNSYLVANIA HALLTHE NEW YEARTHE RELICTHE WORLDS CONVENTIONMASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIATHE CHRISTIAN SLAVETHE SENTENCE OF JOHN L BROWNTEXAS VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND TO FANEUIL HALL TO MASSACHUSETTS NEW HAMPSHIRE THE PINETREETO A SOUTHERN STATESMANAT WASHINGTONTHE BRANDED HANDTHE FREED ISLANDSA LETTERLINES FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIENDDANIEL NEALLSONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERTTo DELAWAREYORKTOWNRANDOLPH OF ROANOKETHE LOST STATESMANTHE SLAVES OF MARTINIQUETHE CURSE OF THE CHARTERBREAKERSPAEANTHE CRISISLINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A CELEBRATED PUBLISHERDERNEA SABBATH SCENEIN THE EVIL DAYMOLOCH IN STATE STREETOFFICIAL PIETYTHE RENDITIONARISEN AT LASTTHE HASCHISHFOR RIGHTEOUSNESS SAKETHE KANSAS EMIGRANTSLETTER FROM A MISSIONARY OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH SOUTH IN KANSAS TO A DISTINGUISHED POLITICIANBURIAL OF BARBERTO PENNSYLVANIALE MARAIS DU CYGNETHE PASS OF THE SIERRAA SONG FOR THE TIMEWHAT OF THE DAYA SONG INSCRIBED TO THE FREMONT CLUBSTHE PANORAMAON A PRAYERBOOKTHE SUMMONSTO WILLIAM H SEWARDIN WAR TIME TO SAMUEL E SEWALL AND HARRIET W SEWALL THY WILL BE DONE A WORD FOR THE HOUR EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT TO JOHN C FREMONT THE WATCHERS TO ENGLISHMEN MITHRIDATES AT CHIOS AT PORT ROYAL ASTRAEA AT THE CAPITOL THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 OF ST HELENAS ISLAND S C THE PROCLAMATION ANNIVERSARY POEM BARBARA FRIETCHIE HAT THE BIRDS SAID THE MANTLE OF ST JOHN DE MATRA LADS DEO HYMN FOR THE CELEBRATION OF EMANCIPATION AT NEWBURYPORTAFTER THE WAR THE PEACE AUTUMN TO THE THIRTYNINTH CONGRESS THE HIVE AT GETTYSBURG HOWARD AT ATLANTA THE EMANCIPATION GROUP THE JUBILEE SINGERS GARRISONSONGS OF LABOR AND REFORMTHE QUAKER OF THE OLDEN TIMEDEMOCRACYTHE GALLOWSSEEDTIME AND HARVESTTO THE REFORMERS OF ENGLANDTHE HUMAN SACRIFICESONGS OF LABOR DEDICATION THE SHOEMAKERS THE FISHERMEN THE LUMBERMEN THE SHIPBUILDERS THE DROVERS THE HUSKERSTHE REFORMERTHE PEACE CONVENTION AT BRUSSELSTHE PRISONER FOR DEBTTHE CHRISTIAN TOURISTSTHE MEN OF OLDTO PIUS IXCALEF IN BOSTONOUR STATETHE PRISONERS OF NAPLESTHE PEACE OF EUROPEASTRAEATHE DISENTHRALLEDTHE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAYTHE DREAM OF PIO NONOTHE VOICESTHE NEW EXODUSTHE CONQUEST OF FINLANDTHE EVE OF ELECTIONFROM PERUGIAITALYFREEDOM IN BRAZILAFTER ELECTIONDISARMAMENTTHE PROBLEMOUR COUNTRYON THE BIG HORNNOTESANTISLAVERY POEMS TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISONCHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppressions iron handIn view of penury hate and deathI see thee fearless standStill bearing up thy lofty browIn the steadfast strength of truthIn manhood sealing well the vowAnd promise of thy youthGo on for thou hast chosen wellOn in the strength of GodLong as one human heart shall swellBeneath the tyrants rodSpeak in a slumbering nations earAs thou hast ever spokenUntil the dead in sin shall hearThe fetters link be brokenI love thee with a brothers loveI feel my pulses thrillTo mark thy spirit soar aboveThe cloud of human illMy heart hath leaped to answer thineAnd echo back thy wordsAs leaps the warriors at the shineAnd flash of kindred swordsThey tell me thou art rash and vainA searcher after fameThat thou art striving but to gainA longenduring nameThat thou hast nerved the Africs handAnd steeled the Africs heartTo shake aloft his vengeful brandAnd rend his chain apartHave I not known thee well and readThy mighty purpose longAnd watched the trials which have madeThy human spirit strongAnd shall the slanderers demon breathAvail with one like meTo dim the sunshine of my faithAnd earnest trust in theeGo on the daggers point may glareAmid thy pathways gloomThe fate which sternly threatens thereIs glorious martyrdomThen onward with a martyrs zealAnd wait thy sure rewardWhen man to man no more shall kneelAnd God alone be Lord1832TOUSSAINT LOUVERTUREToussaint LOuverture the black chieftain of Hayti was a slave on theplantation de Libertas belonging to M Bayou When the rising of thenegroes took place in 1791 Toussaint refused to join them until he hadaided M Bayou and his family to escape to Baltimore The white man haddiscovered in Toussaint many noble qualities and had instructed him insome of the first branches of education and the preservation of hislife was owing to the negros gratitude for this kindness In 1797Toussaint LOuverture was appointed by the French governmentGeneralinChief of the armies of St Domingo and as such signed theConvention with General Maitland for the evacuation of the island by theBritish

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet ANTISLAVERY POEMS SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSTEXAS VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND TO FANEUIL HALL TO MASSACHUSETTS NEW HAMPSHIRE THE PINETREETO A SOUTHERN STATESMANAT WASHINGTONTHE BRANDED HANDTHE FREED ISLANDSA LETTERLINES FROM A LETTER TO A YOUNG CLERICAL FRIENDDANIEL NEALLSONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERTTo DELAWAREYORKTOWNRANDOLPH OF ROANOKETHE LOST STATESMANTHE SLAVES OF MARTINIQUETHE CURSE OF THE CHARTERBREAKERSPAEANTHE CRISISLINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF A CELEBRATED PUBLISHERTEXASVOICE OF NEW ENGLANDThe five poems immediately following indicate the intense feeling of thefriends of freedom in view of the annexation of Texas with its vastterritory sufficient as was boasted for six new slave StatesUp the hillside down the glenRouse the sleeping citizenSummon out the might of menLike a lion growling lowLike a nightstorm rising slowLike the tread of unseen foeIt is coming it is nighStand your homes and altars byOn your own free thresholds dieClang the bells in all your spiresOn the gray hills of your siresFling to heaven your signalfiresFrom Wachuset lone and bleakUnto Berkshires tallest peakLet the flametongued heralds speakOh for God and duty standHeart to heart and hand to handRound the old graves of the landWhoso shrinks or falters nowWhoso to the yoke would bowBrand the craven on his browFreedoms soil hath only placeFor a free and fearless raceNone for traitors false and basePerish party perish clanStrike together while ye canLike the arm of one strong manLike that angels voice sublimeHeard above a world of crimeCrying of the end of timeWith one heart and with one mouthLet the North unto the SouthSpeak the word befitting bothWhat though Issachar be strongYe may load his back with wrongOvermuch and over longPatience with her cup oerrunWith her weary thread outspunMurmurs that her work is doneMake our Unionbond a chainWeak as tow in Freedoms strainLink by link shall snap in twainVainly shall your sandwrought ropeBind the starry cluster upShattered over heavens blue copeGive us bright though broken raysRather than eternal hazeClouding oer the fullorbed blazeTake your land of sun and bloomOnly leave to Freedom roomFor her plough and forge and loomTake your slaveryblackened valesLeave us but our own free galesBlowing on our thousand sailsBoldly or with treacherous artStrike the bloodwrought chain apartBreak the Unions mighty heartWork the ruin if ye willPluck upon your heads an illWhich shall grow and deepen stillWith your bondmans right arm bareWith his heart of black despairStand alone if stand ye dareOnward with your fell designDig the gulf and draw the lineFire beneath your feet the mineDeeply when the wide abyssYawns between your land and thisShall ye feel your helplessnessBy the hearth and in the bedShaken by a look or treadYe shall own a guilty dreadAnd the curse of unpaid toilDownward through your generous soilLike a fire shall burn and spoilOur bleak hills shall bud and blowVines our rocks shall overgrowPlenty in our valleys flowAnd when vengeance clouds your skiesHither shall ye turn your eyesAs the lost on ParadiseWe but ask our rocky strandFreedoms true and brother bandFreedoms strong and honest handValleys by the slave untrodAnd the Pilgrims mountain sodBlessed of our fathers God1844TO FANEUIL HALLWritten in 1844 on reading a call by a Massachusetts Freeman for ameeting in Faneuil Hall of the citizens of Massachusetts withoutdistinction of party opposed to the annexation of Texas and theaggressions of South Carolina and in favor of decisive action againstslaveryMEN if manhood still ye claimIf the Northern pulse can thrillRoused by wrong or stung by shameFreely strongly stillLet the sounds of traffic dieShut the millgate leave the stallFling the axe and hammer byThrong to Faneuil HallWrongs which freemen never brookedDangers grim and fierce as theyWhich like couching lions lookedOn your fathers wayThese your instant zeal demandShaking with their earthquakecallEvery rood of Pilgrim landHo to Faneuil HallFrom your capes and sandy barsFrom your mountainridges coldThrough whose pines the westering starsStoop their crowns of goldCome and with your footsteps wakeEchoes from that holy wallOnce again for Freedoms sakeRock your fathers hallUp and tread beneath your feetEvery cord by party spunLet your hearts together beatAs the heart of oneBanks and tariffs stocks and tradeLet them rise or let them fallFreedom asks your common aidUp to Faneuil HallUp and let each voice that speaksRing from thence to Southern plainsSharply as the blow which breaksPrisonbolts and chainsSpeak as well becomes the freeDreaded more than steel or ballShall your calmest utterance beHeard from Faneuil HallHave they wronged us Let us thenRender back nor threats nor prayersHave they chained our freeborn menLet us unchain theirsUp your banner leads the vanBlazoned Liberty for allFinish what your sires beganUp to Faneuil HallTO MASSACHUSETTSWHAT though around thee blazesNo fiery rallying signFrom all thy own high placesGive heaven the light of thineWhat though unthrilled unmovingThe statesman stand apartAnd comes no warm approvingFrom Mammons crowded martStill let the land be shakenBy a summons of thine ownBy all save truth forsakenStand fast with that aloneShrink not from strife unequalWith the best is always hopeAnd ever in the sequelGod holds the right side upBut when with thine unitingCome voices long and loudAnd faroff hills are writingThy firewords on the cloudWhen from Penobscots fountainsA deep response is heardAnd across the Western mountainsRolls back thy rallying wordShall thy line of battle falterWith its allies just in viewOh by hearth and holy altarMy fatherland be trueFling

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet ANTISLAVERY POEMS SONGS OF LABOR AND REFORM BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSDERNEA SABBATH SCENEIN THE EVIL DAYMOLOCH IN STATE STREETOFFICIAL PIETYTHE RENDITIONARISEN AT LASTTHE HASCHISHFOR RIGHTEOUSNESS SAKETHE KANSAS EMIGRANTSLETTER FROM A MISSIONARY OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH SOUTH IN KANSAS TO A DISTINGUISHED POLITICIANBURIAL OF BARBERTO PENNSYLVANIALE MARAIS DU CYGNETHE PASS OF THE SIERRAA SONG FOR THE TIMEWHAT OF THE DAYA SONG INSCRIBED TO THE FREMONT CLUBSTHE PANORAMAON A PRAYERBOOKTHE SUMMONSTO WILLIAM H SEWARDDERNEThe storming of the city of Derne in 1805 by General Eaton at thehead of nine Americans forty Greeks and a motley array of Turks andArabs was one of those feats of hardihood and daring which have in allages attracted the admiration of the multitude The higher and holierheroism of Christian selfdenial and sacrifice in the humble walks ofprivate duty is seldom so well appreciatedNIGHT on the city of the MoorOn mosque and tomb and whitewalled shoreOn seawaves to whose ceaseless knockThe narrow harborgates unlockOn corsairs galley carack tallAnd plundered Christian caravalThe sounds of Moslem life are stillNo mulebell tinkles down the hillStretched in the broad court of the khanThe dusty Bornou caravanLies heaped in slumber beast and manThe Sheik is dreaming in his tentHis noisy Arab tongue oerspentThe kiosks glimmering lights are goneThe merchant with his wares withdrawnRough pillowed on some pirate breastThe dancinggirl has sunk to restAnd save where measured footsteps fallAlong the Bashaws guarded wallOr where like some bad dream the JewCreeps stealthily his quarter throughOr counts with fear his golden heapsThe City of the Corsair sleepsBut where yon prison long and lowStands black against the pale starglowChafed by the ceaseless wash of wavesThere watch and pine the Christian slavesRoughbearded men whose faroff wivesWear out with grief their lonely livesAnd youth still flashing from his eyesThe clear blue of New England skiesA treasured lock of whose soft hairNow wakes some sorrowing mothers prayerOr worn upon some maiden breastStirs with the loving hearts unrestA bitter cup each life must drainThe groaning earth is cursed with painAnd like the scroll the angel boreThe shuddering Hebrew seer beforeOerwrit alike without withinWith all the woes which follow sinBut bitterest of the ills beneathWhose load man totters down to deathIs that which plucks the regal crownOf Freedom from his forehead downAnd snatches from his powerless handThe sceptred sign of selfcommandEffacing with the chain and rodThe image and the seal of GodTill from his nature day by dayThe manly virtues fall awayAnd leave him naked blind and muteThe godlike merging in the bruteWhy mourn the quiet ones who dieBeneath affections tender eyeUnto their household and their kinLike ripened cornsheaves gathered inO weeper from that tranquil sodThat holy harvesthome of GodTurn to the quick and suffering shedThy tears upon the living deadThank God above thy dear ones gravesThey sleep with Him they are not slavesWhat dark mass down the mountainsidesSwiftpouring like a stream dividesA long loose straggling caravanCamel and horse and armed manThe moons low crescent glimmering oerIts grave of waters to the shoreLights tip that mountain cavalcadeAnd gleams from gun and spear and bladeNear and more near now oer them fallsThe shadow of the city wallsHark to the sentrys challenge drownedIn the fierce trumpets charging soundThe rush of men the muskets pealThe short sharp clang of meeting steelVain Moslem vain thy lifeblood pouredSo freely on thy foemans swordNot to the swift nor to the strongThe battles of the right belongFor he who strikes for Freedom wearsThe armor of the captives prayersAnd Nature proffers to his causeThe strength of her eternal lawsWhile he whose arm essays to bindAnd herd with common brutes his kindStrives evermore at fearful oddsWith Nature and the jealous godsAnd dares the dread recoil which lateOr soon their right shall vindicateT is done the horned crescent fallsThe starflag flouts the broken wallsJoy to the captive husband joyTo thy sick heart O brownlocked boyIn sullen wrath the conquered MoorWide open flings your dungeondoorAnd leaves ye free from cell and chainThe owners of yourselves againDark as his allies desertbornSoiled with the battles stain and wornWith the long marches of his bandThrough hottest wastes of rock and sandScorched by the sun and furnacebreathOf the red deserts wind of deathWith welcome words and grasping handsThe victor and deliverer standsThe tale is one of distant skiesThe dust of half a century liesUpon it yet its heros nameStill lingers on the lips of FameMen speak the praise of him who gaveDeliverance to the Moormans slaveYet dare to brand with shame and crimeThe heroes of our land and timeThe selfforgetful ones who stakeHome name and life for Freedoms sakeGod mend his heart who cannot feelThe impulse of a holy zealAnd sees not with his sordid eyesThe beauty of selfsacrificeThough in the sacred place he standsUplifting consecrated handsUnworthy are his lips to tellOf Jesus martyrmiracleOr name aright that dread embraceOf suffering for a fallen race1850A SABBATH SCENEThis poem finds its justification in the readiness with which even inthe North clergymen urged the prompt execution of the Fugitive SlaveLaw as a Christian duty and defended the system of slavery as a BibleinstitutionSCARCE had the solemn SabbathbellCeased quivering in the steepleScarce had the parson to his deskWalked stately through his peopleWhen down the summershaded streetA wasted female figureWith dusky brow and naked feetCame rushing wild and eagerShe saw the white spire through the treesShe heard the sweet

This eBook was produced by David Widger widgercecometnet OLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES PERSONAL SKETCHES AND TRIBUTES HISTORICAL PAPERS BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIERCONTENTSOLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES JOHN BUNYAN THOMAS ELLWOOD JAMES NAYLER ANDREW MARVELL JOHN ROBERTS SAMUEL HOPKINS RICHARD BAXTER WILLIAM LEGGETT NATHANIEL PEABODY ROGERS ROBERT DINSMORE PLACIDO THE SLAVE POETPERSONAL SKETCHES AND TRIBUTES THE FUNERAL OF TORREY EDWARD EVERETT LEWIS TAPPAN BAYARD TAYLOR WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD LYDIA MARIA CHILD OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LONGFELLOW OLD NEWBURY SCHOOLDAY REMEMBRANCES EDWIN PERCY WHIPPLEHISTORICAL PAPERS DANIEL OCONNELL ENGLAND UNDER JAMES II THE BORDER WAR OF 1708 THE GREAT IPSWICH FRIGHT THE BOY CAPTIVES THE BLACK MEN IN THE REVOLUTION AND WAR OF 1812 THE SCOTTISH REFORMERS THE PILGRIMS OF PLYMOUTH GOVERNOR ENDICOTT JOHN WINTHROP OLD PORTRAITS AND MODERN SKETCHES Inscribed as follows when first collected in bookform To Dr G BAILEY of the National Era Washington D C these sketches many of which originally appeared in the columns of the paper under his editorial supervision are in their present form offered as a token of the esteem and confidence which years of political and literary communion have justified and confirmed on the part of his friend and associate THE AUTHOR JOHN BUNYAN Wouldst see A man I the clouds and hear him speak to theeWho has not read Pilgrims Progress Who has not in childhoodfollowed the wandering Christian on his way to the Celestial City Whohas not laid at night his young head on the pillow to paint on thewalls of darkness pictures of the Wicket Gate and the Archers the Hillof Difficulty the Lions and Giants Doubting Castle and Vanity Fairthe sunny Delectable Mountains and the Shepherds the Black River andthe wonderful glory beyond it and at last fallen asleep to dream overthe strange story to hear the sweet welcomings of the sisters at theHouse Beautiful and the song of birds from the window of that upperchamber which opened towards the sunrising And who looking back tothe green spots in his childish experiences does not bless the goodTinker of ElstowAnd who that has reperused the story of the Pilgrim at a maturer ageand felt the plummet of its truth sounding in the deep places of thesoul has not reason to bless the author for some timely warning orgrateful encouragement Where is the scholar the poet the man of tasteand feeling who does not with Cowper Even in transitory lifes late day Revere the man whose Pilgrim marks the road And guides the Progress of the soul to GodWe have just been reading with no slight degree of interest that simplebut wonderful piece of autobiography entitled Grace abounding to theChief of Sinners from the pen of the author of Pilgrims Progress Itis the record of a journey more terrible than that of the ideal Pilgrimtruth stranger than fiction the painful upward struggling of a spiritfrom the blackness of despair and blasphemy into the high pure air ofHope and Faith More earnest words were never written It is the entireunveiling of a human heart the tearing off of the figleaf covering ofits sin The voice which speaks to us from these old pages seems not somuch that of a denizen of the world in which we live as of a soul at thelast solemn confessional Shorn of all ornament simple and direct asthe contrition and prayer of childhood when for the first time theSpectre of Sin stands by its bedside the style is that of a man dead toselfgratification careless of the worlds opinion and only desirous

Produced by MartinWarddurhamacuk Weymouth New Testament in Modern Speech Third Edition 1913 Public DomainCopy FreelyThese files were produced by keying for use in the Online BibleProofreading was performed by Earl Melton The printed editionused in creating this etext was the Kregal reprint of the ErnestHampdenCook 1912 Third Edition of the edition first publishedin 1909 by J Clarke London Kregal edition ISBN 0825440254Due to the plans to add the Weymouth footnotes the footnotemarkers have been left in the text and page break indicatorsOther special markings are words surrounded with to indicateemphasis and phrases surrounded with to indicate bold OTqoutes See WEYMOUTHINT in WNTINTZIP for the introductionto the text and information on Weymouths techniquesThe most current corrected files can be found on Bible Foundation BBS 6027897040 144 kbsIf any errors are found please notify me at the above bbsor at Mark Fuller 1129 E Loyola Dr Tempe Az 85282 602 8298542 Corrections to the printed 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in Word of God PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION The Translation of the New Testament here offered toEnglishspeaking Christians is a bona fide translation madedirectly from the Greek and is in no sense a revision The planadopted has been the following 1 An earnest endeavour has been made based upon morethan sixty years study of both the Greek and English languagesbesides much further familiarity gained by continual teaching toascertain the exact meaning of every passage not only by thelight that Classical Greek throws on the langruage used but alsoby that which the Septuagint and the Hebrew Scriptures affordaid being sought too from Versions and Commentators ancient andmodern and from the ample _et cetera_ of _apparatus grammaticus_and theological and Classical reviews and magazinesor ratherby means of occasional excursions into this vast prairie 2 The sense thus seeming to have been ascertained thenext step has been to consider how it could be most accuratelyand naturally exhibited in the English of the present day inother words how we can with some approach to probability supposethat the inspired writer himself would have expressed histhoughts had he been writing in our age and country 1 3 Lastly it has been evidently desirable to compare theresults thus attained with the renderings of other scholarsespecially of course witll the Authorized and Revised VersionsBut alas the great majority of even new translations socalled are in reality only Tyndales immortal work alittleoften very litLlemodernized 4 But in the endeavour to find in Twentieth CenturyEnglish a precise equivalent for a Greek word phrase orsentence there are two dangers to be guarded against There are aScylla and a Charybdis On the one hand there is the English ofSociety on the other hand that of the utterly uneducated eachof these _patois_ having also its own special though expressiveborderland which we name slang But all these salient anglesas a professor of fortification might say of our language areforbidden ground to the reverent translator of Holy Scripture 5 But again a _modern_ translationdoes this implythat no words or phrases in any degree antiquated are to beadmitted Not so for great numbers of such words and phrases arestill in constant use To be antiquated is not the same thing asto be obsolete or even obsolescent and without at least a tingeof antiquity it is scarcely possible that there should be thatdignity of style that befits the sacred themes with which theEvangelists and Apostles deal 6 It is plain that this attempt to bring out the senseof the Sacred Writings naturally as well as accurately inpresentday English does not permit except to a limited extentthe method of literal renderingthe _verbo verbum reddere_ atwhich Horace shrugs his shoulders Dr Welldon recently Bishopof Calcutta in the Preface p vii to his masterly translationof the _Nicomachean Ethics_ of Aristotle writes I havedeliberately rejected the principle of trying to translate thesame Greek word by the same word in English and wherecircumstances seemed to call for it I have sometimes used twoEnglish words to represent one word of the Greekand he isperfectly

Scanned and proofed by Thomas Pollock of The Mens TribunewwwmenstribunecomTHE UNEXPURGATED CASE AGAINST WOMAN SUFFRAGEBY SIR ALMROTH E WRIGHT MD FRS1913CONTENTSPREFACEINTRODUCTIONProgramme of This TreatiseMotives from which Women Claim theSuffrageTypes of Men who Support the SuffrageJohn Stuart MillPART IARGUMENTS WHICH ARE ADDUCED IN SUPPORT OF WOMANS SUFFRAGEIARGUMENTS FROM ELEMENTARY NATURAL RIGHTSSignification of the Term Womans RightsArgument fromJusticeJuridical JusticeEgalitarian EquityArgument fromJustice Applied to TaxationArgument from LibertySummary ofArguments from Elementary Natural RightsIIARGUMENTS FROM INTELLECTUAL GRIEVANCES OF WOMANComplaint of Want of ChivalryComplaint of InsultsComplaint ofIllogicaltiesComplaint of PrejudicesThe Familiar SuffragistGrievance of the Drunkard Voter and the Woman of Property Who is aNonVoterThe Grievance of Woman being Required to Obey ManMadeLawsIIIARGUMENTS WHICH TAKE THE FORM OF COUNSELS OF PERFECTION ADDRESSED TOMANArgument that Woman Requires a Vote for her ProtectionArgument thatWoman ought to be Invested with the Responsibilities of Voting inOrder that She May Attain Her Full Intellectual StaturePART IIARGUMENTS AGAINST THE CONCESSION OF THE PARLIAMENTARY SUFFRAGE TOWOMANIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF PHYSICAL FORCEInternational Position of State would be Imperilled by WomansSuffrageInternal Equilibrium of State would be ImperilledIIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF INTELLECTCharacteristics of the Feminine MindSuffragist Illusions withRegard to the Equality of Man and Woman as WorkersProspect forthe Intellectual Future of WomanHas Woman Advanced IIIWOMANS DISABILITY IN THE MATTER OF PUBLIC MORALITYStandards by which Morality can be AppraisedConflict betweenDifferent MoralitiesThe Correct Standard of MoralityMoralPsychology of Man and WomanDifference between Man and Woman inMatters of Public MoralityIVMENTAL OUTLOOK AND PROGRAMME OF THE FEMALE LEGISLATIVE REFORMERVULTERIOR ENDS WHICH THE WOMANS SUFFRAGE MOVEMENT HAS IN VIEWPART IIIIS THERE IF THE SUFFRAGE IS BARRED ANY PALLIATIVE OR CORRECTIVE FORTHE DISCONTENTS OF WOMANIPALLIATIVES OR CORRECTIVES FOR THE DISCONTENT OF WOMANWhat are the Suffragists GrievancesEconomic and PhysiologicalDifficulties of WomanIntellectual Grievances of Suffragist andCorrectiveAPPENDIXLETTER ON MILITANT HYSTERIAPREFACEIt has come to be believed that everything that has a bearing upon theconcession of the suffrage to woman has already been brought forwardIn reality however the influence of women has caused man to leaveunsaid many things which he ought to have saidEspecially in two respects has woman restricted the discussionShe has placed her taboo upon all generalisations about women takingexception to these on the threefold ground that there would be nogeneralisations which would hold true of all women thatgeneralisations when reached possess no practical utility and thatthe element of sex does not leave upon women any general imprint suchas could properly be brought up in connexion with the question ofadmitting them to the electorateWoman has further stifled discussion by placing her taboo uponanything seriously unflattering being said about her in publicI would suggest and would propose here myself to act upon thesuggestion that in connexion with the discussion of womanssuffrage these restrictions should be laid asideIn connexion with the setting aside of the restriction upongeneralising I may perhaps profitably point out that allgeneralisations and not only generalisations which relate to womenare _ex hypothesi by hypothesis_ subject to individual exceptionsIt is to generalisations that the proverb that the exception provesthe rule really applies I may further point out that practicallyevery decision which we take in ordinary life and all legislativeaction without exception is based upon generalisations and againthat the question of the suffrage and with it the larger question asto the proper sphere of woman finally turns upon the question as towhat imprint womans sexual system leaves upon her physical framecharacter and intellect in more technical terms it turns upon thequestion as to what are the _secondary sexual characteristics_ ofwomanNow only by a felicitous exercise of the faculty of successfulgeneralisation can we arrive at a knowledge of theseWith respect to the restriction that nothing which might offendwomans _amour propre self love_ shall be said in public it may bepointed out that while it was perfectly proper and equitable that noevil and as Pericles proposed also no good should be said of womanin public so long as she confined herself to the domestic sphere theaction of that section of women who have sought to effect an entranceinto public life has now brought down upon woman as one of thepenalties the abrogation of that conventionA consideration which perhaps ranks only next in importance to thatwith which we have been dealing is that of the logical sanction ofthe propositions which are enunciated in the course of suchcontroversial discussions as that in which we are here involvedIt is clearly a precondition of all useful discussion that the authorand reader should be in accord with respect to the authority of thegeneralisations and definitions which supply the premisses for hisreasoningsThough this might perhaps to the reader appear an impractical ideal Iwould propose here to attempt to reach it by explaining the logicalmethod which I have set myself to followAlthough I have from literary necessity employed in my text some ofthe verbal forms of dogmatism I am very far from laying claim to anydogmatic authority More than that I would desire categorically torepudiate such a claimFor I do not conceal from myself that if I took up such a position Ishould wantonly be placing myself at the mercy of my reader For hecould then by merely refusing to see in me an authority bring downthe whole edifice of my argument like a house of cardsMoreover I am not blind to what would happen if after I claimed to betaken as an authority the reader was indulgent enough still to go onto read what I have writtenHe would in such a case the moment he encountered a statement withwhich he disagreed simply waive me on one side with the words Soyou sayAnd if he should encounter a statement with which he agreed he wouldin his wisdom censure me for neglecting to provide for thatproposition a satisfactory logical foundationIf it is far from my thoughts to claim a right of dictation it isequally remote from them to take up the position that I have in myarguments furnished _proof_ of the thesis which I set out toestablishIt would be culpable misuse of language to speak in such connexion of_proof_ or _disproof_Proof by testimony which is available in connexion with questions offact is unavailable in connexion

Produced by Karl Hagen Dan Moynihan Charles Franks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading TeamIllustration HEREWARD RESISTING THE GREEK ASSASSINWAVERLY NOVELSABBOTSFORD EDITIONTHE WAVERLY NOVELSBY SIR WALTER SCOTTCOMPLETEIN TWELVE VOLUMESEMBRACINGTHE AUTHORS LAST CORRECTIONS PREFACES AND NOTESVOL XIICOUNT ROBERT OF PARISCASTLE DANGEROUSMY AUNT MARGARETS MIRROR c cTales of my LandlordCOUNT ROBERT OF PARIS The European with the Asian shore Sophias cupola with golden gleam The cypress grovesOlympus high and hoar The twelve isles and the more than I could dream Far less describe present the very view That charmd the charming Mary Montagu DON JUANADVERTISEMENT1833Sir Walter Scott transmitted from Naples in February 1832 anIntroduction for CASTLE DANGEROUS but if he ever wrote one for asecond Edition of ROBERT OF PARIS it has not been discovered among hispapers Some notes chiefly extracts from the books which he had beenobserved to consult while _dictating_ this novel are now appendedto its pages and in addition to what the author had given in the shapeof historical information respecting the principal real personsintroduced the reader is here presented with what may probably amusehim the passage of the Alexiad in which Anna Comnena describes theincident which originally no doubt determined Sir Walters choice ofa heroMay AD 1097As for the multitude of those who advanced towardsTHE GREAT CITY let it be enough to say that they were as the stars inthe heaven or as the sand upon the seashore They were in the wordsof Homer _as many as the leaves and flowers of spring_ But forthe names of the leaders though they are present in my memory I willnot relate them The numbers of these would alone deter me even if mylanguage furnished the means of expressing their barbarous sounds andfor what purpose should I afflict my readers with a long enumeration ofthe names of those whose visible presence gave so much horror to allthat beheld themAs soon therefore as they approached the Great City they occupiedthe station appointed for them by the Emperor near to the monastery ofCosmidius But this multitude were not like the Hellenic one of oldto be restrained and governed by the loud voices of nine heralds theyrequired the constant superintendence of chosen and valiant soldiersto keep them from violating the commands of the EmperorHe meantime laboured to obtain from the other leaders thatacknowledgment of his supreme authority which had already been drawnfrom Godfrey Greek Gontophre himself But notwithstanding thewillingness of some to accede to this proposal and their assistance inworking on the minds of their associates the Emperors endeavours hadlittle success as the majority were looking for the arrival ofBohemund Greek Baimontos in whom they placed their chief confidenceand resorted to every art with the view of gaining time The Emperorwhom it was not easy to deceive penetrated their motives and bygranting to one powerful person demands which had been supposed out ofall bounds of expectation and by resorting to a variety of otherdevices he at length prevailed and won general assent to thefollowing of the example of Godfrey who also was sent for in person toassist in this businessAll therefore being assembled and Godfrey among them the oath wastaken but when all was finished a certain Noble among these Countshad the audacity to seat himself on the throne of the Emperor GreekTolmaesas tis apo panton ton komaeton eugenaes eis ton skimpoda tonBasileos ekathisen The Emperor restrained himself and said nothingfor he was well acquainted of old with the nature of the LatinsBut the Count Baldwin Greek Baldoninos stepping forth and seizinghim by the hand dragged him thence and with many reproaches said Itbecomes thee not to do such things here especially after having takenthe oath of fealty Greek douleian haeposchomeno It is not thecustom of the Roman Emperors to permit any of their inferiors to sitbeside them not even of such as are born subjects of their empire andit is necessary to respect the customs of the country But heanswering nothing to Baldwin stared yet more fixedly upon the Emperorand muttered to himself something in his own dialect which beinginterpreted was to this effectBehold what rustic fellow Greekchoritaes is this to be seated alone while such leaders stand aroundhim The movement of his lips did not escape the Emperor who calledto him one that understood the Latin dialect and enquired what wordsthe man had spoken When he heard them the Emperor said nothing to theother Latins but kept the thing to himself When however thebusiness was all over he called near to him by himself that swellingand shameless Latin Greek hypsaelophrona ekeinon kai anaidae andasked of him who he was of what lineage and from what region he hadcome I am a Frank said he of pure blood of the Nobles One thingI know that where three roads meet in the place from which I camethere is an ancient church in which whosoever has the desire tomeasure himself against another in single combat prays God to help himtherein and afterwards abides the coming of one willing to encounterhim At that spot long time did I remain but the man bold enough tostand against me I found not Hearing these words the Emperor saidIf hitherto thou hast sought battles in vain the time is at handwhich will furnish thee with abundance of them And I advise thee toplace thyself neither before the phalanx nor in its rear but to standfast in the midst of thy fellowsoldiers for of old time I am wellacquainted with the warfare of the Turks With such advice hedismissed not only this man but the rest of those who were about todepart on that expedition_Alexiad_ Book x pp 237 238Ducange as is mentioned

Produced by Robert Rowe Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTranscribers NoteI feel that it is important to note that this book is partof the Caledonian series The Caledonian series is a groupof 50 books comprising all of Sir Walter Scotts worksWAVERLEYBY SIR WALTER SCOTTVOLUME IIWAVERLEYOR TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCECHAPTER XXXVIAN INCIDENTThe dinner hour of Scotland Sixty Years Since was two oclock Itwas therefore about four oclock of a delightful autumn afternoonthat Mr Gilfillan commenced his march in hopes althoughStirling was eighteen miles distant he might be able by becominga borrower of the night for an hour or two to reach it thatevening He therefore put forth his strength and marched stoutlyalong at the head of his followers eyeing our hero from time totime as if he longed to enter into controversy with him Atlength unable to resist the temptation he slackened his pacetill he was alongside of his prisoners horse and after marchinga few steps in silence abreast of him he suddenly askedCan yesay wha the carle was wi the black coat and the mousted headthat was wi the Laird of CairnvreckanA Presbyterian clergyman answered WaverleyPresbyterian answered Gilfillan contemptuously a wretchedErastian or rather an obscure Prelatist a favourer of the blackindulgence ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark they tell owera clash o terror and a clatter o comfort in their sermonswithout ony sense or savour or life Yeve been fed in siccan afauld belikeNo I am of the Church of England said WaverleyAnd theyre just neighbourlike replied the Covenanter andnae wonder they gree sae weel Wha wad hae thought the goodlystructure of the Kirk of Scotland built up by our fathers in1642 wad hae been defaced by carnal ends and the corruptions ofthe timeay wha wad hae thought the carved work of thesanctuary would hae been sae soon cut downTo this lamentation which one or two of the assistants chorussedwith a deep groan our hero thought it unnecessary to make anyreply Whereupon Mr Gilfillan resolving that he should be ahearer at least if not a disputant proceeded in his JeremiadeAnd now is it wonderful when for lack of exercise anent thecall to the service of the altar and the duty of the dayministers fall into sinful compliances with patronage andindemnities and oaths and bonds and other corruptionsis itwonderful I say that you sir and other siclike unhappypersons should labour to build up your auld Babel of iniquity asin the bluidy persecuting saintkilling times I trow gin yewerena blinded wi the graces and favours and services andenjoyments and employments and inheritances of this wickedworld I could prove to you by the Scripture in what a filthyrag ye put your trust and that your surplices and your copes andvestments are but castoff garments of the muckle harlot thatsitteth upon seven hills and drinketh of the cup of abominationBut I trow ye are deaf as adders upon that side of the head ayye are deceived with her enchantments and ye traffic with hermerchandise and ye are drunk with the cup of her fornicationHow much longer this military theologist might have continued hisinvective in which he spared nobody but the scattered remnant ofHILLFOLK as he called them is absolutely uncertain His matterwas copious his voice powerful and his memory strong so thatthere was little chance of his ending his exhortation till theparty had reached Stirling had not his attention been attractedby a pedlar who had joined the march from a crossroad and whosighed or groaned with great regularity at all fitting pauses ofhis homilyAnd what may ye be friend said the Gifted GilfillanA puir pedlar thats bound for Stirling and craves theprotection of your honours party in these kittle times Ah yourhonour has a notable faculty in searching and explaining thesecretay the secret and obscure and incomprehensible causes ofthe backslidings of the land ay your honour touches the root othe matterFriend said Gilfillan with a more complacent voice than he hadhitherto used honour not me I do not go out to parkdikes andto steadings and to markettowns to have herds and cottars andburghers pull off their bonnets to me as they do to Major Melvilleo Cairnvreckan and ca me laird or captain or honour No mysma means whilk are not aboon twenty thousand merk have had theblessing of increase but the pride of my heart has not increasedwith them nor do I delight to be called captain though I havethe subscribed commission of that gospelsearching nobleman theEarl of Glencairn fa whilk I am so designated While I live I amand will be called Habakkuk Gilfillan who will stand up for thestandards of doctrine agreed on by the ance famous Kirk ofScotland before she trafficked with the accursed Achan while hehas a plack in his purse or a drap o bluid in his bodyAh said the pedlar I have seen your land about Mauchlin Afertile spot your lines have fallen in pleasant places Andsiccan a breed o cattle is not in ony lairds land in ScotlandYe say rightye say right friend retorted Gilfillan eagerlyfor he was not inaccessible to flattery upon this subjectyesay right they are the real Lancashire and theres no the likeo them even at the mains of Kilmaurs and he then entered into adiscussion of their excellences to which our readers willprobably be as indifferent as our hero After this excursion theleader returned to his theological discussions while the pedlarless profound upon those mystic points contented himself withgroaning and expressing his edification at suitable intervalsWhat a blessing it would be to the puir blinded popish nationsamong whom I hae sojourned to have siccan a light to their pathsI hae been as far as Muscovia in my sma trading way as atravelling merchant and I hae been through France and the LowCountries and a Poland and maist feck o Germany and O itwould grieve your honours soul to see the murmuring and thesinging and massing thats in the kirk and the piping thats inthe quire and the heathenish dancing and dicing upon theSabbathThis set Gilfillan off upon the Book of

This eBook was created by Charles Aldarondo pgaldarondonetTHE YOUNG EXPLORERORCLAIMING HIS FORTUNEBYHORATIO ALGER JRNEW YORKCONTENTSI Bens InheritanceII Deacon Pitkins OfferIII Sam Sturgis New IdeaIV A Brilliant ChanceV In Search of a PlaceVI Mr Fitch The Senior PartnerVII Bens Dinner GuestVIII A Strange AcquaintanceIX At the Astor HouseX Ben Receives a CallXI Miss Sinclairs StratagemXII In San FranciscoXIII Preliminary ArrangementsXIV The Canon HotelXV A Polite HostessXVI A New AcquaintanceXVII A Tight PlaceXVIII An Evening CallXIX Bens Midnight ExcursionXX A Thiefs DisappointmentXXI Bens SavingsBankXXII The Arrival at MurphysXXIII Among the SierrasXXIV Beaten at His Own GameXXV The HorseThievesXXVI What NextXXVII Ki SingXXVIII The Duel of the MinersXXIX Chinese Cheap LaborXXX A Midnight VisitXXXI On the Mountain PathXXXII The Mountain CabinTHE YOUNG EXPLORERCHAPTER IBENS INHERITANCEIve settled up your fathers estate Benjamin said Job StantonYoull find it all figgered out on this piece of paper There wasthat twoacre piece up at Rockville brought seventyfive dollarsthe medder fetched a hundred and fifty the two cowsHow much does it all come to Uncle Job interrupted Ben who wasimpatient of detailsHadnt you better let me read off the items nephew asked Joblooking over his spectaclesNo Uncle Job I know youve done your best for me and theres noneed of your going through it all How much is there left after allexpenses are paidThats what I was acomin to Ben I make it out that theresthree hundred and sixtyfive dollars and nineteen cents Thats adollar for every day in the year Its a good deal of money BenSo it is Uncle Job answered Ben and he was quite sincere Thereare not many boys of sixteen to whom this would not seem a largesumYoure rich that is for a boy added Uncle JobIts more than I expected uncle I want you to take fifteendollars and nineteen cents Thatll leave me just three hundred andfiftyWhy should I take any of your money nephewYouve had considerable trouble in settling up the estate and itstaken a good deal of your time tooMy time aint of much vally and as to the trouble its a pity efI cant take some trouble for my brothers son No Ben I wonttake a cent Youll need it allBut you said yourself it was a good deal of money for a boy UncleJobSo it is but its all youve got Most boys have fathers to takecare of em while youre alone in the worldYes I am alone in the world said Ben sadly his cheerful faceclouding overBut youve got an uncle lad continued Job Stanton laying hishand gently on the boys shoulder Hes a poor man but as much asin him lies hell be your friend and helperI know it Uncle Job Youve always been kind to meAnd allus will be Ben Now Ben Ive got a plan for you I dontknow what youll think of it but its the best Ive been able tothink ofWhat is it Uncle JobEf youll stay with me and help me in the shop Ill give you ahome such as it is and fifty dollars a year toward your clothesYour Aunt Hannah and your Cousin Jane want you to make your homewith usIm very much obliged to you Uncle Job said Ben slowlyYou neednt be boy Its a sort of mutooal arrangement Itll beas good for me as for you You can put your money in the bank andlet it stay till youre twentyone Why itll be nigh on to fivehunderd dollars by that timeIm much obliged to you Uncle Job as I said before but theresone thing in the wayWhats that BenI dont like shoemakingPerhaps it isnt genteel enough for you Ben said his uncleI dont care for that Uncle Job but I dont like being shut up ina shop Besides it doesnt give steady work Last year you werewithout work at least a third of the timeSo I was Ben said Job Im willin to own thats a greatdrawbackAnd it isnt likely to be any better hereafter Last year was asgood as the averageIt was better Job admitted The year before I was out of workfive monthsWell Uncle Job I want to work at something thatll give meemployment all the year roundSo do I Ben but I dont see what you can find unless you go towork on a farm Youre used to that and I guess you could find achance before long Theres Deacon Pitkin wants a boy and would beglad of the chance of gettin youI suppose he would said Ben laughing Would you advise me to gothereWell there might be some objections butYou know I wouldnt get enough to eat Uncle Job interruptedBen Why Deacon Pitkins the meanest man in the villageYou mustnt be hasty in your judgments nephewIm not I know what Im talking about I worked for the deacon twodays once He gave me ten cents a day and boardand such board WhyI got up from the table hungry every meal and yet the deaconreported afterward that I was a great eater Mrs Pitkin cuts asmall pie into eight pieces each about two mouthfuls and when Iasked for a second piece she asked if I was allowed to have twopieces at homeWhat did you say asked Uncle Job evidently amusedI said yes and that each piece was twice as big as she gaveIm afraid that was rather forward Ben Did she say anything tothatShe said I must be very greedy and that boys always ate moren wasgood for em No Uncle Job I dont care to work for DeaconPitkinHave you formed any plans Ben You dont want to go on a farm andyou dont want to go into a shoeshop and thats about all you canfind to do in HamptonI dont mean to stay in Hampton said Ben quietlyDont mean to stay in Hampton exclaimed Uncle Joe amazedNo uncle Theres a good many places besides Hampton in theworldSo there is Ben answered Uncle Job with a disregard of grammarmore excusable than his nephews for he had never had any specialeducational advantagesso there is but